#sonne asks

[sketchyspirit]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙  

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

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please reblog, I paint for the # comments  

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

susannah sonn from love in hate nation is lesbian (canon)

submitted by anonymous

[cimprlina]

At this point I'm convinced that the Rammstein Sonne dwarfs are gonna be way better than whatever CGI the new Snow White gives us.

[kurp-stuff]

Well the french in the last episode of iwtv was certainly something

[smute]

Alles gute zum Geburtstag! Hoffe du machst dir einen schönen Tag an diesem tatsächlich sonnigem Sonntag :D

aww dankeschööön!! 💕🌷

[sunlitmcgee]

THE BOYYYY

THE BAYYBBEEEEE HIII HIII I WAVING AT HIM

[twstrhythm]

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

owo

Ooh!~ Well for this one, I will be mentioning some OCs that belong to my dear friend @twstwhisper

Crushes:

Sebastien Cadieux has a crush on Nalani Kalani. If those feelings are requited, it is hard to tell. He also likes Sonne Clemens.

Aster Nightshade has a crush on Nyneve Brennan. While he is not good at showing his feelings, it is likely his feelings are understood. The two of them get along well.

Longwei Jiang has a crush on Roche Laverne. Longwei isn't really good at expressing his feelings but he is trying.

Relationships:

Jian-Yu Song is dating Ziwei Lin. These two are very obvious with their affections through words and gifts. And it is a pain for others to deal with. Anyone in Heartslabyul cannot escape it since these two are in that dorm together. So yes. Feelings are definitely requited.

Some could say that Xue Long Yang and Jiawen Zhang are dating, but it is hard to tell. They seem like they could be just friends, but who really knows? Xue Long doesn't really seem like the kind of person to show much affection, but he shows he cares for Jiawen through little gifts.

Sonne Clemens, Nyneve Brennan, Roche Laverne, Ziwei Lin, and Jiawen Zhang belong to @twstwhisper

[guysofeurovision]

How do we feel about Nicklas Sonne (DMGP)? 👀👀

We feel like a hard pass.

I mean, at first glance he can mislead you...

...but then you take a closer look and it's a no-no.

[loumauve]

🎶✨️when u get this put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

a) Sufjan Stevens - Fourth of July

b) Wir Sind Helden - Kaputt (it was between this and Labyrinth but that one always gives me flashbacks to the poem I wrote ages back)

c) The New Pornographers - Challengers

d) Saosin - You're Not Alone

e) Kat Cunning - Supernova (tigers blud)

bonus: Guilty Moon (from the Moon Hunters OST)

[ambreiiigns]

hey i'm not too familiar with these bands but i got into ghost because of you and your last post got me curious about rammstein? what do you mean with porn music video? lol??

HEHEHEH FIRST OF ALL 🤭🤭🤭 GOOD JOB ME FOR BAGGING ANOTHER ONE AND GOOD JOB YOU FOR HAVING TASTE AND I'M A LITTLE BIT SORRY ALSO

secondly i mean rammstein mein teil music video one guy was getting his Dick sucked irl on that set bc the director didn't want it to be Fake he wanted it to be REAL (girl this is not a movie you are directing a german industrial metal music video. it is not worth it) and i also mean most famously the music video for their song appropriately named Pussy can only be found like on the pornhub and the likes bc it's just the band members' heads edited on top of actors who were performing like a bunch of cliches from porn videos or whatever so it's just. porn. can't be on youtube !! + clips of the band performing the song dressed up in the coolest outfits they've ever wore at the same time bc usually at least ONE bitch will look like absolute shit. this was the ONE time everyone looked COOL. and it happened for the PUSSY MUSIC VIDEO. but then i also mean the? or one of the? music video(s?) for the song Till The End (not technically rammstein it's one of the singer's side projects or smth) which is just him having sex w The Girls but it's also like kinda depressing in some ways idk. anyway rammstein weird as fuck but also at the same time they can make music videos like deutschland which is an iconic beautiful stunning masterpiece so if i got you into ghost trust me take the leap and get into rammstein too. it gets better

[serieapocalyptiquedecass]

Bonjour, je viens de tomber sur ton blog, et je sais que c'est un petit détail mais faut que tu y fasse gaffe quand même. Tu réfère Cass uniquement avec le pronom Elle. Dans les faits, Cass ne dévoile pas son identité et utilise tout les pronoms. Les gens peuvent se référer à lui en tant que il/elle/iel

Salut !

