#hans gruber fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 4: darkest night

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), consensual even though it doesn’t seem like it

I struggled against the big man that was dragging me past my coworkers and into the office. I was thrown down in front of the desk. The man behind the desk leaned over it and looked down at me. I rubbed my arm as I glared at the big man that had carried me in.

"Thanks Kurt." Hans said as he got up. Kurt walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Walking around the desk, he leaned against it and stared down at me. "Are you going to stay down there or are you going to get up?"

"What are you going to do about it?" I shot back. Hans raised an eyebrow at me, watching as I got up. "What did you drag me in here for? Forcibly I might add." Hans smirked at me.

"I think you know." He said, walking in front of me. "There is a reason I had you dragged in here in front of your coworkers and friends. And if they don't know what is going on, they will know soon." Hans grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. My hands hit his chest as he kissed me. I groaned and struggled in his hold. Hans broke away with a smirk. I hit his chest and tried to break away. He grabbed me in a bruising grip. "I don't think so (Y/N)." I stared at him with wide eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" I whispered. Hans chuckled darkly as he went to work getting my pants off.

"You think that I don't do my research?" Hans teased as he pushed me on the couch. "You think I go into something like this without knowing who I am going to encounter? Who I am going to have to con?" He climbed on top of me as he unbuckled his belt. He pushed down his pants as he grabbed my legs and forced them around his waist. "This is a tough job sweetheart. Stressful and full of things that I can't control." Hans stroked his dick as he lined up. "Good thing there is some stress relief readily available." I cried out as Hans thrust into me. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the couch.

“you asshole!” I cried as he built up a steady rhythm. Hans chuckled as he leaned down to kiss my cheek.

“But you love it.” He whispered in my ear. “I believe you told me once you wouldn’t have it any other way.” I arched my back, pressing my chest against his as I bit back a moan.

“still an asshole though.” I breathed out. “All this show…” I gasped as he thrust up into me, slowing down so he could thrust deeper into me.

“you and I both know that if they knew what you really were, they’d throw you to me the first chance they got anyway.” He reminded me. I turned my head away from him as my mouth fell open. Hans covered my mouth as I orgasmed, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly removed his hand. Hans groaned as he came. Slowly pulling out, he righted my clothes before pulling his own pants back on. “Keep playing the part darling and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“sitting on a beach earning twenty percent.” I said, smiling at him. Hans gave me a wink before grabbing my arm and pulling me up.

“I’ll send for you when I need you again.” He whispered before throwing me out of his office and watching me stagger back down to sit next to holly.

[korpuskristae]

I wrote a Hans Gruber fanfic but it didn’t get the attention I wanted it to, so it got me wondering, what Alan Rickman characters do people want to read about? Besides our dear dungeon bat ofc.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 2 - Restless Waiting

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader

Summary: Unaware of the true nature of her boyfriend's job, [Y/n] bids him a weary farewell before Christmas. Things began to crash and burn around her shortly thereafter.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): goodbyes, sadness, a little fluff at one point, things blowing up, not too much crazy in this one!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: And in something totally different! Next on our list is the very handsome, the very suave, and the most polite thief you'll ever meet. Hans! This is my first time writing for him and he's quite soft for his little love so hopefully it's enjoyable! Off we go then!

When Hans told [Y/n] he had another job planned out and that it was to be on Christmas, she couldn’t deny the rush of frustration and worry that pulsed through her veins.

Frustration, because he would be missing another Christmas with her as his jobs, as he so lightly put them, always seemed to take him away from her during the holidays.

But also worry, because while she didn’t know what exactly these jobs entailed of as he never elaborated it on them more than he had to, she knew they were dangerous. He would often times come back with a new bruise here and a new scar there that had her fretting over him asking him what had happened. And all he would say was that it was just an accident. 

Accident her ass.

Also it had to be something unconventional because how else would he be funding the extravagant way they lived? A beautiful penthouse in the middle of a bustling city. Luxury trips as gifts to her for putting up with him missing holidays and important dates as he had once stated. And the purchase of expensive clothes and jewelry that he spoiled her with just because.

She wasn't dumb no, and she had a slight inkling that what he did may have also been on the gray side of the law. But by the time she had figured it out she was too deeply in love with the man standing in front of her to leave.

A man who was readying himself to leave for a job that had been in the making for months. One that was more lucrative than any single one he had done, and one he was keen on making work.

Was it dangerous absolutely. But what job didn't have its dangers, especially one with a payout of over $600 million dollars in untraceable bearer bonds. Oh, the risk and danger was well worth it.

Though Hans did have to admit the forlorn look in his [Y/n]'s eyes did give him pause as he readied himself to meet up with the rest of his crew. Would he abandon such a intricate plan all because of a look? Of course not. But she did give him pause which is closer than anyone has ever gotten to making him maybe rethink his plans.

"Liebchen don't look that way. You know I'll come back as always, " Hans murmured in that accented English that had captivated her when he had first approached her a many years ago. "Do not mar that pretty face of yours with something like that I much more prefer your smile so I can keep it in my memory until I return."

Smile? But for what. He wasn't giving her much to smile about as he finished his preparation, going back and forth between rooms gathering his suitcase and other things before making his way to the front door of their home.

"Oh right I should definitely smile because my boyfriend is going away yet again before Christmas for the third time in a row for some shady business he has yet to tell me about." She muttered under her breath while crossing her arms over her chest looking like a tantruming child.

It only made Hans grin as he stalked up to her, cornering her in between the wall and the door and causing her to cower a little. Not out of fear but at how close he was, so close she could feel his breath tickle her skin, warm with a hint of of the bourbon he had drank earlier on to 'warm oneself' as he said.

"What are you talking about? Have I not given you this beautiful home?" He questioned leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Have I've not given you the designer clothes and the pretty jewelry that make you smile?" He added as he moved down to kiss her on each cheek. “Have you nothing to to smile about when I take you on trips, and make you squirm in pleasure on the expensive sheet of some bed far away from here?"

