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Shattered Dreams

(So... It’s still not that one crash-story that I wanted to post weeks ago, that was inspired by one of @cazzyimagines headcanons... But... I’m having troubles writing that one for wome reason... I don’t know how to start... I have the main points to so... Eventually, that will be out as well... some time... some day... but for now...)

Shattered Dreams

Being Niki’s (female, rookie, but good) teammate, and get in a crash

Warnings: swearing, minor injuries, angry Niki Lauda, worried Niki Lauda, this is just an imagine, so there are some things that doesn’t work the way I wrote it in real life... Sorry about it, I know about it, but this is how I imagined it, and this is how it can work in my head... Just a heads up, I’m aware of it.

There you were, at the edge of the track, sitting on the ground, back to the wall, arms on your knees with your forehead on them. You were still wearing everything. Your gloves, your helmet. You were shaking. Still in shock for many reasons. You were right there. On the last lap. You saw the finish line. The checkered flag just came into view. And it ended just that quickly. The other guy hit your right back tyre, made you spin, and with full force you crashed into the wall. For a second you thought you were done for good. You might have even blacked out for a second. You hit the wall with so much power, it knocked the air out of you. Your left side was aching everywhere. You knew it was gonna get worse. You were in shock, with so much adrenaline running through your body. There were many things that you couldn't feel just yet, your body just couldn't register it. When you were able to act, you unstrapped yourself. Slowly, with shaking arms and legs, you managed to get out of your car. Half of it vanished due to the crash, no fire though, which was good. You could stand on your foot for a few seconds, then went down on four, and crawled to the wall.

That was how you found yourself in that position. You blocked out everything. People were asking you how you were, but you couldn't force yourself to answer. You were right there. You could have won. What happened? You nearly died. But you could have won… You were conflicted. The emergency car was far, but it was on its way, at least you guessed it. You didn’t even open the lid of your helmet. You didn’t even register your silent crying. The tears just kept coming like rivers. You could have won… The other drivers were in the pit already. No one made it in, but they didn’t want to send out everyone for one lap, so they finished at the position they were in, exactly before the crash and the red flag happened. With that, the two of you were out, Lauda won.

But he couldn’t care less. He was so fucking furious. He saw and knew what happened. The other guy, who already left the scene and was fine, just couldn't take it that a rookie, a FEMALE rookie was going to make it before him. He couldn’t take a loss towards a newbie, a woman. So he fucked it for the both of you. Niki was going to fucking murder him in their pit, but first he needed to know that you were alright. You didn’t answer on the radio and didn’t show any sign of being okay. There were no more cars on the track, so it was safe to go there on foot. He tossed his helmet into his garage, and started running towards the place of the crash. He didn’t care about the people around him, he couldn’t care less about his win.

He spotted you next to the people who were trying to gather your car and its pieces. He went to stop directly in front of you. He looked down at you. Your sight was hearth crushing. You didn’t give him any attention. He crouched down in front of you. You still didn’t look up. Niki’s right hand went to unlock your helmet. You immediately grabbed his hand before he could reach it. You looked up for the first time after many minutes, though they felt like hours. He couldn't see your eyes due to the closed lid, but he was sure you weren’t your usual smiley and vibrating self. It hurt him. He sure as hell was going to kill someone that day, as soon as he knew you were in a better state. He looked at you with eyes that said “Please” which you just weren’t able to say no. After you let go of his hand, he went again to only open your lid this time. When he did it, everything fall apart for him. His heart and soul were crushed into small pieces. He just stared into your red eyes, which were still leaking with tears. They were unstoppable. You were always so motivated. Even after your bad races, after you messed up qualifications, and even races. You were always ready to learn and be better. They never brought you down. And now, seeing you sitting there, with absolutely no hope in your eyes. It was worse than experiencing the end of the world.

Your sight wandered behind him, and you saw a camera, recording the two of you. You instantly lowered your head a little bit and closed the lid again, but not completely, only half way. You didn’t want them to film your shame, as you felt it. Lauda turned his gaze towards where you looked just a second before, also spotting the cameraman. He instantly turned off his camera and lowered it, as soon as he saw the look on Niki’s face. If looks could kill, he would have already been in the afterlife. As Niki looked around he saw that more and more people were coming towards, outside of the track. Everyone wanted to know what happened. He needed to take you back to the garage, to save you from the prying eyes. He slowly tried to stand up with you. Your body felt numb, but eventually you let him drag you towards the pit. You walked next to him, his left hand on your left shoulder, his right arm was thrown over your back to your other shoulder, steadying you. You were still in shock, still shaking a little bit. From the outside, you looked like you were in your own little world.

Niki was fuming with rage towards that driver, and concern towards you. If that asshole made you not even want to sit in an F1 car ever again, he was going to burn the whole fucking building down. He was so proud of your progress during this season. He was a little bit sceptical towards you at the beginning, but when you debuted at the team, the devotion you showed towards this sport made him realize just how good you already were, and how much better you could be. You were eager to learn from him. And he was more than glad to teach you. You were a great team.

