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charlie-artlie · 8 months
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Bonnie in the real world 💖
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qtboni · 9 months
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Hey there! ☺️ I've been loving your writing lately and wanted to make a request for a new piece. What about writing about Soldier!Reader and König falling asleep on each other on their way back to base after a mission? I think it would be a sweet moment of intimacy after all the dangers and stress they've been through together. No pressure though, just thought I'd throw it out there! :)
HI, LOVIE! thanks for this request,, this was undeniably the cutest thing I have ever written!! i used gtranslate for the german phrases cz idk any german huhu. anyw, i hope u wd love this, anon <//3
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PAIRING: König X Gn!Reader
OVERVIEW: König letting you rest on his shoulder, and him also resting on top of your head <//3
C/W: Everything is fluff.
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As you sat in the back of the military vehicle, you felt your shoulders droop as you fought to stay awake. Your mind was fogged from fatigue, and every minute felt like an eternity.
But as your eyes began to flutter closed, you made one last effort, shifting slightly in your seat to avoid dozing off.
You and your team had just completed a long and arduous mission, and you all were tired and eager to get back to base. You looked over at König who was seated next to you in the military vehicle. He looked just as exhausted as you felt, his face lined with the strain of the past few hours.
König, watching over you as he always did on missions, noticed the tell-tale signs of you about to fall asleep. Instead of calling you out, however, he silently watched with concern.
He knew how grueling the mission had been, and he did not want to see you hurt yourself by staying up any longer.
As you continued to struggle to keep your eyes open, your focus began to slip, your head slowly drooping. You didn't even realize it, but eventually your head came to rest on König's shoulder, your breathing growing more and more steady with each passing moment.
König noticed the change in your demeanor immediately, and he watched your face as it relaxed into a peaceful slumber. He knew your exhaustion well, and he saw it as a sign that you had finally reached your limit.
His rough, low voice was warm and comforting as he whispered words to you so softly that you almost didn't catch it, but you felt their meaning deep in your heart.
"Ich bin so stolz auf dich," he murmured, his voice low and steady, "Du bist so mutig und stark."
His whispers continued as you slept, caressing your right arm gently as he does so. "Ich liebe dich..." he murmured softly, sounding almost hesitant. "Du bist meine Welt, meine Liebe."
König knows that you would not be able to understand them, so he lets himself freely express his love and care for you in his mother tongue.
König then adjusted his seat to accommodate you and let you rest against him. Nevertheless, you still slept soundly in his right shoulder, the warmth of his body providing a sense of comfort and security that you desperately needed.
A few hours later, you awoke to the sound of König's snores. He had leaned his head on top of yours, and the sound of his breathing was rhythmic and soothing. Despite the uncomfortable position, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, and you drifted off once more.
As the hours passed, the warmth of his body seept into yours, and your consciousness began to fade. You were lost in a dreamless, restful sleep, feeling safe and protected by his presence.
Finally, the sun began to set, and the military vehicle came to a stop outside the base. You stirred from your slumber, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever might come next. You opened your eyes to find König still sound asleep, his head resting on top of yours.
You sighed softly, trying not to disturb him. You carefully shifted your position and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "König... Wake up."
He stirred slightly, cracking open one eye to look at you. "Gott sei Dank..." His voice was low and hoarse from exhaustion, but there was a smile in his eyes. "I'll never complain about a nap again."
You giggled quietly, feeling a sudden surge of affection for him. "You'll never complain about anything again," you murmured, reaching up to prepare your stuff and fix your vest.
"Ja," König replied, his eyes gentle as ever as he looked at you. "Thanks for your shoulder, schatz. Sorry for if ever, um, it was uncomfortable."
"Oh?" You smiled softly at him.
"You know, given by your smaller than me, maus."
"Well," you chucked as you leaned over at him once more. "It was actually one of the best and comfortable sleep I have ever encountered in this.. kind of scenario."
König felt a warm sensation sweep over his cheeks as he blushed, clearing his throat nervously. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad."
"Actually, I should have been the one thank you. So, thanks. I really needed that nap." You patted his shoulder, where you previously had slept on.
König felt a nervous jolt run through his body as he realized his blush must have been noticed, even with the mask on, when your smile seems to expand more cheekily.
He doesn't trust his words, fear striking in him if he's going to let out stuttering phrases. So, he instead nodded at you, averting his gaze once again.
