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hollandbaby · 6 years ago

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honey whiskey - shawn mendes

a/n: first fic i’ve written in a while. sorry I’m a little rusty. uh this is like 4.9k words which is the longest thing i’ve ever written? also there’ll be a part two!! i never thought i’d be much of a series writer but, hey, i guess uni has changed me

warnings: swearing, sexual references, some sexual harassment language

The run up to Christmas means that bars are getting a lot busier; people meeting up for business before they get too busy with family priorities, friends meeting up for drinks and planning gift giving, even some couples just wanting a nice night out before they’re completely flooded with responsibilities to buy presents for the ‘obnoxious mother’ or ‘uptight uncle’. That’s how you find yourself now; pouring shots, pulling pints, swept off your feet as the bar fills up with people. Your manager, John, is helping you along with your coworkers, it’s truly all hands on deck in this situation.

“Fucking hell, I wish people would choose somewhere else to go for christmas cocktails,” your colleague Katie says to you as she stands beside you, shaking a cocktail shaker as you pour some Jäger bombs. You laugh at her attitude, wishing the exact same thing. You’ve been working since 3PM and your bar doesn’t close til 1, meaning you won’t be home til about 2AM.

“You and me both, but nowhere else has absolutely delicious Christmas cocktails,” you laugh, sending her a wink.

“Ugh! It’s so annoying though, I hate this time of year,” she sighs, pouring the cocktail into a glass. You put the shots onto a tray, laughing as you walk over to the front of the bar.

“You’re such a Scrooge, Katie.” You laugh, walking past her to continue serving your customers. You feel overwhelmed with the amount of people who are at the bar in comparison to the people who are behind it - there’s only 4 of you. That is, until John comes round the front of the bar with a guy you don’t know, but recognise. He’s wearing a denim jacket, some black jeans and black boots and god he’s tall, and so handsome. His silky curls are messy on his head, his jawline is sharp and his smile may be the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. His cheeks are rosy, possibly from the cold weather outside.

“Everybody, this is Shawn,” John shouts to you all, trying to be heard over the commotion that is the customers and music. “He’s gonna be helping us out this evening!” A chorus of ‘hey’s and ‘hello’s follow John’s statement, he and Shawn immediately get to work as you continue your own work

“Shawn is so fucking hot,” Katie says as she comes over to you, taking a bottle of beer out of the fridge and popping the cap open. You laugh at her, “I’m serious, dude! Look at him!”

“Yeah, Katie, I’m not blind. But I don’t think Sam would be too happy about you drooling over someone else,” you nudge her.

“Oh she won’t care! She trusts and loves me. Besides, I was thinking more for you,” she chuckles, lowering her voice as she notices Shawn approaching your end of the bar, retrieving a bottle of beer from the fridge. He flashes you both a smile, saying a small ‘hey’ as he does so. Katie laughs at your reaction, you mumble a quick and squeaky ‘hello’ before turning to continue serving your customers. You can’t help but cringe at yourself, you’re not usually so baffled by attractive men but Shawn is so different.

As the night goes on, people start getting more drunk, and making requests. You have a laptop behind the bar controlling the music, and it isn’t until Lost In Japan begins playing over the speakers that you finally realise why you recognise Shawn. He’s in the corner with John, pouring shots and laughing along with him, John teasing him for the amount of girls dancing around and throwing themselves over the bar. “Katie!” You yell to her, trying to get her attention even though she’s pulling some pints for customers. You rush over to her, temporarily forgetting the gin and tonic that you’re pouring and telling her; “Katie, this is Shawn’s song!” She looks at you and laughs, looking behind you to see Shawn bopping along to the music.

“Holy shit! I thought I recognised him, but I didn’t realise that was him. Sam is gonna freak when I tell her!” She shouts excitedly, almost spilling the pint she was pouring. You laugh with her, before she turns to you and says “you should seriously go talk to him, babe.” You laugh even harder, saying “yeah, right, as if he’d ever talk to me!” Before returning to your almost forgotten drink.

Throughout the night, you catch a lot of glimpses at Shawn. You almost always catch him smiling, and his smile is so infectious, you find yourself smiling as you shake your head and attempt to concentrate on what you’re doing. You go over to a customer with the card machine, asking for them to insert their card and enter their pin. However, the card is declined, leaving you with the unfortunate task of telling them that their card has been declined and to try again. After 3 attempts, her card is still being temperamental, and you can see she’s getting angry.

“I’m really sorry, ma’am, but your card is still being declined. Do you have any cash or another card, perhaps?”

“No, I don’t have another card or any cash. Can you just try it again?” She snaps at you, clearly annoyed and drunk.

“I’m sorry, I’ve tried your card 4 times now and it’s still being declined.” You say politely, even though your heart is beating in your chest and you feel like crying. The next thing you know, Shawn is beside you, gracing you with his warmth and your breath hitches in your throat.

“Hey, honey, is there a problem? John asked me to come see what’s up,” his hand subconsciously resting on your back gently.

“Oh, uh, this lady’s card keeps being declined-“

“I told her to try again, but she’s being useless. Shawn, would you be able to help?” Her finger twirls a strand of hair and she pushes her cleavage up, clearly flirting with him. You don’t blame her, he is gorgeous. But your focus was on how she called you ‘useless’.

“Y/N isn’t useless at all. In fact, she’s doing an amazing job considering how busy it is in here. I think you should apologise.” He says, making heat rush to your face. You’re flattered that he’d even notice you’re working hard.

“Well, I’m sorry. For snapping about my card. Uh, I’ll contact my bank and see what the problem is. Forget the drinks for now, thanks.” She says before walking away almost bashfully. You turn to him, and see he’s already smiling down at you.

“Thank you, for helping me out,” you say, your attention on Shawn now. You notice that John and Katie are both serving the last two people waiting, so your undivided attention goes to Shawn.

“No problem, she was a bitch anyway,” he laughs and god it’s a beautiful laugh.

“You should see what it’s like when someone gets really angry at me. It can be a lot worse than how she acted.” You chuckle, trying to laugh off the situation.

“It’s not fair that you get treated so badly,” he says, smile replaces with a look of concern for you. You grab a cloth and some spray, wiping down the counter before taking some of the glasses through to the glass wash. Shawn follows you, grabbing some glasses from off the counter. He helps you load the tray, the close proximity meaning you can smell his cologne; a musky smell which is so enticing. “So, what’s it like working here constantly?” He asks, as he passes you some more dirty glasses to put in the wash.