You arrived back at your pit. He made you sit down. Your team liked you a lot, you were friends there, so they were also very worried about you. Niki sent one of them to search for a doctor. You still weren’t talking, so he looked you in the eye again. You didn’t need words. He wanted to take your helmet off. You let him. First the helmet, and then slowly everything that was shielding your face from him. Your face was full of hurt, sadness, disappointment. You looked like your dreams just got crushed into millions of pieces, and nobody was able to put it together again, ever. A medic arrived with a bag, and started to check you for any signs of injury. Lauda stepped back just a little bit to give the man room. He looked out of the garage and his eyes fall on the man, who caused this. The man instantly stopped, then picked up his paces, he was basically running and the pure terror was written all over him. The look Niki gave him could set anyone on fire in a blink of an eye. The medic said you were fine, just bruises here and there, but tomorrow many parts of your body were going to hurt or throb. You needed someone to be with you 24/7. You were in no state to be left alone. And no one could tell Niki to leave you alone even for just a second. He didn’t leave your side for the next few days.

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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Imagine #3

(I'm sorry, I just saw a TikTok video, and I had to do something with it…)

Warnings: swearing, implying sexual activities

You thought you check on your boyfriend, Niki, at the Ferrari garage. Something felt weird with his car yesterday, so today, throughout the whole day, Niki and the team were trying to fix the problem, before tomorrow's race. You brought some sandwiches with yourself, your man had been in the garage since early morning, and it started to get late afternoon, and it was one of those very hot days too. Basically everything and everyone was melting at that point. When you arrived to his working place it was very busy. People were fusing over the car, some were sitting next to sit, some were laying under it, and some of them were checking over and taking pieces of the car from A to B. Everyone was sweating their asses off. Your eyes found your Niki amongst the bits and car pieces. In his racing gear. Tied to his waist. Shirtless.

- Well, hello there, how you doin'?

You asked a little bit louder for him to hear, and with a raised eyebrow. Your voice caught his attention, he instantly looked up to you, from what he was doing with a half smile on his face.

- Hello to you too, mein Liebling. What brought you here?

He asked as he was coming closer to you, giving a kiss on your forehead.

- I haven't seen you all day, and I thought I bring you some late lunch. How is the car?

- It's almost done. It still has some flaws, but we can finish it in a few hours. And tomorrow it will be like a new one. I need it to be perfect. It has to be.

He said as he took a bite from the sandwich that you brought.

- The engine is leaking a little bit.

You heard one of the engineers saying this, addressing Niki.

- Patch it up then.

Answered your boyfriend, while taking another bite. A little sauce escaped from the bread, finding its way on his chest. Your eyes followed the route of it. It started on his chest, and it flowed down until his upper stomach. Niki wasn't overly muscular, but healthy and was in a good shape for a F1 driver. And you liked that. His "charming personality" wasn't the only thing that won you over and made you fall for him.

- The engine isn't the only thing that's leaking…

You breathed out without realizing it.

- What?

You asked back immediately, dumbfounded to your boyfriend. He cleaned up his chest, while he was still looking at you dead in the eye. He licked his lips.

- We need to hurry the fuck up…

He murmured, then quickly finished his food and went back to the car. He wanted to take you home as soon as possible...

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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Imagine #2

You were going to travel tomorrow to the city where Niki's next race was going to take place. You were packing in your bedroom. You were going through all of the stuff you might need there. You wanted to ask Niki if he told you everything he wanted to take with him, or if there was anything else that came to his mind. He was currently in the garage, patching up one of his cars. He needed something to take his mind off of the race a little bit. You headed to the garage. As you got closer all you could hear was the small sounds of clattering and the meetings of different metals, screws and other "manly tools". The door wasn't completely closed, you just had to push it open. You couldn't see your boyfriend at first, but you were sure he was in there, from what you were hearing.

- Niki?

Bang. You turned towards the car from where you heard the loud noise, then you saw your man slipping out under his car, with a hand on his forehead.

- I didn't hear you coming in, Liebling.

He groaned, massaging his head with his left hand. He was sitting in front of his car, when you walked towards him, crouching next to him. You raised a hand to free his face from his, your other hand came up to gently touch his forehead. Nothing serious, but he needed some ice on it, if he didn't want his helmet to make it painful for him during tomorrow's race.

- I'm fine.

He said as he felt you tugging on his arm.

- Come on now.

You answered back, not ordering, but with a tone which stated, "please, I just want to help you, let me do it". Eventually, with a small sigh, he got up with you, and let you drag him to your kitchen. You told him to sit down at the table, while you opened the fridge to search for something cold. You found some frozen vegetables in the freezer. You grabbed it, and sat down next to your Niki, who still had a frown on his face, but tried not to show you how much his head really hurt. He didn't like to show you if he was hurt. He was your boyfriend. He was the one whose job was to protect and take care of you. Even if he couldn't do that to himself sometimes. Or at all.

- It's okay, come here.

Like you were reading his thoughts. You gently put a hand on his face, while with the other one you placed the bag of frozen goodies on the other side. He very slightly, nearly invisibly flinched because of the sudden coldness on his face, but then relaxed. He was being taken care of. By you. He placed his palms on your thighs. He couldn't form the words how much He adored you, but he knew you knew it. By the smile you were looking at each other.

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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Soooo I had this idea for a "series" kind of thing. Not an AU, just some imagines which either haunt me in my everyday life, or just came to me, or something inspired me, and I just felt the need to write it down and share it with you. This is not a "real series", the little imagines won't have an "order". They will be just out there, as I will post them. The only connection they will have is the fact that they're all about NIKI LAUDA. Little glimpses of how i IMAGINE him to be, to react to a certain thing or scene or whatever.

