#vögelchen

[georgesboulevard]

Love you, birdy

[doktorzank]

Vogel fliegt raus

[breitzbachbea]

I fucking LOVE it when an idiom works both in English and in German. Either because it has the same components or because the English one also has the same opportunity for fun use in the text. Get in!

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & NICKNAMES THEY PREFER FOR YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. this may not be accurate, most of these (except for mandarin) are from google!!! and please be gentle when giving feedback. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

亲亲, which means dear one, in mandarin. the words are often softly spoken — so soft, you almost always miss it. the blush on his cheeks when he murmurs it aloud is a telltale sign, though.

zhongli

亲爱的, which means dearest, in mandarin. he loves peppering his words with this sweet nickname — the meaning extends to dear, dearest, darling, and sweetheart. when you first asked him what it meant, he just smiled.

diluc

mein herz, which means my heart, in german. the words are so soft yet so sweet on his tongue, and he can’t stop himself from repeating it in his mind every single minute you and him spend apart from one another.

kaeya

vögelchen, which means little bird, in german. this isn’t kaeya’s native language, but he picked it up after spending so many years living in mondstadt. he thinks you’re like a bird — carefree, peaceful, and a sweet reminder of hope.

childe

Солнце, which means the sun, in russian. the sun, because that’s what you remind childe of — the person who makes his days brighter and happier and the bringer of so, so many good things for him.

neuvillette

ma raison de vivre, which means my reason for living, in french. why? well, you’re his reason for living, simply put. you’re the reason he gets out of bed in the mornings to work, and to enjoy the things that fontaine has to offer. and he makes sure you know it.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

WOW I can't believe you opened them! I adore you! Please Tumblr lacks Krueger fanfic, can you write something NSFW enemies to lovers, where he and the reader joined Chimera at the same time and are at "war" with each other mainly because reader is an ass, she likes to annoys Krueger by constantly reminds him that she is younger (like four/five years, no more) than him and more skilled as a soldier and sniper making Krueger get on his nerves? Sorry for my wtriting, english is not my language and i'm not good at it, i hope i was clear enough and i also hope i formulated the right question without violating your requests. Thank you and good job at the flower shop!

—Ain't Giving Up My Pride

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

You have to wonder if you expected to be ass-up and face-down getting fucked in the back of a storage room today, and you have to admit, the answer is most likely a resounding negative. 

But war is always interesting.

Krueger and yourself had a little…thing…going on. Call it what you will—a rivalry, a large annoyance, whichever word better fits the state of twin crashing atoms constantly waiting to prove something to the other. To you, any real satisfaction can only be drawn by the way his shrouded head would look your way with obvious scorn—imagining a sneer to his lips as you walked past and smirked, loudly talking about your success at the firing range. 

About beating the top mark yet again. Krueger. 

“Interesting, hm?” He grunts to you now, belt jingling as you hide your burning face into your arm; pelvic bones getting repeatedly pushed into the crate. “Little winner, yes? Willing to bet she only feels good when she gets filled up by my cock.”

You open your mouth to speak, but his hands on your hips drive them backward and forward, skin smacking rapidly as your speech is reduced to garbled whines and loud moans. It was pathetic how fast he was already working you to that point—pussy spasming and legs kept open by Krueger’s hands. 

“Hm?” The man leans in close, his fully-geared chest stapling itself to your spine. “What was that?”

“F-fuck,” you blink quickly. 

He chuckles, covered face hidden from you. “That is what I—”

“Fuck better than you shoot,” you gasp, hips instinctually meeting his thrusts as your toes curl, pants at your feet, and a stain of fluids dripping down to them. The man falters, pace stuttering as you shove yourself back into him with a shiver down your vertebrae. 

His throat releases a low growl moments later, hand going to the back of your neck as you smirk. But any chuckle is lost as you’re pulled by the collar of your shirt backward, getting kept to Krueger’s front as the prodding ruthlessness of his member drives itself home again and again.

You gasp loudly, eyes snapping back and mouth releasing tight moans before a hand covers your lips, a low snarl in your scalp. 

“You always have such a mouth, Vögelchen,” he grunts, feeling the effect of your tight cunt himself as he draws closer to his finish—what you did to him was criminal; no one should make him act like this, like a heathen in the back rooms seeking a carnal release into your womb. “How do I fix this, then?” 

You pant from behind his hand, letting him play with you like a doll because, damn if this wasn’t the best sex you’d ever had. 

“Ah,” he replies to himself, that smooth voice right in your ear as he moves a hand down to play with your clit. You tense up, noises of pleasure heard from behind the tight press of his grip. “Yes, that’s it.” Your release snaps through you like a storm—not even a proper build-up before it shatters what little of your mind is left at this point. Not once did Krueger’s hips slow or stop, pushing you through it until you were whining like a dog, another round started just like that even as the man rides his own high, spilling into you.

The wet splatter of cum leaks to the floor as you’re back facing the crate, eyes rolling back into your head and body shaking with unchecked pleasure.  A shuddering growl is right in your ear, a heavy body rocking against your spine.

“I have to fuck it out of you.”

[drenched-in-sunlight]

A little comic I did for an AU where Arquebus captured 621 right after the Ice Worm mission and they never managed to escape.

Freud and Snail who captured a scavenger bird.

Rusty who did not get the chance to confess.

621 who did not remember a single thing.

vögelchen means little bird.

I feel dumb posting the comic without even posting my design of Freud and Snail yet so I include them at the end.