“You really wanna know? It’s uh, hard at times. There are always drunk people who can either be overly nice or overly ... disgusting.” You let out a breathy laugh, it’s insincere and Shawn can tell.

“Disgusting how?” He knows what you’re talking about. He’s never been to a bar or club where the pretty girl behind the bar isn’t hit on, or talked about extremely sexually. It infuriated him.

“Disgusting like ‘let me see your tits’, and that’s not even the worst of it.” You feel shy telling him this, for some reason. You’d met the dude a couple hours ago when he offered to help - which Katie pointed out was ‘super generous of him’ and winked at you - but you felt so comfortable around him already.

“God, that-that’s fuckin’ horrible, I’m sorry people are like that, honey.” He hates it, hates that he can’t help you, hates that he can’t protect you from disgusting people.

“Anyway, how’s your career? I hear you play music sometimes?” You chuckle, lightening the mood. Shawn could talk for hours about his music, it’s the only constant in his life. He’s fulfilling his dream, he’s got a lot of love and support behind him and god he could talk for hours.

“Yeah, I sing occasionally. I’m not that good though.” He laughs along with you, and he loves your laugh.

“Shut up! You know you’re good, Mendes.” And it’s true. He knows he has talent, he knows he puts a lot of work into his music, he works so hard for it, and he knows he’s good. But when you tell him he’s good, he can’t help but smile and he can’t help the rush of blood that covers his cheeks, making them rosy. He’s just glad the lights are dim enough out in the back that you haven’t noticed he’s blushing. Before he can respond, Katie comes out the back telling you they’re about to call last orders.

“Jesus, is it already 1 already? Fuck,” you run a hand through your hair, tying it up before preparing yourself to go back out behind the bar to serve the last rush of people for the evening.

“God, time flies when you’re having fun, eh?” Shawn says, a hand running nervously through his own curls. He doesn’t want the night to end, he’d only just started talking to you and he didn’t want to ever stop.

“Wow, you sounded so Canadian then,” you chuckle, before serving a customer. He smiles at you, but you don’t see.

As the atmosphere dies down, with people slowly making their way out of the bar and heading home, you and Katie clean the bar whilst John and Shawn scoot the last remaining people out. It proves difficult for Shawn as a lot of the girls want pictures, and he’s just too damn nice to say no. You can’t help but smile at how kind he is, stopping to take a photo with everyone even though he’s clearly ready to go home and they’re all clearly drunk. “So, how is lover boy?” Katie asks as she takes the nozzles off of the pint levers, ready to clean them.

“Katie,” you whine, annoyed that she keeps insinuating you and Shawn are already dating. “You know he could probably get anyone he wanted, why the fuck would he want to date me?”

“Dude you’re hot as shit for a start, and second, that shit doesn’t matter. He likes you, I can tell,” she continues scrubbing the bar as you unload some clean glasses from the tray. You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating what she’s saying. Does she really think he likes you? How do you go up to him and ask him out without looking like an idiot if you’re rejected? You weren’t usually so bashful or shy about talking to attractive people, but Shawn truly is something else. You look up, before turning to move the tray out into the back, and catch Shawn’s hazel eyes. He looks so pretty under the light, his jacket long forgotten after the rush of business, his crimson shirt unbuttoned more than before, creating a slightly disheveled look. But, fuck, he looks hot. He catches your eye, giving you a dazzling smile before he has to take another picture with someone. You send him a small wave before going out into the back, loading trays of dirty glasses into the wash. John returns behind the bar with Shawn, announcing that he’d offered to help close down and clear up, but John had to get home due to his early morning start. “Alright, buddy, you’re in perfectly capable hands here. Call me if you guys need anything, thank you all for your help tonight!”

“So, what can I do to help?” Shawn asks, leaning on the bar. You can see his broad chest, his rosy cheeks and his hands. His curly hair is slightly sweaty, and you can’t help the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You could sweep the floor for us, please?” You ask, and Shawn smiles at you, nodding his head as you go to retrieve the dustpan and broom. “We usually sweep and mop the floor behind the bar last as it’s always dirtier.” You send him a small smile, and as you pass him the broom your hands gently scrapes against his, and you feel so cliché and stupid for the rush of electricity shooting up your arm, causing goosebumps to form and the hair to stand up. Shawn smiles at you again, and you wonder if he realises how he’s affecting you. Katie waltzes over to you, box of beer from out the back to put in the fridges, chanting a quiet ‘y/n likes Shawn’ causing you to turn and gently slap the back of her head.

“‘The fuck was that for?” She laughs, knowing damn well she’s winding you the hell up.

“You gotta be quiet, man, he could fuckin’ hear you. Besides, I barely know the guy-“

“Which is exactly why you should get his number! Start texting, then ask to meet up for a coffee or something!” She interrupts, squatting down to stock the fridge. You pass her a few beers at a time, saving her from getting up and squatting back down every so often.

“Between studying and working, I don’t have time for a date!” You laugh, trying to convince yourself that you don’t need a date with Shawn. But, truth be told, you’d really like one.

“That’s bullshit! You don’t have any time for one coffee date? Babe, you have lectures for 4 hours, tops, and then you’re free for the evening!” She’s right. You know she is, and that’s why you stand, biting the inside of your cheek and contemplating whether to get his number or not. You look over to him, and see that he’s dancing along to the music which is now playing softly over the speakers as he sweeps the floor. He’s singing quietly to himself and it’s so endearing and sweet that you might explode. You just cannot get over how sweet he is, he came to the bar with the intention to hang out and have fun, yet he gave that up to help you out and now he’s helping you close? Oh, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Katie, I’m fucked.”

“What?” She laughs, confused. She finished her sentence a good 2 minutes ago, not realising you were contemplating this entire time. “You mean, you wanna get fucked?”

“God, you’re so gross,” you laugh along with her, helping her to her feet. Shawn comes back behind the bar, emptying the contents of the dustpan into the bin before turning to you both, clapping his hands together and asking what’s next. You can’t help but smile at him, he’s just so fucking sweet and hot and he can sing and play guitar? He’s a triple threat.

“Actually, we need some stuff from the cellar, y/n was just about to go but it’s quite a bit, would you mind helping her?” Katie says, smirking to herself. It’s subtle, but doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah, ‘course I’ll go with.” And there’s that damn smile again.

“Great! I’ll mop up the floor while you’re doing that and then I think we’ll be good to go!” Katie smiles, such a cheeky smile as she turns to hand you the list of things you need to bring up. You shoot her daggers before leading Shawn down to the cellar.