Cheeks feeling warm from the closeness and the seductive tone he was taking on knowing good and well she was very susceptible to it, [Y/n] was quick to try and push him away just to get some space in between them.

"H-Hans you that's not what I'm talking about and you know it!" She exclaimed and stuttered out all at once at the very smug face of Hans who seemed to be amused at how flustered she was. 

Damn him!

"I want to spend time with you during Christmas. Together as a couple and maybe even let my parents, who keep asking about you by the way, meet you!" Her words were punctuated with a little stomp and she knew it was a tad childish but she didn't care wanting him to understand how much she was against him leaving.

"I know I know and I will meet them I promise. This job though, it's a big one, if it all goes well it will be the last one. No more holidays away from you I promise you that."

His words dripped sincerity and his amber eyes burned with honesty as he took her hand into his and kissed her knuckles. Usually, the scratchy feeling of his beard tickling her skin would make her laugh, but she was so upset that she couldn't find it in herself to be amused. Only bitter.

"Somehow I don't believe that," she muttered dejectedly as tears began to try and work their way into her eyes betraying the chanting in her head that was telling her to not cry.

Worry was the only thing on her mind as she always worried about him. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him. It hurt too much and it was the cause of the tears that leaked down her cheeks causing Hans to frown.

"What if something happens Hans. What happens if something goes wrong, what happens if you don't-."

She couldn't get the words out as the thought of him not coming home had her in shambles.

"My love, mein Liebchen," he pleaded as he kissed the top of her head and went to wipe the tears that had escaped. “Do not cry you know I do not like these tears of yours they upset me."

"Good because at least you know how you're making me feel," [Y/n] whimpered out as she tried to meet his eyes but failed as she let out another sniffle.

Whilst his heart did not enjoy seeing her upset, he knew what he had to do and even if it made her sad, too much was riding on him and his leadership. Because who else could come up with a plan as intricate and detailed as him?

"I promise I will be safe and that nothing will go wrong. Have I ever broken a promise between us?" He asked pulling her into a tight hug that had her shaking in his hold as she felt far more afraid than usual but was unsure why.

"Liebchen?"

"No you haven't but what if...what if something does go wrong? You always come home with bruises or scars when things go right and I just-."

"Hush enough of that," he interrupted just as [Y/n] voice cracked and she buried her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her lower back as he tried to calm her and it seemed to work as she began to be able to catch her breath again.

"Nothing will go wrong I promise. It is the holidays and what is it that you Americans always say, Christmas is a time of miracles no?"

Letting out a pitiful laugh and a sniffle before looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, she nodded but not without saying,

"We do but I also don't want to bet your return on a miracle they don't work sometimes."

His chuckle was deep and a bit nasally yet it vibrated in her body and made her stomach do little flips just at the sound of it.

"No miracles then, I will make sure we do not need any. But I must go now my company is waiting for me and we cannot be late."

Even if she begged him to stay she knew he would go as that man was stubborn and had a strong will that drove her crazy at times. Yet it was something she had grown to love as she knew he would do anything for her if she asked. Well anything but staying behind from a job...

Sighing she nodded and unhanded him still giving him a worried look.

"Promise me you'll be safe?"

"Yes of course especially when I have you to come home to." He affirmed confidently right before leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips as if sealing the deal.

The squeak of surprise that left her transformed into a tiny moan as she pawed at his front sighing as he deepened the kiss by bringing a hand to the back of head and putting light pressure on it to bring her closer.

There they stood for what felt like forever kissing and whispering soft words that only the other could here. And they exchange those words and lines, one being,

"Ich liebe dich mien Liebchen," whispered passionately in a soft husky voice by Hans as his amber eyes were trained on her for a moment before he pulled away from her embrace.

It made her a bit sad no longer being enveloped by his warmth. But she watched quietly as he gathered his bags and walked out the door into the elevator that serviced their building.

Turning around, he gave her a tiny smirk that had her heart leaping. And when the chime of the elevator dinged and the doors began to close she waved at him until they were parted by the heavy steel doors. Yet [Y/n] couldn't stop the queasy feeling in her stomach that lingered long after he was gone a little sigh leaving her before she whispered,

"I love you too sweetheart."  While looking forlorn at the emptiness in between her and where he had been before closing the door to their home.

It was Christmas day and she had paced around the house many times, waiting restlessly on Hans and his call.

Though once the clock struck 9pm and there was no word from him she knew something was wrong as he had promised to call around that time. And he never broke his promises.

As to distract herself from the thoughts she decided to turn on the TV to put on some sappy Christmas movie even if it made her sadder knowing that he wasn't with her.

Though that quickly changed when the TV turned on to a black and white photo of the man she had been waiting for to call. The sheer surprise and confusion had knocked her down onto the sofa and the words that were being said by the female news anchor only confused her more.

There were hostages being held in some building that was far from where he said he would be. And he was the leader of some terrorist group doing the hostage taking. And something about being in a terrorist group while he was in Germany but being kicked out?

What what what? She felt as if her mind was spinning as his picture stayed burned in on the top corner of the screen as the newscasters talked about some  Helsinki syndrome or some other.

All while [Y/n] mind continued to spiral. Her Hans? A terrorist? Holding people hostage? No that wasn't him. It couldn’t be him.

"No no this has to be some kind of joke," she whispered to herself as she tried to change the channel wanting to ignore what could not be ignored.

Yet each channel she turned to showed the same news story even on children's programming did the news interrupt as it was the biggest story of the year.

Hopping up from her seat,she began to pace anxiously. Her mind tried to tell her that it was a mistake and that it was the wrong person they were talking about. But unfortunately, her attention was taken back when the newscasters began shouting and she whipped her head back just in time to see an explosion on the top of the building.

The shout she let out could probably be heard by her upstairs and downstairs neighbor as she stared at the TV in dumbfounded awe.

"Oh my god that were people up there they've just killed all those people good lord!"

