#andrea marowski x reader fluff

[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 💕💕💕💕💕

[sub-danny]

Imagine to find Andrea masturbating while wearing your night dress trying to get through a day without you and then you find him like that.

Maybe in the act or as he fell asleep after it and just nuzzled down wearing that nightgown

The nightdress

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Handjob, self handjob, voyeurism.

A/n: Sorry it's been a little while, first week at Uni is very busy but I managed to write this for you guys! 😊 I'm getting around to all the other headcanon and drabble requests, just bear in mind both will take me a while, especially drabble requests!

The day had dragged on, slowly draining all your energy till you felt like a zombie on the walk back to your house. You worked at the bookshop which you loved as not only were you surrounded by your favourite things, but in your small village, you would only get a few customers a day. Yet today, it seemed everyone in your village was determined to pick up the skill of reading and naturally, your simple bookshops was the prime location to start. You weren’t sure how many Jane Austin and Oscar Wilde books you had sold today, but you knew you would have to restock soon.

You knew you shouldn’t complain; after all, it was good for business at the end of the day, but you wished you didn’t feel so exhausted from dealing with everybody this afternoon. You were looking forward to getting as the sun set and being greeted by Andrea to cuddle with for the rest of the evening.

When you entered the door to your home, however, Andrea wasn’t there to greet you like he usually was. You frown as you cast your eyes over the living room, trying to see if for some reason Andrea was hiding or didn’t hear you come in, But you saw no such sign of him. You knew Andrea should be in, he didn’t say he was going out today, and usually, he was there to welcome you and hug you tightly, so his absence was concerning. Yes, you were late from work, but indeed you weren’t that late?

After checking each room to no success, you grasped the railing and started to walk up to the top floor of your house, pursuing you were there. It was when you reached around the halfway point of walking up the stairs did you hear the sounds of little gasps mixed in with some light whimpers emulated from your room.

You stepped lightly, inching towards the door to peek in and catch a glimpse of what Andrea was clearly doing, but inside was a sight to behold.

Andrea was spread out on top of your shared bed, his legs wide open as his back laid against the propped up pillows. He had put your rose pink nightie on, which was made out of silk and had lace around the v line and the end, rubbing up and down his chest and creamy thighs. The ending was pulled up to the top of his thighs so you could see how his arm had reached down to grasp his cock, which was swelling from hardness and dripping pre-cum from the tip. His hand was rubbing it quickly, tugging at the foreskin in rapid succession to his deep breaths. His other hand was running over the silk nightie, pinching his nipples underneath it making him arch his back. His head hung loosely on his shoulder, occasionally rolling it when he let out an extra loud moan. As you watched how his legs twitched as his hips thrust forward, he let out a stuttered moan with his jaw slack from all the stimulation he was feeling.

You watched Andrea pleasure himself through the doorway for a few more minutes, delight in seeing how good he was making himself feel. You could have watched Andrea touch himself for an eternity, but when you saw how his cock twitched in his palm and another spirt of cum leak out onto the bed, you could tell he was getting close.

“Were you really going to finish without me?”

Andrea froze all of his movements, even his hand stilling on his cock as his eyes blew wide. He glanced over to the door, finally seeing you through the crack he left watching him. If his cheeks weren’t red before from how good he was feeling, they certainly were bright red now.

“Y/n-I, I-”

“I have to say, Andrea; you look gorgeous in my nightgown,” you tell him, slowly taking steps into the room and strutting towards the bed.

Andrea couldn’t think of anything to say so he smiled bashfully as he watched you climb over the bed and crawl towards him. He sunk down on the bed, believing you were to crawl up him, but instead, you stopped by his legs, giving him a devilish smirk.

“Here, let me help you love”, you whisper, and he watches wide-eyed as you grasp his cock in your hand and slowly started to pump it.

You started slowly at first, applying a light pressure so you could watch how his body quivers and how he slowly begins to thrust his hips in time with your moment, trying to seek faster friction. You could feel the veins on his cock pule in need against your palm as you stroked his soft skin. Already he was hard from how he had been touching himself before, but you could still feel him swell in your hand.

“Y/n- please,” he whimpered, clenching his face to try and ease the tension of needing a release as you played with him so well. When you swiped your thumb over his sensitive tip, he missed, groaning inwards as his eyelids fluttered.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, touching yourself without me,” you purr as your eyes linger down to your nightgown, raising your other hand to stroke the material, feeling his flush skin underneath.

“And wearing my nightgown without my permission,”

“You looked so pretty in it, I wanted to look pretty as well!” Andrea finally exclaimed, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the feeling of your hand moving on him. Hearing Andrea’s confession made your heart skink, realising that maybe you hadn’t been making him feel as pretty as he was to you.

“Oh Andrea, you are pretty,”

You picked up your speed, squeezing his cock every once in a while as well. You moved your other hand down to grasp his ball sack, fondling the soft skin there and feeling how they tighten in your palms as he let out a staggered breath. Andrea mewled a few more times, his whole chest heaving as he thrusted his hips into your palm one last time as he came. His come squirted out all over his body and your hand as he cried out from his release. You carried on with slow moments, letting him ride out his climax till he had no more come left, and he collapsed onto the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open as he breathed heavily. Seeing how exhausted he was, you went to grab a towel and clean him up.

“I suppose you want this back,” Andrea muttered reaching up to grasp the material to pull it over him, but you stopped him.

“You keep it, Andrea; it suits you,”

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Take My Heart [Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader]

Synopsis: Comforting Andrea helps you to take a new step in life. Warnings: Fluff, cuddles and loads of softness against self doubting

A/N: to my @cazzyimagines you inspired me to write, you introduced me to this dazzling word of words and I won't ever thank you enough. All my best wishes go to you <3

The translation of the polish song is not mine, but once I read it I had to make it part of the story.

It has been weeks.

Your first reaction to the news of Andrea being accepted to the London Philharmonic as first violin was a dream come true.

Happy kisses and celebrations, special dinners and late night cuddles were all you two could think about.

Then it slowly downed on you as the papers came in, as you moved bank accounts and begun packing up books and decors of the house.

You were out there about to change your life.

Out there ready to leave your place, the things you have always known and the safe zone that always welcomed you.

It wasn't only Andrea big opportunity, it was also yours, you got quickly a typing job at the university and they would give you a great discount over your future there as a student.

Life was smiling at you and yet you could only feel a sense of loss and terror downing onto your shoulders day after day, like a sort of guillotine of fate, unstoppable and cruel.

It all begun when you wanted to bake to relax last Monday, then you realised you already packed and sent to London all of your baking stuff.

Then again, you wanted to re read one of your comfort books but you didn't remember in which box full of books it was.

All small moments, small incidents, small things that you were missing day after day. You felt in a nowhere zone and the next move seemed only bigger and scarier.

Andrea was also going back and forth to London, picking up a place to stay and signing papers, going to the rehearsals.

He said many times you could stay there, but you knew perfectly it would mean to see him rarely and live apart most of the week, beside not helping your career neither.

If you acted reasonably onto it you'd surely knew the pros were more than the cons, that it was a complete win/win situation.

And yet, again, you couldn't help it but feel disoriented and lost, alone in a house that didn't feel like a home anymore and ready to depart somewhere exciting and scary like the big city of London.

All those thoughts and many more were surrounding you as you sat on your bed trying to decide which duvets and covers had to leave first and what clothes to keep and send later. Seasonal thinking was the answer, but you just stared at your cardigan close to your light linen dress like they had to go together.

A soft knock at the window making your head raise abruptly up as Andrea was there wearing his thick wool suit and waved at you, his violin case over his shoulder as his smiled died out a bit seeing your sad expression.

He observed you as you smiled happy to see him back, the house and your thoughts becoming so big when you were alone, bigger than giants in children’s books.

His dark eyes gently caressing your figure as he closed them to lean a kiss over he clear surface of the window.

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his antics.

You stood up opening the shutters as he blinked a bit surprised, a gaze full of love directed onto you made you feel silly to be so worried, but at the same time alive.

"Good evening, my Juliet"

You chuckled as you leaned half of your body out to reach him for a kiss.

"It is so beautiful to have you back" you confessed on his lips making him smile fondly.

He stared at you and for a moment you felt like he got you, like he could see through you and know what a mess of feelings and insecurities you were.

You pulled back going to open the front door to him as he did the same moving there holding onto the small suitcase that kept going back and forth with him through London.

"Where have you slept these nights?" you asked as soon as you opened the door to him.

"With the trombone guy, he snores as much as his instrument" he said as he dropped his bag inside and then delicately put the violin case on top of it.

"I missed you every second" he said taking your hands in his hand kissing your knuckles.

But you felt stiff, your worry more visible than you thought as he just felt how worried and tensed you were.

He looked up noticing like the whole living room was empty and the kitchen sported the bare minimum.

"You are doing an amazing job" he said but you discarded the compliment pretty quickly just bowing your head on side and raising your shoulders.

You felt like you weren't doing anything special.

"Y/N" he murmured softly as you pulled away "Let's make up something to eat" you said as you tried t change topic.

But he stared at you still, he sighed softly as he followed you taking off his jacket and leaning against the kitchen counter.

He was staring, you knew it.

He wasn't still fond of his own english and sometimes he resumed back to that silence that pervaded the beginning of your love story. The way he looked at you and it was like telepathy, you felt his feelings run through you and under your skin.

