#Karl Liebl

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Richard Wagner DER FLIEGENDE HOLLÄNDER

Thomas Schippers

George London, Leonie Rysanek, Karl Liebl, Giorgio Tozzi

Performance from March 5, 1960

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Is there anymore difficult woman coming soon🫣👀

Title: Through Gilded Bars

Summary: Caught between passion and betrayal, a young wife struggles to reconcile her resentment with the unexpected warmth of her husband’s love.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: I finally managed to finish this chapter 😮‍💨

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth and Ninth part here.

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The next morning, the house was cloaked in a rare, serene quiet. The rhythmic patter of rain on the windows had softened to a gentle drizzle, and the faint scent of damp earth wafted through the window of your shared bedroom. You stirred awake, the warmth of the duvet enveloping you as you became aware of the solid presence beside you.

Karl was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, the faint gray light of dawn casting soft shadows on his chiseled face. The gray hair at his temples glinted in the light, his mustache twitching faintly as he dreamed. His strong arm was draped possessively across your waist, holding you close as though even in sleep, he couldn’t bear to let you go.

You gazed at him for a moment, your mind replaying the events of the night before. The intensity of his touch, the vulnerability in his words—“I love you so fucking much”—lingered in your memory like a brand. You had never imagined this dynamic, this strange pull between you and Karl, could evolve into something so intimate, so tender, and yet so consuming.

Careful not to wake him, you slipped out of bed, grabbing a robe from the chair and tying it loosely around your waist. Your legs felt weak, your body sore in unfamiliar places, a reminder of the night’s passion. A soft blush crept up your cheeks as you glanced back at Karl, his face relaxed in sleep, looking younger and almost innocent.

You padded quietly to the bathroom to freshen up, splashing cold water on your face to steady the whirlwind of emotions still coursing through you. As you toweled off, a thought struck you—what now? What did last night mean for your marriage, for the tenuous relationship you had been navigating with this man?

The answer seemed both simple and impossibly complex. You couldn’t deny the connection that had formed between you and Karl, but what terrified you was the depth of it. How quickly the walls you had built around your heart had crumbled under the force of his devotion.

When you returned to the bedroom, Karl was awake, propped up on one elbow, his hazel eyes tracking your every move. His gaze was soft, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched you.

“Good morning, liebling,” he said, his baritone voice rough with sleep but warm with affection.

“Good morning,” you replied, your voice quieter, still unsure of how to navigate this new intimacy.

Karl patted the space beside him, his smile widening slightly. “Come here,” he said gently.

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the belt of your robe, but the vulnerability in his expression softened you. Slowly, you crossed the room and slid back into bed beside him. Karl immediately pulled you into his arms, his embrace firm and comforting, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his tone laced with genuine concern.

“Sore,” you admitted with a shy smile, your cheeks flushing as you avoided his gaze.

Karl chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a pleasant shiver through you. “That’s to be expected,” he said, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your arm. “But I meant... in here.” He placed a hand gently over your heart, his hazel eyes searching yours for any hint of unease.

You swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to where his hand rested against your chest. “I don’t know,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Last night was... a lot.”

Karl’s expression softened even further, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “I know,” he said quietly. “And I want you to know that nothing has to change unless you want it to. You’re still in control, schatz. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice took your breath away. For a man who was so used to control, to power, Karl’s willingness to let you lead this new dynamic was both surprising and deeply touching.

But the soft, tentative warmth of the morning faded the moment you shook your head and slipped out of Karl’s arms. The air seemed to chill between you as you adjusted your robe, the knot at your waist tightening with the same tension building in your chest. You turned away from him, your shoulders stiff with resolve.

“What’s wrong, liebling?” Karl’s voice, rough from sleep, cut through the quiet. He sat up fully, the sheets pooling at his waist, his hazel eyes narrowing as he studied you.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, lips pursed. “What’s wrong?” you repeated, your tone sharp as you crossed the room to the window. The drizzle outside mirrored the storm inside you. “What’s wrong, Karl, is that I let myself forget who you are—what you’ve done.”

Karl sighed heavily, the sound carrying both frustration and a hint of guilt. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the weight of his body causing the mattress to creak. “I thought we were past this,” he said quietly, his baritone voice laced with weariness.

You turned sharply, your arms crossing over your chest as you faced him. “You thought wrong,” you snapped. “You’re still the man who destroyed my father’s business—my family’s livelihood—just to get to me.”

Karl’s jaw tightened, his hazel eyes darkening with emotion. “I wanted to do things differently,” he said, his voice rising slightly as he pushed himself to his feet. He towered over you, his chubby frame imposing but somehow softened by the vulnerability in his expression. “I wanted to court you properly, but your father wouldn’t let me near you! He called me unworthy, threatened to send you away.”

You scoffed, stepping closer to him, your chin tilted defiantly. “And that justifies what you did? Manipulating him, ruining everything he worked for? You didn’t just hurt him, Karl—you hurt me. You took away my choice.”

Karl ran a hand through his gray hair, his frustration evident in the way his fingers raked through the strands. “I rebuilt his business,” he shot back, his voice rough with defensiveness. “Your family is one of the richest in the region now because of me. I made things right.”

“It’s not about the money, Karl!” you snapped, your voice trembling with anger as you stepped closer, the intensity between you crackling like a live wire. “It’s about your manipulation. You didn’t ‘make things right.’ You decided what was right without considering anyone else—without considering me.”

Karl’s eyes dropped to your lips, his breath hitching as you leaned closer, your voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “You can’t buy my forgiveness, Karl. You can’t undo the damage you caused just because you feel guilty now.”

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer until your bodies were nearly touching. His hazel eyes burned with a mix of anger and desire, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “You think I feel guilty? No, liebling, I don’t feel guilty for wanting you. I’d do it all again if it meant having you in my bed, in my life.”

Your breath hitched at the intensity in his gaze, but you refused to back down. “And that’s exactly why I can’t forgive you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “Because you don’t see what you did as wrong. You think wanting me justifies everything.”

Karl’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his other hand moving to cup your cheek. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice softening as his thumb brushed against your skin. “Everything I did, I did because I love you.”

“You don’t love me, Karl,” you shot back, your voice firm even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly into his touch. “You love the idea of me. You love the control.”

He growled softly, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip, his hazel eyes locked on yours. “You’re wrong,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you. And no matter how many times you argue with me, no matter how many sharp words you throw my way, I can’t stop loving you.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. “You can’t win this argument, Karl,” you whispered, your voice trembling with both defiance and something deeper, something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

His lips curled into a small, self-deprecating smile, his breath hot against your skin. “I know,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I never can. You’ve always had the upper hand, liebling. Always.”

Your lips parted, ready to fire back another retort, but Karl closed the distance before you could speak. His mouth captured yours in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and surrender, his hands pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You hated the way your body responded, hated the way his touch made you weak, made you forget every reason you had to push him away. But as his lips moved against yours, as his hands roamed your body with a possessive tenderness, you couldn’t deny the pull between you—the magnetic force that always seemed to bring you back to him.

And Karl, for all his faults, knew he was powerless against you. Even as he tried to assert control, to bend you to his will, he found himself hypnotized by you—by your strength, your fire, your lips that could silence him with a single word or ignite him with a single kiss.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against your mouth, his voice a low, breathless growl. “You drive me mad, liebling. Do you know that? Every time you argue with me, every time you defy me, it only makes me want you more.”

You smirked, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “Good. Maybe you’ll finally learn that you can’t always get your way.”

Karl chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours. “With you,” he murmured, his voice full of reluctant admiration, “I never stand a chance.”

Karl’s baritone voice rumbled with satisfaction as he kissed you deeply, his strong hands sliding over your body with renewed hunger. “You’re mine, liebling,” he murmured against your lips, his tone thick with desire as he eased you back onto the bed. The warmth of his body enveloped you as he pressed his weight into you, one hand loosening the belt of your robe while the other tangled in your hair.

“Karl,” you began, your voice breathless but stern, “we shouldn’t—”

He silenced you with another fervent kiss, his mustache brushing tantalizingly against your skin. “Hush,” he growled, his hazel eyes dark with a primal intensity. “Let me worship you properly.”

The cool air kissed your bare skin as your robe fell open, and Karl’s large, warm hands roamed over your curves with deliberate care. He lowered his mouth to your neck, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin there. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, his voice rough as his lips moved lower, tracing a heated path down your chest.

You arched into his touch, your body betraying the protests on the tip of your tongue. “You’re insatiable,” you scolded, though your voice lacked conviction, trembling as Karl’s mouth found the peak of your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple.

Karl chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “When it comes to you, yes,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, his touch firm and possessive. “You’ve ruined me for anything else, schatz.”

He shifted, aligning himself with you, and you gasped as he entered you in one slow, deliberate motion. The fullness of him was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless. Karl groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he began to move, his thrusts deep and unrelenting.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you moaned his name, the intensity of his movements leaving you trembling beneath him. Karl’s lips found yours again, his kiss bruising and hungry as he drove you both toward release.

When the two of you finally collapsed into a breathless heap, Karl pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his chest heaving with exertion. “Stay in bed, liebling,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll have Liselotte bring you breakfast.”

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue, and Karl dressed quickly before leaving the room, his expression smug and content as he descended the stairs to the dining room.

Karl entered the dining room with a spring in his step, his usual commanding presence softened by a rare smile. Johann was already seated at the table, sipping his coffee, while Elisabeth sat stiffly across from him, her face pale and drawn.

“Good morning,” Karl greeted warmly, taking his seat at the head of the table. He exchanged a knowing look with Johann, who raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“Did you sleep well, Karl?” Johann asked, his tone light but laced with curiosity.

Karl smirked, reaching for the coffee pot. “Indeed,” he replied, pouring himself a cup. “And I’ve had a wonderful morning, too.”

Johann chuckled, shaking his head, but before he could respond, Elisabeth abruptly stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Her face was flushed, her expression unreadable as she excused herself hurriedly.

Karl’s brow furrowed as he watched her leave, concern flickering in his hazel eyes. “What’s wrong with Elisabeth?” he asked, turning to Johann.

Johann shrugged, feigning ignorance. “She hasn’t been feeling well,” he said vaguely, though his tone suggested there was more to the story.

Karl frowned, waving over Anna and Liselotte, who had been standing nearby. “Anna, find out what’s troubling Elisabeth and prepare some tea for her,” he ordered, his tone firm. “And Liselotte,” he added, turning to the younger maid, “take breakfast upstairs to my wife, along with some ointments to help with any soreness.”

Both women nodded quickly, hurrying to carry out his orders. Karl leaned back in his chair, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Elisabeth’s sudden departure and the lingering satisfaction of his time with you. He took a sip of his coffee, his hazel eyes flickering with a mixture of concern and smug contentment.

As Johann continued to watch him with quiet amusement, Karl couldn’t help but smile, his thoughts drifting back to the woman resting in his bed upstairs. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain: you were his, and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Liselotte was bubbling with excitement. As she helped you untie your robe and guided you toward the bathroom, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"You must tell me everything!" she exclaimed, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “What was it like? Did Herr Hoffmeister treat you well?”

You felt your face grow hot as you stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over your skin, washing away the tension and soreness of the night. “There’s nothing to tell,” you said quickly, your voice wavering as you tried to maintain your composure. “It’s none of your business.”

Liselotte let out a dramatic laugh, covering her mouth as if to stifle her amusement. “Oh, don’t be modest, ma’am! The whole house heard you last night—and this morning too!”

Your hands froze mid-lather, your heart dropping into your stomach. “What?” you asked, turning to gape at her through the steamy haze of the bathroom.

“The walls in this house are thin,” Liselotte said with a smirk, her tone teasing but not unkind. “Anna and I could hardly believe it—Herr Hoffmeister’s bed is notoriously quiet. But with you, well…” She wiggled her eyebrows.

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, wishing the floor would swallow you up. “I can’t believe this,” you muttered. “It’s humiliating.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Liselotte said, her tone softening as she handed you a fresh bar of soap. “It’s perfectly natural. You’re married, after all. And, if I may say so, Herr Hoffmeister is a very lucky man. You’ve made him happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

Her words only deepened the flush on your cheeks. You busied yourself with rinsing your hair, avoiding her gaze as she chattered on. But eventually, her persistence wore you down.

