#andrea marowski fanfiction

[babybluebex]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

₊˚.༄ series masterlists

good doctor kreizler [FINISHED] (laszlo kreizler, the alienist)

₊˚.༄ baron helmut zemo (cacw, 2016/tfatws, 2021)

sucker for pain (smut)

chokehold (smut)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

me and my husband (fluff&angst)

next week (fluff&angst)

bliss (angst)

hand kisses (fluff)

madripoor dancing (fluff)

forehead kisses (fluff)

airport (fluff)

shut up (fluff)

₊˚.༄ dr. laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-)

laszlo & period sex headcanons (smut)

fuck it (fluff)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

₊˚.༄ niki lauda (rush, 2013)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

post-crash headcanons (smut)

₊˚.༄ daniel weltz (nebenan/next door, 2021)

ego (smut)

₊˚.༄ jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004)

some people never change (smut)

headcanons 1 (fluff&smut)

headcanons 2 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 1 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 2 (fluff&smut)

burden of proof (fluff)

₊˚.༄ markus baasweiler/schnubbi (schule, 2000)

headcanons 1 (fluff)

₊˚.༄ alex kerner (goodbye lenin!, 2003)

nsfw alex headcanons (smut)

goal! (fluff)

trans!alex headcanons (fluff&smut&angst)

₊˚.༄ ernst schmidt (cloverfield paradox, 2018)

a long, long time (angst)

₊˚.༄ andrea marowski (ladies in lavender, 2004)

modern!andrea headcanons (fluff)

modern!andrea headcanons 2 (fluff)

₊˚.༄ the danny bunch™ 

what kinks the danny bunch™ has (smut)

how the danny bunch™ kiss/hold hands (fluff)

how the danny bunch™ cuddle (fluff)

reactions to “put a baby in me” (smut)

ice skating date with the danny bunch (fluff)

the danny bunch getting jealous(smut/fluff/angst)

which are doms, subs, and switches

reactions to you actually being pregnant (fluff)

songs associated with dani characters

[rumblelibrary]

Can I have something super soft and sweet with Andrea? I need some content from my cottagecore husband. You can decide whatever you want to do with it!

The Perfect Day [Andrea Marowski x fem!Reader]

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff

A/N: thank you for making me write this lifesaver <3

The soft chirping of the birds woke you up. You stirred lightly, a smile coming across your lips as you felt the soft lavender scent over your young husband skin. You slept holding hands, your forehead against his chest as your eyes got used to the bright light outside the window.

The soft cotton sheets clung around your naked bodies along with some heavier quilted duvet, legs tangled as he breathed slowly still deep into his slumber.

You observed him into his simplest nature, he looked so much younger when asleep, his features perfect as kissed by the gentle morning light.

You slowly moved your hand away, he frowned but with time you mastered the art of leaving the bed without awakening him. He huffed, face buried into the pillows as he rolled onto his stomach covering the warm spot you left. Your hand gently onto his soft hair caressing them away from his face. The time seemed to be something unknown to you.

After adjusting the covers over his shoulder you shivered into your nakedness, your hands grasping onto your white nightdress pulling it over you to cover your frame before adding up a burgundy cardigan belonging to Andrea to protect you against the goosebumps your body suffered for leaving the warm comfort of his presence.

You stepped into the kitchen quietly, breathing in the soft smell of a new day. Your hands went immediately to unveil the dough that was covered by a cloth and you left to raise during the night, it was now ready to be baked and you’ll have your warm bread for the day. Andrea spent the day before picking up the mature fruits from your trees, so it was easy to wash them and cut them while you put on the pot for your morning tea.

You hummed softly a song that Andrea was rehearsing with his violin for few days, now helplessly stuck with you, your hands unveiling the pie you prepared the day before cutting some slices.

Before anything else you moved away going to your garden standing barefoot onto the cold stone of the steps, you hugged yourself enjoying the view before slipping on some comfortable shoes and settling the table. The summer day was amazing and the morning breeze made the heat unnoticeable. A white table cloth with fresh flowers and then your started going back and forth from the kitchen to the garden bringing dishes and plates

You blinked surprised as little Anthony, the 14 years old son of the local baker, passed by with his bike waving at you. He blushed as you just looked so calm and relaxed.

“Got the mail and the newspaper Mrs Marowski” he said as he hopped off his bike to hand it to you. You picked one of the peaches you got into a basket nearby handing it to him I return “Thank you Anthony, have a good day”

He smiled and nodded vehemently as he rushed off back to his duties.

You looked down onto the mails: an invite to a concert in London, something from your parents, something in polish coming from Andrea’s family and a voluminous yellow envelope that was coming from Andrea's favourite music shop in London and by the weight you could tell it was some new music sheets. Also a note from your seamstress telling you that the new winter coats need the last fittings.

You were about to check the first page of the newspaper as a loud meowing made you jump.

Andrea was standing in front of you, soft khaki pants with a loose white shirt, your cat draped onto him, a beautiful grey British short hair who was staring at you.

“Did Laszlo woke you up?”

“Did you doubt it?” Andrea asked with a chuckle as he leaned closer to you, a kiss resting onto your lips as the cat jumped off his arm.

“I hate to wake up on an empty bed, even if your table setting is the best” he assured as he smiled at you tangling you into another kiss.

“Mh, the tea” you just reminded yourself as he chuckled 

“One more, one more” he begged between chuckles stealing another kiss before letting you go inside and he proceeded to give the annoying boss of your cat the food he deserved and demanded.

He sat on the chair enjoying the soft breeze as you brought a small tray with the tea to complete the set up.

He hummed softly opening the package coming from London gleefully as he admired his new music sheets.

“Your presence is required to see a new concert, I think they want to show off to have you as solo violin” you said showing him the invitation while sitting with him. He admired you, he stared at you with a soft smile “I will have to hear my agent first” he said as he meant you. You always had a good gut feelings and often kept him from taking random impulsive decisions.

“There’s something from your family too” you added and he smirked 

“You read it first” he said as he was helping you with polish and you sighed softly using one of your butter knives to open the letter. His hand quickly went to your cookies taking one happy bite as he still stared at the music on paper.

His eyes darting up only to look at you focused onto the paper scribbled by his parents and you nodded explaining to him a letter that was mostly about every day updates

“This word” you signalled as he leaned in lightly in to read it as there was only one point you didn’t seem to grasp not even by the words before or after it.

He chuckled loudly almost chocking onto the crumbles covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

You asked as he blushed deeply.

“Oh no, they hated my knit work? Is it that?”

He shook his head as you frowned at him waving that letter expecting an answer before your mind went onto the worried train of thoughts.

“It means” he licked his lips, eyes shining “It means pregnancy, not literally it is a more discreet way to say it, more like expecting something, but they mean that, my mum wants to know when she can call herself grandmother”

You blushed deeply as you looked down, you are such a young couple and you’re actually enjoying this phase, now it is not like every little delay of your period didn’t make your heart do the backflips, but to be asked so directly felt weird.

“Don’t worry about it, she means it in a good way, they adore you and they keep saying how you brought some sense into me”

He smiled taking your hand gently kissing the back of it.

“We have Laszlo for now it is more than enough” he joked to light you up and you giggled “Indeed” you said as you looked around finding the cat running after some butterflies. Andrea always complained that Laszlo hated him, Laszlo was your cat even before the polish man came into your life, but truth to be told they were best buddies: the cat would always check where he was and Andrea was the first to always feed him.

“I was thinking we could go to town today, I promised Ursula to play for her tea party with some friends coming all the way from Edinburgh and maybe we can go past the bookshop and buy some flour and whatever else. I could plant some pumpkin seeds, I love your velvety pumpkin cream for autumn”

You smiled as he really can’t wait for the colder season even if that meant to see you more dressed and clothed he also loved to nuzzle with you in front of the fire.

“Agreed” you said and he smiled proudly as you handed him the letter from your family and he sighed softly but proceeded to read it like you did with his.

He was way better at English, but mostly spoken English, he still hated to read and you picked books for him too even if he always puppy eyed you into reading for him.

He read quietly the letter as you ate some pie. He frowned lightly as he spelled out loud some words, sometimes he did it to learn the difference from a word that he knows and how it was written.

When you both drank your tea and he finally indulged into the local news he hushed you to get dressed “You take the longest to get ready, I’ll clean up” he said winking at you making you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

So you did, you went to wash yourself and braided your hair into an updo hairstyle, a light white dressy shirt and a long pleaded skirt for you as you also prepared the clothes for him.

As you redid your bed and he walked inside after clearing up the kitchen you couldn’t help but adore him into his little routines, the way he shaved and got prepared, the way he wore the clothes you figured out for him with happy delight. He loved how you looked after him, he felt loved, the small attentions like that one put him at rest, he relaxed and he felt babied and he loved it.