Alors je suis un peu perturbé'e par ce ask parce que... As-tu vraiment bien regardé ce blog???

Si tu regardes mes posts tu pourras remarquer que j'évite d'utiliser des pronoms et adjectifs/etc qui s'accordent. Ce qui fait qu'il y a un seul paragraphe total où j'ai utilisé des pronoms pour Cass, et il s'avère juste que ce coup là je suis tombé sur le féminin.

Donc oui, il y a un paragraphe dans le masterpost où en effet j'utilise elle et le féminin, mais 1) il y a aussi deux instances (une dans le masterpost et une dans une partie) où j'ai mis du neutre (créateurice et productifve) et 2) c'est sûr que si je n'ai utilisé des pronoms qu'une seule fois, je ne peux pas en avoir utilisé d'autres. Et c'est parce que la plupart du temps je dis juste "Cass".

Ma logique pour Cass c'est que puisqu'il n'a rien précisé sur son genre et s'en fout pour les pronoms, bah j'évite juste pour laisser planer le même "mystère" qu'en anglais. Il y a des fois où je ne peux pas reformuler au risque de perdre le sens de la phrase (ou ça devient redondant, comme la phrase d'avant) et où je dois donc utiliser des pronoms et/ou accorder des mots, ce qui me force donc à faire un choix.

Ma logique globale pour les pronoms et accords c'est que quand je dois faire un choix, soit c'est la première fois et je prend au hasard, soit c'est pas la première fois et je regarde ce que j'ai utilisé précédemment pour alterner. Il y a aussi le fait que dans une même phrase (et des fois paragraphe) je préfère garder le même pronom pour la même personne.

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Je dois quand même préciser que Cass a dit any pour la question des pronoms. Ce qui fait donc qu'en soit, si quelqu'un veut utiliser un seul pronom pour Cass, c'est pas un problème.

Je te remercie cependant pour ce ask parce que c'est vrai que je n'ai rien précisé par rapport à ça sur Cass et que non seulement c'est pas affiché sur son blog mais aussi il est totalement en anglais.

Donc pour information: Cass n'a pas donné son genre et n'a pas donné de pronoms précis (je pars du principe que any veut dire qu'on fait ce qu'on veut). Il est donc possible d'utiliser ce que vous voulez et donc aussi d'alterner et d'accorder comme bon vous semble.

[viralstars]

@ask-the-boogeyman from [x]

Myers does not sit, and as much as Wesker would like to pretend to be surprised by that, he isn't. The one they call the Shape is cleverer than people give him credit for, and knows that he can intimidate others with his size.

On an ordinary man, it may have worked. But Albert Wesker is anything but ordinary-- as evidenced by the fact that he is here, in this damnable realm, forced to run trial after trial as though he were a plaything. He wonders if the man before him has ever considered the position they are in, wonders if he accepts it... And that is precisely what he has extended this invitation to try to determine.

"Thank you for coming," he says calmly. He himself is seated, tucked into his desk chair in the S.T.A.R.S. office as though this were still an ordinary art-museum-turned-police-station, and nothing were out of the ordinary about this whatsoever. "I hope you didn't have any trouble finding your way here."

He doesn't expect an answer. That is part of the reason he chose to specifically seek out Michael Myers-- he understood what was being said to him, but whether or not he had any true capacity for expressive language was unclear. He doubted the other would ever need to be concerned about the other spilling his precious secrets.

"Do you not grow tired," he asks, watching the other for any shift in body language, "of doing this Entity's bidding, day in and day out? Of killing who you are told to kill, when you are told to do it? Of no longer having a choice?" He pauses, intending to give the other a chance to mull over the words. He does not expect a response-- not yet.

"....What if I could offer you your freedom," he continues after a few moments. "Your agency, returned to you? I would only require your assistance in securing it."

[amethyst-cave]

can you tell me about your oc :0

HI!! @mspec-genderqueer-polypd

so let me start by saying this is going to be the most rambly thing ever and everything I have written for them is in german so excuse my english.

Okay so their name is Hyazinth and they live in a modern magic universe with witches. And they weren't supposed to be the main character but they are in my heart and I'm sort of considering to rewrite the story from their perspective, but for that I have to finish the original story first.