Shouted the newscaster as they all screamed and shouted over one another. But the only thing [Y/n] could comprehend as she watched the flames engulf the top of the tower causing some of it to crumble away was that her relationship was beginning to crumble just the same as the tower.

A/N: Heheheh will Y/n ever find out the truth about her beloved Hans? Who knows stay tuned (i hope!) Let me know how we are feeling about this story friends! until next time👋💖

Tag: @deepperplexity

[myers-meadow]

Dinner with Hans Gruber

There he was, sitting opposite of you at the small restaurant table. It’s been a while. It’s a nice restaurant, in regal building with high ceilings and impeccably dressed staff. He always likes to spoil you when he’s back from a mission.

Smiling softly, he looks at you, really looks at you, taking in every detail. A waiter comes to the table, ready to take your orders, but after seeing the way the two of you sit there, with no regard for him, menus untouched, he backs off.

“Mein Herz,” is all Hans says, his deep voice sending a jolt down your spine.

You smile gently and extend your hand to his, entwining your fingers. He plays with your rings, still drinking you in. Soft string music plays, the candle in between the two of you flickers. He choose this place well; romantic, luxurious yet cosy. The murmur of people dining and enjoying themselves only empathise the comfortable silence at your table.

“Sometimes I fear I will forget the sound of your voice,” you say.

“I’ll take you with me, next time,” Hans promises, his smile makes his eyes crease with crow’s feet. “I’m glad to see you’ve been well.”

It’s always felt like there was something special between him and you, something you were never able to find with anyone else. It shows in his perceptiveness, how he doesn’t need you to tell him what’s on your mind, that you’ve missed him while he was away or what you’d like for your birthday. He just knows. After being together this long, you’ve learnt to pay attention to him the same; right now he’s glad to see you again. He missed you. His gig went well, but he disliked the smog of the big city. Most of all, he looks forward to slipping into comfortable anonymity with you.

The waiter returns and this time you do order.

[storywriter12]

Hay guys my 5th chapter of the crazy tinder guy is up on wattpad sorry for the slow updates I've been getting my Christmas books done! Well trying to before December 😊❤️

[randomcreator-09]

Chapter 09 OUT! ^^

⚠️Contains 18+⚠️

[celestialsister0918]

Pinterest loves the Submissioner Gordon universe as much as I do.

Seriously my favorite story I will ever write. Claire and Jim are 🔥. Only woman in the world perfect for both Jim Gordon and Norman Stansfield. (I promise it makes sense. Go read!)

It’s been on my mind lately to turn this into an original work. No clue how to do it, but I want Claire famous lol.

For my MCU readers, I am almost done with my next Brutasha chapter. It’s been a long time coming, I know. I need to make a few tweaks though. It’s been really tough to write their reunion after Sakaar. I kinda understand (as much as I hate to admit it) why those dastardly Russo brothers struggled with it so much.

[atomic--peach]

Rewriting another one of my old fics.

Now 100% gayer.

[crazysleepydreams]

TO STEAL A THIEF’S HEART

Soooo still no-beta´d so be nice I really don´t wanna die like Hans…. I'll ask my other Beta if they are interesed in this story if not it has been proof read by the awsome @inflation-of-mind

Summary: Deborah DeVries wasn’t anything special, the only thing special about her was her genus friend Theo that worked for Gruber´s: Constuction & Security! She wasn’t even supposed to go with him to the bowling alley to meet his friends/co-workers, but that did happen and her life turned chaotic from there….. A Die Hard AU. What will change once Hans falls in love: will it end as a fairy tail or will it be doomed from the start?

CHAPTER 7

Hans kept his eyes on Karl and Deborah as they were congratulated for their victory and later when his friend left her with the growing group he observed her: he had to admit that she was more than just pretty… but all he knew was that she was kind to strangers without a reason, that her eyes were a beautiful shade of green and that she was friends with Theo and Karl apparently.

“Hänschen!” Karl’s voice interrupted his musings and soon he felt an arm sneak around his shoulders. He knew that there was something going on: there was something in the blonds' actions and in Tony’s who had followed his brother.

“What do you want?” Hans remained calm and gave his friend a small smile while he saw ice cold eyes locking with his own, if it weren’t for the practice he had his smile would have turned brittle.

“Look Hans, your thoughts are getting into dangerous territory: stop now while you can.” Karl ordered him with a gentle yet firm voice, this did two things: it frustrated and confused him.

“What are you talking about Karl?” He asked while he did his best to keep his voice friendly and steady: he also made sure that Deborah wasn’t close by.

“She isn’t your type my friend and I don’t want to hunt you down when you inevitably hurt her feelings.” As the blond said this keeping his own voice friendly Hans felt the hand that rested on him squeeze his shoulder in warning way.

“What are you going on about?” He asked with clenched teeth.

“Hans: you are here only for a couple of months, she isn’t some girl that will giggle at everything you say and smile prettily for you because you have money, you are a serial dater it surprises me that there isn’t a gorgeous blond with you tonight and most of all she just met you at this party… there is no way she will accept going out with you.” It looked like Karl had more to add to his list, but didn’t, none knew if it was due time or him trying to spare his friends feelings.

“You're implying that I’m a total arse and that she`s out of my league?” He asked, offended.

“No, that is what you are willing to make out of it. I’m only saying that she is one of the best women I know and that she deserves more than any of us, she would only end up hurt. So I’m telling you: Hans don’t, she has suffered enough already. Don’t take what I say as a challenge: now I’m going to get some drinks for Deborah and me.” And with those words Karl left him, Hans signed and closed his eyes to fight a headache off.

“Hey, may I know what that was about?” Asked Tony kindly, sitting down next to him.

“Well I have just been told by your brother that I’m a serial dater and too much of an arse to get a nice girl.” He resumed the talk to his younger friend and was surprised when the younger man started to laugh: he raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend's attempt to compose himself.