[f1haaland]

mick schumacher x vettel’s daughter?? i would love to see what you come up with! 🤍🤍

𝐯𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 / 𝑴𝑺𝟒𝟕

pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

summary: just mick and y/n constantly hitting on each other in public social media.

author's note: ignore the whole sebastian's age problem, we know.

warnings: friends to lovers trope. vögelchen means little bird in german.

— social media au | face claim: sophia flöersch

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yn_vettel Happy birthday to me!! 20 years being the luckiest (and hottest) girl alive!!

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f1girly omg happy birthday Y/n!!!

mickschumacher 2 decades being the most annoying person alive

⤷ yn_vettel you love me

⤷ mickschumacher Can't say otherwise

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sebastianvettel 20 years since the first time I met you. You make me the proudest father every single day. Happy birthday, vögelchen. ❤️

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yn_vettel danke papa 🥹🫶🏻

mickschumacher Don't let yourself be fooled people, her mental age is 11

⤷ yn_vettel haha you're so funny it makes me want to hit your pretty face

⤷ mickschumacher You think I'm pretty? 🥺

lewishamilton Happy birthday Y/n! Roscoe is sending you wet kisses and wishing you an amazing day

⤷ yn_vettel thanks Lew, thanks Roscoe! love you both sm 🥰

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yn_vettel my two favorite unemployed boys 🫶🏻

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danielricciardo I thought I was your favorite unemployed boy

⤷ yn_vettel you're the third one, danny boy 😚

micksmile Y/n is such a supportive daughter and (girl)friend

sebastianvettel I'm retired, not unemployed

⤷ yn_vettel still jobless, papa

schumivettel Wake up babe new roast between Y/n and Mick has dropped

mickschumacher Excuse me? I have a job

⤷ yn_vettel now show me the seat lol

⤷ mickschumacher I can show you where to seat lol

⤷ yn_vettel you're no fun 😒

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yn_vettel I found this homeless man around the Mercedes motorhome. I adopted him.

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mickschumacher so I'm yours now?

⤷ yn_vettel yes you are

⤷ mickschumacher I'm okay with that I guess

mickcedess MAKE IT OFFICIAL ALREADY

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mickschumacher sleeping beauty

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yn_vettel do you enjoy taking pictures of sleeping ladies?

⤷ mickschumacher Only if they're pretty and sleeping in my house

⤷ yn_vettel you have a comfy couch

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yn_vettel here's the monaco dump and some mick content.

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mickschumacher What happened to the soft launch?

⤷ yn_vettel we have been soft launching for ages. now you can say you love me in public.

⤷ mickschumacher I've been saying it for ages, vögelchen.

[skywalker1dream]

title: the mystery

note: so i just watched Serendipity and i had this idea, but i changed things. hope you like it, hoping you are having good day or night. drink water and eat healthy <3

seabstian vettel x reader

Warnings: None?

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The train to Italy rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clattering a soothing backdrop to the journey. The summer sun poured through the windows, casting warm, golden beams across the carriage. You were immersed in a book, the pages a welcome distraction from the monotony of travel. As you turned a page, a flicker of light caught your eye. You glanced up, and your breath hitched.

Sitting across from you was a young man, not much older than you, with tousled blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. His blue eyes were fixed on something outside the window, lost in thought. You couldn't help but stare, captivated by the way the light played in his hair, making it glow like a halo. He looked like something out of a fairy tale, and you found it impossible to look away.

Your gaze must have lingered too long, because suddenly, those blue eyes shifted and met yours. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he said nothing. Embarrassed, you quickly returned to your book, cheeks flaming. The silence between you was thick with unspoken words, but neither of you made a move to break it.

Minutes stretched into an hour, the train speeding through the picturesque countryside. You tried to focus on your book, but the presence of the boy in front of you was a constant distraction. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, he spoke.

"Do you always stare at strangers on trains?" His voice was light, teasing.

You looked up, surprised by his sudden approach. "Only the ones who look like they're glowing," you replied, your tone matching his.

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "I suppose I should be flattered then. What's so interesting about a guy on a train?"

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Maybe it's the mystery. Who are you? Where are you going? Why are you on this train?"

He leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mystery, huh? He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, mystery it is. How about we choose nicknames for each other instead?"

You nodded, liking the idea. "hmm you look like a 'Sunshine' to me," you said, thinking of how his hair had caught the light.

He laughed softly, a pleasant sound that made you smile. "Sunshine, huh? I like it." He looked at you thoughtfully. "I'll call you 'Vögelchen' then."

You blinked, unfamiliar with the word. "What does that mean?"

He grinned. "It's a secret. You'll have to figure it out on your own."

You pouted playfully. "That's not fair. At least give me a hint."

He leaned in, conspiratorial. "It’s something small and precious."

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Alright, Sunshine. I'll figure it out."

For the rest of the journey, the two of you talked about everything and nothing. You shared stories, dreams, and laughed over silly jokes. You felt an instant connection, a bond that seemed unexplainable. Every time you called him "Sunshine" his smile grew brighter, and every time he called you "Vögelchen" your heart skipped a beat, even though you had no idea what it meant.

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"Do you travel often?" he asked, leaning his chin on his hand as he listened intently.

"Whenever I can," you said. "There's so much to see and experience. What about you? Have you been to many places?"

He nodded. "Yes. But it's always a rush, you know? I never get to stay and really experience the places I visit."

"That sounds exciting, though," you said, imagining the thrill of traveling for a living. "Always on the move, new places, new people."

"It is," he admitted. "But sometimes, I wish I could slow down and just enjoy the moment."