He picked the case of his violin handing it to you using it to pull you closer and steal another kiss. You chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you again, and again, and once more.

“Andrea” you whispered as he chuckled softly kissing you once again, he smelled so good, his skin soft and perfumed thanks to his aftershave oil.

How could you resist him?

“Two minutes” you whispered leaning back down the violin over your vanity to be able to wrap your arms around his neck letting out a soft yelp as he fell over you on the bed.

Useless to say that it wasn’t two minutes and not even twenty, your trembling legs around him and the way you guided him to give you just what you wanted from him always drove him crazy.

After a short nap you really had to begin to get going, he helped you to dress up slowly zipping up your skirt and you had a new rush of pleasure just by buttoning up his shirt covering his chest peppered with hickeys.

You locked the house and he pulled out his black bike putting the violin box in the basket on the front along with your white one “I prefer when we go with one” he complained but you chuckled “yes, but if we buy few things we will have to go by walking” you made him notice and he sighed nodding.

He waited for you as you pedalled your way to the town centre, he was swaying in front of you and you raced a bit against each other until the stone bridge that welcomed you there.

“See you at Ursula’s” you said and he nodded leaning in to kiss you one more time, he indulged into that kiss a littlest as he opened his eyes slowly, a smile playing over his lips.

“My wife” he said, sometimes he repeated it like he had to remind himself. You chuckled as you kissed his cheek and you go parted.

You knew Ursula liked to pared Andrea off, you let her do it, she came with time to like you, she saw how much good you did to Andrea, how much balance you gave to him, his behaviour was stable, he settled down.

You stopped to the local grocery store taking up some spices, some cinnamon in particular as you knew how much Andrea loved it on sweets, few little cooking and baking items you missed and then off to the bookstore.

“Hello hello” you said as the old man there greeted you “The books you ordered arrived” he said as he moved his shaky legs into the back of the shop bringing you the easy books in polish you ordered to practice some reading. You smiled looking at them as Andrea gave you the titles of books that made his youth and also few new ones for him. You added to that stock a new cooking book and few novels for Andrea and his English. The old man was the sweetest, he kept the booster open no matter the weather and politics and he always made sure to find anything you might be looking for.

He helped you tie all your buyings together onto the bike so after paying you just pushed it walking through the town, just enjoying a good time around giving yourself time until you made it to Ursula’s home.

Well, you called Ursula’s but Janet as always there even if her presence was always quieter you teamed up with her most of the time letting Ursula enjoy her time with Andrea.

You smiled stopping in your track as you heard the soft sound of the violin, you closed your eyes breathing in, like you could enjoy the music through the air.

You adjusted your dress and smiling to yourself, the moment sinking in slowly.

Your husband, your life, the idea of coming back home together, cuddle on the couch, listen to his words, having his honey eyes on you.

A natural smiled appeared on your lips.

After few moments you decided to keep going, you pulled your bike  letting it rest against the fence, Janet appearing at the doorstep to welcome you in.

Your perfect day.

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #20 - Lactation - Andrea

Ever since you had announced to Andrea your pregnancy, he never left you alone.

Andrea was over the moon to know you two were having a child and instantly he was trying to babyproof the house, though you told him there was plenty of time to do so later. The next day, he had come home with many different books on how to look after babies and how to be a good father. He was so focused on doing well for them that it had been days since he last played the violin.

He was so careful around you as well, trying to make sure you weren’t doing anything that could put stress on you and doing everything he could to make your every day more comfortable, though some days it could become overbearing.

What you were more concerned about, though, was Andrea feeling like he would be replaced in your affections. Though he never would admit it, he loved to be your baby, being so needy for you and now that he was becoming a dad, he felt like he had to be responsible and not needy like he used to be. Though in the mornings you always awoke to him curled up in your arms, his face resting by your chest, wanting to suck on your breasts.

You suppose no matter what, something’s could never change in a guy.

It was in the evening when it happened. You and Andrea had just snuggled into bed, your arm wrapped around him as he lent into your shoulder. His eyes wouldn’t leave your breasts. His hand slowly reached out and palmed them, then looked up at you for permission.

“You know you can suck on them if you want Andrea,”

“Thank you mamusiu,” he murmurs, giving you a shy smile before pulling your top down to expose your breasts, which had swelled in the recent weeks. His delicate hands came to cover them briefly, squeezing the tissues in his palms to feel their warmness.

After a few minutes of fondling them, Andrea moved forward and took one nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, and then sucked.

Then you both let out a cry of surprise as Andrea pulled back. Just as he sucked, you felt something come out of you, something you had never felt before. While as Andrea had started to suck, he suddenly felt some liquid in his mouth and pulled back in shock.

Both of you stared as a drop of white breast milk formed on the top of your nipple, gleaming in the light.

“I must have started lactation early,” you murmur to yourself, moving to cradle that sensitive breast. You expected Andrea to say something in return, but he remained silent and eventually, you turned your head to look at him and realised his eyes were focused on the drop intently as he licked his lip absentmindedly.

Though he had only tasted it for a split second before pulling back, it had tasted wonderful on his tongue and he instantly was hit with a craving to taste more.

“Andrea?”

He was pulled from his thoughts and instantly looked away from you, blushing. “Sorry, y/n…”

“D-do you want to taste it?”

His face glanced back to yours, eyes wide at your statement. “Y-You sure?”

You smirk at him and nod, “Go ahead, Andrea,”

Hesitantly, he dipped his head down again and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He started sucking, and your hand instantly grasped his hair to hold him close to you as you felt him beginning to suck the milk out of your breast. Andrea’s eyes immediately fluttered closed as he drank the milk, delighting in the sweet taste of it as it warmed his throat.

He started to suck intently, letting out little moans as his lips moved over your nipples, trying to drink everything he could from it, determined not to miss a spot.

His tongue flicked your nipple as well to make you shudder, but mostly he sucked until no more milk flowed out of your nipple. Slowly you pulled away, and you chuckled, seeing a drop of milk on his lower lip. You moved your hand to hold his chin as you wiped the droplet of milk with your thumb and stuck it into his mouth so he would suck your thumb while he started in your eyes.

After you pulled your thumb away from him, your hand returned to his hair, stroking him.

“Did you enjoy that, Andrea?”

“More than anything,”

“Well, there is still one more for you to drink from love,”

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[shmaptainwrites]

hehe hi can i request “we're with family and can't kiss but let's sneak into your old room for a minute” with my sweet baby andrea ?

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes (just pretend that continues for like a really long time and you’ll get how excited i am) (also I'm so sorry if this is a little ooc)

andrea marowski x gn!reader

Chistmas time was always a treat. Being with family, sitting around a warm fire and exchanging gifts, no matter how small. This year was special though. It was the first time you had decided to bring someone home.

Your older sisters and brother were all already married and some even had kids, but you were the youngest and the last to find someone as it seemed.

You knew this year was going to be hectic, kids adults, seniors all crammed into a small home, but that was part of the charm, you just had to be sure to tell that to Andrea.

The night before you came into town you found yourself a phone, calling your parents and trying to explain to them they really needed to be on their best behaviour.

"I really like him okay," you smiled softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip.

"I can't believe it, they're in love," your mother cooed on the other end.

"Yes, and if you love me then you'll go easy on him, okay? He's not from here, and he's been practicing his English like crazy for tomorrow,"

"Of course," your father assured. "We can't wait,"

And so the next day came and you were walking hand in hand with Andrea until you reached the front door.

He saw your tenseness and gave you an extra squeeze of your hand.

"Deep breath," he looked at you with a small smile and you nodded.

"Yeah, deep breath,"

Placing your hand on the handle you swung the door open and before you could say hello a gaggle of children, your nieces and nephews came and surrounded you, tackling you in hugs.

"Hey, guys!" you grinned, pressing kisses to each of their foreheads or cheeks.

"Mom! (N/N)'s got a boyfriend!" Cyrus called, and you rolled your eyes.

"Tattletale!" you picked him up, squeezing him in a tight hug. "And his name's Andrea,"

Andrea waved shyly to the boy who waved back before you put him down, now faced with your siblings and parents.

"(Y/N), finally decided to show up for a holiday?" your brother teased.

"Guys, enough of that, now would you like to introduce us?" your mother asked excitedly, pointing to the man standing by your side.

"Andrea," he said, holding out a hand for them to shake. "My name is Andrea Marowski,"

Your mother ignored his hand and pulled him instead into a hug, which after the shock had faded he accepted.

"Marowski? Where's that from?" your sister asked.

"Poland," he said proudly.

"And that you've got there?" your father asked pointing to his case.