“Don’t look at me like that Hans: it has been ages since you put any effort into any relationship! And you have turned into a pretty selfish man… it surprises me that you hadn’t noticed yourself!” He could at least console himself with the fact that his friends didn’t sugar coat his behavior to him: was all he could think of as he took a sip of water.

“I hadn’t noticed Tony…” He confessed softly.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it Hans: I mean you date a girl for fun and they know there is no need to pretend you are something you aren’t. It's been a while since we have talked like this: just about something casual. I almost forgot how nice it was…. So do you know why brother dearest decided that now was a good moment to tell you so?” Yes I think I do was what he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and shook his head before grinning at Tony.

“I dunno: I mean it's your brother you should know why he does what he does.” Was Hans' response instead and at that Tony laughed some more before chatting more about everything and nothing.

The rest of the night was a haze to Hans: he did his best to be a good host and he smiled at all the right moments, but he started wondering when he had started changing and how he hadn’t noticed: would he have known any of this if it hadn’t been for this party? Or for James ditching it? And what did Tony mean by that it had been a long while since had spoken: he spoke with him almost daily… didn’t he?

Hey guys, so finally I've posted a new chapter Kudos to me! Please leave a comment.Also if You want to read the previouse chapter you’ll be able to find them under the #To Steal A Thiefs Heart

[ibijau]

Die Hard is pretty fun, although if I'm honest for a good 80% of it I was also fighting my dolls in an attempt to take a family photo, so maybe some of the nuances were lost on me

what wasn't lost on me is that in 1988, "cop kills a child because he's got a toy gun but doesn't get significantly punished and actually still gets to be a cop and still carries a gun" was already a thing, and also that the way that throwaway plotline gets resolved is the cop in question stops being afraid to use his gun again and instead starts acting like a "real" cop again by killing someone (but this time it's a real villain so everything is fine)

also, that moment of Hans Gruber pretending to be an escaped hostage and chatting with John is like. The gayest, flirtiest thing i've ever seen. I hope people have reused that scene in fanfic.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: shivering certainty

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, mention of death, hans fakes his death

A chill went down my spine as I stood next to the get away car. The boys would be piling into the ambulance by now but all time had stopped as I watched someone fall from the top of the building. My eyes were trained on the body, watching as it landed. Shaking, I climbed into the car and started it up. I dialed the phone as I drove, being careful to stay away from police cars and blockades.

“pick up. Pick up dammit.” I muttered as the phone continued to ring. Hanging up in frustration I tried again. “Hans you fucking ass. Pick up the damn phone. Prove to me it isn’t you. Prove it isn’t you who took a dive.” The ringing continued in my ear as I refused to hang up a second time. “Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I pulled over in front of a hotel. It wasn’t the rendezvous point but I needed a second. I slammed the phone down as tears fell down my cheeks. The radio kicked in as I laid my head on the wheel.

“The hostage situation at nakatomi plaza has finally ended. Police confirmed that the man who fell from the 30th floor was in fact the leader of the situation, Hans Gruber. It is reported that he died from injuries sustained in the fall. Also found dead were a large number of terrorists as well as one of the hostages. Another hostage has reportedly gone into premature labor due to stress she experienced throughout the night. One member of the terrorist group was taken into custody in the parking garage.” The reporter said as I lifted my head.

“Theo.” I whispered, fresh tears streaming down my face. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. I passed by nakatomi plaza and saw them loading stretchers covered with sheets into the back of an ambulance. I bit my lip to stop from crying again as I continued to the rendezvous point. There wasn’t any point in going there now but if Theo was in custody, I had to grab the go bags. If there were police there I could keep driving until I reached the final point. I sighed as I noticed a large police presence at the motel we’d picked. Theo hadn’t wasted any time talking. Picking up the phone, I dialed the only other number I had memorized.

“Hans?” My breath hitched as Simon answered the phone.

“sorry Simon.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Hans…uh Hans didn’t…”

“shit.” Simon cursed. “Get to the airfield. We’re taking off as soon as you get here.”

“copy.” I said before hanging up. I floored it and made it to the hanger in record time. Slamming on the breaks, the tires squealed as I stopped next to the plane. I got out and grabbed what I could from the car. “Simon! A little help!” I yelled. Simon appeared in the doorway and ran down to grab the rest of the bags.

“but them in the cabin. They’ll never check there should we get stopped.” I nodded as I climbed into the plane. I tossed the bags into the passenger seat before turning around and freezing.

“hello darling.” Hans said, smiling before taking a drink. I blinked at him. “Miss me?”

“Hans? You…but you…fell…” I stammered. “Thirty stories…” Hans came over and hugged me.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He pressed a kiss to my head. Simon climbed in as Hans led me to a seat.

“you didn’t tell them?” Simon grumbled as he readied the plane for take off. Hans shrugged with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He teased. “Just get us out of here safely baby brother. We have some catching up to do.” Hans said as he led me to the bed in the back of the plane, kissing my head softly as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

“but you died.” I stuttered, looking at Hans. He kissed me softly before gently pushing me on the bed.

“I know darling. It was a decoy.” He soothed, caging me in with another kiss. “Let me prove it to you.” I nodded as I laid back, letting hans climb on top of me as he proved he survived.

[storywriter12]

Would anybody be interested in me writing a Hans Gruber book per-events and the events of film one, my character is his ex girlfriend they've just broken up and she goes and stays with her brother John mcclane

Is this a good idea to write about I'm think to mabe do a ending where he doesn't die I don't know yet

[cannibalcoyote]

Simon Gruber Pt.2: A Savior

Pt.1 Continuation of "Simon Gruber - A Stranger":

It has been a few years since Hans' death. We weren't able to bury his body, so I made a memorial to him on my property. I visit it every year on his birthday, as well as on the day that I lost him.

I don't think I will ever move on from his death, after all, he was my childhood and all-time best friend. We were so close, never having any secrets except our darkest memories, we relied completely on one another, and now I've found that my sense of direction has been taken away.

The first year was spent feeling drowned, everything was dull and bland, I no longer felt like I was real.

It had seemed as though I had died with Hans, but I think Simon saved me.

