#richtofen x y/n

[melodyanqel]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 ── ✦ er. (prologue)

after happily getting adopted into a family, ava grows a strong bond with her sister, nessa. during a visit to their hometown, an eerie yet suspenseful event happens.

↬ pairing: edward "eddie" richtofen x fem!oc

↬ genre/tags: strangers to lovers, horror, survival, action, fluff, angst, zombie apocalypse, based on cod zombies, sunshine!oc, baker!oc, age gap (everyone is legal), protective!richtofen, time-traveling

↬ word count: 900+ words

↬ note: first time writing a prologue and i hope it'll help you beautiful readers to get a grasp of the story (>ᴗ•) also, if you know the song mentioned in this prologue you are the best hehe

❪ 2005, Liberty Fall, West Virginia. ❫

“That cloud looks like a bunny.”

“I see a turtle on that cloud.”

Two little girls lie on the emerald grass in their yard, watching the cotton clouds forming shapes. They are sisters, but not blood-related. 

One of the girls was born in Europe and grew up in an orphanage with a mysterious background. She only knew about having a doctor of a mother and unfortunately, died from an unknown illness. After dealing with grief at a young age, the little girl found the light to happiness. She gets adopted by a generous Japanese-American family. They welcomed her into their lives with so much love and care. 

“Hey, look! That’s an autumn leaf!”

The youngest child points her tiny finger into the sky. It’s appropriate because the season is autumn and the landscape has drastically changed. The once vibrant green leaves are now colored into an orange-and-red gradient, and the heat has toned down. 

“Good eye!” The older is impressed by her observant baby sister. 

Shortly, they go back to being silent and listen to the sounds of nature. But then, the curious little one has a sudden thought. She moves her lips to speak, “Hey, Ava. What do you want to do when you grow up?” She questions. 

Ava, the adopted sister, replies to Nessa. “I don’t know. Maybe something with science.” She has been interested in learning physics since she first started middle school. 

“Nerd alert~” Nessa teases with a mischievous giggle. 

Ava rolled her eyes with a grin. “Well, how about you?” She asked Nessa. Without hesitation, her little sister responded. “A baker!” Nessa's chocolate brown eyes glimmer like the stars. Ava sits up perpendicularly. “Just like grandma?” The twelve-year-old inquiries the seven-year-old.

Nessa sits up and earnestly nods her head. “I want to build a bakery and make it the best in town!” She sounded so determined it made Ava laugh merrily. Well, she does want Nessa to have a bright future. The eldest gingerly pats the youngest’s head. “Let’s keep on dreaming, Ness.” Ava hopes their wishes will come true. She also hopes to follow in the footsteps of her deceased mother. She still thinks of her to this day. 

“Girls! It’s time to come in! Getting colder now!”

Their father, Victor, calls them from inside their house, which he is right. 

Ava and Nessa felt a sharp wind blowing their skin and shivered instantly. They both giggled at each other’s reaction and got off the grass. “Coming, papa!” The two held hands and dashed to the door that led to their kitchen and living room. It’s a small yet lovely home for a family of four. 

Suddenly, a delicious scent of souffle cheesecake fills the air. Nessa's sweet tooth kicks in. She let go of Ava’s hand to go to her mother in the kitchen. “Is that grandma’s souffle cheesecake?!” Nessa beams at the prettily baked desserts on the counter. She is tippy-toeing to have a better view. 

The mother and wife of the family, Lauren, sees her youngest child is excited to eat the cake. “Yes! All thanks to obaa-san, I know how to make them for us.” She informed her loved ones about knowing how to make their favorite dessert. Nessa happily claps for her mother and grabs a fork from the counter. She takes a piece and munches in delight, followed by her sister and father. They all were satisfied by Lauren's baking, and it runs in her side of the family.

Maybe that’s where Nessa found her passion. 

Afterward, the family decided to bring the snack to the living room where the fireplace is ignited and four cups of hot chocolate are on the coffee table. Not to mention, a yellow vintage radio. 

“Papa, did you buy this?” Ava points at the item. She and her sister looked at it with interest. 

Victor goes over to the table and holds the radio. “Why, yes, I did. I purchased it from an antique shop and am surprised it still works. I used to have one of these as a kid.” He explained and put it back on the table. 

Nessa notices it has a cassette player. She perks to go to their bookshelf, next to the television, full of board games, cassette tapes, and movies from VHS tapes and CDs. “Let’s play this song!” Nessa grabs a cassette tape off a shelf and returns to her sister and parents.

Ava gasps at the name of the labeled tape. “I love that song! It taught me some Japanese.” She remembers moving into the house and Emi played a song that touched her heart when unpacking her belongings in their shared bedroom. 

Lauren looks at her eldest child with raised eyebrows. “Did it really?” She asked with a chuckle. Ava shifts her attention to her mother. “Yes! I’ll try to learn more.” Ava isn’t entirely sure if she’ll get into her family’s native language, but it might be crucial if she travels overseas. 

Victor ruffles her blonde head. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. We all know English for you.” He tells Ava. She shrugged her shoulders. “It would be cool to know other languages. But I’ll have to see on it.” Ava will hold that thought later on. 

Nessa then opens up the slot to put in the cassette tape. Once the music plays, a woman sings so majestically that it creates a warm and joyful atmosphere. 

Just as you always are

Our reflection in the display window

Stay with me

Knocking on midnight's door

Begging you not to go home 

series masterlist

[yanderestarangel]

☆ Yandere Edward Richtofen x FTM reader ☆

Tw: Sex, unprotected sex,afab reader, fem anatomy, sub!edward, bottom!reader, smut, light yander themes.

He's sick for you, like, sick as fuck.

He worships you as if you had some kind of power over him, at first he thought you were even a being from another dimension to have that power with him.

But not.

You were just a boy lost amid hordes of zombies like him.

In addition to having been exposed for a long time to the compound

Edward wasn't very sane since college, which made his yandere tendencies worse with you.

You weren't allowed to leave his side, he would be a mess, a mix of whiny puppy and sarcastic madman with everyone around him.

Even the others knew that the best thing to do was to let you close to Edward so he could work well.

Edward met you when you accidentally fell into some kind of portal to your reality.

He offered you help in exchange for sending you home again.

You just needed to scare away zombies along the way.

Edward was enchanted by you, you were the most beautiful boy he had ever met in his life.

He was even thinking of never letting you go.

And he did.

But before he got to know you as a normal human being.

Edward will try to court you normally.

He will get to know you, your likes, flaws, what you love or hate, and mentally write them down.

He will also flirt with you, but it's so bad it comes off as a joke, Edward knows this and does it to make you smile.

If you tell him about being a trans kid he acts indifferent.

His reaction is literally:

"-That's cool... Where were we?"- and goes back to talking about the machine he's repairing.

He'll also give you little touches if you use a breast bandage.

He is a doctor he knows very well the effects and damage that all that can cause.

The others don't stay close to you because of your guard dog Edward.

He even threatened to break the machine just because you and Nikolai were laughing together.

He is extremely possessive.

He and you would have some kind of relationship.

Something like a friendship with benefits maybe.

Yandere Edward! It is of the Yandere mousse type, that is, it is a soft Yandere but more dangerous when it wants to be.

He can give you the whole world if you ask him to, he would literally kneel at your feet and serve you with anyone's head, you just ask.

But he also takes it from you if you're not good with him or try to run away.

Yandere Edward! Is submissive with you on all scales, he is most comfortable with you on top of him.

Either on top of your dick or sitting on your face.

He asks you to put all his weight on it and sit on it like a chair.

He's a masochist too, he loves it when you deprive him of cum or use ropes to tie him up and do bondage.

He is a giver.

He loves to butt heads with you.

You are Yandere's one and only! Edward.

If you've already had a partner, he'll be even more possessive.

In sex he will beg while he eats you from behind for you to say it's only him while squeezing your hips.

If you say it he shakes and falls on top of you babbling words in German.

"-I-I-I adore you so much...I would literally rip my heart out and give it to you, kneel at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on."

I would literally do anything for you.

Anything."

He would talk while shaking and feeling you cry underneath him.

He is also delusional.

So if you plan on just sex he would be pretty pissed off locking you in some shed safe and sound.

If you fought he would tie you to a chair and stare with piercing, sick blue eyes:

"-I really would hate to hurt you but you don't give me any other choice darling."

He would brand you too, maybe a few scars for every tantrum you throw.

[angelwheat]

The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Six , 1336 words

Every clock strikes three in unison, followed by a resounding chime that signifies not a positive event, but rather a monotonous signal that Richtofen had just shot his future self point-blank in the face.

The German steps off the teleporter platform, his leather boots crushing the grit as he strides forward, his expression utterly impassive as he looks down upon his older self pooling in his own blood with sheer disgust for his dastardly ways. Despite feeling a sense of mental relief at having completed the first and most crucial step in securing the betterment of the universe, he is also pleased to have eliminated a lurking horror of a man he was supposedly destined to become from his conscience.

However, it seemed that only the German perceived the positive aspect of this vengeful deed. The others stand scattered around the murder scene, none of them gratified by what they had witnessed.

“You’re sick, Richtofen.” Dempsey expresses himself assertively, with a visible look of disdain on his face that Richtofen chooses to ignore.

Richtofen countered, practically growling back at him, “I did what was necessary.”

“Yeah, sure.” Dempsey feigned his belief with a dramatic eyeroll.

Prior to this, Richtofen had finally informed them of their mission in greater detail during a time when they had a break for the night. He delved into almost all aspects of the potential outcome if they followed the plan accordingly, as well as warning them of the challenges they were yet to face, and the upheaval if things went wrong.

They all listened intently, and surprisingly with no one adding their input. Although, Richtofen knew it was difficult to sound sane when you were practically describing the collapse of the entire universe if you so much as dropped a pin at the wrong place and time.

Yet Richtofen had not fully convinced them that this current step was essential, as he always seemed too shifty in the presence of a certain someone, especially as he holds the secret that this person was informed of the basis of the plan before the rest of them.

And it was (Y/n).

The chiming of clocks briefly stilled the air when they stopped all together, instead causing an unpredictable tension to rise between the men just moments after that single bullet was fired.

Richtofen had knelt beside the corpse of his former self, and the men watched him just as (Y/n) was. Although, they chose to turn their backs when he began rummaging through the pockets of his uniform, not caring for what more he had to do.

However, (Y/n) was unable to avert her gaze, despite the horror contouring her features as Richtofen deliberately placed his hands on the body, retrieving a couple of vials from his jacket before rising and intentionally stepping over the corpse, leaving it to drown in its own blood gushing from the bullet wound between its eyes.

As Richtofen moved away from the body, his gaze fixated on her. His stare was cold, yet (Y/n) noticed a subtle change in his otherwise impassive expression as his brows furrowed slightly and his lips momentarily formed a straight line, almost conveying a sense of awkwardness or a feeble attempt at an apology for what she had unwillingly been exposed to.

But there was no time for contemplation as an alarming cacophony of hissing and screeching filled their ears, prompting everyone to assume a defensive stance.

“This building is not secure.” Nikolai asserted as he advanced, shotgun in hand. “We must go!”

His articulation was gruff due to his pronounced Russian accent, but he was undoubtedly correct. Judging by the intensity of the shrieks and piercing screams, the impending invasion of undead would render it virtually impossible for all five of them to escape unscathed.

The structural integrity of the facility had deteriorated significantly, rendering it incapable of withstanding a light snowfall. Given the extended duration of the fivesome’s occupation, which spanned weeks, the situation had become dire.

“We must relocate to higher ground.” The Russian commanded.

Recognising the gravity of the situation and the absence of alternative survival strategies, the group unanimously complied with the Russian’s directive. They promptly initiated their ascent to safer locations.

Anticipating the potential for the crew members to become separated, Richtofen issued a clear instruction. “Proceed to teleporter C! We are leaving!”

As (Y/n) navigated the perilous environment, a barricade collapsed beside her. A decayed, grasping hand emerged from the debris, narrowly missing her hair. In a swift and decisive manoeuvre, Takeo intercepted the zombie’s attack, severing the arm with a single strike of his katana.

Without pausing to express gratitude, (Y/n) swiftly joined Takeo in pursuit of the rest of the crew.

The were only few locations around the facility that were secure from ambush, albeit rather small. A few had hastily departed when the area became congested, leaving (Y/n) and Takeo to remain side-by-side.

Retreating across platforms as undead creatures charged directly at them and sprinting through corridors before hordes could encircle them from both ends caused them to perspire profusely despite the frigid temperatures.

On several occasions, they lost their footing as the sheet of ice on the ground acted as a deadly trap, and (Y/n) found herself caught when her foot slipped out from under her, causing her to stumble and fall heavily into a barricade. She was unable to break her fall and injured her arm on a piece of wood that protruded like a blade, tearing a portion of her sleeve in the process.

Takeo had observed with a flash of concern as (Y/n) scrambled to her feet, drawing his katana to protect her from the approaching zombies. Fortunately, their destination, the teleporter, was not far off.

Proceeding through an underpass, the facility situated at the rear of the premises came into clear view, where Nikolai and Dempsey were spotted clearing hordes from inside the building, presenting an opportune moment for a swift escape.

As (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder, she noticed a decrease in the number of zombies. The rapid gunfire from the two men behind her had slowed, but the horde approaching her, and Takeo remained substantial.

The crew retreated into the building, unleashing a barrage of bullets upon the seemingly endless stream of creatures.

Amidst the chaos, Dempsey’s voice boomed, “Where’s Richtofen?!”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock as she quickly scanned the building’s surroundings.

The Doctor’s absence caused significant distress, leading to a surge of apprehension and disturbing mental imagery involving his potential demise at the hands of the undead, hindering (Y/n)’s ability to concentrate on eliminating the imminent threat posed by the approaching hordes.

“We can’t leave without him!” She exclaimed, her voice betraying a sense of urgency. “We need to hold them off until he- “

A male figure, clad in a soiled waistcoat and shirt, emerged from a small opening within the zombie cluster, barging his way through. His attire stood out amidst the uniformity of the undead. Richtofen stumbled forward, hastily regaining his balance and inevitably kicking bullet shells as his arms flailed dramatically.

Richtofen’s appearance prompted the group to proceed towards the teleporter, but (Y/n) remained steadfast until the German reached her.

As Richtofen approached, his arm instinctively extended to guide her alongside him, to which she complied.

They arrived at the teleporter together, and Dempsey instinctively extended his hand to grasp hers, failing to notice her wounded arm as he drew (Y/n) to stand in the centre of the group. Although, his action went unnoticed as he called out,

“Get us outta here, Doc!”

Richtofen promptly activated the machine seemingly with the snap of his fingers. The device emitted a sequence of indiscernible sounds as a surge of electrical energy coursed through its intricate mechanisms, causing the ground beneath their feet to vibrate intensely. A brilliant flash of purple light enveloped them, and in an instant, they vanished, leaving only a wisp of smoke to dissipate from the machine as it transported them to an unknown destination. 

To be continued…

[enterwittyjokehere]

Hai! Can u do an Edward Richtofen x reader where the reader is a trans woman? It could either be fluff, smut or both. Thank you! :]

[Sorry this one took a bit, I had a little too much fun writing it... this first part is over 3000 words >_<]

Medicinal Misunderstandings

Part 1

[Primis Edward Richtofen x amab reader smut (with plot)]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[Feminine pronouns]

[Swearing]

[German]

[Mentions of insecurities]

[Mentions of passing out]

[Mentions of injury and illness]

[Misunderstanding and miscommunication]

[Fluff]

[Smut 18+ only]

[Oral s*x]

[Handjob]

[Teasing]

Hearing his heart pounding in his ears, eyes darting from side to side, Richtofen began to accept his fate. This was it for him. His numb hands tried to clutch his slashed side, the blood loss in his appendages made them weak. 

Edward began to remember how he fell into this situation, he was foolish to go alone. Foolish to storm away from his teammates.

“Töricht-! Verd*mmt!”  

Eyes desperately flickering from door to door, for any sign of life or lack thereof. The vision of the beaten walls began to blur with his movements, the lids of his eyes grew heavy and hard to keep open.

“Bitte, Edward, so nicht- bitte-.” His voice, strained between the shallow huffs of his breathing. He spoke as though he was praying, attempting to keep his semblance of fleeting consciousness.