I hope they will be interesting for some of you. Please enjoy them. I don't have a plan for how many i will write. We'll see. Some of them will be short, some of them maybe longer. If there will be any warnings, I will indicate beforehand. If not, there's none. I mostly imagine these with a female Reader, but can be gender neutral most of the time.

Imagine #1

James did it again. He managed to rile him up. Niki wanted to punch him, but couldn't. Too many people. Too many reporters. He just stood there, after James left him with a smug expression on his face at the Ferrari garage. The Austrian clenched both of his fists. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from the leaving figure of Hunt. Until he felt his left fist getting caged by two smaller hands. He knew whom they belonged to. He relaxed a little bit before he looked down at you. Neither of you said anything. You caressed his left hand while looking at him in the eye with a comforting expression. Niki turned with his whole body towards you, took a small step forward, but before he could do anything he remembered the reporters. He generally didn't like them, but if they even tried to put the two of you on a sports magazine's cover, that was even worse. He grabbed your left hand with his, right on your lower back, and gently dragged you towards his trailer. He opened the door for you, let you in first, then closed the door behind him. You faced him after it was really just the two of you, patiently waiting for him to tell you why he brought you there. He looked you in the eye while stepping directly in front of you. He took your hands in his, and without ever breaking eye contact, leaned his forehead towards yours. When they touched only then Niki did closed his eyes. He gently sighed.

- Thank You.

Was the only thing he said.

- I'm always here for you.

You replied.

#niki lauda #niki lauda x you #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda imagines

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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I know, it's very short, but I just had to do it... For @rumblelibrary ❤️❤️🔥🔥

(I also hope it's a Good Morning gift 👀👀)

Impatient

Niki Lauda x Reader

Warnings: none?... It's just a little silly something...

You know you shouldn't have pushed it. But you did. You were sitting across from him, in his office, at home, waiting for him to finish up with work emails. You were really bored at this point, you craved his attention. You were looking around, fidgeting in your seat, with your legs, fingers, and huffing. After the third big sigh he looked up from his laptop to your eyes.

- I will finish in a minute.

And went back to reading. It was the fifth time he said that. You were done waiting. You were usually a good girl for him, but today you decided to try your limits. You looked at the little lamp which was standing on his desk, reached out, and turned it. Just slightly. He glanced up, but didn't say anything. Then you reached towards a photo of both of you, and turned that slightly. Still nothing. You moved onto the box, which had some pencils and pens in it. You took a pen and very gently, dropped it to the table. Niki's eyes snapped at you. You took out a pencil this time, but instead of the table, you stretched your hands above the carpet.

- Don't.

Said Niki with a warning tone in his voice. You looked him in the eye. And let go of the pencil. 3 seconds passed. Both of you jumped up from your seats, he went to go around the table, while you ran to the door. You headed to the living room, like your life depended on it, with Niki right behind you. He was faster than you. You were only able to reach the sofa when He grabbed one of your arms, twisted you around, and pinned you against it, hovering above you.

- You can be very needy sometimes, you know that?

Niki asked you with an amused grin.

- Yeah, I'm well aware of it. That's why you love me, don't you?

You asked, slightly teasingly.

Niki just slightly shaked his head, and began the siege of your neck...

#niki lauda x you #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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Niki Lauda - The White Wolf

A Werewolf! Niki Lauda x Reader fic (18+)

Headcanons:

So... This is my first AU ever... And also this is my first smut... Kind of... Thing... Ever... Sex scene, let's go with that... I was debating to post it in smaller parts, or a bigger one. I decided the second one might be better.

This is a mess, and a random idea... This could be a psychedelic trip, while you're watching fucking Twilight... Yes, I am familiar with the Twilight Saga... No, I wasn't Team Jacob... No, I didn't intend to base this on that... But it might has some similar stuff (no vampires)... Small stuff... All of them were unintentional, really.... Well... 1 or 2 things weren't, but most of them.

English is still not my native language, apologies for the grammatical mistakes, I tried.

Taglist: @rumblelibrary (you are my first tag in a fic written by me aaaaaaa🥺❤️🔥)

Summary: Your car broke down while you're on a road trip, on your own. You need someone to fix it. There's a small town. What could possibly happen?...

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it kids), swearing, possibly smoking, drinking, mention of scar (nothing big or serious), google translated German, bad dog jokes, puns, and no, i didn't make a "real" wolf fuck the Reader, i'm not that kinky, i imagined the Reader to be female, but can be gender neutral, no name, or age mentioned, no use of y/n either... That's it?... Idunno, still new to this

(collage made by me, i don't own the pictures, i just used them, it's also very amateur, I haven't done a collage in ages)

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You were in your car ‘till your waist. The damn thing broke down half way into your road trip. You have had enough of your monotonous everyday life, so you decided to pack up the essential stuff of yours, get your car together, and head out into the unknown. You have already seen beautiful mountains from a distance, gone through deep, mysterious forests, taken many pictures. You have tried to live in your car, but occasionally you have stayed in some cheap, low budget motels for 1 or 2 nights. You always had trust in your car, yet there you were. It didn’t run out of gas, it just suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, just outside of a small town. It looked rather friendly, and not busy at all. There wasn’t any other car passing by, so you did what you thought was the best decision: packed your bag, locked the car, and started walking into the town, praying to find someone, anyone really, who can maybe lend a helping hand.