He stayed with me the months after Hans' death, helping me to heal both my physical and emotional wounds. I probably would've committed suicide had Simon not been there.

He kept his distance, visiting daily, but usually leaving before evening. At first he just made sure I left my bedroom and ate at least one meal, but that slowly morphed into staying the whole day with me; drawing or reading books, that fondness led to him comforting me when I would cry myself to sleep.

I didn't realize it at first, but Simon saved me, he saved me from myself, saved me from the darkness that was encompassing my mind.

I don't know specifically when I fell in love with him, but I do remember when I realized it.

_______

(Flashback/Dream in quotations)

(This is set in Germany, but I am too lazy to write the speaking parts in German)

I had awoken that morning the same as always - hoping to fall back asleep and never wake up. However, because of Simon, I had started to take care of myself a little more, actually leaving my room instead of just wasting the whole day; but today felt exceptionally difficult. The first thing that came to mind was my dream:

"It was a time in high school when Hans and I were in geometry class. I've always had a tough time with geometry, but today I seemed to be exceeding in stupidity, I just couldn't understand anything my teacher was saying, and he even yelled at me when I got an answer wrong.

I was fairly shy in high school, but I always seemed to become friends with the teachers. This teacher, Mr.Meyer, appeared to enjoy humiliating me on a daily basis, but today he even excelled past my expectations.

I had been asking Hans to explain how to do one of the problems, and Mr.Meyer apparently didn't like that at all. He called my name and asked me to come up to the front, telling me to solve the question on the board. I gave my best try, utilizing what little information I did know, but I naturally got the wrong answer. I wasn't that far off, but to Mr.Meyer, it seemed as though the world had ended.

The first thing he did was loudly sigh before aggressively banging his fist once against the wall. I had jumped up in surprise, and I definitely didn't expect him to turn and start shouting at me next.

"How stupid can you be? You've been learning this for a week!" I visibly shrunk away from his enraged form, I really don't do well in conflict, especially not after what my father did to me.

My submissiveness seemed to only enrage him further, he took a step towards me, to which I responded by stepping back. This continued for only a second longer before he roughly grabbed my wrist, yanking me forwards so hard I almost fell into him. The class was barren of noise, I was usually the one to receive most of his verbal abuse, but today shocked everyone into silence.

My wrist was aching in pain, my eyes stinging slightly with tears as I gasped and looked to his face. He looked like he was about to shout at me some more, but before he could, another hand grabbed my wrist, though this hand was much gentler. Both Mr.Meyer and I shift our gaze to the owner of the hand, immediately seeing the deceivingly calm Hans.

Hans' other hand quickly shoved Mr.Meyers back, causing him to lose his grip on my wrist and let me go. Hans immediately shifted us so that his body formed a barrier between Mr.Meyer and I. Glancing around him, I saw the frustrated face of Mr.Meyers, who was glaring straight at Hans, but Hans made no move to back down. Instead, he faced Mr.Meyers, straightening his posture and squaring his shoulders, almost as if challenging Mr.Meyers to try something.

Hans is an intimidating 6'1", and though he may look a little skinny, there was no messing with him; especially not when you are only a 5'9" out of shape 40 year old who teaches math for a living.

Mr.Meyers surveys this new situation before lowering his gaze and facing the class, beginning to explain a math concept as though he didn't just verbally and physically abuse one of his students. Hans turned around and placed a gentle hand on my lower back, turning me around and leading me gently out of the classroom and into the hall.

We walked for a little while until we reached an empty classroom, to which he shut the blinds and closed the door, sitting me down on the teachers desk before sitting next to me.

I didn't even notice I had tears practically flowing down my face, nor that I was beginning to hyperventilate. I didn't sob, I was a silent crier, but Hans knew that this had brought back some bad memories. My father abused me, physically, mentally, sexually. I didn't have a mother to save me from him, I had an absent older brother who knew about it and never did anything.

Hans' arms gently wrap around my shoulders, his warm body encompassing me, almost as though trying to shelter me from the effects of the world. I remember when I first told Hans about what my father did to me, I didn't want to, but he eventually figured out that there was a reason I never wanted to go home (he only really started to think about it after I nearly shouted out in protest when his parents suggested dropping me off at home). Hans wanted to kill my father when he found out, but I couldn't let him, I wouldn't let him. I would be put into foster care, probably just to experience the same things or worse.

I never expected Hans to actually do anything violent for me, but today he was willing to fight my teacher. He was willing to get hurt, and possibly get sent to jail for attacking a teacher, just because the teacher had yelled at me and hurt me."

When I awoke from this dream, my body ached for Hans' protective stature, his amicable personality.

A feeling of nausea overwhelmed me, knowing he would never again be there to save me from abuse and slurs thrown my way, he would never be there to comfort me when the memories of my childhood become too much.

All of this fell heavily on my shoulders, I felt like I was being pushed deeper into the mattress… Maybe I would finally suffocate and be free, but life is fraught with twists.

That day, like all the others, Simon had planned to stop by, he didn't have any plans in particular, he just knew that he was enjoying my company more and more, lord knows why. He opened the door to my home, expecting to see me eating a sad bowl of cereal and to jump up to greet him, but instead he was met with a silence that was almost eerie. It set him on edge as it had been months since my house had felt that cold.

He crept forward, calmly calling out my name.

"Y/N?" Tone raspier than normal, his voice echoing down the hallways. I heard him, but it only made me shiver and pull the blankets around my face; just hearing him reminds me of how Hans is gone. I would never wish Simon and Hans to switch places, but I did constantly wish for Hans and I too, for him to have gotten shot and sent back home, and for me to instead have been thrown out of the building to fall to my death.

I didn't notice Simon open my door, nor when he sat next to me on the bed, I only noticed him when his soft hand reached out and gripped my wrist gently. I was startled, after that dream, his touch only made the memories worse; I found myself subconsciously jerking away from him.