“God, it’s freezing down here,” is the first thing he says when he steps into the cellar; “are you not cold?”

You let out a laugh, something you’ve found yourself doing a lot tonight. “I’m kinda used to it by now. It has to be cold for all the draft pipelines, and a lot of the stock too.” You and Shawn grab the things you need; a few wines, beers, ciders and spirits. The whole time you’re down there, you and Shawn are laughing and chatting. The conversation flows so easily between you, he asks about your studies and where you’re from, and you ask about his music which he unfortunately didn’t get round to talking about earlier. When he starts talking about it, his face lights up like a kid on Christmas. And that makes your heart beat real fast, a swarm of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Sorry, I’m talking too much, huh?” Shawn says, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck as his face flushes a rosy pink.

“No, no no! Not at all! It’s great that you’re so passionate about your job! Wish I could say the same but I’m kind of stuck here,” you laugh, nudging him gently with your shoulder. Shawn looks at you and laughs with you, his eyes crinkling as he does. You can’t help but feel a little vulnerable; sharing your thoughts and life stories with someone you’d only met a few hours ago, let alone Shawn Mendes. “Gotta pay the uni fees somehow.”

He shakes his head as he smiles at you, the cold air in the cellar turning his face pink again. You grab everything and head upstairs, and Shawn is impressed by your strength; watching you balance a few cases of ciders on top of a box of wines which is stacked up on top of a box of prosecco, all whilst walking up the stairs is highly impressive to him. He’s so enticed by you already and he’s only known you for a couple of hours. But he also feels like he’s known you forever. You reach the top, holding the door open for Shawn as he passes through, saying a small ‘thank you’. You follow him behind the bar, putting your boxes down onto the countertop before opening them to top up the fridges. Shawn gives you a hand, you kneeling on the floor as he passes the stock down to you to put in the fridge. You see Katie out of the corner of your eye and she’s still smirking to herself, she’ll probably make a joke later about how you were ‘on your knees for him’, which will earn her another smack and a ‘shut up’ from you.

“How’re you getting home tonight?” Shawn asks, as he passes you the last bottle of Corona. God, could he get any sweeter?

“I was gonna walk, actually, I only live about 5 minutes away,” you say, getting up to your feet and taking the cardboard boxes out the back to the cardboard bin.

“You were gonna walk? By yourself? At 2AM?” He sounds confused, almost upset, that you’d walk home that time of night.

“Yeah, I do it every week, it’s no biggie,” you laugh, emptying the rubbish bin, replacing the liner with a new one. Shawn looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. There’s no way he’d let you walk home alone, probably not even in broad daylight.

“What about Katie? Does she never drop you home?” He asks, concerned. He’s a caring person normally, but damn he seems to care more about you than he has about anyone else in such a short amount of time.

“Katie’s girlfriend comes to pick her up and she goes a completely different way to me. Honestly, I don’t mind walking home it’s quite nice,” you shrug, but he’s not having it. Katie has offered to take you home before, but you didn’t want to be out of the way. Sometimes she demands it, other times she gives up against your stubbornness and just lets you be, telling you to text her as soon as you’re in the door safely. You never fail to let her know you’re home, and she never fails to tell you she is too and that she’s about to do some nasty shit with her girlfriend. They’re very in love.

“Okay, then I’ll walk home with you,” he suggests, taking the bin from your hand. Your hands touch again and, god, you hate that schoolgirl feeling you get. But you really like him, his hands are so large and so warm and you wonder how they’d feel holding your own, or running along you-

“Earth to y/n?” Shawn chuckles, noticing the slight flush of your cheeks.

“Sorry, um, you don’t have to walk me home, Shawn, it’s fine, really-“

“Nonsense, I’m not letting you leave this bar without me.” He smiles his perfect smile again, and you melt into a puddle.

“I mean, if you don’t mind? It’s not far, uh, how far do you have to go to get home?” You ask, hoping he’s not going out of his way for you.

“Not far, don’t worry honey,” he chuckles again, taking the bin outside to the large general waste bin. Katie takes this opportunity to come back behind the bar, walking over to you and wiggling her eyebrows.

“He’s walking you home, huh?”

“Oh, shut up, Katie it’s not like that,” you say, but your stomach is turning and you can’t help but smile a little.

“It’s absolutely like that. You should get his number when he drops you home!” She nudges you, causing you to drop the sanitizer spray you were holding.

“Katie! God, you’re so annoying sometimes,” you whine, but you don’t mean it. Katie knows that, and she knows that she’s right. Deep down, you know it too. “We still need to sweep and mop behind the bar but you’re in my way.”

“Well, I’m sorry, boss,” she jokes, moving to in front of the bar and leaning in the counter, on her phone.

“Texting Sam?” You ask, moving along the floor with the mop, scrubbing the floor until it’s squeaky clean.

“Yeah, she’s on her way now. And, by the way, I want a long text from you, either tonight or tomorrow morning, with every juicy detail about Mr Mendes and your night,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you, but you roll your eyes at her. Even if you wanted something to happen, you wouldn’t after only knowing him for a few hours. Would you?

“I doubt anything’ll even happen, Kate,” you move to put the mop and bucket in the back, emptying the bucket and cleaning it out. When you move back out, Shawn has returned, his cheeks and nose a little red from the cold, and he has his jacket back on. But his shirt is stil unbuttoned, and you can still see some of his broad chest and god you just about die right then.

“Is that everything? Sam’s outside,” Katie asks, putting her own jacket on.

“Yeah, that’s everything. Do you have the keys? I’ll lock up,” you ask, Katie taking the keys out of her jacket pocket and chucking them to you, which you catch perfectly. You let out a chuckle as you move round to the front of the bar, turning off the lights in the process. You give Katie a hug goodbye, telling her to tell Sam you say hey and to text you when you home. She tells you to text her too, and then winks at you to which you roll your eyes. You notice Shawn is stood by the door, on his phone.

“Sorry we took so long to clean up,” you begin, but Shawn shakes his head and smiles at you.

“It’s okay, honey, you’re doing your job,” god you love when he calls you that. You smile back at him, putting your leather jacket on before turning off the final light, Shawn opening the door for you and following you outside. You lock the door, checking it about 3 times before you’re satisfied. “Can’t have anyone breaking in and stealing all the booze.” Shawn jokes, flashing yet another gorgeous smile at you.

You laugh at his joke, replying with a “yeah, that’s my job!” Before heading home. The walk home is lovely; the cool air is nice in comparison to the overly heated, busy bar. You notice Shawn is quite close to you, possibly for body heat, but you’re not complaining. It’s nice to have him close, you feel safer.