His eyes began to close as his vision faded out, in his last moments he saw a figure stumble into the room. 

Edward's hearing was the first sense he regained, hearing people talking, though they were muffled and distorted. He was not even capable of distinguishing the voices of the people surrounding him or perhaps he didn't know them.

The bright flickering of the dying fluorescent bulbs above him, dug into his eyes when he had regained enough strength to open them. Edward's hands flew to his face covering his burning eyes, a hissing sound leaked from his mouth.

The sound earned the attention of those around him, two men quickly glancing toward him. Both startled, yet slightly relieved. As Edward sat up, his mind moved even as his body did not, a swaying sensation came over him. The rhythmic beating of his heart filled his ears, “ugh, Sch*iße-!” 

A hand flew to his mouth, he gagged, one of the two men kicked a blue bucket closer to him. Richtofen found it, vomiting into the small bucket, “When smarty gets back let's ask her if that means we can kill him.” 

The voice earned Richtofen's attention, lifting his head, eyes meeting with the two men. One had a pistol drawn, the other held a knife extended in his hand. 

“Nein, bitte…” Edward paused at their confusion, “Please, you don't want to kill me.”

“And why is that?” The man with the knife spoke up, stepping closer to the doctor. 

“Finn, wait, let's wait until (y/n) gets back…” 

The man holding the knife began to back away, locking eyes with his teammate, nodding slightly, eyes tracing back to Richtofen.

“How many allies do you have?” Richtofen asked, laying back against the cold cot he was laid on. A hand found his chest feeling his rough heartbeat, his white button up opened, exposing his pale torso.

“Just us and-” 

As if his words had summoned you, you entered the room, closing the door tightly behind you. Breathing heavily, a cut on your upper arm oozing deep red blood, you bared your teeth when you turned. 

Grabbing the wound, your face clenched together in pain, “F**k!” 

“Hey, hey, What'd you do?” Finn, your teammate with the knife, ran to your side, “What happened?”

“Couldn't find anyone else -except for more creeps, ran into a wall -tryna get away… Pulled the cut, sleepy gave me, open.” your words were rushed, to match your breathing, you winced as you removed your hand.

Finn glanced back to Richtofen, who was now sat upwards on his cot, “Well, sleepy is awake… and I think European. Not quite sure what his first language is, though.”

“Anything I should take note of about the sleepy European?” You said, your eyes finding his own.

“When he first came to, he threw up… Does that mean he's infected?” The man with the gun asked, keeping an eye on Richtofen.

“No. No, Al, that's semi-normal for fainters. Saw it alot back at the hospital.” your eyes closed in on the German, he was still woozy from coming to, not so long ago, “Were you out there by yourself for a reason, sir?” 

“I just got separated from mein own team, tell mich, how did I get here?” Richtofen asked, glancing back at the gun, your teammate, Al was holding.

“Miss smarty, right here, found you passed out and brought you back here. She used to be a Doctor, before, well, all of this.” Finn patted you on the back.

Your pained demeanor faltered, for only a moment a soft smile took its place, “I really need to bandage my arm, Finn.” You said, moving away from his grasp, you offered the German a soft smile, “And get him some water it'll help him feel better.”

The German watched as Al rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself. Before, begrudgingly, doing what he was told, bringing Edward a small canteen, “it's fresh, don't worry, we boiled it already.”

Edward nodded when he took the small piece of metal, only now realizing how dry his mouth was. Taking a swig, Edward felt the cool water run down his empty insides, the 

feeling making him squirm, “D-Danke.”

“Of course, mr.-?” You paused, looking at the Edward quite quizzically.

“Richtofen. I am Edward Richtofen.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Richtofen.” You smiled, hand loosening from around the slash on your arm. Soft steps traced over to your small tin first aid kit, taking out rolls of bandages and gauze.

The three men all watched as you applied it to your hurt arm, the German's eyes followed up your body to your face as you bit your lip in concentration. Finn was the first to get the hint, rolling his eyes only to turn and leave the room. Al noticed his teammates absence and quickly followed, leaving the two of you alone.

“Eine… doctor?” Richtofen mumbled to himself, eyes tracing up your body, “that means you bandaged mein wound, ja?”

“Yes, that was me, why?” You turned away from your arm to shoot him a glance, “Is my work not to your liking, mr. Richtofen?”

“Nein- not at all, It's just, I never would've guessed…” Richtofen shut his mouth, worried to say anything else.

“Would've guessed-?” Your words ushered him to continue.

A deep chuckle fell from his mouth, “ich never would have guessed someone like you would have been such a skilled hand.”

“Someone like me?” You repeated, insecurities flooding your words, you bit the inside of your cheek, finishing your arm. The words you wanted to speak failed, you gave the German a quick nod, before walking out.

Richtofen watched, unsure of why your demeanor towards him had suddenly shifted, but the slamming door gave him the impression he had upset you. Left lying on the cot, while the painfully sharp feeling of the gash on his side seeped into his body. He could only cover his face with his hands, expelling a groan, “Scheiße, Edward, really?”

Edward was unaware of how long he had been left lying there alone, he had finally begun to drift asleep before the door slammed. The sound alerted him, he jumped up, pulling at the healing wound on his side, his hands quickly shooting to grab at the pain. The German looked up as he winced, “Thank Gott, you came back, mein pain is-” Edward’s words stopped seeing your teammate, Finn, eyebrows so closely knitted it looked as though they were connected.

“I'm not here to help you, Dumba**.” Finn spat, anger lacing his words, “what makes you think you can speak to her like that?” 

Finn glared down at him, confusion taking over the doctor's expression, “I-I’m sorry? Was?”

“Don't play dumb, (y/n) told us what you said.” Finn lowered his face, getting incredibly close to the pained German. Richtofen's grimace, making the angry man smile, “your going to get what you deserve being a bigot after she saved you, you already cut her arm all up when she found you!”

“I injured her? Bedienen.. ‘a bigot’, I don't unde- I complimented her work-!” Richtofen defended himself, “und said, it was strange that such a young woman was such a skilled physician.”

“..No- you said ‘someone like her,’ you…” pausing, Finn gained a look of confusion. “you really weren't being a d**k?” Finn's anger melted away.

“Nein, I would never-...” Finn retracted at Richtofen's words.

“Well, you really hurt her feelings..” Finn said, backing away, “But I'll try to explain the miscommunication, it's been so long since we've seen her this happy…”

Finn's eyes dropped down to his feet, Richtofen nodded watching as Finn moved past him, leaving through the door.

“A bigot?”

Finn had tried to explain the German's words to you, but you did not care to listen, “his values are not my responsibility, I'll have him healed and then we can send him on his way, Finn.” 

Your teammates eyes were full of sorrow as you pushed past him ignoring his words, “Y-You don't mean that-” Finn called out, his hand grabbing your shoulder, “It has been so long, since we've seen you this happy… it might have been when you first started transitioning, and I know that it is none of my business but-”

“Then why do you care so much, Finn?” 

“Because I want to protect you that's all I've ever wanted.” Finn's hand slipped down your arm, latching onto your hand. His fingers rubbing soft circles on the back if your own, “and if that means helping you f**k this German guy, so be it.”

Your soft laugh brought a smile to your teammates face, “Fine, Finn. I'm listening.” 

“He's just weird, he didn't mean to offend you, or at least that's what he told me.” Finn's eyes glanced up, staring at your own, “He's also in a lot of pain, right now.” 

“Shit. I forgot I was gonna bring him medicine.” Your mind was suddenly returned, the level headedness you always seem to possess taking back its place. Finn watched as you ran over to a small table, picking up a small packet and your flask of water, “thank you, Finn, for everything.”

You made your way back into the room the German doctor laid in, when you entered he didn't look at you. He didn't speak. He just laid there. Pain had seeped into every inch of his body, radiating from the wound on his side, his hands grabbed at it, in an attempt to quell the soreness. 

“Mr. Richtofen?” He didn't Answer.

You moved closer into his line of sight, his eyes squinting and face tightly together. His sad grey eyes traced over you once more, “Es tut mir leid, truly, I understand what you choose to do next.” You could only spare him a small laugh.

“Open your mouth.” You smiled as he glanced up at you, quizzically, you lifted the pill packet into his view.

His eyes widened slightly, only for a moment, filling with hope. He nodded, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, you dropped the pills on his tongue. Your hand found the underpart of his chin, carefully holding it as you helped him drink from the flask, he sat back with a satisfying “ahh” sound.

“I would also like to apologize, mr. Richtofen…” his exhausted grey eyes found your own.

“Was? Why?” 

“Finn allowed me the knowledge that I had taken your words out of their meanings and it's something that I have always struggled with.” You looked back at him, “I'm just a little insecure about certain qualities I possess…”

“I don't see why, you should know you are incredible to behold, und mein heart beats twice whenever you send that soft smile my way.” He spoke, smiling, “aber I am so tired at the moment.”

You smiled, nodding, you crawled onto the small cot, Richtofen was surprised at first but slowly happiness, true happiness, had taken over. His small smile, grew as he rubbed your cheek, your hands found his face as well, pulling him to you. Capturing his lips in a heated embrace, a cascading moment of small kisses, breaking apart and moving right back onto another. His knee situated itself between your legs, he smiled, holding your body close.

The two of you drifted off like that, your head planted on his chest. His slow breathing comforting you, perhaps it was the connection or the safety of having another person there but it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while.

The morning rose and so did you, waking up and being met with the German holding onto you, tightly. His small exhales were the only noise in the room, you could only smile, it was perfect.

Small discontented groans left the germans mouth as you pulled away from his embrace. You tried not to wake him, yet he still stirred, grey eyes finding you. A small smile pulled at his lips, “Guten morgen, Frau doktor.”

You chuckled at his funny words, “Gesundheit..”

Richtofen shook his head, his small smile still present, “not quite.”

Your hands reached for his face, the pad of your thumb finding a scar on his cheekbone, rubbing the healed wound playfully. Richtofen's hand enveloped your own, pushing the palm to his lips, giving your hand a quick kiss.

“I'm very sorry that I was so cruel to you earlier,” your soft emotional smile replaced with a slightly more somber one as guilt pried into your mind.

“All is forgiven, you have been more help to mich than anyone has for as long as I can remember.” He spoke, leaning forward, his eyes staring into your own.

“I'm sure that's a fabrication, Edward.” You smiled at him, “still I can't help but feel bad.. Is there anything I could help you with before you're healed enough to leave?”

Edward's eyes widened at a thought, quickly as they did they glanced away from you, almost fleeing your presence. A faint hue of red dusts his pale features, “Nein, not really… Unless..”

Your heart skips a beat as he looks back at you, teeth gripping onto his bottom lip for comfort, “..Yes?”

“You do not have to encourage me, if you feel uncomfortable with my actions, please tell me..” With his disclaimer out of the way, he snaked a hand to your jawline, tilting his head slightly to stare up at you, “I have known very few people as affectionate as you, I enjoy it quite a bit… more than I thought Ich would. Und it is very likely we will not get another chance like this…”

“You want to have s*x?” You finished his words, his embarrassed demeanor deepened, only nodding as his face reddened much more, “I would love to.” 

Carefully pulling away from his grasp, you slid off the cot, pulling his trousers down. Edward watched with unspoken prayers as you toyed with him, your upper half laid on the cot beside him. Your hand gently stroking him, small gasps and moans seeping from his mouth.

Kisses from your mouth trailed up his p*n*s, your hand finding his balls. He was interesting to jerk *ff, due to him being uncircumcised, watching as the skin pulled away from the tip and recovered it. Biting your lip in anticipation, “Ready?” You looked back up at him, who looked down at you with a soft stare.

“Bitte.” His word was strangled, but said with a smile and him closing his eyes lightly.

“I'm glad I could help… It would've been unfortunate had I been an unhelpful b*t*h.” You laughed, he opened his mouth to reply but your mouth found the tip of his c**k far too soon. 

Richtofen's head tossed back as he released a guttural moan, “Nein. I do not care for that description-”

You pulled him out of your mouth, your hand pumping around him, “I was a little bit of a b*tch though..”

Pushing your lips back to his tip, you stared down at him, expectantly, “your actions were justified, you assumed I was being unhöflich.”

“Ah- Scheiße-! Even if you had been you're still a very kind und gentle woman-...” Richtofen's voice was clouded by pants and moans, his head laid back in ecstatisy, “Aber, you have to know that you are quite beautiful und very good with that mouth of yours- Gott-!”

You twisted your hands around the base of his c**k, while your mouth pleasured the tip. Taking him in your mouth slightly, your eyes wide as they stared up at him. His face a grimace of pleasure, made your own pants tight while you pleased the German.

He groaned out, his hips thrusting himself further into your mouth, when his chattering had died down you removed him from your lips, watching as he looked up to you almost immediately.

“No, no, no, don't stop talking now, mr. Richtofen, please-” You began to stroke his c**k, your hand pulling the foreskin back, the red tip almost aching for any kind of stimulation, “I love hearing that gorgeous accent of yours.”

His hips stuttered as you continued to pump your hands around him, “bitte, bitte, please, in den mund… Rein-!” 

His whines echoed, sounding like music to your ears as you teased him, you licked a stripe over his c**k, kissing the tip. Your hand twisted and pumped faster, it was not long before Richtofen was only holding on by a thread. His moans and whines were silenced when he pressed his hands to his mouth, before a prolonged muffled groan was released. He hit his climax, evident by the white strands that covered your face, you tightly closed your eyes, the German spread out panting. You wiped your face, carefully, only to open your eyes and see him carefully observing you.

“Yes, Mr. Richtofen?” You spoke, quietly, moving to sit on the cot, “anything else I can help you with?” 

“Nein, aber I want to please you now..” He said, placing a hand on your thigh, his hand inches away from the bulge in your pants. 

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “That's sweet but I did just put your stitches in, it could be bad if they busted..”

“Es ist mir egal..” His hand rubbing the inside of your thigh, his soft and tired smile almost begging you. 

“I don't know what that means..” You laughed, leaning down to peck his cheek, Edward's hands looping over your shoulders.

“Please… we may never have another chance like this..” His gruff whisper in your ear, was nothing more than a simple plea, a plea that elicited quite the response.

The quick turning of your stomach made you gasp out as his hand ran over your bulge. Your heart raced as he palmed you through your trousers, “Bitte, allow me this..” 

A swear and a groan trickled from your lips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh to hold the others back. Edward's large, pale hands moved to unbutton your trousers, his neck craned to watch as he worked. Greyish eyes flickering from his hands at your crotch to your face, eyes closed and mouth whispering silent prayers.

“You look so wunderbar.” He whispered, his hand fully grasping your hard er*ct*on. Pumping slowly, he teased you, his calloused thumb rubbing small circles on the tip. You laid your head back letting out a gasp as Edward teased you. Your sweet noises mixed with the grinding of your hips against his hand brought a sweet smile to his lips, “So wunderbar.”

[mayhemakinguser]

Let Me Love You × Primis! Richtofen x Reader

Huahuahua

I decide to write a Richtofen x reader since I saw someone wanting more (Richtofen x reader hua)

Reader is gender neutral and is German :D

No warnings, just a lot of fluff (I think. Chaotic doesnt know if she is writing fluffc correctly. She also doesnt know why she talks in third person)

I have no idea where this is going to be taken place (I have only played bo2 origins, have never played bo3 nor bo4 which is a tragedy) so like, imagine it's one of your favorite maps 🤷‍♀️

<story begins nowwww rah>

You notice the German sitting by his lonesome on a bench, his notes spread out all over the floor and his face in his hands. He's also been noticeably stressed this past week, struggling to stay alive as well as finding a way to end this horrible nightmare.

You and Edward had worked together as scientists, so you knew little things about him the others did not. For example, how he chewed his hands when he was nervous, how his eyebrow twitched when he was irritated, a small smile when he secretly is excited. You knew a lot more about him than yourself.

But one thing you did know, was that you were hopelessly in love with the doctor. Like, puppy love. And the others knew it too. They would constantly tease you about it. Even right in front of him! Either Edward was oblivious, or he was too busy thinking to notice. It drives you mad how smart, but so dumb, he is.

With a quick contemplation, you stride over to him quietly, attempting to not startle him. You sit down carefully, watching him.

Edward must've sensed your presence because he looks up from his hands. "Oh, hallo, Y/n."

You gnaw on your lip. "Was die Sache?" What is the matter?