I only chanced one glance up, I have never flinched because of him, and the view I was met with made me feel indescribably guilty. His face seemed apathetic, but his eyes told so much more; they were flowing with concern, concern for my health, concern for why I seemed fearful of him.

I clench my eyes shut, swallowing heavily as I feel the need to sink deeper into this bed until I slip into a better reality. Instead, I push myself up, resting my torso against the backboard and placing my hands in my lap.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." My voice feels uneasy, my soul drained from just those few words being spoken. I know I must look just as emotionally tired as I feel, because though his concern remains, it is now joined by understanding.

We sat still for a few moments, his hand returning to its place on my wrist, thumb caressing the top of my hand softly, comfortingly. I avert my eyes from his, glancing instead at our hands, his warm skin soothing my frigidness.

"You had a dream, didn't you?" His question was vague, but I know what he means. He knows all about my nightmares, he knows about the memories that resurface in my subconscious. It all makes me want to go and hold a gun at some policeman or take the 30 oxycodone pills I have leftover.

"Yes." He doesn't do anything for a few moments, taking his time to contemplate what to say next.

He surprises me by abruptly standing up from the bed, my mind immediately assuming he's just going to walk away and back out my front door. I am, however, pleasantly met with an outstretched hand, palm open for me to grasp. I look at it for about five seconds before sighing, lazily placing my hand into his, allowing him to pull me up.

"Let's go for a walk, darling."

_______

That was when I knew he was the one for me. He didn't force me to talk, he didn't need to know everything that happened to me. He just needed me to know that I could tell him anything I wanted to, or not tell him anything at all.

That day, we’d walked all around my property, through the forests that surround my home and down to the stream I love to sit near.

He had sat me in the kitchen before we left, packing a few things and placing them in a bag before leading me out of my home. When we were finally sitting by the stream, he opened the bag and pulled out two notebooks, and a pencil and pen. He placed the pen in my hand gently, my body warming slightly; I was honestly surprised he remembered that I don't like drawing with pencils.

Looking from the pen to his face, I am met with a smirk, not a smug one, more like a pleased one, pleased that he impressed me. I returned his smirk with a smile, not a wide one. Today I knew wasn't going to be easy, but my smile reflected that he was making a shitty day better.

We sat there for hours, just drawing and listening to the stream, softly speaking in the moments when we would get caught gazing at one another. After a while we had shifted to laying on our backs on the blanket. We started a foot or so away from each other, and somehow that changed to our arms brushing, eventually with his arm wrapped around my shoulder and carefully pulling me into his side.

I don't know how to describe it, but it felt like the joy I experienced when I awaken to see a gorgeous cloudy morning with a mist falling. Like the days when you want to run around in jubilation and then go home at night to sit by a warm fire and sip hot chocolate... He was my comfort.

We stayed like that for a while. I was watching the clouds at first, but my head lazily lolled to the side to rest carefully on his chest, my body shifting sideways so I could wrap my arm over his abdomen. He tensed slightly when I started shifting, but quickly relaxed when he realized I wasn't moving away.

He took me home when the sun drifted towards the horizon, its orange rays burning streaks across the pink sky. When we got to my door, he swiftly opened it before I could grab the handle, only offering me a gentlemanly smile as he motioned me inside. I offered him a thankful smile in return before walking in.

The last thing I expected was to see a large bowl of popcorn sitting on my coffee table, the TV turned on with a paused movie awaiting me; and let's not forget the crackling fire and the thick blankets and furs draped over my couch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I figured you aren't one to enjoy a fancy dinner." My trance is broken by that German voice I have grown to miss when he leaves for the night. That voice that reminds me that my whole world isn't dark, and that I do have hope.

I turn around gradually, my eyes are watering, the smile upon his face seems to lessen as he fears he's made me upset. He opens his mouth to speak, but I pay it no mind as I rush forward and embrace him. He stiffens in surprise before wrapping his strong arms around me, my face bowing against his chest with his head resting atop mine. Only a few tears escape my eyes, but they are joined by a smile as these are tears of joy.

Pulling away slowly, his arms resting around my hips as mine lightly hold his arms. Backing up further, I grab one hand, allowing the other to fall; I pull him to the couch, quickly sitting down in the middle. His expression is one of surprise and curiosity, he clearly wasn't expecting this reaction at all.

He stands there for a few seconds, his hand still in mine as he contemplates what he should do now. I shake my head lightly as a sweet smile smooths over my face.

I gently tug him closer, lightly tapping the spot next to me as a sort of invitation. His surprised look quickly washes over, and a soft grin now forming as he swiftly sits next to me, one hand resting behind me and the other still in my grasp. I waste no time bundling the covers over me, hugging my legs to my abdomen as I situate myself.

Simon releases my hand slowly, reaching forward and starting the movie, both of us comfortably enjoying the film.

Half way through, the emotional exhaustion of the day finally hits me. I can feel myself drifting off every so often, but I defiantly try to maintain my consciousness. Simon must've noticed, because he pauses the film, glancing over at my barely awake form with his warm eyes before standing up carefully. I'm about to protest the movement, but am quickly silenced when he reaches down and scoops me into his arms.

The action barely stirs me, the exhaustion only allowing me to grab his shirt and curl into him in the hopes that he won't drop me. My eyes drooping shut, pushing my face into the crook of his neck, his masculine aftershave soothing me even further.

He carefully walks through my house, navigating easily to my room. The sheets are still pulled back from this morning, so he places me down softly onto the fluffy mattress, pulling the sheets and covers gently over me. He looks down with a gaze of warmth and familiarity, one I can feel even though I can't see it. He's in the midst of turning to leave, when my hand suddenly reaches out and grabs his. He immediately halts his movement, turning his head down to our interlocked hands.

"Stay." My vision is blurry, but my words are clear. He tilts his head slightly in contemplation, that slight squint in his eyes whenever he is thinking deeply.