“Do you drive?” He asks, wondering why you’d walk home every night if you had a car.

“Yeah, I do. I have a car too, I just don’t want to use it when there’s a more environmentally friendly option of walking just 5 minutes down the road from my home.”

“That makes sense. But, it still scares me that you’d walk home by yourself at 2AM.” He says, genuine concern laced in his voice. You smile at this, biting your lip. It’s so cute how caring he is. “I have a little sister, she’s only 15 so she doesn’t go out but I won’t want her walking home by herself in the dark when she’s older.” He seems kind of sheepish when he admits this, but you find it lovely. This is the first he’s spoken about his sister all night, but you can tell how protective he is of her and how much he loves her.

“Must be pretty cool for her having you as a big brother,” you say, voice sounding a lot louder than it actually is due to the lack of surrounding sounds. You’re starting to feel the cold, even though you’re only a few minutes away from your home. You notice you’re walking a lot slower than usual, because you want to spend more time with Shawn.

“I think she’d say otherwise,” he laughs again, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. You look up at him and smile, you can’t seem to stop smiling around him. God, it’s all so cliché and cheesy but he’s just one of those people; his smile lights up a room and his laughter is so contagious you physically can’t help yourself.

“So she doesn’t think you’re the cool, famous big brother?” You nudge him with your shoulder, smiling up at him. The wind is blowing your hair all over the place and you can’t tame it, but Shawn thinks you look gorgeous. The street lamps are dim, but nice; accentuating your facial features but casting a shadow.

“Nah. She loves me, but I think she thinks I’m pretty lame and overprotective. Which is true,” you round the corner and see your apartment building, causing you to pout a little. You’ve enjoyed spending time alone with Shawn, even if it was for a mere 5 minutes.

“So, uh, this is me. Thank you for walking me home,” you say, as you retrieve your keys from your pocket, “do you have much further to walk?”

“No, I’m about 15 minutes that way,” he points behind you.

“Do you want me to call a cab for you? lt’s the least I could do considering you walked me home safely,” you offer, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check the time.

“No, thank you, honey. I’ll be fine,” he smiles yet again, and your heart beats a hundred miles a minute, yet again. The way he calls you honey is so sweet and smooth; exactly like honey itself. “Have a good night, y/n.”

“Wait, Shawn, would you wanna get a coffee sometime?” Your heart is beating out of your chest, your palms are sweating and you can’t control your breathing; this is a first for you. You’re not usually so nervous around boys, but Shawn is so different. And, god, when he smiles, you just about die.

His cheeks flush, again, and he says “yeah, I’d like that. Gimme your phone and I’ll put my number in, drop me a text when you’re free, students seem to be really busy these days.” And there you go again, letting out a breathy laugh alongside him. You unlock your phone, going to contacts and handing it to him. He puts in his number and gives his phone back to you, telling you to text him when you’re inside. “Okay, Mr Protective, I didn’t realise I’d have my own personal bodyguard,” you chuckle before telling him, more seriously, “text me when you’re home okay, please.”

He smiles at you, putting his now cold hands in his jean pockets before saying, “promise. Goodnight, y/n.” And flashing you one more dazzling smile. You smile back saying a soft, “night, Shawn,” before heading into your building, stupid smile plastered on your face as you text Katie ‘im home safe, and i got shawn’s number’. with a response of ‘omfg are u serious?! get that D bb yessss’

You get into your flat, immediately putting your pyjamas on and making yourself a cup of tea to warm you up. You sit in bed, texting Katie, telling her about Shawn and everything you enjoy about being in his company, when you get a text from the man himself. Your face lights up, his text saying ‘honey i’m home :)’. You chuckle again, responding with a ‘good, i was worried my bodyguard was gonna get hurt’ and a ‘thank you again for walking me home’, to which Shawn replies ‘lol i’d be a bad bodyguard if i got hurt myself ;)’ ‘anytime, can’t wait for that coffee date :)’ and you fell asleep with a giddy feeling in your stomach; a sickly feeling of happiness.

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secretum-mori · 5 years ago

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“LISTEN” / Blitz to Jäger

Pin my muse - Accepting “Listen” - Hug my muse to let them know that yours loves them

Marius is completely lost in the part of the base he and Elias are wandering in. He’s been explaining how there might be a way to increase the potency of his companion’s flash shield or what he wants to do with an ADS. It’s all boring engineering talk that he’ll rant about until the end of time but that doesn’t seem to bother Blitz. Maybe he just likes hearing his pilot talk so that he can shut him up with a surprise kiss where no one else will find them.

Strong arms interrupt Streicher’s train of thought as they push him up against a nearby wall. A small gasp is swallowed by a kiss initiated by his lover, and he can’t help the blush that tints his cheeks a rosy pink hue. It’s unprofessional, what they’re doing, but he doesn’t care. Spending alone time like this is rare and he’s going to capitalize on it regardless of what protocol considers the correct behavior to display with coworkers.

He holds Elias flush against his chest, relishing in the close contact. Like this, he feels safe. It’s comforting on more than just a physical level. He’s loved for who he is, cherished as a precious treasure that is more than happy to return the sentiment. Many times he’s asked ‘What if my best isn’t enough?’ and Blitz just smiles, kisses his forehead, tells Marius ‘It’s good enough for me.’ and that is a wonderful thing.

On nights that he can’t sleep, his lover isn’t bothered when their bed is invaded and choked sobs fill their ears. They all have moments like that, it helps to have someone to chase those haunting shadows away. They both struggle but always find one another and everything mellows into warmth that soothes the soul. Life isn’t so dismal now that Elias has a special place in his heart. He looks forward to the future, enjoys everything a little more, and, to everyone’s surprise, isn’t as grouchy as he normally can be.

#. out on the field ( v. rainbow )#. muse ( marius streicher )#. elias kötz ( bittersurvivor )#bittersurvivor

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painfulstitches17 · 6 years ago

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The Fires of Spring

2. Pound Cake.

Getting up was hard this morning, for both of them. Jäger evidently didn't sleep very well even after Bandit's help, and the latter couldn't get back to it afterward for several reasons, now on 3 hours of sleep having waited for the sunlight to come.

