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myveryownfanfiction · 11 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: smut, threesome, arguing, swearing

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @eclecticwildflowers

Standing before the two brothers, I raised an eyebrow at them.

“so?” I asked, crossing my arms and resisting the urge to tap my foot. Hans looked over at Simon who shrugged. “Who’s doing what?” I asked exasperated.

“Ill…” Simon started but Hans hit Simon in the back of the head with his shirt. He smirked and raised an eyebrow when Simon turned to look at him.

“what?” Hans asked. Simon narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

“as I was saying.” Simon turned back to me. “I’ll fuck…” Hans threw his arm over his brothers shoulders and tugged him closer, his forearm hovering dangerously near simons throat.

“like hell you will.” Hans growled. “My find. My fuck.” Simon went to shove hans but the arm around his throat made him pause.

“all the more reason for me to…” hans squeezed slightly and Simon glared at him.

“boys boys. Plenty of me to go around.” I laughed as I stripped and settled on the bed. Both Hans and Simon turned to look at me.

“mine.” Hans growled, releasing Simon and rushing over to me. His hands curled across my hips and he leaned down to kiss me. Simon sauntered over, grumbling about how his brother always got everything he wanted. Hans stripped his pants off and entered me quickly. I moaned and threw my head back. Opening my eyes, I saw Simon stroking himself.

“come here stud.” I jerked my chin down and Simon smirked as he stepped up to the edge of the bed. When he was close enough, I started to lick the head like a lollipop. Simon moaned and Hans chuckled.

“what did they tell you Simon?” Hans snickered. "There was enough to go around?" Simon glowered at Hans as he thrust into me slowly. Simon started to thrust into my mouth and I made sure to run my tongue along his length each time he pulled out.

"Oh fuck." Simon moaned. "You really know how to use your mouth sweetheart." I hummed happily as Simon continued to moan above me. Hans snickered as he ground his hips into me. I moaned around Simon's length as Hans started to get more rough.

"Darling, you simply are amazing." Hans breathed out as he continued to thrust hard and fast into me. I continuously moaned around Simon's length. Simon reached down and held my head in his hands as he sped up as well. "Close are you dear brother?" Hans teased, his voice taking on a breathy air as he chased his pleasure.

"Shut up prick." Simon panted out. I reached up and wrapped my hand around Simon's wrist. I squeezed tightly to ground myself while my other hand wrapped around Hans' bicep. I started to scream when my orgasm washed over me. Simon moaned loudly as my scream caused him to cum down my throat. Making sure I swallowed it as he pulled out, I kept my eyes on him as Hans stuttered and came shortly after. Pulling out, Hans laid down next to me. Simon followed suit on my other side. Both men where panting harshly as I reached up to run my hands through their hair.

"Wow." I murmured. "Best I've had in a while boys." I said with a smile. Hans chuckled as Simon grabbed my hand to force my wrist to his lips. He pressed a kiss there before dragging my hand over his heart.

"The pleasure was all ours darling." He said with a smirk. Hans chuckled as he followed his brother's actions.

"And it will continue to be all ours." Hans confirmed. "If you'll have us." I nodded with a smile.

"Of course." I turned to kiss Hans before turning towards Simon to repeat the action. "You two are quickly becoming my favorite pair."

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Simon Gruber Pt.1: A Stranger

Imagine being Hans Gruber's best friend, and him sending you back to Germany to stay with his brother before his death:

Losing Hans was one of the hardest things I've ever endured. I, of course, knew of his activities since I was his right hand man. We practically grew up together, staying best friends all the way through adulthood.

Most people assumed we would start dating as teenagers, but the love we felt for each other was much more of a brother-sister bond.

I was actually there with him at Nakatomi Plaza, but I had been shot in the abdomen by McClane. Blood was gushing from the wound, however I barely registered the pain, my focus remaining on the mission. Naturally, when Hans found out he had me rushed off to his private doctor, then having me immediately flown back to Germany where his brother awaited my arrival. I would have objected - fought even - to stay and finish the mission, but between blacking out and the pain medication, I was barely even conscious.

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Waking up in an unfamiliar room wasn't something I normally thought was unusual - after every mission, Hans and I would drink until we couldn't stand. I would always find myself waking up the next morning feeling groggy and uncomfortable, glancing around an empty and unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on Hans' figure slouched next to the bed. He would always be there, sometimes he would be asleep, but he was always there; having said that, today was the day that he wasn't.