"Dad!" you chided in a whisper.

"No, it's okay," Andrea assured you with a chuckle. "You tell them or me?"

"You go ahead," you nodded.

"It's violin," he explained. "I play,"

"Oh so you're a musician?!" your other sister exclaimed excitedly and he nodded. "You'll have to play for us!"

"Could you?" you asked, turning over to him and he nodded eagerly. "Okay, but first we should get some tea and sit down for a bit, we've been travelling a while,"

Your family nodded and moved aside, allowing for you to come to the kitchen and gather your bearings a bit.

"You okay?" you asked Andrea quietly while your family seemed to be busy arguing over some small trivial thing.

"Yes," he gave you a nod. "You worry too much,"

"I'm sorry," you apologized with a chuckle. "I just don't want them to scare you away,"

"Scare? Me?" he seemed to find that highly amusing. "I was dead, nothing scares me anymore,"

"Oh hush, you screamed last time we saw a spider," you pinched his cheek and he went a shade of pink.

Your mother came and interrupted your quiet conversation with two cups of tea and some conversation.

Eventually, as you had hoped you both became less the centre of things as they drifted off to tother topics.

Andrea was busy listening when he felt a gentle tug at his sleeve and looking down he saw your niece, Mariella.

"You said you play the violin?" she asked and Andrea nodded, turning his attention to her. "Can you show me?"

"Sure," he smiled, holding out his arms so he could pick her up and place her on his lap, opning the case that was resting next to him and showing her the instrument. "This is bow," he gave her the piece of wood with horse hairs strung tightly on it.

"And it helps make the sound?"

"Yeah, you got it,"

You had since then abandoned the coversation, watching how carefully he tended to your niece, addressing her curiosity with patience, it made your heart swell. If you were alone, you would kiss him, but given the amount of people in the house right now that made it a difficult task.

As soon as dinner came and went you quickly grabbed Andrea's hand and in the chaos dragged him to your childhood bedroom, closing the door shut behind you.

Andrea was already quickly distracted by your things, curious about the small toys and music boxes that lined the wall.

"Andrea?" you chuckled lightly and he turned around, like he was caught doing something wrong. "Come here," you motioned with your finger and he followed your directions, coming to stand in front of you. "I was hoping we might get a moment alone,"

"Oh, alone," he seemed to understand your thoughts, and came even closer, his hands holding your face and the rest of his body practically pressed against yours.

"Maybe next Christmas we won't have to hide away to do this," you whispered.

"Does that mean I get to marry you?"

"Just kiss me Andrea," you breathed out a chuckle and he finally obeyed, letting his lips rest against yours in a soft and gentle kiss.

When you parted slightly, his hands left the sides of your face and reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring, just a band, nothing special by counts of value, but it meant everything if he was asking what you really thought he was.

"I can marry you now?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know it's not um... fancy or pretty, but I promise I will buy another when I have more money,"

"Andrea," you cooed, "I don't care I think it's lovely," you breathed. "Yes, I'll marry you, hell, I'd marry you a thousand times,"

"But one is good for me," he joked and you rolled your eyes, bringing him in for one more kiss.

"Ich liebe dich," you murmured against his lips. "I love you, Andrea,"

"I love you too,"

"Hey (N/N)!" you could hear Cyrus on the other side, baning onto the door.

"We better leave," you chuckled. "Cyrus! Get outta here!" you shooed him away and waited for the steps to retreat before slipping out of the room, a new piece of jewlery glistening against your previously empty ring finger. You wondered if anyone would notice.

[scuttle-buttle]

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski x GN!reader

WC: 2140

Rated: G

Tags: fluff, the sweetest boy, slight angst/hurt/comfort but only if you squint really, longing, polish (from Google, translation at the end)

Inspired by @nonamec0s

🎻

The feel of his lips on yours burnt into your skin as though he kissed you only a moment ago. You brought your hand up to touch your mouth. Weeks had gone by since the day at the train station.

The two of you had grown so close over the few months since Andrea had been rescued by the sisters down the road. You had met one afternoon while dropping off some fresh bread and cake to Ursula and Janet. After hearing of their young guest you figured it would be a nice and helpful gesture. Even so, you weren't prepared for the softest brown eyes and sweetest smile you had ever seen.

Andrea had taken a liking to you. The sisters invited you around often after that, hoping that someone around his age would be good for his recovery. You spent your days teaching him english; he spent his playing you the most beautiful music on the borrowed violin.

Over time you got closer. He learned a new piece because you'd said it was your favorite and reminded you of your late parents. You made raspberry jam biscuits weekly because you knew he loved them so much after he ate a whole batch in one day. Your conversations became less outspoken and more hushed; little whispered words and jokes only meant for one another. Each day you sat closer and closer to one another, legs and shoulders eventually touching, ignoring propriety. You couldn't care less, as you had fallen so completely for your sweet summer boy.

You hadn't known about Andrea's own affection for you. Despite everyone else in town being privy to your collective feelings, you were both too shy to say anything, or to notice the other's lingering gaze.

When London came calling you urged him to go. No matter your own feelings you could never bring yourself to hold him back from his dream, his destiny. He would impress Boris Daniloff and he would become a famous violinist - you'd be damned if you came in the way of that.

You don't know if it was excitement or heartbreak you felt standing there next to the train. His companion, Mr. Daniloff's sister, was already waiting in the train carriage.

Andrea held you tight, his arms wrapped around your waist, your own around his shoulders. Neither of you cared what the others would think of they saw you holding each other. Soft tufts of neatly combed hair brushed your temple. He smelled vaguely of cinnamon and vanilla, likely from all the time he has spent in your kitchen while you baked. You didn't know what gave you the courage, but you kissed his cheek, just barely missing the corner of his mouth.

It was then that the dam broke. Your sweet, reserved Andrea tilted his face into you. His own lips, a little chapped, captured yours in the most delicate of caresses.

Breaking away you both searched each other's eyes for some sign that this was all a dream, that it was too good to be true.

The second kiss was less chaste; innocent, yet had more depth and insistence behind it. Andrea's lithe fingers cupped your face with the same reverence he so often used to play his beloved violin. A whistle from the locomotive made you jump apart.

"You need to go or the train will leave without you." You swallow back your tears with a smile.

"I come again," he said. "I promise." With a hurried kiss to the back of your hand Andrea hopped on the train.

The first days without Andrea were difficult. You eyed the ingredients in your pantry and icebox, unable to convince yourself to use them. So you did what anyone else would have done in your situation. You made a cup of tea and sat by the shore. No one could hear the sound of your tears so close to the ebbing waves.

His first letter arrived about two weeks after he'd gone. When the postman rang you were beyond yourself with joy. Mr. Daniloff had been most impressed and introduced Andrea to the orchestra he belonged with. He was so moved by Andrea's skill that he not only requested he finish the tour, but even asked that he perform a solo.

The first letter had most definitely lifted your spirits. Life got easier, knowing that your Andrea was out there pouring his heart and soul into his music, but also that he still thought of you.

You settled into a routine after. The melancholia never fully subsided, but you knew he still thought of you daily. Every couple of weeks you would receive a letter from Andrea. Sometimes he would even send small trinkets from the city he performed in. You wrote back as much as you could, but it was hard with his schedule to know exactly where to write to and if he would receive it before leaving. In one letter you even included a small portrait of yourself. He kept it in his violin case.

You were sitting at your kitchen nook when the bell rang. The postman handed you a rather large envelope, this time addressed from the United States. Finding your place at the table you began to read.

Moja miłość,

I miss you every day more. I receive your letter and I am so happy to hear that Christmas was good for you. Perhaps next year we can do it together. Mama used to make pierniki. I can show you when I am home.

New York is beautiful. The buildings are so tall and there are so many people. I meet another Polskie! It was good to have something of Poland. I wish you could see. I will bring you next time I promise.

There is a gift here. I see it and think of you. I will come soon. I miss you.

Yours,

Andrea

You smile. His English really is improving. Pushing aside the wrapping you uncover a small illustrated book of sorts. 'Time Magazine' it reads.

Taking a few moments you flip through the magazine. Pictures of the United States give you a glimpse of what life is like there. Several news and popular culture articles fill you in on the state of things across the pond. And in the middle of the book sits a plucked and pressed yellow flower, sandwiched between a set of American recipes for bread pudding and something called a 'Coca Cola cake'.

Pulling out your stationary set, you begin to pen a response. A note within his package stated that Chicago, USA would be the next tour stop in a few weeks. Hopefully you could write and send it off today and it would arrive in time.

My dearest Andrea,

I hope this letter finds you in time. My, I feel as though every letter I write to you begins the same... I miss you more than I could ever hope to write. The words would never be enough.