Edward watches you as closely as you watch him. "Nichts. It's just... been overwhelming lately. The others are trusting me less and less." He gives a tired smile.

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They're just getting cold feet. They have been acting a lot different since we first met them."

He snorts. "Ja, they went from 'I want to visciously murder you and bury you under gallons of cement' to 'I just want to squeeze your throat for a little'."

You giggle into your other hand. "Progress!"

You two laugh with each other for a little before you both go silent.

"Eddie..." you begin, going back to chewing your lip.

He hums in response, his beautiful eyes flitting away.

"I want you to know that ich..." Ich liebe dich. I love you. "...i care about you. A lot. And I want to make sure you and the others' well-beings are... well, good. Let me take care of you."

His eyes latch back onto yours. You realize you two are only inches apart, and it makes your ears go warm with some embarrassment.

After a moment, he goes, "Okay."

You nod with a nervous smile. "Okay. First, we have to put these stress-inducing notes away." You kneel on the floor to pick them up and he instantly crouches beside you.

"It's okay, I got them-" Edward quickly says, not wanting to put you through all the trouble.

"It's alright. I don't mind," you practically chirp. And you genuinely didn't.

Your hands brush against his and in unison, both of your guys' hands jerked back as if ya'll touched some hot water. You blush profusely, refusing to meet his gaze. You take the pile from him and set it back on a shelf for later.

You sit back on the bench and he does the same. Silence again.

You turn towards him, drawing a leg up to face Edward. With a blush heating your face, you hold your arms out. Edward blinks at you, confused.

"It's proven by other scientists that hugs decrease stress," you explain quickly, face on fire. "So... bring it in."

Was it just you, or is his cheeks dusted with pink? He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, feeling stiff at first. But when you did the same, he visibly untensed, actually pulling you close and burying his face into the crook of your neck. You squeeze him, covering your face in his chest and inhaling his scent. He has a certain musk to you, not at all stinky (surprising, given the circumstances) but it was one you could distinguish from Dempsey, Nikolai, and Takeo. He smelled like... home. And everything you could ever want.

Edward mumbles something, stirring you out of your thoughts. "Hmm?"

"Danke, liebling," he mumbles, making your hairs rise. Darling? A pet name? "You are always so kind to me, ever since we met. How can I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to," you reply softly, resting your chin on his shoulder so your voice wouldn't be muffled. "All you have to do is stay alive for me. That's all I ever want."

Edward sighs again, but contently. Without warning, he drags you into his lap and you release a squeak of surprise. Your hands go to his chest and you gaze down at him with fiery cheeks. Edward's eyes look up at you, his own face a little pink.

"Oh, liebling," he whispers, one hand on your waist and the other going to your cheek. You lean into his hand with a soft whine. You wanted to be touched like this by him for the longest while. To be in such an intimate moment with Edward.

"How did I deserve someone so perfect like yourself?" he whispers to himself, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Everyone deserves a little love," you whisper, leaning forward a bit. His eyes widen a bit. "Even you, Eddie."

"How can you be so sure? Everyone is convinced that I..." Edward trails off.

"I don't know who "everyone" is," you say with a gentle smile, "but they're wrong. I love you Eddie. I've always have."

Then you connect your lips with his. Edward's eyes went round, then softened, eyes fluttering shut as he cups your face with both hands, kissing back. His lips were so soft. You figured it would've been rough, but it was soft like a pillow. You sigh into the kiss, coiling your hands around his neck.

You both seperate for air, studying each other's eyes. Edward says softly, "I love you too, mein liebling." He brushes a thumb across your lip. "But, you should stop biting on your lip so often. It's too pretty to be bleeding."

You blush hard, hiding yourself in his chest again. "Shut up."

BONUS

"What did I tell you?" Dempsey whisper-shouts, shoving Nikolai's shoulder.

"I figured it would've taken them longer," the Russian bear grumbles.

Takeo opens and closes his hand, expectant. "Give it up, Russian."

Nikolai grumbles some more and slaps an item into Takeo's hands. "This is ridiculous."

<END OF STORY YIPPEE!>

hoped u enjoy!!

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Manfred Von Richtofen x GN!Reader. AU: Post!WW1. Hurt/Comfort. Injuries. TW: Blood. Injuries. PSTD. Trauma. Battle of Ypres. Trench warfare. Nightmares. Manfred comforts Reader. Manfred is a sweetheart.

Requested by @bucketinyourwalls

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During WW1, you fought in the trenches in the Battle Of Ypres, one of the most bloodiest battles in WW1 and while out on a trench patrol, you unfortunately are hit in an attack and sadly, lose your eye in the process. After the war, you meet and marry fellow WW1 vet and ace, Manfred Von Richtofen and soon you two settle into a peaceful retirement. However, the memories and past of those awful moments in battle, always come back to haunt you.

August, 1917

Passchendaele, Belgium.

You gave a weary sigh as you poke your head outside your bunker and look around. Another wet downpour, just like yesterday and the day before and the day before that. The rain just hadn't stopped. The trenches you and the German army dug were becoming a muddy swamp acting as quicksand, just 4 days ago two men drowned in the mud, one of them was your best friend and it was horrible, there was no way of saving them as your commander ordered you all to return from no man's land, leaving the two men to die a slow and horrible death. You shivered, recalling the cries and screams, you could still hear them.

It was still dark in the early hours of morning as you headed out to begin your trench duties, mostly it was either being on sentry duty when you were short on men, digging latrines, repairing trenches and pumping out flooded sections. From the looks of it today, pumping out the flooded sections again.

"Y/N! Over here! The whole section is completely flooded!" Called your friend Klaus as he lead you over to the section. He wasn't wrong, the whole section was submerged, the days of non-stop heavy rain flooded the section till it came up to your knees.

"Verdammt! This is Ficken ridiculous!" You Growled angrily. This was gonna take a long while to pump out and the thought of it made you pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a long irradiated sigh.

"This gonna take hours" You Sighed, irritated. Your friends Klaus, Gunter and William all nodded, they too were irritated by this mess.

"The British could attack at any moment! And here we are, stuck here pumping out water!" Remarked Gunter.

"Can't we just leave this section?" Asked William.

You sadly shook your head. As tempting as it was, your commander would chew your ass for it and you didn't want to deal with that and looking at how tired and irritated your three friends are, you knew they didn't want to deal with that either.

"You know what the commander is like, come on the sooner we get this done the better" You Stated. You all started grabbing boards to build another Duck Board/Sump to help drain out the section. You didn't want to stand too long in this water, not unless you wanted to get Trench Foot. You had heard a few soliders caught Trench Foot and at least 3 lost their foot to it. You made sure you and your friends always dried your socks and did your best to change them daily as well as cleaning your feet and making sure not to wear socks when sleeping, no matter how cold the nights were.

A cough caught your attention and you looked up to see William coughing harshly into a handkerchief covering his mouth.

"Willi? Are you alright?" You Asked. William looked up and waved his hand at you as Klaus and Gunther looked on concerned.

"I'm fine *cough* *hack* *cough*" William Coughed. When he had apparently finished and removed the handkerchief from his mouth, you caught the sight of crimson staining the handkerchief. You, Gunther and Klaus looked at William with a mix of dread and sadness.

"That's blood" Whispered Gunter, looking around in case anyone was within earshot.

"It's fine honest, only today I've started coughing up blood" Protested William.

"But you're sick! You shouldn't be out in this weather, you'll get more sick and die!" Argued Klaus.

"Go back and rest up in your bunker William" You Suggested but William shook his head stubbornly.

"I won't let my illness prevent me from doing my part for the Kaiser in this godforsaken war. I'll dig, shoot and fight if I must" Stated William proudly before a coughing fit interrupted him. Gunter rested his hand on William's back, patting it gently.

"Everyone seems to be getting sick" Remarked Klaus gloomily.

"It's the weather. This stinking weather. Trench Foot, Typus and now Tuberculosis. God I hate it here" You Remarked bitterly as William finished his coughing fit and work went on as you got building a duck board.

So it will be 5:am and you'd all have to Stand-To Arms to prepare for an enemy attack before Stand Down at 6:am. Your stomach rumbled as you thought of breakfast, but that won't be until 7:am.

"Hopefully that bastard Heinz doesn't take the last strip of bacon!" You Remarked, you and your friends sharing a laugh as you recalled how pissed you were when it happened last time.

"If he does, I'll steal his rum for you" Chuckled William and you all laughed. As you finished up the last bits of work, you heard the long whistle from across the no man's land and you froze before you heard a sudden boom and you felt the pressure under your feet.

"Artillery!" You Cried.

Klaus, William and Gunter all scrambled along with you as you ducked your heads and made your way along the trench, praying the shell won't hit you or your friends.

An explosion across the land was heard as the shell hit just outside in no man's land. You heard the shrill of a trench whistle, your commander whistling out the "alarm blast" to call troops out from their bunkers and camps and take up positions.

"Y/N! Klaus! Gunter! William! Take up your positions now!" Ordered Your Commander and without hesitation, you took up your weapon and made your way to your position.

You made sure your gas mask was secured with you. You've had a few brushes with gas attacks to know to always keep your gas mask at hand.

Suddenly there was nothing but chaos as artillery began and guns started firing. You held your position as the earth rumbled around you with shells hitting the ground all around you. You fired a couple of shots, hoping you got a few hits in. A gunshot rang out and blood splattered across the side of your face. You turned to see Gunter was lying on his back in the mud, a bullet hole straight into throat, blood flowing from the deep and torn flesh.

"Gunter!" You Screamed, though you knew Gunter was dead. Klaus and William heard your scream and turned to see the body of their fallen friend.

The German loaded up their artillery and your commander gave a whistle.

"Over the trench! Engage the enemy!" Shouted Your Commander. You turned your head to look at him, eyes wide.

"What?" You Asked. He wasn't asking you all to engage the enemy now?!

"That's an order!" Shouted Your Commander harshly as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"But Sir....." You Began but the Commander cut you off.

"Are you questioning your commander?! Das ist eine Bestellung!" Yelled Your Commander.

"Jawohl" You Replied weakly and stood at attention with ladders ready. Your Commander gave a whistle and you all climbed up out of the trench to begin the charge. From across no man's land in the enemy's trench, you heard a whistle accompanied by shouts and yells of soldiers beginning their charge.

Everything happened so fast, one moment you were charging the next you got up in a mission to help some German soldiers who were caught unprepared and were trying to repair a section of trench that was hit by artillery. As you tried to get them out, an artillery shell hit. You flew back with the force of the impact and landed in a crumbled heap in mud, splintered wood and barbwire.

Your vision was blurry at first and you had a ringing in your ears as you looked around, muffled explosions and smoke all around you. You felt a sharp pain in the right side of your face and you lifted up your hand to touch the side of your face. You pulled your hand away and saw blood. Touching your face again, you felt sharp pieces of wood and metal embedded in your face and eye.

As the ringing subsided and your vision cleared, all you felt was pain. Nothing but pain all around. Without thinking, you let out a bloodcurdling scream as it was mixed into the sounds of warfare. You must have laid there for hours, no one seeing you or paying you heed as you lay in the cold, wet mud as the rain poured down. Soon, there was silence all around, until you heard a trench whistle ring out. It was a "rally blast", used to call out to soldiers lost in wood, bush or fog. In this case fog.

"Ich bin hier! Ich bin hier!" You Cried in German. Eventually a group of German soldiers came to help you back to the trench. As they carried you across the torn land, you came across two bodies that were hit by artillery. It was the bodies of Klaus and William. You cried and shouted in tears, mourning the loss of your best friends.

Klaus. Gunter. William. All gone. All dead.

You're injuries were very severe and you were sent to the nearest German Military Hospital to be treated. Shrapnel from the artillery shell that hit the trench and splintered wood from the wooden beams hit the right side of your face, leaving your eye beyond saving and thus you had your right eye removed. You also suffered a broken arm and some bruises.

While there, you met and got friendly with none other than Manfred Von Richtofen, the Red Baron himself. He was recovering from an injury himself and you two became close, eventually even marrying in 1919 and both of you receiving medals for your valiant effort in the war, though you felt indifferent about receiving medals. You and Manfred then quietly retired to live out the rest of your lives in peace.

12th of August, 1923

Bayrischzell, Bavaria, Germany.

You stared out at the setting sun from the window of your cosy kitchen as you sipped at a mug of tea, trying to ignore the slight tremors in your hands as you held the mug close to your chest and held tight, hoping to not drop the mug with your shaking hands.

You watched the glow of the sun fade behind the horizon as you heard the sound of Manfred's car coming up the road. You smiled softly and turned away from the window to make your way into the drawing home, a warm fire blazed away in the hearth.

Manfred walked inside, smiling at you and making his way over to you. He sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"Sorry I'm late mein Schatz" Apologised Manfred softly as he pressed a kiss against your head and you smiled.

"Did you deliver the flowers?" You Asked. Manfred nodded.

"I did. The gravestones look nice now with fresh flowers" Remarked Manfred smiling. You nodded and gently touched your eyepatch with a trembling hand, remembering the artillery shell costed you your eye. Manfred noticed your trembling hand and gently took your hand, holding it in his.

"I know it's hard my Liebling. It's not easy around this month" Manfred Spoke as he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles.

"I'm sorry I couldn't visit them today. It's just....I'm not ready yet Manny" You Admitted timidly.

"I understand mein Liebesvögel. And I'm sure your three friends understand too. They know you hold them in your heart" Manfred Nodded. You smiled at him and you two share a kiss.

You awoke in the trenches. You were stood in the flooded section of the trench you were sent to drain with Klaus, Gunter and William. You looked around and saw Gunter, William and Klaus busy making the duck board.

"Gunter? Klaus? William?" You Called.

The men looked up and smiled.

"Hey Y/N, come on let's get this done!" Klaus Smiled and you went about making the duck board. Suddenly an artillery shell hit and you were sent flying back into a heap of mud, wood and barbwire.

You screamed as pain shot through you, clutching your bloody right side of your face and eye. You turn to see Gunter's body, dead in the mud with a bullet wound in his head.

"Nein Gunter!" You Screamed, tears streaming down your face, mixing with the blood that seeped from your wounded eye.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You heard your name being called and saw an injured Klaus crawling to you, both his legs blown apart as William lay dead next him . You let out a cry.

"Y/N! Y/N please wake up! Wake up my liebesvögel, please wake up" Called Manfred softly as he tried to wake you up from the nightmare you were having.

You awoke and sat up, shaking in a cold sweat and tears streaming down your face as your chest ached. You found it hard to breathe as your heart raced within your ribcage.

Manfred was quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close and rocking you gently back and forth.

"It's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare. You aren't in Passchendaele anymore. You aren't in the trenches anymore. You are here, with me and you are warm and safe. You aren't in the trenches, you're in my arms warm and safe" Cooed Manfred softly as he rubbed your back to soothe you.

You clung to Manfred and cried into his chest.

"Manny.....Manny the trenches.....Gunter....Klaus....William" You Sobbed as Manfred held you closer.

"There there Meine Liebe, you're not in the trenches anymore. You are safe with me, just breathe nice and slow ja? That's it, just breathe nice and slow" Whispered Manfred and you breathed in and out slowly, calming your nerves as Manfred helped ground you and come back to the present.

You weren't in a cold, wet trench surrounded by death and artillery shells. You were in a nice, warm bed and in the arms of your warm and caring man. You sniffled and looked up at Manfred who looked down and smiled warmly at you.

"I'm here Täubchen, I'm not going anywhere. You'll never be alone. You're safe and sound" Cooed Manfred as you two embraced each other.

"Manny, I love you" You Whispered and hugged him tighter. You smiled as you felt him press a tender kiss to your cheek.

"And I love you too, my Täubchen" Whispered Manfred.

The scars would heal but they will always remain, but as long as you had Manfred by your side, you had the strength to continue on.

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Running Away to (Another) Circus

Edward Richtofen x Reader

Alternative universe

TW: Blood, Richtofen being Richtofen.

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Shows every night, everyday. Grew tiresome, especially after traveling across the entirety of the US of A. But the circus was the only thing that can support you. Who would hire some kind of freak that only knew how to throw knives and do flips?

You looked at your tired face in the mirror. Mascara smeared down from your eyes. Sweat? Tears? You didn’t know. Thanks to your parents throwing you to the circus ring just to get some extra cash, you had to perform everyday ever since then.

