#ruhige see

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shoutout to my lanadelray imjustagirl girlblogger mutuals yall are pretty cool but i genuinely question if you guys are mentally alright sometimes

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swimming in the lake.

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Ich durfte die atemberaubende Gelmerhörner Bergwelt erkunden. Ein Paradies für alle Naturliebhaber da draußen!

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OMG HANDMKFUXHAB

reader running away makes me so happy 🥺🥺 if you plan on making a part 4 for the creepy trucker series im on the edge of my seat!!!!

I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the cliffhanger with her running away!! I hope part 4 doesn't disappoint🩷

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader Part 4 (fem)

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Part1, Part2, Part3, Part5

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🚫As usual this story has HEAVY triggers! Please do not read if you cannot handle them! Ily all and I hope you take care of your body and mind🩷🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, non-con, p in v, being chased, pregnancy, Stockholm syndrome

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As you run you can hear the booming of footsteps, quickly in your mind you’re trying to figure out where you will go; you can’t just keep running, he will outrun you. You see a woman getting into a car with a man so you run to her, yelling in your native language, “Help me! Please!”

The woman looks at you scared and locks the car doors, hitting the guy to start driving. He does and quickly tries to get away from you and whatever danger you, a foreigner, is causing. Your heart sinks and you begin to cry loudly, clearly very distressed. You don’t stop running.

Across the road you can see a row of small businesses. Without thinking you just run across the road. You hear a car horn and tires screeching.

“MAUS!” König shouts as he sees you almost get hit by a car. He sees the car stopping just before it hits you. He freezes for a second as you do in front of the car. Then you look over at him and keep running. König pursues.

You continue to run, more cars having to stop, honking at you for dashing in front of them. König is right behind you also causing traffic to stop as he runs in front of cars. You make it to the other side.

Running into one of the stores, you run up to a man shopping and begin to ask him to call the cops. The man looks at you confused and backs away. Running pass, him, you go to the woman working behind the register.

“Please help me. There is a man that kidnapped me and is chasing me! Please!” She looks at you with the same look before telling you to go.

“No, no, I need help! Please!”

“Get out!” she shouts at you; she assumes you caused trouble for yourself and wants nothing to do with it.

Then König comes into the store, his eyes looking over the place and you run and hide; ducking behind the shelves in an aisle. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, your breathing shaking as you try to sneak out of the store past König.

König walks up to a man and in German begins to describe you, asking if he saw you.

“My crazy wife is manic and ran out of the car, she isn’t taking her medicine, please I’m trying to help her.” König lied very convincingly to the man. He nodded and pointed to the other side of the store where he saw you run.

You hear his footsteps as you try to guess which way they’re about to go. You take your chance and make a run for it. König’s head snaps and begins to run after you. The lady behind the counter yelling at you and König to take this somewhere else.

Just as you’re about to escape through the door, the man in the shop grabs you. You begin to fight the man, “Let me go!”

“Bitte sei ruhig.” The man says thinking that you’re a mentally ill person.

Then you hear König’s voice, thanking the man for his help. His massive hands grasp your arms tightly and pull you to him. He wraps your arms in an x across your chest and wraps his arms tightly around them, lifting you.

You kick back, trying to hit König and shake your body trying to break free, but nothing works. König thanks the man again and begins to walk you out of the store. You’re crying as he does, making sure to quickly cross the road again.

“You fucked up Maus, you really did.”

“Please just let me go!” You sob still trying to break free but twisting your body.

König squeezes you so hard the air leaves your lungs, “Stop!”

You give up and just sob, “Please, let me go!”

“You’re mine, you have to realize that.”

You sob as he walks back to the truck. A small group of people standing outside and watching this happen. König looks at them, feeling panic but trying to appear as a worried husband. He loudly apologizes to the crowd for your behavior and tells the same lie about you being manic.

One older woman in the crowd didn’t believe König, something in her gut telling her that you’re in trouble and that he is lying. She feels helpless watching this scene play out in front of her. She seems to be the odd man out so she is scared to say something. She just watches with sadness in her eyes.

Once back inside the truck, König slams you down hard on the bed and slaps you. “You stupid bitch! You could have gotten hurt! Gotten me caught! Selfish!”

König grabs your handcuffs and restrains you again. This time also grabbing a rope and tying your ankles. You try to kick him as he reaches for them, but he is stronger than you as he grasps them firmly. He ties them so tightly that it hurts. He grabs an old t-shirt laying on the floor and stuffs it into your mouth so he doesn’t have to hear your screaming anymore.

“I was being nice to you, and you fucked it up.” He grows at you as he quickly gets into the drivers’ seat and begins to drive off.

The woman watches the semi take off as she gets on the bus with her group. A heavy guilty feeling in her stomach because she didn’t do anything. She sits next to her friend on the bus, 40 minutes pass as she sits in silence.

“What is wrong?” Her friend asks.

“I-I feel as if that man was lying. That woman looked terrified.”

Her friend nods her head, “She did.” They both take a deep breath before she speaks again, “Maybe you should report it?”

“I think I will.” She takes out her cell phone and calls the emergency hotline. She describes you and König, giving details about the odd situation that unfolded before you all today. She tells them the address and describes the semi the best she can, but she never got his license plate. The man on the line thanks her and they get off the phone.

Because of the adrenalin that flooded through your body, you ended up crashing hard and falling asleep after an hour. König was relieved, but now paranoid that someone might have called for help. Every few minutes he looks over his shoulder to check if he’s being trailed by a cop. This whole situation made him realize you’re safer at home where you can use the bathroom and eat inside the house instead of interacting with the outside world. You’ve lost those privileges.

Hours pass since the incident; you don’t know exactly how much time though. You open your eyes to very bright sunlight flooding your vision. You try to move your hand in front of your eyes to block the light, but you’re still cuffed. This time though you realize your legs and arms are handcuffed spread apart. You’re on a bed in some house. You lean your head forward and look around. You see a wooden desk, wooden dresser, and a dark blue recliner. Next to the recliner is a tripod and a ring light.

Trying to pull yourself free you realize that you’re completely naked. You begin to shake and pull, letting out an aggravated groan once you can’t pull your limbs free. Heavy footsteps travel down the hall, approaching the door to the room you’re in.

König opens the door and walks forward towards you. He stops near the side of your bed and caresses your stubbly legs. “Finally awake.”

You look at him with fear in your eyes, “Where are we?”

“My house, our house.” He sits beside you on the bed. “Why did you run? I was so nice to you.”

“I- I,” you can’t even think of a way to answer without angering him and making things worse. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” König tilts his head to the side and looks at you with a blank stare.