You knew that there were plenty of things he couldn't express with his mask on, but you could still tell that he appreciated your gesture. And you were glad to have been there for him, just as he had been there for you.
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suugarbabe · 16 days
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Hi! I have a request, which is if you could write a post where mattheo and the reader goes on a a one week school trip and somehow got paired up together in the same room with only one bed. They’re kinda hate each other but the reader actually has a huge crush on him. Also I know this might sound kinda weird but could there be a scene when he wears grey sweatpants or like when he just comes out of the shower with nothing but a low waisted towel. (And reader happens to have brought nothing but cute small pjs/clothes)
Thanks for the request lovie 🖤
He rubbed his hands over his face while you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Mattheo looked up, his eyes pleading, “Professor, please. There’s no way this is happening. Can we even stay in the same room? I mean…she’s a…she!?” You rolled your eyes, “I’m a she? You mean a woman, merlin, you’re unbearable,” you turned towards your professor, “there’s got to be another room or someone that can switch with us…I’m begging.” Mattheo snorted under his breath, “Never pegged you as one to beg.”
“Enough!” you both jumped at the volume of Professor McGonagall’s interruption, “If you did not want to get stuck in this predicament, then you both should have signed up for this extra credit when I first proposed it a month ago, not three days ago. Now. You are both legally adults, I’m sure you can manage with the arrangement. Cabin sixty-eight will be yours, here is the key. The class will meet tomorrow at 10am, hopefully you can both not kill each other by that time and we will see you down by the Diricawl pens.” She handed you the keys to the cabin before swiftly walking away towards her own cabin space.
You didn’t even attempt to hide the huff of frustration that slipped from your lips as you turned and started walking towards your assigned cabin. Mattheo followed quickly behind, “Too bad we’re not one cabin over, right?” You glanced at him slightly, one eyebrow quirked. He rolled his eyes, “Because then we’d be in cabin sixty-nine…get it? Like the sex position.” You groaned in frustration as you walked up the steps to your cabin, unlocking the door and walking in. “You’re the most immature out of all of your stupid little friends, I swear to Salazar.”
Mattheo scoffed, “Am not, that’s Berkshire. It’s not like you’re much better. You…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” Mattheo’s sentence trailed off when you both entered the cabin coming face to face with your sleeping arrangement. “One bed, is she bloody serious?” Mattheo was quick to complain once again as you placed your overnight bag on top of the bed. “What are you doing?” He dropped his bag by the door. “I’m getting my pyjamas out, I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed. Don’t know where you’re going to sleep but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You gave him a saccharine smile before heading into the bathroom to change.
Wiping the fog from the mirror, you looked at yourself, mentally berrading your choice in sleepwear. To your defense, you had not planned on staying in a cabin with a male student. Taking a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door only to see Mattheo cozied up on top of the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sound of your voice made him jump slightly, “Oh, hi there, Princess. I’m just getting comfortable.” The smirk gracing his face only made more frustration boil in you, “Well get off, because I called the bed.” Mattheo only shook his head, “Yeah, and I also thought you grabbed your pyjamas, not your underwear.”
You looked down at your tank top and shorts, both of which could probably be considered smaller than average. But again, you planned on rooming with another girl, not the manwhore of Slytherin house. “These are my pyjamas, you wanker,” you walked to the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet down and climbing in, the blankets being slightly restrained from Mattheo’s weight. “Are you going to move or are you going to be a pain in my ass all night long? Get off the bed.” You pulled on the blanket underneath him only for him to laugh, “I’m getting up, calm down, sweetheart. But it’s only to shower. I’m getting back in the bed when I’m done.”
“Yeah, my ass you are,” you rolled over, your back facing him. Once you heard the door close you rolled back flat, staring up at the ceiling. You had nearly dozed off when you heard the shower turn off and the door unlock. Turning your head slightly you caught glimpse of a sight girls in your class would kill for. Mattheo’s grey sweats are low on his hips as water still trails down his abdomen. A towel covers his eyes as he dries the curls on his head and you take full advantage to gawk. “Like what you see, Princess?”
You huff out a laugh before rolling over, “Not even close, Riddle.” You feel the bed dip and the covers shift. “What are you doing?” You sat up, watching as Mattheo snuggled deeper under the sheets. “I’m getting comfortable, obviously,” Mattheo tucked himself in, clearly unbothered by the situation. “C’mon, Princess. I promise I’m real warm,” the smirk on his face only proved to irritate you further. You remained stubborn, turning away from him once more.