The second thing I noticed was how expensive everything looked, which is something that I am used to seeing, as Hans does have expensive tastes. The curtains allowed a shallow light to filter into the room, painting the floor in a cold, pale yellow; the glare aggravating my sensitive eyes. My mind feels fuzzy, and my body numb, but I only focus on finding Hans.

Glancing around in a daze, I hastily push the covers away from me, not noticing the bandage, or the throbbing pain in my abdomen until I stand up. It hits all at once, nausea and lightheaded threatening my body, but the tearing pain forces me to stay conscious; stumbling slightly before falling against the frigid wall with an audible 'thump'.

My chest feels heavy, and I can't quite catch my breath. I'm practically gasping for air, but the weakness seems to beat my attempts to stay awake. The last thing I see is a blurry figure rushing through the wood door to my huddled form.

“…Hans..?”

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That was the first time I met Simon Gruber.

Hans had rarely talked about him, only mentioning the conflicts and arguments they had. From the description he gave, Simon was an overly-controlling older brother who never tried to understand or listen to anything Hans had to say. However, it is clear that Hans must hold some level of trust for him to entrust him with his dying best friend.

My first day was off to a very rocky start, I didn't even remember it the next time I awoke. But the second day was probably when I had the worst moment in my entire life.

Simon had taken to sitting by my bed, he wanted to ensure there wasn't a repeat of yesterday.

After he had found me, he immediately picked up my limp body and placed me back on the bed before calling for the doctor. I had managed to tear some of my stitches, which promptly started bleeding again, my blood pressure was already low, so this was quite worrisome. After a while though, the doctor had me stabilized again, giving Simon specific instructions for when I woke up. He wasn't to let me stand up again until I've rested a bit more, and he also needs to give me medication every 6 hours to fight infection and dull the pain.

When I awoke, I immediately noticed the figure to my right. My eyes were only partially open, vision distorted and blurry.

"Hans?" My voice felt broken, it pained me to talk because it didn't sound like me. The person was apparently asleep since they jumped in surprise when I spoke.

"Not quite my dear." His voice was different, the only sense of familiarity being that he was obviously German. He didn't sound like any of Hans' partners that I knew, and I know this definitely isn't Hans, so who is he?

I blinked my eyes a few times to readjust to my surroundings, attempting to sit up only to be gently pushed back down.

"I wouldn't recommend that." I couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of familiarity, but from where, I simply couldn't pinpoint.

I focused on his hand first as it was pushing me down, he has light skin, but not pale; and large hands. His arms are strong, strong enough that I feel more than uncomfortable being this defenseless and vulnerable around him. He's dressed in business casual, but comfortable, his short blond hair framing his face nicely. Lastly was his face itself, the expression looked permanently stern, but I can see the underlying glint of gentleness, and the smile he wore was wrought with mischief.

"Wer bist du?" I didn't even realize I'd switched from English to German until the man chuckled and exclaimed.

"Ah, are you the girl that Hans loved to talk about?" Though he said it as a question, it felt more like a statement, one which was immediately followed by a fond smirk. I don't know how to respond, I didn't really know Hans would talk about me.

"Who are you?" My voice is sharper this time, I'm done with his games, at this moment I just want to know who he is. His smirk lessened as a new emotion took over his features... grief. He looked sad, depressed even, but only a trained eye would notice the subtle micro-expressions.

"Call me Simon."

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leon-kennedy1 · 8 months

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Simon Gruber x Female!McClane'sSister!Reader x Cheater!Zeus: My darling.~

(Fluff to Smut, Listen to Maneater on the second part, Warning racist word.-)

Mcclane nods as you rub your arm nervous about what Simon has in plan for you and your brother. The police van pulls away from the curb, does a U-turn, and heads south on Amsterdam. Mcclane watches the van go as you look at your older brother. He knew not to be in Harlem because Zeus had cheated on you with someone else and it was heartbreaking for you. He turns and looks at the run-down surroundings as he holds your hand. He puts on the sandwich board while nodding at you and hugging you. "Be safe Y\N.." He mumbled while you nodded at your brother. Mcclane heads north on the sidewalk, heading toward 138th street, one block away, you were going south, wearing a baby pink dress with heels as you walked to Renaissance Harlem, the restaurant owned by the black people there, that's where Simon said to meet you. Zeus would steal glances at you but think nothing of it, he knew what he did was wrong.