“Fine,” you said with a sigh, leaning against the cool tile wall of the shower. “If you must know… Karl was kind. He was careful and gentle. He made sure I was comfortable.”

Liselotte’s eyes widened with delight, and she clasped her hands together. “I knew it! Beneath all that sternness, Herr Hoffmeister has a heart after all.”

You gave her a wry look. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. He’s still the man who ruined my father’s business and forced me into this marriage.”

Liselotte tilted her head, studying you with a thoughtful expression. “Does it feel different now? Between you and Herr Hoffmeister?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. The warmth of Karl’s touch, the sincerity in his voice, and the way he had held you last night lingered in your mind, complicating your feelings. “I… don’t know,” you admitted finally. “I still hate him for what he did to my family—and to me. But not as much as before.”

Liselotte nodded, her expression encouraging you to continue.

“I hate feeling like a prisoner in this place,” you said, your voice softer now. “But somehow, it doesn’t feel as oppressive anymore. Karl… he’s not as cruel as I thought he’d be.”

Liselotte smiled knowingly as she handed you a towel. “Love works in mysterious ways,” she said, her tone teasing yet warm. “Maybe Herr Hoffmeister isn’t the villain you’ve made him out to be.”

You sighed, wrapping the towel around yourself as you stepped out of the shower. “Or maybe he’s just a villain who happens to be good at kissing,” you quipped, though the faint smile on your lips betrayed your conflicted emotions.

Liselotte laughed, helping you into a fresh dressing gown. “Either way, I think you’re beginning to see that life here isn’t so bad,” she said, her voice gentle. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll find a way to be happy.”

You didn’t respond, but as you made your way to the bedroom for breakfast, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she might be right. Whether you liked it or not, Karl had begun to chip away at the walls you had built around your heart—and that thought was both terrifying and oddly comforting.

The morning sunlight streamed softly through the lace curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. You sat in bed, a tray balanced carefully on your lap. A small feast had been prepared for your breakfast: freshly baked bread, an assortment of cheeses, slices of cured ham, and a steaming cup of coffee. Beside the tray sat a small collection of jars, their labels handwritten in elegant script. You picked one up, examining the thick glass and its contents, curiosity piqued.

“What are these?” you asked, holding the jar up for inspection. You removed the lid and sniffed the contents, the sharp scent of mint filling the air.

Liselotte, busy rifling through your wardrobe, glanced over her shoulder. She held a flowing cream-colored dress in one hand and a light blue one in the other, her brow furrowed in concentration. “The ointments are to help with the bruises and soreness, ma’am,” she said absently, her tone almost casual, as though this were an everyday occurrence.

You raised an eyebrow, your hand instinctively brushing over your hip, where Karl’s firm grip had left a faint ache. “Bruises?” you asked, chewing on a piece of bread.

Liselotte smirked, setting the cream dress aside and holding up the blue one against the light. “Well, I heard the headboard was doing most of the heavy lifting last night,” she teased. “And judging by how loud the two of you were, I’d say Herr Hoffmeister wasn’t exactly gentle.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson, and you quickly lowered your gaze, fumbling with the jar in your hands. “I don’t need a play-by-play,” you muttered, though the corner of your lips twitched in amusement despite your embarrassment.

Liselotte laughed softly, finally deciding on the blue dress. She laid it across the chair by the vanity before turning her full attention to you. “If it helps, the ointment works wonders. Anna swears by it—used it after her back gave out from scrubbing the floors last winter.”

You nodded, uncapping the jar again and dipping your finger into the cool, smooth substance. The minty aroma was soothing, and as you rubbed a small amount onto your wrist, you felt an immediate cooling sensation. “It’s nice,” you admitted, setting the jar back on the tray.

Liselotte clapped her hands, a playful grin on her face. “I told you! Herr Hoffmeister spares no expense when it comes to your comfort.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing Liselotte’s exaggerated claims, but you humored her with a small smile, tearing off a piece of toast and handing it to her. “Here,” you said, shaking your head. “Take this and hush. You’re like a hen clucking in my ear.”

Liselotte accepted the toast with a mischievous grin, but she wasn’t deterred. If anything, her enthusiasm grew. “Oh, no, no, ma’am,” she said, biting into the toast and waving a hand for emphasis. “You don’t understand! Herr Hoffmeister went mad preparing for your arrival. He wanted everything perfect.”

You arched an eyebrow, leaning back against the headboard as you sipped your coffee. “Perfect?” you repeated skeptically, giving her a pointed look. “Karl Hoffmeister doesn’t strike me as the sentimental type.”

Liselotte let out a dramatic laugh, nearly choking on her toast. “Sentimental? No, perhaps not. But determined? Oh, absolutely. You should have seen it, ma’am. The whole household was in a frenzy! He had the entire garden replanted just for you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “The garden?”

“Yes!” Liselotte exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. She set the rest of her toast down and moved closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Do you think those roses just magically bloomed overnight? No, Herr Hoffmeister ordered them all imported—imported, ma’am—from some fancy place in Holland. He said they were the finest in Europe, and only the best would do for his bride.”

You stared at her, unsure whether to laugh or roll your eyes again. “You’re making this up,” you said, though your tone was more amused than accusatory. “Karl Hoffmeister doesn’t strike me as the type to fuss over flowers.”

Liselotte’s jaw dropped, her expression a mixture of shock and playful outrage. She set down her toast dramatically, brushing the crumbs off her hands before marching over to the bed. “You don’t believe me?” she gasped, clutching her chest as though you had wounded her pride. “After everything I’ve told you?”

You smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “Liselotte, it’s not that I don’t believe you,” you teased, “but Karl Hoffmeister obsessing over flowers? It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

Liselotte let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of bed with surprising strength. “Enough of this nonsense!” she declared, her cheeks flushed with determination. “If you won’t take my word for it, I’ll show you myself!”

Laughing, you stumbled out of bed, clutching your robe around you as Liselotte dragged you across the room. “Liselotte, for heaven’s sake!” you protested, though there was no real anger in your voice. “I’m not even dressed!”

“Hush, ma’am,” Liselotte replied, waving off your complaints as she placed you firmly in front of the bedroom window. She pulled back the lace curtain with a flourish, gesturing dramatically toward the garden below. “There! Behold the fruits of Herr Hoffmeister’s labor!”

You rolled your eyes at her theatrics but humored her, peering out the window. The garden stretched out before you, a sea of vibrant colors and carefully curated blooms. Roses in every shade imaginable lined the pathways, their petals glistening with morning dew. Tall, stately tulips swayed gently in the breeze, their colors so vivid they looked almost painted. A wisteria vine climbed gracefully over an ornate archway, its purple blossoms cascading like a waterfall.

Liselotte pointed to a cluster of delicate white flowers near the fountain. “Those are snowdrops,” she said, her voice brimming with pride. “Imported directly from Holland. And those over there—” she gestured to a bed of vivid orange blooms “—are marigolds. Hans himself planted them!”

You blinked, surprised by the revelation. “He did all this… for me?”

Liselotte nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes! Herr Hoffmeister was very clear. He wanted everything to be beautiful, perfect, and meaningful. He said you deserved nothing less.”

You stared out at the garden, your fingers lightly gripping the windowsill. You had looked at this view dozens of times before, but it had always seemed like part of the prison Karl had built around you. The beauty of the flowers had been overshadowed by your resentment, their colors dulled by the bitterness in your heart.

But now, as Liselotte pointed out each bloom and explained their significance, you found yourself seeing the garden in a new light.

“Those roses,” Liselotte continued, her voice softening, “he said they reminded him of you—strong, beautiful, and resilient.” She gestured toward the wisteria arch. “And that wisteria? It’s a symbol of devotion. He insisted it be placed where you’d see it every morning.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you took it all in. The meticulous care that had gone into every detail, the thoughtfulness behind each choice… it was overwhelming. For the first time, you truly saw the garden, not as a gilded cage, but as a gift—a testament to Karl’s effort to make you feel at home, to make you feel cherished.

Liselotte’s voice broke through your thoughts. “You’re not a prisoner here, ma’am,” she said gently. “Herr Hoffmeister didn’t build this place to trap you. He built it so you’d feel like the queen of this estate.”

You turned to her, your eyes wide with emotion. “I’ve been so blind,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been so angry with him… I never stopped to notice.”

Liselotte smiled warmly, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s understandable, ma’am. But now that you see it, perhaps it’s time to let go of some of that anger. Herr Hoffmeister may be stubborn and overbearing, but his heart is in the right place.”

You nodded slowly, your gaze returning to the garden. The vibrant blooms seemed to shimmer with a new brilliance, their colors brighter than you had ever noticed before. You felt a small, unfamiliar warmth stir in your chest—a tentative hope that perhaps, just perhaps, Karl’s actions weren’t entirely selfish.

As Liselotte continued to point out the different flowers and their meanings, you found yourself smiling, truly appreciating the beauty of the garden for the first time. And for the first time, you allowed yourself to wonder if there could be more to this life with Karl than you had ever imagined.

Meanwhile, in her own bedroom, Elisabeth buried her face in the pillows, ignoring the tea Anna had carefully placed on her bedside table. The fragrant steam curled upward, but she didn’t care. Tea wouldn’t soothe the ache in her chest or silence the echo of Karl’s voice calling out your name.

Elisabeth curled her fingers into the soft fabric of the pillow, her nails digging into the material as if it could somehow absorb her frustration. Karl had broken her heart again without even realizing it, his obliviousness cutting deeper than a deliberate slight ever could.

It was cruel to love a man who didn’t love you back—crueler still when that man looked at another woman with the kind of devotion Elisabeth could only dream of. He didn’t see her. Not as a woman. Not as someone who could match his fire, his passion. To him, she would always be the little girl who trailed behind him in the gardens, begging to ride horses and hear his stories.

The memory made her stomach churn with humiliation. She could still hear the teasing affection in his voice as he ruffled her hair, calling her mein kleines Mädchen—his little girl. It had been years since then, and Elisabeth had grown. She was no longer the child he remembered; she was a woman now—a woman with desires, with ambition, with the determination to claim what she wanted.

And what she wanted was Karl Hoffmeister.

Elisabeth buried her face deeper into the pillows, her lips trembling as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill. But amid the heartbreak, there was a spark of defiance, a smoldering flame fanned by the memory of something Karl had said to her days ago.

"All’s fair in love and war."

The words rang in her ears, looping endlessly in her mind until they became a mantra. At the time, she’d thought nothing of it. Now, the phrase took on new meaning, seeping into her thoughts like a poison—or perhaps an elixir.

If all was fair in love and war, then she wouldn’t give up. She wouldn’t stand by and let you win Karl’s heart without a fight. Karl might not see her now, but he would. She would make him see her—make him crave her—no matter what it took.

Elisabeth pushed herself up from the bed, her tear-streaked face hardening with resolve. She smoothed her dress, the silk clinging to her figure in a way she knew was alluring. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection, noting the flush in her cheeks and the brightness in her eyes. She was beautiful. She was desirable. And Karl would realize that soon enough.

But how? How could she make him look at her the way he looked at you? How could she shatter the image of the little girl he’d once known and make him see the woman she had become?

The answer was simple: she would seduce him. Slowly, deliberately, she would chip away at his defenses until there was nothing left but raw desire. She would play on his weaknesses, his unspoken fantasies, until he couldn’t resist her. And when the moment came, she would make him hers.

Elisabeth licked her lips, imagining the feel of his calloused hands on her skin, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She could almost hear the growl of his voice, low and commanding, as he whispered filthy promises against her ear.

"You think you can tease me, mein Schatz? Think again."

Her breath hitched at the thought, heat pooling low in her belly. Karl was a man of control, but she had seen the cracks in his armor—the way his hazel eyes darkened with lust, the way his mustache twitched when he was holding himself back. She wanted to push him to his breaking point, to make him lose that ironclad restraint and take her the way she knew he wanted to.

"Do you know what you’ve done to me, Elisabeth?" she imagined him growling, his large hands gripping her waist as he pulled her flush against him. "I’ve been dreaming of this—of you—for far too long. Now that I have you, I’m never letting go."

Elisabeth shivered, the vivid fantasy leaving her breathless. She knew Karl would resist at first. He would try to cling to his sense of propriety, to the idea that you were the only woman for him. But she was patient. She would wear him down, inch by inch, until there was no room in his heart—or his bed—for anyone but her.