You picked up some bread to prepare some quick sandwiches for the two of you, the moving company will come tomorrow and you still felt like you were living in chaos and nothing was ready to go.

You looked up, his eyes still on you.

"You know that you don't have to" he said as he always told you "I can say no, I need you, I don't need that place, the wold is full of Orchestras and I can keep teaching violin and piano to kids” he assured to you for the hundredth time.

You knew that phrase by memory by now and you couldn’t imagine him wasting his talent going around town day by day on his bike to teach the same four Mozart pieces to kids.

"Andrea, it is your big shot. I-"

“Nobody is going to shoot me"

You chuckled softly at his words "It means it is your important occasion"

"oh" he said blushing a bit as he looked at you biting the inside of his cheek feeling a bit silly but at least he made you smile.

"Why don't we let the moving company get hold of the rest and we just go to London?"

You looked at him puzzled as the nervousness took over you.

"There's still a lot to pack" you said "also I.."

He interrupted you taking your hands away from the bread you were just crushing.

"Listen" he said taking in a big breath "my home is you. Since I arrived here in England, you're the one that made me feel home and whole. I am in no need to have a country to go back to, I need you"

You gulped down surprised by his words as he was opening up to you and really putting out some effort not just throwing reassuring words in the air.

"I am sorry" you begun and he swore his heart skipped a beat because it sounded really bad "I just, I don't want to ruin everything"

"The big shot?" the asked showing you he learned the words

"Yes, I mean, all I wanted was to be happy and we have so many opportunities in London, the both of us, but what if I fail that job? Or I can't make it at university or just anything happens and you'll be there in that big theatre and ..."

You felt the tears pickle your eyes as the real reason that was unknown to you just a second before came out of your lips.

"I am just a country girl"

He looked at you, his head titling on side as he kissed your cheek making the tears gathered in your eyes roll down

"My country girl"

He corrected you.

"I love you Y/N, I need you the way that you're, I need our life to be the same, no matter the city. I told you, you're the only place that I need and I love you because you're you. Because you love to make certain teas at certain hours or because you come home with adopted kittens every night or because you do our bread at home and always ask me to check if it is salty enough. I love your creativity, the way you see inspiration and potential in things, even broken things like me when I arrived here. I love how your mind is made of poetry and the way you write is a song, I know you think that your writings are silly I only see them as the most amazing reality I wish I could live in if I didn’t have the chance to keep you by my side. You’re talent made human and a flower at heart. I hope you could see it as clear as I do, I wish I could gift you a day with my eyes to witness it yourself, but let me at least gift you my heart for another day and I promise not even London is big enough or rich enough to equal the way that I love you”

You watched him frown a little and you could tell he was getting himself emotional, in those times it was still hard for men to open up plus the language barrier and his natural sensitive and sometimes easy going nature, to make a serious point was really hard on him.

“I love us, I love to be a country man with my country girl”

He smiled warmly at you as he pressed his forehead against yours “my darling you taught English to an egg head like me, you make everywhere we go home, you are more than capable to do work and university and sustain all those boring talks of the piano guy about techniques of playing without making him look like a patronising dick”

You frowned lightly at him pulling slightly back “That trombone guy is teaching you bad words, I see”

He smiled with a soft chuckle but you were desperately trying to hold back tears as his heart really felt like being poured into your hands “See? I need you or I’ll be the most potty mouthed violinist in the history of London Philharmonic”

“Then I really have to come”

“Please do”

You looked at him as a soft sigh left your lips, his eyes onto again, they actually never left you but you couldn’t help but keep noticing how it always felt brand new, how his feelings shredded only to grow stronger after every second.

“Well, my typewriter is already packed so”

He chuckled softly, he calls your typewriter ‘the lover’ just like you do with the violin, those are the only things that can keep you far from each other.

He smiled as he went down onto his one knee, doing so he left your hand as he begun searching into his pockets inside and outside of his jacket until he pulled out a key with a little keyring with a metal flower. “Y/N Y/L/N would you give me the honour to share an humble country life in the noisy London? To entertain at dinner boring people and eat in front of the fire on winter nights? To read me your short stories and listen to my violin compositions? To make me the luckiest man once again in my life?”

You chuckled as you blushed deeply hating how cheesy he must be but also how dazzlingly cute.

“Of course I do silly”

“I am Silly” he said happily like that was such a cute nickname.

That was just him, he always pulled a smile out of you, he always showed you your brightest side, your amazing skills, your potential while you downed yourself.

You picked the key but as you pulled he didn’t let go.

He was the one pulling you down as he kissed you slowly again, his lips warm and welcoming as he always smiled while kissing you like the happiness you give him was impossible to restrain. You always put yourself to doubt, he never doubted you.

As he parted the kiss he stood up again.

A moment of silence as you wanted to apologise to him, for doubting him, doubting your choices and chances.

It was hard to go through the unknown but you forgot you weren’t alone to face it.

He hummed softly as you recognised the song he played to the first time at the party that brought you together.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he kept humming, his arm wrapping around your waist as the other was still joined to yours by the key.

He swayed you slowly in the empty shell of the house that first welcomed your love, suddenly the end felt far away from you, there was only hope and brightness. Yes, it was sad to leave, but you were moving forward, you were loving more than you ever loved in your life, you were nurturing a future that was real and it was with the man you loved.

A man that, you realised it now like it was the first time, saw in you more than anyone could ever see. A new chapter ahead felt now like the promise of a new land, a wild discovery, an unhinged future.

As happiness settled once again in your heart, Andrea’s lips neared your ear revealing to you the song had also a lyric:

“Dajcie, dajcie na bursztyny, żeby miała ładne syny,

Dajcie, dajcie na paciórki, żeby miała ładne córki,

Graj muzyka, będziesz w niebie, a skrzypeczki koło ciebie,

Graj muzyka, będziesz w niebie, a skrzypeczki koło ciebie,

Muzykanty boże dzieci, niech im jasna gwiazdka świeci” *

*Give, give money for ambers so that she will have pretty sons, Give, give me money for beads so that she will have pretty daughters. Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Musicians, children of God, let the bright star shine them.

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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 miło��ć,

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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[jamiewintons]

I Do Adore (Andrea Marowski/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Andrea spend some time together on the beach.

Warnings/Tags: Mainly just fluff, Andrea and reader crushing on each other hard, a few mentions of death at the beginning but that’s just the reader’s backstory.

A/N: This relates to a longer story I’ve been writing about Andrea/F!Reader, which I’m too lazy/uninspired to continue, so I just wanted to write some cute stuff about them. If any details are inaccurate, that’s because I’ve only seen ‘Ladies in Lavender’ once.

Translations of Polish words: “kochanie” = sweetheart, “anioł” = angel.

Named after 'I Do Adore’ by Mindy Gledhill, which is so adorable and sweet that I can’t help but think of Andrea when I listen to it <3

Word Count: 1302

Follow the link on my blog to find this fic on AO3. See the pinned post on my blog if you want to be added to the tag list!

You had visited this beach many times in your childhood, though the last time had been years ago.

It had been before you’d lost your mother – and, if you were honest with yourself, your father as well, with how he had thrown himself so completely into his work to cope with her absence – the last time you had come to Cornwall to stay with your Aunt Ursula and Aunt Janet.

You sort of expected to feel sad the moment your feet touched the soft sand, that you would envision all of the time you had spent here with your parents, laughing and playing. But somehow, you could feel nothing but joy inside of you.

The reason for that feeling was surely the young man who was accompanying you.

It had been a few days since Andrea was first able to walk unassisted – his broken ankle had healed up very well, according to the doctor – and you had been promising him for at least a week and a half that you would go to the beach with him. You had been unsure at first, but with those beautiful eyes and that sweet smile of his… it was honestly impossible to say ‘no’ to him.

It was a warm and sunny, but windy day, and you quickly found yourself wishing that you had tied your hair back before you had left the house. Though you could return and remedy the problem quite quickly, you wanted to spend as much time with Andrea as you possibly could. Though you had not known him long, you had come to care for him deeply, with your whole heart. The fact that you would eventually need to return to London and no longer see him every single day pained you so much that you loathed thinking of it.

You turned to look at Andrea, and found that his eyes were already on you, regarding you with a smile. You smiled back, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. “What do you think, Andrea?” you asked.

“Very beautiful, kochanie,” he replied, beaming at you, barely taking his eyes off you to glance at his surroundings. He called you that word – ‘kochanie’ – often, and you had no idea what it meant. You supposed it was a Polish word, but you nor anyone else in the area understood the language apart from Andrea. Every time you asked him what it meant, he would simply giggle and inform you it was a secret.

Your face felt warm, as it always did when Andrea was around. It had been that way when you had first met, when you had walked into your aunts’ spare room and seen him lying in the bed wearing your grandfather’s pyjamas. The butterflies in your stomach certainly hadn’t gone away, either.

However, they multiplied tenfold when Andrea’s hand softly took yours, intwining your fingers together. You had to stop yourself from gasping, you knew that would be a very embarrassing reaction to something as simple as handholding, but it wasn’t something you had experienced previously. Bashfully, you looked to Andrea, and you must have had a strange expression on your face, as his smile faded.