"Of course, my dear." Ever the gentlemen, even if he wasn't, he knew he couldn't deny any of my requests. He slowly releases my hand, quietly walking around my bed to the other side. I don't turn around, but I can feel him pull back the covers, as well as the bed shift when he lays his body down. He stays on his side for a few minutes before deciding what he wants to do.

I am barely awake when I feel him shift again, this time on his side facing my back; next thing I know, I feel a strong arm delicately wrap around my waist, pulling me backwards until I am pressed against his chest. I, of course, don't object, simply cuddling closer to him as he rests his head above mine, his warmth slowly lulling me into a state of calmness. Just as I am on the brink of unconsciousness, I hear his gorgeous voice whisper something.

"I love you, Y/N." His voice was soft and quiet, as though not wanting me to hear. I pay it no mind, my brain immediately responding,

"I love you, Simon." Sleep encompassing both my body and mind right after.

Pt.1

[celestialsister0918]

@slytherinsight221 and I are debuting a new work today! It will be a one-shots collection of Alan Rickman and Gary Oldman characters. The first installments will be a Die Hard/Leon: The Professional crossover smut fic featuring Hans Gruber and Norman Stansfield. Two friends returning from Spring Break encounter these two quirky criminal masterminds and end up with a night that will change them forever.

WARNINGS for fic: Explicit Sex, Dub-Con, gun kink, alcohol use, age difference, loss of virginity. Intended for 18+

While Hans and Stan take the first few installments of this collection, we plan to add MANY more Alan and Gary characters that the ladies will encounter throughout their adventures. Be sure to subscribe on Wattpad or AO3 and stay tuned!

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[crazysleepydreams]

Real Life is kicking hard!

So as I said up there Real life is hiting me hard at the moment: I don't have much time to write because family time and in 10 days I'm going on holidays which is great and really needed!

So to all the authors/Fic writers who are suffering from a writer block: I'm feeling for ya! I'm kinda of having a writers block rn where each time I sit down to write the story I'm working on my brain goes: hey waddaya--? And then I have a new plot bunny! Guess who is working on their story and another one rn? All because the plot bunnies don't leave me alone I also got this google doc which is starting to get filled with Story ideas!

So if the fic you like from me isn't getting updated don't worry I didn't drop it! I'm just drowning in responsabilities and plot bunnies who may or may not ever see the light.

So I'll thank everyone who might be able to give me an idea to get rid of the block!

On another note I went to all my doctor apointments and got another anti-Covid shot so I guess that is goed news?

[deepperplexity]

Day 2 - Restless Waiting

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader

Summary: Unaware of the true nature of her boyfriend's job, [Y/n] bids him a weary farewell before Christmas. Things began to crash and burn around her shortly thereafter.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): goodbyes, sadness, a little fluff at one point, things blowing up, not too much crazy in this one!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: And in something totally different! Next on our list is the very handsome, the very suave, and the most polite thief you'll ever meet. Hans! This is my first time writing for him and he's quite soft for his little love so hopefully it's enjoyable! Off we go then!

When Hans told [Y/n] he had another job planned out and that it was to be on Christmas, she couldn’t deny the rush of frustration and worry that pulsed through her veins.

Frustration, because he would be missing another Christmas with her as his jobs, as he so lightly put them, always seemed to take him away from her during the holidays.

But also worry, because while she didn’t know what exactly these jobs entailed of as he never elaborated it on them more than he had to, she knew they were dangerous. He would often times come back with a new bruise here and a new scar there that had her fretting over him asking him what had happened. And all he would say was that it was just an accident. 

Accident her ass.

Also it had to be something unconventional because how else would he be funding the extravagant way they lived? A beautiful penthouse in the middle of a bustling city. Luxury trips as gifts to her for putting up with him missing holidays and important dates as he had once stated. And the purchase of expensive clothes and jewelry that he spoiled her with just because.

She wasn't dumb no, and she had a slight inkling that what he did may have also been on the gray side of the law. But by the time she had figured it out she was too deeply in love with the man standing in front of her to leave.

A man who was readying himself to leave for a job that had been in the making for months. One that was more lucrative than any single one he had done, and one he was keen on making work.

Was it dangerous absolutely. But what job didn't have its dangers, especially one with a payout of over $600 million dollars in untraceable bearer bonds. Oh, the risk and danger was well worth it.

Though Hans did have to admit the forlorn look in his [Y/n]'s eyes did give him pause as he readied himself to meet up with the rest of his crew. Would he abandon such a intricate plan all because of a look? Of course not. But she did give him pause which is closer than anyone has ever gotten to making him maybe rethink his plans.

"Liebchen don't look that way. You know I'll come back as always, " Hans murmured in that accented English that had captivated her when he had first approached her a many years ago. "Do not mar that pretty face of yours with something like that I much more prefer your smile so I can keep it in my memory until I return."

Smile? But for what. He wasn't giving her much to smile about as he finished his preparation, going back and forth between rooms gathering his suitcase and other things before making his way to the front door of their home.

"Oh right I should definitely smile because my boyfriend is going away yet again before Christmas for the third time in a row for some shady business he has yet to tell me about." She muttered under her breath while crossing her arms over her chest looking like a tantruming child.

It only made Hans grin as he stalked up to her, cornering her in between the wall and the door and causing her to cower a little. Not out of fear but at how close he was, so close she could feel his breath tickle her skin, warm with a hint of of the bourbon he had drank earlier on to 'warm oneself' as he said.

"What are you talking about? Have I not given you this beautiful home?" He questioned leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Have I've not given you the designer clothes and the pretty jewelry that make you smile?" He added as he moved down to kiss her on each cheek. “Have you nothing to to smile about when I take you on trips, and make you squirm in pleasure on the expensive sheet of some bed far away from here?"

Cheeks feeling warm from the closeness and the seductive tone he was taking on knowing good and well she was very susceptible to it, [Y/n] was quick to try and push him away just to get some space in between them.

"H-Hans you that's not what I'm talking about and you know it!" She exclaimed and stuttered out all at once at the very smug face of Hans who seemed to be amused at how flustered she was. 

Damn him!