“Y/N! You’re up in five!” Darcel shouts after passing your room. She just finished one of her acts, a gymnast flipping through fire. Darcel seemed to enjoy what she does; you envied that.

You groaned, tried to put on a smile in the mirror. You wiped the smears on your face with a tissue; reapplied mascara and drew another eyeliner.

It was the next act of your performance. You slipped on a new outfit. Bright red leather corset with a big red bow on the back, pairing with black glittery shorts and black and white striped stockings. Finishing it off with bright a black and yellow accents boots.

You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror. “I’ll get out of here, any day now,” giving another smile to the mirror as you walked out of your room.

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The audience applauded. Screams and shouts were trying to catch your attention. Roses were thrown at your feet. Among the audience was Dr. Edward Richtofen, curiously watching you. Oh, what a dangerous woman you are. During your performance, you juggled knives, did cartwheel while your circus friends threw arrows, bullets, and mini bombs in your way. He was very interested. Very much so.

He had thoughts about experimenting on you. Pushing your limits. But he had different things to think about. Since the teleporter sent them into this world and it was busted, he tried fixing it, but got too frustrated. That’s what led him to the circus. Maybe zhis vill help me decompress! It sure did. That’s when he saw you.

The next performances were meh… to say the least. Richtofen was into the dangerous acts, like yours. None of the others caught his eye.

The last act was definitely interesting, well embarrassing. The guy tried to juggle fire balls in his hands. He was wearing gloves, but when the fire ball was up in the air and went down, it landed on his face.

“Vell, thank gott, I’m off duty!” Richtofen sighed in relief and disappointment. No one can be as talented as you. Vhy am I thinking of her again?

You cringed in pain when your coworker, Tony, gets flamed in the face. As your other coworkers helped him get out and be sent to the hospital, you went down to the floor to conclude the show.

“My friend will be okay, everyone! Again, I'm Y/N and thank you for spending the night at the circus! Do come again!” You concluded, taking a bow and walking off.

Richtofen saw this as an opportunity to congratulate you, face to face with a bouquet of flowers. He does hope you like cornflowers.

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After changing to your normal clothes, you sat in front of your mirror again. Wiping of your heavy makeup to put on something lighter. I do like what I'm doing, but being forced to do this your whole life? Its conflicting.

You heard a knock at your door. Another fan? How sweet, maybe I can find away to find enjoyment in this line of work without feeling horrible everyday...

"Uh, hallo? Iz Y/N in there?" Richtofen says, as he holds a bouquet of cornflowers.

You got up, "Oh, yes! I'll be right there!" You walked towards the door and took a deep breath, faking a smile in the process. As you opened the door and greet yourself, you paused at the sight of the man.

Richtofen cutting off the tension, "Your act vas definitely something. I mean, it vas great, but itz good to be improving." His eye twitched. Scheiße… compliments wasn’t his strong suit, especially complimenting towards Americans.

“Oh, thanks?”

Awkward. You looked down at his hands seeing a bouquet of flowers. “Is that for me?” you chuckled at the German.

“Excellent choice of flowers, vouldn’t you say, fraulein?” Richtofen smirks, handing them to you.

“I love them, thank you…?” You looked up at him, expecting a name to pair with his face. A handsome one at that.

“Dr. Edward Richtofen,” Richtofen flashed a smirk at you, “but for you, call me Edward.”

You smiled at Edward. “Oh, please come in,” you widened the door for him.

Edward looked around your room. He noticed the hundreds of thousands of bouquets and fan letters all around the room. “I guess, I vasn’t the only one who gave you flowers,” Edward looked at your back as you set down the flowers.

“Ah, yes. Please ignore the big mess I have in my room,” you said in embarrassment, “So, I haven’t seen you before. Is this your first time seeing our shows?”

Edward looked up at you. Even without your costume, you’re still the star of the show. “Vell, yes, I actually came here to decompress, since being a doctor is quite difficult…” Edward looked to the side, thinking about Dempsey yelling into his ear, complaining about whatever.

“I hope it did, Dr. Richtofen,” you put a hand on his knee. Edward looked at your hand.

“Ah, it did. Except that one part where your friend set his face on fire,” Edward said, while moving his knee away from you. Oh, gott. He wanted to see your reactions to his touch. Maybe pierce one of your knives right to your heart.

“Tony is really good, it’s just I don’t know what happened out there…but I hope he’s okay,” you said, replaying the scene in your head.

“Don’t vorry, frau. Your friend vill be okay,” Edward reassured you, “It only melt parts of his cheeks.”

“That’s still bad,” you sighed.

Edward looked at you, “Y/N, he’ll be okay.”

You smiled, “yeah.”

~~~

Both of you heard screams at your door. Horrifying screams.

“What the hell was that?” you grabbed your knives and walked up to your door, but Edward grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Let me,” Edward’s eyes darkened. It seems like he can’t escape death. He opened the door to see zombies running around eating people in the hallway.

You looked outside, “Oh my god!”

“Y/N! Ve must go. Now!” Edward grabbed you as both of you dashed through the hallway.

You see your friends getting eaten one by one.

Edward looked behind you and shoot the zombie following you guys.

“It seems like I can’t escape this,” Edward mumbled.

“Wait, you have something to do with this?” You backed away from Edward.

Edward groaned, “Look, I’ll tell you later, but not now, Y/N. Now come on!”

You looked around you. You saw Darcel, lifeless body as she gets eaten by a horde of zombies. What the fuck?

“Let’s get out of here,” you both ran towards the exit.

“Okay, ve have to go back to my group,” Edward said as he shoots the undead.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get the fuck out of here Edward,” you threw your knives at crawler coming towards Edward. A group, huh?

“Thanks, Y/N,” Edward replied as you guys ran towards his car.

A zombie caught up to you and grabbed on of your legs. You fought back, stabbing it in its eye. Edward helped you up.

“Come on,” he said as you both darted to his car.

~~~

You drove off, seeing of your circus in flames and being filled with the undead. Maybe this was my chance to get away from here in a fucked up way…

Edward glanced at you, “Iz something troubling you?”

“I was raised here, now it’s just destroyed,” you said, feeling weirdly sad. You hated here, now you feel sad about it being taken over by zombies?

“I’m very sorry, Y/N,” Edward said. He did feel sorry, but he’s more closer to experimenting on your skills. You are one interesting specimen.

“So, how did all of this happen?” You looked up at Edward with a hint of anger in your eyes. I think I should thank him for getting out of here, but this was my home. Was it really?

“My group and I are time travelers. Whenever we teleport to another world, the undead follow us,” Richtofen explained, “ that’s all I can say.”

You looked out the window, “thank you.”

“For vhat? I destroyed your home and brought death at your door, fraulein,” Edward asked. Did he bring a zombie with him?

“The circus was all I know, I can’t deny that. But I was sold here by my parents, that place was no home at all, it wasn’t what I want,” you looked down at your knives, seeing your reflection on the blade.

Edward looked at you, “what do you want, Y/N?”

“Be free and do what I love. Like throwing my knives at zombies,” you looked at him and chuckled.

Guilt waved over Edward’s mind. He just met you and only wanted to use you as an experiment. He felt like he shouldn’t take your freedom away.

“That’s vhat my group is going right now,” Edward laughed.

“Can I join your little circus group?” you asked him.

“The more the merrier, Y/N,” Edward said as you arrived and saw his group fighting off zombies.

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[letters-from-your-fo]

To: Y/n

From: Amber

《↬.•.•✿•.•.↫》

Dear Y/n,

Welcome, my dear, to my blog! This is a writing blog themed around either fictional characters or my ocs writing to you or your oc! This is mostly focused on love letters from your f/o but I will take other requests not centered around romance! Do note that I center around romance due to the fact that my specialty is writing romance.

Here is my Masterlist!

Here is my Oc List!

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her.

My main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter and you should go follow it if you're interested! I chat with mutuals there and post about my f/os and ocs! 

I also have a few writing blogs: 

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Romantic letters

Platonic letters

Letters filled with fluff

Letters filled with angst

Letters from multiple characters

Letters from yandere characters

Letters to the reader

Letters to/from my ocs

And letters to your ocs

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

YouTubers/Celebrities

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

Sincerely, Jonas~♡

《↬.•.•✿•.•.↫》

[cheesy-sausage]

Another secret (Ultimis Richtofen x reader)

(Explicit content)

NSFW

Location: Der Eisendrache

It was early in the morning, you had to wake up and go to work. You were a nurse, your job was to look after the scientists of group 935 that were working in griffin castle, you didn't have much work, not many of them got sick very often, some just came to say hi, and others came to flirt a little like dr. Groph, you didn't care that much. But there was one scientist that really caught your eye, it was dr. Richtofen. He was never sick, and he was always busy, you didn't really know how to approach him, you knew he was a bit crazy, he suffered from schizophrenia, he heard voices in his head. This really didn't make you feel scared of him, it only made you wander what did they say but You decided that you shouldn't get distracted in work. A few days passed but nothing interesting happened. Today it was different, everyone was moving fast ad if they were trying to hide something, nobody came to your office that day, you were bored, you didn't have much to do so you just kept waiting, you saw dr. Richtofen pass right in front of your office, he looked restless. Everyone was acting weird that day, you wanted to know why so without thinking twice you got up and ran behind richtofen.

"Dr. Richtofen, wait!" You yelled, trying to catch his attention. After hearing you scream he turned around, facing you. You stopped and started to breathe heavily, he smiled a bit and he asked " what's the matter (Y/N)?", "why was everyone acting so strange today?" You asked with a bit of concern on your voice." Oh, it was because dr. Maxis, came to check and see if everything was ok, we had to hide many things so he wouldn't find out" he said in a medium tone. You thought about what he just said to try and connect some dots, you didn't know what he was talking about, until it hit you. " so ,all of that was to keep griffin station a secret to dr. Maxis?" You asked trying to seem smart. "ja" he said before letting a long yawn out. You looked at him wandering if he was ok." Are you ok dr. Richtofen? you seem a bit tiered." You asked. He looked at you for a moment and the let a little laugh out before leaning closer " I don't know, you are the nurse after all, you should know if I am sick."he said in a seductive tone." Well then, let's go to my office and find out"you said. Both of you walked to the office, once you arrived richtofen laid on the bed and looked deep into your eyes. You leaned over to check for any pain or trauma. You did not find anything." Dr ,do you feel anything out of the ordinary?"you asked, trying to get some information, so you could make a diagnosis. Richtofen gave a little smirk and put hand on top of his pants right in between his legs. You couldn't take it, you started unzipping his pants, you pulled them down revealing his hard member. You looked over at him asking for permission to stroke it, he gave you a slight nod then he looked down while biting his lip. You started pulling up and down slowly then faster he began to moan with each of you move. You wanted to feel him inside you so you move fast and climbed up on him, he looked at you while smiling as he pulled your panties aside and placed himself right on your entrance then placed his gloved hands on your hips. You started to go down letting a long moan out, quickly you started going faster you felt how he reached deep inside you, he was so close to your spot, you went faster until he finally reached. You climaxed right on top of him. you tightened around his member, as you went up and down a couple more times he released inside you. You slowly stood up and went to the bathroom, when you came out richtofen was asleep ,you put a blanket on top of him and sat down on an on another bed, after a couple of minutes thinking, you started to feel tiered and feel asleep. The next morning you looked at richtofen and he said " we can't tell anyone about what happened last night", after hearing what he said you responded" well, guess it will be another secret to keep".

[alyssa-fanfics]

Takeo 2.0 x Reader

Located: The Giant The night was cold and dim. (Y/n) had been sat atop this catwalk for 14 hours straight now. The undead hordes seem to have never ceased. At least now, she had time to count her remaining ammo. The German and Mr. America had recently gone to scavenge for more ammunition. Meanwhile, the Russian went out to get a drink from one of those wretched machines. No matter the cost, (Y/n) was never gonna drink one. With them 3 leaving, this left her alone with Takeo Masaki. The muscular Japanese soldier stood ahead of her, catering his arm wound by attaching more bandages to his arms. (Y/n) stood up and rested her hand on his shoulder. Takeo turned his attention to her. A slight smile appeared on his blood-covered face. “(Y/n)…” he said “I don’t know how I made it this far without you being here for me.” Takeo lifted her chin so their eyes met. Despite their faces being tired and worn down, their eyes sparked into life after seeing each other’s souls within one another.

(Y/n) gave a slight purring sound as the tall man stroked her chin gently. What a feeling it was. Slowly, Takeo inched in closer to her until their noses touched. (Y/n)’s face went red. She wasn’t ready for this. After all, she had just graduated from Hull University earlier that year before the whole world fell. But no matter what qualifications she had, they wouldn’t be fricking useful out here at all. Like, what use is Sociology during a zom- Before she could finish that thought, the hulking man stood infront of her had pressed his salty, pink lips against her’s. It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to fall into the trance known as love with this glorious human male.

However, before they could advance onto one another any further, a loud Grunting sound came from further down the catwalk. The two lovebirds looked up to see Tank Dempsey looking as smirk as ever. “Why don’t the two of you get a room?” he yelled jokingly, “I think Richtofen’s room is available.” His ear-splitting laughter made (Y/n)’s face turn red with anger but befor she could bite his head off, Takeo cut in. “Do you REALLY think I would dishonor my ancestors by sleeping with a woman in the bed of our enemy?!?” he exclaimed. Dempsey shook his head slowly, “Take it easy Tak, I was being sarcastic. Gee, can’t a guy joke nowadays?”

“NEIN!” yelled the doctor. He was just climbing up the stairs and had a large bag filled with ammo. “We must pay close attention to ze plan! Now, where oh where could Nikolai be?” He searched the room in a panic. “He went out to get one of those terrible drinks. Jugger-not I think it was.” Replied (Y/n). This, however, made the doctor furious. “DON’T YOU EVER SPEAK WRONGLY ABOUT THOSE DRINKS AGAIN YOUNG LADY! DR. MONTY DESIGNED THOSE SPECIFICALLY TO AID US!” bellowed Richtofen. “Come, Dempsey, let us find our Russian friend.” Begrudgingly, Tank followed him. “Hey Doc, who was that Dr. Minty you were on about anyway? That’s a new name.”

Takeo turned to (Y/n), “now, where were we miss?”

The End….

[melodyanqel]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 ── ✦ er.

after happily getting adopted into a family, ava grows a strong bond with her sister, nessa. during a visit to their hometown, an eerie yet suspenseful event happens.

↬ pairing: edward "eddie" richtofen x fem!oc

↬ genre/tags: strangers to lovers, horror, survival, action, fluff, angst, zombie apocalypse, based on cod zombies, sunshine!oc, baker!oc, age gap (everyone is legal), protective!richtofen, time-traveling

↬ warnings: there will be warnings in the story and listed in certain chapters. mentions of drinking alcohol, strong language, hurt/comfort, violence, murder, death, and sexual/suggestive content. minors DNI. if this is not something you are comfortable with please consider skipping or not reading it.

↬ note: hello my luvs! welcome to don't go insane! here is something spooky yet fun with a mix of my creative elements and cod zombies. i decided to expand more of my interests on this blog because it's mainly kpop that you see lol. i decided to get out of my comfort zone because it's my first time writing horror and i will do my best to build enough tension. i hope you all enjoy the story!

↬ disclaimer: this is made for entertainment purposes only. i don't own cod zombies. i only own my characters and their backgrounds. i'm only following the newer timeline, which there might be spoilers from bo6 once it gets released.

❪ taglist: open! ❫

✶ PROLOGUE ✶

[xmystoriousxbox]

(Primis) Edward Richtofen x (Self-Harming, Female) Reader - "Last To Fall"

~Trigger Warnings~

If You Are Uncomfortable With Swearing, Any Blood-Related Topics, Or Any Depressive/Unknown Actions Towards Pain. I'd Advise You To Turn Away Now. Staying? Proceed With Caution! 💙

◇ Author's Notes ◇

I Don't Intend To Spell Or Leave Out Most Words Because I Wasn't Aware Of My Grammar And Didn't Proof Read. It's Because Edward, Nikolai, Too, Have Different Accents And I Wanted Implement That In Here. If It Bothers You. Just Fix The Sentences In Your Own Head.