“I hope it alright for me to hold your hand,” he told you, his tone making it sound like a question. You were far too flustered to form words at this moment, so you simply nodded at him, and his smile returned. “Good. I like it very much.”

“Me too,” you replied, once your words had returned to you. Andrea giggled quietly, clearly pleased. The two of you walked a little further up the beach, passing large rocks and pieces of driftwood on your way. The wind had calmed down a little bit now, and you were glad for it, your hair no longer blowing all over the place.

Without letting go of your hand, Andrea stopped in his tracks and leaned down. You wondered what he was doing, before he straightened back up, turning to you and placing something in your free hand.

It was a seashell, specifically a scallop shell, pale pink and almost as big as your palm. “Muszla,” Andrea said, indicating towards the shell. “Beautiful, like you, kochanie.”

Your face was so warm now that you felt like you might spontaneously combust. Really, it was just a shell, that could be found on any number of beaches across the world, but you knew that you would treasure it for the rest of your life, simply because of who had given it to you. “Thank you, Andrea…” you said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” he tells you with a smile. “We can go and sit down.”

Andrea led you over to a large rock, where the two of you could comfortably sit next to each other. When you sat down, Andrea let go of your hand, and for some odd reason, your heart sank. You had only felt his warm skin against yours for a few moments, yet the loss of it was nearly unbearable. To make up for it, you shifted a little so you were closer to him, your shoulder resting against his.

Noticing this, Andrea turned his head to look at you, though your eyes were focused on the seashell. He smiled to himself, glad that you were pleased with what he had given you. However, he wished he could give you even more, everything. In his mind, you deserved the world.

“We should probably go back soon,” you said after a long silence, once you noticed that the sun was beginning to set, ever so gradually. “Aunt Janet and Aunt Ursula will probably be wondering where we’ve gone off to.”

You looked to Andrea, and he nodded. Though you hated that it had to end, the time you had spent with him had been wonderful. You couldn’t be too upset though, knowing that you would be able to see him again tomorrow, as well.

“Before that, I can do something?” Andrea asked, still smiling as usual, but you could see something else behind his eyes. You noticed that his face was flushed bright red, as you were sure yours was as well.

“Of course,” You whispered in reply.

In a split second, Andrea’s hands were cradling your face, as he pressed his lips against yours, softly and gently. For a moment, you were shocked – even though you had sorely hoped that this was the ‘something’ he wanted to do – having never kissed anyone before, though it didn’t take you long to reciprocate, one of your hands against Andrea’s cheek and the other stroking his soft hair.

You wished you could stay like that forever, though your need for air soon won out over your love for Andrea. Neither of you moved very far, Andrea opting to rest his forehead against yours.

“You made me very happy, anioł,” Andrea informed you, and you both giggled softly. You never knew how nice it could be to care for someone so deeply and have them feel the same way about you in return.

“You make me very happy, ‘Drea,” you replied, noticing that Andrea’s eyes seemed to light up when you called him by that nickname. You both moved to kiss again, though you were both startled by a loud voice calling out your names that you almost fell off the rock.

“We’re coming, Aunt Ursula!” you called back, while Andrea stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You took it, and the two of you walked back to the house, hand in hand until you stepped inside.

“What are you two so happy about?” Aunt Janet asked, looking between you and Andrea as you sat and ate your tea.

“Nothing,” the two of you said in unison, glancing across the table at each other with shy smiles.

[hardlyinteresting]

What Andrea Marowski's House would look like

Okay, so I imagine Andrea saving up any money he makes in the Orchestra (and probably some money from the sister's once they realize what he's saving for) to buy a teeny tiny english style cottage. He's still close enough to take a train into London for performances etc. but away from the hustle and bustle where he can just play his music and have some quiet. I imagine it being a little out of date even for the 30s, but the basics are there and that's all he needs. I imagine it being cluttered especially the kitchen, he's a little bit disorganized in the most endearing way and his home is no different. The kitchen is cozy and the stove is almost always on making tea and heating the first floor. The sitting area is much the same, it's a tiny house, so every room feels quite warm and inviting. Upstairs there's a tiny bathroom with a pretty sizeable tub (I think Andrea would enjoy baths and I won't be convinced otherwise). His bedroom is probably the most outdated part of the house, but he's not one for decor and he sees nothing wrong with the wall paper as it is. The slopped ceilings in the bathroom and bedroom make the spaces feel much more intimate and calming. His bed is comfortable and he regularly receives parcels with quilts and blankets from the sisters during the winter months.

[f1yogurt]

Favorite Fics - f1yogurt

A compilation of my favorite fics, I needed a place to keep them all and I will slowly be adding more as I find them. Not in any particular order. Feel free to browse and give some love to these amazing authors!

(I'm not keeping track of which are explicit so Minors DNI 18+)

Daniel Characters

Laszlo Kreizler (imma be honest, all of these are my favorite)

Abandonment Requires Expectation - sub!Laszlo x Reader

go together like horse and carriage - Laszlo x John x Sara (drunk Laszlo is best Laszlo)

The Ripping Case of Ms. Delia Rodwick - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Good Boy - puppy play, sub!Laszlo x Reader

Laszlo Kreizler Headcanons - NSFW

Manuals of Love's Devotion - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Helmut Zemo

Baron Zemo Imagine - sub!Zemo x reader

Niki Lauda

Born to be Wild - Niki x fem!F1 Driver Reader

The Heist - spy!AU, Niki x Reader

Fluff Prompt - on the beach, Niki x Reader

eine ratte und eine maus - Niki x fem!Reader

Andrea Marowski

Throw Me a Bone - sub!Andrea x Reader

Sebastian Zöllner

The Artist and His Muse - mild sub!Sebastian x Reader

Born to Beg - sub!Sebastian x Reader

Best Boy - sub!Sebastian x Reader

WinterBaron

Drossel - trains, Bucky/Zemo on the run, malewife!Zemo vibes

WinterBaron Push! Verse - literally my favorite thing, kind of an AU, omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

The White Wolf is my Alpha - omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

Masterlists

cazzyimagines - Bruhl babe's dream

sub-danny - sub!Danny wowow

scuttle-buttle - so much goodness

rumblelibrary - lots of Niki and Laszlo!

mypoisonedvine - lots of characters beyond Danny too

dreaminrubies - assorted gems

kadeuuijib -sub!Danny

[babybluebex]

modern!andrea marowski headcanons (2)

so i already did one of these but here’s another

(gif credit to @vivian-rutledge)

ok so we're starting kinda angsty but this is halfway confirmed in canon (in that the story by william locke confirms it but the movie doesn't: andrea doesn't have any family

it doesn't say how his family passed away, but in my head, his parents died when he was young, and he doesn't have any siblings

so, he was put into the foster care system and jumped from house to house growing up

his foster parents always complained that he was unruly and disobedient and just hard to parent and once he turned 13/14, it was chalked up to him just being a teen boy and acting out

but then he was placed in a home in cornwall, and a pair of older sisters showed andrea true care for the first time since his parents died

ursula notices that andrea's acting out doesn't seem necessarily born out a desire for disobedience but rather like something is bothering him

like, if the TV is too loud or he's wearing a suit or something he doesn't like, he'll press his hands to his ears and cry and shout in polish and ursula doesn't understand but she knows that something is wrong

eventually, she and janet implore a psychiatrist to have andrea tested for autism, and his tests come back positive

andrea lives with janet and ursula for three years until he's 17, and then they ask him very carefully if he would like for them to adopt him

of course, he can say no, but the offer is there

he already calls them mami ursula and mami janet, so he jumps at the chance to have a family

but andrea is autistic, fight me

his special interest has always been violin but of course being in foster care and jumping from house to house, he never really got formal lessons

his violin is something that he bought secondhand when he was 12 and that's his thing

like, he showed up to every foster family with a trash bag full of his clothes and the old violin

he's named his violin mischa and his bow curly (mainly bc a. he likes to watch the three stooges and b. bought secondhand and used, the bow is a little warped)

ursula and janet get him in lessons because they see so clearly that he has a talent that needs to be nurtured

he first comes to notoriety when he's 17 and is playing on street corners in london, just hoping to make some money

someone takes a video of him and posts it to twitter, and it goes crazy viral, like millions of views, he gets shout outs on television and stuff

but he's so scared of being in the public eye, he already gets so overwhelmed so easily, and he doesn't want to sacrifice his anonymity

so he never comes out and says that he's the boy in the video until much later, when he's a member of the london orchestra and he'll bashfully bring it up in an interview

but it's right around this time, when he's young and starting to understand himself, that he meets you

i can see it as a very meet-cute situation: he's gathering his violin case at the end of the day, trying to clean up his street corner, and a gust of wind sends some sheet music flying, and you manage to help him gather up most of it

you had a part-time job at a cafe on the opposite street corner, and you tell him how beautifully he plays

"my brother used to play" you would tell him

"why doesn't he anymore" andrea would ask, his little accent thick

he doesn't have a great grasp on english bc i can see janet and ursula being the first non-polish family he's lived with, so he's fairly new to english

"oh he... died..."

but you give andrea your snapchat and tell him to message you, and he does

andrea is the type of boy to get all flustered and blushy when you flirt with him, but his loose grasp on english means that he's awful at flirting back

he tries to use google translate but it just doesn't do the job and comes out weird, especially with colloquialisms and things

he's stuttering a bit as he tries to think of a comeback to a joke you made, and you say "cat got your tongue?"