The shared showers, a pain and a blessing. The old building had been renovated over time, allowing them to have "dorm privatised" showers, but they still were almost showering naked together as the walls in between weren't that tall. The guys did however install a curtain to give IQ privacy like "proper gentlemen", as she insisted on sharing the dorms with them as "the tight knit family they had become" in her words, and she managed to get her way. Bandit would've looked over his shoulder to admire a nice view, or just chit chat like he'd always do. The nagging feeling came back between appreciating the hot water and listening to Jäger hum that goddamn song he couldn't find the tittle of.

He wanted to ask him what had been so wrong in his dreams, but they'd barely discuss it. "It's too depressing" would Marius tell him, "let's not get back to those thoughts, ja ?" would Elias deflect the questions with, "you know, just beating myself up sometimes" would Monika answer with a somewhat pained expression, but she'd leave it at that. Bandit ? A nice dose of "Do I look like I need group therapy to you ?" would sting enough to be left alone. The usual.

He felt like he had to protect himself from the outside. Anyone looking in was pure horror, his shell cracking wide open for everyone to look inside. He had worked hard enough to hide himself from the unknowing people surrounding him to let it go to waste. He was the asshole, the "prankster" and a myriad of synonyms thrown at this image he had to forge for himself. For survival, he wanted to say.

But Jäger had become his soft spot. The rest of the GSG9 was family, sure, but he felt something more. His weirdness had drawn him in, Marius could rub people the wrong way without even seeing it sometimes, unlike the willing to hurt Bandit could have. He was his opposite but he could show to be somewhat alike. Marius had a hard time socialising, enjoying company but quickly tiring out, having to force himself while Bandit went all out, wanting to be left alone for the most part, merely pretending for his image. It felt like Jäger was pushing something away from sight, just like he did. How could he fix it ?

"Are you hungry ?", the words quickly pulled him out of his thoughts, meeting Jäger's eyes, head full of shampoo running down his face. He looked silly."Hungry ? Are you kidding me ? I'm starving. I'd even try to steal from Tachanka, the man's a goddamn bear Marius !" The laughter was back, that heavenly sound pulling at his heart, managing to push out a genuine smile on his face.

"Alright, alright, just don't come back crying when he hands you back your ass. You'd probably like that anyway."

Bandit must've been looking at him funny, or maybe admiring him, because Jäger quickly added "did I say something weird ? It's getting beat up right ?"

"Well yes... What did you think it suddenly meant ? and why are we speaking in English anyway ? We're alone." Bandit was confused.

"Probably because we're tired and we look like it ?" Jäger retorted.

Taking a sit at the table, Bandit was just about ready to devour the whole damn tray. He had managed to have it loaded up on the heavy side this morning, probably for the little thing sitting beside him on the bench that had cost him a few things out of his personal stash. He got pulled out of his coffee by Jäger sitting across. "I still don't really feel talkative, sorry." Bandit nodded, he understood the struggle after last night.

Not staring was quite a feat, especially when the man in front of you was too busy looking out the window, not paying any attention to the love filled eyes you were shooting him. The slightly curly hair, his pale complexion, although almost sickly this morning which was slowly getting rosy again, the chiseled nose he wished he could trace with his fingers, small pink lips that would again look kissable. Bandit was glad almost nobody was there this morning, someone would've noticed, especially the women from whom Twitch was keen on spotting such interactions. He quickly realized that Jäger had been barely eating, he had been barely doing anything aside from looking outside, in fact.

"Your food is getting cold Marius, don't force me to make you eat like a baby." Jäger looked at him puzzled, the sentence finally sinking in. "Oh, sorry. I'm not hungry." He took a bite, trying to get it down. "Don't force yourself, but we've got training later this morning."he replied. It sounded too gentle and Jäger heard it too judging from the look he gave him.

Dominic would eat the leftovers anyway.

"Could you wait for me at the dorms ? I'll go give the trays back." And with a nod, Jäger left, albeit confused as to why they needed to go back now. Good Dom thought, he hasn't seen the box. He put the dirty trays on the metal shelf, thanking the cooks while he had the possibility, they thanked him back for the German snacks he had been willing to trade. He was out of his favorite comfort foods and a bit of money, but it was for the cause, nobody trusted him enough to use the kitchens by fear of getting poisoned or pranked in a way. It wasn't every day that Jäger and him were alone, especially on that day.

Jäger's birthday.

Which the man himself got surprised for when Dominic put down the box on the bed right between them, opening it to reveal a chocolate pound cake, complete with its chocolate icing and a few sprinkles. The cake he used to get each and every birthdays. It must've been years for him, his face lit up like a kid at Christmas.

"Dom, you didn't..."

"No I didn't, the cooks did. Are you sure you're not hungry ? You're probably going to pass, right ? More for me." He was laughing again, Bandit really could get used to it. "C'mon, let me cut you a slice. Are napkins enough for you or do you want me to get the porcelain out, your majesty ?" Poking fun at Jäger's overly decorated and old fashioned dinner table at his apartment last year.

"Oh shut up !" The engineer laughed out loud before shoving half the slice into his mouth. "Oh my God, is this my uncle's recipe ?"

Bandit scoffed "of course, what did you expect ? I called him." He paused "And it's not like I almost didn't get the idea and got the recipe last minute."

Jäger was staring at him now, Bandit couldn't decipher the expression he had for the love of God, something in his eyes that put butterflies in his stomach.

"Thank you Dominic, this is great." He finally said.

"It's nothing. Plus, if I didn't do anything, I would get my ass kicked. Twice. Close your eyes." He waited for Jäger to do as instructed then got up to pick a small package hidden under his bed, he set it on the other's lap carefully before sitting back down. "Open your eyes. It's nothing much, don't get too excited." And at that, Jäger looked down, greeted by what appeared to be a metal helicopter model kit closely resembling the one he usually operates. What else would make him happy but this ? Bandit had no idea, so this was the safest bet.

"Dominic."

"Sorry, you probably don't have much time for these." He stuffed his face full of cake again.

"Dominic... It's perfect. I couldn't be happier." Hearing Jäger almost sigh his name sent shivers down his spine and looking back, Bandit got surprised when he suddenly wrapped his arms around him. He was strong, obviously, stronger than he let on while clothed. "Thank you so much."

Time stopped, he wished he could stay like this forever. He shouldn't be feeling this way, this is just an innocent hug, your feelings won't be reciprocated Dominic, and they shouldn't for the both of you. He hesitated, wanting to hold Jäger tight, pushing him against the bed to sleep the rest of the day in his arms. It felt good to be held, it's like it had been years, and in a way it had. He was reminded of a few memories which hurt him to this day still. He opted to pat his friend on the back instead, rubbing it a few times. "it's nothing much, no need to thank me Marius."