“Yes.”

“No, you aren’t Maus. You’re just scared. But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. You’ve just lost your privileges. You’re safe. Don’t worry.”

While he is trying to be comforting, he isn’t. He’s the one keeping you captive. He’s the one hurting you and taking you away from a happy life. You keep your eyes on him and then look back towards the bright light from the windows. You realize the window is open and there’s a light breeze coming in.

“Don’t bother screaming Maus, I live in the country. Just you and me for miles.”

You don’t look back at him, just let those words sink in and look out of the window.

“Welcome home, I’ll show you around soon. It’s a nice place to raise a family.”

Your head snaps in his direction, “A family?”

“Ja, Maus. A family. You’ll make me beautiful babies. Plus men will pay extra for your pregnant body.”

König rubs his hand along your abdomen and smirks.

Meanwhile, police have made their way to the truck stop you were seen at. They talk to the woman that was working the cash register that day.

“They came in, both went to the bathroom, and then next thing I knew she was running and he chased after her. When they came in they looked like maybe boyfriend and girlfriend? They were close.”

“Okay, are there any surveillance cameras I can look at?”

“I’ll have to get my boss.”

“You do that.” The cop puts away his notepad and looks around the store before the boss walks out.

“Right this way, officers.”

You don’t even know how much time has passed and there has been no sign of help. You remain inside of König’s home. Your stomach is growing, swollen with his child. An old medic friend from his military days comes to the house to check on you and the baby, König tries his best to take good care of you.

It’s a warm day and you stand outside in a green summer dress, 6 months pregnant. You’re kneeling in the flower bed and pulling weeds. You stand and begin to walk to the water hose, and then your chain pulls.

König has a metal shackle around your ankle, bolted to the house so you can’t run off. He hears the chain pull as he is behind the house trimming back bushes.

“Need something, Liebling?” He walks over to you wearing jeans and a black shirt, both covered in small green specks from the bush leaves.

“The hose,” You point only a few feet away from you.

He walks over and grabs it for you, “Don’t stress yourself out, you still have to film today.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

König leans in and puckers his thin lips waiting for you to kiss him. You tiptoe to meet him the rest of the way and kiss his lips. He smiles at you before slapping your ass and walking back to what he was doing.

You water the garden, feeling your baby move within you. Resting a hand on your stomach, you begin to caress your belly. You let out a deep sigh and look around, trying to imagine giving birth to your baby here and raising your child here. König as a father…how will that work? Will I eventually fall in love?

“Liebling, are you okay?” König walks up behind you, wrapping one arm around you resting on your stomach as the other takes the water hose from you. “You’re drowning the flowers.” His voice has a light chuckle.

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking about giving birth. Being a mom. I’m scared.”

König drops the hose and wraps his arms around you.

“Don’t be scared. I knew from the moment I saw you that you’d make an amazing mom. Don’t stress you and our baby out, okay? I’ll run to the city tomorrow and get you whatever you’re craving.”

You nod your head, “Thank you König.”

“Of course, now let’s go film, ja?”

Filming was your least favorite thing to do, but it’s how König makes enough money to stay home with you, so you do it. He takes out a key and unlocks the cuff on your ankle. His arm goes around your body tightly so you can’t run away if you try.

Walking back inside, he brings you into the bedroom. “Shouldn’t I shower first?”

“Nein, the sweaty look is hot.” He kisses your forehead.

You sit on the bed as he sets everything up, placing the cameras where they need to be and making sure the lighting in the room is good. Once done he strips down to nothing, his cock soft but still 6 inches. He begins to record on all cameras and walks up to you on the bed.

He gets behind you and begins to massage your swollen breasts. You’ve already started to fill up in preparation for the baby, growing two bra sizes. König does everything he can to stimulate more lactation. He begins to squeeze your breast, forming a small wet patch on your dress. You look away embarrassed, he laughs. He squeezes more, letting the wet patches continue to grow, his erect cock rubbing against your back now.

“Let’s take this dress off Liebling.” He whispers as he helps you stand.

Once standing he slowly takes off your dress, his hand gliding over your pregnant belly. His lips kiss your neck tenderly as he makes his way down to your breast. Squeezing, he squirts a small amount of milk on his face before wrapping his mouth around your breast and suckling, drinking in any milk he can squeeze out of you. You let out soft moans as he licks your nipple before sucking again.

“Your milk is so sweet.” He growls as he seats up on the bed.

Again, he goes behind you and begins to squeeze your breasts for the cameras. Make sure to get good squirts of your milk, rubbing some of the milk all over your breast to make them shine. His head resting on your shoulder watching as he does this. Turning his head he begins to kiss the side of your face and you turn your head to meet his mouth and kiss him back.

He lets out a soft moan as he gently cups your breasts in his large hands. His tongue pushing into your mouth and twirling around, mixing your spit with his. Pulling away from the kiss a line of spit follows.

“Lay back Maus.”

You do as he says and lay back flat on the bed. He comes up and caresses your large stomach, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips again as he positions himself between your legs. He reaches over and grabs one of the cameras and holds it angles at your pussy. He slaps his heavy cock over your tiny clit, causing you to mewl and move your hips. Disgusted with yourself because you actually want his cock.

“Beg for it.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Be more specific, Liebling.” He slaps your clit with his cock again.

“Please give me your cock. Please.”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” He begins to slip his cock into you.

You moan out and grasp the bed sheets as you feel his cock push in all the way. His hand pulls one of your legs back, making sure to leave room for your big belly. He holds the camera up to your face and you make sure to act as if you don’t want to be recorded; he said the men like it more when I act like I hate it.

“Moan for me.” He taps your face.

You let out a tiny soft moan while suppressing the enjoyment that you’re feeling. He puts the camera down to rest his hands on your belly as he begins to buck his hips more rapidly into you. It hurts so you genuinely moan in pain and try to scoot back.

“Don’t run for it.” He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.

“It hurts!” you moan out as you squirm.

König lets go of your hips and leans forward, holding your shoulders, and he begins to fuck you so hard you begin to scream.

“Ja! Scream for me! Hure!” He lightly slaps you but you act like it was worse.

Recording takes hours to complete. König helped you get all cleaned up after and chained you to the bed again, the chain is long enough for you to walk around the room, but bolted to where you can’t get to the door or window.

“I’m going into the city to get you food and treats, what are you craving?”

You shrug and think for a few seconds, “Maybe something cakey? Also, just some stuff to make brownies or cakes to have around the house.”

“I can do that.” He leans down and kisses you gently.

“I love you both, I’ll be back.” He caresses your stomach.

“We love you too…” you watch him leave the house.