You looked out the window, the scenery a blur of greens and blues. "Maybe you should take a break sometime. Enjoy a place just for its own sake."

"Maybe I will," he said, his tone thoughtful. "Where would you recommend?"

You smiled. "Italy is a good start. There's so much history, so much beauty."

"I'll take your word for it, Vögelchen," he said with a wink.

He occasionally switched to Hase or Liebling, each nickname making you laugh and wonder about their meanings.

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"So, Sunshine," you began, leaning back in your seat, "where are you headed in Italy?"

He shrugged casually. "I'm going to see some friends and take a little break. What about you?"

"I'm visiting family," you said. "I haven't seen them in a while, and they live in this beautiful old house by the coast."

"That sounds amazing," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I've always loved the coast. There's something calming about the ocean."

You nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. It's like all your worries just wash away with the waves."

He smiled, a soft, almost wistful look on his face. "Do you think we'll meet again after this train ride, Vögelchen?"

You felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting ways. "Who knows? Maybe we will, maybe we won't. But isn't that part of the adventure?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess it is."

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As the train approached its final destination, a sense of melancholy settled over you. You didn't want the journey to end, didn't want to say goodbye to this mysterious boy who had brightened your day. When the train finally stopped, the two of you gathered your things and stepped onto the platform.

As the train began to slow down, signaling the approach to your destination, a bittersweet feeling settled over you. You didn't want this journey to end. When the train finally stopped, you both stood and gathered your things.

He turned to you, his expression serious for the first time. "Will I see you again?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

You looked into his eyes, feeling a strange sense of destiny. "If we're meant to meet again, we will," you said with a mysterious smile. "Let's leave it to fate."

He chuckled, shaking his head, looked disappointed but nodded in understanding. "Alright, Hase. Until we meet again."

You shook his hand, feeling a spark of something unexplainable. "Until we meet again, Sunshine."

You walked away, your heart light, and your mind filled with the memory of a boy with glowing hair and a captivating smile. As you stepped off the train and into the bustling station, you couldn't help but glance back, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. He was watching you, his expression a mix of curiosity and longing.

With a final wave, you disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind the mystery of the boy named Sunshine and the promise of a future meeting.

You found a quiet corner of the station and pulled out a notebook from your bag. Inspired by your encounter, you began to jot down your thoughts, capturing the essence of the magical journey you had just experienced. The words flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, you had filled several pages.

Just as you were about to close the notebook, you noticed a small piece of paper tucked between the pages. Curious, you unfolded it and found a note written in elegant handwriting:

"Vögelchen,

Meeting you today has been an unexpected delight. I hope our paths cross again soon. Until then, keep shining bright.

~ Sunshine"

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. Carefully, you tucked the note back into your notebook and stood up, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. You had no doubt that fate had something special in store for you and Sunshine, and you couldn't wait to see what

weeks later, whenever you saw the sun shining just right, making someone's hair glow like a halo, you thought of Sunshine and that magical train ride. And you hoped that someday, fate would bring you back together.

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Year had passed since that fateful train journey. You often thought about Sunshine, wondering where life had taken him. You had moved on, building a career and living life, but the memory of that golden-haired boy never quite faded.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself at a motorsport event, the roar of engines filling the air. You were here on a whim, dragged along by friends who were fans of the sport. As you wandered through the crowd, you felt a strange sense of déjà vu. The sunlight was just right, casting a warm glow over everything.

You stopped near the paddock, watching as a group of drivers chatted animatedly. One of them caught your eye, a tall, blonde man whose hair glowed in the sunlight. Your heart skipped a beat as memories of that train ride flooded back.

He turned, as if sensing your gaze, and for a moment, time stood still. Those same blue eyes met yours, filled with the same twinkling amusement. He walked over, a slow, confident stride, and stopped in front of you.

"Do you always stare at strangers?" he asked, the same teasing tone in his voice.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "Only the ones who look like they're glowing."

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "It's been a long time, Hase."

You felt tears prick your eyes. "Too long, Sunshine."

"And now we're here, in this chaos," he said, gesturing around. "Who would have thought?"

"I certainly didn't," you replied, still in disbelief. "Are you racing?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I am. It's been quite a journey since that train ride."

"Wow," you said, genuinely impressed. "I always knew you'd do something amazing."

He smiled softly. "Thanks. And you? What have you been up to?"

"Mostly work, travel, living life," you said. "But I never forgot that train ride. It was... special."

"It was," he agreed, his eyes softening. "Maybe we were meant to meet again after all."

You laughed, a sound filled with relief and joy. "Maybe we were. So, what now, Sunshine?"

He took your hand, the touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. "How about we start with catching up properly? And maybe this time, we'll keep in touch."

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I'd like that, Sunshine. I'd like that a lot."

And just like that, the mystery was gone. You had found each other again, just as you always knew you would.

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byeee

~ sent from my ipheon

[diejager]

I must politely ask you to hand over more of that Brahms!König

And I politely acquiesce :D More What if Brahms! König

König

That’s what he told you to call him. A name, a moniker per se, he took to hide his given one. A title - King - to whom he hid his identity under as he hid his face under porcelain, a beautiful creation of smooth material and well-done paint. The immaculately made mask that darkened his eyes, the curve of his cheeks and the perkiness of his lips that mimicked a human face.

König’s frame took all the space around you, his broad shoulders were invading and heaving breathes muffled by his mask, loud and burdened by his chase. He pushed you against the wall, a thick thigh kicked between your legs, stopping you from moving; from escaping; from running. His hands grasped your shoulders, pulling you towards him and slamming you back into the hard wall a few times, your struggling somewhat annoyed him. He needed you soft and pliant, easy to move and bend to his will.