"I want to spend time with you during Christmas. Together as a couple and maybe even let my parents, who keep asking about you by the way, meet you!" Her words were punctuated with a little stomp and she knew it was a tad childish but she didn't care wanting him to understand how much she was against him leaving.

"I know I know and I will meet them I promise. This job though, it's a big one, if it all goes well it will be the last one. No more holidays away from you I promise you that."

His words dripped sincerity and his amber eyes burned with honesty as he took her hand into his and kissed her knuckles. Usually, the scratchy feeling of his beard tickling her skin would make her laugh, but she was so upset that she couldn't find it in herself to be amused. Only bitter.

"Somehow I don't believe that," she muttered dejectedly as tears began to try and work their way into her eyes betraying the chanting in her head that was telling her to not cry.

Worry was the only thing on her mind as she always worried about him. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him. It hurt too much and it was the cause of the tears that leaked down her cheeks causing Hans to frown.

"What if something happens Hans. What happens if something goes wrong, what happens if you don't-."

She couldn't get the words out as the thought of him not coming home had her in shambles.

"My love, mein Liebchen," he pleaded as he kissed the top of her head and went to wipe the tears that had escaped. “Do not cry you know I do not like these tears of yours they upset me."

"Good because at least you know how you're making me feel," [Y/n] whimpered out as she tried to meet his eyes but failed as she let out another sniffle.

Whilst his heart did not enjoy seeing her upset, he knew what he had to do and even if it made her sad, too much was riding on him and his leadership. Because who else could come up with a plan as intricate and detailed as him?

"I promise I will be safe and that nothing will go wrong. Have I ever broken a promise between us?" He asked pulling her into a tight hug that had her shaking in his hold as she felt far more afraid than usual but was unsure why.

"Liebchen?"

"No you haven't but what if...what if something does go wrong? You always come home with bruises or scars when things go right and I just-."

"Hush enough of that," he interrupted just as [Y/n] voice cracked and she buried her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her lower back as he tried to calm her and it seemed to work as she began to be able to catch her breath again.

"Nothing will go wrong I promise. It is the holidays and what is it that you Americans always say, Christmas is a time of miracles no?"

Letting out a pitiful laugh and a sniffle before looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, she nodded but not without saying,

"We do but I also don't want to bet your return on a miracle they don't work sometimes."

His chuckle was deep and a bit nasally yet it vibrated in her body and made her stomach do little flips just at the sound of it.

"No miracles then, I will make sure we do not need any. But I must go now my company is waiting for me and we cannot be late."

Even if she begged him to stay she knew he would go as that man was stubborn and had a strong will that drove her crazy at times. Yet it was something she had grown to love as she knew he would do anything for her if she asked. Well anything but staying behind from a job...

Sighing she nodded and unhanded him still giving him a worried look.

"Promise me you'll be safe?"

"Yes of course especially when I have you to come home to." He affirmed confidently right before leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips as if sealing the deal.

The squeak of surprise that left her transformed into a tiny moan as she pawed at his front sighing as he deepened the kiss by bringing a hand to the back of head and putting light pressure on it to bring her closer.

There they stood for what felt like forever kissing and whispering soft words that only the other could here. And they exchange those words and lines, one being,

"Ich liebe dich mien Liebchen," whispered passionately in a soft husky voice by Hans as his amber eyes were trained on her for a moment before he pulled away from her embrace.

It made her a bit sad no longer being enveloped by his warmth. But she watched quietly as he gathered his bags and walked out the door into the elevator that serviced their building.

Turning around, he gave her a tiny smirk that had her heart leaping. And when the chime of the elevator dinged and the doors began to close she waved at him until they were parted by the heavy steel doors. Yet [Y/n] couldn't stop the queasy feeling in her stomach that lingered long after he was gone a little sigh leaving her before she whispered,

"I love you too sweetheart."  While looking forlorn at the emptiness in between her and where he had been before closing the door to their home.

It was Christmas day and she had paced around the house many times, waiting restlessly on Hans and his call.

Though once the clock struck 9pm and there was no word from him she knew something was wrong as he had promised to call around that time. And he never broke his promises.

As to distract herself from the thoughts she decided to turn on the TV to put on some sappy Christmas movie even if it made her sadder knowing that he wasn't with her.

Though that quickly changed when the TV turned on to a black and white photo of the man she had been waiting for to call. The sheer surprise and confusion had knocked her down onto the sofa and the words that were being said by the female news anchor only confused her more.

There were hostages being held in some building that was far from where he said he would be. And he was the leader of some terrorist group doing the hostage taking. And something about being in a terrorist group while he was in Germany but being kicked out?

What what what? She felt as if her mind was spinning as his picture stayed burned in on the top corner of the screen as the newscasters talked about some  Helsinki syndrome or some other.

All while [Y/n] mind continued to spiral. Her Hans? A terrorist? Holding people hostage? No that wasn't him. It couldn’t be him.

"No no this has to be some kind of joke," she whispered to herself as she tried to change the channel wanting to ignore what could not be ignored.

Yet each channel she turned to showed the same news story even on children's programming did the news interrupt as it was the biggest story of the year.

Hopping up from her seat,she began to pace anxiously. Her mind tried to tell her that it was a mistake and that it was the wrong person they were talking about. But unfortunately, her attention was taken back when the newscasters began shouting and she whipped her head back just in time to see an explosion on the top of the building.

The shout she let out could probably be heard by her upstairs and downstairs neighbor as she stared at the TV in dumbfounded awe.

"Oh my god that were people up there they've just killed all those people good lord!"

Shouted the newscaster as they all screamed and shouted over one another. But the only thing [Y/n] could comprehend as she watched the flames engulf the top of the tower causing some of it to crumble away was that her relationship was beginning to crumble just the same as the tower.

A/N: Heheheh will Y/n ever find out the truth about her beloved Hans? Who knows stay tuned (i hope!) Let me know how we are feeling about this story friends! until next time👋💖

Tag: @deepperplexity