he plugs it into his phone but he's like ?? bc it doesn't translate over so he's like "there's a cat?? where??"

this is a good transition into ANDREA LOVES STRAY CATS

if he sees one on the street, he'll give it some water and go into a shop and buy a snack so he can give some to the cat

when he goes to new york while touring with orchestras, he is instantly heart eyes over EVERY bodega cat he meets

anyway, andrea is a very good and sweet boyfriend

he's the type of boy to shove his head up your hoodie and settle his face in your tummy and make little vocal stims when he's comfy and happy

speaking of stims, andrea will stim in public

janet got him a little chew necklace and he'll gnaw on it if he gets overwhelmed in public, but his favorite stim is pressing each finger to his thumb over and over

almost like he's pressing the strings of his violin

you're dating him for a long time before he gets his second taste of fame, when he meets olga and boris

after he solos with the london orchestra, he's twitter's white boy of the month

like, he's probably 20 or 21 here (if we're supposed to go off of locke's short story, andrea is 20), he's young and cute and talented, he ticks all of twitter's boxes

but you have to teach him how to use instagram

he HAS an instagram but like hardly ever used it, and he still only posts every so often

his username is just like amarowski01 (bc if he's 20, he was born in 2001 eesh)

and it's all like a blurry picture of a car he saw on the street with the caption "sweet baby" or a bad selfie of himself a coffeehouse smiling with the caption "best coffee in seattle :)"

like nothing planned out, just fun pictures and stream of consciousness captions that he wants to share

whenever he sees ursula and janet, he always posts about them, those blurry selfies of him kissing their cheeks and captions like "mami!!" or a bouquet of wildflowers "mami janet picked me flowers"

(also andrea LOVES emojis, he uses them all the time excessively, his favorite is the little teddy bear 🧸)

andrea also has a touch to danny to him, in that his ties are never straight

they're always crooked

like, you can fix it as much as you want before he goes onstage

but the moment the lights hit him and cameras are going off, his bow tie is crooked

fixing his hair before a performance, helping him slick it down

he's a baby

oh but when he gets home from a performance

you sat through the entire thing but the little “after party” like you had to tap out and go home

he stumbles into your hotel or wherever you’re staying

you can tell he’s drunk bc he’s singing dua lipa bc he heard it in the uber on the way home

and he like flings off his bow tie and mumbles that he hates his suit and strips down to nothing and crawls into bed

the baby is just a tad overstimulated so he’s not super comfy but he’s also riding the end of the post performance high because he LOVES playing

when he’s overstimulated everything is Wrong

the suit is uncomfy and he’s hungry and he’s anxious

he zones out and focuses on whatever music is playing at the party (hence the repeated mumbles of levitating over and over)

but sweet baby still riding his high from a standing ovation is all nuzzly against you in bed and rutting against your thigh a little

he’s needy but can’t quite say what he needs but he knows he needs something to change because the feeling of him getting hard is just too much

and usually he can be a bit of a brat and enjoys a bit of pain or domination but those nights he just needs to be eased through it all and then cuddled till he sleeps

those are the nights where you sorta lift your leg and let him slide inside you, but he’s too tired to do much of anything so he falls asleep while you’re warming his cock

He finishes it up in the morning once he feels lucid again and he’s rested and needy and the overstimulation has worn off

and when the morning comes, you can't help but dote and fawn over him

"oh, drea, you did so good last night! your solo was perfect! i'm so proud of you!"

and he’s wriggling around like a happy little slug like just wiggling and smiling

(the slug dance is a common occurrence but you're the only one that ever sees it)

he orders breakfast the next morning and wears the fluffy hotel robe as he eats breakfast in front of the tv, waiting to see if the local news runs a story on the orchestra

and he does his little slug dance with a strawberry in his mouth when they mention him specifically

i just think that modern!andrea

(bonus gif: modern!andrea in rehearsal, and his converse are definitely tied weird and his jeans DEF have holes in the knees )

[cazimagines]

A broken melody

Synopsis: You and Andrea were the perfect couple. After he washed up on the shores of Cornwall it felt like you two were destined to be together. But when he starts disappearing early hours in the morning and staying away for the whole day, you can't help but start to doubt everything you believed.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's note: It's been like a month since I last put out a proper one-shot so hear you are! I am just about to move away to Uni so activity/writing on this account and my side account @sub-danny will decrease but I will still try to write when I can! Also as a note for the fic, I do not condone the reader's actions, nor do I think any of you lovely beings would behave that way, the reader is written to do certain things because this is intended as a angst fic.

Warnings: f!reader, ANGST, Sad Andrea hours, almost cried while writing this, reader is kinda a dick

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Grains of warm seashore sunk between your toes. Your hand clutched the soft hand of Andrea’s with an iron grip as your feet flicked up the sand from where you were running along the beach, leaving a trail of your existence in the ground. A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt Andrea’s grip on your hand slip as he slid in the sand and almost tumbled into the ground. He managed to correct himself, however, with a swift glance to you, he joined in your giggles with a light tinge to his cheeks.

When the two of you tried running and rolling about on the beach, you found yourself sitting on one of the rocks in the shallow part of the sea, listening to the gentle laps of the waves upon the stone. Your arm wrapped around Andrea’s arm as you rested your head upon his shoulder, occasionally placing a few gentle kisses on his shirt, making him humm in happiness as he looked out to the sea. Though the smell of the sea was powerful and delightful, you could still smell the distinct scent of lavender and honey that came from Andrea and soothed your being.

Though the sight of the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizon was beautiful, that wasn’t what occupied Andrea’s mind. Instead, it was ablaze with thoughts about how he had almost drowned in these very sea’s, about how if he hadn’t, he would have been in America currently and how thankful he was that the boat did crash.

You two were happy sitting in your silence, listening to the sound of the sea and feeling the breeze on your face and through your hair. When Andrea didn’t know English, you two had to grow used to enjoying each others company in silence. Now even though his English had improved, you two found comfort in the silence. Still, he had so many things he wanted to say but didn’t know the complexity of the English language to express such profound words and feelings.

“I’m happy”, he murmurs, pulling his eyes away from the horizon to give you an enchanting smile.

w“Because of your new violin?”

After Andrea had decided to stay in England with you, he needed a job, so you weren’t paying for all his expenses, and so he borrowed one of the violins from a fellow villager and performed around the area until he had earned enough money to buy his own violin. He was so excited when the two of you took the train up to London to buy it that he couldn’t sit still. He ran to the shop when he saw it. Then finally, he selected the violin he wanted and could afford, and he carried it around so carefully on the way home, staring at it in amazement, even stroking it. At the end of the day, he serenaded you, playing song after song to show his excitement at having his own violin and the love he held for you.

Andrea chuckled at your comment and then pressed a prompt kiss to your forehead before looking out to the sea again, his eyes glossing over.

“Yes, but that’s not all. I am happy to be here with you. I’m happy I no go to America.”

You squeeze Andrea’s arm tighter, hearing his words, pushing your face into the side of his arm. “This might sound bad, but I am glad you crashed that night and got washed up on this beach.”

Andrea leaned down to place the side of his head on top of yours as you two watched the sun finally dip under the horizon, showering the sky in an abundance of colours.

“I’m glad too.”

The two of you felt so content with each other at this moment, warmth enrapturing the two of you in a honeymoon bliss, but the bliss would turn sour over the next few months as the once gentle sea turned into a raging storm.

It was only a week later when you awoke in your bed and found out Andrea had already left, leaving his side cold and empty in the early hours of the morning. He had been spending more time away from your house where he had moved in to live with you. You knew this was normal. He had friends in the village; he had a social life. He couldn’t be with you all the time. Yet worry grasped you like an envious snake as you feared his absence was down to that German painter who had arrived recently in the village.

She and Andrea could speak the same language fluently, able to communicate with ease which you and Andrea couldn’t. It was only natural you would feel some jealousy prickle at your heart because of it. She could communicate in a way with Andrea that you might never be able to.

It still caused you pain that he was choosing to spend time with her rather than you. You were his girlfriend; you were supposed to matter most to him; you were supposed to be the one he wanted to spend all his time with. Not her.

After a month of this happening on a daily occurrence, you decided you had had enough. In the morning, you stuck to your usual routine, and for once, Andrea had stayed for the morning. You made him breakfast and had it out on the table when he finally made his way down the staircase. He was whistling one of the songs he had started learning on his violin, and as he saw the food you had put out on the table, he beamed at you and quickly sat down to eat it all up. When he was finished, he made a catlike stretch then stood up. With a bounce in his step, he made his way over to where you stood by the sink and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek.

The smell of lavender and honey swarmed you again at his presence, but it didn’t fill you with the same amount of elevation like it once did before.

His eyes sparkled as he walked over to his new violin, which he had been polishing only last night, so it gleamed in the morning sun filtering through the window. Delicately he picked up the priceless violin and gingerly held it as he walked over to the front door. He turned on his heels to nod at you and wave goodbye as he gave you one last gentle smile, and then he was through the door and disappearing down your front garden. It wasn’t a long-distance he was to walk, and he didn’t think anything of the journey. The sun was shining, the air was cool, and he felt satisfied with his breakfast. What he didn’t know, however, was merely five minutes after he left the house; you too had left the house and started on your journey of following him. You kept just enough distance so he wouldn’t hear your footsteps or get any feeling of being followed, but you kept close enough to watch where he went and to ensure he didn’t leave your eyesight.