Trying to sleep seemed futile, despite the soothing pitter patter of the rain that started to hit against the cabin window. You heard the sound of soft snores come from behind you. Slowly turning over, as to not disturb him, you stared at Mattheo sleeping soundly. One arm rested above his head on the pillow while the other laid flat against his chest. You subtly moved a little closer to him, not quite touching him but getting fairly close. He wasn’t lying about being warm. You could feel the heat radiating off his body already and you couldn’t help the yearning in your chest to move just slightly closer.
Those efforts weren’t needed by you as Mattheo suddenly turned in his sleep, the arm laying on his stomach reaching out and encircling your body, pulling you flush to his chest where your cheek was now pressed against his bare skin. A gasp left your lips at the action, Mattheo’s voice low and gravely, thick with sleep, “You tell anyone and I avada you.” You hummed in agreeance, burying you face deeper into him and relishing in his body heat. The sleep you got that night was the best you had in months, curled up and nestled close to Mattheo’s body you’d nearly forgotten how much he frustrated you when you’re awake.
A flash of light is what jolts you awake, but Mattheo’s hold on your body seemed to adjust throughout the night, one hand holding the meat of your thigh close around his hip with his other wrapped around your shoulders, your fronts pressed together tightly. The flash of light seemed to disturb Mattheo as well as you heard a grunt and moan of complaint while his grip on your thigh tightened. A brisk feeling of cold ran up your skin as the duvet seemed to be ripped from your form. Another flash of light causing you and Mattheo both to groan. “For Salazar’s fucking sake what the-” you turned your head towards the foot of the bed to see Malfoy shaking two Polaroids in his hand while Blaise stood next to him, trying (and failing) to cover his smile with his hand, “McGonagall told us to come wake you, fucking Godric I’m glad she did.”
Mattheo sat up quickly, finger pointing at Draco accusingly, “I’ll kill you, Cousin, give me those pictures.” Mattheo jumped from the bed, chasing Draco from the cabin still clad in just his sweatpants. You turned to Blaise sheepishly, a small smile on your face. The tall boy only shook his head, twisting his fingers next to his mouth like he was locking his lips before leaving, closing the door behind him.
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daily-odile · 1 month
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< you cant move > (accompanying fic)
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starrspice · 7 months
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If they HAD somehow managed to find Bonnie in his busted up state and repair him, long after Monty took over the bass
I don't really think it'd be a fight for who is gonna be the bass player now
I imagine one of 3 scenarios happening
1. Bonnie sees how well Monty is doing on base and how much the kids love him and decides its a perfect chance for him to just take it easy only running the bowling alley after everything he's been through
2. Monty doesn't really WANT to be the bass player and is more than happy to go back to merely running gator golf (hence him canonically in game ditching shows to stalk the catwalks above gator golf)
3. The most fun but unlikely option, Monty is already far more popular of a bass player than Bonnie was so management won't put Bonnie back on bass but Bonnie Misses the music and preforming. So what's the perfect compromise? Bonnie now plays drums. Afterall he IS a rabbit and rabbit's are known for stamping their big bunny feet. They could rig him up with an upgrade that helps him hit the bass pedal on a drum set and it'd work out thematically. Bonnie gets to jam with the band and preform, monty keeps playing bass and the WHOLE band is all together again
This has been rotting my brain since the dlc came out so I just HAD to throw it out there
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m-o-o-n-f-i-r-e · 3 months
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my favorite type of ship is 100% the ones where they have unending love and devotion and trust for each other. would do anything for the other. would do whatever the other said without question because they know that whatever it is, their partner knows what they are doing and they would trust them with their life. they could move mountains with their love. they would kill for their love. they would do anything for their love. everyone in the room can see that they are connected on the deepest level and will never be separated. nothing can break them apart. they are always on the same level, they know every thought that goes through their lovers head. when they are in a room together they control everything that happens. when they are apart they would tear up the earth to find each other. they would kill god for their love and give gods throne to their love. that kind of love is the best shit
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glitchysquidd · 1 year
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Y/N's Notebook
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-rest below the cut-
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Part 1
More will be made later
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slutisnotabadword · 6 months
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“So You Can Either Resent Me Or Love Me, But You're Stuck With Me.”