"You’re mine now, mein Liebling," she murmured to her reflection, her lips curving into a sly smile. "All’s fair in love and war, remember?"

With renewed determination, Elisabeth turned away from the mirror and rang the bell for Anna. There was much to do, and she couldn’t afford to waste time wallowing in self-pity. If Karl Hoffmeister wanted a war, then she would give him one. And this time, she had no intention of losing.

The kitchen was alive with the usual morning hustle. The warm scent of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of herbs wafting from the simmering pots. Gustav, the head cook, worked with the precision of a master conductor, directing the staff like an orchestra.

Anna leaned against the counter as she polished silverware, her sharp eyes glinting with mischief. "I tell you, Gustav, with all the racket the bosses were making last night—and this morning too—it won’t be long before we see little ones running around here."

Hans paused in the middle of meticulously arranging a tray. He turned to Anna, his expression a mix of disapproval and exasperation. "Anna," he said sternly, his voice low and clipped, "it is highly inappropriate to comment on the personal lives of Herr Hoffmeister and his wife. Show some decorum."

Anna rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his reprimand. "Oh, lighten up, Hans," she retorted, waving a hand dismissively. "You’re acting like I’ve committed some great sin. Everyone knows the bosses are finally getting along. That’s reason enough to celebrate, don’t you think?"

Gustav chuckled from his position by the stove, shaking his head as he stirred a pot of soup. "I think Anna’s just eager to see babies crawling around the halls, making a mess of all her hard work."

Anna grinned, not the least bit offended. "And why not? This house has been far too quiet for far too long. A couple of chubby little Hoffmeisters would do us all some good."

Hans sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You’re incorrigible," he muttered, shaking his head. "First I’m chasing Frau Hoffmeister through the gardens at Herr Hoffmeister’s orders, and now the two of them are… rolling around in bed like a couple of lovesick teenagers. It’s confusing."

Anna’s grin widened, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Confusing? Oh, Hans, you should’ve heard them. It wasn’t just the bed creaking. I thought the headboard was going to come clean off the wall!"

Gustav let out a hearty laugh, nearly doubling over as he stirred the soup. "Anna, you’ll be the death of me," he said, his voice booming through the kitchen. "Poor Hans here looks like he’s about to faint."

Hans’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he straightened his posture, his composure slipping under the weight of Anna’s teasing. "This is a respectable household," he said stiffly. "We should not engage in such… crude speculation."

Anna smirked, unbothered by his admonishment. "Crude? Oh, come now, Hans. Even you must admit it’s nice to see Herr Hoffmeister with a smile on his face. He’s been brooding for months, and now he looks like a man who’s just won the lottery."

Hans opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He closed it again with a huff, shaking his head as he resumed arranging the tray. "You’re impossible," he muttered under his breath.

Anna’s grin only widened as she picked up a cloth and began polishing the silverware with exaggerated vigor. "Call me what you like, Hans," she said, her tone playful. "But mark my words—before long, there’ll be little feet pattering through this house. And you, my dear butler, will be chasing after them just like you chased after Frau Hoffmeister."

The image of Hans, red-faced and flustered, running after mischievous children caused Gustav to laugh so hard he had to set down his ladle. Even Heinrich, the older stable hand who had just entered the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, let out a deep chuckle.

Hans sighed again, though this time there was a faint, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He didn’t understand the dynamic between you and Karl—the constant push and pull, the fiery arguments followed by moments of intense passion. But one thing was clear: whatever was happening between the two of you was shaking up the household in ways no one could have predicted.

Upstairs, Liselotte was still bustling about your room, her chatter filled with excitement as she helped you dress. But even her enthusiasm couldn’t drown out the faint echo of laughter and clinking dishes from the kitchen below—a reminder that the staff had their own opinions about the newfound warmth between you and Karl. If only they knew how complicated things truly were.

The morning sun broke through the clouds, bathing the Hoffmeister estate in a soft, golden light. Inside his office, Karl sat at his mahogany desk, a thick pile of documents spread out before him. These were contracts and accounts from his factory—papers he had neglected for far too long. But now, with the estate quiet and his cousins in town, it seemed like the perfect time to focus.

Except he couldn’t.

Karl leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes kept drifting to the door, his thoughts wandering upstairs to where you were resting. He had left you alone, wanting to give you time to recover and process everything. But the pull to check on you was growing stronger with every passing minute.

With a frustrated sigh, Karl tossed the pen onto the desk and pushed himself to his feet. He needed a break, and he needed to see you. His heart was a strange mix of concern and anticipation. He made his way upstairs, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Reaching the bedroom door, he knocked softly before pushing it open.

The room was empty.

Karl’s chest tightened as a sense of déjà vu washed over him, memories of your attempted escape flooding back. He was about to call for Hans when Anna appeared in the hallway, carrying fresh linens.

“Anna,” he said sharply, his baritone voice tinged with urgency. “Where is she?”

Anna blinked, startled by his tone, before offering a reassuring smile. “She’s at the stables, Herr Hoffmeister. The puppy got himself into a bit of a mess playing in the mud. She insisted on washing him herself.”

Karl exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief coursing through him. “Thank you,” he muttered, his voice softening. He turned on his heel and headed downstairs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. Of course, you would be at the stables, caring for that little troublemaker.

The closer Karl got to the stables, the more he could hear your voice. It was soft but firm, tinged with amusement as you scolded Mouse. “Stay still, you little rascal! If you keep squirming, I’ll just leave you muddy.”

Karl chuckled under his breath, stepping carefully over the muddy puddles that dotted the path. As he entered the stable, the sight before him made him pause. You were crouched beside a wooden trough, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly damp from the humidity. Mouse, the tiny puppy, was a muddy mess, squirming as you tried to rinse him off with a bucket of water.

“You look like you’re losing this battle,” Karl drawled, his baritone voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Startled, you turned to see him leaning against the stable doorframe, arms crossed and a playful smirk on his lips. “If you’re just here to tease, Karl, you can leave,” you retorted, though the corner of your mouth quirked up in a smile.

Karl pushed off the doorframe and walked toward you, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. “Nonsense. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you to handle this alone.”

Before you could protest, Karl crouched beside you, his larger hands easily holding Mouse in place. “Now, you focus on cleaning him. I’ll keep him still,” he said, his tone commanding but not unkind.

You huffed but obliged, scooping water from the bucket and pouring it over Mouse’s muddy fur. The puppy let out an indignant bark, shaking vigorously and splattering both of you with water and mud.

“Mouse!” you exclaimed, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

Karl let out a deep laugh, the sound rich and warm. “I think he’s winning,” he teased, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Oh, really?” you shot back, grabbing a handful of water and flinging it at him. The droplets hit his shirt, leaving dark, wet splotches.

Karl’s eyebrows shot up in mock offense. “You dare?” he growled, scooping a handful of water from the trough and splashing it at you.

A shriek escaped your lips as the cold water hit your chest, soaking the front of your dress. “Karl!”

He grinned wickedly, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Fair’s fair, liebling.”

But you weren’t one to back down. Grabbing another bucket, you flung its contents at him, drenching his shirt completely. The fabric clung to his chest, revealing the broad, solid frame beneath.

Karl’s laughter rumbled as he retaliated, and soon the two of you were engaged in a full-blown water war.

The stable air smelled of hay, earth, and faint traces of rain. You and Karl were laughing so hard your sides ached, your laughter mingling with the sound of Mouse barking and darting between your legs. The bucket of water you had hurled at Karl left his shirt clinging to his broad chest, the wet fabric outlining the strong frame you’d been too angry to appreciate before.

At the back of the stables, Heinrich smiled to himself as he finished brushing a chestnut mare. His weathered hands moved in smooth, practiced strokes, his eyes glancing occasionally at you and Karl. The two of you were soaked, splashing water at one another like children, Mouse bouncing around and barking gleefully. The dog’s antics made Heinrich chuckle softly.

“Come here, Mouse,” he called, his deep, gravelly voice calm and familiar. Mouse hesitated for a moment before bounding over to him. Heinrich scooped the muddy pup into his arms, giving you and Karl a knowing smile as he exited quietly through the back. He’d leave you to enjoy this rare, unguarded moment.

With Mouse gone, Karl’s hazel eyes flickered with a mischievous light as he turned back to you. Water dripped from his gray hair, and his mustache was damp, giving him a slightly disheveled but oddly roguish appearance. “Now, liebling,” he drawled, his baritone voice low and teasing, “I believe you’ve drenched me enough.”

You raised your chin defiantly, unable to suppress your grin. “You deserved it,” you quipped, stepping back slightly, but your soaked dress clung to your legs, limiting your movement.

Karl’s gaze darkened as his eyes roamed over you, the wet fabric leaving little to the imagination. Your dress, now nearly transparent, hugged your curves, the swell of your breasts and the soft lines of your thighs clearly visible. His throat worked as he swallowed, his voice rough when he spoke. “You’re testing my patience, schatz.”

You arched an eyebrow, your lips curving into a playful smirk. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”

Karl didn’t answer with words. Instead, he lunged forward, his large hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The heat of his body contrasted sharply with the chill of your wet clothes, making you gasp. His hazel eyes burned into yours, and his voice dropped to a husky growl. “You’ve made quite the mess, liebling. Now, I think it’s time you cleaned it up.”

Before you could retort, his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. It was rough, demanding, and full of the passion that had been building between you. His hands slid down your hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he pressed you against one of the wooden support beams.

“Karl,” you murmured breathlessly when he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. His mustache tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to maintain your composure, but the way his teeth grazed the sensitive spot below your ear made your knees weak.

He chuckled against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “You can’t tease a man like that and expect to walk away unscathed,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to your thighs. With a swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

“Karl, we can’t,” you protested weakly, but your hands tangled in his damp hair, betraying your words.

“Why not?” he growled, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “No one’s here. Just you, me, and this stable.” His hands roamed your thighs, pushing your dress higher as he carried you toward one of the empty bays filled with fresh hay.

The world outside faded as he laid you down gently on the soft hay, his large frame hovering over you. His hazel eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness that left you breathless. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he traced a finger along your jawline.

Your heart pounded as you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the faint stubble on his cheek. “And you’re insufferable,” you whispered, though your tone was soft, almost teasing.

Karl smirked, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that made your body arch against him. His hands explored your curves, his touch firm but reverent as he peeled the soaked fabric of your dress away from your skin. Every inch of you that was exposed to the cool air was soon warmed by his touch, his lips following the path of his hands.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with need. “Every inch of you, mine.”

You shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, your own desire flaring as your hands worked to unbutton his soaked shirt. The fabric clung stubbornly to his broad shoulders, but you managed to push it off, revealing the strong, slightly weathered body beneath. Your hands roamed over his chest, the warmth of his skin igniting a fire in your belly.

“Karl,” you whispered, your voice trembling with both anticipation and need.

He silenced you with another kiss, his hips pressing against yours in a way that left no doubt about his intentions. His movements were deliberate, slow but confident, as he aligned himself with you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When you nodded, giving him silent permission, he entered you with a slow, deliberate thrust that left you gasping.

The intimacy of the moment took your breath away. Karl’s usual dominance was tempered by an unexpected tenderness, his movements careful and controlled as he worshipped every inch of you. The hay beneath you was soft, the scent of earth and horses mixing with the faint saltiness of his sweat as you moved together, your bodies finding a rhythm that felt both natural and exhilarating.

His hands gripped your hips as he thrust deeper, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was almost desperate. “I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice raw and vulnerable. “I love you so damn much.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his words, and you found yourself whispering his name like a prayer as the tension between you built to a crescendo. When release finally came, it was overwhelming, your cries mingling with his low, guttural groans as you clung to each other, your bodies trembling with the force of it.

For a long moment, the two of you lay tangled together in the hay, your breaths mingling as you slowly came back to reality. Karl brushed a strand of hair from your face, his hazel eyes soft as they gazed into yours. “You drive me mad, liebling,” he said softly, his voice filled with both amusement and affection.

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good,” you murmured, your voice still breathless. “Someone has to keep you on your toes.”

Karl chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You’ve done more than that,” he said, his tone serious now. “You’ve changed everything.”

As you lay in his arms, surrounded by the scent of hay and the fading warmth of your passion, you couldn’t help but feel that he was right. Everything had changed—and for the first time, you weren’t entirely sure that was a bad thing.