Once you hear the car door close you rush to the drawers trying to look for something that you can use to break free from the shackles. As usual, there was nothing. You sit on the bed and cry, hugging your stomach.

“I’m sorry baby, I don’t know what to do.” You whisper to your stomach. You feel torn between wanting to run towards freedom and wanting to stay here with König. A weird part of you beginning to feel for him, but also wanting your old life back. You can’t even recognize yourself anymore.

In the city König goes into a local grocery store. He collects everything you asked for plus just thing for the house. He finds a baby onesie that says “I love Daddy.” König holds the tiny little piece of clothing in his hands, smiling thinking about holding his baby in his arms. He adds the onesie to the cart.

He walks up to the front of the store and begins to bag his items as the older woman working the register scans his items. He looks around the store as he waits for his payment to process and he sees a board of posters.

“Here’s your receipt.”

König’s attention turns back to the nice woman. He smiles and grabs the piece of paper from her, grabbing all of his bags and walking to the poster board.

In big red words he reads the words MISSING. König stays there and reads the details. His heart sinks.

Young woman, your skin tone, hair color, body build. His semi-truck color, build, hair color. The fact you’re foreign and what language you speak is even listed. He can feel his cheeks turn red as he begins to sweat. He reaches up and rips the sign off the board and turns to leave the store.

He sits in his SUV and looks at the poster. He wonders how many there are and how much information the cops actually know.

“FUCK!” He yells in his SUV and he runs his hands down his face. He takes a deep breath before pulling out of the parking spot and beginning to speed home to you.

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Roommates [MS47]

Summary: Your roommates are on holiday so you invite your boyfriend around to have a staycation with him. Except your roommates come home early and find you

Pairing/s: Mick Schumacher x Reader, Reader x OC

A/N : Roommates names are made up from a random name generator. It felt wrong just calling them 'roommates'

Word Count: 1k

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Your roommates had said that they wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning so you thought that you had at least an extra night with Mick before he left in the early hours of the morning so your roommates wouldn’t see him. 

You and Mick had been dating since well before you started university, but you’d never told anyone that information. In your first year of university, it had just been you and your now best friend in a dorm room, but she suggested that you find an apartment with another two roommates, and that's what you did. 

You hadn’t expected all three of your roommates to be Formula One fans, which made watching the races easier but telling them about Mick harder, which made sneaking around more of your thing. 

So when they asked if you wanted to go on holiday with them during the break of the university schedule you were quick to say no knowing that if they weren’t about and it wasn’t a race weekend then you could invite your boyfriend over.

“When are they coming back again?” Mick asked

“About eight. I think Lucy said” You shrugged, and he nodded 

“Gina was asking what time I’d be leaving so we could meet for lunch” You nodded, cuddling further into him

“Sure you don’t want to join us?” He asked, resting his cheek against your head as you watched the show on the TV. 

“Can I decide in the morning before you leave?” You asked, and he nodded 

“Of course you can, Liebe” (Love). He smiled gently, playing with your hair that was resting over your shoulder. You smiled, not paying much attention to the show, just enjoying the last couple hours that you had with your boyfriend. 

Both started to fall asleep in each other's embrace as there was giggling heard from outside the door. Although you didn’t think much of it and just closed your eyes again. You just assumed that it was your neighbours because they were always loud and giggling. 

Just as you fell into a sleep, you started to hear hushed whispers from behind you, and Mick wrapped you tighter into his arms as you woke up. Rubbing your eyes as you looked around the room. Your three roommates standing in front of you with wide eyes and jaws dropped. 

You panicked, looking at the time, eyes glancing back between the clock on the wall and your roommates, except you couldn’t move to get up due to Mick’s tight hold.

“You’re early” you mumbled, attempting to sit up a little or even just move out of Mick’s hold, but you woke him up, and he pulled you closer, not quite understanding 

“We’re early home but obviously not early to this” your best friend pointed out, and you just smiled as Mick soon caught up with what was happening. 

“Was zum Teufel?” (What the hell?) He mumbled, letting go and sitting up after helping you sit up

“These idiots don’t know what time management is. I was enjoying my sleep” You huffed as Mick rubbed your back softly 

“What the hell Y/N” Your roommates exclaimed one after the other, all agreeing with each other. 

“It’s too early. Können wir alle ruhig sein und mich mein Nickerchen genießen lassen?” (Can we all be quiet and let me enjoy my nap?) You asked as all your roommates just kept staring at you. 

“One, it's not too early. Two, what the hell is this? Three, do you know who’s sat next to you? Four, how long? Five, can I get an autograph?” Your roommate Callie asked 

“One, it is too early. Two, I was having a nap. Three, I do know who’s sat next to me, obviously. Four, six years?” You asked, turning to look at Mick to make sure. Mick nodded 

“Five, you’re not getting an autograph” you finished. 

“I can’t believe this. This is crazy” your other roommate Lilian replied, rubbing her face as Ana looked about the place 

“Can someone please pinch me” Ana mumbled, so you happily threw a pillow at her, which hit her in the head. 

“Anyone else want a pillow at the head?” You asked, standing up 

“Anyway, can we talk about six years?” Callie exclaimed as you and Mick both shrugged. You leaned back into him, really just wanting your eyes to stay awake, although your body was fighting you for sleep. 

“Look, I wanted to tell you Ana but then I figured out you were a fan, then we moved in with Lilian and Callie then I really didn’t know how to tell any of you because you were all fans so it was just easier to shut up about it and sneak about” You shrugged explaining your story as Mick wrapped his arm around you and gently caressed your arm and shoulder. 

“You owe us grand prix tickets” Callie mumbled, and you threw a pillow at her as well. 

“If anyone else makes one more comment. I’m kicking you out. All of you. One comment means no home. Now, can I go back to sleep? And enjoy my last night with my boyfriend?” You asked as they all nodded slowly, retreating to their own rooms as you turned to look at Mick. 

“Well that’s out in the open now Liebe” He whispered, you nodded with a slight smile 

“You also didn’t tell me that you were working on your German. Got quite the shock when you started speaking German. Es war heiß” (It was hot). He mumbled, pressing his lips against yours as you smiled into the kiss 

“It was meant to be a surprise for your birthday, but I didn’t want to say that in a language they would understand” You shrugged as he smiled, pulling you onto his lap. You smiled, placing your hands between his jaw and neck as you tilted your head a little 

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell them, but it’s out in the open now, so you can hang out here more when you’re not racing” You smiled 

“Or you could move in with me? I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages, and this just feels like the right time to ask” You smiled leaning down and kissing him

“Of course I’ll move in with you. Maybe just once I’ve finished this year at uni though” You smiled, and he nodded 

“That sounds like a good plan”

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Colonels Favorite PT2

(This one will be having smut in it so Mature. Themes ahead!!) (ps sorry if my German is bad I’m still practicing 🫶🏽)

Fem Reader, oral, boob job, p in v, handjob.

