#andrea marowski x you

[profeyandere]

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʙʀᴜ̈ʜʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴏᴡꜱᴋɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀꜰ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The afternoon in the small Cornish seaside town had been quiet enough for you to have proposed to yourself to rest the rest of the day from the hectic morning you'd had at your little flower stall. You were surprised at the ease with which people came to feel sorry for you, you should have even been angry knowing the reason why the inhabitants of that town offered to help you and offer you more money than you asked for your beloved plants, but you couldn't turn down those kinds of incentives that helped you pay the bills at the end of the month. With no family to help you, no friends to turn to, or a partner to make the simple task of paying the bills easier, you couldn't turn down that extra money people offered you, even if you felt bad enough inside so that on some occasions you decided to return the extra coins that they gave you. Some mentioned that it was because of the good maintenance of the flowers, because of how you took care of them, or how dedicated you were to your profession, but you knew that it was just a lie invented by all of them so that you would not reject the only thing they could offer you.

Today, strangely, you had more work than usual and, to your surprise, at noon you were returning home empty-handed. All the flowers had been sold, and you had nothing else to offer to the public, so you decided to end your day when you saw a large mass of people heading towards the nearest church. You couldn't guide yourself by sounds, your birth condition had prevented you, but that didn't prevent you from finding out on your own what time the clock was showing, in this case observing how most of the town's citizens gathered to address themselves to church at noon.

Now, finally finding yourself home after having enjoyed a light meal and a sweet dessert, you were ready to continue your evening activities. Depending on the weather, and the day of the week that it was, you used to walk around the town, enjoying the tranquility that its inhabitants and its aesthetics gave you, or you would take a short walk along the small rocky beach that characterized the place, then taking with you some kind of book or notebook to entertain you for the next few hours in which you escaped from the world around you or at least tried to do so after meeting the Polish foreigner who came ashore.

Remembering Andrea made you smile unconsciously and let out a small laugh that you quickly stopped. The foreigner who had come to the coast was really charming, there was no other word for it. The news that a castaway had settled in the house of the two sisters caught the attention of all the neighbors, many of them asking about the identity of the stranger and his origin, but you did not become aware of the existence of that young man until, a few weeks after his arrival and his quick recovery, you ran into him in the market with Janet and Úrsula. Your first interaction was strange and quite awkward. While both sisters were at the vegetable stall, Andrea had diverted to the fruit stall, then met you and a kind smile that you gave him as a greeting, receiving from him an answer that you couldn't hear. As much as the boy tried to tell you his name and tried to hold a conversation with you, he was surprised that you didn't answer him and only looked at him with confusion and a guilty smile; you mentally thanked Janet when she made sure the Polish had moved away from her side. That good woman came to your rescue, explaining to you through agile hand movements who the stranger was and telling you everything Andrea had tried to tell you, later observing how the same woman exchanged words with the man to, you supposed, explain to him the condition of birth that you presented.

From that moment on, you were surprised that the young Polish always came to you to try to find out more about you. When the sisters explained to him in simple words that you couldn't hear anything, he decided to try to communicate with you at any cost, taking with him a small notebook that they had bought for him to learn English vocabulary, but this time he wanted to use it for you; Andrea was eager to meet you, to find out what had caused you that little dysfunction and if there was any way to help you. He was helpful and attentive, and you couldn't ask for more.

Thinking about your chance encounters had caused your heart to beat harder as the minutes passed, and the little crossword puzzle that you had decided to solve ended up being forgotten. A smile decorated your face and, although it was very common to see that display of happiness in you, the current one did not show cordiality, but joy, affection, and love.

You loved Andrea much more than you could imagine.

You hadn't even realized how caught up in your own thoughts you had been until you saw Andrea's tall figure appear on the dirt road that separated your little home from the village; you liked the tranquility, and although your deafness prevented you from hearing the noise of the inhabitants, you were grateful to have a more picturesque and rural landscape, to say good morning to you whenever you looked out the window and to the young Polish who had become so close to you, it seemed to please him too much to be in your home and enjoy the same thing that you liked. An even bigger smile came to your face when you saw him arrive jovially, watching how he raised his hand in the air to greet you so you would know that he was on his way to visit you, responding in the same way by imitating his action.

To your surprise, once he saw you reciprocate, he began to run the small stretch of land that separated you, caring little that he could get covered in the dust of it, reaching the porch of your house in less time than it usually took him. The astonishment was in effect on your face because your raised eyebrows and your slightly open mouth showed that feeling, not only because of the way in which he had approached you with such urgency but because of the careless appearance he had at that moment; his usual shirt in whitish tones was over his pants, his skin was slightly wet with sweat from the strong sun that still illuminated the town and his hair was completely disheveled from the light wind and the fast run he had done to you.

You've never seen him look so casual.

You got up from the small rocking chair in which you had taken a seat several hours ago and, once you were face to face with the Polish, you slowly raised your hands to comb his short hair. You both looked into each other's eyes and, although inside you felt that you could explode with emotion for being able to have him so close to you, you tried to avoid smiling even more than you were already doing, then diverting your gaze to a completely different point than not her eyes, while hers were still watching you carefully; he felt that his heart was going to break out of his chest and he couldn't wait any longer, or he knew that he would end up dying before telling you what was so important and that he had kept hidden for so long.

Andrea suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you completely confused and embarrassed. He didn't notice it until he saw your confused look change to a more scared one, beginning to rant out loud in a fusion of English and Polish to tell you how he didn't want to make you feel bad and the real reason he had gone to visit you that day was for a slightly more personal, moving his hands quickly and awkwardly in an attempt to express himself better without making sure, or remembering, that you couldn't hear him. Not even you, with the little training you'd had over the years in trying to read other people's lips, were able to understand what he wanted to tell you. Andrea did not know English at all, he moved his lips very quickly, and he often used his native language to say those words that he did not know how to pronounce or translate into the language that you knew; there was a language barrier, and you were getting scared at times.

It was then that the Polish stopped his speech.

Your deafness was always a negative point in your interactions with others, and now you felt worse for not knowing how to calm Andrea down or communicate with him. He hadn't brought his notebook, you could tell by the desperate way he moved his hands and fingers to express himself through sign language, but it was useless. You just didn't understand him.

He had tried every possible way. He couldn't tell you with words, he didn't know how to express himself with the language you knew perfectly, and his patience was running out.

Andrea took days to make the perfect declaration of love for you. When he realized the feelings he harbored towards you, which at first he mistook for friendship, he wanted to go looking for you as soon as possible to express what he felt, but when he realized that he wouldn't know exactly what to say to you, he started to work on himself to make you see how much he cared for you. At first, he wrote his feelings in his notebook, trying to describe them in the most natural way possible, and once he had in his hands a set of paragraphs that combined perfectly to make a decent statement, he spoke to the two sisters who had loved him so much care and that they cared for him to teach him sign language. When they both found out that this sudden interest came from the obvious affection he felt towards you, they didn't take long to get down to work to help him, even if Ursula was slightly damaged by the implicit rejection she had received from the young man.

He had tried for weeks to be perfect for you, to study and learn to show you how much he loved you and now, that he had you in front of him, he didn't know what else to do to express how much he appreciated you. He was nervous, he was afraid, and having you in front of him didn't help him much.

You noticed Andrea's obvious anxiety and, once your heart had calmed down, you decided to try to calm him down, but that's when one of his hands reached for one of yours and quickly directed it to his chest, precisely the place where his heart was. which, latent, pumped with such force that it surprised you. You carefully observed the difference in sizes between your hands, allowing yours to extend as far as it could to cover the entire area of his chest and unconsciously stroking the scratchy material of his shirt, focusing on the pounding of his heart, feeling how your cheeks were starting to get hotter and hotter from the blush that was settling there.

Andrea made sure of the slightly reddish tones that appeared on your face, smiling softly when he saw that perhaps he had done the right thing by acting that way. He could say openly that he had proposed and you, from what she could see in your eyes and the expression on your face, seemed to reciprocate. The boy took a couple of steps towards you, shortening the distance that separated you more and more until your bodies were completely together in front of the other; at that moment you could feel his breath those inches away from you. By then, your hand was entwined with his, while the other had changed course to place it on your cheek, caressing it with soft touches as if you were the most beautiful creature in all the world.

"I love you."

You didn't listen to his words, you wish you had, but you managed to understand him perfectly when you met his gaze again, seeing how it flashed and the smile he had grew a little bigger for having managed to find a way to make you see his feelings. It was only a few seconds later when he began to slowly lean in so that his lips met yours in a shy touch that you strengthened once you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him properly, feeling your hearts beat faster than you ever could. have imagined.

Then you realized that an action was worth a thousand words.

[italianraviolos]

(1st of March 2022)

I'm currently in Paris with my father who's a PAIN IN THE ASSHOLE.

He complains about everything, he doesn't want to visit anything...

He's definitely testing my limits to see how much it takes to bring me to commit homocide.

So, this morning I visited Orsay Museum without him, and this led me to think about...

HOW WOULD DANIEL BRÜHL'S CHARACTERS REACT TO VISITING MUSEUMS?

1) LAZSLO KREIZLER

Everything started with this motherf*cker right here.

I literally thought "Lazslo would never do this to me, he would love to be here and watch all this paintings, he would love to comment the author, their style and to tell me the stories of all these paintings".

He would be the one to ask you to go to museums (O MY I LOVE THAT THING), he would ask you to join him, and if you do, he would definitely be your guide through every kind of exhibition.

(this is a clear symptom of a big dick)

I don't want to support mansplaining, but, I would stay there hours with him explaining things about whatever the museum is...

Also, eating at a cafe after the show or the visit and commenting what you've seen...

SO HOT

2) HELMUT ZEMO

He would buy you the museum.

End of the story.

I firmly believe that, at the first occasion you mention your will to go in a particular museum, he would instantly call the owner and ask for a private visit and telling them that he's willing to pay... A lot...

Also, I believe he's probably highly educated, being the Baron he is.

Guiding you through the museum and telling you the stories of the paintings, sculptures and the authors.

"museum date" wouldn't be the most popular option between you two, but I like to think, once or twice a month he'd be like "hey you know, there's this show of this famous artist, I was thinking we could go together".

Again...

SO HOT

3) ALEX KERNER

I'm sure as hell I would end up kicking him in the face...