Bamon
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backandimbamon · 1 month
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inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋
“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”
“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.
Dreadful.
The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.
Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.
For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.
Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.
The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.
And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.
Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.
And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?
“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.
He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.
“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”
He’s not even hearing her.
The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.
Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.
The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.
Yeah, well, so did Hitler.
“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”
“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.
Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”
“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”
“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)
Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.
Elena abandons the sentence altogether.
Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.
Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.
He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.
He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.
“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”
(more here)
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frost-queen · 2 months
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To his liking // part 3 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)
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Summary: The animatronics are alive and ready to hunt. Will you make it out alive on your first night or be devoured? [part 1 & part 2 ]
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You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.
The eyes darkened as you saw something sinister in them. Hearing the clicks of boults and mechanics Freddy’s face fell forwards to you. You screamed. Screamed your lungs out when his mouth opened revealing his murderous hunger for you.
Freddy’s hand grabbed for your wrist as you jumped back in time. Not lingering any moment further, you ran. Ran for your life for the animatronics had come to life. Freddy straightened his posture again, looking back at the stage. Chica and Bonnie narrowing their eyes. Chica lifted her hand up with the cupcake in it. It snapped its mouth a few times before being send off.
You had run off into another room. Coming to a stop when you suddenly heard music blasting through the old boxes. A song that send you back to the 80’s. It's down to the sound of a heartbeat. I can hear the things that you're dreamin' about. When you open up your heart and the truth comes out. The song began. Slowly backing away, it felt like they weren’t following you anymore.
Or perhaps they were just taunting with you. You kept backing away keeping your eyes on the entrance. Your eyes widened when you came to a stop, feeling a curtain behind you. The snap of a weight on your shoulder made you scream your lungs out. You slapped the weight off you, turning round.
From between the curtains came a fox pirate peeking. It raised his hook at you. Screaming again you took off again. Foxy set his foot down from the podium, coming out of his hiding spot. There is another one? You thought. How many more were hiding here? Huffing and puffing you made your way around the maze of rooms of the pizzaplex.
You ended up in a long corridor. Looking up with a gasp, the lights flickered above your head. Sucking in a breath, you turned your head. At the end of the hallway stood the pirate’s shadow. Still and stiff like a statue. His humming started to bounce off the walls. With each note it felt like he was breathing down your neck. Slapping your arms around, you started to run again. 
Making sure you didn’t trip on any rubbish littered in the corridor. Loud thumps on the ground made it aware that he was in pursuit. Adrenaline pumping in your veins as you panicked. Panted loud with the urge to outrun him. You had to get out of this corridor or he’d catch you. His thumping picked up as he was speeding up.
With a loud scream you grabbed a doorhandle on your left and jumped inside. You shut the door hard, locking it. Backing up you tripped over some video tapes stacked up on the ground. Hitting the ground hard gave you a reality check. A sudden snap back to reality out of the panic mode. Looking at your left you saw all sorts of security camera’s displayed.
One of the screens projected Bonnie slowly turning his head towards the camera. You wanted to scream but quickly covered up your mouth, knowing the pirate stood outside. Then your eyes fell upon the phone on the desk. Rushing up to your feet you grabbed frantically for the phone. In the corner of your eye you saw Foxy brush his hook down against the glass while he was peeking inside.
Your hands trembled, barely able to ring the right number. Eyes darting from the phone to the security camera’s. You thought you saw a glimpse of Chica on one of them, but where was Freddy. A loud thump against the other side made you jump and scream. So there was Freddy. He had pressed his face against the small glass space narrowing his eyes at you.
Now they were at both sides. The phone went over as you panted loud in the horn. – “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” – you whispered desperate to hear his voice. You were startled again when Freddy thumped his head gently against the glass. – “Pick up!” – you called out being scared to dead.
The phone rang. He turned his head curious at it, letting it ring a few times. Finally he picked up, holding the horn against his ear. – “Mr. Raglan!” – he heard in a panic being shouted in his ear. It made him move the horn away with an expression of almost going deaf. He brought the horn back to his ear with a smile. – “Bunny is that you?” – he responded. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you said again gripping tightly onto the horn.
“Help me! You have to help me!” – you shouted over the horn. You squealed loud when Foxy was bashing his hook against the door. – “With what bunny?” – Steve answered cluelessly. – “The puppets!” – you screamed at him. Steve cleared his throat. – “Animatronics Y/n!” – he corrected you.