The people you saw were really kind, it seemed they didn’t really get too many outsiders in their small town, and they seemed happy for you. They told you that there was one car mechanic in the town, a little group of guys. They also told you about a motel, which was always open for travellers, and due to the lack of them, it was basically empty. You decided to go to the motel first. The receptionist was a friendly old lady, who, again, got very excited to finally have someone at her place. You got your room, for a very small price, went in and unpacked some of your stuff. You really wanted to know what was up with your car, or if it could be fixed at all, so you didn’t waste much time in your new temporary place. After a few minutes you headed out to the streets, to the direction where you were told before to find the mechanics.

It was one of those warm days, so you were glad you found what you were looking for. You heard music coming out of an open garage. Above the doors you read “The Rat's Den”.

- Hello?... - you popped your head in the garage.

- Can I help you with something? - a tall, blonde haired man, with broad shoulders approached you. He had a cheeky smile on his face, sweat under his long locks. Oh, and shirtless.

- I uhm.. My car broke down just down the main road - you gestured with your hand where your car was - And I was just wondering if you could help me with it… I don’t know what could be the problem, I have been traveling with it for the past few days, weeks, everything was fine up until now. I just can’t get it to work.

- Sure, we can take a look at that thing - you turned your head to the direction from where another voice caught your attention. Another man just slipped out from under a car. He had curly hair, slimmer body than the blonde one, but still tall. You looked him in the eye as he came over. His eyes were like a river of caramel pudding, and they were glowing like a forest fire in the middle of the night. Your mouth watered.

- Thank.. You… - you said shyly. What’s happening? You normally aren't this shy… - When can you do that?

- Are you staying in that old motel? - asked the curly one.

- Yes.

- Alright. Is that good, if I go there around 7 am tomorrow, so I can take a look at it before I open the garage?

- Y-yeah… sure.

- It’s a date then. I’m Niki Lauda, by the way, that’s James Hunt. - he gestured towards the blonde one, James. You didn’t even notice him leaving you two. You told him your name.

- It was nice meeting you. I’ll be there at 7.

- Okay. See you then. And thank you.

- It’s no problem.

And with that you headed out of the garage. You turned back before you completely went outside. You saw a tattoo on James' right shoulder. You didn’t see every detail, but you felt a strange feeling. Unconsciously your eyes wandered to Niki. He was wearing a white shirt, but you could still see a glimpse of something similar, at least as you guessed, just under his neck. Strange.

You went back to the motel. You couldn’t go to sleep during the night so easily. You had a weird feeling about The Rat’s Den. Some kind of an aura was around it. It looked like any other garages where they repair cars and that’s it, but not there. There was something. You couldn’t really describe what you were feeling, or grasp what you should even be looking for. Something was up, you were sure about that.

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After a few hours of sleep, you woke up. Niki could be here any minute now. You freshened up a little bit, you felt like shit due to the lack of sleep. Suddenly, you heard a loud car noise. You were the only one there at the motel, you guessed that was Niki. Honk. Yes, most definitely. You opened the door for an old, shiney Ferrari, with Niki sitting at the front.

- You’re coming or no, Schatzi?

You blushed by the petname, but quickly composed yourself, locked your room’s door, and jumped into the passenger seat. The man asked you about where you left your car. You answered and he drove to the correct directions. The short journey was mostly silent, with small talks. You stared out of the window, so you missed the spectating eyes of his.

- You’re good? You look exhausted…

- I’m okay, I just haven’t slept much. - you turned to him.

- Well, that makes the two of us.

You looked at him with curious eyes, but he remained silent, eyes focused on the road. You couldn’t read him, but tried to observe his features. He was pale, especially his knuckles as he was basically suffocating that poor wheel. He was taking deep and slow breaths. He looked like he was having a hard time in his own car.

- Is that your car? - Niki snapped you out of your thoughts.

- Yes, yes, that’s it.

Niki stopped his car in front of yours. You got out, and walked to it. He asked for your keys, so he could open the hood of the car. You took them out of your packet, then placed them in his open palm. Fingers briefly touched. He was warm. Surprisingly warm. For a moment you thought you heard him sharply inhale, but he quickly busied himself with your car. He has a nice butt. You immediately scolded yourself and turned your back to him, leaning on the side of the car, while he was working. After a few minutes, awkward silence, and some rattling, he straightened himself and turned to you.

- The engine gave up. Although it’s nothing serious or expensive, it will take some day to fix it properly, so it won’t die again. - so I stuck here yey - How long will you stay?

- As long as I don’t have a car I guess… - you massaged your nose, the lack of sleep started to catch up - I took it to a mechanic before I left… That’s just great…

- Well, that asshole did a shit job… It’s obvious what’s wrong, and it didn’t happen overnight. - he shrugged and closed the hood - I can’t take it back to the garage now, but during the afternoon I will come back for it with a more usable car.

- Sounds like a plan - you nodded and extended your arm to take your keys back.

Your fingers brushed against his, again, but this time the contact shot electricity up in your arm, which caused you to drop the keys. You instantly crouched after it, but what you grabbed weren’t your keys. It was a hand. Niki’s hand. How does he have these quick reflexes? You looked up, still holding his hand, and just realized that your faces were just a few centimeters away from each other. Both of you froze. Niki even seemed like he wasn’t breathing. His eyes were on yours, before he looked down to your lips. You licked them unconsciously. He purred. What?