I'm sure he would be all whiny and would bitch around for staying in front of a statue for more then three seconds...

He would complain every two seconds and ask perpetually when we are leaving.

He would rather prefer do other things instead of museum (I think I made it quite clear), but maybe he would agree to come with you if this makes you happy.

But that doesn't mean he's gonna enjoy it and that he's not going to bitch about it...

4) NIKI LAUDA

Only if it's about something that he likes too.

I imagine a museum about cars or motors or stuff related to F1.

So here we have two possible endings, one good and one bad.

The good one, happens if you like the same things.

He would love to come with you to cars related shows and museums, and explain to you how things work and their history.

The bad one, happens if you have different interests.

Prepare yourself to go around art shows and museums all alone, or with a bratty and bitchy Niki.

5) ANDREA MAROWSKI

This is a difficult one to identificate.

He plays the violin, so I believe he has an advanced knowledge of music and its history and probably a good level of general culture, probably above an average person.

BUT

His childish attitude and his hyperactivity will definitely influence his interest and his attention in a museum.

So for this one, I believe he would gladly come with you, and he would actually enjoy it, but not for an excessive amount of time.

Let's say, no more then 2 hours.

THOSE ARE THE ONES I WANTED TO ANALYZE TODAY, IF YOU HAVE DIFFERENT HEADCANONS FROM MINE AND/OR HEADCANONS FOR OTHER CHARACTERS, PLEASE LET'S START A CHIT CHAT IN THE COMMENT, I LOVE THAT THING.

Bye Lovies ❤️

[lost-in-sokovia]

certified soft boi andrea markowski as a dad please 🥺

dad!andrea headcanons

okay andrea as a dad🤍

when baby is born, he is just mesmerized by him

kasper amadeus marowski (amadeus after wolfgang amadeus mozart, of course)

you would not allow andrea to completely name your child wolfgang mozart marowski, so the middle name of the famous composer was your compromise

kasper has andrea’s dirty blonde locks, in barely visible wisps atop his head

he also has andrea’s beautiful chocolate eyes that you could stare into forever

during labor andrea is at your side, holding your hand (that’s basically cutting off his circulation) with his wide eyes watching the midwife help welcome his son into the world

baby marowski also decided he needed to make his entrance into the world at like 11pm, so like the room is dark with candles lit all around you and you are just absolutely exhausted and so apologetic to the midwife that it’s so late

after kasper is placed on your chest, andrea presses hundreds of kisses your head and whispers praises in german as you try to regulate your breathing

his mouth has the most heartwarming smile plastered across his face in combination with big shiny eyes all for his son

“he’s so tiny,” you cry as a tear slides down your cheek. one arm is wrapped around you while the other is helping to hold little kasper

“you did wonderful schatz, mein gott, er ist wunderschön,” he breathes

you are absolutely exhausted and after the midwife leaves, you’re just like “andrea take the baby i sleep at this exact second right now”

^and he’s happy to be on baby duty :)

as baby grows up, andrea loves to take him outside near the ocean and just stare out across it as kasper’s chubby little hands grab at the grass

kasper grows up listening to violin music (obviously) and andrea loves to play for him because it makes him smile

you and andrea both spend a lot of time just cuddling the baby in bed, the two of you quietly chattering as kasper naps on one of your chests

andrea will also just talk to the baby. the two of you will be sitting together in the living room when andrea will just start talking, and you’re like “did you say something my love?” and he’s like “oh i was talking to the baby”

kasper likes to suck on andrea’s violin bow, which you’d think would drive andrea mad but he’s like “aw haha” and you’re the one who’s like “andrea that’s definitely not safe”

“i see no problem, he’s just trying to be like his daddy” “andrea what if he chokes on it?” “how could he possibly-“ *kasper coughing in the background*

andrea also gets mega baby fever but that’s a different hc for a different day😀

you’ll watch andrea and kasper out in the garden, andrea letting kasper touch all the plants as andrea tells him little stories and sings little songs in german

andrea will talk about how he met you to the baby, and talk about how he loves you so much and how you gave him kasper

andrea likes to dress kasper up in dapper little outfits and will spend entire paychecks on him😭😭

kasper takes his first steps in the garden, you sitting in the grass and holding up a flower while cooing “come get the flower, kasp!”

andrea was holding his hands and then let go as the baby stumbles towards you, and you and andrea cheer as you catch him

when kasp turns one he’s looking so much like his daddy already

he still loves the garden, likes nap time (especially if you’re napping with him), likes rainstorms, has a slight aversion to the violin at this age (which doesn’t last long but still breaks andrea’s heart), and likes potatoes

i hope you liked this cute little hc!!!

[rumblelibrary]

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

The Perfect Day [Andrea Marowski x fem!Reader]

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did Laszlo woke you up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

You asked as he blushed deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could you resist him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A natural smiled appeared on your lips.

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

Your perfect day.

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #20 - Lactation - Andrea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Andrea?”

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

“D-do you want to taste it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you enjoy that, Andrea?”

“More than anything,”

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

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Teacup

Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader Oneshot

Summary: Your husband is called to war and saying goodbye is the hardest part.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mature themes - Non-graphic sexual content, reader emotional distress, uncertainty of war

A/N: A oneshot for Veterans & Remembrance Day. The film takes place in 1936, so our sweet Andrea would have almost certainly been involved in the Second World War. Also, please forgive and/or feel free to correct me if I blunder on internet Polish endearments 😳😊. Thanks for reading 🩸🌺

War had come, and the music diminished.

The glitz and glamour of symphony opening nights had been replaced with blackout curtains and the simplicity of hardship. Each sporadic performance saw at least one additional orchestra member called to serve, and replacements were hard to come by. It broke your heart on so many levels – to see the symphony reduced to a shadow of its former grandeur, to learn of the next man called to war, to be informed that yet another of your fellow orchestra wife friends had become a widow.

You knew that you were lucky. You knew that you were living on borrowed time. Each morning you woke up with Andrea safe and warm in your marriage bed, you knew it was just a matter of time. Despite not being a British national, he’d lived and worked as a British citizen for more than two years and, as such, wasn’t eligible for exemption from the conscription legislation. Your position as a married woman prevented you from being called up, but as each year of war progressed, so did your fear about your husband’s number being pulled.

And then, the dreaded day came. His orders arrived in the post and your stomach dropped to your feet. Tears stung your eyes as he opened the official summons and read the words requiring him to report for military service at the end of the week. Nervous apprehension colored Andrea’s voice, but as always, he was far more concerned with your wellbeing.

But you did your best to swallow your trepidation and keep your smile just for him, not wanting him to worry. You knew that he had dark days ahead, and you didn’t want his remaining days at home to be gloomy from the impending storm. After all, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t come back home, but there was certainly no guarantee the other way, either. It made you even more determined to make his remaining days pleasant and his last night lovely.

You wore your best dress and fixed your makeup as best as you could with current shortages. You planned your rationing coupons and points to prepare a special meal – ham, glazed carrots, mashed potatoes with real butter, and apple crumble for dessert. It was an all-out splurge, and your menu options would suffer for the next few weeks, but at least you’d only be eating for one. You tried not to let the thought dampen your spirits, though. Especially as you felt positively decadent, listening to the wireless chirp happy music and seeing Andrea’s warm smile across the table.

Of course, you loved hearing him play and he loved playing just for you. Over the remains of tea and crumble, he filled the rooms of your small flat with his beautiful music and you never wanted it to end. You wanted to commit each note, each trill, each loving glance to memory. His impassioned playing had struck you from the earliest days, and it never failed to make you smile. As the ending notes sounded and his soulful gaze connected with yours, full of love and longing – you had to fight back tears as the unspoken uncertainty lingered in the air.

But he set his violin aside and turned up the wireless before either of you could dampen the evening. He swept you into his arms, dancing you around the living room with fond smiles and soft laughter. You rested your head on his shoulder, burying your nose against his neck to breathe in the day-worn scent of soap on his skin. His warm, capable hands held you close as he turned you about and you wanted to dissolve into him, to always hold him so close.

When his feet stopped moving and you stilled in his embrace, the passion of his kiss stole your breath. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow and you matched him for each stroke, each nip, each taste. Your fingers wove through his lush hair, whimpering as he lavished affection down the column of your neck, making your body come alive as only he ever had. The path to your shared bedroom was a familiar one as you melted in his arms, wanting him to steal you away from your mind even if only for a short while.

His skin met yours against the bed sheets, and you moaned just for him as he made you whole. You cried his name as he moved in you, clinging to his broad back as blissful euphoria consumed you both. You fell asleep curled in his arms, pressed close together with his warmth against your back and fighting the heartache that threatened to consume you.

Dawn broke all too soon, and the drowsy early morning hour found you still wrapped in his embrace. His violin callused fingers caressed your skin with gentle reverence that never failed to make you delirious with desire for your sweet Andrea. Your body warmed with inviting heat that he buried himself in, lost to the feel of each other in the quiet dawn, forgetting all the worries of the day in your all-consuming love.

When you finally found your breath and managed to rise from bed, you knew that you had to keep yourself distracted as you dressed in your simple housecoat. The impending wave of anxiety threatened to cripple you, but you refused to ruin his last morning at home.

Not his last, dammit. It couldn’t be. It wouldn’t be.

So, you focused on making tea and breakfast. You focused on trying to make the porridge the right consistency, and you made sure his tea was just how he liked it when he finally emerged from the bedroom. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight of his uniform. The drab brown wool looked so lifeless on him, and he wore it with distinct discomfort, tugging on his shirt collar as he approached the table.

“Is it bothersome?” You asked, hoping your voice wasn’t too strained.

He flashed a tight smile and probably meant it to be reassuring. “It is…scratchy. Like an itch.” He stopped fiddling with it, rolling his shoulders to adjust the fit of the fabric against his skin. “But I imagine that all the uniforms are.”

You nodded slowly as he pulled out your chair and you sat. “Maybe it’s just too new. I hope the itch fades the more you wear it and wash it.”

He nodded as he took his own seat. “I hope that is true. If not…,” he shook his head slowly, “perhaps my fellow soldiers will have some advice. After all, the war has gone for three years now, and we haven’t lost it due to men distracted by scratchy collars.”