● Word Count: 1,064 ●

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It Was A Brutally, Cold Night In Der Eisendrache. Everyone, Except You, Were Huddled Around A Roaring Fire, In The Clocktower Courtyard, In Deadly Silence. There Was Nothing To Say For What Had Happened This Morning. Takeo Having Been Nearly Mauled To Death By A Horde Of Zombies Whilst Trying To Fill The Soul Jars For The Storm Bow. Nikolai Nearly Having Been Burnt To Death, Along Side Dempsey, At Rocket Launch.

💀

Hours Had Passed Without Your Presence, The Fire Was Still Roaring Boldly And Brightly. Takeo, Edward, And Tank Had Occupied Their Minds With Discussion Of Plans For Tomorrow. Nikolai Still Silent, Eventually Spoke Up After A Little While Of Deep Thought, "Where Is Y/N?"

Everyone Quickly Went Silent. Tank Spoke Out, "Haven't Seen Her Since She Said She Was Gonna Take A Shower, Nikolai. You Know How Long Women Take. Y'Know Fixin' Their Hair, Doing Their Make-Up." "Da, Da. Not All Women Are Like That. They're Different." Nikolai Quickly And Harshly Cut Tank Off.Tank Replied In A Gruff Tone, "And A Bitch To Get." Nikolai Was Glaring At Tank Now. Takeo Sighed Harshly, Before Butting In, "There Is No Need For Fighting." Edward Sucked His Teeth, Before Pushing His Answer Through The Argument, "I'll Go. She May Need. Assistance." Tank Chuckled Jokingly " "Personal Assistance"? Eh, Doc?." Edward Scoffed, "You Wish, Don't You, Dempshey?" Tank Just Sat There In Silence, Looking Down At His Hands. Edward Nodded And Left Without Another Word.

💀

(POV - Edward)

Edward Wandered Down The Halls Of The Castle. He Had Last Seen You in Samantha's Room, Toying With Her Small, Wooden Music Box. He Remembered You Always Cherished Songs Without Words, Recalling That You Always Said, "That A Song Without Words Has More Meaning Then With." It Had Been At Least A Month Ago Since You Had Accidently Got Sucked Into Their Time-Traveling Dimensions.

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Edward Approached Samantha's Room With Growing Worry And Fear That Something Was Wrong When He Had Approached The Original Open Archway That Was Now Blocked By Some Debris. He Had Rather Grown Attached To You After You Had Started Learning From Him And Listening To His Random Vents. He Felt As If They Meant The World To Him. It Warmed His Cold, Decaying Heart. Edward Titled His Head And Softly Called Your Name, "Y/N, It's Edward. It's Been Approximately 3/1/2 Hourahs Since Ve've Last Seen Jou. Zhe Group Has Gone Worried Und, I, Have Too. Vould You Come Out Soon, Y/N?" There Wasn't Any Response And It Further Made Edward Grow Anxious And Fearful. He Knew You Suffered From (Y/D) (Your Disorder), But Possibly Maybe More Then Just One. He Waited A Tad Bit Longer Before Starting To Tear Down The Debris.

💀

(POV - You)

You Had Been Secretly Listening To Edward While You Laid On Samantha's Bed, In Tears And Cuts. You No longer Understood The Point Of Living Or The Point Of Cutting. It All Started With A Voice, A Feeling, A Desire To Harm Yourself. One Cut You Made Your First Promise, But When Did One Cut Turn To Five? When Did Five Become Ten? When Did They Grow Deeper And Longer? You Were Deep In Thought Until You Heard Edward Removing The Blockade You Had Set Up. You Quickly Arose To Stop Him, But He Was Already Through. He Just Stood There, Observing All Of The Cuts That Covered Everywhere, Still Bleeding And Stinging. You Choked On Words As His Face Contoured To One Of Pain And Hurt. He Tried To Find Words, But He Just Couldn't Speak. Tears Stung As They Pricked From Your Eyes And Flooded Down The Same Paths Your Previous Tears Have Fallen. You Tried To Find The Words To Tell Him It Was Okay, That You Were Fine. But Why? You're Clearly Not. It Was Your Only Defensive To Hide Them.

💀

(POV - You)

You Eventually Managed To Choke Out, Unable To Look Him In The Eyes, Filled With Shame And Fear, "Richtofen..." Your Voice Was Breaking. "Richtofen, I'm.. I'm So Sorry... I.." Edward Instantly Rushed Towards You In An Alarming Rate, Quickly Disconnecting His Medical Bag From His Tool Belt. He Went To Grab Your Arms, But Stopped Himself. He Gently Took A Hold Of One Of Your Arms, Scanning Every Mark With His Dull Gunmetal Blue Eyes. He Blinked And The Split Second They Opened They Were Softened. He Looked Up To You, Slowly Cupping Your Cheek. You Stuttered And Looked Into His Soft, Blue Eyes, Tears Welled Up In Your Own, "Richtofen, How Can You Look At Me, Like That... Aren't You Mad At Me?" Edward Exhaled Softly, "Look At Zhe Person Beyond Zhe Scars. Scars Are Not Important. Zhe Person Zhat Did Zhem Iz Important."

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(POV - You)

"Richtofen..." You Sighed Softly Before Continuing, "I'm Not As Important As You Make Me Out To Be..." Edward Started To Dip A Cotton Ball Into Some Peroxide And Began To Gentle Rub It Against Your Fresh Scars, Cleaning Them. Edward Hushed You, "If You Veren't Important. I Wouldn't Be Here Right Now In Front Of You. Zhe Thing Is, I Care For You, Deeply. I Vill Do Everysing In My Powah To Make Everysing Better For You Und Zhe World. But... You Are Mein World. Mein Entire Universe." He Gently Started Working On Your Other Arm With A Fresh Cotton Ball. You Were Flabbergasted By The Current Show Of Affection. You Never Believed Edward Knew How To Display Emotions. Let Alone, Have Any To Show. You Stayed Quiet, Unsure Of How To Respond To Affection Either. You Were Stuck Unable To Tell From Affection, Or Some Cruel Joke Upon You.

💀

(POV - You)

Edward Finished Up Disinfecting Your Scars Before Gently Sitting Down On The Bed With You. He Began Placing Gentle Kisses Upon And Onto Your Scars. He Slowly Pulled Away After He Had Kissed The Last One. He Slowly Cupped Your Cheek, Looking You In Your Dull, (E/C) Eyes. He Slowly Closed His Own Eyes, Crashing His Cold, Soft Lips Into Your Own. You Were Taken By Surprised At This. Your Eyes Widened At First, Unsure Of How To Start This Out. But You Slowly Relaxed Your Muscles. Your Eyes Becoming Softer, Slowly Closing Your Eyes. You Began To Slowly Kiss Him Deeply And Passionately.

Fin~

[angelwheat]

The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Five , 3270 words

Wandering aimlessly seemed to be the only cure for boredom. Entering almost every building, traipsing down long corridors, going from room to room, yearning for something, no matter how minuscule, even if it were simply a picture on the wall, to pique her interest and deter her mind from the persistent stress she suffered. But she’s seen it all numerous times; nothing sparked anew.

Restless, she was. Nights lacking adequate hours of sleep soon turned entirely sleepless, not just for one, but sometimes days in a row as the apocalypse was daunting on her. Thoughts of dread and fear, like a plague attacking her ability to sleep, wondering if she’ll even see the coming day through to the end.

The boys had tired themselves out just the same, if not worse. Each of them had willingly taken it upon themselves to be resourceful and contribute to a better chance of survival by restoring barricades, albeit a little poorly, but the chances of being ambushed were lessened at least. Nikolai had salvaged some wood to build a small fire in the empty courtyard for extra warmth and heat up what food they had salvaged. Even Richtofen made a few spotty appearances, sometimes his arms full of supplies whenever he came by, with food or blankets for them to use for makeshift beds.

While the men had resided to lying low in a room tucked away from danger, surprisingly not demolished nor were the walls painted a mucky red from blood and dirt, (Y/n) felt a dire need to separate herself, hoping to allow her train of thought to run smoothly for once.

Finding herself miserable as she stared at the dullness of the room she stood centre of her glassy eyes roamed the walls, seeing posters and papers crooked and some barely hanging on. She squinted upon noticing the clock. 2:45 it reads.

Could it just be mere coincidence, but that would be the third time she had seen a clock stopped on the same time. Although with every clock she had come across, every so often the hands would twitch, ticking exactly 5 minutes ahead before returning to 2:45.

(Y/n) convinced herself that it was ridiculous to be pondering on the thought of a mere clock having stopped working, but even the giant one she noticed on the side of the central facility had done the very same. She wondered if the boys had noticed.

Finding her posture slumped slightly, she stands upright, feeling almost every nerve in her back twinge, virtually crying for a rest. She attempts the shake away the cloudiness in her mind, and heads towards the door, finding nothing more of interest in this room.

Shoving her hands into her coat pockets, (Y/n) steps into the corridor, moving herself along and passing rooms nearly at snail’s pace, headed for no destination. There’s nothing to catch her eye here, not even a window to overlook the lands. She had already passed through once; nothing was bound to have changed. Instead, she kept her head bowed, finding more interest in watching the way her feet dragged along the gritty floor.

It could be deemed as strange that not one of the boys had come to seek her out, despite how obviously watchful and attentive each of them was becoming towards her. (Y/n) recalled the way Dempsey, Nikolai, and even Takeo had offered to accompany her, but she politely refused.

At the same time, Richtofen was present, his attention only pouring into the book he was reading, or from what it appeared it be. His ears were tuned into everything around him, even the way he heard Dempsey rise from where he sat on the floor, his intentions set on accompanying the girl. Little did (Y/n) know that Richtofen’s eyes flicked up to peer over the top of the pages, staring blankly at the American, finding himself infuriated with his persistence.

She had not intended to take her leave so hastily, but her patience seemed to be wearing thin. If she could not be granted time alone to collect her thoughts she most definitely would drive herself insane.

Not realising just where she had carried herself to until the strong daze she was enveloped by had subsided, (Y/n) stopped under a doorway that opened to a balcony.

Icicles like daggers hung from the railing, like an imposing threat of the winter air beyond the walls of the buildings. Snowflakes continued to flutter by, however in no way could be seen as a beautiful scene when they littered on frozen bodies of zombies. A hazy glow graced the lands as the pale moonlight beamed through thin clouds passing by swiftly, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.

She leaned against the wall just before the doorway, arms crossed tightly across her body to try and retain some warmth, exhaling deeply seeing her breath catching in the air as a frosty mist before her eyes.

Ruminating again, she was. Thoughts of the past, the present, and even the future dawning on her; a persistent anchor weighing down her very soul. Everything seemed to be an unanswered question. She had even considered soliciting Richtofen to perhaps gain some peace of mind, but as smart as he presented himself to be, she was certain that even he wouldn’t have any legitimate answers.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself that it was purely the freezing air stinging her eyes as they glazed over with tears threatening to spill.

She imagined the now still, empty land once bustling with life. Or even in any corner of the world there were once people working jobs, raising families, carrying out a normal life oblivious to the devastation to befall once a global war was announced.

Blinking her watery eyes, she leaned her head against the wall, allowing her eyes to rest when she couldn’t bear how heavy they were.

The volume of her thoughts had her failing to recognise the man standing still at the end of the corridor, his gaze reflecting a sense of disquietude.

With no pure intention of stumbling across her location, Richtofen couldn’t help the way he loitered for a moment. He felt a pang of guilt strike a nerve for he could almost see the gloomy, downcast aura enveloping her. Beyond any control of his own, it was almost like he was being guided by an unseeable force in her direction.

Wary as to not startle the girl, Richtofen added subtly heavier emphasis to his footsteps, earning her attention as he neared.

Richtofen seemed apprehensive while he tried to read beyond her blank expression, remaining completely silent when she eyed him up and down. Although unbothered by his presence, (Y/n) made no indication to speak when her attention returned to the outside world.

Clearing his throat quietly, the German spoke up. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

She heard the concern lacing his words and dared not meet his gaze, fearing that he’ll notice the twinkle of tears lingering in her eyes.

“I’m okay.” She assured softly. “Just thinking.”

The German observed her drowsy state. She was barely supporting herself, instead relying on keeping on her feet with the help of the wall her body leaned against. Unable to find the will to leave her be, Richtofen shoved his cold hands into his pockets and inched closer.

“Would you like some company?” He gently offered, albeit apprehensively.

Richtofen’s unexpected offer caught the girl off guard, for she eyed him sceptically. Never had he shown, let alone asked off his own back, any want stay in the company of another.

“Sure.” She replied.

Taking place on the opposite side of the doorframe, allowing some distance between them, Richtofen subconsciously mimicked the way she leaned against the wall with her side, examining the outside area she gazed longingly towards.

“How’re the others?” (Y/n) broke the silence, never reeling her eyes away from the clouds.

Richtofen hoped she couldn’t sense the way he continuously glanced at her.

“They seem… fine.” He answered, somewhat unsure of his own observation of the three in question.

“They’re getting along without arguing at least?” She added, her tone of voice flat.

Immediately the German tilted his head in confusion, squinting his eyes in her direction. (Y/n) turned her attention to him when he never responded.

She huffed loudly, body slumping slightly. “It’s all they do. You haven’t been around much to hear it all.”

The only instance of bickering Richtofen had been a witness to be the moment before the girl had decided to separate herself from the group for a while. Although, that dispute, on the boys’ behalf, seemed petty from his point of view. He was beginning to feel a little nosey, but part of him just desperately needed to know what sparked them to be so differential, almost for her sake. Just in case there was something he needed to settle to take some stress from her shoulders.

“About what, may I ask?” He asked softly, not wanting to seem as intrusive.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) bowed her head, eyes falling shut.

“Everything.” She told shortly, lazily wiping a hand over her face.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Richtofen nodded in acknowledgment, despite it going unnoticed. She kept her head down, almost like the feeling of tiredness was pulling her to the floor.

However, awkwardness hung heavy over the German. Ever since the crew came to be, there had only been rare instances when Richtofen had been alone with (Y/n), but those were times of hostility and sheer threat, on her side. The girl had not shown any signs of trust, nor has she let her guard down enough to merely take her eyes off him for a split second.

That was up until now.

Richtofen believed he was staring at someone new. With their guard let down, and entirely drained of life above all…

Peering to the man standing a foot from her, (Y/n) caught a glimpse of the worried glint in his eye, and the way his brows levelled. The odd sight stuck a nerve in her. Usually he was so stern, perhaps even bitter, in his expression.

Once again, she wiped a hand over her face, as if trying to clear the exhaustion visible on her features.

“What are we doing here, Richtofen?” Words lazily tumbled from her lips, barely able to put effort into speaking.

Richtofen swallowed hard, clearing his throat before words began rolling off his tongue with ease. Rightfully, he knew that she was owed a clear explanation, after the sheer anguish and torment they’re suffering daily. She was deserving of some peace of mind, above all. He couldn’t stand to see her fighting tooth and nail, practically throwing herself towards death, and being clueless of what the purpose of their mission is.

The German had her attentive stare locked on him all the while he spoke, never uttering a word to allow herself to absorb every detail. In the back of his mind, Richtofen sought his clarification to be ridiculous, there were small moments that stared at him like he was a madman. Nothing of which would ever be believed to the ordinary person. But in this case, after the grief, torment, and superficial encounters she had been a witness to, (Y/n) believed every word.

Finishing his long-winded explanation with an exasperated huff, Richtofen gave her an awkward smile.

“I don’t expect you to believe any of it.” He said, looking at his feet.

(Y/n) turned to him with all sincerity and spoke, “With everything I’ve witnessed, I believe you, Richtofen.”

A little smile curled the corners of his lips when he looked her way meekly, making her heart flutter.

“Have you explained everything to the others?” She quizzed.

Instantly, Richtofen was overwhelmed by anxiety, his had reaching to the nape of his neck.

“Well, I feel they might have a more… conflicting opinion on the matter.” He confessed.

(Y/n) took a moment to ponder and surmised that his guess was most likely to be correct. Dempsey had struck her as the type that was willing to argue and make a flamboyant dispute about the latter. While Nikolai and Takeo simply not in favour of a word he had to say about their mission.

She let a hand perch on her hip. “Perhaps I can tell them somehow. Maybe they’ll believe me.”

Richtofen hated to know that her voice would at least be heard of reasonably, but he could understand the simple reason that she speaks less with an authoritative manner, but instead humble in her softer tone. He knows that he has a will to prove himself as above them with his intelligence.