- We should get back to the town.

He jumped up, leaving your keys on the ground. You tried to get yourself together, picked up your keys and sat back into his car. The way back to the garage was in complete silence. He didn’t purr, did he? He just breathed weirdly… I am imagining stuff… Right? You were confused.

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Not much happened during the rest of the day. You tried to look around the little place, bought some food and just relaxed in your room. When the sun started to settle down you realized that you didn’t give your car keys back to Niki. You left each other in such a hurry, after he took you back to his garage, none of you had it in mind. You couldn’t call him, you didn’t have his number, and you didn’t really want to walk there. Throughout the whole day you had a strange feeling. Something was definitely up. You just felt it in your guts. Niki was like any other man and yet, he had an aura that just gave off some vibes which you just couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard you tried. You were pacing in your room when you looked out of your window. A red Ferrari just stopped in front of the motel. What, is he a mind reader too? You opened your door, spinning your keys in the air with your right hand.

- Catch! - you shouted, throwing them at his back, but before it could hit him, he turned around and caught them in his left hand with incredible accuracy.

You weren't expecting that. He didn’t say anything, just smirked and winked at you, as you locked eyes. You blushed deeply, and he disappeared just as quickly as he came by.

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During the evening, you couldn’t rest. Again. This time you decided to go for a little walk. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. You just wandered around the quiet, calm town. It seemed like everyone was fast asleep. Not a single person, not a single soul was up. You arrived at a little dirt road which was leading you to a forest, next to your temporary home. You didn’t know why, you followed it. You got to a little field which was shielded with huge trees from the outside world. Some rays of sunshine were still peeking through the bushes, giving it an angelic look. Little red flowers covered your newly found small area. It felt like you were in a fairytale. But you weren’t. You heard a branch break behind you. You turned on your heels, just in time to see a huge, black wolf coming out from the bushes. It looked unusual, there was something in its face, in its eyes that was off. Human? It had a human kind of amused face expression. In the middle of your observation you just realized it was coming close. You panicked. Just when you thought it was going to rip you apart, another one jumped between the two of you, from behind you. This one was white, and slightly bigger. It growled at its own kind, like it was telling him to fuck off. The black wolf looked at you one last time and took off into the trees. The remaining animal calmed down, before it turned to you. It looked majestic. There was something royal in its posture. Around its neck and on his chest it had little patches of curly fur, like a mane. It had a cut on its lip, probably just had a fight, maybe with its prey. It looked deep into your eyes, like it was staring into your soul. There was something familiar in those eyes. The eyes were glowing, and like a river of caramel. Wait. You took a step forward and it instantly disappeared into the shadows. You really did needed to sleep.

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You jolted up in your bed. You were covered in sweat, hair was messy. You massaged your face while you were trying to catch your breath, even your breathing. You looked at the clock. 1:30am. You managed to sleep for about an hour, before the nightmare woke you up. You saw the wolves again. They were circling you. The black one jumped forward and tackled you to the ground. Your sight got blurry, but you could still make out the silhouette of the white one. It changed into a man. It had curly hair. You felt like someone or something was watching you. You walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. You saw a wolf, watching you from the otherside of the road. A white wolf. That wolf. You immediately turned around, hands were burying in your hair. What the hell is going on? Am I going crazy? What is this place? A knock on the door caused you to jump. With shake legs and hands, you went to the door and opened it. Niki was leaning on the door jamb, with his left hand.

- What an earth are you… - you started with a confused look but it quickly changed into a shock, your eyes got wide when you looked at his lips. He had a fresh scar there. - There’s no way…

- I can’t do this anymore. You drive me crazy. - he looked at you with a beast-like expression on his face.

- What do y- - you couldn’t finish your question.

Niki technically broke into your room, then kicked the door closed. He didn’t mean to scare you, but he was on the edge of completely losing control over himself. He took a step towards you. You didn’t step back. You couldn’t. That animal look on him made your legs weak, your mouth dry. The lust in his eye made you want him. You licked your lips. That was the last straw for him. The next thing you knew you were thrown against the wall. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a hungry wolf. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t plan to go easy and kind on you either. He hooked his hands under your knees, picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and thighs.

- Your smell is intoxicating to me. I still don’t know how did I manage to not to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the hood of your car, when there were just the two of us, alone. - he confessed into your ear, and that made you feel all kinds of incoherent thoughts.

You wanted to answer, but when he sucked on your collarbone, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan, which could have been heard in Hell as well. He growled in response, grabbed your shirt on the back, and tore it in half with such ease, letting it fall to the carpet. He took you away from the wall, then placed your back on your bed. He sit up, just to took of his shirt. He placed himself between your legs, arms next to your head to keep himself from crushing you. He looked you deep in the eye. The warm that radiated from him was unbearable. It made your stomach turn in itself. He leaned in to capture your lips, but he stopped just millimeters away from you. There was a silent question in the air. He got his answer when you closed your eyes. When your lips met, you felt like you jumped to another dimension. He tasted like a mixture of cigarette and beer. Your hands found their ways into his curls. His breath stuttered for a second, before letting out a purring sound into your lips and mouth. He liked that. No. He loved that. His left hand wandered down between the two of you, to pull your pants down. You let him. Then it was your turn to free him from his pants. He let you. He was bigger than you would have imagined, and thick. And also hard like a rock. You gently grabbed him to pump him a little bit, but he didn’t let you have your fun for too long. He needed you badly. He wanted to bury himself in you. He pulled your hand away from him, and just as you were to pull your legs up for him to get a better angle, he tightened his grip on your arm a little bit, and turned you around like he just picked up a feather. You got confused for a second but when you felt him at your entrance you put the puzzle together. Oh. He is half wolf after all. And without a second word he trusted his hips toward and filled you up. You pressed your face into your blanket to suppress some of your cry.