Your vision shook, brain rattled by his agressive manner of subduing you. A low whine ripped from your throat as your body settled with its motion, dazed and exhausted from his chase. He was the predator and you were the prey; a mouse running from the prowling feline. He clung to you, seemingly basking in the warmth your body exhumed even if he ran high, skin burning at the slight touch of you naked skin. He bent over you, figure bathing you in his shadow as he stared at you, his cold, green irises freezing you in place - demanding to a fault.

His leaned closer, face mere inches from you. Your breaths mixed, he could smell the mint in your breath as you panted below him, body ramrod between his chest and the wall. His head sat atop your shoulder, his mask pressing against your cheek as he smelled you in puffs of muted breaths. His mask was cold, a steak contrast to his burning skin, hard and sweaty; porcelain was cool and fragile, not sturdy and warm like him.

König was demanding, garnering all your attention to his lumbering size curled over you, his gasps and his wandering hands. They held you, kept you unmoving to his wild, incoherent mumbles for something, a mix of broken English and German. Haws he German? Or from a German speaking nation like Austria and Switzerland?

Schatz

Engel

Liebchen

Maus

Vögelchen

All words you heard from him, muffled from his rumbling and panting, but clear and sharp enough to hear. They were laced with adoration, sweet, obsessive love that dripped from his tongue every time he called you something. It was near sickening how easy they left him, sliding from his lips like a waterfall of affection. For such a big, burly man, he loved like a puppy, giving his affection left and right, chest pressed against you, his face nuzzling into your neck, his hands cradling your body and his hip grinding into yours.

“Talk to me, Maus,” he croaked, voice raspy with emotions, dark, carnal emotions from the pit of his navel. “Tell me yes, Maus. Tell me, ja?”

[coffee-blvck]

Missing Context - König

originally posted to my AO3 ~ coffeeblvck

translations posted at end of post ♡

The conference room is bursting with activity so early in the morning, packed like sardines now with new KorTac friends. It's meant to be an indefinite stay, the one-four-one allying with a handful of KorTac mercenaries. It had been a few weeks now, and they had proven themselves quickly, powerful allies both in the field and behind closed doors. No one had any reason to object the new additions thus far.

Price had chosen well, taking your suggestions on his pickings much to your pleasure. Years ago, before your own recruitment into the task force, you had spent a few months as a freelance medic under the French Parliament. You had worked closely then with a few squadrons in your time, but mostly under their Colonel before Price had hand picked you for the one-four-one.

You recall greeting the quiet Colonel with open arms on the helipad, a long overdue reunion. Price hadn't questioned your eagerness for the Colonel when you volunteered him, assuming naturally from your time freelance that you harbored some lasting bonds. Little did your captain know until after your input, how deep you bond truly ran with the Colonel.

Now, arms laden with a precarious tower of hot to go cups, you bustle towards that busy conference room. You were running late this morning, held up in the med-bay with an injury that was too stubborn to heal properly on a newer recruit.

Unaware of the conversation behind the thick wooden doors before you, and too focused on your leaning tower of caffeine to listen in, you kick open the door none the wiser to the towering Colonel's paper thin patience. You call into the room cheerfully, “Hello! Bonjour soldiers! Another beautiful day today, yes?”

A cacophony of laughter greets you, filling your ears and cementing you in the doorway. The door falls against you with a soft thud, though you hardly register the feeling of the stacked cups shifting precariously in your arms. Even Ghost is laughing, you notice, balaclava puffing with each quiet chuckle.

"Oh?" You breathe, lost for words with the sheer absurdity of the moment. Something had happened, something said that you had just barely missed. König, with his back to you just a heartbeat before, now stares at you in horror. You don't need to see his full face to notice, and you stare back just as shocked and confused as the laughter continues to swell in the room. Soap wheezes, folded over his propped knee.

Crossing the conference room in three swift strides, König is at your side, shock still prevalent in the dilation of his pupils. Tilting your head up to meet him, your greeting comes out more like a question than a fond hello.

“Bonjour, mon ange de la mort.” Had you done something? Had you put yourself at the butt of some shitty joke? Had you somehow ruined a moment that you couldn't possibly have prepared for? "Hello-" König clears his throat, trying to cover the straining nerves in his voice. “Vögelchen. Guten morgen.”

His accent had faded a bit throughout the years, though it always came back more prevalent when his nerves got the best of him. You had teased him over the years, whenever you found a moment when your time zones lined up for a phone call, that he was speaking too much English. That you could tell when something was on his mind in the way his accent betrayed him.

He really was nervous. What in the hell happened before you got there?

Brushing against you, König takes the brunt of the door away from your shoulders, one hand hovering beside the tower of drinks stacked in your arms. He ushers you fully into the room with his other hand pressed gently against the small of your spine.

Your questions remaining unanswered, König hovers cautiously over your shoulder all the way to the head of the conference table. You dont miss the slicing stares he throws about the room as he all but curls around you. He had always been careful to remind himself of your size difference, but now the endearment only made more questions buzz through your mind.

“I brought coffee…” You offer, the laughter finally dying away. “And tea, of course, just how you like it, LT.”

“Much obliged.” Ghost grunts his thanks, his tone back to the level coolness you were familiar with. You attempt to catch the colonel’s eyes with each drink you pass, to no luck. You feel it boring into the back of your neck when you turn away, but darting away to glare at someone else the moment you turn to him.