Karl’s body kept you warm, his broad chest rising and falling against your cheek as his lips brushed over your shoulder in slow, tender kisses. His mustache tickled your skin, drawing a giggle from you, though your mind was only half-focused on his attentions.

Your gaze wandered to the other stalls across from you. That’s when you saw it. The horses. They stood there, large dark eyes fixed on you and Karl, their heads poking out over the stall doors like curious spectators. One mare flicked her tail, her ears swiveling forward, while a large stallion gave a loud snort, shaking his mane as if in disapproval.

You froze, heat rising to your cheeks. "Karl," you hissed, your voice urgent but quiet.

He hummed lazily, clearly distracted as he kissed the curve of your shoulder. "Hmm?" His baritone voice was a deep rumble against your skin.

"Karl!" you repeated, a little louder this time. You grabbed the edge of the blanket he'd draped over the two of you, clutching it to your chest and trying to shield your bare body from view.

"What is it, liebling?" he asked, finally lifting his head to look at you, his hazel eyes still clouded with contentment.

You nodded toward the stalls. "The horses," you whispered harshly, your voice rising in pitch. "They're staring at us!"

Karl turned his head slowly, his brows furrowing in mild confusion. Sure enough, the horses remained unmoving, their unblinking eyes fixed on the two of you. One of them gave a soft whinny, as though in agreement with your observation.

Karl blinked, his expression blank for a moment. Then, to your disbelief, he burst into laughter—a deep, hearty sound that filled the stable. He leaned back slightly, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the absurdity of your concern.

"Karl!" you hissed again, your embarrassment deepening. "It's not funny! They're... they're watching us!"

He chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking with amusement. "Liebling," he said, his voice thick with laughter, "they’re horses. They don’t know what we’re doing."

"How do you know that?" you shot back, your tone defensive as you gestured wildly at the equine audience. "They look far too interested for my liking!"

Karl raised an eyebrow, clearly struggling to keep a straight face. "What do you think they’re going to do? Write a report? Tell Heinrich?"

You glared at him, your cheeks burning. "It’s not about what they’ll do, Karl. It’s the principle of the thing. They shouldn’t... see this!"

He turned to look at the horses again, this time with a more serious expression. He studied them for a moment, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as if he were considering your point. Finally, he let out a mock sigh and shrugged. "Well," he said, his tone deadpan, "I suppose I could have them moved to the other side of the estate if it bothers you that much. Perhaps Heinrich could arrange for some privacy screens."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "This isn’t a joke!"

Karl leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. "Oh, but it is, liebling," he murmured, his voice rich with amusement. "A very funny one."

You peeked at him through your fingers, your glare only making him laugh harder. His whole body shook with mirth, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny, grudging smile tug at the corners of your lips, despite your mortification.

Suddenly, a sharp cough interrupted the moment, and you both froze. Your heads whipped around to see Heinrich standing in the stable doorway, Mouse tucked under one arm and a bucket of water in the other. His weathered face was impassive, but his gray-blue eyes twinkled with barely concealed humor.

"I see the two of you have been... busy," Heinrich said, his voice gruff but tinged with amusement.

Karl cleared his throat, quickly pulling the blanket up to cover the both of you more modestly. "Heinrich," he said smoothly, though the faint pink tint in his cheeks betrayed him, "what can I do for you?"

Heinrich raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between the two of you and the very muddy patch of hay you were lying on. "Just thought I’d bring Mouse back," he said casually, setting the puppy down. "Didn’t mean to interrupt... whatever it is you’re doing."

You buried your face in Karl’s chest, groaning in embarrassment. Karl, for his part, simply gave a small, sheepish smile. "Thank you, Heinrich," he said, his tone as dignified as he could manage under the circumstances.

Heinrich nodded, tipping his cap. "I’ll leave you to it, then," he said, his voice carrying a faint chuckle as he turned to leave. As he exited, you swore you heard him mutter, "Young love... always causing a mess."

Karl looked down at you, his hazel eyes filled with both amusement and tenderness. "Well, liebling," he said, his baritone voice low and teasing, "it seems we’ve given everyone in this stable quite the show."

You groaned again, swatting at his chest. "This is all your fault."

He laughed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your temple. "I’ll take full responsibility," he promised, his voice warm with affection. "But I must say, it was worth it to see you like this."

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile, your earlier embarrassment fading in the warmth of his embrace. "You’re impossible," you muttered, though your tone lacked any real bite.

Karl chuckled, his hand gently stroking your hair. "And you, liebling, are irresistible," he murmured, his voice soft. "Horses and all."

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas Day 14: Deceptive Kindness

Character: Hans Gruber (Die Hard) Relationship(s): Hans/Emily (OC) Warnings: betrayal (supposedly), angry sex

AN: This is a Hans/OC story I've been cooking for a while... there will be two more parts to it throughout Rickmas, and after that? who knows. I sure don't. :)

Read on Ao3 or below:

Hans was acting strangely today. Every time Emily glanced at him, he was looking at her with a strange expression, as if he’d forgotten who she was and was trying to recall why she looked familiar.

Whatever it was, she figured, he’d come out with it in time. Hans was a patient man who never let his emotions get the best of him; if he had something to say, it would come in time.

That time, apparently, was a little after midnight, when Karl finally left. The gang had been having a poker night at Emily’s flat, and with the others finally gone, she could start cleaning up.

She was in the kitchen, piling the washing up to be done the next day when she was more awake and not so tipsy, when Hans appeared suddenly behind her, hands on the counter either side of her, trapping her.

“I thought you’d gone home,” Emily said calmly, trying not to show her surprise at his sudden reappearance.

“Not yet. Tonight’s business is not yet done.”

“I seem to recall tonight being a social affair.”

Emily tried to turn around, but Hans pressed himself closer to her, his body warm against hers, and her breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” she asked cautiously.

“I thought you might need some help.”

What, by trapping her against the counter?

“That’s kind of you, Hans, but I’m a big girl. I know how to clean up after a party.”

She heard Hans chuckle behind her, and he was so close to her that she felt his chest moving.

“That’s not what I’m offering help with,” he said softly.

Emily became suddenly very aware that Hans had moved his hands from the counter top to her hips. He gripped her firmly, as if the last thing he wanted was for her to move away from him.

“Hans, what are you —”

“Shh… come now. Etwas hängt in der Luft, we both know this. I think it’s time we address it, ja?”

Emily inhaled sharply as Hans’ hand began to wander across her waist, his fingers teasing with the bottom of her shirt.

“Und was ist das?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Hans hummed with amusement, his lips ghosting her ear as he whispered, “I know you want me, liebling.”

“You are bold, Hans,” Emily replied. Yes it was true, of course it was true, but she wasn’t about to give in so easily. “Who says I want you?”

Hans’ lips were tracing a teasing route down her neck, not quite coming into contact with her skin, but she could feel them there, his breath hot on her neck.

“You do. I see you look at me. Your eyes linger just a little too long… your little flirtings, your smiles you give me only…”

His fingers had crept under her shirt now, a gentle touch climbing up her torso as he explored her skin.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want me.”

His fingertips brushed the outline of her bra, and Emily knew she was done for.

She turned her head slightly to look at him.

“Why should I lie to you?”

Hans smirked. He had her right where he wanted her.

Without hesitation, he closed the already small gap between them and kissed her.

His lips were soft, a contrast to the roughness of his facial hair. They were also demanding, almost forcing hers open so he could trace his tongue over hers, causing her to let out an involuntary moan.

Encouraged that her walls were weakening, Hans slipped his wandering hand under her bra to knead her breast in his large hand. The other hand, meanwhile, let go of her hip only to cup her heat through the fabric of her skirt.

She could have let him kiss and grope her all night if he wanted, but Hans apparently had other plans. It took very little persuasion at all to get her to show him to her bedroom, and though his hungry hands managed to take care of her pesky shirt on the way there, he was still dressed in a full suit when her calves collided with the edge of her bed and she fell backwards onto the mattress.

How did he still look so well put together? Emily’s shirt was gone, her skirt ruffled, and she was sure her hair was a mess now too. Yet Hans still looked calm and collected; the only evidence of his enthusiasm was the bulge in his trousers.

“I have to admit… this is something I’ve imagined many times,” Hans growled as he shrugged his suit jacket from his shoulders. “Although there is usually more rope around your wrists.”

“I can’t say I have any lying around,” Emily replied. “But I suspect we can make do.”

Hans smirked.

“I’m sure we can, sweet thing. Where can I hang this?”

Even in moments of passion, it seemed, Hans was still so particular about his clothes.

Emily pointed him to the pegs on the back of her bedroom door, and Hans hung his jacket up next to her dressing gown.

His tie came off next, and the silk felt luxuriously soft as Hans tied it around her wrists, securing one end around her wrists and the other around a bedpost, leaving her lying on her back across her own bed.

“You look beautiful like this,” Hans said with admiration as he looked down on her. He left her lying there, arousal pooling between her legs, as he meticulously unbuttoned his shirt before folding it carefully and placing it on her dresser.

“Hans… why tonight?” Emily asked as he continued slowly undressing himself, as if a single crease in his suit would be the end of the world. “Why now do you make a move on me?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He continued undressing, until he was fully naked in front of her, his clothes in a neat pile with his gun laid on top. Only then did Hans turn to her, and she couldn’t help staring when she saw him in all his glory.

He was a Greek sculptor’s dream model.

“It’s quite amazing, when you learn something about a person, how it changes your view of them. They change from one thing to another in your eyes in mere moments.”

Hans placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. He smirked when he saw how wet she was.

“You, for example. The most valuable member of our team. What would we do without our Doktor, after all? We would be dead without you. That’s all you were, just der Doktor. And then, of a sudden, I see you are much more than that. Much… much more.”

He licked his lips as he positioned himself between her legs, and Emily involuntarily bucked her hips in eagerness. Hans chuckled.

“Patience, sweet thing. Let us see if you taste as sweet as you look.”

Emily had spent far more time than she’d like to admit wondering what it would feel like to have Hans Gruber eating her out. His beard scratched against her thighs, his tongue as sharp as his wit as it moved with expert precision. He was clearly no stranger to pleasuring women, and Emily had to thank all the women who’d come before her that they gave Hans the practice he needed to be the expert he clearly was.

Her fingers threaded through his hair as she gripped his head firmly, keeping him from moving away. Good thing he’d waited until the others were gone before making his move, because her moans of his name were certainly loud enough that they would have heard from the living room.

She didn’t think he could do any better than he already was, but he quickly proved her wrong. Hans slipped a finger, and then two, inside her, scissoring open to stretch her walls, and soon enough the sound of his skin against her juices filled the room as he pumped his fingers inside her, all while his tongue continued its exploration of her clit, and Emily had no way of stopping herself when she felt her insides begin to twist and her pleasure climbing in that familiar way that yet felt so much more intense this time.

“Hans… Hans, I’m going to — no!” she whined in frustration as Hans pulled away from her, leaving her walls clenching against nothing, desperately seeking that stretch that she was enjoying so much.

“You cum around my cock or not at all,” Hans demanded, his voice rough and low, giving away his arousal.

“Then give me your cock!” Emily begged. “Bitte, Hans…”

“You want my cock?” Hans said with a teasing grin. He sat up, rubbing his cock teasingly against her folds. “You want me to fill you up and fuck you until you see stars, is that it?”

“Ja… bitte, Hans, I need it…”

“I want you to tell me something first,” he said, his eyes half closed as he savoured the feeling of her juices rubbing against his cock, the heat from her pussy begging him to come inside. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll fuck you until you cum around my cock so hard you’ll never want another cock again.”

He leaned over her, something menacing in his eyes now, and though his cock positioned at her entrance was ready to take her in just a single thrust, he made no move to give her what she desperately needed.

Emily tugged on her restraints, desperate to touch him, but as soft as the expensive tie was, it was also tough, and it showed no signs of budging.

Hans placed a hand either side of her head, propping himself up on his elbows so as to surround her completely with him, with his intoxicating scent, his gorgeous frame…

“Tell me the truth, liebling.”

Emily blinked, confused. “Wh - wha —?”

He pushed his hips forward ever so slightly, pushing against her cunt but not quite sliding inside to give her the relief she so desperately needed.

Hans blinked, and though his pupils stayed wide with lust, there was something cold in there too.

“What is your name?”

Emily frowned, confused. He knew her name. What was he playing at?