As predicted, you saw him turn the corner and open the gate to Olga’s cottage. He merry strolls up the dirt path and politely knocks on the green wooden door. You watched between the shield’s of the bushes as a lump came to your throat as the door was opened, and without a moment’s hesitation, Andrea strolled in.

From there, you had no clue what he was doing, but you could feel your blood boil at the thought of it. Not only was it improper for a guy to meet with a woman when he was dating someone else but to go into her house? It is scandalous.

Trying to be as discrete as possible, you tiptoed over to one of the main windows at the front of the house. Part of it was opened, so you had to be careful they didn’t hear you getting near, and you had to position yourself to lean against the wall so they couldn’t see you, but you could see them. Your back pressed against the burning bricks, but soon you were able to get a good angle to look inside.

Andrea was stood in the middle of his room, his suit jacket discarded on one of the chairs, leaving him in just his white shirt, waistcoat and slacks. He held up his pristine violin in a pose, making it look like he was playing it while Olga stood by her canvas, starting to outline the shape of Andrea on it. He looked so intently at her; his eyes were unmoving. You could feel your muscles tense and your jaw clenching as you watched the two of them.

With the window opened, you could hear every little noise inside, the sound of the brush on the canvas, the sound of Andrea occasionally playing a few notes and eventually the sound of them talking.

“Have you thought any more about my offer?” Olga said gently, her eyes leaving the canvas to look at Andrea with an eyebrow raised and an inquisitive smile on her lips.

Andrea breaths in and then let out a little sigh as his eyes finally leave Olga to look down at the ground as his eyebrows furrow.

“I’m not sure; it’s a big decision.”

“I know Andrea,” Olga says warmly as he leaves the canvas to walk other to Andrea, standing too close. “But my brother really can help you. This is your chance for a big break. He’s in London next week, go there, and I am sure he will give you a place, and then you will travel the world.”

With a shudder down your spine, you knew you had heard enough. Your feet moved on their own as you quickly ran back down the front garden and out of the gate, onto the same road you had walked only a few minutes ago. Your hand came to your chest and pressed against it as if trying to cradle your broken heart. You could barely lift your head from looking down at the ground, not that that would serve you any help, for your eyes were so swarmed with tears that the path before you was blurry. You stumbled down the road as you reached your house again, particularly flinging yourself through the door as you slammed it shut behind you. Your back hit the hard wood, and slowly you sunk to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and finally let out the sobs that had been threatening to fall from you the moment you saw Andrea and Olga together.

You stayed on the floor, just crying your heart out for a good half an hour when really it felt like an eternity had passed of your suffering, drawn out to the ends of time. Your pain had transformed to no longer grieving all that had been lost, all of the wasted time and all of the kindness you had poured out of your soul, but instead to a burning fire of hatred, hotter than hell itself and directed towards the devil with his oh so sweet disguise.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a pile of clothing, his clothing. You had washed it only just this morning for him and piled it on the chair, ready to take up to the bedroom. But now, you stomped forward, roughly grabbing the clothes and shoving them into a bag you had lying around, not caring for how neatly they were packed. If he was so eager to leave, then you shall save him the hassle and have his bags packed for when he comes back.

Andrea was with her for hours, which now gave you plenty of time to remove all of his dark presence from the house. You took everything and hurled them down the stairs, not caring how damaged they might become. You even had the decency to put everything into a bag; how kind of that is you? Clothes, music sheets, little toys he found cute and had brought, all the shells he found on the beach and had given to you. Even the promise rings he had saved up his money to buy for the two of you were carelessly tossed into the pile of rubbish. As the sun started to sink, you finished packing and had everything by the door, ready to go, when you heard the unmistakable sound of light footsteps on gravel and the noise of the doorknob rattling.

Andrea opened the door, looking forward to seeing your beautiful face again, but as he attempted to push the door open fully, it hit one of the many bags. The sudden jolt of the door on the unexpecting Andrea made him trip and almost fall over, quickly making him panic due to his precious violin still within his hand, but he managed to catch himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed, looking at all the bags of his belonging before him. His mouth opened slightly, but then he caught sight of you staring at him in the corner of his eyes, and he looked up to you, tilting his head.

“Y/n… what is this?”

Your eyes narrowed at his fain for ignorance, how those big round eyes looked at you with his portrayal of confusion, it made the heat inside of you burn like a dying star, the last remains of the light and love for him slowly diminishing.

“How dare you try and act surprised”, you seethed through your teeth as you crossed your arms and straightened your back, your gaze never leaving Andrea’s.

Andrea’s lips moved wordlessly, his eyelids squinting as he desperately tried to figure out what was going on, “I no understand.”

Your lips curled back in a snarl as you stepped forward to Andrea, your whole body tensed and your fists curling. Andrea could easily see from your body language how angry you were, and he paled, seeing how this anger was directed towards him.

“I know what you were planning to do, run away and leave me alone while you join that orchestra with the whore”

Andrea’s skin was almost paperwhite as the realisation came to him; his eyes grew round in their shock as his mouth opened slightly and his hand clenched his violin tightly. It took him a second to even form any words in his mind as he felt frozen to the spot.

“Y/n, no! It’s not like that; let me explain,” he began, finally raising his foot to take a step towards you, but you cut through his actions with your following sentence.

“There’s no need to try and come up with excuses; I want you gone.”

“Y/n, please! I was going to ask you to come with me. I wouldn’t leave without you!”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I knew you were going to run away with her, with Olga,” you cry, feeling tears daring to spill out of your eyes again, but you were trying to hold them back. You didn’t want Andrea to see how hurt he had made you.

=Andrea’s bottom lip was wobbling, the sides of his lips turned downwards as his eyebrows raised, desperation in those big brown eyes of his as he shakes his head, a few tears of his own spilling out.

“I wasn’t because I don’t love her; I love you, please believe me.”

“Stop lying”, you screamed as he once against tried to step closer to you, his unoccupied hand reaching out to try and grasp yours in comfort and reassurance. You had never been so angry in your life before, but at that moment, seeing Andrea have the audacity to try and get close to you made your heart burn in pain. It was like your vision went red, and all you could think about was hurting him, hurting him just as he had hurt you. Hardly even thinking about it, you lunged forward and grasped the end of the violin in Andrea’s hand. Andrea stumbled in surprise but maintained his grip on it, desperately trying to stop you from taking it without hurting you. You kept tugging at it through, and slowly he could feel his grip loosen in his hand. He cried out in shock and surprise as the violin was finally yanked from his hands, and then everything seemed to go into slow motion.

Violin in hand, you held up the instrument and then slammed it down with all the force you possessed, watching how it fell to the hard floor. As it hit the floor, cracks ran up the side till it finally exploded into a shower of wood chips, the strings getting out a violent twang as they snapped, and then everything settled as it became a pile of wood and sting on the floor.

Andrea froze, his eyes unable to move from where the broken violin rested. Neither of you said a word as fresh tears swarmed his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Slowly he sank to the floor. He picked up the broken pieces in his hands and gently brought them to his chest to cradle them as the first few sounds of sobbing echoed from him. His whole body heaved, and his head was cast down as the tears spilt onto the wooden floor.

“My violin”, he sniffed, his body visibly shaking. You might have felt sorry for him at any other time, but at this moment, you were so swarmed with anger that the sound of him crying just made you all the madder. He was acting like you were the villain of this story when he was the one who was going to run off; he was the one who hurt you. Well, now he couldn’t go and play in that orchestra with no violin.

“Why,” was all he was eventually able to say, his voice breaking as he whispered the single word. He dared to look up at you, the tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed, wishing for you to talk to him, to answer him, not to leave him in silence.

“I want you gone in ten minutes” was the only reply you offered him.

He couldn’t take the broken violin with him, and so with so much tenderness, he placed it down by the side of the door and slowly stood up again. With shaking hands, he gathered all the bags, dropping them a few times in his rush as he could hardly hold them or see them through his clouded eyes.

He turned back to the door, which now showed the sun setting and let in the bitterly cold wind. It hit his face, making his eyes burn and cloud with even more tears. He took like last forlorn look at you, his red shot eyes on yours.

“Y/n… please”, he whispered in a broken voice.

“Get out”

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[sub-danny]

If I could carry over a pairing from your main blog:

Andrea & his grumpy bf come to realise that referring to him as ‘doctor’ in a sexy voice/while giving bedroom eyes as a joke gradually becomes a gateway drug to having a full on ‘tittle’ or ‘authority’ kink.

Just the thought of Andrea moaning ‘oh, doctor~’

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I love this pairing so much, writing about them is so fun and warming!

To read previously written pieces about this pairing:

Andrea and grumpy m!reader doctor fall for each other (before dating)

Andrea and grumpy m!reader doctor (dating)

Love letters with Andrea and his grumpy doctor boyfriend

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Doctor kink, anal sex, slight swearing, some cringy phrases, lots of sweetness

It was never meant to become as sexual as it did between the two of you. Simply Andrea had started to refer to you by your title, which he had heard Ursula call you when you came to help his ankle. But then again, from the moment you saw Andrea, you knew things weren’t going to be the typical doctor and patient relationship with him.