As you entered the room, you saw Simon sitting alone at a separate table. You cleared your throat and tapped his shoulder as you approached him. He looked up, smiled, and stood up to greet you. "Miss McClane," he said in his thick German accent as he kissed your hand. "I have a feeling that John doesn't know, my sweet?" You smiled and replied, "Not even a clue, my love." Simon smiled in relief. "Good. I don't want you to get caught and end up in jail because of me with that Zeus," he whispered in your ear as he held you close by your waist. You smiled back and held him close. "How about we get out of here?" He suggested to you as he smiled. You nodded eagerly and went in his car you could see John in the distance having on the sign 'I hate Niggers.', he was dared by Simon as he drove away looking for the bomb and Zeus was approaching him.

As you drove to your house with Simon, he would hold onto your hand and kiss it gently as you drove unaware that the night was getting farther, sexual way.

He would take your hand and go into his bedroom before closing the door.

(Time Skip-)

"Simon.." You whimpered against him in his bedroom as he kissed you softly as he went in you softly as he fucked you gently on the bed as he kissed down your neck to your lips. He would kiss down your collarbone and hold onto your waist. He groaned as he kissed your chest and held you down as he sucked on your chest and you whimpered holding onto his head as you were close. You whined quietly as he kept going and cummed down on the bed as he cummed on the outside. "Oh fuck..That was nice love..." He sighed and laid down as you got on top of his chest.

See, Simon was seen as a villain in John's eyes. But whenever it was you, you were his lovely silly girlfriend who loved him for how he was.

#die hard

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a-stars-muse · 3 years

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What’s up?! Requests are open!

Please only request x readers, cuz that’s all I’m doing right now. I’ll do any pronouns for the reader though. If you want a character that isn’t on my list, go ahead and ask me if I’ll write it. I might look into the fandom and start writing for that character! I also tend to stick to the story, but I’ll see what I can do. (Only writing for male characters at the moment, just so I can get back into writing)

I accept criticism, either in the comments of the story or in my dm’s, whichever you prefer. All I ask is that we respect each other’s opinions

This list is constantly being updated and changed by the way! Make sure to come back and check for updates

Characters

Bishop (Aliens movies)

David 8 (Aliens movies)

Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park)

Emmett Brown (Back to the Future)

Hans Gruber (Die Hard)

Simon Peter Gruber (Die Hard With a Vengeance)

Jareth (Labyrinth)

Ivo Robotnik (Sonic Live action)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal TV)

Phantom/Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera 2004)

Leonard “Bones” McCoy (TOS & AOS)

James Tiberius Kirk (AOS)

Martin Blank (Grosse Pointe Blank)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

Michael (The Good Place)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Wadsworth/Boddy (Clue)

Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Daniel Atlas (Now You See Me)

Loki (Marvel)

Otto Octavius (Spider-Man)

Janson (The Maze Runner)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Nolan Sorrento (Ready Player One)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Lord Henry Blackwood (Sherlock Holmes)

Merlin (Kingsman)

Ardeth Bay (The Mummy)

Carlos Oliveria (Resident Evil)

Wheatley (Portal 2)

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil 2021)

Sinister Strange (Marvel)

Silco (Arcane)

Viktor (Arcane)

Viggo Grimborn (How to Train Your Dragon: Race to the Edge)

Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Dan Turner (Archive 81)

Donald Na (Weak Hero)

Wolf Keum (Weak Hero)

Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

Rhys Strongfork (Borderlands)

Obake (Big Hero 6 series)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Crowley (Supernatural)

Rules

No pregnancy

No yandere

No pedophilia

Nothing underaged

No incest

Adding more later on!

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cannibalcoyote · 9 months

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Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Imagine being John McClane's youngest daughter, and running away to Germany after your parents start fighting again and your dad moves back to New York. What happens when Simon Gruber finds you on the streets:

-This is set after the second movie, but before the 3rd. I have the reader at age 12-

They'd started arguing again, everything was going so good too, Dad had moved here to LA and everything. I don't know what caused all of this, I thought they were happy, I thought everything was fixed... but I'm wrong as per usual.