“I asked you a question. It’s an easy one, no? An answer of truth is all I ask. What. Is. Your. Name?”

She knew this day would come.

She hadn’t expected it to go like this.

“Emily. My name is Emily.”

Hans raised an eyebrow, as if he hadn’t been expecting the answer. But he had asked for the truth, hadn’t he?

“And who do you work for, Emily?”

“You.”

His face twisted in rage then, his nostrils flaring. He grabbed her throat and held it firmly, though he didn’t squeeze… yet.

“The truth.”

“That is the truth!” she insisted. “I am your Doktor, am I not? You pay me, ja?”

Hans sneered, and the hand around her throat tightened slightly. His cock was still prodding at her entrance. He may be angry, but he was still very much aroused.

“And who else pays you? Hm? SED? Die Bonner Republik?”

“No!”

His grip tightened.

“TELL ME!”

“MI6!”

Hans’ grip immediately slackened, and he sneered down at her.

“MI6,” he repeated with disdain. “Fucking Britisch?!”

“Yes, I’m fucking British,” Emily said as she gasped for breath. She wanted to rub her sore neck, but her wrists were still very much tied.

“Scheiße,” Hans swore.

He sat up straight, and Emily whined with frustration when his cock moved away from her.

He looked back at her appraisingly, his eyes raking her up and down.

“I did make a promise, didn’t I?” he said thoughtfully. “Very well.”

He repositioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her with one harsh thrust. Emily cried out, half in shock, half in pleasure.

“I told you you could cum around my cock if you told me the truth,” Hans reminded her as he set a firm, steady pace. “I’m no liar like you, Schlampe. Tell me, were you lying the whole time or did they turn you against me?”

“Not - lying,” Emily said through gritted teeth. Did he really expect to be able to interrogate her while he was fucking her? “Not - not to you…”

Hans scoffed.

“You didn’t even tell me your real name.”

“Neither did you.”

Hans almost faltered in his movements as his eyes widened ever so slightly, betraying his surprise. Nobody knew that his name was an alias - hell, it had been so long, sometimes even he forgot his real name.

“A shame,” Hans panted, picking up the pace again. “You’ve been so useful. It will be hard to find someone new. Well… we might as well go out with a bang, huh?”

He leaned over her then, caging her in with his body, and he seemed to be channelling all his anger at her into his hips as he fucked her hard and fast.

“Let me… explain…” Emily panted between gasps of pleasure. “I’ll tell you - tell you everything. Just let me - let me - oh, fuck…”

“Mmm, cum around my cock, Schlampe. Cum around my cock and then I’ll fill you up. Then - then we talk. Yes?”

Emily nodded, too cockdrunk to even form a coherent syllable anymore.

Hans slammed his cock into her with a punishing force. As angry as he was at her for her betrayal, he was angrier still at himself for not seeing it. Five years! Five years she’d been working for him, privy to all his plans… and all the time she’d been feeding information back to the fucking British Government.

Even more so, he was angry he hadn’t given in to his desire for her sooner. He could have fucked her so much more, but now this was to be their only fuck, since he’d have to kill her once she’d told him everything. Damn it. All the times he wanted to bend her over and take her, to make her scream… just like she was doing now, as he felt her cunt tightening around him, her cries of ecstasy as she came nothing short of music to his ears.

He knew he was going to cum hard, so he pulled out of her and quickly tugged his cock to completion, groaning loudly as he painted her body white with his seed. No matter how much of a treacherous bitch she was, she looked fucking sublime with her hands tied and her body covered in his cum.

After untying her, he let her go to the bathroom to clean up. No matter how angry he was, he was still a gentleman.

When she emerged wearing a dressing gown, Hans had made himself comfortable on her bed, relaxing against her pillows. He had put his trousers back on, along with his shirt, although he hadn’t buttoned it up. His gun was in his hand, and though his finger wasn’t near the trigger yet, the message was loud and clear.

“Start talking,” he demanded coldly. “Tell me everything.”

[onyx-stuff]

So gegen deine Langeweile:

Asks: 2, 3, 8, 9, 11, 12, 16, 18 und 19, 21, 22

Sorry not Sorry 😁

2. Wer ist dein*e Lieblingsermittler*in?

Also früher war es Karl-Friedrich Boerne, einfach weil er ein so besonderer Charakter mit so vielen Macken ist (und weil er ja als Gerichtsmediziner kein klassischer Ermittler ist). Momentan ist es *Überraschung* Adam Schürk. Weil ein Tatort Charakter mit tatsächlich bekannter Background Story? Hallo? (Ich hab auch einfach eine Tendenz für die kleinen Arschloch-Charaktere)

3. Ein Fall, den man einfach gesehen haben muss?

Puhhh, da hab ich leider wirklich keine Antwort für😅

8. Lustigste Tatort-Folge?

Der Fluch der Mumie, weil Boerne und Thiel sich wieder so schön streiten und die beiden zusammen duschen, nur um dann Thiels Papa in die Arme zu laufen😭

(Ich gucke beim erstellen von diesem ewig langen Post Es lebe der König!, die ist auch Stellenweise sehr witzig (das Bart Gespräch😭))

9. Traurigste Tatort-Folge?

Auch schwierig, aber ich würde sagen; Limbus. Nadeshdas Tod war so lieblos und unfair (meiner Meinung nach). Das Nadeshda dann wenigstens nochmal einen Abschied in Limbus kriegt hat mich ein bisschen getröstet. Die traurigste Folge war es für mich, wegen Nadeshdas Verabschiedung von Boerne. In klassischer Tatort-Manier haben wir ja sonst keine Reaktionen der anderen Charaktere auf ihren Tod bekommen (korrigiert mich wenn ich da was auslasse), aber dass wir mal wieder für einen kurzen Moment den soften-Boerne gesehen haben der Nadeshda in den Himmel verabschiedet war schön und traurig zugleich.

11. Wer ist dein Lieblings-Nebenscharakter?

Wilhelmine Klemm. Coole, humorvolle Anwältin. Mehr muss ich nicht sagen, oder? (Und jetzt geht sie😭)

12. Eine Tatort-Folge, die dir einfach sehr am Herzen liegt?

Die Folge Zwischen den Ohren aus dem Jahr 2011, in dem es um Intersexualität geht. Garantiert hat die Folge einiges nicht ganz korrekt getroffen, aber für 2011, finde ich sie sehr gelungen. Zu dem Zeitpunkt als ich die Folge das erste Mal gesehen habe, hatte ich eine kleinen Identitätskrise (Sexualität und Geschlechtsidentität sind schwierig, vor allem wenn man in einer super konservativen christlichen Familie groß wird🥴). Deswegen fand ich es toll, dass das Thema im Tatort seinen Platz gefunden hat.

16. Welchen plot sollte es in einem Fall mal geben?

Das würde wahrscheinlich für das Tatort-Format wie es normalerweise funktioniert (also keine wirklichen Auswirkungen der einzelnen Folgen auf die nächste) nicht klappen, ABER; Ich würde es super interessant finden, wenn bei einem Mordfall rauskommt das ein*e Ermittler*in aus dem Team (oder generell jemand der am ermitteln beteiligt ist z.B. aus der Gerichtsmedizin oder von den Anwältinnen) der/die Täter*in ist. In den weiteren Ermittlungen kommt heraus, dass diese Person ganz viele Straftaten begangen hat und immer dafür gesorgt hat, dass das Team ermittelt damit sie Spuren verschwinden lassen kann, um am Ende jemand anderen dafür ins Gefängnis zu bringen. Oder die Person ist so manipulativ, dass sie die Straftäter*innen immer dazu gebracht hat die Tat zu begehen.

18. Eine Folge die du nie wieder gucken wirst?

TW: sexual Verbrechen

Die Folge Wolfsstunde. Da geht es um eine junge Studentin, die vergewaltigt und ermordet wird und dabei kommt raus, dass der Täter das schonmal einer Frau angetan hat. Ich glaube jeder hat gewisse Themen, die man sich nicht angucken kann und bei mir sind es definitiv sexuelle Übergriffe.

19. Lieblingsbilder deines Tatort blorbos?

(Ich bin mir nicht sicher ob ich wirklich gerafft hab was "blorbos" bedeutet🥴 musste googlen)

21. Wann hast du Tatort für dich entdeckt?

Ich glaube wie bei den meisten über meine Eltern😅 Ich gucke meistens nur Krimiserien (vielleicht mache ich bald mal eine Liste mit meinen liebsten Krimiserien)

22. Erinnerst du dich noch an den allerersten Fall, den du geguckt hast?

Leider nein, aber es war auf jedenfall ein Münsteraner Tatort.

[tkkgrezis]

Beim beliebten Imbiss „Wurst Papke“ erfährt Klößchen, dass dem Inhaber, Franz Papke, bei einem Wohnungseinbruch drei Monatseinnahmen gestohlen wurden. Jetzt sitzt ihm das Finanzamt wegen säumiger Steuerzahlungen im Nacken – Klößchen beschließt, seinem Lieblingsimbiss zu helfen. Von Kriminalmeisterin Tamina Salah erfahren Klößchen und seine Freunde Tim, Karl und Gaby, dass es sich um eine Einbruchsserie handelt. Die Ermittlungen führen TKKG in die verruchte Spielothek VEGAS. Dem Bösen auf der Spur lenkt Tim seine Bande durch die Nacht – bis er erst von der Polizei festgenommen und später ausgeschaltet wird …

„Zufall ist ein Mangel an Information“

Eine Rezension von Alexander mit dem Ergebnis: 80 % (sehr gut). 

Bei Franz Papke, Inhaber des gleichnamigen Wurststands, wurde eingebrochen und drei Monatseinnahmen gestohlen. Jetzt hat er Probleme mit dem Finanzamt wegen säumiger Steuerzahlungen. Als Klößchen von Papkes Situation erfährt, verspricht er ihm zu helfen. TKKG beginnen in dem Fall zu ermitteln und stoßen dank Polizistin Tamina Salah auf eine Einbruchsserie bei Gewerbetreibenden, die überwiegend Einnahmen in Bargeld-Form haben. Schließlich führt eine Spur in die verruchte Spielothek VEGAS. Schließlich gerät Tim in tödliche Gefahr …

In der neuesten TKKG-Folge schalten sich die vier Nachwuchsdetektive nur deshalb in den Fall ein, weil Klößchens Lieblings-Wurststand zu den Opfern zählt. Bald wissen er und seine Freunde, dass es um eine Einbruchsserie geht. Der Fall ist stets kurzweilig, stringent erzählt und wird insbesondere während des letzten Drittels der Handlung sehr spannend. Etwa in der Mitte der Geschichte gibt es einen sehr überraschenden Twist. Der serientypische Humor ist diesmal überdurchschnittlich vorhanden. Die Figurenzeichnung ist diesmal nur solide. Das tolle Cover zeigt eine spannende Szene aus dem Hörspiel. Es ist ein Eyecatcher.

Die Sprecherleistungen sind Top: Die vier Hauptsprecher sind gewohnt erstklassig. Von den zahlreichen Gastsprechern haben mir Judy Winter als Evelyn Bösendorff, Helmut Zierl als Franz Papke, Albrecht Ganskopf als Dennis Knopf und Henrike Fehrs als Tamina Salah am besten gefallen. Nic Romm ist als Erzähler gut. Ich habe mich mittlerweile an ihn gewöhnt.

Es gibt nur positives über Zwischenmusiken, Geräusche und Effekte zu berichten: Auswahl und Einsatz sind jeweils ausgezeichnet.

Fazit

Die neue TKKG-Folge „Im Auftrag des Bösen“ hat mir sehr gut gefallen.

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Hab mal Bock auf so ne kleine Prediction Liste für nächste Staffel zu machen und weil ich nicht weiß wo hin damit kriegst du sie 😂

1. Da wir ja jetzt wissen, dass sich Elly und Massuda ein Zimmer teilen kriegen die wahrscheinlich viel Story zsm. Die versuchen anscheinend ja auch den ultimativen Hack zu finden um gute Noten zu finden.

2. Elly wird auch noch viel Story mit ihrem Bruder kriegen. Die verstehen sich ja nicht so und haben sich oft in den Haaren. Von dem was war wissen ist Joshua auch wirklich aktiv an der Schatzsuche beteiligt.