A smile tugged at your lips despite the anxious knot seizing your stomach. You took a sip of tea and your stomach instantly threatened to reject it. He took a tentative bite of his porridge, looking like he had equal trouble swallowing it down.

You exhaled a deep breath. “I do hope that your train is on time. I can’t imagine the confusion it will create if it’s not.”

He caught your gaze with a sad smile. “I hope so, too. And I…I thank you again for not fighting me on wanting you to stay here. I don’t want you to get caught up in the busyness of the station, and I…I want my last memory of you – until I see you again, that is – to be here, warm and cozy, in our home.” He forced a hard swallow. “A reminder of what I have waiting for me when this finally ends.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. Of course, you were crushed that you wouldn’t get to accompany him to the station. You wanted to stay with him as long as you could, but you didn’t want to upset him or spend these precious moments in confrontation.

He took another paltry bite of porridge and you followed suit, forcing yourself to keep it down despite the nerves roiling in your belly.

“So,” he asked softly, a note of forced lightness to his voice, “what are your plans for the day?”

It was the same question that he asked you over breakfast every morning, and it comforted you and broke your heart in equal measure. You tried to summon a wane smile. “Well, I-I need to tend to the garden allotment. And I thought I would tend to Elizabeth's, as well, since she’s working all those extra hours at the hospital. I’m not due in the dress shop until tomorrow," you felt like you were rambling but couldn't stop yourself. "A-and we’re almost out of breakfast tea, so, I thought I would get some more.”

He hummed softly, raising his teacup - the one with the small chip in the rim that he refused to let you throw out. “My favorite.”

“I know.” Tears stung your eyes all over again as you nodded, trying to hold your smile. “I’ll save you some.”

His brown eyes shone with endless love and a flash of crushing fear. “I look forward to it.”

You nodded as another tear wet your cheek. The battle with breakfast was lost as you drowned under your husband’s gaze. Time was so short now. You forced a hard swallow, your voice thready. “Promise me that you’ll write?”

He nodded hurriedly, reaching for your hand atop the table, squeezing it comfortingly. “As often as I can. And I will do my best.”

His English had already been decent when you met him, and it had only continued to improve but he was still self-conscious about sounding proficient around you. It was a darling insecurity, even after four years of marriage, and you never failed to reassure him. You squeezed his hand in return. “Your letters will be perfect, Andrea – because they come from you, and you are all I want.”

“Moja kochana,” he whispered in reverential awe, “I love you so much.”

Your heart leapt to your throat as a weak sob escaped you. You squeezed his hand tighter. “I love you, too. So very much.”

The clock on the mantle tolled the hour, and you both knew what it meant. The train for war waited for no man, and you exhaled shakily.

He glanced down at the spread of dishes across the table with open reluctance. “I suppose I…should help you clear this before I leave.”

“No, please.” You shook your head. “I’ll take care of that. Let’s…let’s make sure that you have everything you need.”

Slowly, you both rose from the table and he stepped away to don the rest of his uniform and gear. You checked the fit of your housecoat and the fall of your hair, trying to swipe at your tear-streaked cheeks, wanting to look your best.

He turned around, fastening the buttons of his jacket, and your lips lifted to a small smile as you spoke. “You do…,” you sniffled gently, “you look very handsome in your uniform.”

He settled the brown cap awkwardly on his head, meeting your gaze. “I already cannot wait for the day when I never have to wear it again.”

You weren’t surprised. He certainly wasn’t a confrontational man by nature, and even if he was, the thought of entering this bloody fray was frightening. But the longer you looked at him dressed in the colors of war, you had never been prouder of him for honoring the call to duty. You summoned a weak smile. “I know you do.” You stepped up to him, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in his jacket. “And I’ll be here to welcome you home with open arms each and every day.”

He leaned in, kissing you with all the love he possessed, and you eagerly met his touch. He cupped the back of your head, holding you so tenderly close as you cradled his cheek. You poured your love, your longing, your fear, your hope into the kiss, desperate for the moment to never end. Slowly, he pulled back from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, breathing you in as his thumb stroked along your neck. You nuzzled your nose to his in silent support, in silent encouragement, and you felt, more than heard, his resigned, fortifying sigh. Tears welled in your eyes as he tilted for a brief kiss before he stepped back.

A look of pointed determination filled his gaze as his eyes held yours. “Please don’t worry for me. I love you too much to stay away forever.”

You bit your lip to stave off more words. Of course, you knew that nothing he could say would bring you true peace. This could very well be the last moment that you ever saw each other again, but if those were the words that he needed to say, if that was the hope he needed, then you were going to give him everything you had. “I know, Andrea. Please take care of yourself.”

His mouth edged a small smile, despite the sadness in his eyes. “Always for you, moja kochana.” He turned for the door, and your heart clenched in your chest.

The closing of the door behind him deafened you. A tear rolled down your cheek as you drew a shaky breath, moving back to the table. You needed to clear the dishes before readying for the day. More tears blurred your vision when you reached a trembling hand to his empty teacup. Gently, your fingers skimmed the chipped rim as you bit your lip. Your thumb swept the imprint left from his lips and your resolve crumbled.

You gripped the teacup tight as tears streamed freely down your face and gasping sobs shook your frame. A gaping chasm opened in your chest as you bowed your head to rest against the teacup, as if absorbing the feel of his lips from the ceramic.

You had been warned that the first few hours were the hardest – when the rawest, deepest ache pitted in your gut and threatened to steal your will to keep going – but that’s exactly what you knew you had to do.

You would finish clearing the table and ready for the day. You would spend today gardening, and tomorrow dressmaking, and the day after that. You would do your part in the ‘Dig for Victory’ campaign, and you would support the Royal Voluntary Service. You would stock your husband’s favorite tea, and keep the dust out of his favorite teacup – and answer each of his letters with all the love you had to give.

War had come, and the music diminished – but it would play on. So would you.

So would Andrea.

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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...

Andrea Marowski X Female Reader

Summary: During your annual trip to your Aunts' home in Cornwall, fate brings a young man to your shores.

Word Count: 9600

You had always loved visiting your aunts in Cornwall. Normally your mother would let you spend the summers there but now that you were an adult, you could spend however long you pleased with your aunts. So, at the beginning of the summer you hopped on a train and soon enough you were arriving in Cornwall. Your aunts had greeted you at the station with smiles and embraces before taking you back to their house, insisting that you get some rest after travelling. They were just glad to see you.

Normally your stays in the little coastal town were calm and uneventful, a good time to clear your mind. However, this visit would be far from usual, and it all started with a bad storm one night.

The storm had kept you awake most of the night, rattling the house. By the early morning, the storm had completely passed, and the sun was in the sky. You and your aunts had stepped outside, and it was Ursula that noticed the body washed up on the beach. The three of you had rushed down, you and Janet turning the young man onto his back. Janet was certain that he was still alive and had sent you for help.

Thankfully the town was small, the sort of place where everyone knew everyone, so the men that you found were happy to help when you explained the situation. They helped you and the sisters take the young man back to the house, laying him down on the bed in the guest room. The bed that you would usually stay in, the bed that you had spent the previous night tossing and turning in. You didn’t mind though, concerned for the young man’s wellbeing.

Of course, the doctor was called and rushed over when he heard what was happening. Luckily enough, the young man was fine apart from a broken ankle. He gave your aunts some advice on how to care for the man when he woke up before they left to show him out.

Leaving you alone in the guest bedroom with the sleeping man. You frowned at him; he was young, likely about your age. A year or two older but certainly no younger. He was handsome even as he slept but most importantly, he looked cold. He must have been cold, who knows how long he had spent in the water before laying in the brisk morning air. You grabbed a folded blanket from the back of an armchair in the room before draping it over him.

Glancing over him one last time, you left the room, closing the door behind you. By the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, your aunts had just waved the doctor off and were discussing whether they should make him something to eat for when he wakes up.

“Now, you stop your worrying” Janet sighed, making you look at her. You hadn’t even noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip in thought, “I can see it on your face. You don’t need to worry about him. We will make sure he’s alright.”

“I’m sure he won’t be able to do much with that ankle, but we don’t want you around some strange man who washed up on the beach” Ursula nodded, Janet seemingly agreeing with her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay away from the strange man you put in mybedroom” you raised an eyebrow, pretty sure neither of your aunts had realised they had given your room away.

“Oh, right…” Ursula looked to her sister for some sort of solution, confirming your suspicions.

“We’ll set you up somewhere to sleep in our room” Janet assured you. You just laughed, not minding having to share a bedroom with them for a little while.

-

The young man soon woke up and you had kept your promise to stay away from him. It wasn’t difficult, you just avoided the room. Your aunts and Dorcas would tend to him, taking him his food and drink, helping him with whatever it was that he needed.

Of course, this didn’t mean that you weren’t curious about him. From what you had learnt from your aunts, he was a young Polish man who spoke a little German, so Janet was able to communicate with him slightly with the little German she knew. He was polite despite not really understanding the women or the doctor who had visited him again. Oh, and he was heading for America before washing up here. You didn’t know much else, neither did the sisters, mostly because of the language barrier.

“Y/n, dear, would you take Andrea his tea?” Janet asked, surprising you slightly.

“You are alright with me being in the same room as him now?” you asked, already placing the cup of tea onto a tray.

“I don’t think he is much of a threat, dear” Janet assured you, having grown comfortable enough and even fond enough of the man to feel confident you would be quite alright around him.

“He seems sweet” Ursula hummed, sipping from her cup.

“Of course, I will” you gave your aunts a smile as you lifted the tray, pinching two biscuits before leaving the room.

You carried the tray up the stairs and to the door of the guest room, pausing to knock. When you heard a response in a foreign language, you stepped inside.

“Hello, Andrea” you greeted him politely.

He was laying in the bed, the cast still on his leg, with a blanket draped over his waist. He was wearing a pair of striped pyjamas, perhaps your late grandfather’s.

“I brought you some tea, and I stole some biscuits for you” you told him with a smile as you crossed the room and placed the tray down on the bedside table next to him.

The young man watched you with a look of slight confusion on his face and a small tilt of his head. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to figure out who you were or if he was trying to figure out what you said. Either way, you continued.

“I’m Y/n” you introduced yourself, placing your hand on your chest, wondering if that might help him understand your words better.

He smiled, a bright smile, a beautiful smile. He was cute. “Andrea” he placed his hand on his own chest, making your smile grow. You liked his accent.