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“I like you to” you heard the thick accent roll off the man’s lips as he got up from the chair and walked over to you. He bent down to eye level infront of you. You started blushing because you didn’t expect him to like you and even then he was close to your face. “Can I kiss you?” Your eyes widened a little bit before nodding your head up and down. “Use your words Liebling” his voice was low and sounded husky. You watched him lift up the fabric covering his face before he was millimeters away from your lips. He started kissing you his big hands resting on your hips and your hands around his cheek. One of his hands stopped you and he shook his head “Just let me taste you Meine Liebe” you let him kiss until he lifted you up and walked over to the bed, you sat on top of his hips as he removed his shirt and yours. You already felt aroused as it is, you didn’t think you’d be doing this let alone with the colonel out of all people but to weren’t complaining you just wanted him. He helped you lay down on your back to get comfortable then spreading your legs a little bit with his knee, you could see his dick get hard. He hovered over your pants before speaking “Is this okay?” “Yes” you gave him a reassuring smile before he began unburying your clothes. He tugged down your pants helping you take them off by your ankles. He started leaving calloused kissing across your thighs before kissing your clothed pussy. “Huh..? your already wet,didn’t think I had affect on you” he was teasing you and you began to squirm under him. “König” you breathlessly moaned. He smiled in response. “Can I?” He took off his cloth mask and set it to side. He placed his tounge in between your lips licking you up. He moaned into you while repeatedly sucking on you clit and rubbing your bud. You gasped at the actions and arched you back into the bed. Fisting whatever you could brace yourself on. “Fuck” you screamed. König looked at you between your thighs before placing a finger to his lips. “Ruhig, don’t want the others to know do we”. You just nodded your head at him. “You taste divine meine lieben”, you just threw you head back into your pillow. After eating you out he grabbed your waist pulling you up and grabbing you tits. “I want my cock fucking those beautiful tits of yours yeah?”, he took sex out of his boxers and pumping his cock. You pushed your plush tits together as he bent down to meet them, you saw his dick slip between your mounds; precum glistening at the top. He pushed his hips up back in forth to create friction to his harden cock. You grabbed you own tits and moved them around sending his head flying back. “Fuck.. just like that” he was breaking heavy. You felt yourself get aroused by his submissiveness. You grabbed his cock and started pumping it gradually going faster. “Shit I’m gonna come” sooner than later his mouth fell open his face twisted in pleasure, and you smiled at the sight. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock you got up of the bed laying down on it again spreading your legs. “König….” you taunted. He looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes. “This ain’t over Schlatz” he grabbed your ankles apart before aligning his cock between your entrance. “May I?” you watched him look at you waiting for a answer. “Yes” you gasped as he slid inside of you. You felt like he sent you over a edge. It’s like you were meeting god. You winced a little hissing at how big he was. I mean he was a pretty big guy. You were sprawled out for him and you’ve imagined this but never thought it would be happing, you loved it. You cherished every thrust and touch he did. “Faster please” your cock driven weak pathetic voice was all for him to do what you asked. He was at your command. He grabbed your hips pounding into you, your breasts bouncing at the force. Sweat coated your forhead, the only smell was sex, fun powder and cologne. You muffled cries made him smile. He pulled out not wanted to risk it, he was moaning and pleading as he was jerking his cock on your stomach. His white seed spilled on your stomach has he was a whining mess.

(Only could write so much kms)

Thanks for reading!!!

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Anschnallen: das Finale!

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Aufbruch der Gefühle - Kapitel 7: Hanna und Martin

Hanna ging in ihre Kabine zurück, zog die Uniform aus und schlüpfte in ein luftiges Sommerkleid. Sie musste die ganze Zeit an Martins Worte denken. Ihr Herz raste – hatte Jessica Recht? Unruhig ging sie in ihrer Kabine auf und ab, versuchte einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen. Irgendwann hielt sie es nicht mehr aus, sie brauchte Platz und Luft zum Atmen. Sie entschied sich, an Deck zu gehen. Zwischenzeitlich war es dunkel geworden. Die See war ruhig und das Schiff glitt leise durch das Wasser. Sie ging bis zur Reling und sog die warme Nachtluft tief ein und ließ ihren Blick über den Ozean schweifen.

Martin hatte sich ebenfalls umgezogen und an Deck begeben. Auch er hatte das Bedürfnis nach frischer Luft gehabt. Er hatte nichts mehr von Hanna gehört oder gesehen. Doch halt, stand sie nicht da drüben? Ihm wurde ganz warm, als er sie betrachtete. Sie sah wunderschön aus, das Mondlicht ließ sie in einem besonderen Glanz erstrahlen, der laue Sommerwind wehte durch ihr lockiges Haar. Was ihr wohl gerade durch den Kopf ging? Martins Herz schlug schneller und er räusperte sich leise. „Hanna?“ Hanna erschrak und drehte sich um. „Martin! Ich habe dich gar nicht bemerkt.“

Sie wandten sich einander zu und sahen sich an. Martin lächelte schüchtern und Hanna lächelte verlegen zurück. Sämtliche Zweifel und Ängste waren plötzlich ausgeräumt. Hanna ging auf Martin zu, ihre Schritte wurden schneller und kurz vor ihm blieb sie stehen.

Martin ergriff noch einmal das Wort: „Hanna, du sollst wissen, dass ich es genauso gemeint habe, wie ich es eben gesagt habe. Du bist die Eine für mich. Ich wollte es lange nicht wahrhaben, war nicht bereit dafür, aber jetzt musste ich es dir einfach sagen.“ Auf einmal war es so leicht, sich zu öffnen.

Hanna nahm Martins Hände, streichelte zitternd mit ihren Daumen seine Handrücken. „Martin, ich empfinde genauso für dich, ich weiß nicht wie ich so lange so blind sein konnte. Ich liebe dich.“

Fast unmerklich bewegten sie sich aufeinander zu, sie hatten nur noch Augen füreinander. „Ich liebe dich auch“, flüsterte Martin kaum hörbar und strich eine widerspenstige Locke, die sich aus Hannas Frisur gelöst hatte, hinter ihr Ohr. Seine Finger verharrten in ihrem Gesicht, streichelten sanft ihre Wange. Sein freier Arm legte sich um ihre Taille und er zog sie an sich heran, bis sich ihre Lippen trafen. Der Kuss war sanft und zärtlich, ihre Körper schmiegten sich vorsichtig aneinander.