Mom has us staying with her, but I'm honesty feeling so alone, even with my siblings around. They both are a few years older than me, so they either bully or ignore me, but neither is my friend. Dad was helping us figure this out, but that all went to waste after he left. They started being cold again, acting as if I don't exist. I know this separating is effecting them as well, but at least they have each other, I don't even have mom here to confide in since she's always working.

I try to call dad sometimes, but he's always drunk and usually thinks I'm mom, sometimes he doesn't even give me the chance to talk, just picks up the phone and starts cursing. He's never treated me like that before, sure, sometimes he just picks up the phone and responds that way before knowing it's me, but is that really an excuse? The separation must be hurting him as well... I wish I could help him, but I don't even know how to help myself.

Sometime, late at night, I think about what occurred leading up to dad leaving. I remember them shouting at each other, trying to get my brother and sister to take sides. They choose mom either way, I just stood in-between, how could they make me choose? The looks of disdain coming from all sides made me wither, I felt hated, unwanted. Maybe things would be better if I leave?

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I left home, it may sound really stupid, but maybe things will be better if I stay at dad's for a little bit; surely things couldn't be worse than staying with my mother and siblings.

The train ride was costly and took around 3 days for me to arrive in New York; my packing was light, just my back pack with a few changes of clothing, all my savings, my ID, some food and a notepad and pen. I didn't want to pack to much because it would make it harder for me to slip out of the house unnoticed, so I just stuffed my backpack and went for it - I probably should've packed other things, but it's too late now.

New York was interesting, I was quite young when we moved to Los Angeles, so being back is a new experience. The buildings are tall and overbearing, they make you feel so small, and the crowded, busy sidewalks only emphasize that point.

I pull out the map from my pocket, dotting what street I'm on, and then charting the best way to get to my father's apartment. His apartment is a bit away from the station, about 20ish blocks, but I've got enough daylight to make it before nightfall.

Before beginning my trek I pull out my walkman, restarting the CD, it's the Station to Station album by David Bowie - I hd to beg for a whole 2 months before my father finally gave in and bought me the walkman, he later gifted me this CD upon noticing how Bowie is my favorite musician. It's a nice reminder that my father cares for me, whenever I'm feeling lonely, I'll listen to this album.

I'm weaving my way through people, trying my best not to run into anyone. The sun seems to be setting a lot sooner than I thought it would, but that must be because of the time difference, I must've forgotten to account for that. Either way, I'm over half way there and the sun is just beginning to set, that last thing I want is to be caught after dark on the streets of New York - I especially don't want this as I am currently an unattended child.

I finally arrive at my fathers apartment, pressing the buzzer at the door, hoping he'll be home and let me in.

"Who is it?" I hear an annoyed voice answer, but I still sigh in relief.

"Dad?" My voice sounds so small, hopefully he still heard me.

"Y/N?" I don't know how to describe it, but it seems like so many emotions smashed into one word: relief, anger, happiness, anxiousness. So many that they overwhelm me.

"Yeah, it's me, can you let me in?" I don't get a verbal response, but hear the door being unlocked. I push open the heavy door, making my way inside the lobby. I head over to the elevator and push the up button, waiting patiently for the doors to open. I'm startled by the abrupt opening of the door from the stairwell, staring at the door as I watch my father come bustling out of it. He looks tense and rushed - a mess if I'm being honest, looking around quickly before stilling when he spots me.

His movements are fast, he catches me off guard when he pulls me in unexpectedly for a tight hug. I'm surprised, but accept the contact, it's been so long since I've seen my father after all. As he holds me, I can't help but smell the alcohol on him, though I know mentioning it could be disastrous.

We separate and head into the now awaiting elevator, the ride up was quick but surprisingly quiet; I expected some sort of conversation, but maybe he's processing? The walk from the elevator to his apartment felt uncomfortably tense though, like something suddenly angered him. Either way, it made me feel uneasy.

As soon as I enter, I go to speak, but am cut off by the harsh slamming of the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He questions in a raised voice, he's angry, that much I can tell.

"I-" I begin to respond, but have no time as I am immediately cut off.

"Leaving without telling your mother, wandering the streets of New York at night! How the hell did you even get here from LA, no airline would let you board unattended?"

"I-I used the amtrak." I explain in a shaky voice, averting my eyes from his gaze and staring down at the dirty floor.