“Janet and Ursula…” you pointed to the floor, pointing downstairs, he nodded in recognition of their names, “…are my aunts. I’m their niece.”

Andrea pondered your words for a moment before nodding. You weren’t sure he understood but you didn’t comment on it. He probably assumed you were related to the two women in some way, so maybe context assisted him in his understanding. You couldn’t imagine being in his place, trying to understand and communicate with people who didn’t understand you.

“How do you feel?” you asked but Andrea just gave you a confused expression. “Uh…your leg” you point to the leg with the cast on, he seemed to understand then, his face lighting up a little.

“Oh…czuję się dobrze” he answered. Not understanding his words at all, you gave him a guilty smile but that just made the man chuckle. “Uh…good” Andrea summed up his answer in a way you would understand.

You laughed softly to yourself, and he laughed along. Ursula was right, he does seem sweet. “Good. I’m glad” your smile softened.

“Dziękuję Ci” he nodded, smiling warmly.

You just looked at him for a moment, trying your best to understand what he was saying but were having no success. Thankfully he noticed and gestured to the tray of tea and biscuits before repeating the words. Then it clicked for you.

“Oh! You’re welcome!” you grinned, him smiling brightly in return. He found your excitement at understanding him sweet. “Enjoy” you nodded politely, gesturing towards the tray, before leaving him be. Andrea just nodded, watching curiously as you left the room.

Heading back downstairs and into the kitchen, the two older women looked to you. “So, what do you think?” Ursula asked.

“He’s nice” you concluded with a small smile.

“Does he seem well?” Janet asked, genuinely concerned for him. You all were.

“He said he feels good…or something similar” you nodded, the three of you laughing quietly among yourselves.

-

Janet and Ursula had been spending the afternoon in the garden and you had excused yourself. They didn’t ask any questions; you wouldn’t have lied to them if they did. You were going to visit Andrea, just to see if he wanted any company. You imagined he could get pretty lonely and bored, being stuck in the guest room all day.

When you stepped into the room, you paused for a moment, noticing that nearly every piece of furniture had been labelled with its name.

“I guess Ursula has been teaching you some English?” you mused, gesturing to the paper labels as you closed the door behind you.

“Ursula, yes” Andrea nodded, straightening up against the headboard as you entered the room.

“She means well” you laughed softly, hoping that she hadn’t been too overwhelming for your guest.

“She is nice” his accent was thick, his English a little broken, but you were impressed. He was learning quickly, at least compared to how fast you felt you would learn his language. Perhaps you should learn some…though, you weren’t sure how you would achieve that.

“She is” you agreed.

It went quiet for a moment. Communication was difficult but you liked his company, even if awkward silences could be a rather regular thing.

“Mirror” Andrea stated, breaking the silence and getting your attention, pointing to the mirror on the wall opposite him.

“Chair” you smiled, amused as you pointed towards the armchair.

“Table”

“Bed”

It was a silly game, but it amused you both and if it helped with his English, it was practical too.

“Y/n” he pointed to you.

“Andrea” you pointed back at him, making him smile.

You giggled at the silliness of it all, you really did enjoy his company despite the language barrier.

“Window…” Andrea’s hands fell to his lap as he looked over at the window, there was a longing in his voice. “…beach” he sighed.

You walked over to the window, looking out at the view of the coast. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?�� you asked.

“It’s…pretty” he nodded in agreement.

“Not so much in the winter but certainly in the summer” you smiled fondly as you looked back at him.

“…ocean” he sighed again, face dropping.

“You were heading for America, right?” you asked as you approached him. You knew he probably didn’t understand the full sentence, but the word ‘America’ seemed to give him all the context he needed.

“Yes…uh…to…” he huffed, frustrated when he couldn’t find the word. “…grać na skrzypcach” he brought his hands up and mimed playing the violin.

“You were going to America to…play the violin?” you asked, he looked a little unsure but nodded. “You play the violin?” you asked again, pointing to him and then miming playing the violin like he did.

Andrea nodded, giving you a bright smile for understanding. Before you could respond you heard the front door close downstairs.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back” you flashed him a smile before hurrying out of the room. Andrea just frowned to himself as you left. He enjoyed your company too.

“Aunt Janet, Aunt Ursula?” you asked excitedly as you came flying down the stairs, skirt dancing around your legs.

“Slow down, girl. You’re going to end up like Andrea” Janet chastised as you came to a stop in front of the two women.

“Do you know anyone with a violin?” you asked.

“I think Adam Penruddocke plays” Ursula answered despite her confusion. “Why do you ask?” they both looked at you curiously.

“I think Andrea plays. I think that was why he was going to America” you informed them.

“Oh, well, we could always ask him to bring it over. Maybe play something for Andrea?” Janet suggested.

“Can we?” you asked excitedly, your eyes lighting up. Janet frowned a little at you, curious about your excitement but nodded. It was a good idea.

-

When the two sisters reached out to Adam Penruddocke, he agreed to pay a visit. Arriving with his violin. The five of you, including Dorcas, went up to Andrea’s room and explained when Mr Penruddocke was there.

You and Janet helped Andrea to sit in the armchair, you and your aunts standing around him to watch Mr Penruddocke perform. Andrea had seemed excited to hear some music, you liked that expression on his face.

Mr Penruddocke was clearly nervous, and you were no musical expert but…he wasn’t very good. Good for an amateur, without a doubt! But no professional.

Andrea was polite, smiling through the piece, which you found endearing. And still, you all applauded when he finished his piece.

“Should I play something else for you?” Mr Penruddocke asked kindly.

Andrea shifted in his seat before leaning forward, taking a moment to find the words he needed. “Give me” he gestured for the violin.

Mr Penruddocke saw no reason not too, handing it over, along with the bow. You moved from your position behind Andrea’s chair, moving to stand more in front of him, wanting to see what he was doing.

Andrea instantly straightened up, checking the strings before beginning to play. You had never heard somebody play so well, not in person anyway, only on the radio. It was beautiful and he was clearly very talented.

Your jaw dropped slightly when he began to play but you quickly shut it, not wanting to seem rude. He played so naturally, and you felt hypnotised by him.

As Andrea played, he glanced up from the strings, meeting your gaze. He smiled softly, holding your gaze as he played. For a moment it felt like he was playing only to you, and you couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks not matter how foolish the thought probably was.

You had found this man attractive from the day you draped that blanket over him, found him sweet and charming from the first time you spoke with him, but now you could swear you were falling for him. You hadn’t known him for long, so these feelings made you feel foolish, but you didn’t know how else to describe them.

You had never been in love; you didn’t know how it felt. Some said it was instant, something you feel as soon as you meet the gaze of the person you would one day marry. Others said it was something that happened over time, with mutual trust and understanding and patience. You weren’t sure where your feelings for Andrea fell, if it was love or a silly crush, but you felt them and, in that moment, you couldn’t ignore them.

-

A few days passed and you had taken to spend most of those days with Andrea, and he seemed to enjoy having somebody else around. Somebody to talk too even if you didn’t always understand him.

Right now, you were in the guest room with Andrea. He sat up in bed with a tray over his lap, on that tray was a bowl of water, a washcloth, and a straight razor. He had some stubble growing in and wanted to shave it, the only problem was that he couldn’t stand in the bathroom to do it. So, you had offered your assistance.

You sat beside him on the bed, holding a handheld mirror up so that he could see his reflection as he shaved his face.

“You missed a spot” you informed him, pointing to a spot under your own jaw to show him where he missed.

Andrea frowned, craning his neck to see the spot but only frowning more. He looked down at the blade before holding it out to you.

“Oh…no, I don’t know how” you shook your head, but he insisted, pushing the straight razor towards you again. “I don’t want to hurt you” you fretted.

“You won’t” he assured you and how could you say no to that face?

“Fine but you can’t blame me if I accidently cut you” you sighed as you placed the mirror down.

He didn’t understand what you said but he let you take the razor from him. You moved the tray further down his legs and shifted closer to him while he lifted his chin to give you better access.

You nervously dragged the blade across his skin, ridding him of the remaining stubble. You had been intently watching how he did it, without even noticing, so you just tried to copy him. It seemed to be working.

You continued until you got all the places that he had missed, leaving him cleanshaven. Just as you finished, pulling the razor away with a smile, the bedroom door opened.

You both paused, looking over to see Ursula in the doorway. “Morning, Aunt Ursula” you smiled, placing the razor down on the tray.

“Good morning. I didn’t realise you were in here” Ursula commented, looking between the two of you and the tray of items.

“Andrea asked for some help shaving” you explained while he smiled and nodded in agreement. “We’re all done now, anyway” you told her as you stood from the bed.

“Thank you, Y/n” Andrea smiled as you smoothed out your clothes.

“Anytime, Andrea” you nodded, returning his smile.

“You should see if Dorcas needs help with anything” Ursula suggested. Something about her tone seemed…off, but you didn’t comment on it. You were probably reading into things.

You nodded, shooting Andrea one last smile before leaving the room. The way that Andrea smiled after you, eyes glued to your back, didn’t do unnoticed by Ursula.

-

You smiled brightly as you waved the doctor off, watching him close the gate behind him. The doctor had come to visit Andrea and had delivered some very good news, he could get his cast off! Finally, Andrea would be able to walk around and get back on his feet. The doctor had warned him that he should take it easy the first few times he walks, just because he hasn’t used his leg properly for a little while. Still, Andrea had seemed so excited.

Closing the front door, you heard your aunt call for you from the kitchen. You followed the voice, pausing in the doorway. “I think Andrea should join us at the table for supper, now that he can come downstairs. Don’t you both think?” Ursula asked, looking between you and her sister.

“I think that would be lovely” you smiled, agreeing that actually eating super with the young man would be nice. You felt so awful for him, being stuck up in that room all the time.

“I don’t see why not” Janet nodded, “go get him, won’t you dear?”

You nodded before heading for the stairs, a little skip in your step. You knocked on his door, waiting for him to call you in before entering.

“How is your leg, Andrea?” you asked. Of course, you already knew, the doctor had told you, but you just wanted to bask in the good news for a little while longer.

“Very good” Andrea nodded with a smile of his own, swinging the healed leg slightly as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“Do you think you could manage a trip downstairs?” you questioned, gesturing towards the partially opened door behind you. He nodded eagerly but looked to you for further explanation. “We want you to have supper with us” and his face just lit up at that, clearly, he thought it was a good idea as well.