Sie ließen voneinander ab und hielten kurz inne. Die Spannung zwischen ihnen war immer noch greifbar. Nach einer Atempause zog Martin Hanna erneut an sich heran, dieses Mal fester. Hanna war wie elektrisiert, schlang ihre Arme um seinen Hals und presste ihren Körper gegen seinen. Sie küssten sich ein weiteres Mal, engumschlungen ließen sie der Leidenschaft freien Lauf.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit lösten sie sich aus der Umarmung. Leicht verlegen und mit geröteten Wangen sahen sie sich an. „Komm!“ raunte Hanna ihm zärtlich ins Ohr. Sie griff nach Martins Hand und ging mit ihm zu ihrer Kabine.

Epilog

Die ersten Sonnenstrahlen fielen durch das Bullauge in die Kabine und ließen Hanna blinzeln. Ihr Blick fiel auf Martin, der neben ihr noch schlief. Liebevoll betrachtete sie sein Gesicht und spurte vorsichtig mit ihren Fingern durch sein zerwühltes Haar.

Die letzten vierundzwanzig Stunden waren eine einzige Achterbahn der Gefühle gewesen. Dass sie jetzt hier nebeneinander lagen und die Nacht miteinander verbracht hatten, kam Hanna wie ein Wunder vor.

Martin öffnete die Augen. “Hey, guten Morgen!”, raunte er zärtlich. “Hast du gut geschlafen?” “Na ja, viel Schlaf war es ja nicht, wenn wir ehrlich sind”, sagte Hanna mit einem koketten Lächeln. Martin grinste, streckte seinen Arm nach ihr aus und drückte sie fest an sich. Hanna schmiegte sich glücklich an ihn.

Hannas und Martins Hände verwoben sich, ihre Finger spielten miteinander. Sie schauten sich verliebt an, die neue Intimität war noch ungewohnt, fühlte sich gleichzeitig fremd und vertraut an.

Ihre Blicke sagten alles, Worte waren gerade nicht notwendig. Endlich war auch ihnen klar, dass sie sich liebten und zusammengehörten.

Ein Blick auf die Uhr holte sie in die Realität zurück. “Wann fängt denn dein Dienst an?”, erkundigte sich Hanna. Martin überlegte kurz: “Ich muss erst gegen Mittag auf die Brücke und du?”

“Ich habe heute frei, somit haben wir noch ein paar Stunden für uns. Irgendeine Idee, was wir mit dieser Zeit anfangen können?”, fragte Hanna verführerisch.

Martin schmunzelte: “Und ob…” beugte sich über sie und sie küssten sich.

ENDE

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[pist0le]

how do i ask oomf if they want to match pfps with me on discord.. asking for a friend

[fading-pictures]

clouds over the water. 

[logi1974]

Cornwall 2024 - Tag 17

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Heute sind wir am westlichen Punkt Englands angekommen: Land’s End. Da es sich um eines der Top-Reiseziele in Cornwall handelt, ist frühes erscheinen erforderlich.

Dieser ganze Rummelplatz mit Vergnügungsmeile und Bespaßung ist uns deutlich zu viel. Wir waren jedoch gut vorbereitet und fuhren direkt auf den links daneben liegenden Hotelparkplatz. Von dort kann man genauso gut sehen, ohne diesen ganzen Klimbim.

Dabei ist in der Vorsaison noch nicht einmal richtig viel los. Wie groß muss der Trubel erst in der Hochsaison hier sein?

Uns beschleicht der Verdacht: jeder Brite muss hier einmal gewesen sein. Die Schönheit der Natur, der Ausblick, das Meer, die Wanderrouten, all das interessiert nur die Wenigsten.

Die Besucher hier sind laut, jeder nur mit sich, seiner Familie und natürlich mit dem Smartphon beschäftigt.

Nix wie weg! Haken dran, Beweisfotos machen und schnell weiter fahren.

Nur rund sechs Kilometer von dem trubeligen Land’s End entfernt liegt das sehr viel stillere Cape Cornwall, landschaftlich nicht weniger schön.

Eine kleine Straße, gesäumt von den typischen Mauern und Hecken, führt auf den Parkplatz des National Trusts. Dort befindet sich ein kleines Besucherzentrum in dem man sich über diesen Zipfel Cornwalls informieren kann.

Wir haben Glück, die See ist heute ruhig an dieser rauen Küstenlinie. Doch davon darf man sich nicht täuschen lassen.

Auf der Seeseite des Hügel sehen wir eine Station der Coast Watch. Hier, am Cape Cornwall, gibt es, wie überall an der Küste, Freiwillige die Dienst zur Überwachung und Sicherung der Küste machen.

Im 19. Jahrhundert operierte hier eine Zinnmine, die schon von weitem, durch ihren 1864 erbauten Schornstein, zu sehen ist. Dieser Schlot erinnert an die harte Arbeit vergangener Generationen, die ihre Spuren in den Felsen hinterlassen haben.

Ein kleines Turmgebäude, es sieht ein wenig wie ein Leuchtturm ohne Leuchten aus und ist auch das Letzte, was von der Cape Cornwall Mine übrig geblieben ist und wird heute im Volksmund "The Heinz Monument" genannt.

Im Jahr 1987 kaufte nämlich die, weltweit durch ihren Tomaten-Ketchup bekannte Firma, Heinz Company das Gelände an der Atlantikküste auf und schenkte es dem National Trust. Dieser nahm dieses Geschenk natürlich mit Kusshand an.

Heute ist es Teil der Cornish Mining World Heritage Site. Die US-Firma, die Niederlassungen auch in Großbritannien hat, wollte mit dieser großzügigen Geste an die ersten hundert Jahre erinnern, in denen Produkte der Heinz Company im Königreich verkauft wurden.

Bauunternehmer hatten schon ein Auge auf diese großartige Landschaft geworfen, da kam dieser Eingriff von Seiten der Firma Heinz gerade recht. Eine Steintafel, die eine Inschrift trägt, am Monument erinnert an die Schenkung.

Vom Parkplatz aus schlagen wir den Weg über eine Wiese zum St. Helen's Oratory ein.

Die Überreste dieser Kapelle und des Gebetsoratoriums liegen an einem grasbewachsenen Hang mit Blick auf das zerklüftete Meer und die Küste rund um.

Das Oratory umfasste ursprünglich eine mittelalterliche Kapelle mit zugehörigem Wohngebäude und Gehegen für die Nutztiere. Die Kapelle ist als kleines, dachloses Gebäude mit einer Länge von 6,1 m und einer Breite von 4,2 m erhalten geblieben, das bis zur Traufhöhe reicht.