Anyways they're in a poly relationship with three other witches that met by fate and they are all in love /p and /r. All four of them get to know each other (before they all know they're magic) and then they move in together and are happy but not before one of them (her names Fiona and shes a sweetheart but gets lost in her thirst for knowledge) does something stupid and gets really really hurt leaving her out and permanently injured. Hyazinth is her best friend but he's so angry and frustrated because Fiona does not take good enough care of herself.

But they all get their shit together in the end and live as happy as they can be.

Also a few fun facts about them because I love them soso much:

They have a podcast where they interpret peoples dreams and tell them what sort of spells they should perform to help them. Half of the fanbase thinks it's fantasy and made up but the other half knows that they're forreal.

I haven't mentioned him but they and Mila (one of the four fucks) are in a qpp.

Fiona and them had a friends with benefits relationship for a while, but they stopped because it stopped being something they wanted.

They also make custom enchanted jewlery and are very good at working with metal

This is sort of what they look like but since I can't draw it isn't 100% accurate since I made it on piccrew.

anywanys I hope you enjoyed my rambles I love talking

[deadghosy]

“WHO ARE YOU?”

ADAM X ANGEL! READER

🦆Sorry if it’s long lol, I got inspired by the song to make this ✨

A echoing lullaby goes around the garden of Eden. Waking up a male human who was taking a rather long nap as his eyes open.

Adam, the first man was sitting under a tree sighing as his memory of his first wife leaving him strikes him. He never thought he would be left like that as he oddly felt sad but also felt nothing as he didn’t know how to control his emotions. But then the echoing lullaby broke him out of his train of thought.

He shook his head, thinking it was just nothing. But the echoing of the melody got louder, and louder, and loud in his head to the point it was like a siren calling out for him to follow the voice. He looks up to see a beam of light strike down. Everything rumbles, making the first man fall to his stomach at the powerful shake.

Adam coughed, sitting up as he dusted himself off and stood up fully. He walked through the garden, following the enchanting melody. He closes his eyes, feeling as if the melody swirled around him. Making him him feel like dream as he flutters his eyes.

“What…is that…?” Adam asked himself as he blinked amazed at what is happening. He couldn’t believe it as he is thinking it’s a blessing from god himself.

He finally reached the section of the garden as the beam of light vanishes in a blink before it started to act weird.

The light flickers from behind the tree branches covering the view of what could be behind the cause of this blinding light and melody voice calling out for him. He lets out a breath and lifts up the branch.

He sees a glowing figure, the figure glowed so bright like the stars as the figure’s face was covered by the light that arises from its own body. He had to blink a couple of times to get use to its light.

“Who are you?” He says in a low tone to not scare whatever it is. The figure was in a sitting position, having their knees close to their chest as four pair of wings spout out of their back. Even head wings as a blinding light covers their face, making them faceless at some point. They turned to the man as they stood up, the light getting brighter as a sun in the sky. They seemed to be naked as their breasts/pecs were most noticeable in features from the light that Adam couldn’t bear much long to stare.

“Do not be afraid..”

The voice whispers, but the whisper sounded loud as Adam suddenly passes out by a bright light. He wakes up to see everything practically normal as he touches his eyes to see if anything went on with him. But there was nothing, it was like the figure wasn’t even real to say. It kinda scared Adam before the lull sky rolls in his head calming down any thoughts in the first man’s head as he heard bushes rustling to see a lady. Who he must assumed was his new wife, Eve.

Years pass as that same melody echos in his head every time he thinks about you. Usually when Adam feels pissy, that melody calms him down out of nowhere. When he feels happy, it hums in his head. When he feels sad..which is never really an issue to be sad in heaven, he would hear it softly.

It’s gotten to the point he talked to sera about it, but she didn’t really know either. That made Adam get angered as the lullaby lulls in his head making him calm down. Sera sees Adam relaxed oddly after showing his anger towards her. He found it odd at how he could calm down that instantly. That’s when sera finally realizes what’s going on.

“$!@$&/&” Sera tries to say but she grabs her throat. It was like a barrier got caught in her throat, preventing her from saying the truth.

Adam raised a brow at her, “what? You got imaginary dick in your mouth or somethin'?” He asked as sera has a panicked look trying to explain. But only nothing came out.