“They are alive!” – you told him seeing that Bonnie had disappeared from the camera she was on before. – “They want to kill me!” – you shouted in utter panic. – “Have you been nice to them?” – Raglan asked. – “Mr. Raglan!” – you shouted back to protest against his stupid conversation. Why wasn’t he listening to you.
“I want to leave!” – you sounded desperate, getting all teary. – “I want to go home! Come and get me Mr. Raglan!” – you begged wanting it to end. You were truly regretting taking on the job. – “Now… now hold on Bunny.” – Steve said on the other end in an attempt to calm you. You spun around with a loud gasp, hearing sounds come from the vents.
The thumping sped up as it made you widen your eyes. The blockade got flung across the room, the cupcake jumping out. You screamed loud when it jumped at you. Mr. Raglan got up with a shocked expression on his face. He listened in hearing sounds he couldn’t quite place.
Then loud breathing in the horn. – “Steve! Steve!” – you cried out. Steve held the cord of the phone tight between his fingers. – “Help me!” – you screamed before the connection got broken off. Steve opened his hand letting the phone drop to the ground. He swallowed nervously for the first time not sure what to do.
You were on the floor, bleeding on your legs where the cupcake had taken a few bites off. The door opened as Freddy entered. You were too weak and worn out from fighting off the cupcake that you didn’t fight back. Freddy lowered his posture to reach down. He took a hold of your ankle pulling it up. He turned getting in motion again. Feeling lifeless you let the animatronic drag you out of the security’s room.
The pirate stomping happily after you. – “Where… where are you taking me?” – you asked breathlessly. Freddy looked briefly over his shoulder down to you. He dragged you back to the front room with the stage. Bonnie and Chica already waiting there. – “I’m… I’m sorry I shared your stage.” – you whimpered out feeling like a wreck. Freddy let go of your leg as it dropped down.
Chica went up to you before you’d get up, not that you had the strength anyways. She picked you up setting you down on a simple chair. Unsure what they would do to you. – “Are.. are you going to kill me?” – you asked already knowing the answer. Foxy raised his hook making you jump out of your skin. Freddy narrowed his eyes, giving Foxy a glare.
The pirate lowered his hook again. Bonnie lowered himself bringing his face up to yours. It scared you making you gasp loud. Your chair pulled back, standing on it’s two back legs. – “I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” – you called out thinking they might be angry at you for getting on their stage and join in. The animatronics started to close in on you, bumping against each other to lower them to you.
You ducked down feeling smothered by them. – “Stop!” – you heard making the animatronics freeze. They slowly rose again turning their posture away from you. You slowly straightened your posture once more, quickly checking yourself for any new bitemarks. – “Away!” – the voice spoke again sounding distorted. You tried to get a look but the animatronics were blocking your view.
Out of the shadows appeared a figure. The animatronics slowly departed letting you have a glimpse of what was appearing out of the shadows. First a pair of glowing eyes. You noticed the animatronics moved further away from you upon his arrival. Your eyes widened seeing a bunny… a yellow bunny appear in the light.
You quickly connected the dots. The reactions from the animatronics made it clear they obeyed him. – “No…no…no please…” – you begged when the yellow bunny animatronic came closer to you. His head tilted with a grim smile. – “Please…” – you cried out. He was going to finish you, you just knew it.
They let the big boss finish the job of killing you. He came nearer bending down to your height as his face neared yours. You looked away with fear, holding back a sob. The yellow bunny moved his face closer to your ear. – “Hello bunny.” – it spoke making you untense your clenched expression. Slowly your eyes widened for there was only one calling you bunny.
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quintsentenial · 3 months
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Klonnie Week Day #2
Portrait of a Muse - Unresolved Sexual Tension.
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⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰
Summary:
He captures her in soft moonlight, posed in silence, a living dream... "They say he might've loved her..." One of the viewers comment. "I mean look at how he drew her! How can they not?" A touch of fingers, a stolen glance, yet their boundaries stay held in a cautious dance... "They say you might've loved me..." She repeats to him one night. "And what do you think?" "That things were rarely that simple." Or, an AU starting in 1492 Bulgaria where Bonnie is but the simple daughter of a traveling merchant and Klaus a man on the hunt.