The contact broke, much to Bandit's dismay. "Would you like to help me out with this ? Possibly today ?" Jäger asked "like you need my help, just tell me that you want my sweet, sweet company next time, I know you can't resist." Bandit said back. He hoped it was true as Jäger smiled and looked away, almost flustered to Dom's wild imagination.

And as expected, it didn't take him long to finish assembling his gift this evening. Alone together in the workshop, Bandit was falling asleep on the workbench, his head slowly lowering down to his folded arms until it finally made contact. He was acting differently, it had been quite a few times over the months and Jäger finally saw the whole picture after this morning. The way he was being looked at, he caught Dom with that look before, what was it ? He didn't even protest when he hugged him, he always did. Deep down, Jäger probably knew what was going on, but it was easier to pretend like he didn't. He wasn't even sure of certain aspects of himself, things he needed to figure out at fucking 39. What he was certain of was that he shouldn't let anything show, it wouldn't be fair to Dominic.

He gently shook him "go to bed Dominic, I'm going to look at my Magpie for a bit and I'm sure you'll fall back asleep. Your arms aren't the best pillows you know." he groggily looked up at him "fuck off Streicher, my arms are the best pillows you could wish for." Jäger couldn't help but chuckle, squeezing the other man's arm now "actually, you're right, they do look comfy." He decided to be mean this time around however, delighted to watch Bandit become red to the face, getting up from his stool before darting off with a stern "good night". It was his payback for the pranks and he swore he wouldn't play with his heart ever again. He got his karma with a side of confetti as he started pulling his gadget appart, the small cardboard box that only one man could've placed in revealing itself with a bang. He couldn't get mad this time around, he was laughing even.

Bandit was now back at the dorms, hugging his pillow like his life depended on it. Marius was making it so difficult to forget this crush He wished he had said something more, what if he caught on ? He couldn't think about anything else, waiting to fall asleep from exhaustion. The song Jäger was humming stuck in his head. That's when it hit him, he knew that song...

Just some guy .

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rosellenjane · 6 years ago

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18-19/11 - Phong Nha - Hanoi

So I didn’t write yesterday, mainly because I got a bit smashed on mushroom schnapps, yes it was as rank as it sounds.

I started the day with a bicycle ride down to the boat station and took a sail around Phong Nha Cave which was really pretty, we were on a little dragon boat and when we entered the cave the engine was turned off and the women paddled us, their stamina astounded me, it must have been around half an hour they were rowing for non stop and there were 7 of us on board. We got out in the cave and had a walk around which was pretty enchanting. I had joined a Vietnamese family as I’d have had to pay for my own boat otherwise, they were basically on a photo shoot and one of the girls had high heeled sandals on so it was entertaining to see her tottering and sliding around the cave.

After this I had a local guy on a motorbike for the afternoon to show me around the Countryside and we went to the ‘duck stop’, this is a genius venture by a farmer where you go along and pay to feed the ducks, I had to do all sorts of hilarious things with them and it was well worth the stop.

Next was the ‘pub with cold beer’. This is exactly what it’s called and had some spectacular views. The Countryside roads were dodgy as hell, just hilly mud tracks with thousands of huge pot holes so I was basically riding a pogo stick, I found it really funny but the driver didn’t speak very good English and thought I was scared so he put my hands around him so I didn’t bounce off the back.

When I got back to the homestay I went up to the terrace to have a beer and got chatting to the other guests, we proceeded to drink them out of beer and then got hungry so walked down to lucky lucky for a bite. They were asleep when we arrived but got up and made us some delicious dishes which I felt bad about until the owner bought out this homemade schnapps and some other dark shots similar to jäger but twice as bad and joined us for a drink. The German couple were leaving at 5am to carry on their motorbike journey North and the Australian guy offered to take me on a drive of the National Park and to another cave as I’d told him I wasn’t confident to rent a bike, I took him up on this!

So this morning I had my breakfast and off we set, I rented a bike from the homestay and the guy just went next door and borrowed theirs. I’m really glad I got to see today’s cave as it was incredible, it’s called paradise cave and was full of beautiful stalactites and stalagmites, it went on forever and around each corner it got better.

The trek up to the cave almost killed me and once in the cave there were thousands of steps going down which needed to be climbed on the way back so I think I burned off my breakfast today. Once I was done I got Bill from the restaurant, he’d visited the cave yesterday so just read his book whilst I did it. We carried on the National park loop and then stopped for some lunch at a smoked sausage place he’d been raving about, it was nice but I think the sausage was 95% fat so I was back to feeling like a flabby mess. He got a little annoyed when I covered his lunch as a thank you for driving me around all day so he bought me a beer back at the homestay whilst I waited for my taxi to the airport, I would say I’d have kept in touch with him but he was an old school traveller and didn’t even bring his phone from Australia!

I’m quite sad to leave Phong Nha so soon, I was quite taken with it and it’s stunning scenery. The Kong film was set here and you can see why!

I flew to Hanoi this evening to explore the North so it’s going to be another set of busy days. First stop tomorrow morning though is the immigration office to get a chest X-ray for my NZ visa, I have to be there at 8am and they’ve warned me it’ll take all morning 😴.

First glance at Hanoi has been nice, I’m staying in the Centre and it’s full of little streets so I’ll have a proper look around tomorrow afternoon and see what I find!

Lots of love,

Rosie

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catapples · 6 years ago

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Forbidden Love

Written by CatApples on Wattpad.

Full story here

The first chapter of a story I am working on, on Wattpad. Enjoy! Its a Bandit/Jäger book...

1. Damn That Smile

The air was crispy and cold, as soft snowflakes fell from the sky, and landed on the ground. From 8AM until now, which was 6PM, it was snowing. The sky was becoming darker. The colours in the sky danced different colours: Purple, pink, yellow, and orange. The German mans hot breath reflected into the evening sky, forming as a soft cloud before evaporating into the atmosphere. The mans dark chocolate eyes were shut, his hood falling off of his head as the snowflakes landed in his dark brown hair. Combat boots crunching in the snow approaching the man could be heard, coming from behind him. They stopped when they reached to be right beside him.

"It is cold up here." Marius spoke as his eyes opened to reveal dark chocolate. Turning his head, he made eye contact with the other German man that now stood beside him. Milk chocolate eyes connected with his own dark chocolate ones. The German man that was standing beside him gave Marius a half assed smile.

Damn, that smile. That's what he thought; Marius.