"What were you even thinking? Coming over here?" His voice is solemn now, and it makes me more uncomfortable than when he was yelling.

"I thought that... maybe I could stay here for a while?" I respond sheepishly, but hoping - no, praying - that he'll let me stay.

"Stay? Here, with me?" He questions incredulously.

"Please?" I whisper, glancing at him hopefully.

"What? No, you can't stay with me." He looks at me like I'm crazy, I suddenly feel very out of place, like I can't find anywhere that I'm allowed to exist. It's an astounding experience, especially when I've always felt so comfortable with my father.

"But..." I begin, trailing off as I try to think of what to say.

"But what? Don't tell me, you thought you could leave your mother and come live with me, that it would be as easy as showing up on my doorstep unannounced?" I can tell he's making fun of me, his tone gives it away.

"I-" I begin once again, only this time I'm interrupted.

"Well it's not! I thought you were smarter than that? You're going back to your mother's first thing tomorrow, you understand?" His shouting is scary, he's never acted like this towards me, though I have seen a few interactions like this between him and my mother.

"Dad, no, I want to stay here!" I all but beg, wide eyed at his words.

"I don't want you staying here, I don't want you anywhere near here!" My hearing goes silent after that, but there's an obnoxious ringing... Did he just say that? That he wants nothing to do with me, that he doesn't want me anywhere near him?

He says a few more things, but I don't care enough to hear them, all I can manage to do is stare straight forward in a daze. I travelled so far, but not even my father wants me around anymore.

I was right, I should've just disappeared; I'm the catalyst of every fight, had I never been born, maybe they would still be together?

I don't remember much that happened after, just my father rolling his eyes as he drags his palm tiredly over his face. He walks me to the spare bedroom and tell me to get some rest, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep after the words we traded.

I'm not quite sure how long I lay in that bed before I hear my father talking from the living room, I tiptoe out of bed and look through the cracked door, he seems to be on the phone.

"You think I wanted her here! Listen Holly, I'm sending her back on the train tomorrow, alright? Make sure she doesn't comeback to New York." He sounds tired, annoyed, upset... I guess he really doesn't want me here, but I know my mother doesn't want me either.

I wait until my father's all but drunk himself to death, it's around 0100 in the morning before he's passed out on the couch, empty bottles on the coffee table. I cling tightly onto my backpack, walking to the front door as quietly as possible, opening the door slowly before sliding into the hallway and closing it with a dull 'click.'

The ride down was eerie, and it became even more so when I exited the apartment building. The darkness enveloping New York made the environment look quite scary, especially with only the light from the full moon and some blinking lamp posts to light my way. There was still some people out walking, most were either drunk or homeless, so I tried to pass by silently and unnoticed; my goal is to reach the airport before sunrise and buy a ticket out of the country, anywhere as long as it's not here.

I would've preferred to hail a taxi, but I can't risk not having the funds to afford a ticket, though neither of my parents want me, they still have an obligation to find me. Since I'll be paying for the flight in cash, there'll be no tracking where I went, unless the person selling me the ticket remembers my name, face, and flight destination; but I highly doubt they'll check the airports first.

When I finally arrive, the sun is just beginning to raise above the horizon, the streets are getting a little more busy with 6am traffic, and there is now light foot traffic along the sidewalks.

I was coming up on the airport, I can tell because the planes kept getting louder and louder. I'd been thinking during my entire walk on where I wanted to go, it would be suspicious for a 12 year old to ask what flights are available to anywhere, especially without an adult present.

I've chosen to go to Germany because I've always loved the language and have wanted to visit since I was 5; I've also formulated a story should I be asked any questions. I'm going to say that I'll be visiting family in Cochem, Germany. I remember reading about that beautiful place in a travel magazine, it looked nice enough and I also can't remember any other place. If they want more info, I'll say I'm specifically visiting my Uncle who lives there, that I'll be staying there for the summer. They shouldn't be asking much after that though, so I should be all good.

I push open the terminal doors, and immediately locate the booth where you can purchase a ticket. The lady behind the desk looks nice, she sounds polite as she finishes up talking with another employee before turning to me. She looks a little surprised to see just me, but she quickly recovers.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She questions sweetly.