Andrea pushed himself up from the bed but stumbled ever so slightly as he stood. Perhaps he had moved too quickly. Still, you gasped softly and hurried to his side, taking hold of his arm.

“Are you alright?” you asked, worried etched onto your features, which Andrea thought was rather cute. He didn’t comment on that though, he only nodded to answer your question.

“Come on, let me give you a hand” you offered kindly as he lent into you.

You took one of his hands in yours, placing your other on his back, helping him straighten up a little before taking a few steps forward. It didn’t take long for him to regain his balance and put weight back on his foot properly. You figured that he has been hesitant to put his full weight on his leg, having become used to avoiding doing just that.

“Look at that, it’s like it was never broken” you praised. It was only now that you saw exactly how tall he was, used to seeing him hunched over crutches when he was standing. He wasn’t very tall, you knew taller men in the village, but he was taller than you, just like everything else about him, you thought his height was just right for you.

“It was broken” Andrea frowned a little, tilting his head at you.

“I know” you giggled. “I just meant that it has healed well” you explained yourself.

“Oh…yes, it has” Andrea smiled happily, you couldn’t imagine how glad he was to be walking around without assistance again.

You pulled your hands away from him, seeing that he no longer needed any support, but you missed the way his smile faded slightly as you put distance between yourselves. “Come on, I think you’re going to really enjoy supper tonight” you grinned, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to lead the way.

With another bright smile, that smile that only Andrea could muster. The one that lit up the room and made you smile no matter how you were feeling, it was just contagious. You hoped you would see him smile like that plenty more times.

-

The walk down to the beach had been rather uneventful. No, it had been completely uneventful except for that brief second that Andrea’s hand brushed against your own. It wasn’t eventful but you certainly dwelled on it as if it was, it had sent a shiver through your body.

The sisters had thought it would be good for Andrea to go swimming, get back in the sea before fear could paralyse him. Of course, you had offered to take him to the beach and had insisted that you didn’t them chaperoning you both. Both because you were a young adult now and you were enjoying your time alone with Andrea.

Once arriving at the beath, Andrea tried to convince you to go swimming with him, but you shook your head, simply telling him that you hadn’t come prepared and certainly weren’t wearing the appropriate attire. So, he headed to the water alone while you watched from your seat on the sand.

You watched him for a moment, a small smile on your face as a sense of calm settled over you. Closing your eyes for a moment, you basked in the peace, the sound of seagulls flying over the water, the sound of the water gently lapping over the sand. It was a peaceful afternoon.

Opening your eyes again, you blinked and scanned the water for the sight of the young man. Realising that you couldn’t see him, panic quickly rose in you. You were instantly on your feet, rushing over to the edge of the water, searching for him.

“Andrea?!”

You called for him a couple more times. Surely, he would be fine. The water was calm, and he would have to go further out for it to become too deep for him, he must have been fine. God, what if he had swam out when you had your eyes closed, what if there had been one larger wave that caught him off guard, what if he wasn’t a strong swimmer, what if-

Through your panic, you heard his laugh. You heart was pounding as you looked around, finally seeing the familiar man coming out form behind the rock he had been hiding behind, moving to lay in the shallow water. He only continued to laugh as you approached him.

“Andrea, you foolish man! I thought something had happened to you!” you chastised, standing at the edge of the water, glaring at him.

He stopped laughing as he looked up at you, but he was obviously still amused. Without saying anything, he gestured for you to come closer. You huffed, kicking off your shoes before padding into the water that gentle lapped over your feet.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms over our chest as you looked down at him. This man had brought you to the brink of tears with his foolish prank, you wanted to stay mad at him but how could you when he was smiling at you like that?

“Come here” he gestured for you to come closer, smile unfaltering.

You sighed but didn’t argue, hiking up your skirt up a little as you moved further into the shallow water. You were standing beside him now, still glaring down at him unconvincingly.

Andrea only gestured for you to lean down, like how you would gesture for somebody to lean in when you wanted to tell them a secret. With another sigh, you lent down to see what he wanted. That had been your mistake.

An unladylike shriek escaped you as you were pulled down into the salty water. “Andrea!” you shouted as you sat up, hands wiping the water from your face as you processed what just happened. Your dressed soaked, as was your hair.

Once again, you could stay mad at him as he laughed joyfully beside you. You couldn’t help but laugh along quietly. “You are terrible” you laughed, splashing him with a generous amount of seawater.

Andrea gave you a shocked look before splashing you right back. Your childish splash fight continued for a moment longer before escalating, turning into trying to wrestle each other down into the water.

You had managed to get him down on his back, hands pinning his shoulders down, though you suspected that he let you win. Still, you were both laughing. Your wet hair hung over your face, pulled out of any neat style you previously had it in, as you looked down at him. You couldn’t help but laugh more when a small wave came and hit him in the face, shocking him.

Recovering from the wave’s attack, Andrea laughed breathlessly as he pushed you off of him. He held you by the waist as you both sat down in the shallow water, making sure that you didn’t slip and fall.

“Y/n?” the familiar voice of your Aunt Janet called.

You smile disappeared instantly and you froze, like you had been caught doing something you weren’t supposed too. Maybe you had been. You and Andrea looked towards the beach, seeing your two aunts gawking at you both.

“Uh…Andrea is fine with the water. He can swim” you told them, as if that’s what they wanted to hear.

“That’s…good” Janet nodded slightly while Ursula just continued to stare at you both. “Come on, let’s get you back to the house and out of those soaked clothes before you catch a cold” the former comes to her senses again, gesturing for you to get out of the water.

Andrea stood before holding his hand out to you, you took it and let him help you to your feet and out of the water. You picked up your discarded shoes before Janet marched you back to the house, walking ahead of Andrea and Ursula. The way she walked silently beside you made you feel like you were in trouble, though you weren’t really sure for what.

Once you returned home, you bathed and changed into dry, clean clothes. It was that evening, after Andrea had retired to his room, that Janet suggested that you and Andrea don’t spend any more time alone together.

“Why?” you frowned, the suggestion seemingly coming from nowhere.

“…I don’t want you to get attached, dear. He can’t stay here forever” Janet reminded you, of course you had already known that. He as a talented young man and this wasn’t his home, he couldn’t stay in Cornwall forever.

“We were just…playing in the water” you assured her, for some reason feeling like you were lying.

“Of course, you were” Janet nodded, a certain understanding in her gaze. “I just don’t want you to get hurt” she sighed.

You had just nodded before excusing yourself, telling your aunts that you were tired and wanted to go to bed early. They had nodded back and bid you goodnight before sharing a small glance between themselves.

-

A few of days passed since the incident at the beach and Janet had reinforced her insistence that you weren’t to spend as much time around Andrea. And you had listened to her…for the most part.

You couldn’t spend any time alone with Andrea during the day, Janet would give you that look that she gives you when you don’t listen to her. But of night…well, your aunts simply didn’t have to know.

It was dark out not, the moon high in the sky, and you could hear the soft snores of your aunts. Quietly, as silently as you could, you climbed from the spare cot they had set up for you and padded out of the bedroom. You pulled on your dressing gown, pulling it closed over your night dress.

You moved expertly down the short hall, making sure not to make any of the floorboard creek. A soft knock on the guest bedroom door and it was being pulled open in an instant. You were greeted by Andrea’s smiling face.

You held a finger up to your lips and he nodded, repeating the gesture before you slipped your hand into his. He followed you down the stairs, the two of you shushing each other when the steps creaked, only to have to hold back giggles.

The two of you had gone outside, out the back of the house to sit where there was a perfect few of the beach and calm waters. You sat beside each other, legs stretched out in front of you, close enough for your legs to touch. Both of you lent back on your hands, and you let your head fall back to admire the clear sky and the stars that hung over your heads.

“Janet…does not like me?” Andrea asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

“What? Why would you ask that? Of course, she likes you” you frowned, sitting up and turning to look at him. You aunts loved him, you knew they did, so you wondered why he would think such a thing.

“She does not like me being with you” he sighed, seeming genuinely disheartened by the thought. It was embarrassing that you had to bite back a small smile at how his words could have been interpreted.

“No, that’s not it…she just worries too much” you assured him, but he only titled his head at you, wanting you to explain further. “She doesn’t want me to…become too fond of you because one day you will have to leave. That will hurt more if we are friends” maybe that wasn’t exactly what your aunt had implied, but it was close enough to satisfy him.

“But we are friends” his brow furrowed slightly. If that truly was what Janet had been so worried about, it was already too late, right?

“I know. She just worries about me sometimes” you shook your head, a small smile on your lips as you reassured him.

Andrea nodded thoughtfully before relaxing, seeming content with your answer. A smile broke out over his face as he lay his hand over yours, “we are together now.”

“Exactly” you smiled in return, glancing down at his hand sitting on top of your hand. Maybe Janet was a big fan of you spending quality time together, but you found the time to just be the two of you for now, and that was enough. “But we won’t be able to sneak around outside for too much longer. The weather is beginning to get colder” you told him with a small sigh.

“We will bring blankets” Andrea insisted, making you laugh softly. Well, that solved that problem.

You couldn’t stop yourself from resting your head against his shoulder, a content smile on your face as you watched the gentle waves down by the beach. Andrea didn’t seem to mind though; he only closed his hand around yours and resting his head on top of yours.

It was peaceful and, in that moment, you knew you were too far gone. No matter what, the evitability of Andrea leaving would break your heart and you knew it. You wished you could just sit with him like this forever.

-

You were more than surprised when Janet suggested that you take Andrea to the Harvest festival party, since it wasn’t that long ago when she told you to limit your time around the young man. Though, you hadn’t dared complain or question it, more than happy to take Andrea to the festival. He had seemed excited when you told him about it.

Your aunts had provided him with a suit that fitted him far too well, he looked very handsome in it, and the two of you headed off.

It wasn’t long after you arrived at the hall when you were approached by a familiar face. Music had been playing, people were eating and drinking and laughing, and while Andrea couldn’t keep up with every conversation, he happily ate and drank. Your attention was pulled from the Polish man when somebody tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned, a polite smile on your face, and were greeted by a face you recognised. A boy named Christopher; well, he was a young man now you supposed. You knew him from town, saw him nearly every year you had visited your aunts for the summer, but he had always showed more interest in you than you had shown in him.