- I’m sorry, but you really bring the animal out of me... Meine schöne Beute...- was all he whispered, but waited for a little bit for you, to get used to him, before he started moving.

From slow and sensual trusts, you quickly arrived to needy and shameless fucking. His occasional growles got mixed with your load moans. Niki kept biting your neck and shoulders, and you couldn’t do anything, rather just take it. Not that you had any coherent thoughts about doing anything in that position. As both of you were coming closer to reaching your desires, Niki’s hands found their ways to the back of your own ones, interlocked your fingers, and raised both his and your arms above your heads on the bed. You saw the finish line, but before you could register the checkered flag, your pleasure hit you like a racecar. The man behind you finished the race as a close second. He stayed inside you until he got soft, then collapsed on the bed beside you. After you stopped seeing stars, you looked at him. He was already looking at you with his big caramel eyes. You felt this urge to cuddle him, you were already missing his warmth, although he wasn’t that far from you. He looked like he sensed your thoughts, because he opened one of his arms, invitingly. You quickly snuggled to his side, head on his chest. He was drawing circles on your back with the hand that was behind you. You reached up to the back of his neck, and started to slowly massaging the hair on it. He instantly started purring.

- I love this sound… - you slightly chuckled.

- I can get used to this… - he smiled.

- So am I... - the broken car was long forgotten.

Both of you drifted off to sleep like this, in the arms of each other. The last thing you heard was Niki’s heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Honk.

You shot your eyes open. You were in your car. In a parking lot. You sit up, confused, trying to solve your thoughts. You were tired, so you stopped to sleep a little bit in your car, before you reached your next destination. Was this all a dream? You climbed over to the driver’s seat. Started the car. Looked in the mirror on your right, on your left, then on the middle one. You saw a little purple spot under your shirt, around your neck. You pulled the shirt aside. A hickey on your collarbone.

🐺🤍❤️

The End?...

#daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #werewolf au #car mechanic au #werewolf!au

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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BRAINSTORMING

Niki Lauda - The White Wolf

Headcanons

Werewolf!Niki Lauda

RACHAEL, HELP ME...please…

This happened because of what happened on @mymagicsuitcase on Sunday evening… (I was a Twilight fan back then, saw the films, read the books, preferred the books, Team Edward all the way… but now… I would do anything for Furry Niki)

- Okay, first of all, He is a white wolf, I would fight for this statement

- He would look sporty, but not hella jacked

- Smoking (smoking hot…)

- He would either drive a red (Ferrari) car, or a red motorbike

- If he and his pack had matching tattoos, it would be on the back, at least Niki's… like in the middle of it, just under his neck

- If they had gang like jackets, that would be brown leather, with red signs, writing on it… i can definitely see Badass Niki in something like this...

- Hands down, alpha… the biggest alpha ever

- At some places, maybe around his neck, as a wolf, he maybe has curly fur… or wavey.. i think it's a cute idea, but I don't know if it could work or not...

- Growling, purring… as a wolf, as a man……..

- He would fucking purr if you play with his hair, he would loooovveee it…

- He would be warm… and possibly cuddly when you are cold

- He would make a growling-ish sound when he is protecting you from someone, or if he is angry at someone…

- He would watch out for you, as a wolf, from the trees, bushes

- 18+

- I really don't want to start this thoughts of train, but I have to… He would be into the doggy style… like… very much so…

- Also pinning… pinning you against the bed, the table, the wall… specially the wall… you facing the wall…

- (more growling like sounds…)

- He would spoon you after… keeping you close and warm

I'm just having fun with this… but... Should I write a story out in connection with this?🤔 Hmmm…Werewolf AU… but only him, as a werewolf, not going into Twilight shits and other supernatural stuff...

#ILOVEYOURACHAEL #Daniel Bruhl #daniel brühl #Niki Lauda #niki lauda x reader #werewolf #au #werewolf au

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On Monday, hopefully, I will FINALLY finish all of my uni exams... I'm already so done with this semester... After Monday... I will continue my Daniel Brühl x Reader fic, and possibly write and post more stuff here ❤️🔥

I will finally have time to do what I want... I can't wait... (mainly more Daniel and Niki Lauda stuff is on the way... We'll see what else 👀🔥❤️)

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader #niki lauda x reader

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time.

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. - A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race. You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track.

This is gonna be a good day...

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #rush 2013

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Huh... Alright, I'm doing... I think I'm doing it...

This is my very first fanfic ever... I'm still learning... This is a part 1 thing... I'm currently in the middle of a university exam period, so I couldn't finish the whole story yet, but I will as soon as I can, but I don't want to wait anymore... My English is okay-ish... It's not my native language, so there maybe some grammatical mistakes, I hope it's still readable... I tried my best... Just bear with me, I'll try to learn and improve... I'm very nervous...