Nothing has changed much here in Cornwall. Janet and Ursula are well and send their regards. They are so proud of you, as am I. I am so glad you have found New York to be agreeable, I love the gift you sent. Although, I must admit the flower is my favorite part. I have decided to use it to mark my place in my newest book.

I look forward to you teaching me your mother’s recipe. I have no doubt it will be delicious. Perhaps when you come home I will even make that pudding from the magazine. I’ll need someone there to help me taste it.

Come home soon my love.

//

Moja miłość,

The tour will be done soon I think. Then I will come back to you. The city is nice but too loud. There is a ‘skyscraper’ they call it with so many floors. My neck hurt to look up so much. Chicago has snow too like in Poland. When we come I will take you here.

I miss your cakes. You too, more. Mama would be happy to know I met someone like you. At night when I feel sad I look at your photograph. You are so beautiful, moja kochanie. They took a picture of me playing so I put it here for you to think of me too. I am counting the days until spring. Then I will come find you.

Yours,

Andrea

//

My dearest Andrea,

The days are getting longer here, spring is around the corner. I can feel it in the ocean breeze, but I long to feel your arms again instead. The stars are brighter in the night sky. They remind me of you, shining bright in the darkness of this world. I know we look at the same sky, even so many miles apart. There is so much I wish to be able to do and say with you.

I love the picture you sent. I keep it next to my bed so that I may fall asleep thinking of you. In my dreams we are together again.

Hurry home, my love.

//

Moja miłość,

I have three cities to perform in. Then I am yours always. We will not have to be apart again. I do not think I can. I look at the sky now because of your letter. I think we are like two stars in the sky. Close but very far away. My English is better but I do not know if I use it well when I say these things. Sometimes my Polskie explains better.

Kocham cię z całego serca. Moja muzyka nic nie znaczy, jeśli nie słyszysz, jak gram. Chcę ci pokazać świat. Chcę zawsze z Tobą być.

I promise I will be home soon. I will come.

I am yours kochanie,

Andrea

//

My love,

How romantic of you to write to me in Polish when you know I don’t speak a lick of it! I sent off for a translation but my efforts have not been fruitful. We English are not well versed in eastern languages. I suppose you will have to tell me yourself when you return.

I hope and I pray that day is soon. I do not think my poor heart can take much more time away from you. The blossoming flowers in the garden make me think of you. I often sit outside when I have my tea and biscuits. I make the raspberry ones you are so fond of. In truth - it is you that is sweeter than my cakes, not me. No one is sweeter than you my dear Andrea. Sometimes I fear our affection for one another would give me a toothache.

Please be home soon my love.

Once more the letters stopped arriving. This time you did not fear over his whereabouts or intentions. You knew he was the purest soul, that if he made a promise he would go to the ends of the earth to make it true. You assumed the tour was coming to a close. He must be busy with traveling and closing preparations of some sort. Any day now you expected to hear from him.

The sunshine warmed your face as you sat on your little garden bench. Tall grasses and flora swayed in the breeze. You could smell the salt from the shore down below the edge of your property. Gulls cawed overhead.

You think back to all those months ago when you first met Andrea - it had been almost a year now. The months of his soft smiles, his little giggles when you said something silly, the way he would always play for you while you made him cakes and sweets, the way he never once had anything negative to say. He warmed you more than the sun ever could.

You imagined the life you could have with him. Quiet mornings over a cup of tea, walks along the coast as the sun sets, him showing you all the new and fantastic cities he had visited on his tours, being able to fall asleep in each other's arms every night. Finding yourself so content in your thoughts you don’t hear the rustle of footsteps behind you.

“I told you I would come home.”

A breathy laugh escapes you at the sound of that accent you love so much. Turning, you see your Andrea, bouquet of wildflowers in hand, waiting a few meters behind where you sit. Nothing needs to be said as you bound over to him, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can bear. His sniffles against your neck mix with the sound of your own.

You stand there just holding each other until the sun falls beneath the horizon; sharing delicate kisses and whispers of love and hope and happiness that only the two of you can hear.

GT translations:

"my love"

"sweetheart"

"I love you with all my heart. My music means nothing if it is not you hearing me play. I want to show you the world. I want to be with you always."

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What are you headcanons for kinks that the sub Danny boys? have 👀

Minors DNI 18+ obviously

Apologies that I took so long to answer this, but... finally it's ready. These are also kinda long but I had a lot of fun. Enjoy!

Zemo:

Zemo is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. I feel like sub Zemo would be into anything you suggest to him, as long as it ends up with you on top. He likes bondage and blindfolds, having any kind of sensory deprivation or being restricted. Maybe even a gag, because we all know that boy loves trying mansplain/manwhore his way out of situations all the time and he would enjoy having you take that ability away from him for once. He loves you tying him up and gagging him while you tell him what a slut he is for you.

Laszlo:

Oh Laszlo, the subbiest boy. This man is so touch-starved and craves any kind of touch or affection. Praise kink all the way, poor Laszlo would get horny as soon as you started praising him for even the simplest things. "Oh Laz, you look so cute today." "Oh, Laz, you work so hard! Look at you!" He'd get all blushy and shy, but you'd just keep praising him because he deserves all the love. And oh yes he also has a mommy/nursing kink, and his fixation on your breasts is something that doesn't go unnoticed. I mean, he just loves your breasts and wants to be comforted by the feeling of clutching onto you and suckling on your beautiful chest as you coo soft praises to him all night. At the right times, I think he would also have a humiliation kink, mainly just teasing him about how needy the formidable Dr. Kreizler is for you.

Niki:

Ah yes, the little racing machine. Niki's a stubborn ass, but he's your stubborn ass. I feel like Niki is a bit of an enigma, and what he likes varies on the day. Sometimes, he's into rough stuff, like slapping and spanking, anything that's pushing him to the limits in the bedroom when he's being a brat. Even if it's just you manhandling him around in his racing suit, the challenge thrills him. Usually, this is when he's hyped up before or after a race. Other times, Niki is a little more soft, especially if he had a long week with a bad race or a fight on the track that just mentally drained him. Maybe it was something that a journalist said that hurt him more than he let on. But, Niki trusts you enough to be vulnerable. This Niki is a sucker for soft, romantic, comforting sex with lots of praises and reassurance. He would love you to order him to get on his knees and eat you out, slowly, and to not think of anything else. He would love to be taken out of his head, let the buzz of his adrenaline do something else for once, going dumb with only pleasure and his need for you in the moment.

Andrea:

Andrea is a little baby puppy boy. He's completely into puppy play, and he would enjoy being your puppy. He'd want you to get him a little collar, and a leash, so you could tug him around in private moments. In public, he enjoys little pets on the head, or small but suggestive touches that fluster him and make him want to get to the bedroom soon. He is very into overstimulation, and he loves it when you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him until he's crying and exhausted. He loves cuddles and lots of sweet aftercare after this, and begs you to do it again tomorrow.

Ernst:

Oh Ernst, another stubborn one. He enjoys any kind of manhandling. Grab the front of his jumper, slam him against a wall or hold him down as you kiss him aggressively. He's all heart eyes and loving the power you have over him. I can see him as enjoying facesitting, as it's very physical and he gets to enjoy your domination while also enjoying the challenge of pleasing you. Ernst gets possessive and jealous easily, especially with Volkov constantly teasing him around you, so he would also enjoy some reassurance in the form of dirty talk. "Oh, Ernst, you do such a good job pleasing me." "Ernst, no one feels as good as you." He'd be trying so hard to last for you even though your words would be driving him crazy.

Alex Garel:

There was a post awhile back that described Alex being into electrostimulation, and I can't get that out of my head. It's so accurate. Alex would looove electrostim. It's high tech and erotic, and it gives him such a novel sensation that he can't help but be drawn to it. Every once in awhile, you would drag him away from his work for an intense electrostim session, slowly coaxing him into an overstimulated state. Then you'd finally bring him to an intense finish, and Alex would feel like he'd just ascended to heaven. That boy doesn't have many kinks, and he usually likes things romantic and vanilla, but electrostim is a guilty pleasure for him.

Sebastian Zollner:

Ah Sebastian, brattiest of them all. Sebastian loves being snarky and talking back to you until you have to give him a punishment. He really enjoys being pegged, just having you rail him into the mattress as he's being whiny and loud and way too dramatic. Sometimes, when he's been especially naughty, you don't give him the satisfaction of using the strap on. Instead, he gets spanked, and he has to count each one. You may start over, many times. He also likes having his hair pulled, especially when you yank him around by it. That man is also a puppy boy, and he enjoys it when you order him to crawl on his hands and knees like the needy pup he is.