With a charming smile, he held his hand out and asked you to dance. You hadn’t been too surprised, considering the interest he had shown in you last year. Though, you thought he might have found himself a nice girl from the village by this point.

“Sorry, Christopher. I’m keeping Andrea company tonight, since he doesn’t know anybody here” you explained, politely turning down his offer.

“The man who washed up on the beach, right?” Christopher asked and you nodded. “What’s he again? German?” you didn’t really like the way he turned up his nose, glancing over at the other man.

“Polish” you corrected him simply.

That was when Andrea approached you both, having grown a little lost and disinterested in the conversation the men around him were having. He spoke your name to get your attention.

“Andrea” you smiled as you looked at him. “This is Christopher, he lives in town. Known him since we were kids” you introduced him, gently taking hold of Andrea’s elbow as he stood close to your side.

Andrea eyed the man before politely holding his hand out for him to shake. Christopher looked down at his hand, ignoring it before looking at you again.

“Let me know if you change your mind” Christopher nodded at you, a tight smile on his face, before he walked away.

“I’m sorry, Andrea. That was rude. Normally people around here are much more polite” you apologised, thankfully he didn’t seem too offended by it.

“He likes you” Andrea stated rather than responding to you.

“What?” you asked, a small frown on your face.

“He likes you” he stated again with a small shrug, as if it was obvious.

“I haven’t even seen him since last summer” you chuckled, shaking your head. Only receiving another shrug from Andrea.

“You are kind…pretty…uh…worth the…worth the wait” Andrea complimented you. His English was certainly getting better.

“Oh…thank you” you smiled at him, trying to supress the blush that formed on your face but failing to do so.

A new song started, Andrea looking to the people who were playing the music before looking back to you. Stepping away from you, he held his hand out, a smile on his face. You smiled back happily and took his hand, letting him pull you over to where other people were dancing.

Andrea took the hand that he was holding and brought it up to his shoulder, leaving it there before dropping his hand to your waist. You didn’t need more guidance, placing your other hand on his shoulder as his other found the other side of your waist. You moved with the music, starting with gentle swaying until the song picked up. You laughed and giggled as Andrea spun you around, pulling you a little too close to be called proper before pushing you away again. It was fun, and you could live in that moment forever. It was a wonderful night.

Though, your aunts weren’t so impressed when the two of you came home late, Andrea’s arm draped over your shoulders as you guided his stumbling form through the front door. He had drunk a little too much, only making himself a little unbalanced and giggly. You hadn’t minded at all but your aunts seemed less than impressed.

-

You sat in the chair in Andrea’s room, watching as he paced back and forth. He was mad and he had every right to be, you were mad too. Your aunts had even decided to go into the village to give him some time to cool off before they attempted to apologise again.

Apparently, Janet and Ursula had been hiding a letter from Andrea. A letter from Olga that could change his life, to meet and even work with a wonderful musician. He had been acting strangely ever since he found out, until he finally confronted your aunts. You had been in the room when he did so, resulting in you accidently beginning to question your aunts as well. Andrea felt a little relief when he realised that you had no idea about the secret they were keeping either.

You just couldn’t believe your aunts, you loved them dearly but…how could they hide this from him? Of course, him leaving would hurt you. You didn’t want him to leave but you wanted him to succeed, and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He had to take it.

“They didn’t tell me” Andrea finally spoke, still pacing the length of the room. From window to door and back again.

“I’m so sorry, Andrea. I had no idea. If I had known, I would have told you right away” you hoped he believed you because it was the truth. You cared too much about him to lie to him or hide things from him, “I don’t even know why they hid it.”

“I know” Andrea nodded, coming to a halt in front of you. “I know you would not lie. You have been very kind…your aunts…I just do not understand” he sighed, taking a few steps back before sitting down on the edge of the bed that had once been yours.

“It doesn’t excuse what they did, they should have told you, but…I believe they have just become too attached to you, didn’t want to lose you to London” you sighed, knowing it wasn’t a good enough explanation, but it was the only one you could come up with that made sense.

“I must go…” Andrea spoke, looking at you almost sadly.

“I know, Andrea” you smiled sadly as you stood, only to sit down beside him. “I will miss you, but I would never hold you back from the things you could achieve. You are so talented, you deserve this chance” you gently took one of his hands in yours, “who knows, maybe you will finally make it to America like you had planned.”

Andrea watched for a moment. You had come to mean so much to him, ever since he first saw you, he thought you were beautiful. Your time together had only proven to him that your beauty on the outside matched your beauty on the inside, and he adored you.

“I will miss you too” Andrea confessed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I must speak with Olga, tell her that I accept” he sighed, nodding somewhat solemnly.

“Her brother is going to love you; I just know it. Maybe I will even hear you play on the radio one day” you knew that this trip to London would only lead to him travelling elsewhere eventually. You couldn’t keep visiting him, plus he would eventually forget about you once his world becomes broader.

“Thank you” Andrea smiled softly, lifting his hand to brush your hair out of your face. The softness that he then spoke your name with nearly brought tears to your eyes. Oh, you would miss this man so dearly. He would break your heart, perhaps Janet had been right all those nights ago.

You didn’t move as he lent towards you, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. You knew that allowing this would only result in more pain later on, but you were going to hurt anyway, at least this way you would know what his lips felt like.

And just like that, his lips were on yours and you knew. They were soft and gentle, as was the kiss. You returned the kiss instantly, meeting him with a matching tenderness. Your hands rose to rest on either side of his neck, fingertips brushing along his soft skin.

His hand remained on your jaw, cupping it more firmly as he pressed his lips more against yours, his other hand resting on your waist. As if your body moved on its own, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him wind an arm around your waist and pull you closer.

It felt unreal. Kissing Andrea, holding him close like this, feeling his body against yours. You knew it wasn’t technically right, it wasn’t very proper, especially in this little village, but you didn’t care about any of that. It could never be wrong if it was Andrea.

So, when your back was pressed into the mattress, you allowed it, encouraged it, let Andrea’s body join yours. His pressed against yours from above, elbow resting beside your head as his other hand caressed up and down your waist, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. Perhaps this was a goodbye, one that you desperately needed.

Your skirt lay too high up your legs so that Andrea could place a knee between them, at some point his shirt had become unbuttoned and you couldn’t even remember which one of you had done it.

You shouldn’t even humour the possibility of doing what the two of you were doing. Neither your mother nor your aunts would approve, then again you supposed few would. You shouldn’t but you would, you knew that, accepted that, were happy with that knowledge.

A gentle hand on your knee, moving up your thigh and then-

The sound of the front door opening and close made you both pause. “Andrea? Y/n?” Janet called, sounding less authoritative than she usually did when you had done something wrong. She was apologetic for lying, you knew that.

You and Andrea looked at each other with wide eyes, both of you knowing that your aunts would only be angrier if they caught you like this. The two of you moved fast, climbing off of the bed, straightening out your clothes and hair. By the time your aunts were stepping into the room, it looked as if nothing had transpired.

-

After that, you and Andrea hadn’t gotten much chance to be alone together and had settled for fleeting touches of the hands and shared glances. The last few days had been particularly hard on you, though. Andrea had been spending a lot of time with Olga, you knew why but that didn’t convince the ugly jealousy that was forming within you. You had met Olga once, he had introduced you both, and she was nice. You liked her. Still, you didn’t like that Andrea was spending so much time with her, talking about her brother and their trip to London, rather than with you.

It had been one kiss, one amazing kiss, but it hadn’t been a commitment. You knew that.

Andrea had gone to Olga’s house this morning and it was about noon now. Your aunts had gone out to the back garden to enjoy a cup of tea, but you had decided not to join them, feeling too sorry for yourself. Though, that meant that you were the only person who heard the knock on the front door.

With a sigh, you stood and approached the door, opening it. You were surprised to see Andrea; he didn’t normally knock when he returned to the house.

“Andrea?” you questioned, wondering why he had knocked and why he had returned so early.

“I am leaving” Andrea told you, catching you off guard a little. You knew he would be leaving eventually but you had just thought you would have more time, not that he would be leaving right now.

“Now?” you asked, eyes widening slightly.

“Yes. Now” he nodded.

“I…” you were speechless, you had no idea what to say. A part of you wanted to ask him to stay but you knew you couldn’t do that to him, another part of you wanted to ask him to take you with him but that was just foolish.

Your attention turned to the somewhat familiar woman as Olga walked over, standing beside Andrea. “I have explained to Andrea that we have to leave as soon as possible, my brother is only in London for the next 24 hours. We need to get the next train” Olga explained the urgency of the situation, to which you nodded in understanding despite still being surprised. “But he insisted on coming here first” she nodded, explaining their presence at your door.

Andrea nodded, a little dismissive of Olga but not meaning any harm. He had just been about to tell you all of that, he just needed to speak with you.

“I want you to come with me” Andrea got straight to the point. He didn’t have time to beat around the bush, he just needed to lay everything out on the metaphorical table.

“Go with you to London?” you clarified, as if in disbelief that he could be asking you such a thing.

Olga looked between the two of you before nodding and walking away to wait by the gate of the property. She felt like she shouldn’t be there for that conversation, this was private.

“Please, Y/n. Please, come with me. We will send a letter once we are in London” you could hear the urgency in his voice, hurrying to explain himself and ask you to join him, all in a language he had only learnt over the last few months.

“Andrea…” you still weren’t any the wiser on what to say. Your first instinct was to say yes, to run away with him, but a more rational part of you kept your feet firmly planted in the doorway.

“Kocham cię” you didn’t know what those word meant but you could feel the electricity that they were laced with. They caused the air around you to buzz with something. You didn’t know what you meant but you wanted too, you needed too.

“I don’t-” you were about to express your lack of understanding but he already knew what you were going to stay and so he answered before you could even ask the question.

“I love you” Andrea repeated the sentiment, this time in a language you understood. The words make you freeze, looking at him with widened eyes and parted lips. “Please, come with me” he pleaded one more time. You were stunned by his confession but looking at him with nothing but adoration.

It wasn’t an easy decision, not completely. You knew that you could visit your aunts again, but you had no idea when you would be able too. Of course, you could always write letters if nothing else. Then you remembered that you had to think about your life, you needed to do what was right for you. This was an opportunity to chase something more exciting, a life that could make you truly happy with a man that you loved, and hopefully they would understand that.