3. Maxi ist so der Kopf von der Schatzsuche würde ich mal sagen, ich denke ihre Story wird sich komplett darum drehen dazu kommt dann auch noch die Freundschaft mit Karl die ihm dabei wahrscheinlich viel unterstützen wird.

4. Bei Annika und Nesrin könnte ich mir auch gut vorstellen, dass sie sich aktiv an dieser Schatzsuche beteiligen und die Pranks dürfen wahrscheinlich auch nicht fehlen. Außerdem glaube ich, dass Nesrin noch ne Lovestory mit Marlon kriegt. Das da aber auch nicht alles glatt läuft und Annika so ein bisschen als Vermittlerin tätig sein wird.

5. Ich glaube Marlon wird ohne Nesrin wieder ne ziemliche dünne Story haben mit dem Express höchstens.

6. Reena und Chiara werden ihre Freundschaft wohl auch weiter ausbauen. Reena wird wieder Ihr Organisationstalent unter Beweis stellen wollen. Chiara wird im Express wahrscheinlich auch wieder involviert sein.

7. Leon wird ganz schön damit zu kämpfen haben, dass Io weg ist und er alleine jetzt am Einstein ist. Kann mir vorstellen, dass Charlotte in motivieren will sich neue Freunde zu suchen aber ihm wird das wohl erstmal nicht so leicht fallen. Ich glaube auch zu dem, dass wenn Io zurück kommt sie mit Leon Schluss machen wird.

8. Mikka ist jetzt ohne Casper am Einstein, aber ich denke er wird keine Probleme haben Anschluss zu finden. Er wird sich auch an der Schatzsuche beteiligen in dem er im Share Space so nen Schatzsuchen Roboter oder sowas baut, haha. Kann mir auch gut vorstellen, dass er sich gut mit Tahmina verstehen wird.

9. Tahmina wird glaube ich eine sehr coole Rolle werden, viel Story mit ihrer Tante haben und vllt kommt es ja da auch noch zu einem Konflikt.

10. Simon ist glaube ich so eine gute Laune Rolle, die sich mit jedem verstehen will und überall dabei ist. Das er Hauser’s Liebling ist könnte sich für ihn eventuell auch als Nachteil erweisen.

11. Noah’s Story wird sich viel um Colin und seine Vergangenheit/Gefühlswelt drehen. Ich denke er wird eine richtige Charakterentwicklung durch machen, da durch das er Colin gehen gelassen hat und damit in der Staffel klar kommen muss. Bei der Schatzsuche kann ich ihn auch sehen in dem er ein Filmprojekt drüber macht oder so. Bin auch davon überzeugt, dass er sein Happy End mit Colin am Ende kriegen wird. Könnte mir auch vorstellen, dass vor allem Ava und auch Joel für ihn da sein werden.

12. Ava wird ja weiterhin auch wieder ne Story mit ihrem Bruder haben. Mal schauen was das auf sich hat.

Bei Reena wurde ja auch angekündigt, dass sie sich noch um den Schulgarten kümmern wird. Ich könnte mir vorstellen, dass sie das nur Chiara zuliebe macht (da Sirius ja nicht mehr da ist), dann allerdings feststellen muss dass sie einfach keinen grünen Daumen hat. Außerdem vermute ich, dass sie am Ende der Staffel noch eine Ausstiegsgeschichte bekommt, da Staffel 27 schon ihre fünfte Staffel ist.

[maria-koralle]

Kinderarmut

In einer Zeitschrift, die vorwiegend für Senioren gemacht wird, las ich vor einiger Zeit einen Artikel, in dem von einer Familie berichtet wurde, die ihren Lebensunterhalt von staatlichen Zuwendungen bestreitet. Vater und Mutter, seit längerer Zeit vergeblich auf Arbeitssuche, leben mit der kleinen Tochter von „Hartz Vier“. Mildtätige Senioren spendeten für das kleine Mädchen etwas Geld, damit dieses „angemessen gekleidet“ zur Schule gehen kann. Der letzte Satz des Berichtes war ein Zitat der Mutter, der mich fast umgehauen hat: „Wir sind so glücklich, dass wir unsere Tochter ein Kleid kaufen konnten, so dass sie bei der Schuleinführung nicht hinter den anderen Kindern zurückstehen muss.“ Ich war tief erschüttert und auch gerührt. Ja, so sind sie unsere Senioren: mildtätig und gut. Sie wissen, wie mies es Kindern ergehen kann, wenn der erste Eindruck nicht stimmt.

Vielleicht haben sie es gar am eigenen Leib erfahren müssen, wie es zu ihrer eigenen Einschulung war. Wenn sie vielleicht nicht im Chanel-Kostüm und mit einer Designer Schulmappe im Klassenraum auf den kargen Holzbänken saßen. Das war vielleicht früher so gewesen, mag jetzt manch einer einwenden, denn heute trägt kein Mensch mehr Chanel-Klamotten zu Schuleinführung. Dem ist zuzustimmen! Das moderne Kind von heute zieht Karl Lagerfeld an und Schuhe von Jette Joop! Und das geht nicht mit „Hartz Vier“. Da ist nichts von wegen Adidas und Puma beim Sportunterricht. Arme Eltern müssen auf runtergesetzte Deichmann-Schuhe zurückgreifen und auf die Aldi-Angebote warten. Seit ich diesen Artikel gelesen habe, fürchte ich, einen Psychologen aufsuchen zu müssen, denn der Bericht hat mir endgültig die Augen geöffnet und mir meine eigene schwere Kindheit deutlich gemacht. Der Grund für meine gelegentliche Schwermut steht wohl nun fest: Kinderarmut!

Ich hatte mich immer bemüht, Klassenbeste zu bleiben, weil ich die Schmach kompensieren musste, mit selbstgenähter Kleidung in die Schule zu gehen. Meine fleißige Mutter hatte sie in unzähligen Abendstunden auf einer alten Nähmaschine gefertigt. Es gab ein Paar Schuhe für den Winter und ein Paar für den Sommer und diese blauen Sportschuhe aus Stoff mit Gummisohlen. Unsere Armut war aber eigentlich noch viel schlimmer, als man sich vorstellen kann: Meine Eltern besaßen kein Auto, kein Motorrad und nicht mal ein Fahrrad! Wir wohnten im Hinterhof - in einer Zweiraumwohnung ohne Bad mit Außen-WC. Ofenheizung gab es nur im Wohnzimmer. Meine Lieblingsspielzeuge waren eine Stoffgiraffe, ein Malkasten mit Wasserfarben und eine von Papa selbstgebaute Puppenstube. Im Sommer hatte ich drei Holzkreisel und später, als ich etwa neun Jahre alt war, kamen ein Paar Rollschuhe dazu. Ich habe es nie überwunden, dass ich kein Dreirad besaß, von einem luftbereiften Roller ganz zu schweigen! In den Urlaub sind wir nur aller paar Jahre gefahren - mit der Eisenbahn. Zwölf Jahre meines Lebens musste ich auf das Fernsehen verzichten, denn wir besaßen kein solches Gerät. Den Radioapparat durfte ich nur unter strengster Aufsicht meines Vaters bedienen, und das erst, nachdem ich in die Schule gekommen war. Ich musste meine Pausen mit selbstgeschmierten Broten fristen, ganz ohne Schokoriegel! Schokolade gab es zu Weihnachten und zu Ostern. Derart verarmt musste ich also aufwachsen.

Deshalb fordere ich: Wir wollen keine Kinderarmut mehr in diesem Land! Jeder sollte die Patenschaft für ein armes Kind übernehmen! Für die einwandfreie Entwicklung eines jeden Kindes braucht es nicht viel: Ein eigenes Kinderzimmer mit Spielecke und einen Arbeitsplatz für die Schule! Damit es sich allerdings in der Gesellschaft behaupten kann, benötigt es einen Computer mit Internet-Anschluss , Flachbildschirm und CD- Brenner, eine große Auswahl an Videospielen, externe Festplatten zum Speichern der Lieblings-Serien, einen großen Flachbild - Fernseher, einen DVD - Player, ein eigenes Smartphone mit Flatrate, mit Freisprechanlage und Blue-Tooth. HIFI- Anlage, Videokamera, alle möglichen Musikinstrumente um auszuprobieren, welches zum Kind passt. Ballettunterricht, Reitunterricht, ein eigenes Pferd auf dem Land, diverse Sportangebote und eine immer bereite Mutter, die es zu den jeweiligen Aktivitäten begleitet. Das Bringen mit einem angemessenen Fahrzeug zur Schule und das Abholen von der Schule ist natürlich in ländlichen Gegenden, besonders aber in der Stadt, als selbstverständlich anzusehen. Einen hochmotivierten Nachhilfelehrer. Einen Personal-Trainer bei Moppelkindern. Einen Buggy, ein Dreirad, einen Roller, ein Fahrrad, ein Klappfahrrad für den Transport im Auto, ein BMX-Rad für den Freizeitsport, ein Schlauchboot, ein Faltboot, ein kleines Segelboot, mit sechzehn Jahren den Führerschein für Moped inklusive fahrbaren Untersatz, später einen PKW mit Allrad-Antrieb. Ausreichend Markenklamotten von Geburt an. Immer genügend Fast Food, am besten eine Dauerkarte für Mac. Doof. Unterschiedliche Sorten von Süßigkeiten, möglichst Fernsehbeworbene. Wöchentliche Kinobesuche, ein- bis zweimal monatlich Live-Konzertbesuche bei angesagten Teeneager-Idolen. Mehrmals jährlich Urlaubsreisen in den Ferien, besser: Individual-Angebote bei Fernzielen nutzen ( Abenteuer-Safaris mit Selbstfindungs-Kurs)! Gegen Ende der Schulausbildung mindestens ein bis zwei Jahre im Ausland ( USA, Frankreich) einplanen. Nur auf dieser Basis kann etwas aus unseren Kindern werden!

Wenn ich genau wüsste, wem ich die eigene Kinderarmut zu verdanken habe, ich würde ihn zur Rechenschaft zu ziehen. Ich denke dabei an eine Klage vor dem Bundesverfassungsgericht. Meine Eltern schließe ich davon allerdings aus. Sie haben mir alles gegeben, was sie hatten: ihre Wärme, ihre Herzlichkeit, ihre Musikalität, ihre Fantasie, ihren Humor, ihre Ehrlichkeit, ihre Freude, ihre Zeit und ihre bedingungslose Liebe.

[korrektheiten]

Karl Lauterbachs Liebling schwächelt in der Praxis

Tichy:»Eine Grundregel des Journalismus lautet: Fragen immer so stellen, dass Politiker und andere Verantwortliche sich nicht rausquatschen können, ohne ihr Gesicht zu verlieren. So will TE wissen, wie viele Gesundheitskioske es gibt. Eine Zahl, die das Gesundheitsministerium wissen müsste, hat doch ihr Chef Karl Lauterbach (SPD) vergangenen Sommer unter handelsüblichem Medien-Trara angekündigt, es werde bald Der Beitrag Karl Lauterbachs Liebling schwächelt in der Praxis erschien zuerst auf Tichys Einblick. http://dlvr.it/SqLjrN «

[adelleandlaura4ever]

Smile

You know that I'm a crazy bitch

I do what I want when I feel like it

All I wanna do is lose control (oh, oh)

But you don't really give a shit

You go with it, go with it, go with it

'Cause you're fucking crazy rock n' roll

.

You said hey

What's your name

It took one look

And now I'm not the same

Yeah you said hey

And since that day

You stole my heart

And you're the one to blame

.

Yeah, and that's why I smile

It's been a while

Since every day and everything has

Felt this right

And now you turn it all around

And suddenly you're all I need

.

The reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

.

Last night I blacked out I think

What did you, what did you put in my drink

I remember making out and then (oh, oh)

I woke up with a new tattoo

Your name was on me and my name was on you

I would do it all over again

.

You said hey (hey)

What's your name (what's your name)

It took one look

And now I'm not the same

Yeah you said hey (hey)

Since that day (since that day)

You stole my heart

And you're the one to blame

.

Yeah, and that's why I smile

It's been a while

Since every day and everything has

Felt this right

And now you turn it all around

And suddenly you're all I need

.

The reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

The reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

.

You know that I'm a crazy bitch

I do what I want when I feel like it

All I wanna do is lose control

You know that I'm a crazy bitch

I do what I want when I feel like it

All I wanna do is lose control

.