Facts about the story: there is no age mentioning, Reader is around 25-26, I made Daniel younger in my head, 34-36 (single, no wife, no kids, let's respect the real Brühl family), Reader is female, I am Hungarian as well (possible Hungarian language in the future), I'm studying Russian (possible Russian language in the future), and I just started learning German, I used translater (sorry if I messed it up but, I really tried, please tell me if it's horrible), and one more thing... I have never met Daniel, nor I went to Berlin (yet, I really want to, and planning)... All of this are imagination, dreaming, and a little searching...

Warnings: none?... i think?... Apart from the horrible language uses and horrible jokes... Maybe swearing.

(Bad) Summary: a Hungarian girl goes to Berlin with a Russian friend of hers, as tourists. They always wanted to visit the city (not because Reader has a crush on the one and only Daniel Brühl, and wants to go to his tapas bar...of course). When the Reader goes back alone to the bar, Daniel is there too... The big meeting, adventures, fun, love, shitty romcom vibes ahead... (i hope the story is better than the summary...)

And now, after this awkward rambling, I present to you:

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With Love from Berlin

Part 1

You couldn’t believe it. Finally, after months of preparation, you and your best friend were finally here, in the heart of Germany, Berlin. It was very different from what you were used to. Coming from a small city from Hungary, this was way bigger than your imagination. All kinds of people from different cultures merged into one. Museums, cafes, bars, restaurants, you didn’t even know where to begin. You took a deep breath in your hotel room. Your friend insisted on getting different rooms, in case she or you find someone to have a good time, if you know what I mean. Well, rather your friend, than you. You wanted to come here after many years, and you were finally here, so you want to experience as much of this city as you possibly could, you’re not gonna waste your time on a random (or more, glancing at your friend) man.

You arrived at the hotel around 1.00pm, so you decided to go get some lunch somewhere close. You were a little bit tired of the long hours on the train. Just around a corner from where you were staying there was a tapas bar. Bar Raval. Your friend wasn’t really into movies that much, or actors in particular, but you knew that place, although you have never been there. You didn’t think about yourself as a “fangirl”, but you really admired the work of Daniel Brühl. You knew there was little to no chance that you could get even a tiny glance of him, but in over all: you would be happy just to say that you were in his bar. Your friend liked Spanish cuisine, so it didn’t take much to convince her to eat there.

A Hungarian and a Russian woman walked into a Spanish restaurant in Germany, Berlin. Sounded comical. The place looked very friendly and funky. There were some people, not really a crowd. You decided to sit in the corner, with your back to the wall, so you can observe your surroundings. Your friend sits down opposite you. A waiter comes up to you:

- Willkommen! Was möchten Sie gerne? - he asked, looking between the two of you.

- Oh, sorry, we don’t really speak German. - you said with quite a thick Hungarian accent, because you got nervous due the potential language barrier.

- I see, It’s okay. We usually have all kinds of tourist here, so you’re good. What can I get for you two? - he asked with a welcoming smile.

You weren’t sure what you wanted to eat, you weren’t familiar with Spanish food at all, so you just trusted your friend to order something. She ordered something with pasta, and another thing with pasta. You had no idea what she just said. And some juice. She smiled at the waiter who scribbled down your order, and of he went. You looked around while you were waiting.

- It’s nice isn’t it?

- Yeah, it is. Quite bohemian. I would have guessed you would want to go to a traditional German restaurant. Why are we here? - smiled your friend knowingly.

- Well… You know…

- Is this the place of your man?

- What?! Shut up… - blushing - I just like his movies, that’s all… Anyway, I just liked the pictures of this place…

- ...and him…

- ...AND I wanted to check it out myself, ok?

- Ok-Ok...

You smiled at each other. You were best friends for years now, you could communicate without much of words. The waiter arrived with your plates. The food was good. In fact, more than good. In general, you prefer other cuisines, but you really liked this Spanish place. In Berlin. Odd, in the best way. After the lunch you went back to the hotel. Your friend wanted to go to a small club in the evening, so you decided to just chill throughout the afternoon.

The traveling took the better of you, as you didn’t just not feel fresh after your nap, but you actually felt like shit. Your friend on the other hand really wanted to get going. So you assured her and yourself that it’s fine if you didn’t go to a club. She was a strong woman, and the club which she picked was just a couple of blocks away, so she decided, after she made sure that it is truly okay, to leave you behind in your room. You have never been a party-animal anyway, and you really just wanted to plan for tomorrow. There were so many things you wanted to watch in the city. After a few hours of planning and searching, you eventually fall asleep on the couch.

In the morning, luckily, you felt much better, more of yourself than in the previous afternoon. You took a shower, get dressed (purple converse, dark skinny jeans, blue tank-top and a blue/black checked shirt...nothing can go wrong dressing like this, you thought), grabbed your camo, ex-military little gym bag, locked your room’s door, and went to knock on your friend’s door. It took a few minutes, some groans, and other small noises, when she finally flung the door open. The sight was hideous.

- The hell happened to you? - you really tried not to laugh.

- Laugh, as you like… I had a good time. Drank more vodka that I could handle though…

- Are you alone or…?

- I am… Calm down, I didn’t get lied… Although I tried… But I didn’t!!! - she said quickly after she saw the frown on your face. - But I feel very shitty… My hangover is killing me, I didn’t give out anything yet… But I might throw up at any minute now…

- How can I help you? Stay with you? Bring you something from that little shop we saw yesterday?