“I love you too, Andrea…but I have to leave a note” the words left you as if it were the most natural thing to say.

“Quick” the order was a little abrupt, but you knew that he was just anxious to get moving.

“Wait by the path so that my aunts don’t see you, I will meet you in a minute” you told him, not wanting them to become suspicious if they were to find you both sneaking around.

Andrea nodded and you went to turn, stopped when he caught your hand in his own. He turned you back to face him and before you could question him, he had pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss. You returned the kiss before pushing him away with a giggle. Suddenly if was you and not him that was aware of the time restraint.

“Hurry. I’ll be quick” you squeezed his hand before releasing it. Andrea nodded, smiling brightly as he jogged off to tell Olga the good news.

Hurrying back inside, you found a notebook and a pencil, scribbling down some quick apologies and goodbyes before leaving it where you knew the sisters would easily find it. You didn’t want them to worry about not knowing where you were without having seen the note. Once you were finished, taking one last glance around the home you had become so familiar with, you rushed to meet Andrea and Olga.

Olga had told you both not to worry about packing a bag, she would take care of everything once you reached London. And so, the three of you found yourselves waiting on the train station platform, your hand clasped in Andrea’s.

-

‘I’m sorry I left without a goodbye; the matter was urgent. Andrea is going to meet with Boris Danilof, you know he is talented and that this is something he needs to do, please forgive him for leaving so abruptly. I know he thanks you for everything you did for him.

Please forgive me for running off, I know you must be so worried, but I am safe and well. I believe this could be good for the both of us. Anyway, you know my mother is in London, so I have somewhere to go is something goes wrong.

I’m sorry but we must leave now, we will send a letter once we arrive in London. I love you both very much and I will visit when I can, I promise. – love, Y/n’

“She left for London with him?” Ursula asked, placing the note down. Janet had been the first to notice it, having read it before handing it to her sister.

“I know” Janet nodded, a strange sense of acceptance in her voice.

“You know?” Ursula looked to her, bewildered by how calm her sister was. Her sister was always the worrier, the one who took care of things, and she was just okay with you running away with a man they had only known for a few months, even if they did believe him to be a sincerely good man. “You knew she would, didn’t you?” she asked, realisation settling over her.

“She loves him, and this is a wonderful opportunity for him. Of course, she went to London with him” Janet sighed. She should have seen this coming, maybe she knew this would happen ever since they caught you both playing in the sea. She definitely knew how this would end when they found that letter…

“She does love him…and he loves her” Ursula nodded solemnly, as if finally accepting a truth she had been hiding from.

“Are you alright?” Janet asked, noticing the change in her sister. Of course, they would both miss you and worry about you, but there was something else in Ursula’s sadness. She never could hide anything from her sister.

Ursula just nodded, not thinking there was much to say. “I want her to be happy. Lord knows the boys here never took her interest” she mused, a small, sad, smile forming on her lips.

“I suppose our Andrea just has something about him” Janet agreed, forcing a small chuckle. “But you’re right, he does love her. He will treat her well” and that, she was certain of.

Ursula nodded again, quickly wiping away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. Janet sighed, understanding her sister’s pain even if it was over something she might even chastise her for, and moved closer, pulling Ursula into a comforting embrace.

-

You watched the performance, from your position close to the stage, with pride and admiration. Watching the man you loved play so beautiful for a crowd, finally getting a larger audience to admire his talent, was just everything you wanted for him.

Once the performance was over, you wandered backstage and met with Andrea, who was waiting for you with a smile. You looped your arm around his, barely getting a chance to speak to each other before being pulled off to speak with people. You didn’t know who they were, but you knew they were important, so you made sure to make a good impression.

Eventually the two of you broke away from the crowds long enough to grab a drink each. “You were wonderful, Andrea” you complimented as he handed you a glass.

“I was nervous” Andrea confessed, somewhat shyly, making you smile. “Did it show?” he asked, sudden worry in his features.

“Not at all. You’re always wonderful, Andrea” you assured him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You are more wonderful” Andrea praised sweetly, making you chuckle. He always had a way of making you feel special.

He pressed a kiss to your temple before you were dragged into another conversation with men in suits and women in expensive looking dresses. Andrea thanked them for their kind words as you glanced over your shoulder, freezing at the sight of familiar faces.

“Andrea” you spoke gently, squeezing his arm slightly to get his attention. Andrea instantly looked to you with a smile, turning to see what you were looking at.

Andrea smiled brightly, quickly guiding you over to the older women. He greeted them warmly, hugging them and kissing their cheeks.

“You came” you smiled as you got a chance to embrace your aunts.

“We got your letter” Janet told you, explaining their presence.

“Why did you not say you were coming?” Andrea asked, you always looking at them for an answer. You would have made plans to spend more time with them if you had known.

“Last minute idea really” Janet explained.

“It was Dorcas’ idea” Ursula added, smiling between you both, her gaze lingering on your intertwined hands for a moment.

“It’s good to see you both” Janet seemed sincere. You were a little surprised she wasn’t lecturing you on running away like that, but you were more than glad that she could see that this was what you needed to do.

“It’s good to see you too. I’m so sorry about-” still, you wanted to apologise for leaving so abruptly.

“Don’t apologise” Ursula interrupted you kindly, assuring you that you didn’t need to seek their forgiveness. She certainly couldn’t blame you for the choices you made.

“We aren’t mad but…you need to write to your mother to tell her your plans” Janet told you, a little sterner this time.

“I will” you nodded. The truth was that you had drafted the letter to send to your mother multiple times but always scraped them. You had no idea how to tell her how an extended holiday in Cornwall had ended, you had no idea how she would react.

“I will deal with the aftermath” Janet promised, always having been the sister to take care of things.

“Thank you” you let out a relieved sigh, smiling at them both.

“You look lovely, dear” Janet complimented, and Ursula nodded in agreement. Clearly this new life was treating you both very well.

Andrea opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a man coming up to the side of him. “Do excuse me” the man spoke, making you all look at him. “Andrea, Sir Thomas is simply dying to meet you” he explained, sending your aunts an apologetic smile.

“No, wait-” Andrea shook his head, not wanting to cut this reunion short.

“Go, go” Janet and Ursula insisted, ushering you both away from them.

“We’ll find you later” you promised just before the man dragged Andrea away, Andrea having instantly grabbed your hand to keep you with him.

The two sisters watch you both walk away, how you held onto his arm adoringly and how he would occasionally kiss the top of your head, as you mingled with important people.

“Let’s go, Janet” Ursula smiled softly, patting her sister’s arm. Janet glanced at her, making sure she was alright, before nodding. The two of them taking their leave.

[bruhlsbees]

modern!flatmate!andrea marowski headcannons (nsfw)

again thank you @rumblelibrary for chatting with me about one of my new favorite au's with one of daniel's characters. picturing modern!andrea as a best/worst case scenario transfer flatmate who adores birds is the best. this one is nsfw so minors please dni!!!!! thank you!!! here is the link for the sfw one!

andrea wasn't inexperienced per se- but he wasn't the type to be rough. he enjoyed soft, sensual type of lovemaking instead of the kind that left someone sobbing

it always started the same with andrea - kissing you up your legs, spending extra time on your thighs, nipping on the inside as he continued to travel up your body

if you had breasts, andrea would practically devour them - leaving love marks all over your chest until you were pushing him off of you, a grin on his face as he oh so obviously know what he did

"someone is going to see this, andrea"

"so tell them it was leaches" he'd say simply before pressing his lips to yours, beating you before you tried to get another word out

when he'd pull away finally, catching his breath, you stare up at him, lips plump from the kiss

"there aren't any leaches arou-"

and he was on your lips again, as if it were a game he was playing to tease you into thinking you could get another sentence out before he captured your lips in his, leaving your withering under him

"i love it when you sing my piękny ptak" he'd whisper as he moved his kisses across your face and to his ear

and when you asked him what that meant, for the first time he finally told you

"beautiful bird" he would explain, smirking when you'd blush, your own smiling growing across your face

sex with andrea was more than just sex - it was sensual lovemaking that went on until you were satisfied...panting hard and legs shaking around him

he'd thrust into you slow at first, letting you adjust before quickening the pace. his favorite position was on top, keeping him propped up with his hands grabbing at either side of your face, his forehead pressed against your own

both of your breaths were felt against your sticky skins, bodies coaxed in sweat as the passion built

it would go like this until you began to whine, gripping his biceps as your mouth fell open

"i-i'm going to-"

you couldn't even choke out the full sentence before he would sit back moving your leg higher to hit in you deeper, kissing at your calves until you were coming undone under him

his own climax came only moments later - three more deep thrusts usually did the job before he collapsed on you, panting against your neck as he came back down to reality

you were always the first to fall asleep, holding him as you both slept in a tangled mess in your small bed

while falling asleep last, he'd always wake up first - waking you with slow kisses along your naked shoulder and chest, kissing up your neck before pecking sweetly at your face

he loved feeling your warm body pressed against his own - and while you were not a fan of having your personal space broken, in moments like this, with him, you didn't mind

you'd always be cherished the night before, and when it came to the morning you were extra giving towards him

he would always act confused, as if this hasn't happened before - feeling you deepen the kiss that was placed on your lips, your fingers running down his stomach that made butterflies flutter around

since he always slept on the edge, not wanting you to fall off in the middle of the night, you'd push him up, letting him stand beside your bed now in his glorified birthday suit

you'd smile and take in his form, admiring the freckles and happy trail that went down his stomach and to his dick

the first time you did this, you remembered him shyly putting his hands over himself, as if you didn't know what it already looked like

you smiled and took his hands, moving them away before kissing his thighs sweetly

now, he didn't hide himself, he stood almost proudly as you kneeled on the bed, pulling him by his thighs closer to you, wrapping your dominant hand around his hardening cock while your other hand held him in place by his thigh

when you finally got him hard, you'd wrap your mouth around him, taking him so deep that your nose nestled in the mound of hair that settled under his stomach and above his cock

he'd groan, head falling back with his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he gripped your head, holding your head steady in place

"y/n....fuck..."

you'd smile around him, sucking him a little hard to get him focused before he gently began fucking your face

he was always gentle, even when it came to this - something that was usually much rougher was still so gentle with him, and you didn't mind, not one bit

despite being able to take him all the way down your throat, you still gagged around him, which only turned him on more

it didn't take him long to hit his release deep down your throat, being so sensitive in the morning

when he came to, he'd pull out of you slowly, watching as the mixture of saliva and his own seed spill out, dripping down your chin

he'd smile, catching his breath before taking his hand and wiping your chin for you, leaning down to kiss you on the lips

aftercare was always important with andrea - as he wanted to make sure you were feeling okay after a night, and morning, of lovemaking

he'd draw you both a bath and play some of his favorite orchestral pieces, helping you in the bath first before climbing in behind you, holding you against his chest

even though it was meant to clean up, it always became more of a time to relax, to cuddle with one another before the day began

and every the two of you took a bath, you'd always say that this time you wouldn't fall back asleep, and yet you always did, waking up in the lukewarm water with your flatmates banging on the door to hurry up

[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.