“Listen, if you wanna fuck with me. Then fine. Bye bitch.” He said flipping her off as sera just screams in silence gaining weird looks. Adam walks through the streets of heaven pissed off. He knew he wasn’t going crazy as he literally heard it from afar and not in his head most definitely. Lute came by him, “Sir! Sera wanted me to make sure you are alright.” Adam rolled his eyes at the angel solider beside him. “Well, tell her I don’t need to be checked on. I’m the first man for Christ sake! I can handle whatever the fuck is going on with me.” He says before flying off from Lute. She scrunched her face a bit before sighing. She also flies away.

It’s now night time as Adam sighs sitting in his bed. He couldn’t get the soft lullaby out of his head…it sucked for him as he gripped his fist, feeling the sharp nails in grave into his own palms. He lets out a shaky breath as he swore he felt eyes on his back. He turned around to find nothing there. So why did he feel paranoid? He didn’t know why but it sucked mad ass as this is heaven for crying out loud. Why should he even be paranoid. He scoffed at his own thoughts and laid down. Not knowing someone was coming to visit him.

A light shines from his ceiling making Adam squint his closed eyes at the brightness. He slowly opens his eyes to see four pair of wings sprout out gracefully as a hum enters the room. It was like a huge hug around Adam’s bedroom as the figure has their hands in a praying gesture “Do not fear.” The figure says as they slowly flew to Adam who is laying down with a “wtf” face as the light blinds his eyes. Adam sits up seeing the light had dimmed a bit as he stares into the “face” of the person he so longed to see after years. His eyes widen to grab your cheek. He felt that is was real as an echoing hum enters his tears that he heard for so long. He couldn’t believe that it was you as you slowly brought up a hand to touch the side of his face. Adam softly leaned it in, making him feel as if this was back when he first met you. Even if you practically ran away from him, it felt nostalgic to have you by him.

“Hello Adam…” you said with a loud whisper. The whisper sounded soft but harsh as Adam looks at you confused. “Who are you?..” he asked like the first time he did. You seemingly smile behind your “light” mask as you tell him your name. “ I am no one….but you can name me…” Adam scoffs but then starts to think of a name that would fit you. As he stares at you, he notices this time you aren’t naked like how he first met you. You were in a full pure white gown. “How about Y/N? How does that sound?” He asked with a smirk, proud of the name he gave you. You hummed softly with a nod liking the name he gave you.

The whole night you two talked like old friends who had plans to go out. It was exhausting for Adam as he just wanted it sleep, but he felt awake listening to you as you talked in a soft tone that could easily put him to sleep. It was like he could talk to you for hours. Yes he made some harsh remarks and comments like he usually does. But he listened and respected when you talked. It was like you had a leash on him to control on how he acts at least. Suddenly a bell rang from your watch as you stood from his bed. It was time for you to go.

“Goodbye Adam…” Y/N says as their wings sprout, making a circle above their head. Adam’s eyes widen going to grab them to make them stay. But he failed as Y/N made a praying hand gesture, their light getting brighter.

A glowing light blinded Adam as he covers his eyes. As he stopped rubbing his eyes, he looked around his room to not find the glowing figure anymore as he scoffed. But the sight of your appearance made him softly smile. He could still hear the echoing lullaby in his head as he lays down in his bed.

With one mutter of a word, he whispers the name of the figure he made for, “Y/N.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

SUMMARY: Charles and your son buy you a meaningful gift for your birthday

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Pairing: Charles leclerc x reader, dad! Charles leclerc

Your sons hand was held tightly in Charles as they walked through the Store. The two were on a mission to find you a gift for your birthday. Your son was going on and on about how he wanted to get you a big gift. Macaroni necklace were no longer satisfying to the little boy anymore.

After a bit Charles caved and decided to take him to buy you something. After you left to go out with your girlfriends, the two leclerc’s went on their hunt

“We get a big gift Papa.” Your son said to Charles. The two looked through the aisles trying to figure out what to get. Charles suggested a mug and makeup but your son was quick to say no.

“Qu'est-ce qu'on va avoir ?" (What are we going to get).’ Charles stopped, kneeling down to your son’s height. The 4 year old pressed his pointer finger to his chin, eyebrows knitted as he started to think.

“I don’t know.”

Charles hummed. “Maybe we can get her some jewelry. Comment sonne un collier?” (how does a necklace sound?)

Your son face lit up and he quickly nodded. Charles stood back up and took his son’s hand leading them to the jewelry store.