When the two of you began to become closer, you insisted that Andrea call you by your actual name, and at times, he might, but he still liked referring to you as Doctor as well, for it was the first name he knew you. You had never cared much for the title before, really only enjoying it for the position of authority you might have over others when they try to tell you they are right when clearly they were wrong. Still, when Andrea started to use it frequently, you felt your heart skipping a beat as it left his mouth. Soon you became happy hearing him call you that, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

Then one day, Andrea was in a bratty mood and didn’t feel like getting out of your bed no matter how much you tried to persuade him to get up. Only when you started physically pulling at him did he suddenly let out a tried moan saying,

“Doctor”

It made you freeze where you stood.

He hadn’t meant it sexually, but as soon as he moaned out your title, it made a jolt of desire flow through you as your mind became flooded with thoughts of Andrea on his back, his face blissed out as his jaw was slack, moaning doctor over and over again. When you were pulled out of your thoughts, you found Andrea looking at you inquisitively, and a blush quickly spread over your face. You forced him out of bed and refused to talk about it, hoping Andrea wouldn’t have noticed or put two and two together and figured out why you acted the way you suddenly did.

Unfortunately for you, however, Andrea was a lot smarter than he often pretended to be.

Later that day, when the thought had left your mind, you and Andrea were preparing for bedtime. Which, in reality, were you getting into bed and then Andrea proceeding to nuzzle into your chest, pressing kisses to your collar bone, his way of letting you know he desired more.

Gently you brought your hands to Andrea’s jaw, cupping it to pull his lips away from your skin instead onto your burning lips. You had always loved the way his lips felt so soft compared to yours. They were gentle in the way that they caressed you, a testament to his own kind soul, unlike you, whose lips were always on the harsher side, pushing into Andrea in desperation to seek more of that kindness to soothe your grumpy soul.

You could spend eternity with your lips upon his, but your lustful needs got the better of you, and your lips left him to instead trail down his jawline to his own collar bone, tugging his striped shirt open to reveal that toned chest which you adored. You mouthed kisses onto his warm skin, occasionally sucking and biting down on it, making Andrea’s back arch at the sensation. His eyes drew closed as his hands came and grasped your hair, holding your face to him as he moaned, but then those words left his mouth.

“Oh, doctor,”

Your whole body tensed up at the words tumbled from his lips. You stopped moving your mouth and pulled up from his chest to look down at him. Andrea’s eyes were still closed, but he let out a soft sigh at the loss of your mouth on his skin.

“What did you just say, Andrea?”

His eyes finally opened to gaze up at you, and his lips twitched into a smirk seeing how his words had affected you.

“Doctor”, he moaned again, thus giving you those bedroom eyes which made desire flutter within you. Yet hearing him moan your title made your heart rate pick up and your erection rise.

“Fuck Andrea”, you groaned, forcing down a moan from your own throat, which was threatening to spill because of his desire, and instead, you push your lips onto his, capturing them once again. With your lips ravaging his, one hand supports your weight, and the other hand grasps the waistband of your pyjamas bottoms and pulls them down, before then working on Andrea’s on stripped ones.

A mewl left his lips as he felt your warm hand pull them down and then settle on his hips, your fingers digging into the delicate skin. His legs instantly opened for you, allowing your body to slot between them and have access to his entrance. Your lips left his again to look down on Andrea, how beautiful he looked underneath you, lips red and puffy, his cheeks burning a lovely shade of pink, his chest heaving and his legs spread open for you.

He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as you brought three fingers up to your lips and started to run your tongue along them, coating them in your saliva. Eagerness flicked within Andrea as he watched you, his hips twitching in anticipation.

“I need you, Doctor, please”, he groaned again, desperate for you, but you took your time coating your fingers, deliberately teasing Andrea to see how needy he became for you. Eventually, however, you pull your fingers away and move them down, brushing the first one over his entrance, coating it in slick.

“Saliva is a natural coagulant, Andrea”, you murmur, brushing your finger up and down but not pushing it in just yet. “Be a good patient, and let me treat you.”

With that, you push your finger into his tight rim, feeling how Andrea’s arms instantly wrap around you, his fingers digging into your back, surly leaving marks. He let out a loud moan and thrusted his hips back, desperate for you to push further into him, needing to feel his prostate pleasured.

“Doctor! Doctor! Please!” he cried out, and it drove you wild. Usually, you were so gentle with Andrea, worried about pushing him too far though he wanted it, but with the way he moaned, Doctor, all good sense was pulled from your mind. Though he only had a minute to get used to one finger, you pushed the other two wet fingers to his rim and prised them into him.

Andrea’s head pushed back into the pillows as he felt himself being stretched by you, his tight channel being forced open. He was gasping for air, his hands holding onto you even tighter as he thrusted his hips, desperate to get your finger in further. You pushed them in further like he wanted and then curled them, brushing up against his prostate.

“Yes! God Doctor,” Andrea cried as a jolt of pleasure crashed through him. His whole body quivered from the pleasure as he bereaved heavily. His hard cock was pressed against his stomach, dribbling amounts of pre-cum over himself. You pushed your fingers against his prostate a few more times, enjoying the moans he let out before you pulled your fingers out of him again.

Andrea cried out at the sudden loss of pleasure, feeling his rim flutter around nothing, but before he had a chance to complain, you had grasped your own cock and pushed it up against his entrance, letting the rim stretch over it.

“Just lie back, Andrea”, you command him, “Let me treat you.”

You pushed into him, enjoying the way you could feel Andrea’s tight walls open up and accept you as you bottom out. By the time you were entirely in, you had let out a groan and buried your face into his neck, inhaling his sweet scent.

Andrea did what you said, lying back and taking it as you pushed into him, stretching him out. One hand pulled at your hair while his other hand grasped the bedsheets, steadying himself. “Doctor”, he whimpered, barely being able to say much else.

Slowly you started to pull out till just the tip was left in, then you pushed back, rocking his body on the bed. As you drove back in, your tip collided with his prostate making him cry out in the pleasure that swarmed him, more of his pre-cum leaking over the two of you.

You started at a steady pace, but slowly your will left you until you were pushing into Andrea as far as you could go and as fast as you could go. Andrea was letting out lewd moans and groans with every jolt, the pleasure so overwhelming for him. Your lips were attached to his neck, sucking a hickey into it, and when you were done, you pulled back.

“Such a good patient, taking me so well, Andrea.”

“Y-you are the best Doctor”, he groaned, his eyes shutting again as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

Your hands left his waist to grab the underside of his knees, pulling his legs up to his side and spreading them even further. His thighs looked so pretty being stretched open before you, but now it meant you could push into him faster, drilling into his prostate.

With the new change of position, Andrea couldn’t handle it, and with a loud cry, he came all over his chest, his legs twitching as the rods of cum left his cock. He was squirming underneath you as he came, and you had to hold him tightly as you fucked him through his release, seeking your own.

“F-fuck Doctor”, Andrea moaned, only very occasionally resorting to using swear words that he definitely didn’t pick up from you. “Fill me! Fill me with your medicine.”

Perhaps in the future, you might look back and wince at that statement, but at that moment, it fulled you on, driving you crazy at the thought of it and hearing how he moaned, Doctor. With a few more thrusts, you groaned loudly into Andrea’s ear and came all over his insides, painting them with your come.

Andrea let out a weak gurgle as he felt you spill into him and how your movements slowed down till you stilled inside of him. You let his warm walls just surround you for a few minutes, never wanting to leave the comforting heat though you knew you had to and eventually you did. Both of you groaned as you pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside Andrea. Andrea instantly curled into you, resting his head on your chest as he recovered.

“I love you, Doctor”, he murmurs in his raw voice.

You hum in happiness, wrapped your arm around Andrea to hold him close. “You will always be my favourite patient.”

[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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[tricksters-captain]

Ladies in Lavender/Andrea Marowski Imagines - It Started With a Storm

AN: I doubt this will get many reads/likes but I finally watched Ladies in Lavender and this imagine was all that went through my head. Also a big thank you to @incansas​ for helping me with the Polish!

Summary: When a young man washes up on the shore of your little home, your family’s life is changed forever. But will the family manage to remain the same when Janet realises both her sister and her daughter are in love with the same man?

Pairing(s): Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader, Mother!Janet x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 3,572

Warnings: Spoilers for movie, Fluff, light smut, angst, to keep the accents/dialect the same as the movie ‘Mama’ is pronounced as ‘Mu-mar’ in this fic for those who aren’t familiar. 

You remember the day he washed up onto shore and into your life like it was only moments ago.

There had been a storm the night before and the house seemed to howl along to the wind. Being by the coast, you had been used to the storms, but that night you had barely slept a wink.

When morning came, it had been your aunt Ursula who had spotted the boy; lying face down on the rocks as if he had been a seal.

You had all rushed down, still in your nightgowns, to see if he were alive. Upon finding out he was, you were sent to fetch help.

You remember how your heart stop when your mother had rolled him over. You had been constantly chased and fawned over by the village boys but you had never shown any real interest in any of them before. You enjoyed living with your mother and aunt and never desired for anything more until that day.

You restlessly waited as the doctor checked him over. He had been put in the spare room which was the door opposite your own bedroom. Your mother tutted as your leg bobbed up and down impatiently. 