Südlich und westlich der Kapelle befindet sich eine ebene Plattform, die vermutlich ein zugehöriges Wohnhaus darstellt, das größtenteils als vergrabene Elemente und Ablagerungen erhalten ist.

Um das Wohnhaus herum und an die Kapelle angeschlossen ist eine Einfriedung, die durch eine Stein- und Erdbank begrenzt wird, die bis zu 17 m lang und 9 m breit ist und an die Kapellenwände anschließt.

An einem ruhigem Tag ist es hier herrlich, muss aber unvorstellbar hart gewesen sein, als die Atlantikstürme hereinbrachen, da der Ort allen Südwestwinden ausgesetzt ist. Es ist wirklich ein Standort am „Ende der Welt“. 

Wanderer sitzen auf den Bänken, die überall an den Wegrändern stehen, und genießen den Ausblick. Der Blick in die Ferne findet keinen Halt. Ja genau, das nächste Festland ist dann tatsächlich Amerika.

Abseits des Trubels und der Massen bewahrt sich Cape Cornwall eine gewisse Authentizität. Wir sind froh, das Land’s End all die Touristen anzieht und wir nur wenige Kilometer weiter so einen netten Platz finden.

Noch einen Fun Fact am Rande. Vor der Küste von Cape Cornwall liegt im Meer eine Felsenformation, The Brisons, die in der Region noch einen anderen Namen hat, nämlich „De Gaulle in der Badewanne“.

Und tatsächlich, wenn man genau hinschaut, sieht man den Kopf des früheren französischen Staatspräsidenten mit seiner charakteristischen Nase und seinem Bauch aus dem Meer herausragen.

Vom Cape Cornwall aus startet auch der Tin Coast Wanderweg. Die sieben Meilen lange Route verläuft entlang der alten Zinnminen vom Cape Cornwall bis zum Leuchtturm von Pendeen und den Tälern im Süden. Damit sind alle Fans der TV-Serie Poldark bestens vertraut.

Die Serie spielt in der Zeit des Zinnrauschs. Zahllose Schmelzen und Zinndörfer entstanden und Cornwalls Minen, in denen mehr als 50.000 Menschen arbeiteten, deckten 2/3 des Weltbedarfs.

Hier haben die Menschen das Gestein seit Hunderten von Jahren abgebaut und auf der Suche nach Zinn und Kupfer ihre Stollen tief unter die Erde und manchmal unter das Meer getrieben. 

Diese reiche und zerklüftete Küste ist von der Bergbaugeschichte Cornwalls geprägt. Die Tin Coast, die seit 2006 zum Weltkulturerbe gehört, verfügt an ihrem zerklüfteten Rand über beeindruckende verlassene Bauwerke und verfallene Maschinenhäuser.

Hier gibt es jede Menge Geschichte. Daher ist es an einem so abgelegenen Ort mit Blick auf den Atlantischen Ozean leicht möglich, sich vorzustellen, wie das Leben vor mehreren hundert Jahren hier aussah.

Heute rahmen zerstörte Maschinenhäuser und Schornsteine ​​die Landschaft ein und schaffen eine ganz besondere Atmosphäre.

Unsere nächste Station ist Botallack. Der National Trust besitzt und unterhält auch die Zinnminen Botallack und Levant. Wir machen auf jeden Fall das Beste aus unserer Mitgliedschaft.

Für unseren Besuch in der Zinnminen Botallack nutzten wir den Parkplatz The Botallack Count House. Dies liegt direkt neben dem Zinnbergbaugebiet Botallack und ist mit der Mitgliedschaft kostenlos.

Als sich am Nachmittag der Himmel immer mehr zuzieht und Nebel aufkommt, fahren wir zurück ins Cottage.

Good Night!

Angie, Micha und Mister Bunnybear

[b3gxcryz]

@snufflvr92

[It was a usual night for Felix. Quiet, alone in his cell, just sitting on his cot with a lit cigarette in his mouth…it was mind numbing. Meanwhile, Fox was already fast asleep in his room and had appointed one of his employees to be on night guard duty beforehand to keep his captives in check, comfortably snoring in the nest he made on his bed. The younger man heard the footsteps from the guard patrolling outside, they loudly clicked and echo’d throughout the halls.

Ugh.

He slammed his head against the wall in boredom as he began to think about that guy that contacted him earlier; The snuff streamer that came WAY before Fox…one that apparently had some sort of past with him. He thought about that promise to break the blonde out of that cell, to free him from this mess he got himself dragged into. Was he even being honest? Was that guy just fucking with him? Could it have been just a troll that hacked his old account to mess with people?!

Felix sighed and took another puff from his cigarette, staring at the developing mold on the cells ceiling as he was DESPERATE for something to stimulate his mind. He prayed it wasn’t a troll, he hoped that guy was being serious about it. How would he do it though?! Fox has this placed locked up tight like Fort Knox.

Fuck.

He eventually put the cigarette butt out on his arm as he usually would, laying down on his uncomfortable cot as his eyes slowly started to close. He can sleep off the boredom, at least.

*STOMP* *STOMP* *STOMP*

Suddenly he heard additional, unfamiliar footsteps in the hallway that snapped him awake, his head whipping towards the metal door. They sounded like…stomping from heavy work boots?!

What the fuck?!]

“Hey! Who the fuck are yo- AUGH!”

*THUD* *THUD* *THUD*

“Ruhig, Arschloch!”

…

[It got quiet. Too quiet. The silence was almost eerie. Then, suddenly interrupting the silence, Felix heard the jingling sound of keys, and then out of nowhere…

*Click!*

The metal door to his cell SLAMMED open. The blonde man was almost expecting to see Fox standing there, ready to drag his ass off to that stream room, maybe he was pissed off at that employee for god knows what reason, but he didn’t recall the older man speaking in German…EVER. Instead, he was greeted by a taller, larger, and slightly younger looking man stepping into the cell, chuckling under his breath.

It definitely wasn’t Fox, nor any of his employees.

The man in question had about medium length brunette hair, it looked slightly slicked back yet VERY unkept as well. His skin was much more tan than Felix’s, and his orange-brown eyes looked oddly similar to Fox’s, but he had this…unnerving stare that weirded the other out very quickly. The most notable thing about him was his boar-like ears and tail, definitely a beastkin like Fox too.]

“Hey there, buddy. Told you I’d come!~ Sorry if I scared you or woke you up, I had to take care of that meathead outside right quick!”