Yeah, and that's why I smile

It's been a while

Since every day and everything has

Felt this right

And now you turn it all around

And suddenly you're all I need

.

The reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

The reason, the reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

.

The reason why

I, I, I, I smile, oh oh oh

.

(Written by Avril Lavigne, Johan Karl Schuster, Max Martin)

❤️😁❤️😍❤️😁❤️😍❤️

My sweet Liebling!!

Ooooh You make me smile!

All I want to do is lose control with You!

All the crazy fun we’ve had,

Amazing intimate moments,

Tender hugs… passionate kisses!

You are the reason I smile!

I have never known someone so beautiful and fun!

You are the most wonderful woman in the world!

I Love You Deeply, Laura❤️❤️❤️

@dreamiingofher

@adelleandlaura4ever

[xarva]

Erstmal danke für deine Kommentare zu meinen Kommentaren 🥹💕

Jetzt kurz der Kommentar zum Kommentar zu Kommentar:

das mit dem Bär is killing me haha

Ich finde tkkg sollte in "einer für alle, alle für einen" Manier alle Mal zur Therapie 🤭

Wann endlich TKKG Folge 230:"Ausbruch aus dem Jugendknast"?

das Glockners sich mehr Kinder gewünscht hätten kann ich mir echt gut vorstellen, I am adopting that hc 🤌

Und hier ein paar meiner hcs;

Gaby ist so ein Mensch, der nicht bei Stille schlafen kann und deshalb Hörspiele zum Einschlafen hört. Wenn Tim bei Gaby übernachtet murrt er nicht darüber, aber er ist insgeheim richtig abgefuckt davon immer wieder die gleiche Bibi&Tina Folge hören zu müssen

Tim hat voll den Stahlschädel und es ist inzwischen ein running Gag. Herr Glockner ist immer mega besorgt wenn Tim was auf den Deckel bekommen hat, aber bisher hat der Junge nicht eine einzige Gehirnerschütterung davongetragen.

Willi interessiert sich fürs Tanzen, traut sich aber (noch?) nicht, sich Mal für einen Kurs anzumelden

Gaby bekommt mit 15/16 ein rotes Mofa und die Jungs sind alle neidisch

Klößchen schwört auf Crocs und hat Zuhause in der Sauerlich Villa sogar mehrere unterschiedliche Paare (sehr zur Belustigung/Missfallen von TKG)

für eine Weile haben Karl und Tim fast immer abwechselnd Wachstumsschübe, so dass es alle paar Monate spannend ist, wer momentan größer ist

Karl kennt so richtig random Leute, da er durch Schachclub, Kunstkundeverein und allgemein an der Uni seines Vaters viel Kontakt mit älteren Leuten hat (what do you mean du kennst den neuen Geschichtslehrer schon seit drei Jahren und bist auf first name basis???)

Gaby fällt es überraschend schwer, langwierige enge Freundinnen außerhalb von tkkg zu finden. Viele Mitschülerinnen suchen ihre Nähe, weil sie nett und beliebt ist, aber verlieren schnell das Interesse, weil Gaby viel mit TKKG und ihren Hobbys beschäftigt ist. (Deshalb hat sie auch jede Folge ne neue bff)

Klößchen kann blöde Kommentare wegen seines Gewichts eigentlich immer schlagkräftig entgegnen und ein bisschen aufziehen unter Freunden stört ihn auch nicht, aber manchmal nervt es ihn doch echt. Gerade zu Beginn seiner Freundschaft mit TKG kann er Grenzen was das angeht noch nicht so gut kommunizieren :(. Aber der Rest der Bande does apologize in time and they geht better.

all the tkkg kids are traumatised von manchen Fällen, aber sie haben unterschiedliche lieblings coping mechanismen:

Tim verdrängt einfach alles/lässt seine Wut beim Sport raus

Klößchen isst und macht Witze über traumatische Erlebnisse die TKKG widerfahren sind

Gaby versucht sich abzulenken mit ihren Hobbys und vermeidet an das Erlebte zu denken

Karl intellektualisiert seine Gefühle und informiert sich exzessiv über alles was mit dem Erlebten zusammenhängt

Aber sie lernen mit der Zeit auch besser damit umzugehen und einander zu unterstützen. Außerdem werden sich irgendwann auch die Erwachsenen in ihrem Umfeld gewahr, dass nicht alles spurlos an den Kids vorbeigeht und sind bemüht, (auch professionelle) Hilfe anzubieten.

Zu den tkkg Eltern habe ich sogar wip Steckbriefe, eines Tages dropt dazu ein eigener elaborate Post. Aber weil ich heute erst wieder Skelletbande gehört habe, meine Vierstein hcs;

Frau Vierstein hatte nach ihrer Schwangerschaft sehr lange, unbehandelte Postpartum Depressionen und hat deswegen auch für den Großteil Karls Kindheit nicht gearbeitet. Der Wiedereinstieg in die Forschung war ihr danach nicht möglich. Inzwischen ist sie als Apothekerin tätig.

Konfliktpunkte sind, dass Albert sich wegen seiner Professor allgemein wenig Zeit für die Familie nimmt und auch Karl wenig Zuhause ist. Im Gegenzug hat Elisabeth das Gefühl ihre Karriere, im Gegensatz zu ihrem Mann, zu Gunsten ihrer Familie aufgegeben zu haben. (Deshalb auch dieser Trip in die Skelletbande)

Meanwhile will Prof Vierstein einfach nur coole Sachen erforschen (relatable😖)

In den überarbeiteten Tkkg Büchern betrügt Karls Vater sogar canonically seine Frau mit seiner Sekretärin, aber es wird danach never mentioned again afaik??? 👁️👄👁️

Aber auch die Sauerlichs; wenn ich Wind davon bekommen würde, dass mein Mann (und mein Sohn) mich jahrelang belogen hat, anstatt ehrlich einen Kompromiss zu suchen was unsere unterschiedlichen Lebensstile angeht... I would divorce immediatly 🫢💀

Tell me some of your tkkg headcanons If you wanna :)

Aaah thank you for this ask 🥹🥹 I have literally so many thoughts… some cute, some angsty

Gaby und Karl waren zunächst miteinander befreundet, bevor Tim und Klösschen zu der Gruppe kamen. Gaby ist für mich auch so die Art von Person, die mit den Neuen/Stillen redet, damit sie sich nicht so allein fühlen

Klösschen und Tim sind seit sie 12 sind im gleichen Internatszimmer. Sie sticheln einander immer damit, dass sie bei ihrem ersten Treffen Scheiss Frisuren hatten (was true ist)

Kommissar Glockner hat ein angespanntes Verhältnis zu seinen Eltern (deshalb kommen sie auch nie vor). Er hat sich immer geschworen, ein besserer Vater für Gaby zu sein, als sein Vater es für ihn war.

Klösschen und Gaby suchten zusammen Serien (bevorzugt so was Schnulziges) und reden dann über ihre Theorien. Karl und Tim basteln derweil sehr gerne miteinander an so Modellflugzeugen oder elektrischem Zeugs.

Karl und Klösschen spielen manchmal D&D mit ein paar anderen Mitschülern. Klösschen ist sogar mal DM und schickt seine Truppe auf ein so legendäres Abenteuer, dass die anderen noch lange darüber reden.

Klösschens Bester (und einziger :( ) Freund in Kindertagen war der Chauffeur Georg. Klösschen wurde recht oft von anderen Kindern gehänselt oder ausgenutzt. Georg ist insgeheim sehr froh, dass er mittlerweile coolere Freunde gefunden hat.

Apropos Georg: Der bringt Klösschen einfach mit 14 Auto fahren bei ( @xarva dieser Headcanon ist deine Schuld)

Tim hat etwas einen Helferkomplex, weil er sich nie wieder so hilflos und schwach fühlen möchte, wie damals, als sein Vater gestorben ist. Seine Mutter hatte damals eine besonders schwere Zeit und Tim musste gewissermassen seine eigene Trauer zur Seite schieben, um ihr beizustehen. Deshalb hat er den Tod des Vaters eigentlich auch nie wirklich aufgearbeitet.

Karl ist die Art von Person, die einfach nix sagt, wenn was grosses im Leben passiert (Was du bist gerade in Amerika??? Brudi warum sagst du mir nichts davon???)

Nur Klösschen hat musikalisch was drauf. Die anderen drei sind richtig scheisse

Tim und Klösschen haben mal eine Wette verloren und können jetzt Angel of Music aus das Phantom der Oper als Duett (schlecht) singen. Beide beschweren sich, dass das in ihrem Kopf Platz wegnimmt

Gaby schneidet Tim die Haare

Gaby liebt Horrorfilme, besonders paychologische. Die Jungs dagegen schauen sie nur ihr zuliebe (und erschrecken sich)

Klösschen bringt Tim bei, wie man Walzer tanzt, damit der mit Gaby an einer Feier tanzen kann (Klösschen bringt auch Karl tanzen bei, aber erst viel später und es ist auch romantischer…)

Karl hat ein geheimes Büchlein mit Erinnerungsstücken an ihre Fälle, mit Fotos, Krims Krams und so. Er hat Angst, dass ihn sein Gedächtnis mal im Stich lässt und er will sich unbedingt immer an seine Freunde erinnern können.

Tim bringt Gaby basic Judo und Selbstverteidigungssachen bei. Sie verpasst ihm aus Versehen einen Tritt ans Schienbein, der ihn zwei Tage humpeln lässt (sie spielt ja Fussball RIP)

Die vier werden mal bei einem Fall aus Versehen verdächtigt, verhaftet und aufs Polizeipräsidium gebracht. Wespe lacht sie erst einmal fünf Minuten aus (und tut zuerst so, als ob er sie nicht kennen würde, was die vier richtig frustriert)

Wespe und Schalavsky sind in der Zukunft verschwägert. Wespe nervt Schalavsky dann immer auf Familienfeiern mit irgendwelchen Diskussionen. Schalavskys Ehemann findet es witzig, wie Schalavsky sich aufregen kann.

Tims Mutter heiratet ihren Freund und Tim bekommt zwei Halbgeschwister :) (He has big brother energy, I am not getting tired of saying that!)

Danke nochmals für die Ask, das waren ungeordnete Gedanken lol

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 1. Chimney Soot | Hans/Reader

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Being in a relationship with Hans Gruber wasn’t easy. You often went long periods of time without seeing him as he’d be off pulling some heist somewhere, and sometimes he had to go into hiding too, to evade the authorities. But he always came back to you in the end.

His next heist was in America, and to your upset he apparently had to do it on Christmas Eve, meaning he’d miss Christmas Day with you. To make up for it, the two of you planned to have your own Christmas a week earlier.

The only problem was, he wasn’t home yet. You fell asleep expecting to wake up in his arms, but he was nowhere to be seen. You waited, and waited, and by noon you were sulking.

He finally arrived at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, his coat covered in flakes of snow and his very grumpy partner sitting on the couch, drinking mulled wine and feeling sorry for yourself.

“[Y/n], I am so sorry I’m late,” Hans said, brushing the snow from his coat before hanging it up. “Karl set off an alarm like a novice, so we had to lay low for a while. But I’m here now and I’m so glad to be home with you, liebling.”

You folded your arms and gave him your best death stare, but it was hard to maintain it when he just looked so dashingly handsome in his Armani suit.

“I’ve spent all day alone!” you complained. “If you were in such trouble, why is your suit still so impeccable, hm? I find it hard to believe you’ve been running around hiding from dei Polizei without even a speck of dust on your sleeve!”

Hans looked down at his suit, as if he were surprised to see he was still wearing it.

“I’m sorry, liebling. You’re right - hang on.” He knelt down next to the fire, which had almost died down by now, and scooped up a handful of soot, then smeared it on his clothes. “Is that better?”

“Hans!” you protested. “You love that suit!”

“Ah, but I love you more, liebling. And if you want me dirty, I shall be dirty.”

You rolled your eyes and put your glass of wine back on the coffee table, then knelt down next to Hans and started trying to dust him off.

“That’s not the kind of dirty I like you to be and you know it, silly man. Damn - it’s not coming off. You’ll have to take the clothes off instead.”

“Oh, how dreary,” Hans replied sarcastically. “Very well, if you insist.”

He pulled the jacket from his shoulders, then loosened his tie and that too was off, quickly followed by his shirt. Then, he scooped up even more soot, and ‘accidentally’ dropped it on your clothing too.