Alex Kerner:

Alex, like any teenage boy, is always horny. You could say the littlest suggestive thing to him and he'd be instantly horny. I could see Alex with an exhibition kink. Nothing extreme, but he would enjoy having sex in random places where someone might walk by, or might discover the two of you in a secluded location. If you're laying on the couch together at his apartment, with his Mom and sister and Rainer in the next room, he'd be thrilled by a quick handjob under the blanket as you tease him, telling him not to be loud or you'll be caught. The faces of pleasure he would make, and his little gasping breaths would be more than enough to satisfy you until the two of you could do more in private.

David Kern:

Oh David, such a sweetie. This boy is the ultimate sub. He might be into something more like a full time dom/sub relationship as a kink. David is so anxious and nervous all the time, so he really likes when you make all the decisions for him. Even if it's as simple as telling him which coffee to get at the café on your morning outing together. David loves it when you tell him what to do so that he doesn't have to worry. Other than this, he also really, really enjoys being praised and touched, no humiliation or rough stuff with this boy. He loves it when you run your hands through his hair, and sometimes he'll fall asleep if you're cuddling and giving him a head massage. David enjoys it when you touch him lovingly, like smooshing his cheeks between your hands, or guiding him around in public with your hand on his lower back. He'll start blushing and stutter in public if you do something that flusters him, but you reward him later with kisses and lots of reassurance.

Konrad Koch:

Konrad is a playful sweetheart, his personality is so bright and happy and he is probably the one in your relationship that brings the fun into the bedroom. Exploring new things would be fun with him, and he would laugh or make jokes until the two of you got it right. But even though he's never self-conscious, and almost never gets flustered, you know his guilty pleasure. Konrad would be really into erotic humiliation. The man can be playful all he wants, but as soon as you order him to do something alone and without you, he becomes more self-conscious and shy. His favorite thing is when you order him to masterbate while you watch. He's usually so confident, but having your eyes on him so intensely makes him feel exposed and flustered, and he enjoys the feeling of being put on display for your pleasure as you tell him what to do.

And...scene! If y'all want me to add a Danny character to the list just drop a comment.

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

Andrea × Fem!Escort

word count - 1,526

WARNING - (NO MINORS PLS), escorts, sex, no protection, fluff

Prompt - You are an escort that is being followed around by a lost puppy, Andrea. He constantly pays you just to talk and loves your attention. After he really wins you over with his violin skills you decide to win him over with your own skills

     This young man has been bothering you for months. Always following you like a puppy. You assumed he was there for the reason most men were there. But, it was as if he didn't know what your occupation was. Even though he did pay to spend time with you. Being in a place with paper thin walls, you can definitely hear moans from the other rooms. 

      Perhaps he was being a gentleman? Or maybe he was just blindly crushing on you. But, that felt too big headed to think of. You just kept going along with it. Unsure how to stop this weird constant encounter with him. However, before you could even think of a way to stop it. Boom, he was in your motel room again. Though this time he brought along his violin. Which was new to you. Andrea hushed your questioning lips. Soon playing a special little piece he wrote. 

     As you sit there, in the middle of the bed. Wearing a laced up turquoise bra and silk shorts to match. You keep your hands folded in your lap as you listen attentively. Your eyes sort of glisten with emotion from how beautifully he played. Once he finished you quickly make sure you look put together. Not wanting to show how much the piece moved you. 

"You're quite the player."

"Thank you.. I hope you don't mind me writing more songs just for you. I..—You uhhh.. What do you call it…inspirować.." Andrea mumbled in an awkwardly frustrated tone. Unable to find the perfect words to use. 

"I-In..spiro..wac?" You question. 

"Heh.. W-Well you make me want to write more pieces to play."

"ah! So I inspire you?"

"Yes! Inspire.. inspirować!" Andrea smiled brightly. 

     Fuck, why was he so sweet to you? Today especially, it bothered you. You wanted to know what he wanted. So better ask now before this overwhelming feeling of frustration ended. "Why? Why are you so nice? I mean.. You don't wanna fuck me? So why be here?"

     Spontaneously, his face grew flush with nerves. "Because I like you a lot.. And I don't need to— do such things to show you my feelings." He shrugged shyly. Hoping it didn't sound too sappy to you. Since you were so rough around the edges. Still, he couldn't help but adore that about you. 

     Now was your turn to blush. His answer made you fall quiet. You still sit there, not moving an inch. There was a way you wanted to show him appreciation. Which was the thing you were best at. Something you felt pretty proud of. Lifting your hand up slowly. Along with the other, to unclip your bra from the front. Revealing your small yet full breasts. Causing Andrea to nearly drop his violin. He quickly averted his eyes as he put away his instrument. 

"W-What are you doing?" He asked in a flustered manner. 

"You've stopped by here everyday for a month. Paying just to talk and now play me music? I wanna give you something special." You smirk. 

"But.. I, I don't want you for your body…I want you.. For you."

"I know.. That's why I wanna have sex with you. Not for the money.. Because I like you a lot." You say as you crawl over to the edge of the bed. 

     He glanced over his shoulder at you. As you beckon him with a few curls of your index finger. Sitting up on your knees as he slowly approaches you. He did his best to keep eye contact with you. Which you found rather sweet. But the mischievous part of you wanted to toy with him a bit. 

"Hey, eyes down here." You point to your chest as you giggle. 

Andrea chuckled shyly as he looked away. "I'm n-not used to this.." 

"Wait, are you a virgin, baby? Because I'm happy to pop that cherry of yours."

      Andrea's eyes slightly widen at your words. As his gaze connected to yours and he nodded. He really never had done anything like this before. So you help him start by reaching over and grabbing his hands. Moving them up to her breasts. Making him cup the soft of her chest. Andrea kept his eyes on yours. When you let go of his hands. They stay up against your chest. Gaining a nice firm grip, squeezing them gently. 

"Mmh..That's it baby. Now let me get a good taste of those lips." You mumble in a hushed tone. 

     You reach up and cup his face. Andrea leaned in along with you. Your lips met and the two exchanged soft kisses. Which soon turns to heavy deep smooches. Filling the room with kissing sounds. Andrea starts massaging your breasts. Earning some sweet muffled moans from you. Which excited the young man more. His kisses start to trail down your neck. You smirk to yourself as he grows more frisky. 

"That's it.. Just follow your instincts." You sigh softly against his ear. 

     Andrea paused for a moment. His hands leave your chest as he pulls back. Cocking his head to the side with a faint smile. Biting his bottom lip as he looks you up and down. "Could you lay on your back, for me?" 

Your eyes light up with excitement. "Yes, baby. I sure will, just— only for you, Andrea."

     Those words hit him hard as he did only want you. Having you all to himself would make him very happy. As those happy thoughts flowed through his mind. He began to remove his pants. The sound of his belt becoming unbuckled got you throbbing. Your hips slightly shift as you pull off your silky shorts. So you were fully nude now. Ready for him whenever he was ready. 

     Andrea blushed at the sight of you. His eyes glued to your core. It looked to be soft and had a nice pastel pink tint to it. The way it glistens lets him know how wet you really were. Making his stiffening shaft harden more. As it starts to stand up on its own. Causing his boxers to protrude significantly. 

"Make me yours baby.. Fuck me with that passion you used to make that song for me." You demand in a hushed tone. 

His brow creased as he lightly shook his head. "I want to make love to you my sweetheart..that's the only passion I have for you, Piękno."

     You practically felt your heart skip a beat. You weren't sure what that foreign word meant. Though, you figured it was definitely something sweet. So you didn't dare question it. All you wanted now was for him to be inside of you. Laying there with your arms extended towards him. He leaned down into your embrace. As he pulled his boxers down enough to free his erection. 

     Andrea tried to simply use his hips to guide himself inside of you. However, you assisted him with your hand. Soon you felt his hardened appendage fill you nicely. A deep gasp was released by your lover. He whimpered at how warm and wet you felt around his girth. Shyly hiding his face against the side of your neck. 

"Feels nice, huh? Don't be shy..go on and start fuc—making love t..to me." You murmured. 

     Feeling sort of timid by using such a word. The usual guys you slept with were so rough. They liked using the term 'fuck' and liked to do it straight away. This was all so new to you. However, you really were enjoying it. 

     A moment later, Andrea did as you instructed. He began to pump his hips slowly against you. As your thighs caged his hips. You moan softly at each hump. Your hands grip the back of his shirt tightly. Andrea's arms wrap snug around your torso. You closed your eyes as you listened to his soft cries of pleasure. It was the thing that nearly turned you on the most. They were so adorable to you, you smiled lightly. 

"Mmm f-fuahh..fuck. Harder.. Please.." You purr in pleasure. 