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“Wow, look at all these papa!” Your son peered into the glass case looking at all the different pieces of jewelry. Charles smiled. He loved watching your son getting fascinated by the little things in life.

“so which necklace should we get for Maman?” Charles asked after your son was done looking at the display.

“We get those most beautiful one.”

“how about we get something with your name on it?” Charles leads your son over to the necklace with names on it. Charles and your son spent a few minutes discussing what they should get.

After a bit of tiny bickering they settled on a necklace that said mama and a charm with both Charles and your son’s initials.

As Charles and your son walked out of the store after Charles paid your son couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Je suis vraiment enthousiaste.” (I’m so excited)

Charles chuckled placing the boy in his car seat. While Charles buckled him up he couldn’t help but tell him a few last words.

“When we get home you can’t tell Maman we got her the necklace. We have to wait till tomorrow. Pinky promise me you won’t say a thing.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. Your son quickly wrapped his pinky around his father’s. “I promise!”

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Charles and your son made it home around the time you did. For the rest of the night Charles and your son kept their secret between them both.

Whenever you asked what they did while out all they did was mumble nothing with a little smirk.

The next day Charles woke up as soon as the sun peaked over horizon to get your birthday started. He slipped out of bed quietly so he didn’t wake you up and got dressed. It wasn’t unusual for Charles to get up early so if you saw him missing it wouldn’t be suspicious.

He left the apartment and ran to the store quickly. He got your favorite flowers and some pastries and tea from your favorite bakery.

When he returned home you were still fast asleep unaware of his run.

Charles creeped into your sons room quietly. The little boy was fast asleep in his car bed with his teddy bear tucked under his arm. He looked so peaceful. Charles didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew if he didn’t your son would be upset.

“Hey y/s/n, C'est l'heure de se lever.” (time to get up)

Your son sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Is it Maman birfday?”

Charles hummed. “Yes it is. Ready to get her the gifts we got?”

Your son nodded and tore the blanket off his body. He was ready.

You were fast asleep when you felt jumping on the bed. Groaning you Slowly opened your eye’s. The first thing you see is your smiley son standing In your bed in his Ferrari pajamas.

“Maman, Joyeux anniversaire!!”(happy birthday) your son leaned down and kissed your cheek gently something he learned from watching his dad.

“happy birthday Mon amour. We got you some breakfast from your favorite bakery and some flowers.”

Charles sat the breakfast bag and flowers on your nightstand before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your other cheek.

“maman me and papa got you a present yesterday!”

You son took the gift from Charles and handed it to you. The little boy giggled with excitement as you began ripping the paper off the present.

You gasped when you saw the necklace in the box. “ This is amazing baby!”

“It has Mama on it for you and me and papa’s initials.” Your son smiled proudly as he explained.

“I love it. I’m going to wear it every day.” You leaned over and kissed your son Chubby cheek making him giggle. you turning to Charles and doing the same.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked Charles. Your husband smiles, “of course.”

You turned around letting Charles place the necklace around your neck. You looked down at it taking it in. You weren’t lying when you said you were going to wear it every day. It was beautiful, it’s going to be your prize possession forever.

“Im hungry.” You heard your son say. He eyeballed the bag on the table. Charles laughed. “Ok let’s eat breakfast then later we’re going to get ready so I can take maman on to other surprises.”

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My request are open for any Charles fics because I have no ideas. Also if I write more dad fics what should I call the boy?

[gildedkrone]

meine Sonne

“Why do you keep waiting for him?”

The sunsets are the colours of violet on the metropolis and the drink in your hand has long gone cold. Winters in London are brutal; rainy days and grey skies overcast with the doubts in the heart—forlornly watching the future become present.

“Schatz, I want to know.” The Austrian flag on his arm, with some of its thread loose from the physicality of his job, never once replaced as the man held your patchwork on his uniform as always. He always said, it’s from you—that’s what makes it special.

The patch had been with him through heaven and hell and now, it brings him to the Sky Garden dome in London. The poignant stares are nothing to him as he rests a palm on yours between plates of half finished meals.

His heart is twisting so painfully and pulling into dead knots when he spots the glisten near your eyes and the restraint it takes to hold back, knowing that he hasn’t yet earned the right to wipe away those tears of someone else’s making.  

“I don’t know.” He moves closer and you finish the drink in one go and gloved hands take the glass away from you before it could fall through your fingers and go smashing into the marble flooring.