[This guys German accent was VERY thick, but it was…oddly charming and almost felt comforting. He started walking around the cramped room, inspecting it for a moment out of curiosity. His wide nose wrinkled when he saw the mold growth on the ceiling, showing clear disgust for it.]

“Mein Gott! Does he not clean this place up every once in a while?! That can cause some serious damage to you!”

[The German man then turned to Felix, inspecting him now instead to take his mind off the mold. His eyebrow rose when he noticed that VERY familiar collar around the others neck. It almost made him grin, knowing that his little fox kept it this entire time, but he managed to hide his excitement upon seeing it as he quickly dug into his jackets pocket for something.]

“Turn around and hold still. I need to get that off of you…For now.”

[He then pulled out an oddly shaped key from his pocket, it was silver and matched a certain hole in the back of the shock collar Fox forced around his neck a while back for “training”.

Where the hell did he find that key?!

Nonetheless, Felix obeyed his orders and turned around as the other laid a calloused hand on his shoulder, holding him still before he crammed the key into the hole.

*Click!*

Oh my god. Finally.

The collar deactivated and snapped open as the brunette man pulled it off of Felix’s pale neck and stuffed it into the same pocket he found the key in, the burn scars that now decorated Felix’s neck giving away that it had definitely been used on him SEVERAL TIMES.

Heh. How adorable.]

“There we go! Bet that feels MUCH better, don’t it?~

Anyways let’s blow this joint, ja?”

[daughterofhecata]

For the smut prompts: 17 😊

(Wenn's noch aktuell ist.)

[smut prompts]

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place + Cotta/Goodween [ao3 link]

„Musst du Cotta eigentlich wirklich jeden Bericht einzeln bringen?“, fragte Jack, als Goodween den Raum verlassen wollte. Sein Tonfall war eine Mischung aus Belustigung und Resignation – seit bekannt war, dass sie ein Paar waren, bekam Goodween häufiger freundschaftlichen Spott ab, der in diese Richtung zielte.

„Muss ich“, erwiderte er grinsend, ließ keinen Zweifel daran, dass das nicht so ganz stimmte. Aber es war sowieso ein ruhiger Dienst, da machte es nichts aus, wenn er ab und an mal ein paar Minuten verschwand.

Und an diesem Tag noch mehr als sonst konnte er einfach das Bedürfnis nicht abschütteln, immer wieder Abstecher in Cottas Büro zu machen. Denn was ihm wieder ins Auge fiel, nachdem er nach kurzem Klopfen in Cottas Büro trat und dieser den Kopf von der Akte vor sich hob, waren die beiden dunklen Flecken an Cottas Hals.

Als Cotta am Morgen das Präsidium betreten hatte, war sein Hemd noch bis zum Kragen zugeknöpft gewesen, was die Knutschflecken zumindest größtenteils verborgen hatte, doch inzwischen hatte er erst einen, dann einen zweiten Knopf geöffnet. Bei Goodweens zweitem Besuch hatte er sich kurz demonstrativ darüber aufgeregt, dass Robert ihn dafür bereits aufgezogen hatte, doch er hatte die Knöpfe nicht wieder geschlossen.

Goodween reichte ihm die korrigierte Version seines Berichts über den Tisch, doch sein Blick lag immer noch auf Cottas Hals.

Normalerweise tat er sowas nicht, eigentlich waren sie beide nicht der Typ dafür, deutlich sichtbare Spuren zu hinterlassen, schon gar nicht an so auffälligen Stellen. Doch am Vorabend war es ein bisschen mit ihm durchgegangen – so, wie Cotta drauf gewesen war, diese Mischung aus Hunger und Innigkeit, hatte ihn vollkommen verrückt gemacht, er hatte sich mit allem, was er hatte, an ihm festgeklammert. Mit Armen, Beinen und eben auch dem Mund. Und jedes Mal, wenn er die Spuren sah, wurde ihm wieder heiß.

„Goodween“, riss ihn Cottas Stimme aus seinen Gedanken.

„Hm?“, machte er, schaffte es endlich, seinen Blick von den Flecken loszureißen und Cotta in die Augen zu sehen.

Der gerade aufstand, um den Schreibtisch herum kam.

„Was meinst du, wie lange, bis du unten vermisst wirst?“, wollte er wissen, und das Kribbeln in Goodween wurde stärker.

Er wusste genau, solange er länger als fünf Minuten brauchte, würde Jack ihm zwangsläufig einen Spruch um die Ohren hauen, schon aus Prinzip. Völlig egal, was sie getan oder nicht getan hatten.

„Lange genug“, behauptete er also, machte einen Schritt auf Cotta zu, ließ sich von ihm in einen Kuss ziehen, der keine Sekunde unschuldig blieb. Seine Finger gingen zu Cottas Hals, als könnte er die Knutschflecken ertasten, und Cotta lachte gegen seine Lippen.

[farnwedel]

Rockstar Love 07 & 08 - Instalove

Kap.7

In der nächsten Stadt verkrümeln Rico und Marc sich recht schnell nach der Ankunft im Hotel an einen See. Sie reden darüber, dass Rico der Rummel mittlerweile zu viel ist, bevor sie anfangen, rumzumachen, aber Marc besteht darauf, keinen Sex im Freien zu haben.

„Meine Güte, bist du steif. Nimm doch endlich wieder den Stock aus dem Arsch.“ Rico schob seine Hand tiefer an Marcs Jeans entlang. „Wobei, steif bleiben kannst du ruhig.“

Und das mit dem Stock im Arsch kann auch behoben werden, was?

Aus irgendeinem Grund kann Marc Rico nicht sagen, dass er fürchtet, der Stalker könne sie hier fotografieren, sondern ziert sich einfach nur so. Ey…Junge, sag das doch einfach?!?

Rico schreibt wieder an Songs, bis er müde wird und sie zurück ins Hotel gehen.

Kap.8

Selina weckt die Jungs mit einem Foto, das jemand davon gemacht hat, wie Marc Rico ein Blatt aus den Haaren zupft („Ließ mal den Kommentar darunter“ - lies mal deinen Schundroman Korrektur), sowie einem von Rico in dieser Kneipe in New York. Rico gibt zu, dass es noch eindeutigere Bilder aus dieser Nacht gibt (und dass er da was getrunken und geraucht hatte). Im Gegenzug erfährt er von den Kommentaren, weil Marc und Selina daraus und aus der Drohbotschaft, die Rico mit dem Bild erhalten hatte, schließen, dass der Stalker davon ausgeht, dass Rico schwul ist und den Frauen nur was vormacht.

Bi erasure!!