“You may be right.” He answered. “But I can’t expect that of you.”

“But you can’t leave them in the dark forever.” She quickly but into reason. “Days are passing by, and they don’t know what their purpose is here.”

Richtofen run a hand through his hair, like he always did when he began to feel dread washing over him. “In time, I promise.”

The girl studied him, sensing him becoming restless.

“I just need to figure out a way of telling them…” He drew in a deep breath, thinking for a moment before he continued. “Without them thinking I’ve completely lost my mind.”

The girl was swift to counter his words. “They already think you’ve lost your mind.”

She quickly earned herself a scoff and a look of annoyance from the German when he shook his head. Although his expression quickly turned bitter when an icy gust of wind whisked through, his teeth threatening to chatter as tried to contain the way he shivered.

Seeming like she was immune from the freezing cold, Richtofen watched as (Y/n) moved further out under the doorway, the moonlight striking her features with a milky glow and the glint to her eyes twinkling like that of the stars above, utterly captivated by the way snowflakes collected delicately atop her shoulders and in her hair.

She spoke. “Do you remember this place before the apocalypse?”

Snapping himself from his daze with a small jolt, his heart pounding as he was caught off guard.

“I have a vague memory of this place.” Richtofen answered shortly.

The girl kept her focus on her surroundings as she hummed in acknowledgment. That was until she peered over her shoulder at Richtofen, brows raised and arched acutely, eyes rounded and staring at him in wonder. Richtofen believed his heart stopped for a minute.

“What was it like?” She asked softly.

At that moment in time, Richtofen seemed to have lost all ability to speak, taken aback by her question, and the sincerity in her voice above all. His gaze followed her own when it landed on the dead space of the courtyard.

“It was busy.” Richtofen simply responded. “Although I did not visit often.”

“You weren’t stationed here? But I thought you were a scientist.” She quizzed.

Around the site, (Y/n) had stumbled across multiple rooms filled to the brim with scientific equipment; test tubes, odd looking tools, papers with hastily scribbled words of (presumably) chemicals on them. It was no ordinary construction facility, despite the couple of odd ones dotted around. It could easily be presumed the place was for research purposes only.

“I am a scientist.” Richtofen stated. “But the German army have numerous research sites.”

She nodded. “I see.”

An exasperated huff fell from her lips, pulling herself in from the cold, but suddenly her knees buckled, exhaustion finally overpowering and making her topple, her arms flying out to catch herself against the wall, as well as Richtofen’s when he swiftly braced himself to catch her.

The German inched closer, riddled with concern.

“When was the last time you gave yourself a rest?”

She slumped, shaking her head. “I don’t know. It’s been a day or so, I think.”

Attempting to stand upright, feigning a composed manner, she gave Richtofen an assuring look. However, he could see through her bloodshot eyes, easily reading that she was bound to fall asleep where she poorly stood.

“But I’m fine.” She countered, waving a hand.

“My dear, you’re barely standing.” Richtofen told truthfully.

He stayed close, fearing that her ankles would give way and she would crumble to the floor. It truly pained him to see the girl so fatigued. And given that his focus was solely on her well-being, Richtofen had completely dismissed the endearing name that slipped past his lips until (Y/n) met his eyes with a faint look of surprise adorning her face.

Richtofen gulped nervously upon realising, averting his eyes as he wiped his palms awkwardly on his waistcoat. But she smiled warmly, subtly easing the tension.

“You know I’m surprised you’re out here.” She spoke. “It’s freezing.”

Despite his thin attire, the German had numbed to the freezing temperatures long ago, for the heat rising within him due to his nerves was enough to keep him warm.

Richtofen answered. “You get used to it.”

“I guess.” She shrugged.

Her inability to keep her eyes open did not go unnoticed, for she often rubbed them to somewhat rid herself of tiredness.

“We should be heading back.” The German declared. “I’m sure the others are wondering where you are.”

(Y/n) thought about the trio Richtofen spoke of, secretly pleading they had taken advantage of the opportunity to rest, but sensing deep down they were probably wide awake, stewing on idea of where she had gone. They all seemed to fret more over her recently, and she wondered why, but only surmised that they were merely cautious of her safety. Much like she thought of them.

“You’re right.” (Y/n) agreed, pushing herself away from the wall.

Weakly standing beside Richtofen, she took a step forward, feeling her ankles almost roll inwards causing her to stumble. Fortunately, the German had caught her hand in his to steady her. She knew at this rate that her weary state would have her headed in the wrong direction.

Feeling the warmth fade from her hand in his, Richtofen instead let his hand float a small distance from the small of her back, his other subtly outstretched to guide her.

“Come now.” He prompted, moving forward as she followed suit. “We can’t have you like this.”

Traipsing lightly alongside him, (Y/n) felt unsteadiness overpower her ability to walk straight. She side-eyed Richtofen, seeing his focus directed down the corridor they trekked through, and cautiously linked her arm around his to aid herself. She felt the faint way he jolted at the unexpected contact.

Richtofen almost brought himself to a halt if only he hadn’t met her bleary, bloodshot eyes pleading for rest. His heart skipped a beat, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Sorry.” She laughed awkwardly. “But I’ll crash here otherwise.”

His opposite hand reached over, instinctively landing atop her own that clutched his arm gently.

“It’s alright.” He assured.

She inched closer, sensing the warmth radiating off him. “Thanks, Richtofen.”

(Y/n) hadn’t seen the way his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed up and down when he gulped axiously.

“You can call me Edward.” He said, nervously adding, “If you like.”

She hummed, smiling softly when she glanced at him, her eyes drooped from excessive fatigue.

Rounding a corner, they saw their route leading them outside. The sight of the wisping snowfall sent a chill crawling up her spine, making her shiver violently.

“Hey, Edward,” She started, her voice almost tremulous. “If we’re teleporting someplace else after this, please let it be somewhere warm.”

In response he gingerly squeezed her hand as reassurance.

Edward… Oh how that made his heart flutter.

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The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Four , 4621 words

Wobbly legs failed to support her as she nearly toppled over onto icy ground from the sheer unsteadiness of being exported from reality for a brief second and zapped into a land unfamiliar. Evidently, the experience struck the four men just the same, for each of them stumbled, struggling to recompose themselves as their heads were virtually spinning.

Hunching over where she stood, the girl pressed her hands to her hips, fighting to keep the bile down that she could feel bubbling up inside. Allowing the motion sickness to subside, she stayed put for a moment, listening to the men huff and grumble in displeasure.

After a short while she straightened her posture, smoothing down her hair that had blown askew at such a surprisingly harsh motion of blending through the linear fabrics of the universe.

Observing the foursome spaced out around her, (Y/n) noticed that the German appeared the most well composed out of them all, somewhat strangely unbothered by the experience of being teleported. Perhaps he was fortunate enough not to feel the sickening effects so strongly… or maybe he’s used to it.

The fact that he looked so unaffected but merely swayed for a second was enough to taunt the boys who almost landed with their faces in heaps of snow.

Dempsey staggered to composure, spitting his words at the German. “What the fuck was that Doc?”

Richtofen bit his tongue, infuriated with the American’s persistent use of his abbreviated title.

“Time travel.” He answered bluntly, looking down to smooth his attire.

“Yeah, no shit.” Dempsey coughed into his arm.

Nikolai had readied his shotgun the very second his eyes could focus steadily on his surroundings.

Immediately, the location struck as new, and eerie without a doubt, for there were tall, fully constructed buildings surrounding them, unlike the crumpled monuments seen prior to their hasty departure from Northern France.

These buildings towered high, some ranging from two, to perhaps three or four floors. The location appeared to be a group of factories; guess-ably of use for constructive purpose for the German army, for the writings on metal signs were stamped with painfully long words in Deutsch, that only Richtofen could make sense of.

Now they stand in the centre of the grounds, in a courtyard. A wide elevated steel platform stands a small distance away, with stairs leading up to a large machine, somewhat resembling the teleporter they had just been thrown into. Connected to the contraption were three chunky electrical cables, adorned with thick icicles along their length, which separated and lead to three mainframe facilities equal distance from each other. What they were connected to was as good as anyone’s guess.

Questions began to rattle around their heads as they observed their surroundings.

“Where are we German?” The Russian growled.

If Nikolai were to lock eyes with the Doctor, his deadly glare would kill him. But instead, Takeo eyed the German suspiciously, waiting for his predictable short-handed answer.

“We have arrived at a research facility.” Richtofen answered, as simply as predicted. “On the outskirts of Eastern Germany.”

The girl side-eyed him in disdain. His will to speak simply, almost like he was dimming down his intelligence to match that of the rest of the crew, or his frequent use of compulsive riddles and metaphors was already driving her mad, and she had only known him for a month or so.

Although now that time travel was brought into the equation, she could have very well known Richtofen for an eternity after discovering that shifting timelines and potentially re-writing history was entirely possible.

“What are we doing here, Richtofen?” She asked flatly.

All eyes landed on her when she spoke but flicked to the German when he shifted on his feet.

“I- We need to collect something.” Richtofen stammered, his eyes widening slightly.

The small slip up of his words raised wariness instantly, especially in Nikolai and Takeo for they narrowed their gazes at him in sync.

It fell eerily silent as all four pairs of eyes stared down the German, intimidating him as they all awaited a follow up speech explaining just what he needs to “collect”.

When he had no indication of opening his mouth to speak, Richtofen took a step forward, only to be brought to a halt when the barrel of Nikolai’s shotgun came mere inches from his chest before he could even blink.

“Explain why you have brought us here, German. You’ve been feeding us nothing but riddles!” Nikolai’s accent thickened, lacing his words with a menacing tone in his burst of rage.

Dempsey, Takeo and (Y/n) stepped up alongside the Russian, but none wanted to console the brute, instead believing he was right in resorting to a more threatening manner of interrogation. Richtofen raised his hands up in feeble surrender, his chest heaving as he stared down the thick barrel of the gun aimed at him.

“I can explain in time.” Richtofen answered hastily. “That I promise.”

Nikolai shook his head, his jaw setting in a sharp line. “I’ve heard that one to many times already. I do not believe you have any good intentions.”

The Russian adjusted his stance, planting his feet firmly on the ground, his gloved finger grazing the trigger on his gun, prepared to put a bullet in his chest without a second thought.

(Y/n) could have sworn she saw a plead for mercy in Richtofen’s usually dull eyes, hoping he can be granted some leeway, and a chance to move without the men of the group virtually always breathing down his neck, for he stared between her and the weapon threatening him rather quickly.

Perhaps not this time.

While (Y/n) had been lenient in the beginning, simply following him blindly as a means of keeping everyone alive, however, it now seems that she’s growing just as impatient as the boys. Richtofen had certainly foreseen this.

“Alright, easy now.” The girl intervened with a firm voice, her hand reaching to lower the shotgun Nikolai held. “We know that killing each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

Visibly infuriated, and practically steaming from the ears with boiling rage, Nikolai huffed loudly and retracted from the group, allowing Richtofen to lower his hands and exhale a long breath.

The girl dismissed the way the Doctor stared at her for a second, and instead focused on Nikolai in concern, albeit even wary of his next move.

His broad shoulders noticeably rose and fell with every heaving breath he took as he simmered down the fiery rage within him.

She could understand his dramatic actions for the world was flipped upside before their very eyes in a matter of seconds, and at this very moment in time, any action, no matter how drastic, could be deemed as justified.

Just when everything seemed tranquil, the sound of glass shattering made all unleash their firearms.

Staggered footsteps across icy ground emitted a small distance away, gradually growing closer. A stumbling decomposing corpse hauled itself through a beaten down wooden barrier. Yet another fallen soldier to have become a victim to the brain-rotting infection. But it seemed lost. Although it appeared to have retained some memory of marching; as the man would have done alongside his platoon before the outbreak.

Though given the unpredictability of the zombie, all but one keeps their weapons aimed steadily.

From what the girl could tell from discreet glances, Richtofen appeared to be studying the creature, or perhaps he was awaiting its next violent move. She had learned that he was not an easy man to read, at least not through his expressions, for he typically appeared emotionless.

She missed the way the Doctor rolled his eyes and swiftly breezed past the crew with his arm raised and pistol loaded to gun the zombie down with a single bullet its head.

With a heft thud, the lifeless creature dropped to the floor, the heap of snow its head landed in now absorbing the blood pouring from the gaping hole in its skull.

Richtofen holstered his pistol, turning to face the group looking utterly unimpressed when he was met with four scorned faces.

“I would simply suggest killing them when you see them.” He instructed blankly. “Research shows that they do in fact sense presence sooner or later.”

Silence enveloped once again, and (Y/n) felt herself shivering as the wind whisked through much stronger than before, creating an eerie whistle as it crawled through crevices in buildings. Her intolerance to the cold failed to go unnoticed as Richtofen witnessed her body quiver, and she pulled her coat snugly to her body.

“We must not waste time. There is much to be done.” Edward asserted, wanting nothing more than to hasten his own mission.

As much as the Doctor tried to ignore the thought, he wished to get the girl somewhere warmer, or at least direct her there if he could not escort her himself. He would not dare to admit that part of him felt a fondness for her, especially for her will to seek justice between the crew.

“Might I also suggest we search for supplies.” Richtofen added. “I’m sure we’ll be needing them.”

As if his queue to leave, Richtofen spun on his heel and made his way towards the central facility.

Dempsey made a hasty move to follow the German, but a light touch of a hand pressing to his arm had pulled him to an abrupt stop. He turned, only to be met with a look of annoyance from the girl.

He immediately opened his mouth to argue before she raised her hand to halt his words.

“I think we should leave him be.” She spoke generally.

The American stared at her in disbelief. “You’re gonna let him run off?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s not gonna run off.”

Dempsey’s hands flew out beside him in confusion and frustration. “Then what- “

Cutting him off swiftly, she declared, “If he doesn’t separate from us for a while, I think he’ll get killed.”

(Y/n) discreetly motioned to Nikolai with her eyes, who had his back turned at the time, prompting Dempsey to scoff and shake his head in annoyance, knowing very well that she was correct.

As flakes of snow fluttered down into her eye view, she peered upwards, sensing an impending snowstorm brewing above. Takeo had followed her gaze skyward, thinking just the same as clouds tumbled in thicker, hiding away the stars that barely glimmered in the evening sky.

“I’m gonna go look for supplies.” She told, wanting nothing more than to find somewhere warmer to roam.

Like her feet carried her away automatically, (Y/n) turned her back and began traipsing carefully over the snow towards a building. The doors to the main entrance virtually inviting her in as they were wide open.

Barely two seconds had passed before Dempsey’s cocky accent caught up to her.

“Woah woah, you’re not going alone missy.”

She could hear the way he spoke with a smirk on his face, and faced him immediately, quipping. “What? You don’t think I can handle myself?”

Tank’s eyes widened subtly upon sensing the stares from Takeo and Nikolai. (Y/n) couldn’t help the way she bit her lip in amusement as the American visibly regret his choice of words and fumbled to find a believable excuse.

But little did she know that Nikolai had turned away slightly to hide the way he smirked to himself, not wanting to have Dempsey bark at him in retaliation to finding his visible embarrassment amusing, but also, secretly, because of the way she held herself in that very moment. With her hand on her hip, almost proudly, as the corner of her lips curled up smugly. It made his heart skip a beat.

“What- No!” Tank breathed a faint awkward laugh, averting his eyes. “I just think we should stick together.”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Very well then, we’ll go in pairs. We can cover the grounds quicker.”

The three men perked up instantly, eyeing her attentively.

“Feel free to join me, but I’ve gotta get somewhere warm before I freeze to death.” She resumed walking away, this time much quicker as the cold air was nipping at her through her coat.

The trio exchanged blank glances, silently questioning whether to follow her footsteps. Yet not one of them dared to move, even though the girl had already entered the building.

That was until Nikolai wasted no time in taking a step forward, his boots imprinting the settled snow as he swiftly headed in the same direction as (Y/n).

In his wake, Nikolai left two men frustrated, with Dempsey visibly turning his nose up at the fact that the Russian had beat him to the same idea.

“That settles it then.” Dempsey grumbled, trudging past Takeo displeased. “Let’s just search this damn place.”