      Almost instantly he moved his hips faster. Making the bed creak with all the movement that was going on. His cries grew louder as he grew closer to cumming. You could feel the way his cock throbbed. So you decided to throw in some nice tight kegels to add some new sensations for him. 

"Oh w-wow! You're g-gonna make me— ah! I-I need to pull ou…"

      You wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Keeping his pelvis connected to your. "Cum in me…"

     You could barely finish your sentence before you felt a warm rush. His breath hitched in your ear. His arms squeeze around you, but soon loosened. As his orgasm fell and he could finally start to pant. Andrea pulled back to look you in the eye. You were caught off guard by his sad expression. 

"What's wrong?" 

"You didn't.. Get off?"

You sigh in a lighthearted manner and give him a warm smile. As you brush your fingers through his hair. "Shh, it's okay baby. You'll have many more chances to make me cum..but for now get some rest, love."

[mysoftboybensolo]

Now I Understand

A/N: A little drabble of a thought I had, and so I wrote it up. I was sort of inspired by a quote Judi Dench had said when interviewed saying how Ursula never had a failed love affair or anything, as well as the scene when she sneaks into his room and he opens his eyes when they left. If you haven’t seen the movie, first of all please do, it wonderful, and second, then you may be a bit lost because this was written with knowledge of the story beforehand.

Summery: Ursula’s feelings for the young violinist was very clear to her sister Janet, but what if it was clear to someone else? What would Andrea think of the older woman’s feelings towards him?

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33053077

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, bittersweet ending.

There was no doubt that the sisters cared for him. From the moment they brought him into their home, they welcomed him, nourished him, clothed him, loved him. It was more than Andrea could have hoped for, especially when his last conscious thoughts were that he was going to drown, never going to America, never play the violin again, never see nor feel the sun’s warmth. And he received more than the sun’s warmth when he woke, he was loved.

It was Ursula who he had seen first, Ursula who helped him to learn English, who sat and kept him company as he was confined to the bed. One would have thought it was a devoted love that a woman would have for a son she never possessed, but Andrea wondered sometimes. In the beginning, when he was still unfamiliar with the English language, he’d watch the sisters, trying to learn their body language, read their eyes and hear their tones, trying to understand them deeper than words. But as he learned English more, he came to understand that they, especially Ursula, were concerned for him, and the concern reminded him of his mother, of home.

He didn’t know that as he laid his head on her lap how it made her heartbeat wildly, how it made her understand how she had never had any romantic love in her whole life. No unrequited love, no failed love affairs, she had nothing. It was too late, and it was unfair. But some solace was found when she brushed her hand against his hair, and for a moment, they both were comforted.

He didn’t know why the sisters seemed to be standoffish towards Olga, he had assumed it was because she was a stranger, because of their motherly love for him and he thought it amusing at first.

But then, his thoughts changed. He had only managed to settle in the bed and nearly was asleep, when he heard the door creak open slightly. Andrea didn’t move, not thinking much since it was a drafty little cottage, but then he heard soft padding against the floor and a sudden whiff of flowers filled his nose. Still unmoving, he heard the soft voice of Janet whispering for Ursula to come back to bed. Only when the door closed did he open his eyes.

He looked back, as if wondering if it really did happen or was it just a dream? Laying back down, his thoughts began to run away with him. No, it couldn’t be possible, he thinks, why would a lovely and refined older lady such as Ursula be interested in a mere Polish boy like him? The morning came and he found that Ursula did not join for breakfast, which worried him, for he thought she was unwell, but Janet merely said that she hadn’t slept well and for him to not worry. How could he not worry? She had helped care for him and teach him and comfort him, and now she needed being cared for.

He pushed it out of his mind when he visited Olga and was lost in the spell of her, then saddened when she did not return his own feelings and returned to the cottage. He let it be known to them that he knew about Danilof, of how he knew they didn’t tell them, and he felt terrible for being angry the moment he saw the deep pain in Ursula’s eyes as she ran out of the room.

“Now do you understand?” Janet asked, answering his question for why they didn’t tell him. He sat on the bed, and once again, he thought of the night before. Was it true? Was he right in the assumption of…? Janet didn’t seem to notice or think that Andrea knew, so he did not speak his growing suspicions, nor ask any questions.

He found her by the sea, sitting and staring out into the glistening waters and he sat beside her. He wanted to say…what? I am sorry for yelling at you, most certain, I am sorry for having bad thoughts of you both as I returned home, perhaps, I am sorry for your feelings for me, wouldn’t dare. All he could say was that he was sorry and hoped that it could be enough. She says it’s alright, that everything is forgiven. Perhaps, but nothing will be the same.

After that, he looks at her with a different set of eyes, now that he too has experienced the ache of unrequited love. He can feel her tender gaze even from the back of his head as Janet cuts his hair, he feels the extra warmth in her hands whenever their hands touch, he hears the rise in her voice when she tries to speak to him in his native tongue. Andrea reveals nothing, lets on not a hint that he is beginning to understand, that he starts to see what was there before him, and life goes on as usual.

He sometimes wonders, if she was younger or if he was older, could they ever be, could it ever work? But there was no point in wondering; he was not older, she was not younger, and he couldn’t change the feeling to match hers and it pains him every time he thinks of it. He sees there is a restrained adoration that she is barely holding back, and it always breaks his heart anew to think that he cannot give what she wants.

If he knew that he was leaving for London that day, that it would be the last time he’d see them, he would have made a proper goodbye, maybe even given her a kiss to express his gratitude, something for her to carry. But it all happened at once, and well, when you love someone, you’d go with them without much thought if they beckoned you to come. Even though he was happy to be sitting next to Olga on the train, his thoughts were with his ladies in lavender, thinking of how worried they must be, how he will have hurt them for not saying goodbye, particularly Ursula. He thinks of her tears, her heart break, it’s these thoughts that keep him up at night and it leaves him broken at the image.

As soon as he could, he writes to them, letting them know he is alright, that he is safe and thinks of them. This isn’t a lie, they are always in his thoughts, Ursula the most, for he knows that this had to have been a terrible blow to her, imagining how much she must have cried when he was gone, how perhaps she slipped from her own bed into his, dreaming of that night and inhaling the lingering scent on the pillow. He gives them the painting Olga made, a poor substitute for him, and a chance to hear what their kindness has done, having given him life and the ability to use it, and a chance to give her a proper goodbye. He will play for them, for them alone, and he hopes that somehow, they will know, that she will know.

The night of, he recalls back to all the times with Ursula, her kindness and warmth and how he wishes he could see her once more, just to be sure that all was well, to know that she forgives him. It’s strange, but when he stepped on the stage, he thought he could feel them close by and he becomes lost in the music, playing his heart out for them, for her. He doesn’t expect to see them there, standing before him, not wearing their usual frocks, but lovely evening gowns and looking very proud. He kisses them, Ursula first, and he smells that same floral scent from that night in his room, and all he could think of was just how wonderful everything is now. His eyes somehow stay fixed on Ursula, wanting to watch and see how she was, to let her know that he sees her. They came for him, listened, and watched him perform, and he had so much to tell them, but one thing most of all.

A man wants to take him away to meet some people, he wants to stay, fearful that they will disappear, but the ladies insist and so he goes. Andrea looks back one last time and he knows that this is it. People keep pulling him further and further from the sisters, and he tries to be polite and good, but he must tell them, he must tell Ursula something. Andrea tries to find them, clinging to that slim chance that they stayed, but he knows in his heart that they are gone. As he steps out, looks up at the night sky, he wishes them well and a safe journey. But more importantly, he wordlessly says what he wanted to tell Ursula.

I am sorry, Ursula, I never meant to hurt you, never meant to give you feelings that couldn’t be returned. I do love you, perhaps not the way you wanted it to be, but a love that has changed me and will stay with me forever. Now I understand. Let tonight be some small part of me that you can keep, that you alone can have and carry with you forever.

He returns home, thinking that even if he never sees them again, he’ll never forget them, and will always keep Ursula in his prayers, because now, he understands. She taught him love, even if he couldn’t return it, she taught him what it meant to love someone and in that, she lives with him forever.