Paul, der Manager, hat eine Frau engagiert, die Ricos Freundin spielen soll, eine Personenschützerin. Super. Selina und Marc reden kurz, nichts, was Marc nicht schon in Gedanken herumgewälzt hätte. Laura, die Fake-Freundin, trifft ein, Fake-Paparazzi-Fotos werden geschossen und das Gerücht startet in die Welt.

Rico war froh, dass seine Pseudofreundin einfach nur ein Vollprofi in ihrem Job war, genau wie Marc auch.

Der Marc, der nach einem Tag mit seinem Klienten ins Bett gestiegen ist, ja? Wir reden schon von derselben Person? ��

Das Konzert läuft super. Marc hat Liebeskummer. Am nächsten Abend kommt Rico zu ihm ins Zimmer und sie haben wieder Sex, I guess.

Rico wollte noch so viel mehr, er wollte sein ganzes Leben mit Marc teilen, und er war sich wirklich sicher, dass er alles dafür geben würde, auch wenn es erforderte, dass er alles, was er sich bisher aufgebaut hatte, aufgeben müsste.

[all-my-worlds-a-stage]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me in this @bluespring864 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42 – the answer to everything.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

206,473

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days it’s mainly Tatort. And I guess I should also mention Star Trek, even though it’s been a couple of years. And then there’s the odd TV show or movie that somehow piqued my interest, plus stuff like Harry Potter and Sherlock back in the day. But my main fandom, and the one I feel most at home in, is definitely Tatort. 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Apart from the number 1 spot, these were actually quite surprising to me.

Past, Present and Beyond: Star Trek: AOS (Post-Star Trek Beyond), Kirk/Spock - Spock retrieves the box that contains the belongings of Ambassador Spock and carefully puts it on his desk.

Über Nacht Bleiben: Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne - Boerne findet, man kann nachts ruhig in einem Bett schlafen. Um nicht so allein zu sein.

Grün und richtiges Grün: Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne - „Das kann Ihnen doch völlig egal sein, mit wem ich…“ Boerne verstummte und starrte ihn aus seinen grünen Augen an. „Ist mir aber nicht egal“, sagte Thiel.

Wenn aus Münster Meer wird: Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne - Es war ein warmer Sommerabend, er hatte hervorragendes Essen vor sich stehen und er saß mit den Menschen an einem Tisch, die er eigentlich am liebsten mochte. Er hätte glücklich sein können. Aber es war ihm alles zu viel. Zu viele Menschen, zu viele Gespräche, zu viele Eindrücke. Und zu viel Boerne. Sie waren doch mal sowas wie Freunde gewesen. Warum hatten sie das kaputt machen müssen?

Late-Night Cravings: Grace and Frankie, Grace/Frankie - “Grace, I want cake!”

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh, absolutely. I love reading comments and the least I can do is say thanks when people take the time to write one. It’s also always fun to talk more about an aspect of the fic or a character, and I love when I suddenly find myself talking to people outside of the comment section. Fandom’s supposed to be about community, after all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to write happy endings. But I guess Manchmal hört sie heimlich zu (Tatort Münster, Wilhelmine Klemm/Monika Hanke-Helmhövel) and In Vino Veritas (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne & Klemm/Krusenstern) have the angstiest endings I’ve ever written. They’re both Hurt No Comfort and Unrequited Love.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess, all of my other fics have rather happy endings. I don’t actually think there is a happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven’t in ages. As I said, the Tatort fandom is nice <3 But some of the Harry Potter and Sherlock people were… intense. A couple of times people told me a fic was alright, but I should’ve written for another ship, which isn’t hate, of course, but why? And then there was this one time some biphobic asshole complained about me writing a character as bisexual ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. The explicit kind. Sometimes it serves a purpose in a story, sometimes it’s just for the fun of it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Do crossovers between different Star Trek shows or between different Tatort teams count as proper crossovers? If so, I’ve actually written quite a few of them. If not, then the only ones I’ve written were back in the day with a Harry Potter fandom friend. We used to take our favourite characters from all sorts of media, plus our self-insert OCs and send them off on all kinds of adventures together.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I know that people have used Google Translate in order to read my German language fic for a French movie.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep, see question 10. Also, @fallingforfandoms and I are currently working on a Tatort AU together, which is very exciting.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I don’t actually know. It varies. But Kirk/Spock, Janeway/Crusher, Thiel/Boerne and Klemm/Lürsen will always be among my favourites.  

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’ve got the beginnings of a Star Trek Bake Off AU somewhere. I still love the idea, but right now I can’t really imagine that I will ever continue writing it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh boy, maybe my readers would be better at answering this question. I like to think that I’m quite alright at writing dialogue. But maybe that’s because it's what I find most enjoyable and what often comes to me fairly easy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel that my writing sometimes lacks description or insights into a character between dialogue. And I’m not that good with longer stories. Plotting is hard for those, especially for crime shows, when you want to incorporate the crime aspect. And I am a slow writer.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it fits the story, sure. So far, I’ve mainly used dialect rather than a completely different language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Star Trek in 5th grade or so. But I didn’t know that I was writing fanfic or what a fandom even was. First thing I published was for Harry Potter, and first thing I published on AO3 was for Tatort Münster.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I’m bad at choosing favourites. It would depend on my mood, I guess. Right now, if I absolutely had to pick one, I’d probably go with In Vino Veritas, which might be strange, since it’s a rather short one and doesn’t have a happy ending. But I just like it.

Tagging @fallingforfandoms @thotstochter @iiiflow @cornchrunchie and @carlomenzinger if you feel like sharing a bit about your writing.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Till’s parents were well regarded but they still send him away when he was around 8 year-old as they couldn’t handle him. His father even thought of institutionalizing him because he was different as a child. It’s good he has a good relationship with his mother today and that he forgave her. He was always close to his sister though I think.

Yes, he seems very close with his mom and his sister, *and* his kids and all of the extended family 🌺

And from the epilogue of 'Mike Oldfield im Schaukelstuhl' he also made his peace (at least to some extend) with his dad in the final months of his life, he describes visiting him in hospital as "..eine gute, friedliche, ruhige Zeit. Wir haben sogar viel gelacht." (a good, peaceful, quiet time. We even laughed a lot) 🌺

Till had and still has such an interesting life, even the last couple of years, working a lot, travelling a lot, meeting all kinds of interesting people...Till's autobiography easily could be a six-part series 🌺

Personally i think that he prefers to express himself through his art at the moment, and doesn't really feel the need to make a biography 'about' himself, i think he much rather let his art speak for him 🌺 ofcourse i could be wrong, who knows, we'll just have to wait and see 😊