“I guess I thought I had a chance with him. I—hic—I-He told me I was worth it, once. Back during the mission in Siberia, he came back for me. Even if everyone told him not to, he still came back and I—I just thought we had something.”

König listens.

“I keep waiting for him, because one day, I don’t fucking know, I wish he would just see me—see that I’m here. That I am here, waiting for him. All of his extra duties, I take them. I do everything to show him that I-I care about him and he—”

“He never acknowledges them. He knows I am the one doing all of this for him and yet …”

König grasp on your palm tightens and he offers a napkin.

“Y-you shouldn’t have to hear about this. I’m sorry, König.” The bellow in his throat is building to a fervour; all the words he wanted to say, locked away behind a wall he’s built with his own hands.

For once, König wishes to live without the social anxiety that’s come to shadow his existence.

“It’s not right”—he speaks with such conviction and the mask around his face shifts with the rippling flesh underneath—“it’s not right, what he’s doing to you.”

“I just … keep waiting for him and he never looks back. Not since his sergeant met his death two months ago.”

John MacTavish. König has heard of him before, in passing comment.

“I keep holding out for hope; hope that he would at the very least, tell me, if he isn’t interested at all. His glances make me stay, even if he shows it to others. A few months ago, he even made a toast during a Christmas party. He said my name, you know? I thought I was dreaming, but it was my name he spoke.”

I thought we had something, unspoken.

It’s the hope that destroys us all—König knows this, knows this all too well.

“He gives you just enough attention to keep you wanting him, but never enough to make a move.”

You grimace is sardonic and you agree with him.

“Yeah. I … Is it so much to ask for to be loved?”

No, it’s not, schatz.

“This relationship? It’s not healthy and you … you don’t deserve this. Not you, you deserve far better. Far better than a man who would lead you on, and never give you anything in return.”

“Who else could love me, König?”

Me.

“Don’t say that. I … you are worthy of someone better. You are.” He wishes for the strength to say he could.

The crackle and burst of tangerine and purple across the space draws your attention to the fireworks outside. Cold whips across your jacket and König settles beside you and the night sky lights up with fireworks showering London in splendour you once felt seeing Ghost.

Not anymore. Not ever since that day when he took everything away with him into the afterlife.

Fur tickles your face and a heavy weight settles on your shoulders and it’s warm. König pulls the jacket tighter around you and streaks of gold fireworks echo in his eyes in trails of comet dust of longing.

“You always did love the gold ones. Remember in university? In Norway on new year’s eve, how our friends made fun of us for our awful pronunciation and you said something like … ish leeber dick?”

“Ich liebe dich.”

“Yeah, that one. Could never understand what it meant.”

“It … it means I love you.”

His eyes widen and hope—hope is a firecracker in his hands lit and burning with a fuse to no return; time to detonation is nigh.

“What?”

“Verdammt … I—I … fuck …”

He looks anywhere but at you and when he makes a move, his hands are with yours and his eyes are overwhelmed with emotion in depths of blue seas.

“I … schatz, I … I know it’s not my place to comment on your relationship with Ghost but he isn’t a good partner. You deserve more, more than what he gives you and with the sincerity of someone who wants, loves you.”

He presses on, afraid if he stopped he would never start again.

“Your love is not second rate, second class or anything.” He drops your hands to grasp your arms. “I … I can’t stand watching your throw your love away like that. Not when I’m here.”

His jacket is warm with more than just the heat of the man.

“It’s not fair to make you compete with a dead man for love. It’s not right and Stärke, I—I am here. And … I want to show you what love can be.”

“What love can be?”

“If you let me, liebling.”

Impossibly soft and brimming with yearning, the fuse burns through and the world explodes into colour. Of tears and light overpowering the shadows following him since youth into oblivion, König’s scarred lips are pressed against yours in repressed longing and you are pulled in close by his arm around your back.

Finally, he wipes away the tears and love tastes like the chap stick König uses and more. It’s indescribable, with it depth and intangible strings and he holds on tightly with all of his being.

“Your patch is fraying, König.”

“I’ve got you to fix it up for me.”

Ich liebe dich so sehr, meine Liebe. Du strahlst mit den Farben der Sonne. Ich bin so glücklich, dich in meinem Leben zu haben.

Sei mein und nur mein, Liebling.

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