- Some water would be nice… But I don’t want you to see me like this… And I will be fine, i’m just gonna rest today… You can go on on your sightseeing trip.

- Are you sure? I’m gladly staying with you…

- No, no! You wanted to come so badly, I don’t want to take a day away from you. I will be alright.

- You promise?

- I do. Please, just go. - she smiled at you.

- Alright. I’ll go grab you some water, and… I don’t know, go for a walk or something. Get breakfast.

- For the mentioning of food, your friend’s face went green and particularly jumped into her bathroom.

- I’m coming back in a minute or two! - you shouted after her, than closed her hotel room’s door.

You went down to get some water, some bread and some crackers which would be easy on her stomach, yet she still would be able to eat something throughout the day. You knocked on her door, which opened just slightly, an arm came out to take the bag from your hand, a small, weak “Спасибо” and just like that the door was closed again. You giggled to her door before you headed down to the street.

You honestly didn’t really want to explore many things without her, so you tried to keep your excitement low. You decided to go back to that bar where you ate your lunch yesterday. You liked it a lot, and it wasn’t a new place to discover, which meant that your friend wasn’t missing out on anything. You went to the bar. It was still early morning, not many people were there. A few old people, some of them are couples. The younger generation (yours) was probably still sleeping. Besides, the place was more like a lunch/dinner kind of place anyway. The waiter looked up and recognised you.

- Good morning! Alone this time?

- Good morning to you too! Yes, my friend had a wild party last night, and she is standing at the gates of Hell right now.

- That sounds bad. - he laughed.

- It is, she looked scary… - that made him chuckle.

- So what can i do for you today?

- I would like just a cappuccino, please.

- Alright, just sit down, I’m on it.

- Thank you!

You sat down at the exact place where you did yesterday, next to the window, with your back to the wall. You put down your bag, and looked around. With less people, the place looked cozier. You really did like it a lot. Eventually, your cappucino arrived. You thanked it, and tasted it. It was delicious. You were one of those people who liked to read next to a fresh coffee, and you always had a book around you. You took it out from your handy-dandy bag and started reading it, holding it a little up in your hands, leaned back on your chair. You were reading one of your favourite books (Pushkin - Anyegin), while sipping a good morning cappuccino, in a nice place. You just relaxed to the small sounds of the bar and sounds of the city, which infiltrated through the door and windows.

- Eine interessante Wahl von Buch am Morgen. Interessanter als eine Zeitung, das ist sicher...

No. Just...no. You were hallucinating. You felt like everything was frozen around you. From out of 2.8 millions of people (roughly), you would recognize this voice. His voice. You physically could not look up.

- Omm.. I’m sorry, I didn’t understand what you just said… - you said with the weakest voice and in the thickest accent ever, in your whole damn life. You hoped that if you make this man say another thing you fall back to reality.

- Oh, my bad - he giggled - I just said that it is an interesting choice of read in the morning, it sure is more interesting than a newspaper.

Shit, this was the reality.

You dared to look up, and your eyes met the most chocolaty eyes ever on this whole planet, but at least in the whole of Berlin. The owner of those eyes was leaning on the chair opposite you.

- Hello. I’m the owner of this Bar, I’m Daniel. - he offered his hand to you.

- Hi, I kno...i mean I’m (Y/N), I’m the costumer…? - you finished with a questioning voice and all you wanted was for the ground to open, swallow you, and with that wipe you out of this universe. You shook his hand, without looking at him directly. His hands were warm and secure. After he released you, you closed your eyes, already feeling the burning sensation in your face. You heard a deep chuckle.

- Yeah, I guessed that. You’re not from Germany and you aren't British either, aren’t you?

You opened your (Y/E/C) eyes only to meet his curious ones.

- No, I’m not. I’m just a tourist here, I’m from Hungary.

- Oh, I’ve been there. It’s a lovely country. Would you mind if I sit down? - gesturing to the empty chair opposite from you.

- Yes… I mean no… - you took a deep breath - If you would like to you can sit with me. - This is just going great...

You earned another deep chuckle from the man in front of you, while he sat down.

- So… What are you doing here alone, in Berlin?

- I’m not alone.

- Oh… Anniversary? - for a moment you thought you saw something in his eyes. Sadness?

- Not that either. I don’t have anyone to celebrate such things. I came here with my friend, but she got wasted last night, and probably at the moment she is agonizing in her bathroom above the toilet.

- Hm… that’s not nice. - curiosity was coming back to his face.

The two of you stayed in silence. It wasn’t really uncomfortable, you were just terribly shy, and couldn’t stop blushing. You even tried to hide some of your face by leaning on one of your palms, and sipping your coffee.

This is aweful. Daniel f*ing Brühl is sitting opposite me, and I can’t even look at him. He must be thinking I’m one of those fangirls who just can’t keep it together before their idols. Which is true, but he shouldn’t have to know that…

But he wasn’t thinking that. Quite the opposite actually. You were so out of place in his bar, he had to approach you. There was something in you which made him intrigued. While you were trying to hide, which he found a little bit cute and entertaining, he tried to study you as well. There was something in you. He felt like he wanted to know your story.

- So what’s the plan for today?

...........

#daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #fanfic #actor x reader #actor x y/n #daniel bruhl x you #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo

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