When you were allowed to see him, you had decided to hold back as your mother and Ursula approached him. He had been asleep and so you all decided to leave him but you chose to return later when Janet and Ursula were in the garden.

You lingered in the doorway, leaning on the frame as you watched him from afar.  You had worn one of your white summer dresses with a cardigan over the top and your bare feet were wiggling on the wood floor below from your nerves. 

When Andrea opened his eyes and saw you he seemed to mutter ‘Anioł’. It wasn’t until much later you found out that he had thought you an angel that fateful day.

“I don’t want you loitering around that boy.” Your mother muttered as he brought her teacup to her lips.

“Oh, Mother, please!” You scoffed as you felt your cheeks tinge pink.

“I’m not blind, (Y/n). I see how the men gawk at you and I have no doubts this one will be the same.” There was a hint of amusement in your mothers tone but you knew she really did have some concern hiding behind her eyes.

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be worrying about.” You wiggled your eyebrows as you looked towards the stairs. Your aunt Ursula had disappeared up them to hand over some of your grandfather’s pyjamas to the boy.

Your mother chose not to respond.

You tried to do as your mother requested. You only visited his room when there was someone else present, either your mother, Ursula or Dorcas. But there had been some moments at night where you bid the boy goodnight before retiring to your own room and those moments you liked to keep to yourself. Even if it was just a simple goodnight and a soft smile.

Not that you had realised it at first but you soon found yourself falling for that smile. 

You had in fact ignored your feelings for the boy until he played the violin for you all for the first time. 

It was as if you had never truly heard music before. 

His eyes caught yours as he played and a smile stretched across his lips. 

And your mother noticed. 

Nothing really became of your feelings until the harvest party. 

“Are you sure I should go?” You asked your mother as you stared down at your light blue dress in the mirror. 

“Yes.” Your mother squeezed your arms reassuringly. “You can keep an eye on our little guest for us. Make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.”

“That doesn’t seem likely.” You chuckled at the idea of the boy getting into trouble. 

You peered back into the mirror to see Andrea in the doorway, staring back at you with his wide eyes and a breathless expression. 

Your mother turned as you did. 

“Andrea! My! You look very smart!” Your mother gushed over his new suit. 

“Thank you.” He nodded coyly as he patted down his blazer. 

You all descended the stairs then Ursula handed him his violin to take along. 

“Be sensible.” Your mother kissed your head just before you left. 

“Always, Mama.” You promised her. 

At the harvest party, you were soon taken away from Andrea to sit with the girls your age, not that Andrea minded much as Luke guided him to sit with the men. 

Throughout the evening, you kept catching him looking your way with a bright smile. And each time, you felt your heart flutter and your stomach flip. 

He looked incredibly dapper in his new clothes. 

As Adam Penrose began to sing, the room came alive with dance and you lost sight of Andrea. 

“(Y/n)?” Andrea’s voice surprised you as he appeared beside you. He offered his hand and you took it carefully. 

“Your ankle?” You gestured down to it but he only smiled and waved it off. 

He lead you to the dance floor, placing his hand on your waist as you took his shoulder. 

You laughed as the crowd drunkly sang around you both. You swayed steadily to the music, accidentally stepping on his toes a couple of times but Andrea only chuckled at your gushing apologies. 

As the song came to a close, you encouraged him forward to play for you all. 

He picked up the violin and soon the room had all their eyes and ears on him. 

A couple of the older gentleman twirled you around and Andrea’s eyes never left you as he played. They locked on your every movement, every smile and every glance towards him. 

When he his piece came to a close, he collapsed down on the stage with a smile and lack of breath. You went to congratulate him on his performance when you saw a woman approach him first. She was a visiter to your little town and that was all you knew. 

As they began to converse, you realised that she spoke German and you felt a sudden desire to return home. 

“Did you have fun, my dear?” Your mother greeted you as you opened the door. 

“I did.” You pressed a smile onto your face to hide that something was wrong. 

“Where’s Andrea?” She looked past you to see you were alone. 

“I let him stay, he was having fun but I was tired.” You lied. 

“I hope he isn't too late.” She frowned as she followed you upstairs. 

“I’m sure he won’t be.” You chided, kissing her on the cheek. “Goodnight Mama.” 

“Goodnight Dear.” She seemed to take the hint and returned to her room. 

When Andrea finally returned home that night, he was drunk as a skunk. 

“My goodness.” Ursula covered her mouth as you all stood on the stairs watching the boy drunkenly murmur the words of one of the songs from earlier  that evening. 

“I’ll help him to bed.” You took it upon yourself to help him to his feet and up the stairs. Your mother helped you lay him on the bed before disappearing. 

You untied his laces and removed his shoes and jacket so that he would be more comfortable. 

Andrea’s hand caught your wrist as you went to leave. He sat up and sen you a drunken smile. 

“Jesteś piękna.” 

You did not understand what he had said but from the look in his eyes you knew it had been some kind of confession/compliment. 

“Goodnight, Andrea.” You brought his hand to your lips and kissed it gently before leaving. 

The next morning, Andrea was worse for wear. Dorcas was sent up to wake him but he didn’t surface for another hour or so.

You were in the garden with your mother and Ursula. Them gardening, you crocheting on the bench. 

He sauntered into the garden and sat beside you in the shade. 

“How do you feel?” Ursula asked. 

“Pretty sorry for himself I should think.” Your mother muttered. 

You turned and smiled at the boy with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

“Perhaps you should go back to bed.” You knew he only understood a few words but he could tell what you were thinking just by the looks on all of your faces. 

As the afternoon drew on, Ursula decided to take Andrea for a walk, leaving you and your mother alone in the house. 

You were folding the laundry from the washing line together when your mother started to tut and sigh.

“I know that he is a handsome young man but I sure hope you aren’t starting to become attached.” Janet confronted you frankly. 

“Mother!” You stopped what you were doing with an open jaw. 

“I only worry because I see the way you bat your eyes at him. Dorcas told me this morning that the town was already muttering about your dance with him last night.” You knew she only worried because you were her only daughter and she had been heartbroken before and wouldn’t want you to ever suffer that fate too. 

“It’s nothing, Mama. Besides he can barely speak English.” You tried to shoulder it but Janet wasn’t giving up so easily. 

“Sometimes words go beyond the language barrier.” She had a stern look about her. 

You reached forward and took her hand. 

“I won’t get attached, Mama. I promise.” 

But you did. 

That evening you were visited by the other stranger in town once again. The woman that had caught Andrea’s eye at the party last night just before you left.

She greeted you and your family with a smile and a handshake. 

“We met the other evening at the village hall.” Olga informed your mother and aunt. 

“If you’ll excuse me.” You couldn’t stick around since you knew you couldn’t control your facial expressions. It was your worst habit, you had absolutely no poker face. 

You watched from the window as the young woman bid him goodbye with a kiss. 

Andrea turned to find you in the windows when Olga left but you backed away before his eyes met yours. 

Andrea frowned, climbing the stairs to your bedroom. 

He knocked on the door softly as you sat at your dresser, brushing through your hair. 

“Hello?” Andrea only took one step forward into your room. “Uh, what is... What... What is-wrong?” Andrea struggled with his english as his face flushed with confusion. 

“Nothing.” You lied, staring back at him in your mirror. 

You watched him press his lips into a thin line before leaving you be. 

When he returned only minutes later, he had a handful of flowers and an apologetic smile. 

“For you.” He knelt down on his knee beside you and you took the flowers from his hand. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. You took a chance and leant forward, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

His face turned a slight shade of pink as he nodded his head at you. 

“(Y/n)? Andrea?” You heard your mothers voice calling you both. 

“We better go downstairs.” You rose from your seat and took the boy’s hand in your own. He squeezed it assuringly. 

You dropped it before your mother could see however. 

The next morning came an unwelcome surprise. The letter from Olga, unveiling her intentions and the news of her famous brother. 

You tried ignoring it by inviting Andrea on a walk.

“Shall we go for a walk today?” You turned to him at the breakfast table. Just as Andrea began to nod his head, your mother spoke up. 

“Not unchaperoned!” She proclaimed. 

“Oh Mama, please, we can go down by the sea. You’ll be able to see us from the window.” You pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes. 

“Very well.” Janet gave in. “Just be back before the doctor arrives.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Ursula’s smile fade and her eyes drop to her plate as she lost herself in thought. It stirred an uneasy feeling in your stomach but you chose to push it back.

“It’s a beautiful day.” You sighed happily as you walked down the path to the sea. 

“Yes.” Andrea agreed. 

You couldn’t help but smile when Andrea wrapped his fingers around your hand. You looked up at him with a shy smile as you walked along the stones. 

“Come.” You tightened your grip as you spotted your favourite childhood spot up ahead. The tide was just low enough to get round to it without getting wet. 

Andrea furrowed his eyebrows at you as you tugged him over the rocks and inside the large cave. 

“Echo!” You shouted, your voice bouncing off the walls. Andrea chuckled at you and shouted himself. 

You looked up at him with a bright smile and Andrea squeezed your hand again.  

You watched his Adams apple bob as he swallowed, taking a step towards you. 

Your heart was in your throat as you watched him lean forwards. 

His lips found yours and you closed your eyes. He slowly backed you up against the cave wall, his finger tips resting on the damp stone as he enclosed you.

Your hands found their place on his hips as you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore past your lips. Andrea’s hand lifted to cup your jaw under your ear. 