"Hi there, I was wondering if you have any flights today heading over to Cochem, Germany?" I respond, I try to sound mature, but I'm not sure if it worked as I notice her raise her eyebrow humorously.

"Well, let me check real quick." She clicks a few times on her computer, tilting her head as she shuffles.

"There aren't any flights to Cochem since they don't have an airport." She states.

"What does that mean?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows as I think my plan may be ruined.

"It just means we find the closest airport to their, and that looks to be Frankfurt Hahn Airport; it's only about 15 miles away." She states nonchalantly, but I'm sighing internally. 15 miles, after how long of a flight? I'll need to get a map too if I don't want to get lost.

"We have a flight leaving at around 0900 with a few seat openings." She continues, showing me the available seats.

"Alright, that works." I state, handing her the cash for the ticket, waiting as she prints it out and hands it to me. I smile in thanks before wandering off to check in and head to my boarding area, I've got a while before my flight, so I guess I'll make myself comfortable.

I don't remember the flight too well, I mainly slept through the flight, having sparse moments of wakefulness when they brought us food and drinks. The people I was seated beside were a kindly older couple, they kept me company and checked in on me; I think they just saw a child alone on the flight and wanted to make sure I wasn't scared or anything.

They would try to talk with me, but I think they realized how tired I was and just let me sleep. They were rather nice, even walking with me off the plane before they separated to go to baggage claim; I didn't need to as I only had my carry-on.

I quickly bought a map from the convenience shop in the airport before heading off on my trek, its around 5am and the sun has yet to rise. The temperature is around 60ºF, so I'm not too cold, I actually welcome the chill as the movement will warm me up in no time.

_______

I've been in Cochem for around 3 weeks now, and I must say that I really should have thought this through. I swapped all my USD over into euros, but I barely have enough to afford food everyday, not to mention I have no place to stay, hotels are far to expensive to even think of. Learning german has also been more complicated than I thought, I assumed it would be easier since I'm immersed in the culture, but it's all just been one big shock for both my body and mind.

Some of the shop owners have started to recognize me; I think they have their assumptions and know I'm homeless, sometimes they'll give me something to eat free of charge. I also can't risk speaking to them in english, I can't risk anyone knowing I'm from the United States, that would only heighten their suspicion on why I'm here instead of in the US. So, for the time being, I'll just have to come off as mute until I learn the language.

_______

It's been a particularly harsh past few days, the temperature has been dropping lower than usual, and my deteriorating clothes haven't been doing much to conserve my body heat. The local children have also taken to terrorizing me, I think they've been making fun of my clothing and muteness (I am now able to mostly understand them after some tutoring from a friendly shop owner).

Sometimes, they'll try to grab my bag, I've had a group of them chase after me just because I wouldn't let them steal my backpack. Their parents either don't notice or don't care, either way, I'm on my own.

They haven't caught me yet, and I can't say what they would do to me if they did. Would they just grab my bag and leave? Or would they want to hurt me for having the audacity to run? Maybe they just chase me because they find it funny, or maybe I have good reason to evade them?

It was actually during one of these chases that I ran into the man that would come to replace my father over time.

It was routine at this point, a group of 6 or so kids would spot me and give chase, I would see them coming and take off. So far so good, I'm dodging the adults that go on with their lives, trying not to get hit by cars as I sprint across the road.

I'm doing really good actually, I turn around to catch a glimpse of them, they got stopped at the road by passing traffic, yes!

I look forward just as I turn a corner, running straight into someone, they are larger than me, barely being affected by the collision. I, however, had toppled down to the ground , scraping up my palms on the ground as the flail out to catch me.

Tears well in my eyes at the stinging pain, I can feel as the grit and dirt dig into the wounds as they rub against the cobblestone. I quickly glance up and see a tall man with short blonde hair, his eyes are a striking blue; they make me think of my father's eyes, how his aren't as striking as this man's.

I observe his expression, his eyes widen only slightly, showing his surprise about being barreled into so unexpectedly. He looks very professional in what I can best describe as a business casual suit, but something about him makes him seem like more than what he shows. This strange man, he holds an air of authority, power, I could almost describe him as threatening.

My thoughts are drawn away by the trampled footsteps behind me. I quickly scramble up from the floor, ignoring the pain in my hands as I snap my gaze to the corner I had rounded. I look just as the others come around, they halt as well at the sight of me and this adult.