“Are you lot well and done?” Price barks, brusquely marching through the conference room to take his place at the head of the table, without so much as a proper hello. He accepts the coffee set in his spot with a nod and quickly delves into the debriefing as the task force starts to take their seats.

With each drink now with their respective soldier, you find yourself settling between the visibly tense König and Gaz as Price drones on about this new case load. The report had already been brought to your desk the night before, König as well, and the two of you had studied up the night before in your office.

You wonder suddenly if something had been said: if the usually daunting and terrifying colonel had been caught creeping from your room in the early hours of the morning. If they had seen through the façade of his late night escape and decided to grill your lover like a group of school girls afterwards.

It was none of their business, and you find yourself rolling your eyes at the childish antics these adult men seemed to still hold so dearly to themselves. However, you still silently hope that nobody had been awake late enough to hear what you had done after the two of you overviewed today's mission. It had been many months since you two had seen one another, felt another. You weren't going to waste any spare moment you had together.

You half listen as Price catches the rest of the task force up to speed, trying to shoo the memories away from showing across your cheeks.

+++

“You never filled me in on the gossip this morning, Colonel.” Dropping the load of bags at your feet, you let your hands rest on your hips. Busy preparing his own gear, with the helicopter's blades slicing through the air as it rumbles to life, you worry that König hadn't heard you.

König flashes you a glance. You watch him pointedly, going as far as to dramatically cross your arms and tap your foot against the asphalt as you wait. He had kept as much distance as possible from you after the debriefing, and even now he takes his sweet time adjusting and readjusting each of his straps before looking in your direction again.

Like hell if you were going to let him get away from this without explaining. "König."

“Oh.. that. Yes, of course..”

Stepping over your dropped cargo, you plant yourself as close to König as possible, practically stepping on the toes of his boots. You press a hand gently to his sternum, and follow his eyes as they trace up from your wrist over your chest, neck, and face, but never quite reaching your eyes.

"Need I remind you, schnecke, that I will be the one tending to your wounds, should you get any? Do you really want to avoid me?"

“No Vogelchen..” He sighs, his eyes dark and squinting against the wind whipping around the two of you. “I might… fuck... ich hätte vielleicht scherzhaft gedroht, die nächste person, die ich sah, zu schlagen, und diese person warst du.”

It takes a moment for your brain to unscramble the translation, but you can't stop the dumb smile from creeping across your cheeks as it comes to you. You laugh, clutching at your sides as the laughter pulses through you. König watches you warily, unsure if he was in the clear now or not.

“Mon ange,” You chuckle warmly, setting a hand over his heart. With you other you cup his chin, guiding his face to align with yours. All of this anxiety and confusion for a poorly timed joke. You feel the tension ebb away under your touch.

"You wouldn't dare," You add cheekily, dragging his face closer. His eyes glitter with a smile you know lies hidden beneath his mask as he bends to rest the crest of his helmet against your forehead. You stand there for many moments, lost in the beat of the helicopter blades and each other.

When he straightens, König stands a little bit taller now that the tension had dissolved between you. Brushing a gloved thumb over your lips, you relish in the faux kiss and smile.

Beyond the sculpted bulk of König's arm, as you lean to retrieve your supplies, you catch Gaz in the distance passing what you can only assume is cold hard cash over to Soap, who celebrates excitedly. You rolls your eyes, the hope you had at keeping your relationship under wraps now gone with the wind.

You make a mental note to beat Soap's ass after you return from this takedown, even more so as he feigns innocent confusion as you and König close the distance.

“Bonne chance, mon amour. Être bien.”

Translations: Bonjour, mon ange de la mort - Good morning, my angel of death Vögelchen. Guten morgen - Little bird. Good morning. Schnecke - Snail (a term of endearment for a loved one, usually reminding them to come out their shell) Ich hätte vielleicht scherzhaft gedroht, die nächste person, die ich sah, zu schlagen, und diese person warst du. - I might have jokingly threatened to beat the next person i saw and that person was you Mon ange - my angel Bonne chance, mon amour. Être bien. - Good luck my love, be well im so sorry if google translate did me dirty with any of these translations, a girl is trying her hardest out here.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

OK, I know you just re-opened ur asks (but please take a break if you need it!!) But the thought of Girl dad König has plagued my mind ever since that one post.

He's super protective. He's one of those "you're not dating until you're 35" or "I know how boys are like. They only want you for one thing," dads 🙄.

Any boy his daughter manages to bring around will only be threatened. König will accidentally drop one of the largest knives from his collection right in front of her boyfriend and be like "oops🙂".

Speaking of knives, all of his weapons will be stored away once his daughter is born. He doesn't want to risk her finding them and hurting herself.

Gosh. Girl dad!König is every fuckboy’s nightmare!

Manages to chase away even the good guys, every boy his daughter braves to bring home is a no-go for him. A bunch of losers and wankers, all of them, and after his pretty girl! Psh.

You could be kinder than Tom Hiddleston and you still wouldn’t be considered worthy of dating König’s daughter. Every candidate is sent home with their tail between their legs after an awkward, cold family dinner and a bunch of questions that feel like an interview. Or an interrogation... You desperately try to treat these boys with some level of respect, curiosity and warmth – to be honest they appear far more gentle and emotionally available than, ahem, certain someone you dated back in the day when he was not yet a Colonel.