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[fuddlewuddle]

Not me uploading chapter four of the Andrea instalment of the Exception husbands verse and locking myself in horny jail immediately 🙃

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32957044/chapters/81940921

That mommy kink

[strwbsgirl]

ok fellas we need a formal investigation on any daniel bruhl characters (fanfiction preferably) we need some submissive alex from GBL or andrea or even zemo and lazslo idc i need it

[babybluebex]

modern!andrea marowski headcanons

a/n ↠ listen i need a soft boyfriend rn so have these (also, i wrote these in the aftermath of getting t-boned by a ford truck so,,, am not lucid)

first things first: he would make you HELLA spotify playlists

some are songs that make him think of you, some are obscure violin pieces bc he is a Prodigy™, and then the lone ABBA song every so often bc duh

(andrea loves ABBA and he is unashamed)

if he took you out to eat, he'd share his milkshake with you

get two straws and share it uwu

he'd also keep an extra jumper in his car bc if you ever get cold anywhere, he wants to be able to give you the warm one off his back and he'll get the spare whenever

yall would steal each other's clothes all the time

you steal his hoodies and jumpers and he'll take your tshirts

he puts the tshirt on his pillow and cuddles it when he's away performing and misses you

whenever you wear one of his hoodies, he'll pull the hood over your head and kiss your nose

he also likes to do that thing where you're laying down and wearing his sweatshirt and he just buries his head under the sweatshirt against your chest

he can and will (and has) fallen asleep like that

his dates always land at either end of a spectrum of Cute: either very thoughtful and carefully planned dinners where he does his hair and buys you flowers, or spur-of-the-moment "get in my car, we're driving out to the country to look at stars"

in the summer, when he brings you flowers, he'll pick them himself

on those car trips, he'd play really nice music like some soft hozier and girl in red, just good music and he'd sing to you and if any song from les mis comes on he'll scream it

les mis is his favorite musical fight me

but he'd bring a big heavy quilt to lay out on the ground and one od those grocery store cakes and yall would lay there and eat cake and point out constellations

sometimes, he'll text you like "put on a nice dress, i'm coming to get you"

and he'll roll up to your house with roses, wearing his tux, and take you to burger king bc that is like the sweetest thing ever to me djfnvow

but yeah we gotta talk about when he goes away

bc i see that he gets really successful from his violin bc in the modern world, there can't be someone as young and talented as him without the media going wild for him

so he'd get offers from different orchestras to perform with them and he literally can't say no

the night before a flight leaves, he'll come to your place and help you make dinner and just spend time with you

hold you and dance with you in the kitchen and kiss your neck

andrea is an awful cook. he puts his heart and soul into it and follows the directions but they're just not quite right

but if you complimented him on it he'd go all pink and just mutter a quiet "thank you"

the only cooking he's REALLY good at is traditional polish food, but he doesnt cook it often bc it makes him miss home a lot

he would call you and text you all the time when he was away and send you selfies

andrea has instagram and stuff but isnt very active, but he uses snapchat all the time bc he likes the little filters

you'd wake up to a bunch of snaps from him like "look at this dog!! :D" or "my friend in the violin section says hi!!"

facetimes when you're getting ready for bed

and you can tell he's sleepy too and his hair is all messy and his eyes are fluttery and you'll be telling a story and look over and see him drifting off and "dre?" and he sorta jolts awake "yeah, i'm here, i'm listening"

he likes being called andy but LOVES being called dre or drea

he'll melt if you call him drea during a tender moment like he has you caged under him on the couch and is tickling your neck with his eyelashes like "drea! i'm gonna cry, stop!" and he just melts into a puddle of love

he gets flustered so easily

hold his hand in public? flustered. praise his sick violin skillz? flustered. ask him to cuddle? flustered.

also, he LOVES orange tic tacs, and his kisses always taste like them

imagine him taking you to the fair

he would put on his little pursed lip concentrated face as he tries to win you a teddy bear and when he finally does it he's damn near about to cry cuz he like "i thought these games were rigged!!"

piggy back rides as hell

you'd introduce him to funnel cakes and its instantly his favorite thing ever

he'd take you on the ferris wheel and put his arm tight around you and let you bury into his neck if you were scared of heights

forehead kisses and soft kisses as hell

waking next to him in DIVINE

he sleeps in boxers and an old t-shirt and he'd pull you close when he wakes up and juts nuzzles his head between your shoulders

he likes to be big spoon and CERTAINLY will not say no to being little spoon

but his hair is all messy and he's bleary eyes and just a huge cuddle bug and will whine and whimper just awful when you try to get out of bed

"five more minutes, kochanie?"

"you said that five minutes ago, dre! i have to get ready for work"

and he pouts but kisses the back of your neck and lets you go

as you shower he makes you coffee (or tea) so that's hot and ready when you're done with your shower

and he'll kiss you as a secondary greeting and he's just

i just think that modern!andrea marowski 💕💕💕💕💕

[rumblelibrary]

Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

I know we all collectively as a fandom have decided that Andrea is a fluff ball lmao

but I'm rooting for him because...I don't know, like when he got angry when he found out about the letter and started to play the violin all annoyed and how he raised his voice and there is also the look that he gave Olga he gives me the feelings like~

Andrea spank me with that violin bow (we can buy a new one later)

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut (fingering, spanking, mentions of cheating)

Author’s note: Do I have to say something? I mean the request is amazing enough

It was just a day like any other in the little village, you opened your bookshop, a small little thing that your uncle run and you were proud to call it your precious jewel. 

You worked hard to keep it afloat, you went by bicycle to the bigger cities nearby to get the best books yourself or the classics, you were determined not to let it die on you, but it was every day harder.

It was almost the end of your day when you saw Mr Barnes come inside, he was a war veteran that suffered terrible injuries, but also an avid reader who would come even twice a week.

“Don’t you tell me you have already finished it, James”

You smiled at him and he shrugged, his playful smirk running over his lips. “I like this Agatha Christie author and her Belgian detective, what can I say?”

He was a player, you knew it and didn’t expect anything less from him, he is handsome and he knows it. But you never took him seriously and even less since a certain shipwrecked violinist made his way to your heart, but truth to be told, you indulged him. Sure, he was a passionate reader, but he loved to come and flirt with you and you need him and his coins to call it a day.

“Well, what’s next then?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the bookworm, aren’t you?”

His smirk was playful but you ignored it and smiled only moving away from the counter, making your away around the books to try the one you were meaning to offer him next. You always planned one in advance, or even two, just to make sure to give him enough attention but not too much.

“What about…” you begun, your tongue sticking a little put as you’re focused, eyebrows furrowed as you read the titles.

“You’d look even more the part with glasses” he interrupted you and you chuckled 

“I know, I know, I should wear them but..”

“No, I mean that you’d look even more attractive with them on”

You kept quiet as he moved closer, his arm leaning against the shelf in front of you as you mumbled a thank you.

He stared at you following your every move, your hand picking a thin book and handing it to him.

“The Great Gatsby” he read out loud “Is it new?” “No, just American, it was published in 1925”

He nodded looking at it as he moved page after page, his lips pursed in concentration as you tried to move past him, but he just stood still and board in front of you.

“What do you do after work?”

“Oh, well I have some chores to do at home, study new purchases for the shop”

“You always do” he said closing the book with a loud snap making you jolt in your spot

“Let’s have a date night, we could dine at the tavern and you can tell me more about those orders you always have to do” he said taking a step forward as you mimicked him taking a step back.

“Y/N” he murmured “we are dancing this dance from a long time, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

“You’re very attractive, still unmarried, incredibly tempting for every man in town, you should expect it”

The truth was that you weren’t completely far from anything love related, but Dr Mead advised you to keep your little ‘entanglement’ with Andrea s secret for the time being. Most people still didn’t get the difference of him being Polish and not German and it would only make your life harder for no reason. So you obliged, you closed the curtains at night when he sneaked into your room, you visited him often with the excuse of bringing him books, you pretend not to wish his touch on you every time of the day.

“I said I can’t already”

You took the chance to move past James and take the broom to clean.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as his eyes travelled on you. He was patient, but not that patient, nevertheless you were a delicious eye candy to his eyes. He put his hand to his pocket still holding the book into the other one. He pulled out some coins and left them on the table, there was also a tip from you.

“I like this game Y/N” he said bluntly to you and he looked at the book “also. such a small book makes me think you want me to come back soon”

You looked at him, you matched his smirk, oh he loved to be kept on the edge, didn’t he?

“See you next week” you only said and he gave you a light military salutation to you saying something about being at your orders.

You smirked biting the inside of your cheek as you enjoyed the game for sure, or the dance as he called it, but you were realising how you had to probably tone it down. He was liking it a bit too much and going over the simple play, plus you were losing the plot of it since Andrea came into the picture.

After you closed the day, recorded all the sells and cleaned the shop you wrapped yourself up in a coat, taking an easy children book for Andrea to practice with. On your way out you noticed some scattered flowers on the ground, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You made your way to Ursula and Janet’s house, the violin being played out loud, a very dramatic and strong melody going off, almost violent.

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

“Oh Y/N, please try to talk to him, at least you know German” she said and you looked at her confused “he went out for a walk and came back so angry, he shouted at poor Ursula, she is so bumped, I can’t look after the two of them” Janet said in her own way that made it sound almost funny, if not sarcastic.