I lock eyes with the groups leader and immediately begin sprinting down the road, I can hear them giving chase immediately, shouting that no one cares enough about me to help. The tears already welled up in my eyes begin to cascade down my face; they're right, not even my own family wanted, how could I expect that strangers from a different country would want me either?

In my moments of self-pity, I step into a crevice, I was unprepared for the change in level and feel my knee giving out. I tumble to the ground in a flurry, scraping my limbs against the harsh ground. I curse at myself, attempting to stand, but this fall may have done me in, my legs feel like they are on fire, and my left ankle feels heavy and stiff, as though it was being strangled.

Looking up, I notice that I've fallen in a rather secluded area of town, almost no foot traffic here at all, so these miscreants will have a field day, I wonder what they'll actually do now that they've finally caught me.

They surround me, two of them ripping my backpack from me despite my struggle to keep hold of it. The leader marches forward and shoves me, allowing them to grab the bag away. They unzip it before turning it upside down, shaking everything out onto the floor.

We watch as clothes, food, paper and pens tumble out. They look disappointed when nothing else appears, what were they expecting, cash? As if I have any left...

The leader and his lackeys roughly lift me from the ground, having to hold me up since my legs have stopped functioning. Just as they're about to speak, a stern voice erupts from behind them.

"Aufhören (Stop)." They all freeze, the boys looking back to see who interrupted them. I look as well, though it took a lot of effort.

There, standing imposingly a few steps away is the man with the blue eyes, I ran into him, what is he doing stopping these boys from hurting me?

"Was (What)?" The leader questions, he tries to sound stern as well, but I can see him shrinking away when the man steps closer.

"Verpisst euch, lauft zu euren Müttern (Fuck off, go run to your mothers)." He growls in a deep tone, I can feel the disgust in his voice when speaking to these boys.

They apparently don't need to be told twice, they release me, allowing me to crumple to the floor as they bolt away in the opposite direction. I feel dazed after everything that happened, but looking down at the ground, I can't help but feel despair swelling in my throat. Among the content of my bag was a picture of me and my parents, they're smiling and happy, and so was I. That was our last photo together before the fighting started again.

I reach out and grab the crumpled photograph, gently bringing it up so I could cradle it. I glance at the stranger as he steps closer before kneeling down. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't for him to begin collecting my belongings and putting them back into my bag.

I can tell he has his suspicions upon viewing my dirty clothing, the toothpaste and toothbrush, as well as the bits of old food wrapped up for later. He finishes zipping up the bag before gently placing it in front of me.

"Wo ist deine Mutter? Dein Vater (Where is your mother? Your father)?" He questions with a concerned tone, I glance into his eyes before quickly looking away. He's very intimidating, even when he's being so nice.

"Weg (Gone)." I reply solemnly. My parents may not be dead, but I don't plan on ever going back, they're better off without me.

"Nun, wer ist für Sie zuständig (Well, who is responsible for you)?" He asks again, hoping that someone is out there looking after me. I sadly, can't give him that answer, it would be wrong to lie to the man who saved me.

"Nur ich (Only me)." I respond, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I'm terrified, what if he turns me into the authorities, or puts me in an orphanage? Or worse, what if he takes me back to New York!

"Nur Sie? Hier draußen (Just you? Out here)?" He sounds shocked, his eyebrows scrunch up in worry, a distant look appearing in his eyes. He tilts his head in thought, of what, I'm unsure. He stands abruptly, and I'm sure he's going to leave, allow me to be alone again; but I'm the shocked one now when I notice his outstretched his hand.

I analyze it for a few seconds, wondering whether I should accept it, what happens if I do accept it? Is this a mere action of kindness before leaving me, or will this lead to more actions occurring? So many questions in my head silenced when I reach out and place my hand in his, allowing his firm grip to pull me off the floor.

My legs are still regaining their senses, but he supports me as I try to remember how to stand. I look down at my legs and notice the scrapes and cuts along them, mostly localized around my knees as they are what I fell on during my tumble. I shift my gaze up to my hands, they are so small against his, knuckles scraped and bleeding from sliding against the ground.

I tilt my head at them, so many injuries in such a short span of time, how will I fix them? I don't have any bandages on me, and I certainly can't afford to buy any.