And the father-daughter relationship is fucked up in more ways than one, because König tries to fix his emotional issues and the fact that he’s away most of the time by getting his daughter anything she needs. She wants to try ballet when she’s six? She gets the cutest pink princess tutu skirt and pointe shoes money can buy. Oh, now she’s into horseback riding? Suddenly she has private lessons with the best teacher in town, dons 500 e leather boots, a nice little riding crop and a test winner helmet + gets anything else she can dream of when tending to the horses. (You had to actively stop König from buying her a horse when she was 10)

Cello classes, gaming PC’s, downhill ski equipment, expensive yoga retreats – daddy's girl gets it all because König has to spoil her to bits. Not that he actively tries to carve out a brat of her by this princess treatment: he just wants his girl to have access to anything she wants. His Vögelchen is so talented in everything she picks up!

König shows pics of his daughter to his colleagues: look, she learned to swim when they were on vacation in Maldives! And look, here she won the local stable’s jumping competition, isn't she amazing? Now she’s into archery, and has her own recurve bow, but lately she’s started to get interested in boys, and you know what that means… Curfews, screen time and more chores! And NO BOYS.

She’s “only” 19, and comes home drunk once, brought by some young clown who, in König’s mind, tries to evade responsibility by giving him a sob story about how he only wanted to bring his daughter home because he was worried about her and well, actually, he’s in love with her… She’s a good girl and he wants to take care of her, he really appreciates her and blablabla, König is not impressed. That boy gets himself an earful as a reward, he's lucky König doesn’t slam a knife on the hood of that car.

(....No one has the courage to tell dad König that her daughter likes to smoke weed with the bad boys and dates some older biker guy from big city :”)

[99musings]

the bear, kai havertz

genre: fluff, domestic fluff.

summary: kai struggles more than your son does on his first day of primary school.

warnings: none.

this fic is a repost of my old previous work on 808heartz.

"I can't believe this is happening today," Kai murmured to you, for the fifth time, while his eyes fixated on the road. He let out another deep breath, one that was riddled with an unshakable anxiety.

Your hand took his into yours, intertwining your fingers as the pad of your thumb began to rub his knuckle. You couldn't stop the slight smile that curled up your lip, trying to bite it away before you let out a laugh. Your eyes met his gaze, a quick look he gave to you with an annoyed eye roll while he murmured about the severity of the situation.

"Kai, look at him," You shook your head with a soft smile as you motioned to your son, who sat in his car seat quietly while he played with his bear—a gift from Kai that he's never been apart from, his favorite source of comfort. "Devon's gonna be fine, honey. We've prepared him for this day for a while now." Your words were reassuring, but not enough to settle the nerves that tickled underneath Kai's skin.

"I'm just worried about how he'll adjust."

Your mouth opened to speak, a rebuttal brewing— wanting to ask if your fiancé if he was really worried about Devon or rather how he was going to adjust to Devon's absence—but the gentle jerk of the car being placed into park had stopped you from speaking. You turned to Kai, who had already been looking at your son with a slight pout, and you squeezed his hand to get his attention; he turned to you and sighed, nodding that he was ready.

He had no choice but to be.

The click of your seatbelts undoing had made Devon perk up in excitement, and he was quite eager to get out of his seat, which Kai couldn't even pretend that he didn't notice. He opened the backseat door, unable to contain the smile that rose onto his lips from the sight of his son, his little clone at that, and undid his seatbelt to scoop him into his arms.

Kai sighed as he grabbed the little Bluey book bag, that contained nothing but his lunch and other necessities, and slung it onto his other shoulder.

He looked down at Devon, who was completely content in his arms as he held his little bear. "Are you excited, vögelchen?" Kai asked softly, smiling when his son had only responded by cuddling into his arms more while he hid his face. He pressed a gentle kiss against his temple, rubbing his son's back. (little bird)

As relieved as Kai was that you were near now, he wished that you were still in the car, rummaging through your purse for a document that the school needed; anything to prolong dropping off Devon, wanting to savor the little minutes he had with him before he worried about him for the rest of the You ruffled your son's brown locks, beautiful strands that resembled his father's, while smiling up at Kai. "Alright, baby, it's time!" You cooed lowly, trying to remain as calm and collected as you possibly could, not wanting to stress out Devon and Kai.

Despite the short walk from the parking lot to the front of the school, Kai was reluctantly to let go of Devon, and carried him the whole time.

Even inside.

The walk to the classroom made goosebumps rise along his forearm: hearing the laughter of excitement from the older children, accompanied by the cries of terror that got closer with every step to Devon's class, and when the three of you reached the door, the warmth from his son's teacher still wasn't enough for Kai. He felt as if the sound fizzled out, unintelligible as you spoke to Devon's teacher, when he looked down at his son, and he could feel his lips begin to quiver when those big brown eyes stared back at him. The gentle wiggles of his soft body trying to get out of his grip made it too real for Kai, watching as Devon grabbed your hand when his teacher kneeled down to his level to speak to him.

The sound restored when Devon turned back to look at him: the laughter, cries, and footsteps came back to hit Kai like a freight train. He kneeled down and opened his arms, gnawing on his bottom lip to hold back his tears as he engulfed his son into a little hug. He murmured reassuring phrases in German to him, and before he let him go, he pressed a gentle kiss onto his forehead. "It's gonna be a good day," Kai whispered, holding his hand while his eyes watered. "I promise."

Devon nodded shyly as he clutched his bear in his hands, afraid to let go of it, and though he didn't have to, he did.

"Daddy's," He murmured, holding the bear out for Kai to take; shocking you, along with Kai, who had to blink back his tears an insurmountable amount of times, when he took the bear into his hands.