"Agreed." Dominic said as he didn't break his gaze from his friend. "What were you doing out here?" He questioned, his hands moving to shove into his pockets. Already, the cold started to kiss Dominics cheeks, turning a tinted pink. Marius already had a rosy nose, and cherry cheeks. The mans lips were swollen and red from the cold, letting his tongue run along them to bring some saliva to coat them. The last thing the German man would want is for his lips to start cracking and eventually, bleed.

"Getting used to the. . .atmosphere. The cold. Baffin Bay." Marius concluded, swallowing hard as he seemed to not be able to break eye contact with his friend. That was until Dominic did a small 'heh', looked at the ground and gave that same. . .smile. Marius believed something was wrong at this point. Dominic smiled twice already, and he just got outside. Marius looked away at the sky, as Dominic followed as well.

"Are you ready to fight off the terrorists inside of the yacht?" Dominic asked him, admiring the beauty of the sky. However it only reminded him of a painting, a watercolour painting to be exact. The same paintings that his mother would paint for him, or when she would paint to forget. Dominic wishes he could be like that, do something that easy to forget. But he only resorted to drugs. However, now it has changed to just isolation and tears, but not in front of anyone. Swallowing hard from the thoughts that attempted to make their way in, Dominic broke his gaze with the sky to look at his friend again.

"No," Marius admitted. "I think it is too soon for me." He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Turning to look at Dominic, whose gaze he could feel for the past minute. It felt like his eyes could burn holes into his soul if he looked long enough. There it was, again, that dull bored expression of his. Marius' was no different; yes it was a plain one, but he managed to look quite alive with it. But not Dominic, he looked as dull as a pencil that has been way too overused.

"I do not think so." He stated, his eyes trailing down to the snow, before up at his friend. "I think it is a good experience for the both of us. That we could use something like this." This caused Marius to sigh, cupping his hands as he blew his hot breath into them, trying to warm them up. His fingertips were turning a rosy red from the cold air that settled onto his skin. Silence. It settled upon the two of them so quickly, that Marius felt like he was standing there forever.

"Mari," there was that nickname that Dominic called him. There it fucking was, to crush his soul and make his stomach turn and fill with butterflies. "I know something is wrong. You have not been yourself lately. Not since the terrorist attack in Courchevel." Dominic stated sternly, turning his body so it faced him, hands out of his pockets now, shuttering from the sudden way the crispy air clasped around them so suddenly.

"There is nothing Dominic." Marius tried to avoid the topic and what happened on that night. My god it was a horrible night for him, and all Marius wished for that night was death. Death, death, death.

"Marius!"

"Dominic, enough."

"I will not be ignor-"

"I just do not want to see you get shot again! Scheiße!" Marius rubbed his face with his cold hands as he could not stand the thought of Dominic being shot again. Silence fell over them, Marius' eyebrows furrowing downwards as his hands moved from his face. "You do not understand what I went through for that month while you were recovering in the hospital. Gilles kept telling me you were fine, but I could not accept that you would survive until I truly saw your eyes again. You would not understand."

With that, Marius turned to make his way back towards the back entrance of the base. He looked upset, not easily able to hide emotions.

"Mari," Dominic said as he turned to face Marius now who stopped. "I am sorry. I truly am." He concluded, stuck on what to say to his now upset friend. However, Marius continued on. All he could think about right now was his friends potential death. Kicking off his boots before stepping into the home, he made his way upstairs and to Elias room. He didn't want to face Dominic. Luckily, Monika was most likely downstairs in the kitchen or by the fireplace.

All Marius needed was to talk to Elias. Mainly, he wanted to do this so he could get some of his emotions out. Elias was one of the only people he could talk to who was goofy when needed, but serious as well. Sure he would talk to Gilles too at times, but for Marius, he preferred Elias because his advice is what he wanted, no, needed right now.

However suddenly he remembered something.

That smile. . .

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kirunistotembar · 6 years ago

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Wie das mit dem Hippogryphen war

Framboise starrt mit offenem Mund auf das Chaos um sie herum. Überall riesige Nachtelfen und Worgen mit wütenden, sorgenvollen oder schmerzverzerrten Gesichtern, dazwischen hektische Gebirgsjäger, Rufe und Schreie ertönen, laut kreischende Hippogryphen schlagen mit den Flügeln, Heiler eilen zwischen den Verletzten hin und her, lärmende Flugmaschinen knattern über das Geschehen hinweg und über allem hängt beißender Brandgeruch.

Da sieht sie plötzlich ein bekanntes Gesicht. "Pella, guck mal, da ist Kiruni." Wichtig fügt sie hinzu: "Das ist eine meiner Kundinnen." Sie zeigt auf eine untersetzte, rothaarige Zwergin mit der rot-weißen Armbinde der Heiler ohne Grenzen. Einer von Kirunis langen Zöpfen ist zur Hälfe verbrannt und ihr Gesicht ist rußverschmiert. In ihrem Gürtel steckt ein großer, runenbedeckter Schmiedehammer, an dem sich immer wieder statische Aufladungen bilden und in kleinen, bläulichen Blitzen entladen. Die Zwergin beugt sich über eine der verletzten Greifenreiterinnen aus Darnassus. Aus den Händen der Heilerin fließt ein sprudelnder Wasserstrahl, den sie über die schlimmen Wunden der Kriegerin führt. Sie winkt eine Gruppe Gnomenpriester herbei, die nach einem Blick auf die schwer verletzte Schildwache mit ernsten Gesichtern eine Hymne anstimmen. Goldenes Licht breitet sich unter der Gruppe aus und strahlt nach oben, taucht die Heiler und die Verletzte in ein funkelndes Leuchten.

Doch ihre Mühen sind umsonst, die Verletzungen der Schildwache sind zu schwer. Als sie stirbt, rollt eine Träne über die Wange der Zwergin. "Verdammt!" Zornig wischt sie sich mit dem Handrücken über die Augen.

Da ertönt ein lauter, schmerzvoller Schrei hinter Kiruni. Als sie sich umdreht, sieht sie noch kurz die messerscharfen Krallen eines großen Hippogryphen vor ihrem Gesicht auftauchen, ehe eine unsichtbare Hand sie wegzieht in Richtung einer geistesgegenwärtigen Pandarenpriesterin.

"Das ist ihr Greif. Er ist übel zugerichtet, ich fürchte, wir werden ihn auch verlieren."

Einige Zwergenjäger eilen herbei und verteilen sich um den verzweifelten Hippogryphen. Eisfallen werden entsichert und Flinten mit Betäubungsmunition geladen.

"Ruuhig, mein Junge, gaanz ruhig!"