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Hefty footsteps emitted behind her in a hasty manner, although not like the jagged pattern of a zombie. Despite how quick the person was walking; their steps had a steady pattern. She glanced over her shoulder, brows raised, only to be struck with surprise upon seeing the Russian following her path. She smiled politely when he reached her side, to which she earned the same in return.

“I was half expecting to see Dempsey behind me.” She admitted.

Nikolai couldn’t help the lie that slipped from his tongue. “He had agreed to pair with Takeo.”

(Y/n) nodded, oblivious to the fact that Nikolai was merely eager to join her.

Standing side-by-side, together they surveyed the room. From its spacey layout, and the huge vents surrounding a furnace central of a partially walled off section, it could be guessed that it was none other than a storage room, or perhaps a place that materials were discarded and burned for ashes littered the feet of the caged firepit. She couldn’t refrain from spluttering and covering her nose at the putrid smell that wafted from the furnace, one would assume the previous occupants were incinerating bodies what with such a foul smell.

A few crates and barrels lie on their sides, some of their contents spewed out and trampled across the floor, most of which were papers, scrapped rusty components, and bullet shells. Upon closer inspection, (Y/n) surmised that the bullets were splayed recently for not a drop of dirt covered one, and Nikolai had noticed this too.

“There was bloodshed here recently.” Nikolai thought aloud, moving forward a few steps.

(Y/n) hummed. “But the question is, where these people killing each other, or zombies?”

The thought of an army, once forged together by loyalty and discipline, turning on each other utterly driven to madness as the world collapsed, and people turned to flesh-eating murderers before their very eyes.

“I dread to think of it.” Nikolai responded, watching the girl as she crouched to view a crumpled sheet of paper.

Steel catwalks above their heads creaked and popped as the wind breezed through holes in the doors and walls, nudging its every obstacle with vengeance what with the force it was brewing up. Parts of the structure had already fallen from its rightful place, lying in piles of debris in random areas, the building being entirely torn apart by the harsh weather alone.

“We best not stay here too long.” Nikolai told. “My guess is that this place will be nothing but rubble before we know it.”

A fairy-light clink hit their ears, and as if ironically on queue a bolt from an overhead beam hit the floor, bouncing astray into a pile of ash. The pair locked eyes warily at the timing.

“Let’s see if there’s anything useful and get out of here.” (Y/n) urged.

Nikolai nodded and began his own deconstructive way of searching.

Little time had passed, and they had each found a great supply of fresh ammunition to be shared amongst the crew. Not being able to carry such a heavy amount of munitions between them means they resorted to shifting the supply crates to an area more safely accessible, for the crew to return to instead.

While (Y/n) had her hands elbow deep in a crate, she pondered on the earlier encounter with a raging Nikolai in the courtyard. His seething expression and merciless intentions to kill Richtofen remained permanently in her mind.

Knowing that she doesn’t fear the Russian in the slightest, for he has shown nothing but loyalty and kindness to her throughout the few weeks of knowing him, more so than he has shown anyone else, (Y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if Nikolai would have followed through with his drastic intentions if she had not intervened.

She looked his way, catching the way he swiftly averted his eyes to the crate he stood searching, taking herself aback when she felt her heart skip a beat.

Pushing away the thought of the mere instance, she called out to him. “Nikolai?”

The gentle way his name sounded when it fell from her lips made his rounded eyes met hers, prompting her to speak but the words were lodged in her throat as his eyes captivated and shimmered in the dim light the furnace glowed.

“You know I don’t blame you for nearly killing Richtofen earlier.” She declared with all sincerity.

However, the Russian scowled instantly.

(Y/n) watched as Nikolai drew in a deep breath, pressing his palms to the edge of the wooden crate.

“Richtofen is beginning to test my patience. What with all his riddles…” He told in his gruff voice.

“Tell me about it.” She muttered, fiddling with a bullet she had picked up.

“But I fear we are descending into madness by following his orders.” He admitted. “And I’m finding it nearly impossible to have any ounce of faith in his intentions.”

Something about the way Nikolai held himself in that moment struck her strange. He began to softly drum on the crate, his lips pressing into a line when he turned his attention back to the equipment before him. It seemed like there were words on the tip of his tongue, yet he could not allow them to fall past his lips.

(Y/n) chewed the inside of her cheek, staring blankly at the bullet she held, ruminating on his words.

“Do you believe that Richtofen has good intentions?” Nikolai blurted out.

The girl instantly locked eyes with him, noticing how serious he looked with such a hard-faced expression. His question made her ponder for a minute.

“I can’t say.” She answered truthfully. “He’s acting suspicious, that’s for sure. And God knows what he’s up to right now.”

Nikolai only nodded, acknowledging her.

“But let’s just get on with what we need to do. I’m already tired of stressing about his next move.”

Something sent a pang of guilt through the Russian. If the girl had not turned her eyes away, she would have seen the pitiful look on his face.

(Y/n) huffed and tossed small components back into the crate, walking briskly past Nikolai, and over to a smaller one yet to be searched on the opposite side of the room.

Another clink of a falling screw went unheard of as her footsteps overpowered the faint tap of metal hitting the ground. That was until the piercing sound of steel screeching, peeling away from the lengthy catwalk above their heads, a support beam overhead came barrelling down at an alarming speed driving terror straight through her as she froze beneath the collapsing structure.

She opened her mouth to scream, but she was voiceless.

Two hands gripped her sides firmly and dragged her out from under the beam’s line of fall, to which the enormous steel bar slammed to the floor with a deafening clang, rattling and shaking every inch of the building upon impact.

Riddled with sheer terror, the girl could not control the way she collapsed into the body of someone.

Nikolai almost toppled at the quick pace he moved, his back connecting harshly with the wall and audibly knocking the air from his lungs, his arms remaining locked around the girl in his arms.

Subconsciously, (Y/n) had pressed her palms to his chest to break her fall, and while still unable to comprehend such a flash of events, her mouth hung agape as she panted heavily. She could barely register a thing, feeling a dizzy sensation as she stared at Nikolai, her face full of fright at the thought of being crushed.

The Russian was worried that she could feel the way his heart was beating like a banging drum at such sudden closeness, but when her eyes dropped to see her hands planted firmly just below his shoulders, she came to her senses and almost jumped back out of embarrassment.

“O-oh my god, I’m sorry!” (Y/n) began to fret, adrenaline still rushing through her, causing such jittery movements.

She snapped around to observe the wreckage of the catwalk, that was once situated above their heads, now in a heap of itself, entirely blocking an exit route from the building.

“Are you alright?” Nikolai’s deepened voice called to her in pure concern.

When (Y/n) turned, she saw his face contoured with stress, and a hand readied to place on her shoulder, however, stopping himself when she nodded with a heavy sigh. She planted her hands on her hips, letting her head bow and eyes fall shut as she calmed herself.

“Thank you, Nikolai.” She breathed, wiping a hand over her face. “I owe you one.”

However, his face was flushed red as the thought of being so close together remained permanently etched into his mind. Unbeknownst to Nikolai, (Y/n) wouldn’t dare lock eyes with him, feeling the same embarrassment and awkwardness of being pressed so tightly to someone she hardly knew.

Neither of them could bring themselves to move as awkwardness was eating them up inside.

As if relieving them of the tense situation, Dempsey, tailed closely by Takeo, barged through the doorway atop the stairwell nearby, out of breath and clutching rifles tightly.

“We’ve got company.” Dempsey informed loudly, his voice gruff and stern. “Get your asses out here.”

Apparently, the crashing noise was enough to alert the stray undead swarms nearby, for they were filtering in through any access point possible, with some of them even tearing of their own decaying limbs as they came through or impaling themselves on broken barricades.

Equipping their weapons swiftly, (Y/n) bolted for the stairs that lead to a vantage point, with Nikolai tailing behind. She breezed past Dempsey, and took position beside Takeo, who had found excellent position that allowed for quick and easy shots to the heads of zombies.

With the team regrouped the hordes were cleared strangely fast. Typically, swarms came in frequent waves, virtually endless, but this time the air stilled. Not a groan or cry was heard from a zombie around. Even some of the boys moved to peer through open barriers, surveying the area, but they soon reeled themselves back to the group with their brows knit in confusion.

“Strange.” Takeo spoke aloud in his husky voice. “The land is silent.”

(Y/n) acknowledged Takeo and hummed in agreement, both vigilantly looking over their shoulders for approaching danger.

“So, did you guys find anything?” She asked, filtering her attention between the other pair.

Tank shrugged, looking a bit defeated. “A little. Couple cans of food, but that’s about it. This place is deserted if you ask me. We ain’t gonna find much.”

(Y/n) sighed in disappointment, the idea of a delicious homecooked meal seemed so far out of reach. She’s certain the men craved something more than just a measly can of beans, and even then, it’s typically shared amongst the five of them, barely subsidising the painful hunger.

Clicking of a gun being reloaded sounded. It was Dempsey loading his sidearm. While keeping his focus on what he occupied himself with, he spoke.

“What about you? Find anything?”

A response was on the tip of her tongue, but her own mind caught her off guard, teasing the image of her body pressed against Nikolai’s, and the way his gorgeous blue eyes stared deeply into her own. Vividly recalling the way his large, gloved hands rested softly on her sides, supporting her knees that dared to buckle under the weight of embarrassment. She felt her hands begin to clammer up at the intrusive thought, wiping them subconsciously on her coat.

When (Y/n) never responded, Dempsey’s little task in his hands halted as he peered through his eyebrows at her.

“We found stashes of ammunition, but not much else.” Nikolai had interjected.

Mentally, the girl thanked him for taking the words she failed to speak, however, feeling more awkward when she saw Dempsey eyeing her suspiciously.

Starling her, Takeo breezed past silently, moving to a cracked glass window that overlooked the storage room. Apparently something had caught his attention from afar. He observed the sight of the wreckage of the fallen catwalk; it certainly stuck out compared to the feeble clutter in the room.

(Y/n) couldn’t help the way her feet carried her towards him.

Sensing that she was standing a small distance from him, Takeo spoke.

“We heard a crash on the opposite side of the facility. Was it this?”

Takeo sounded so genuine, strangely. His speech was typically blunt and didn’t have much change in low tones.

“It was the catwalk that collapsed. The place is falling apart at the seams.” She answered briefly.

Takeo nodded in acknowledgment. He had suspicions that the rumbling noise of steel landing with such a mighty force had alerted the chaotic number of undead creatures.

(Y/n) stared blankly at the structure below, somewhat in a daze when she confessed. “I was standing underneath it when it fell.”

Dempsey and Takeo pivoted to face the girl simultaneously, their shoulders visibly tensed and eyes almost bulging.

Snapping back to her senses, she forced a smile as she quickly reassured, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Both relaxed in sync, breathing relieved sighs.

“But I have to say that I’d be dead right now if it weren’t for Nikolai pulling me out of there.” She told, looking at the Russian sincerely. “I really owe him one.”

In that moment she hoped that the frosty air nipping at her skin had already tinted her cheeks a rosy hue, for she could feel a burning fluster rising from her chest. A smile threatened to tug at Nikolai’s lips as he glanced her way.

No one had seen Dempsey’s eyes practically burning fire as he snapped a dirty look towards Nikolai.

“Alright, enough with the sappy ‘who saved who’s life’ shit now.” Dempsey blurted out bitterly. “We’ve got shit to do.”

Thudding footsteps followed as Dempsey stormed off out of the building with his assault rifle under a mighty grip and chest puffed in hot rage. Takeo looked to (Y/n) who stood tall by Nikolai, only to be scrutinising the Russian with his intensive eyes before stalking out with a huff.

The girl knit her brows in confusion.

It could be said that Dempsey was known for his ability to lose his temper quickly, and few times she had seen his anger get the better of him, but Takeo’s strange reaction struck her differently. She had never seen him give anyone, but Richtofen, such a fierce glare.

“What was that about?” (Y/n) asked, sounding somewhat bewildered.

Nikolai swallowed hard, struggling to muster a response when she looked at him with beady eyes, hoping for an answer.

Unfortunately, the Russian knew all to well just what sparked Dempsey and Takeo to be so infuriated, with him only.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say they seemed jealous.” She spoke aloud.

 Oh, but how jealous they were, and that’s only the beginning of it.

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Doctor's Orders

[Primis! Edward Richtofen x amab! Reader Smut]

⚠️Warnings⚠️

[Amab reader]

[Male nickname used]

[Censored swearing]

[Mentions of blood]

[Multiple org*sms]

[Blowj*b]

[Handj*b]

[Thigh h*mp*ng]

[Borderline s*x**l torture]

[HEAVY GAY SMUT 18+ ONLY]

"Nein! We can not risk you coming along right now, mein Herz." The German doctor of the group argued against you.

He stared down tenderly at you, he was much taller than you. Yet, you held your ground, staring up at him and did not back down.

"I can still help, it's a swollen wrist." You retorted, getting closer to the doctor.

"Technically. It's dislocated." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder, "and you shouldn't be shooting with it, it could cause more injury."

"Ed, I'm not just gonna sit here while you four-"

"(Y/n), bitte, just listen to me, you only need stay here und rest. Doctor's orders." The joke was funny, but Edward only frowned.

You and Edward had been "not dating" for... well, time was weird... you started somewhere in 1940's Germany. Except you weren't even born until early 1990's, but to you it had seemed like eons.

The relationship the two of you share, is typically very strictly sexual, although, you always craved more. You are more than happy to be what Edward needs in the present, to you he is a gift, a breath of fresh air from all the other men and women you've been with.

You sighed, heavily, "Fine, Edward. Whatever."

"Do not be like that, it is for your own good." Edward said, slinking a hand to your jawline, "und when I am back, I'll have something to make it worth your wait."

Heat, from the blood rushing to your face, made you have a terrible red hue cover your cheeks. Your lips turned slightly up at the ends, "OK, doc, whatever you say."

"That's my boy." He said, leaning down to kiss your lips, smiling into the embrace before-

"YO! Doc, you coming or what?" Dempsey, an American marine, called out from the next room over.

Edward groaned as he pulled away, all ready annoyed with the American, "Dempsey may not make it back."

Laughter erupted out of your mouth, "I wouldn't mind that either. Be safe."

"Jawohl." Taking his leave, Edward walked through the doors.

Almost immediately after, loneliness set it's cruel hooks into your mind. You had so very little alone time, with the other four men, you weren't sure how you could spend the next few hours.

You laid down on small bed you had claimed, the springs were worn, some broken, and the mattress was busted open, with the stuffing leaking out in certain places.

A bed, however, was a luxury in your line of work. You tried to rest, closing your eyes waiting for sleep's warm, welcoming embrace.

It never came.

After what felt like hours you sat up, pacing around. You felt useless, your team was out there, trying to turn the power on, slaughtering countless flesh addicts and you were what?

Supposed to rest?

You let out a loud groan, covering your face with your hands, "Richtofen is just trying to make me useless."

You finally sat down on the concrete floor, wishing for anything to do. Your thoughts wondered what the team was doing, how they were getting along with out you.

Images of Edward stabbing his way through hordes of zombies, him covered in blood. Before, the whole time travel thing, you never cared for things of gorey nature, although, Edward gets a certain way when blood is present.

The memories alone were enough to light a needy fire in your core. You continued daydreaming, before you could realize to stop yourself, your pants were tight. Fighting against your growing er*ct*on, "F**k!"

You Palmed the zipper of your trousers, moaning slightly at the contact. An idea popping into your mind, "I know how I'll spend my afternoon alone."

You stood back up, almost diving onto the busted bed, hastly unbuttoning your trousers and slipping them off. You slipped your hand under your waistband of your underpants, teasing yourself, you carefully rubbed the head of your c*ck.

Your hips jolted forward at the action, a string of swears left your mouth. Knocking into your sore wrist, "Ah f**k!" You cried out, the pain making you retract your hand.

You slipped out of the loose fabric, pumping yourself in your hand, carefully, allowing enough time in between to tease the tip.

The bed beneath you began squeaking as you rythmically moved your hand. The fire in your core was so dull compared to the aching in your wrist, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your hips moving on their own as well, your other hand messaging your sack. The popping of your sore wrist made the pain almost double each time. It wasn't long before steamy tears blinded your vision, the pain being too much.

The closer you got to your climax, the less you began to care however.

"AH-! F**k Edward-" you moaned out, you imagined the German, pumping his own hand around you. His pretty mouth lightly suckling on your balls, while his hand worked.