Kai kept a tight grip of the bear, wanting to make sure this was real, even after the final goodbyes for the day and the blurry walk to the car from all of his tears. He sat in the passenger's seat, unable to drive now as his head rested on your shoulder, and he held onto the bear for comfort; trying to stop himself from looking at the school that Devon would be in for the next six hours-which felt way too long to Kai.

He completely underestimated his emotions.

"It's a good thing I didn't go to training today."

"I don't think you would've survived the day if you went," You teased, trying to lighten up his mood as you looked down at him. His smile was small, but still as bright as ever, and you pinched his cheek after wiping away his remaining tears: murmuring about how you missed his smile. "Only five and a half more hours, Kai. He'll be with us again before you know it," You spoke quietly as you ran a hand through his hair.

Kai sighed and nodded in agreement: the two of you could only wait, as agonizing as it may sound for him. He looked down at the bear, keeping it close to him as he thought about how he couldn't wait to hear about Devon's first day later, and it made him laugh almost-worrying about how Devon would adjust, when really, Kai should've worried about himself.

tag list: @lettersofgold @afterpills

[summerhighlandfalls]

Day 5: Nicknames. Nothing quite like learning pet names in your partner's native language to pull a fast one on them. Vögelchen means 'little bird'.

[yanderepuck]

Damn this man is fun to write. He's such a whore honestly.

4 of what I think is 12 of the smut wheel prompts. You get to thank @faust-bite for this one. I'm going to make him a needy bitch in heat bc that's what he is every time he's horny. Man doesn't like to admit he's horny until he's overloaded.

Also..LOOK AT ME MAKING THE MC GENDER NEUTRAL I say as there is no mc present in the fic

Prompt: him masturbating to the thought of you

"Ungh..."

Just the light from the moon and stars lights up his room. Fausts fingers tug through his hair as he breaths heavily.

"Vöglchen."

He moans, tugging his hair more. His other hand is rubbing himself. He's trying to work himself like you normally would, but you have some kind of special touch. Something he can't recreate no matter how much he tries.

Faust saw no issue in letting you go back to the mansion for a few days after Comte requested you for something. But it's barely been two days and he's missing your touch.

Missing your naked body on top of his own.

"Ahh-hh! Fuck!"

He can't believe he's so desperate for you. How could he let himself sink so low.

"I just want to-" he gasps before finishing what he wants to say, but he wants to fuck you. He's thinking about you laying under him, your ass in the air so that he can grab your hips and thrust into you.

His panting gets heavier as his hand moves faster. His arm lays over his eyes, covering them as if he's embarrassed. He would never use that word, but it didn't feel right to be so desperate for another.

Faust was doing fine all day until he got to bed. That's when he couldn't stop thinking about you. When he thought about you moaning his name. Thought about you touching him, and he touching you back.

He wants nothing more than to slide his cock into your tight little hole and fill it with his cum, only to fuck it back into you.

Faust groans as he starts to bite his hand. Last thing he needs is for anyone in the castle to hear him. He wouldn't care about them hearing him fuck you. No. He wants that. He wants them to know that you're his, that he's claimed you.

His pants get sporadic and out of control as he's getting closer.

"Fuck- fuck! Just like that, vögelchen!" He pulls his shirt up to his chest and quickly bites his hand again.

The hand on his cock is moving faster with a tightened grip. He whines until his tip spurts out a long stream of cum, leaving a mess on his torso.

His hand stops moving and he lets himself breathe. After a few moments he looks around squinting, trying to find something to clean himself with.

Nothing. He groans and reaches for his glasses to be able to look better. Nothing within reaching distance.

He lays his head back in his pillow after putting his glasses back, his cock still hard. Once wasn't enough.

There is no way he's going to be able to sleep like this. He is so horny it hurts.

"Damn it, meerschweinchen," he growls, instinctively starting to rub himself again. He didn't even realize he started until he let out another moan.

"Ungh... I'm fucking you so hard when you get back."

He closes his eyes, trying to imagine you bouncing on his cock, moaning along with him.

"Ahh- took...took my damn fuck toy away from me," he growls again, rubbing himself faster, bucking up his hips.

Faust bites his lip as he tugs his hair again. His desperate pants pick up again, filling his room along with the wet sounds his hand is making.

In moments his moans become whines as he feels himself getting closer.

"Ahh-hh! J-just like that, ungh!"

He touches himself in all the places he likes. "Stay still," he bares his teeth and tightens his grip.

Finally, new lines of cum cover his body, almost getting on his face. His pants are louder and he slowly opens his eyes as he lets go of his cock.

He sighs, realizing the mess he's made. He has no choice but to clean it. He goes to take his shirt off and realizes his cum got on it.

He grumbles to himself and takes it off, and just uses it to wipe his body. Once he cleans himself off he just drops the shirt off the edge of the bed. Not ideal but he'll deal with it tomorrow.

He fixes his pants and rolls over, finally feeling tired enough to sleep, even if he still isn't fully satisfied.

~~

Tag list~

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[d-nobile]

finally made a portrait for my signalis OC, Vögelchen!

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Vögelchen

Ship: Hans Gruber x Corey Amonette

Word Count: 1120

Summary: Hans invites Corey to his penthouse and reveals his true nature. CWs for alcohol mentions, gun mention, tense atmosphere. a/n: RGHHAAAAA FIRST GRUBER FIC *stuffs him in my mouth like a piece of paper and runs off*

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Corey Amonette had been Hans Gruber's partner for two months, rapidly approaching three. What had initially been a strictly professional relationship was bowing under the weight of romantic tension. Hans had invited Corey to dinner with a few of his colleagues, giving him a much-deserved break from the usual number-crunching and planning he spent his non-academic hours on.