"Komm, ich bringe das in Ordnung (Come on, I'll fix it)." I just nod my head, who am I to rebuke against his orders, especially after how he's treated me?

"Wie ist Ihr Name (What is your name)?" My words are slow as I try to remember what to say, I am doing better at understanding what is being said, but have trouble speaking the language. I can see the man raise an eyebrow, I almost think he won't answer me.

" Simon. Und du (Simon. And you)?" He states, walking with me through the town market, grasping my hand tighter when he notices the group of boys that had been terrorizing me cross the street.

"Y/N." I respond quietly, it's almost a whisper. It's been so long since I've spoken, let alone this much; I haven't said my name once during my stay here, so it's a strange feeling.

_______

After that day, Simon took me in, cleaned my wounds and bandaged them, gave me a hot meal to eat, and a room to rest in.

He unofficially adopted me after a year, explaining to me that I'm like a daughter to him, and that he want me to see him as my father. He didn't have to ask though, I've seen him as my father since the day we first met.

The first months were hard if I'm being honest, I had no idea how to act around a father figure, especially not after what happened with my actual dad. I was a lot more skittish, scared of maintaining eye contact, terrified by the slightest raise in his voice. Those behaviors began to melt away when I realized he wouldn't push me away, that he actually invited my company and tried to do things that I enjoyed - such as painting with me, or taking me into nature so I could write poems in the serene environment.

He asked me quite early on who my parents were and what happened. I was afraid that if he knew they were alive, that he would send me back to them; but I never was able to lie to him. I told him the truth about my parents, who they were, why I ran away, etc. He talked to me about it, and actually explained to me the dark history between his brother and my father.

He was empathetic towards me, explaining that he had similar feelings of displacement when he was staying with his family; it felt good having someone that could relate to me. He would reassure me during times of self-hatred, comforting me, stating that I was never the problem, that my parents should've never made me feel that way. He promised me that he will never allow them to treat me like that again.

The adoption was a quiet affair, he had documents for me falsified so that it stated I was a German citizen that he adopted out of the orphanage.

Yes, I know they were falsified, and I know all about his side of business; he told me the night beforehand what type of person he was, as well as the types of jobs he does. I'll admit, he caught me off guard since he's quite amiable, but I suppose everyone has sides that no one understands.

Some of his close friends that he works with were there to witness my adoption, they were polite and friendly as well. I had never felt more accepted in my life than I did when I was with Simo–my father, and I don't plan on ever letting go of this feeling.

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AN: Ik Ik I’ll have the snape chapter up soon. I was at a concert Sunday and the weeks been a mess anyway. Die hard and Die hard with a vengeance has been on almost every day this week so I’m bouncing between the gruber brothers like it ain’t even funny. So first Simon. Then Hans. Then snape. 🤦🏻

warnings: talk of death, die hard and die hard with a vengeance spoilers

I stood off to the side while Simon paid his dues. The freshly erected headstone sat where his brother should have been buried. My eyes burned with unshed tears. Hans had been a friend. But a friend was nothing like a brother.

“come on Simon.” I called out as loud as I dared. “we’re too exposed out here.” He turned his head towards me and nodded After a moment.

“I suppose You’re right.“ he turned back and nodded to the headstone before walking over to where I stood.

“I have news that I think you will be pleased to hear.” I whispered as we walked to the waiting car. “But not here.” Simon nodded and held the car door open for me. It was quiet as we drove back to the little apartment we were calling home for now.

“where are we going?” Simon asked as he started to take off the clothes he had donned for the memorial service.

“New York.” I answered, leaning against the door frame to watch him. He turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

“New York?” i nodded. “What is in New York?” he pulled on a new shirt and sat on the edge of our bed.

“apart from the largest federal reserve of gold, New York is home to the most gulliable police department.“ Simon smirked. “And it will hand deliver you the opportunity that you need.” I settled onto the bed next to Simon.

“and what opportunity do I need?” It was my turn to smirk.

“an opportunity to get revenge for Hans.“ another raised eyebrow was sent my way. “John mclaine is a police officer in New York City. and if we let them believe that we are sending him on wild goose chases so he doesn’t die, then there is no chance that they will even consider the federal reserve is what we are after.” Simon chuckled as he laid down next to me. He drew me close and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“absolutely brilliant.“ he then pressed a kiss to the tup of my nose. “Let’s do it.”

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