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Story Blurb:
“I’d like to draw you,” a stranger asks, his words hanging in the air between them like an unexpected
Bonnie blinks at the man before her, her eyes widened in bafflement. "Draw me?" She utters, because that wasn’t the first thing she was expecting to hear from him with all the days he’s spent watching her work the inn, his eyes tracking her every move yet never approaching. 
No.
It was a different kind of proposition she'd expected, one she loathed responding to; and yet such depravity is not what he's asked from her tonight.
Though the man before her doesn’t bother repeating himself, all but a fleeting twitch upon his lips as sea-green eyes continue boring into her. “I’d make sure that you were well compensated for it,” he adds, nodding towards the dishes in her hand. “Double whatever you might be making here.”
Double?
Bonnie instinctively pulled the plates closer to herself, a bit defensive as she asks, “And just what would such an agreement with you entail?” 
"That you pose as I ask, allow me to dress you however I desire for a scene, and make yourself available to me whenever I want."
Just who was this man?
“It would be easy for you to abuse such rules,” she retorts, her skepticism lingering. 
Though the man only shrugs at her, his expression bored. “It would. But you’ll have to trust that my intentions aren’t wicked.” A subtle grin played on his lips now, a tilt that Bonnie isn't sure she should like. 
This was a bad idea…
And he seems like the kind of cautionary figures her mother always warns her about—men who purposefully sought out naive or disadvantaged women, disguising their ill intentions with the facade of opportunity that proved advantageous only to them and detrimental to their victims. 
Still…she was no regular woman—the magic constantly stirring against the surface of her skin could attest to that—and she certainly wouldn’t call herself naive.
She glances away for a moment, teeth worrying at some of the dry skin on her bottom lip. “I don’t know you…you’re a stranger here.” 
This was a very bad idea…
“A stranger offering you a grand opportunity,” he counters, eyes alight with a ferocity she can’t comprehend, one that seems to draw her in further. “Do you need more evidence of my wealth before you can agree? I can assure you that it’s nothing to scoff at.” 
That much was obvious with the way he was dressed, the way he looked; opulence in every thread, his attire draped in velvet and gilded finery, intricate patterns of embroidery matching perfectly with the few bits of gold jewelry he wore on his fingers, his blonde hair seeming soft and perfectly styled on his head.
Yes, this was a man whose comforts surely matched that of a king, his offer hanging in the air both tempting and treacherous.
She could always use the gold…
The innkeeper here was kind enough to pay her what he could in exchange for her modest services, but it was never going to be enough to put certain plans of hers in motion, the idea of orange grove trees and sandstone beaches flashing temptingly in her mind's eye.  
Bonnie looks back at him, gaze assessing. 
She could have it…
…she could have it all in exchange for what? A few pictures? 
“I want the option to say no if your requests prove to be against my liking,” she demands, taking the first step toward the precipice where either her success or peril surely awaits.
The man, seemingly unfazed, shrugs again, conceding easily to her demand. “Fair enough.”
“And for the first few drawings…” She continues, unwilling to let a single condition of hers slip their current negotiations. “We’ll do them here in the inn.”
Where she could call for help if anything were to go awry. 
“Easily done,” he quickly agrees, tossing her a smile that was something both dangerous and beckoning. “Now….do we have a deal?”
Bonnie nods once, sealing her fate. “We do.”
He extended a hand toward her, and she discarded her dishes to a nearby table before taking his hand in turn. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson.”
An interesting name she thinks, looking down at their hands, that familiar dark energy coursing through their touch, surprising her eyes back to his; her heart beginning to beat sporadically in her chest. 
Vampire. 
Witch, his eyes seem to answer, grin widening further to show all his teeth. “And your name is?”
Bonnie licks her lips, wondering just how desperate she seeks to become before finally making a decision, bowing slightly as she answers, “Bonnie Bennett, my lord," though the answering look of glee on his face does nothing to help the shivers running up her spine.
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For @klonnieshippersclub KlonnieWeek.