“Oh, no, what a shame! Your jumper will have to come off too.”

You sighed at his antics, but you both knew you secretly enjoyed it, so your jumper came off, followed by the t-shirt you were wearing underneath.

“There was no soot on your t-shirt, [Y/n],” Hans remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“I know,” you smirked. “I just thought you might feel more comfortable if I’m as naked as you are.”

“Ah, liebling, you are a cheeky minx. And that is what I love so dearly about you.”

Hans leaned forward to kiss you, and as his lips connected with yours, all your frustrations at him melted away. He loved you, and his tardiness aside, still he came home to you for your own little Christmas. That was all that mattered.

[nyxonlive]

"strolling through the city" hcs

❣ contains cc! dream, cc! george, cc! wilbur, cc! karl, cc! quackity, cc! niki ❀ genre: fluff

☻ dream ☻ ❥ would hold your hand 100% of the time ❥ both of you would just talk about random things, laughing in the process ❥ if it's cold out and you forgot to bring a jacket he would probably give his hoodie or would take your hands into his ❥ forehead kisses or he would kiss the top of your head ❥ "have I ever told you how beautiful you are today?"

✩ george ✩ ❥ you would beg him to wear his glasses from time to time because he looks good in it ❥ intertwines his pinky with yours ❥ if a fan recognized him and wanted to take a picture he would kindly disagree saying you both are on a small date ❥ gives you head pats and hugs! ❥ " you look so cute today, my love'

♪ wilbur ♪ ❥ would hold your waist while you guys are talking about music or basic things ❥ if he brings his guitar you two would just sit on a bench or a spot where he would play and you would just sing ❥ if a fan comes up he will only agree if you're comfortable with it ❥ kisses your temples and kiss the back of your head! ❥ "how can someone be this beautiful?"

✦ karl ✦ ❥ walks with him would just be so peaceful (or chaotic depending on your mood) ❥ would hold your hand or hug your sides! ❥ he would take a picture if a fan ask for it but will ask you if you're fine with it ❥ random kisses in parts of your face but will normally kiss your hand ❥ "god you're so beautiful love"

☀ quackity ☀ ❥ would hold your hand or would hold your waist ❥ chaotic walks 100% both of you would just be doing chaotic shit in the streets avoiding the cops ❥ would kiss your temple most of the time ❥ if the walk was peaceful and quiet you guys would just talk about the future and how lucky you are with each other ❥ "mi amor how can you be this beautiful and kind at the same time?"

♡ niki ♡ ❥ walks with her would be the cutest ❥ you guys would hold each others hands happily talking about things ❥ you would kiss her cheeks and hand while she kisses yours! ❥  matching outfits! ❥ "liebling you look so pretty."

[theoniprince]

Was war/ist wohl seine Lieblingsfarbe? Rot - everbody's darling oder gar Weiß? 8D

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Karl learning you speak German the hard way

Author's note: I took German in highschool and college so I'm rusty at German so I had to look up a few things. If they're not correct, sorry, send me the proper thing and I'll fix it.

Part 2

Edit: everything has been fixed, anything that's not right has most likely been left on purpose. Thank you for the fixes @sweetwizardheart

The first week of knowing Karl

Karl: I asked for the fucking Phillips head not the flat head! *Throws the screw driver across the room*

You: *yelps in surprise*

Karl: *grumbles* Du bist für nichts zu gebrauchen (you are useless)

You: I'm sorry, I'm still learning please be patient with me. *Gets the proper screw driver and puts the one he threw back in it's original spot*

A month later

You: I made sandwiches for lunch! *hands him his plate*

Karl: *takes a big bite* es ist lecker, mein Schatz (it's delicious, my treasure)

You: *stares at him for a second*

Karl: it's alright

You: oh wonderful

Three months later

You and Karl: *on the couch in front of a flaming trash can, cuddling for warmth*

Karl: *his arm around you, and his hand running up and down your arm* (y/n)

You: *looks up at him* yes?

Karl: ich liebe dich, Schöne (I love you, beautiful)

You: *genuinely surprised* what?

Karl: it's nothing forget I said anything

Six month later

You: *infinitely more comfortable with Karl* I take it you'll need the eight millimeter wrench?

Karl: *on a rolling board under a machine* no, the ten millimeter

You: *hands him the wrench but drops it*

Karl: Arschgeige! (Literally means ass violin, but it's a rude outdated way of saying someone is an asshole)

You: *slams your foot down on the rolling creeper, right between his thighs, his testicles practically on your toes, and you pull him out from under the machine* Pass auf, Junge. (Means "watch out, boy" but in this case it's used as a warning)

Karl: Du kannst Deutsch! (You can speak German)

You: die ganze zeit (the entire time) *pushes him back under the machine and leaves*

Karl: *scrambling to get out from under the machine* wait! Warte! Liebling komm zurück! (Wait, darling, come back!)

You: *already in the elevator*

Duke: *hears Karl running after you and is absolutely delighted by the drama* oh my, what's going on?

You: Karl's a dick *exits the elevator on the top floor*

Karl: *floats up on a gear* where is (y/n)?

Duke: what did you do, I don't think I've ever seen them this mad before

Karl: I've been speaking my mind out loud in German, and it turns out they speak it as well.

Duke: I can sell you a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne for three thousand lei

Karl: *sighs and reaches for his wallet* make it three bottles, and do you have any condoms

Duke: getting a little a head of yourself, don't you think?

Karl: do you have em or not?

Duke: yes *gives him the goods* good luck Lord Heisenberg. It's best to just apologize for whatever you did

Karl: yeah yeah, thank you.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

This Woman's Work Part V

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part VI

“Come on,” you say, coaxing your daughter closer to your breast. ‘You’re almost there.”

It has been one week since Ecaterina Luminita Dimitrescu was born into the world. There have been many sleepless nights, but you and your wife could not be more in love with your newborn child. The biggest challenge so far has been feeding your child. When Ecaterina is hungry, she naturally gravitates towards Alcina. Alcina has been nursing the child for the past couple days while you figure out a way to get her to latch on to you.

Alcina moves the child closer to your nipple and Ecaterina finally latches on, gurgling contentedly.

Your wife looks over at you and gives you a radiant smile. “What did I tell you, draga mea? I knew she would take to you eventually.”

You smile back at her. Alcina is lying on her side in the bed while you nurse and stroking your baby’s head. Ecaterina’s eyes meet yours and you are startled by the striking gold that is mirrored in your wife’s eyes.

“Sometimes I can’t believe she’s real,” Alcina murmurs. “Mother Miranda has truly blessed us indeed.”

You try not to sigh in exasperation as Alcina mentions Mother Miranda. Yes, finding out that Ecaterina had both you and your wife’s genetic material was a very pleasant surprise, but you can’t help but feel that Miranda has a hidden agenda. Heisenberg’s words from a couple months back echo in your head: “I’ve known Mother Miranda for years. She can be very manipulative and conniving.”

“When she grows up she’s going to be gorgeous.” Alcina’s voice breaks you from your reverie. Her golden eyes are shining with maternal pride. “She’ll leave a trail of brokenhearted women in her wake.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Or men,” you counter. “Or any gender for that matter.”

Alcina gives a lighthearted shrug. “Whatever you say, dearest.” She leans over and kisses your forehead. “I am so excited to start this new adventure with you, my love,” she murmurs against your hair.

Suddenly the door opens wide and Heisenberg strolls in. “Alright, where is she? Where’s my new goddaugh- OH SHIT!”

Heisenberg immediately turns around and while he’s trying to block it with his hat and upturned collar you can see his face has turned the exact shade of red as Alcina’s lipstick.

“If, uh, now’s not a good time, I can, um, come back later. I mean-” Heisenberg sputters. You’ve never seen him so flustered.

“Oh grow up, Heisenberg,” Alcina drawls, her lips curled in a sneer. “It’s like you’ve never seen someone breastfeed before. It’s all perfectly natural.”

You place a placating hand on Alcina’s shoulder. “Leave him be, darling. Karl, you can come in. No need to be bashful. I think Ecaterina’s had her fill anyway.”

Alcina gently takes Ecaterina away from your breast and you bottom your nightgown back up. Heisenberg heads over to the side of the bed where Alcina is. He holds out his hands. “May I?”

Alcina begrudgingly hands the child over to Heisenberg. Before she lets go, she leans in and hisses, “Drop her and I will slice you to shreds.”

Heisenberg ignores her and bounces the child experimentally in his arms. “Hi there, liebling.” He takes off his sunglasses and whistles through his teeth. “Well, I’ll be damned. She really does have your eyes, Alcina.”

Even coming from Heisenberg, Alcina can’t help but swell with pride at the compliment. Of course that quickly deflates when Heisenberg adds, “It’s lucky that she got the rest of her looks from her other mom or she’d never get any dates.”

Aclina huffs, “Alright, we’ve let you see your goddaughter. Now if you’ve nothing better to do, the door is right there.”

“What, and miss out on giving Ecaterina her presents?”

You perk up. “Presents?”

“Yup!” Heisenberg hands you Ecaterina back and heads back over to the door. When he comes back he is rolling something that is covered in a large sheet. “The other Lords and I got together and whipped up something special for you. Wanna do the honors, hon?”

You nod eagerly and take the sheet off. You gasp. Underneath the sheet is a beautiful pram, with white lace covering the hood and a satin interior. “Donna and I put this together for you. And for Mama Redwood-” He pulls the handle of the pram up and with surprise you note that it can go almost past his head. “An adjustable handle!” When he sees your softened expression, he adds gruffly, “Er that last bit was Donna’s idea. I had nothing to do with it.”

You take Alcina’s hand in yours. “I don’t know what to say, Karl,” you say, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m touched. We’re both very grateful, aren’t we dear?”

Aclina sets her jaw and turns her head away.

You gently elbow her in the ribs. “Aren’t we, dear?” you repeat, jerking your head in his direction. Say thank you, you mouth to her.

“Yes,” Alcina says stiffly through clenched teeth. “Th-Thank you, Heisenberg.”

Suddenly Alcina leans forward, inspecting the pram more closely. “I say, what is that green thing hanging over the hood?”

“Oh,” Heisenberg heads over to the pram and flicks the object. ”Moreau wanted in on this too. It’s just a plush worm. Something for the kid to play with when she gets bored.”

Alcina nods but also takes something out from the pram. It’s a loop of rawhide with a horn strung around it. It’s not very attractive looking.

“Oh yeah,” Heisenberg said. “Angie also wanted to be included. That’s a cornicello, said to protect nursing mothers and babies from the malocchio.”

Alcina nods again and puts the talisman away. Heisenberg adds, “Oh yeah, and Angie says if you don’t put the necklace on her, she’ll give you the malocchio herself.”

Your wife immediately opens the drawer she had put the cornicello in and puts it around Ecaterina’s neck. “Look at the pretty necklace Auntie Angie gave you!” Alcina coos to your daughter.

You laugh, but Angie’s Sicilian curses were no joke. One time when Alcina had accidentally almost stepped on her, Angie had cursed Alcina to hit her head on every doorway she walked through. It was a solid month before your wife caved and begged her to take the curse off.

“Well, if that’s everything, I’ll be out of your hair,” Heisenberg announces, heading to the door.

“All right. Thank you again, Karl!” you call as the door closes behind him.

Heisenberg hadn’t left for two seconds before your daughters materialized in the room. Bela looks around. “Is Uncle Karl still here?”

“No, you just missed him, dearest,” you say as you set to work on burping the baby. “Did you want to speak with him?”

“No, we just wanted to say hi,” Bela walks over to the bed and holds out a finger. Ecaterina wraps her chubby hand around it. “Cassandra and I are about to head out on our hunt.”

You nod, but then realize something. “Isn’t Daniela coming with you?”

“No,” Cassandra says, crossing her arms. “She’s holed up in the library. She’s been in a funky mood for the past couple days and not really fun to be around.”

“I see.” You take Ecaterina and place her in your wife’s arms. “Do you mind taking over for me? I want to check on Daniela.”

“Of course, dearest.” Alcina leans over and places a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

You drop a kiss on Ecaterina’s head, wave goodbye to your other daughters as they embark on their hunt, and set off to find Daniela.

[wosollichsonsthin]

Dinge können sich verändern, Karl.

@albvrich kannst du mich mal wieder treten? Biddö?