Ein alter, weißhaariger Jäger lässt den wild mit dem Kopf rollenden Hippogryphen nicht aus den Augen. Der große Vogel stößt drohende Schreie aus und versucht immer wieder, sich in die Luft abzustoßen. Sein linker Flügel hängt jedoch schlaff herunter und seine Schreie klingen immer schmerzerfüllter.

Der erfahrene Zwerg steht ruhig vor dem riesigen Tier und gibt leise, beruhigende Laute von sich. Eine weitere Jägerin beobachtet jede Bewegung des Greifen aufmerksam, eine entsicherte Eisfalle wurfbereit in den Händen.

Kiruni seufzt und stemmt die Hände in die Hüften. "Oh nein, mein Lieber, du wirst mir nicht auch noch wegsterben! Bring mich hoch zu ihm, Kimu." Entschlossen geht sie auf den Vogel zu und wirft mit einer schnellen Handbewegung ein mit blauen Symbolen bemaltes Holztotem in Richtung des verletzten Greifen. Aus dem Totem sprudelt ein schmaler Strom frischen Quellwassers.

Die Pandarenpriesterin spricht einige Worte zu Kiruni woraufhin diese langsam in die Luft schwebt wie ein Ballon. Die Zwergin rudert einen Moment nervös mit den Armen und findet dann ihr Gleichgewicht wieder. Etwas oberhalb des verletzten Flügels kommt sie zum Stillstand, während der Vogel sie argwöhnisch beobachtet.

"Und, wie sieht es aus?" Die Jägerin mit der Eisfalle wirft einen nervösen Blick in Richtung der scharfen Krallen des Tiers. "Könnt ihr etwas erkennen?"

"Tja, also der Flügel ist gebrochen. Aber das bekommen wir schon hin!"

Kiruni breitet die Arme aus und ein leichter Regen setzt ein, kühlende Tropfen fallen auf die Federn des Tieres. Der Hippogryph wird ruhiger und der Schmerz in seinen Augen weicht Neugier, während er die seltsame kleine Gestalt, die vor ihm in der Luft schwebt, betrachtet.

Die Zwergin beginnt mit kräftiger Stimme eine alte Melodie zu singen, ein Lied in der rauen Sprache der Wildhammer. Ihre Worte erzählen von der Weite des Himmels und dem Rauschen des Windes unter kräftigen Schwingen, von einsamen Berggipfeln und von Freiheit und Leichtigkeit, von Freundschaft und Treue.

Der große Vogel legt den Kopf schief und berührt ihre ausgestreckte Hand mit den Schnabel. Seine Körper wird ruhig und er faltet seinen gesunden Flügel an die Seite während der linke langsam aufhört zu zittern.

Auf ein Zeichen der Pandarenpriesterin hin beginnt die Zwergin langsam wieder in Richtung der Steinfliesen zu sinken während der Vogel seinen Blick nicht von ihr abwendet. Sein Kopf folgt ihr, bis sie auf den kühlen Fliesen sitzt. Kiruni macht ein leises, schnalzendes Geräusch und der Greif legt den Kopf in ihren Schoß. Aus den Händen der Zwergin fließt kühles, schmerzstillendes Wasser und strömt über den verletzen Flügel des Tieres. Der Greif schließt erschöpft die Augen.

Kiruni nickt der Pandarin zu und diese beginnt mit Hilfe der beiden Jäger, den gebrochenen Flügel des Greifen zu schienen während die Zwergin weiter mit sanften Bewegungen den Kopf des Vogels streichelt. Zum Schluss zieht die Priesterin einen kleinen Stab aus ihrem Gürtel und streicht damit über die Verletzung. Dort, wo sie die Federn berührt, beginnen diese in goldenem Licht zu funkeln.

"So, das müsste reichen. Jetzt ist er transportfähig."

Framboise und Pella klatschen erleichtert Beifall. "Hurra!"

Kiruni steht unter leichtem Ächzen wieder auf und wischt sich die nassen Hände am Kleid ab. "Framboise, gut, dass du hier bist!". Kiruni lächelt die Gnomin an. "Bitte kümmere dich darum, dass der Greif zu meinem Haus gebracht wird. Seine Herrin ist gestorben und ich glaube, ich kann sein Vertrauen gewinnen."

Framboise nickt und beginnt geschäftig, den Transport zu organisieren.

"Gut gemacht!" Pella nickt der Zwergin anerkennend zu. Und mit einem Blick auf den verbrannten Zopf "Wenn ihr eine neue Frisur wollt, kommt einfach vorbei. Ihr bekommt einen Sonderpreis!"

Die Jägerin sichert inzwischen die Eisfalle und steckt sie zurück an ihren Gürtel. An ihrer in die Stirn geschobenen Ingenieursbrille surrt leise ein Rädchen.

"Bryn, danke für deine Hilfe!"

"Keine Ursache, Kiruni. Ich bin froh, dass wenigstens der Greif es geschafft hat!" Eine schwarzhaarige Kriegerin tritt hinzu, an der Hand ein kleines Worgenmädchen, das mit einer mechanischen Katze spielt. Die Jägerin lächelt. "Rosi und ich werden die Kleine bei uns aufnehmen. Wir wollten immer eine große Familie."

Lächelnd sieht Kiruni den dreien nach, die sich Hand in Hand entfernen. Langsam wird es ruhiger in der großen Halle. Die restlichen Verletzten werden in die Halle der Paladine gebracht. Dank der Organisation von Gwenna und Königin Graumähne wurden für die meisten der Flüchtlinge bereits Gastgeber gefunden und sie ziehen in kleinen Gruppen in Richtung ihrer Unterkünfte.

Eine Gruppe Mondpriesterinnen unterhält sich angeregt mit einer kräuterkundigen Zwergin über das beste Rezept für einen bekömmlichen Heiltrank. Die Assistenten des Greifenmeisters lassen sich von einer Schildwache die Vorteile eines darnassischen Sattelgurts erläutern. Ein Zwergenkind reitet lachend auf einem in seine Bärenform verwandelten, gutmütig brummenden Druiden. Die Bewohner von Eisenschmiede gehen langsam wieder zum Alltagsgeschäft über.

Nachdenklich packt Kiruni ihre Totems zusammen. Dies war nur der Anfang eines schrecklichen Krieges. Schlimmeres wird kommen. Aber heute Nacht wird sie mit ihren Freunden am Feuer sitzen, sie werden essen, trinken und erzählen und gemeinsam die Dunkelheit fernhalten.

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