You nodded taking off your coat and hat, you walked upstairs holding the book with you, the music getting louder as you took the stairs until his room, you got inside without knocking because it would be impossible for him to hear anyway. The first thing you noticed was his back wrapped in that white shirt and the pants kept up by his suspenders. You still remember vividly the first time you pulled those suspenders off his shoulders, it is still one of your favourite things to do as a prelude of what is about to come.

“Andrea” you called him as you closed the door behind your back, locking it just because you know how much Ursula likes to peak in.

He turned around suddenly, almost scaring you off as he held his violin in one hand and the thin bow into his other hand, his eyes on fire, jaw clenched and his back straight like a soldier.

“You bezwstydny” he shouted at you and you looked at him even more confused “schamlos” he said then in German.

“Shameless? Why?” You asked frowning, you had the luck to know German because your family immigrated to Cornwall before the WWI to join your uncle’s business, but that didn’t help when Andrea was so mad to decide not to tolerate any other language by his own like now.

“I saw you” he said spitting venom “You think funny?”

“But what?”

“You with that man in bookshop!” He growled putting down the violin because it was at serious risk of being thrown on the floor.

You parted your lips in shock as he said that, so those flowers were his? 

“Did you come to pick me up?”

He nodded but his lips pressed against each other in disgust.

“Andrea, don’t make that face, he is just a client acting up”

“You act up”

You looked at him shaking your head “you don’t understand” you said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

His voice was different, his accent thicker than ever, there was no trace of the usual sweet smile, almost mischievous, that he always had on his lips.

He sat down on the chair were Ursula watched him for nights on “on my lap”

You frowned “no”

He raised his eyebrows “I think you not understand” he said threateningly “Are you playing with two men?”

You shook your head vehemently “You know it is not like this” you stated “I want only you”

He didn’t seem impressed, he pursed his lips in disbelief and let out a sarcastic chuckle twirling the bow between his fingers.

“Then prove it”

His accent hitting you again, you loved it, but the way he said it, that didn’t feel comforting.

You stared at him, you didn’t want to argue with him, he was already too mad and to hold a conversation was to ask too much.

So you obliged leaving the book aside and making your way to his lap sitting on it.

“No this way” he said wiggling underneath you to make you stand up

“gebückt” he said in German waving the bow to you. Oh, so he wanted you bent over it?

You stood uncomfortable for a moment but then you nodded again, you needed to get past this crisis, no?

So you moved your dress a bit to make your way onto his lap, you wanted to ask what now but then you felt distinctively the way he pulled your skirts up.

“Andrea” you hissed at him but by now he held you in that position pushing your panties down, the cold air hitting your bum, your cheeks bringing from embarrassment.

“You like play, so you get to be punish like little kid”

You blushed even more if possible, you wiggled but he held you down firmly until you stopped struggling and settled in the position he wanted.

“Repeat numbers in English for me” he said and you whimpered as he smacked that bow onto your ass earning a gasp, your shoulders trembled inward as it was more painful than expected.

“Number?”

“One” you replied immediately, how much do you have to count, you wondered.

You whimpered as other two snaps to the stick followed very quick together

“Andrea, please stop” “If you wanted me to stop you’d not act to earn it” his words an hiss between his teeth “we begin again now, you didn’t count”

You groaned but another slap reduced you to a forced obedience “one”

He smirked widely as he twirled the bow in his hand, you could’t see him but you could ear the way it cut the air around.

You obeyed and counted all the three snaps that followed, your breath itching and your hands trying to reach out to the floor to gain some advantage in the positioning, which still felt too embarrassing, the constrictive exposure of your bottom making you feel uneasy.

Andrea saw that movement and he reached down with his free hand clasping onto your jaw making you look up like some animal in need to be tamed. Another whip hit you.

“Five” you groaned as now your position felt even more humiliating, you shivered as he chuckled

“Now you will be good during more strokes, if you manage to come to dziesięć then you’ll be free”

You groaned, how much is that? The confusion in you was showing as your body stiffened. The unknown scaring you, your core clenched shamelessly, your wetness revealing a pleasure that was evident, a dirtiness of your own that you didn’t expect to meet.

“Only five more”

He whispered and smacked your ass again, you whined squeezing your eyes

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

“You like to be a tease, don’t you? You love it, showing off like a whore to that man, to all the men, you sell them the whole experience for few coins? You make them believe they can fuck you?”

He smirked hitting your ass again, your hips buckling against his leg as you were looking for relief from that desire

“Seven”

“You love it, you love to be desired by many don’t you?”

“Eight”

“You want them to dream of you at night, to desire to fuck you and smack your ass like I am doing now, these skirts only making them dream more”

“Nine”

You were sobbing by now, his hand on your jaw making it hard to breathe and speak

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

He smirked, he was pleased giving you one last whip, the hair of the bow falling down as some of them broke, oh you know too well how much that will cost you, Andrea wasn’t one to easily ruin something like that.

“Ten!”

You almost shouted it, your thighs trembling and knees kept closing and parting trying to find some relief.

Andrea leaned down kissing the back of your neck as he gave you time to calm down, let the humiliation sink in.

“Andrea” Ursula’s voice rang from behind the door “Are you quite alright? Dinner is almost ready”

“I am! Y/N and I need a moment” he said, his voice completely different and far from the dark threatening voice that poured over you a second before “We will be down in ten!” As he spoke he touched over your wet slit, how shamelessly you were patching his pants with all that excitement, so slowly began playing with you, you winced biting on the fabric of his tailored cloths trying to hold back any sound while those skilled violist fingers kept scissoring inside of you. “We haven’t done yet”

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #15 - Dry humping - Andrea

When you finally got the door opened into your home, both you and Andrea felt like collapsing on the ground. What had started off as a simple walk around the seashore turned into you two running errands for nearly the entire village, as the two of you just couldn’t say no. As soon as you had finished one task, like picking up some fish from the trading dock, you were then given another task such as going down to the shops to get the newspaper as they felt too ill to leave the house. All you could say was that you were lucky Andrea was with you, for he made good company.

Holding onto his arm, you dragged him into the living room and both of you climbed onto the sofa, lying down next to each other to just embrace one and other and cuddle for a bit as you slowly collected your energy again.

Honestly, you likely dozed off during your break, feeling at peace in Andrea’s arms. All you knew was that you were lying on your side, with Andrea’s chest pressed against your back, when you felt something poking into your side.

You groaned slightly and moved in Andrea’s arms, and that was when you heard him whimper behind you.

“Y/n…”

“Andrea, are you… are you turned on right now?”

“I can’t help it!” he whined, pushing his hips forward slightly to rub it against the material of your trousers.

“Andrea, I’m too… I’m too tired right now,”

“I know, it’s okay, maybe, maybe it might go down in a bit,”

You both knew it would take a while, and it wouldn’t exactly be pleasant for Andrea. But knowing he will do that for you because he knew you were too tired to do anything else warmed your heart.

“Look just, just hump into my leg, okay love, get yourself off that way,”

Though you couldn’t see it, Andrea moved his head up to glance down at you.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, Andrea, just be a good boy and do that for me so you can settle again,”

“Yes y/n,,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your face as he snuggles back down, pressing his body against yours tightly as his hand wraps around your waist.

He’s slow at first, slowly pushing his hips forward and back into you, rocking his erection against your ass, but he was young. He needed more sensations. Soon his breathing quickened as he rutted his hips harsher into your back, his hand clasping your skin tightly so you wouldn’t move too much from his thrusts. He whimpered, burying his face in your neck as he let a few moans leave his lips.

“There we go, that’s good, that’s good love,” you tell him, adding what little you could from your exhausted body. You felt the bulge grow bigger and twitch within Andrea’s slacks as he grew closer and closer to finishing, his hips now rutting into you as fast as he could. He let out a few ragged breaths, a final whine escaping him as he came in his pants, his hips staggering as he did so.

He rocked his hips gently a few more times, and then eventually, he stopped, panting from everything. Once he had recovered, he placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck and whispered a thank you. He snuggled into you again, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

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[fairyysoup]

rubbing my grubby little hands together about to present everyone with an andrea marowski x reader fic that absolutely no one asked for like a crow gifting a human with a shiny fruit roll-ups wrapper

[scuttle-buttle]

Hi! I just have one ask: how would Andrea react if he found out that his significant other is interested in learning to play an instrument?

Two words:

Excited. Puppy.

He would be so elated that you wanted to learn an instrument. He would try to subtly push for violin but if you really wanted something else he would still support that. He would already know the more general stuff on musical theory that he would help tutor you with, like learning to read music and postures and stuff like that. He would be so encouraging of you. I think he would even find music that you could duet on once you get some practice down.

[f1yogurt]

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