They sat directly next to each other; Hans’ men didn't speak much English and Corey only spoke enough German to get him through school. It was nice not having to pay for something himself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the others were leering at him, whispering to each other things he’d yet to add to his lexicon.

Hans invited him back to his penthouse for post-dinner drinks. “This way, if you’d please.” The sharply dressed man led him down a short hallway when the elevator doors opened. It was clean and well-lit, the air smelled faintly of carpet cleaner. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

“Oh, yes, Danke,” Corey nodded, smoothing down the front of his pants as Hans stopped at a door, removing his keys from his pocket.

“Your studies are going smoothly?” They entered the apartment, stepping into darkness as Hans closed the door behind him.

“Yes.” Smooth, but exhausting.

“Sehr gut.”

A soft click and the lights came on, casting the entryway and sunken living room beyond it in a comfortable orange glow. An extravagant art deco chandelier hung over a glass coffee table surrounded by cushy furniture. There was a large couch and a set of armchairs wrapped in red leather, and a navy blue rocking chair sat beside a glossy black fireplace. Corey couldn't help but gasp, though he should've expected that Hans would live luxuriously. He had told him he was an art collector: Charon Ferrying The Shades by Pierre Subleyras hung above the mantle, the Ferrier’s pale back turned toward the viewer. He hadn’t realised they had walked further into the room together until Hans was opening a liquor cabinet.

“What tickles your fancy, hm? Something sweet or something scorching?”

“Sweet, please. This place is gorgeous, Hans.”

He chuckled and lifted a heavy-looking bottle from the cabinet, then fished two glasses from a lower shelf. He placed the items on the coffee table. “Danke, mein Freund. Please, sit.”

Hans poured the drinks and Corey sat on the couch, the day's weight almost instantaneously lifted from his weary shoulders. He sighed and stretched, taking the glass offered to him. Hans took off his suit coat and momentarily excused himself, likely to hang it up so that it wouldn’t wrinkle. He was a very particular man, to be suave in nature was only half the battle; he needed to look the part, too. He soon returned and picked up his own glass, settling into one of the armchairs.

“Thank you for having me to dinner,” Corey mentioned after taking a swig of the saccharine liquor. Its level of sweetness surprised him, as Hans never struck him as the type of man with a taste in such things.

“Of course, Amonette. You are a vital asset, it would’ve been counterproductive not to have you attend.”

A beat of silence passed and Corey felt awkwardness tugging at him. Hans stood and he looked up, lowering his glass. He felt warmth beneath his glasses… it wasn’t often he saw Hans without the full “businessman” set. He’d lost his tie, too. Even if it was a button-down and slacks, it felt intimate. He could feel just how powerful Hans was through that thin fabric and across the feet of space between them.

“You’re not an art collector, are you?” He surprised himself with the accusation. Hans froze, then chuckled again and smiled.

“Have you finally caught on, Vögelchen?”

Corey set down his glass, scooting back slightly on the leather cushion. “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything, I don’t know why… are you not?”

Hans looked between him and the painting on his wall, swirling the drink in his glass. “I am… but it’s not my true trade, Amonette. Whether you’ve realised this,” he set down his drink and walked over to the fireplace, taking a wooden box off of the mantle. He opened it and took out a pistol. “Or not.”

Corey’s eyes widened. “Mr. Gruber?”

“Please, call me Hans.” He took a microfibre cloth from the box and began wiping down the barrel of the gun, not looking up at him. “And do not be frightened. I mean you no harm.”

Corey nodded, watching him carefully. “Of course… why would you?”

Hans’ eyelids flickered. “Do you want to know the truth of the busy work I send you each day? Or, you could leave now, and cut ties with our partnership. I will be nothing more but someone you knew, once, a long time ago.”

“Who are you?”

Hans stopped cleaning his gun, glossing over it before lowering his arm and straightening his back. “Very well. I am a member of the Volksfrei Movement, perhaps you’ve heard of it.”

Corey nodded again, slowly. “Yes… on the news…” His mouth had gone dry and he snatched up his glass, finishing what was left of the drink offered to him.

“But moreover, I am a professional thief. The Movement provides decent cover, Gott sei Dank für die organisatorischen Fähigkeiten…” Finally, he looked at him. “Now that you know this, you’ve sealed your fate with me, Amonette. But I’m sure that’s fine by you, you were already doing a beautiful job at keeping my schedule on track, and your salary has furnished you well, based on that English Leather cologne I’ve been huffing all night.”

Corey bolted to his feet. “Do you not like it??” And his face burst into flame with embarrassment. Hans raised an eyebrow and stalked closer, gun still held firmly in a powerful hand. Feet became inches, then centimetres between the two men. Hans’ breath tickled Corey’s skin as he firmly shut his eyes.

“Mir gefällt es ganz gut.” It took a moment for Corey to register that Hans had placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It’s late, Vögelchen. I’m sure you have some studying to do this weekend. You can sleep in the guest room, breakfast will be ready at eight-thirty and no later, and then I will take you home. Verstanden?”

Hans did not wait for a response before he disappeared up a tightly spiralled staircase. Sweat had bloomed on Corey’s skin and he deflated like a balloon when he was sure Hans was gone, exhaling loudly as his eyelids came unglued. His heart pounded in his chest. His tongue ran over his lips. He wanted more. By God, did he want more.