He would also be pumping his own c*ck, he would get more pleasure from it though, being uncircumsized.

"S-Shit..." You slurred out, as you heard a loud pop. Your wrist crackling as you quickened your pace, "F**k it hurts."

You tossed your head back, getting so close right before-

The door swung open, "Are you ok-?"

You froze, you glanced up at Edward, who was also frozen in his tracks, your breathing began to steady as you stared at your startled lover.

A quick blush crept onto his typically stoic expression, "Ah... apologies. I had only heard- und I assumed..."

Edward's grey eyes widened and glanced away as he noticed where he was staring, "Es tut mir leid-! I'll... umm.. leave you to it."

Edward attempted to sneak away, before your sweet voice caught his ear, "Ed, please, don't go."

It was barley over a whisper, he reopened the door, eyes wide. Stepping into the room again, "Edward... If you wouldn't mind, I'd like some help.. My wrist really hurts when I-"

"J-ja... well this is the last thing you should be doing!" His doctor persona took over, approaching the bed, "but not to worry, Schatz, I will take care of you now."

Not wasting any time, Edward began disrobing, walking towards you and unbuttoning his vest. He walked on his knees on the bed, crawling towards you as he through his vest off.

Locking his lips with your own, he bent over you, undoing his belt. Your hands moved to begin unbuttoning his white, bloodstained shirt, carefully to not anger your sore appendage more.

He growled against you, chuckling darkly, "so eager?"

You could only hum a response, 'mmhmm'

With a firm jerk, his trousers were down to his knees and his chest now exposed where you had unbuttoned his shirt. You looped a finger under the waistband of his boxers and slipped them lower, "Let the examination begin."

His husky voice in your ear, made you shiver. Edward licked his lips staring at your already erect c*ck, he took you in his mouth, his head moving up and down on you.

You moaned beneath him, a hand moving into his hair to ground yourself. One of Edward's hands played with your balls, the other drawing circles on you thigh. You so were so close, it was almost overstimulating.

"Ed-! Please." You mumbled out, The German doctor chuckled, making you moan as it sent vibrations through your needy core.

Fighting against your self, your hips attempted to buck into Edward's mouth, but you focused on keeping them down. So scared to lose this climax, he was so willing to give you.

You slightly opened your eyes, glancing at Richtofen, who's grey eyes had been staring up at you this whole time. Your hand had tussled his usually perfect hair, his face was red and drool covered his mouth.

He continued moving, however, staring you in the eyes as he did. "Ed. I'm so close." You were finally able to gasp out, his hand constricting around your balls, causing you to through your head back.

He continued to pump, squeezing the small organ, it was driving you crazy. "F**k.. Ah-!" A hand found your mouth as you climaxed in the doctor's mouth. He choked sitting up, he wiped his face then tasted his fingers.

"Delicious as always."

You could only laugh, your breathing still incredibly heavy and your hand aching even worse.

Edward stood up, "Now, sit up." His accent seeming to get thicker.

"Richtofen, I think I need a second.." You breathed out, holding your rapidly falling chest.

"Nein, you want to feel better do as the doctor says." He said, grabbing your healthy arm and pulling you out of your horizontal position.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Edward pumping your sore c*ck. You became more and more noisy as he did, moans and gasps leaving your mouth so much more this time.

When your c*ck was hard enough to barley stand on it's own, Edward turned around guiding the c*ck into him. You moaned more, hiding your face in the crevice of his neck.

Edward rode you, bouncing on your lap, the feeling was euphoric, because you were already so overstimulated.

"Scheiße... right there." Edward said, focusing on where to hit for his own pleasure.

Your c*ck got harder and harder inside of the German, your hands finding his much larger c*ck. Playing with it, you began to pinch the foreskin and play with his tip, making him much more vocal.

His bouncing got more paced as your massaged his length, a hand finding your hair, pushing you farther into his neck if it was even possible.

You could feel your second climax approaching, you began pumping Richtofen in your hand. He squirmed around, trying to get more friction, causing you to moan as he moved around on your aching c*ck.

"Ja, ja. Bitte, please, please." He cried out, you bit the skin on his neck lightly, making him repeat his previous action.

Your hand stopped pumping as euphoria washed over you once more, squeezing your hand tightly around Edward's c*ck. The warm feeling combined with the squeezing made Edward follow in his own euphoric release.

"Ah-! Mein Gott!" He said, in between heavy breaths.

"Alright, Ed! I think I'm done." You said, as you finally caught your breath, only to be met with a laugh.

"You may, aber ich bin nicht!" The doctor said, standing up, pulling a wince from your mouth as the cool air replaced Edward's warm insides.

"I don't think I can anymore, Ed, you're gonna give me the opposite of 'blue balls'.."

Your pleading only made the German have a twisted smile, like he planned to give you the fullest extent of any torment you'd been put through, "Do not worry, my heart, the doctor will take good care of you."

Edward stood before you, sticky white strings dripping off his thighs and p*n*s. He wore a wicked smile, looking down at you biting his lip, giving you the feeling of a prey animal being cornered.

A firm hand gripped your well wrist tightly, pulling you up, "und now, my darling, it is your turn."

Edward said darling as a growl, his hands pressing into your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips. Kissing you rough and full of passion, you moaned into the kiss, leaning closer into his chest.

Enjoying the feeling of being so close to the man you had grown to love, before it was all ripped away as he pushed you down onto the busted mattress again. Falling on your stomach, you winced as the bedding collided with your hurt hand, "Argh, Scheiße-!"

Turning to see Edward standing above you slowly pumping his c*ck, his eyes prying into your fragile body. Oh if looks could kill...

He slowly crawled onto the bed, laying on top of you, his lips brushed over your ear, "C*m before me and we'll have to go again, verstanden?"

You nodded, muttering swears under your breath. Edward groaned in your ear as he slid himself into you, you grabbed fistfuls of the bedding. Edward's c*ck was exactly how you would have imagined, long and built, much like the rest of his body.

He pumped into you, huffing with his movements, "Ah- Ja, ja."

Your face was buried in the mattress, tears leaking into it, your own p*n*s being rubbed by the motion your body moved and the mattress beneath. Had you not been almost at your thrid climax, you probably wouldn't have been so quick to or*a*m again.

"Awe, mein poor lad." Richtofen faked a pout as he slammed into you at a rather quick pace.

The tightening in your stomach shown through the mocking, you were close but you couldn't c*m just yet. Otherwise, Edward would continue to torture you, it was all too much.

You whimpered, attempting to hold it in, "F-fuck, Ed. No, stop." You struggled out, trying so hard to fight against your ever approaching climax. You clenched, attempting to stop the climax, however, you could not.

You came on the bed.

Edward only laughed, continuing to hit that spot you liked, you let out groans that sounded like they came from the put of your gut. Your eyes rolled back, your body twitched, "Fuck-!"

He groaned biting his lip as he came inside you, he stayed in your twitching warmth a little while before pulling out.

"One more time, as promised, darling, und we'll be done."

"I'm gonna get you a fl*shlight." You mumbled at him.

"A what?"

"Nothing, Ed. Just f**k me already." You said, no enthuasm at all.

Exhaustion was beginning to set in, more than just your sore wrist ached. You rolled over looking at the German who just continued staring at you with those damned eyes. He once again, laid over you kissing you sweetly on the lips, "this time will be more fun."

Grabbing onto your thighs, Edward pushed your legs apart and lifted them up. You felt semi-ridiculous but were far too tired to complain, Edward situated himself in between your thighs. His still firmly er*ct c**k, in the center as he closed your legs around him.

He humped into your thighs, his p*n*s rubbing against your own. You moaned as he quickened his pace, the overstimulating feeling began to die down and you were once more enjoying the action.

Edward seemed to be enjoying so much more, though. He pumped himself quickly between your thighs, huffing and groaning, scattered words of German flew from his mouth.

You took your hand and began pumping your own c**k, you wrist crackling again, the pain making you wince.

"Nein-!" Edward grabbed your hand, holding it firmly, "enjoy me."

It was more of a command than he expected, but you had no complaints.

Edward continued humping your thighs, his tip rubbing against your c**k with his movements.

"F**k, Ed." You groaned.

"Ja, me too." He said, bringing the hand he was holding to his face, placing delicate kisses to it.

With a loud moan and his body trembling, Edward's hips began to stutter as his thrusts became more sporadic. His tip grazed against yours, sending you into a small or*a*m, Edward soon followed suit, as you were both covered in sticky white strings.

Your last sight being Edward collapsing beside you, breathing heavily.

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Last Flight

Harpy!Manfred Von Richtofen x Aviator Reader. AU: WW2. Angst. Very sad stuff here so pack some tissues pls💔 TW: Death. Blood. Some Gore. Fatal Injury. Manfred is distraught. Heartbreak. Manfred loses it.

With your beloved Harpy by your side as an ally, you two protected the skies over Britain. One day, as the Battle Of Britain rages on, things take a nasty turn when your plane gets hit.

Since you being reunited with your beloved Harpy, you and Manfred became Britain's best allies when it comes to defending her skies. Manfred flew alongside you and your squadron of Spitfires, protecting the skies from the invaders. You both were unstoppable.

But fate has a way of turning the tides and today, fate played her hand in a cruel way.

You got wind of a squadron of Luftwaffe heading across the channel. It wasn't good news when Luftwaffe were involved but this time it sounded even more serious and more urgent.

Not wasting anytime, you called up your pilots and told to them get the planes ready. Manfred was beside, his feathers ruffled both literally and figuratively.

"It's serious this time" You Announced to Manfred who was just grooming out his feathers. He looked at you and saw worry in your eyes. It concerned him, he never saw this worried before. Manfred came close and wrapped his arms around you as his beautiful, soft feathers encircled you in a full, warm embrace and you happily melted into it.

"You are worried, more so than usual my liebesvögel. What is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost" Asked Manfred looking at you with concern etched across his handsome face. You shook your head, shaking away any negative thoughts.

"I'm fine Manfred, just a little shaken. This sounded very urgent. Must be a large squadron they sent this time" You Explained, not quite sure yourself why you were feeling so nervous. You felt as if something bad was going to happen.

"I understand Liebling. Just know that I am here ja? We are mates. And mates look out for one another ja?" Cooed Manfred and you smiled at your handsome Harpy mate.

"Thank you Manny" You Replied and you both leaned in for a passionate kiss and then headed to your planes.

You, Manfred and your squadron of Spitfires headed out towards the oncoming Luftwaffe squadron. A dogfight ensued and chaos filled the sky as fighter planes opened fire, all sides aiming to kill the other. Manfred evaded enemy fire and you did the same, performing a few aerial tricks to make yourselves harder to aim for. It was absolute mayhem as both Luftwaffe and Spitfires suffered casualties.

You had successfully taken down a few of them when out of nowhere, a Luftwaffe pilot fired at the wing of your trusted Spitfire, hitting it's engine and causing it to smoke. You panicked as you tried to keep control of the plane until suddenly.......

*Ratta-tat-ratta-tat!*

Another Luftwaffe pilot opened fire on you and you felt a burning pain spread across your chest and body. You gripped your chest and only after you pulled your hand away, you could see you were hit and bleeding fast.

Most of the Luftwaffe fled and while it was a victory for you all, you turned your plane and headed back to Britain, hoping to land before you bleed out. Manfred seeing the smoking plane watched in horror as flames burst forth from the engine and you struggled to keep control as the plane began to spiral out of control.

"Y/N!" Cried Manfred and he flew down fast, hoping to save you before the plane hit the ground. He watched with terror in his eyes as the Spitfire crashed into the ground but luckily it had exploded, yet. You managed to crawl out from the wreckage, weak and wounded.

Manfred landed and rushed over to aid you.

"Y/N! Y/N! My Liebling! Are you okay? Are you hurt....." Manfred trailed off when he saw the extent of your wounds. You had been hit in the stomach, back and chest. The chest wound being the most concerning as from the looks of it, your heart was hit. Manfred's heart dropped as he looked at your wounds.

"Oh Gott, Liebling listen to me. You are very badly hurt ja? But please, I can fly you to a doctor in no time okay but you have to try and hold on just a little okay?" Explained Manfred with urgency.

You gazed at Manfred with a mixture of love and sadness. You knew you were dying and Manfred, knew it too though he didn't want to admit. You coughed and blood spilled from your mouth. Manfred turned pale.

"Oh no no no no! No please, no don't" Panicked Manfred as his wings encircled you once more, sheltering you as he cradled you in his arms.

You reached out your hand weakly and cupped his cheek, brushing away the tears that fell from his eyes as he knew it was too late for you.

"I'm sorry" You Whispered.

"Nein. Don't say that. The Luftwaffe did this and they will pay dearly!" Snarled Manfred, his eyes taking on the colour and sharp pupils of that of a falcon. You hushed him gently as you stroked his cheek.

"I know Manny, I know. Manny, I don't want to leave you. I don't wanna die. I'm scared" You Admitted Tearfully. Manfred held you closer to his chest.

"I don't want you to go Y/N. But if you must, don't go feeling fear my Liebling. Shhh, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you" Whispered Manfred sadly. You shivered as your body began to grow cold so Manfred brushed his wings closer to you, letting you feel their softness one last time.

"We had so much planned together. Our beautiful nest.....what will we do together in the future.....children" You Recalled weakly. Manfred sniffled back tears as you spoke of those wonderful plans.

"We'll meet again......don't know where....don't know when.....*cough*" You Sang softly but a cough interrupted the rest.

"But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day" Sang Manfred softly. You smiled up at him.

"Keep smiling through.....just like you always do" You Sang.

"Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away" Sang Manfred.

You lay back in Manfred's arms as he sang away softly to you before you closed your eyes, smiling softly.

"I love you Manny" You Whispered softly.

"And I love you too Y/N" Whispered Manfred tearfully as he pressed one last tender kiss to your forehead as you took your final breath.

You were dead in Manfred's arms. You, his sweetheart, his mate, was dead.

Manfred let out a loud, piercing Harpy cry before wailing and sobbing, burying his head into your cold chest as he cradled you in his arms. The pain at losing his mate tore his heart apart and it was so excruciating, he almost keeled over sick.

The low, ominous humming of a hundred Luftwaffe aircraft caught his attention, his head shooting up to glare at the fascists as the remaining Spitfires tried to fight them off.

Something snapped in Manfred. Something primal, anger boiling in his veins and all he could see was red. Uttering a fierce war screech, he spread his wings and shot up to the sky. Now they would know a Harpy's wrath!

Manfred landed on one of the planes of the Luftwaffe and tore through metal with talons, grabbing the pilot inside and ripping and tearing at him as he screamed.

Manfred hopped from one plane to the next. Friend or foe, German or British, any pilot he saw was a foe to him now. He tore through half the Luftwaffe, biting half their faces nearly off, shredding them with his ferocious talons and spilling their blood and guts everywhere, relishing in his revenge and the bloodlust that came with it.

When he was done, there was not a plane left in the sky. He tore through everyone and everything, leaving not a single Luftwaffe pilot or British pilot alive. Flying back towards where your body lay, Manfred scooped you up and flew back to base.

The high ranking officer at base seen Manfred approach, covered in blood and smoke, carrying your body.

"Manfred! What in God's name happened out there!?" Demanded the officer. Manfred glared at him with such ferocity, the officer took a cautious step back.

"Y/N is gone" Announced Manfred lowering his head to look at your face for the last time, tears silently falling from his eyes. The officer looked at Manfred with sympathy, he knew how much Manfred loved you and could see how your death affected him.

"I'm so sorry Manfred. I knew how much they meant to you and how much you loved them. I'll make sure they are buried with full military honours" Promised the officer as he took your body from Manfred's arms, Manfred let go of your body almost reluctantly and as the officer walked away, Manfred broke down and cried.

On the day of your funeral, Manfred flew over the site as your coffin was preparing to be lowered. With a tearful kiss, he dropped a wreath down onto your coffin as he flew by and landed to join the rest of your family.

On the wreath, written on a ribbon were the words:

"To Y/N Y/L/N,

The best pilot in the Squadron and my precious soul mate. May we meet again in another life"

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Thank you to the anonymous who requested Harpy Manfred with Aviator Reader Angst. I didn't know if you wanted a full headcanon so I decided to write it as a story, hope that's okay! I hope you like despite the heartbreak written in it💔😢 Poor Harpy Manfred!

💗Anyway thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!💗