[pondering-and-wondering]

Hot Take (I know how much everyone loves these) : But let’s not rush our writers?? Especially when they’ve expressed that they aren't doing very well mentally/physically or if they just say they need a break??? I don’t think this should be a hot take but come on we’re all human here :/

[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.

[italianraviolos]

Bitches be really here listening to playlist to feel like lying on the seashore with this cutie...

I'm one of those bitches ❤️

[lost-in-sokovia]

𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

꙳= indicates a drabble

> dad!andrea headcanons

[rumblelibrary]

Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

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

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

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

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, what’s next then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you do after work?”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

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

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

“I said I can’t already”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what?”

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

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

“Did you come to pick me up?”

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

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

“You act up”

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

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

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

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

You frowned “no”

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

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

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

“Then prove it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Number?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only five more”

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

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

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

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

“Seven”

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

“Eight”

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

“Nine”

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

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

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

“Ten!”

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

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

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

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

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #15 - Dry humping - Andrea

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

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

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

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

“Y/n…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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[profeyandere]

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʙʀᴜ̈ʜʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.1ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴏᴡꜱᴋɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

That beautiful and starry night you could hear the sweet and perfect chords that Andrea played at the party that was usual in the town and, even though the poor man had asked you actively and passively to go with him as his companion and as her best friend, you had to decline the proposal telling her that you preferred to stay home; there you could hear her playing the violin as if she were with you because that was the usual between the two of you since she woke up in the house of the two sisters.

Of course. You met Andrea one warm spring morning when walking along the beach. You found her great body lying on the sand while few waves of the sea continued to bathe him; at that moment, you remembered the great storm that occurred, so your mind instantly went to what could be a shipwreck.

Thank God the sisters were able to see you from your home and, they called the village doctor, being helped by a man they had seen on the way to take the one who was passed out to the Widdington home.

You did not give much importance to the boy once he was in the hands of Janet and Úrsula, you knew them all your life and, you were more than sure that they would take care of the boy properly until he was well, but your surprise was great when they told you that he had woke up and he asked to see you. He asked to see the lady from the beach, who had assisted him for a few minutes before the arrival of the sisters and, for a moment, you thought that it was best to go unnoticed with the boy but, when Janet was more insistent to ask you to go to see him, in the end, you had no choice but to visit him.

Her name was Andrea Marowski, at least that's how she had introduced herself when you entered her room, seeing how the most beautiful smile you would ever be able to see in your life was drawn on her face. I saw the row of teeth every time he smiled at you, every time he laughed with you and every time he tried to communicate because that was something else, he couldn't speak English.

Some single word he was able to say, with a slightly strange pronunciation, but it was fun interacting with him while you were talking to him and he simply responded by naming some object or tilted his head like a confused puppy. It was inevitable not to love that boy so sweet that he looked at you with those dreamy and sweet eyes that they almost provoked in you the dreaded butterflies that people talked about so much.

Yes, you weren't afraid to say it, you loved and loved Andrea a lot to the point where a little crush began to emerge on your part and, every time you saw him, you couldn't help but feel yourself in a big cloud.

It all started the same day you saw him awake when you both showed up. Right after telling you the other's name an awkward silence flooded the room and it seemed that neither of you knew how to break it, so you stood for five minutes while he kept a small smile that made you smile back; it was he who ended up surprising you by laughing.

You thought you heard him apologize in another language, seeing how he covered his face with his big hands, so you played along and laughed with him until Úrsula burst into the room scared that something was happening to you, although you could see for miles that he cared more for Andrea than for you.

After that first meeting, everything began to go smoothly in your sweet friendship.

You visited him daily, at the same time and with a snack for both of you. You always brought him bread with peanut butter and strawberry jam, which always put a happy smile on the boy's face that filled your stomach with butterflies, but always the arrival of the younger of the two sisters interrupted your "talk." to talk to Andrea until you left; You almost felt that you were interrupting the boy's lonely afternoons and that there was no other way to lie down other than to get involved in the conversation, which had led to you not going to see Andrea anymore in the afternoons.

But that did not stop you from going to visit him because for that you collaborated in the great garden of the sisters and climbed the tree closest to Marowski's room, who would catch the sandwiches that you prepared at your house on the fly and you would have a snack with the company on the other until you finished your respective sandwiches and ran away so as not to be caught by the women who looked after him.

Andrea improved surprisingly quickly from her injuries and her broken ankle and, thank God, you could see each other more often around town without the need to be meters apart or with the permission of the sisters. . He was already independent and he could do whatever he wanted, finally he was not bedridden.

He gave you the news of his recovery by going to your house and offering you a margarita that he had seen on the way. The prettiest, at least that's how he described her

And, getting back to where we were currently, you couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sound of the violin that you were sure was coming from it. The only person who had a violin was one of your grandfather's old friends, and it wasn't that he played it like a true professional either, and Andrea assured you that she knew how to play it and that is why she needed you to be there.

To his bad luck, you refused to go, you didn't like the big crowds much, much less the townspeople because of how gossipy they were, but you assured him that you would wait for him at your house for dinner and to be able to talk to him about how he had it. last.

The surprising thing for you was to see that he did not return until it was almost midnight and it was through shouts that called your name that you knew it was him.

You ran towards the main entrance, seeing the boy with the elegant suit that Janet and Úrsula had bought for him and with the small old case where his violin should have been. He had a silly smile on his face, bigger than usual, but you also noticed an unintelligible babble that made you laugh.

"Good evening, Andrea", you greeted. "Isn't it a little late?"

You heard some words that you did not understand. Polish, Andrea was speaking to you in Polish.

You rolled your eyes before gently taking his right hand and guiding him inside your house, closing the door behind him, and leading him to the sofa in your little living room, sitting him between the cushions before removing his greyish jacket. that had been stained on the sleeves.

"Did you have fun?" You asked in a low voice, seeing how he smiled at you before dropping his torso to the other side of the sofa, making him lie on his back.

His left leg was on the back of him, his hand on the same side of him was on his head, while his right arm hung on one side and his other leg was sticking out the other. side of the cabinet. This was a real show.

"Yes," he said, scratching his nose.

"I'm glad" you said, placing his jacket on the back of the chair that you had next to him.

You looked at the polish and you couldn't help feeling, again, the butterflies furrowing every part of your stomach. You stood in front of Andrea, letting your face be on his and he could see you upside down, and you saw how he smiled more when you were in his field of vision.

His arms were raised to your face, placing his hands at the level of your cheeks but not touching them.

"I want to kiss all your foreheads," he murmured, making a face with his lips as if he wanted to kiss you.

"You're drunk, Andrea," you whispered, bringing your face close to his.

"But I do," he said once more before placing both hands on your cheeks and bringing your forehead to his lips.

You felt the softness of these on your skin, making you close your eyes and enjoy the beautiful moment you were sharing. Again, there were butterflies in your stomach.

The boy's lips began to travel not only your forehead but also your temples, eyelids, the bridge and tip of your nose, your cheeks and chin until they stopped at the corner of your lips.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sudden affection the Pole was showing, you weren't complaining about it either, but you didn't expect Andrea to be like that while drunk and that was why you had to get away from him before he kissed you.

Be careful, it's not that you don't want me to kiss you. You would love for him to kiss you, but being aware of what he was doing.

"Andrea, Andrea", you called him before he planted his lips against yours, "stop".

The boy frowned at your sudden command, he wasn't expecting you to stop him at that moment.

You placed your hands over him, before entwining your fingers and pulling his hands away from your face, slowly moving away until you were fully upright still with your fingers intertwined.

You saw his face of incomprehension and you only smiled sweetly at him, licking your upper lip when you saw his grimace of sadness and disappointment.

"Why?" He asked as if it were a small child. He almost looked like a little boy.

"Because you're drunk," you replied, kissing his forehead as he had previously done.

You heard a sound of pleasure coming from him, noticing how he closed his eyes and smiled warmly at you once you had walked away.

"Another", he asked, pointing to his forehead.

You laughed again and shook your head. You were fond of this boy.

"Maybe later, now we go to bed, okay?"

Your way to your room was somewhat tedious and fun, although your steps were too clumsy and made you stop several times just so that you did not fall flat on the floor, the operation was a success when you managed to reach the room in one piece. room and you were able to lie as well as possible in your bed, letting it occupy it completely.

You weren't a woman who had double beds, after all, you lived completely alone and you weren't married, so you had a couple of fairly simple rooms with a single bed and, knowing the state your friend was in You refused to let him rest in a room that was very little used and in which it could even be colder than yours.

You mentally cursed that the wind that brought the sea was so cool in the upper room.

As soon as you saw Andrea settle on top of the sheets, you couldn't help but at least take off his shoes so that he would be more comfortable, leaving them at the foot of the bed, looking in your closet for a blanket to tuck him in because you doubted very much to be able to move him with what he weighed And you didn't want to wake him up either, so you preferred to leave him in that position and leave him alone.

"Have sweet dreams," you murmured before gently kissing his cheek.

Seeing him in such an innocent way only made your heart jump with excitement and the butterflies in your stomach flutter as if there was no tomorrow, making you smile foolishly to the point where you noticed that your cheeks hurt, you knew at that moment that it was better to let him rest.

You could already talk about that little show full of kisses tomorrow, now it was only better that each one continued their night quietly while you knew that he had a feeling very similar to yours.

You were impatient for it to be tomorrow.