His stuttering breathes in-between the kisses stirred a heat between your legs; your knees weakening at the sound. 

“Andrea.” You whispered as his mouth moved down your neck. “We can’t.” 

You pushed the boy away slightly despite his confused and irritated expression. 

“Mother will realise we are missing. We should head back.” You went to move towards the exit of the cave 

Andrea pulled your hand back with a look that was hard to deny. You laughed lightly up at him before pressing one final kiss to his lips and running off. 

You made it back to the house for the check up with the doctor. You tried your hardest to stop smiling like a fool by the time you made it to the house. Andrea had chased you all the way there. 

When the evening drew in, you all sat around to listen to a concert on the wireless. 

You kept your distance from Andrea, fearing your mother would sense something was different between the two of you. 

After a couple cups of hot cocoa, you all retired to bed and that’s when you found your opportunity to see Andrea again. 

Andrea was already standing by his door when you knocked lightly and opened it. 

“Goodnight.” You bid your usual goodnight. 

“Goodnight.” Andrea wished it back to you. His fingers fiddling with the door handle as he contemplated kissing you again. 

You stepped forward, pushing yourself up to kiss him with one quick peck before retreating to your own room. 

“Wait!” Andrea stood in the hallway, reaching out his hand as you went to close your door. 

“Ag-again?” He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

You couldn’t say no. You kissed him again, this time slower, softer and lingered there for what felt like a minute before pulling away. 

“Goodnight, Andrea.” 

The next morning the sun was beating down on your little house from the moment it rose. The air was hot and thick and the conditions ultimately resulted in a beach day. 

You lounged on the beach with your aunt and mother as Andrea tried on one of your grandfathers old bathing suits. 

You felt your heart stutter at the sight of the boy in the old navy blue costume. He smiled brightly at you before he trotted off into the sea. 

“Will you go for a swim, dear?” Your mother asked you. 

“Oh no.” You shook your head at the idea. You were quite warm and you would enjoy swimming with Andrea but you didn’t want the audience of your aunt and mother there if you did. 

The panic that Andrea caused by pranking you with his disappearing act is what made you realise just how deep you were. The jealously that followed when Ursula took off with him only made it worse.

It frightened you. 

You shouldn’t be in love with the boy. You weren’t even sure if he’d be able to stay. You weren’t sure whether he’d up and leave if he could. 

You sat in the garden, staring off the coast with tears in your eyes. 

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Your mother approached you from behind, unaware of just how upset you truly were. 

“Nothing.” You blinked back the tears and straightened up. 

“Don’t nothing me.” Janet sat down and cocked her brows at you. 

You faced her and forced a smile to your lips which only twisted into some kind of straight lipped grimace. 

“Oh my dear.” Janet lifted her hand to stroke your hair. The action of affection broke you down. 

You fell into your mother’s arms and cried. 

“As much as I enjoy him being here, things have become increasingly harder with him around.” Janet knew why you had been so upset. It was a mixture of never having had feelings this strong before, your aunt giving you the colder of shoulders and Olga forcing you to become a green monster. 

“Both my daughter and my sister in love with the same young man. You’re making this very difficult for me.” 

You chuckled through your tears on your mother’s shoulder. She embraced you tighter and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing because I don’t.” She muttered. 

“I’m afraid that makes two of us.” You pulled back and she began to wipe your eyes. 

“Just don’t do anything you’ll make either of us regret.” She clasped hold of your hands as she spoke. 

“I’ll try.” You said weakly, snivelling into your hankie. 

As the days went on, sneaking glances and soft touches became habit. 

That was until, Andrea started to become colder to your mother and aunt. You worried he knew about Olga’s brother, perhaps she was who he had been seeing during the day on his long walks.

“What is the matter, Andrea?” You asked as you sat beside him on his bed. 

Andrea remained silent as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Speak to me.” You took hold of his hand, pleading for him to look at you. 

When he did, you lost your train of thought, only his lips filled your head. 

The same thoughts seemed to go through his own mind as he gently cupped your cheek and brought you in for a sweet kiss. 

He laid you back on the bed, never breaking the kiss as he hovered above you. 

You began to pant as his tongue made its way down your jaw and neck. His hands pawing at you through your nightgown. 

“Andrea.” You murmured his name, cautious of the noises you were making. 

Your hand buried in his long hair, you arched your back against him. You wanted him. You needed him. 

“(Y/n)?” Your mothers voice caused you to both freeze. She had called you from her own room. 

You waited but you were called again. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologised as Andrea rolled off you. 

“It’s okay.” Andrea pressed his lips into a thin line as he fixed his hair. 

“Can you double check I locked the front door?” Your mother asked you from her bed. You bid both her and your aunt goodnight with a kiss and did as you were told. 

When you returned to your room, Andrea’s door was shut. You felt your heart drop. 

Things seemed to be getting better after Andrea confronted you all on the letter. You apologised for hiding it from him and he apologised for snapping at you all. 

You thought that life was finally going your way until Andrea never returned one night. He left for London with Olga. And you found out from a phone call. 

You watched your aunt Ursula collapse against your mother as she sobbed. 

You only felt numb. 

You fled the house and ran down to the sea, collapsing by the shore into the shells and sand. 

You heard your mother yelling your name from the house but you must've fallen unconscious at some point because you woke up in your bed. 

“You silly girl.” Your mother jumped from her chair. “You stayed out there all night and caught a fever! I was worried sick.” 

“Andrea?” You muttered, hoping last night had been but a nightmare. 

“In London, Dear.” 

You rolled over to stop her from seeing you cry. 

You didn’t seem to get any better from your sickness until you received a letter from Andrea explaining his disappearance and his current plans. 

There was a separate letter apologising for fleeing without you but with a promise that he’d come back for you. This gave you hope. 

Only he didn’t. Not before the concert at least. 

You surprised him first by showing up with Janet and Ursula and he almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the three of you. 

He embraced you tightly, apologising over and over in your ear. You hugged him back, gripping onto his expensive suit and hair. 

“Don’t ever leave me again.” 

“I promise.” 

AN: I hope you Bruhl fans enjoy this little fic :)

[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.

[pondering-and-wondering]

Lazy Day

I wanted to write some fluff and this is what happened

Andrea Marowski x reader

523 words of pure fluff

Warnings: Poor writing and google translate

Lazy days by the sea were always your favorite, what made this one better was the polish boy whose head was laid in your lap. The story of how he got to your town was a complicated one, but all that mattered to you was that he was here. 

All you had planned was a simple picnic with Andrea; A blanket, a wicker basket, and the sea breeze keeping the two of you company. Communication wasn't always the easiest between the two of you, but often times all it took was a simple gaze to convey exactly what you were feeling.

You truly intended to eat as soon as you got there, but as soon as the blanket was laid down he ended up snuggled into your arms. For a full grown man, he seemed so small and delicate. Without saying a word his eyes cried “ hold me in your arms and never let go,” and with honey-brown eyes like his, how could you resist? You felt safe with him in your arms and he felt safe in your arms and you couldn't ask for more.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and murmuring something you didn't understand, but the satisfied smile on his face told you it was something good. He took one of your hands, his eyes still closed, and led it up to his head and into his hair. “Please?” he asked softly and you immediately complied, your fingers delicately massaging his scalp. He let out a satisfied sigh and snuggled impossibly closer to you. His arms snaked around your waist, gripping onto the fabric of your shirt and pulling himself snug against you. 

“Proszę, nigdy mnie nie puszczaj” he mumbled into you, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your stomach. He knew you wouldn't know what you said, but he liked it better that way. You never pressured him to speak English, all you wanted was for him to be comfortable and he loved that. You were his safe place, and he was going to stick by you as much as he could. 

“Do you want to eat yet?” you asked as you pet his hair, knowing that he wouldn't want to move. He simply shook his head, sitting up from your lap. You didn't know exactly what he was doing until he gently pushed you to lie down. You couldn't help but giggle at his antics, “what are you-” you asked before he lied down on top of you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “This is okay?” he asked, blinking slowly as he awaited your answer. You reached up to hold his face “ very okay” you responded, to which his smile grew wider. He let his head rest comfortably on your chest, tracing circles on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back, taking in his warmth along with the warmth of the sun.

You knew you probably wouldn't get to eat your lunch anytime soon, but you could hold on for a little while longer. You would do anything for Andrea, and you were more than willing to do nothing with him too.

[mypoisonedvine]

You don’t have to answer but what current things are on your WIP?

oh a lot! let's see if I can remember them all!

coming soon:

heavy metal lover part 2 (there will be anywhere from 5 to 7 parts in total, it's still taking shape)

enemies to lovers with johnny storm

dark fic, hacker au with a daniel brühl character

dark howling commandos

coming later:

a/b/o laszlo kreizler fic, lots of angst and smut

bucky x reader enchanted au (I might try to coordinate this one with my 10k celebration)

dark!zemo and bucky’s girlfriend

dark!avengers cult au

coming eventually:

jake jensen fwb series

three different incest wips (since people have asked, the characters are jake jensen, laszlo kreizler, and bucky. only the first one is a proper dark fic although they're all obviously dark by default in a certain sense)

pure 100% fluff with andrea marowski

something based on ‘synchronic’ (anthony mackie)

a social media au (that's all I'll say for now haha)