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Closing Note:
A bit late to the party but here nonetheless! xoxo
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charlie-artlie · 7 months
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That’s a real cute crush ya got there, Monty. Sure would be a shame if someone corrupted it into a single-minded obsession that ultimately destroyed you both :3
ive been listening to this song on repeat and i couldn’t get this out of my head, pls enjoy. and yes. there is a second part i wanna make *_* on my life, i promise it wont be as polished as this (also, yes, i know this is a my little pony song, im SORRY, i LITERALLY couldn’t help myself)
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klonnieshippersclub · 3 months
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Thank you everyone for joining in KlonnieWeek(end) 2023! I hope everyone had fun sharing works together and I personally cannot wait until the next event is planned! Special thank you to @24kmagiic @melmedardasworld @mythorhuman and @cancerian-woman for being kind and helping me plan.
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Here is another fanfic rec list that was requested in my anons.
No one hears you say my name by irresistible.revolution on FFN: Bonnie needs a source of magical energy to defeat Silas, and Klaus is the most powerful there is. But when nothing goes as planned, one night's ritual changes everything -and everyone- it touches. (Klonnie. Post-S3 AU) Check out their other works as well!
Hell with you by thefudge is grumpy on FFN: Takes place after 2x21. Bonnie failed to kill Klaus. Now, he is going to make her life hell for what she tried to do. But hell with him is like no other hell on earth. Check out their other works as well!
As We Were by TheDeadMasquerade on AO3: Bonnie is sent back to when the Originals were human and she finds herself being swept of her feet by a very human Niklaus. Check out their other works as well!
Adventures of a Bennett witch and the Original Hybrid by writendelete on FFN: Bonnie's new life in New Orleans as Klaus Mikaelson's partner-in-crime takes an unexpected turn when the impossible happens. Now it's up to them to figure out what comes next and how to deal with falling in love, parenthood and enemies bent on destroying them. [KLONNIE]. Check out their other works as well!
Behind These Hazel Eyes by dinky on FFN: On her 18th birthday Bonnie Bennett comes into her full power & becomes an immortal witch, with the task uniting the supernatural world as prophesied. What happens when one hybrid, and two brothers come into her world, changing everything she ever believed. Check out their other works as well!
Please let me know if there’s any other fics you think should be included!
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suugarbabe · 8 months
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I love the twins too!
Imagine Draco practicing the imperious curse o! different students and he does it on the reader and she starts acting differently but one of the twins (you choose 😉) notices and tells everyone and they try to break her out of it but he is the only one who can because she’s in love with him … or something like that lol
Ohh interesting interesting… I’ll give it a go
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Under the Influence
pairing: Fred Weasley x Y/n
Warnings: None, lil fluffy
Things had been getting weird at Hogwarts. This year the school was hosting the TriWizard Tournament, and the school got yet another new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Moody was not like the typical DADA professors that came through. It was rumored that he showed the fourth years all three unforgivable curses. Fred could only laugh in disbelief when his brother told him.
“I’m being serious!” Ron squeaked, still a little unnerved, “He showed us all three and he used a…spider.” He whispered the last word like it was more foul than the curses themselves. George rolled his eyes, “You’ve really got to get over that Ronald. Makes you look like a wuss.” Ron rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself before starting to stuff his face.
You walked up to your seat next to Fred to find the three brothers still discussing the events of the DADA class, as well as Ron’s fear of spiders. “You know Ronald you really should get over that fear,” you chimed in, the twins stifling a laugh. Ron finally piped up, “Moody really is mad, I’m telling you. Him showing us these curses like it’s no big deal is gonna cause the Slytherins to start bloody trying them.”
You scoffed, “Don’t even say that Ron, they can’t do that.” Ron raised his eyebrows, “I heard Malfoy was trying the imperius curse on some first years.” Your jaw dropped, moving to stand from the table “Absolutely not, where is that vile piece of sh-”.
“Woah there, love, sit back down,” Fred laughed, grabbing your hips and making you sit back down on the bench. You huffed crossing your arms and pouting slightly, “The next time I see Malfoy, he’s fucking done for.” Fred patted your head, “Okay darling, just be careful.”
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You had your head down as you were leaving potions, thinking about all the homework you had to complete that evening. As you turned the corner your body slammed into someone, nearly knocking both you and the other to the ground. You heard a scoff as a sinister voice scolded you, “Watch where you’re bloody going, Y/l/n.” You looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy. You rolled your eyes, picking up your textbook you dropped on the ground, “Having fun torturing innocent first years, ferret boy?”
Malfoy glared at you, “Oh I’m having the most fun, but I bet I’d have more fun doing it to you.” You stood your ground in front of him, “You don’t have the fucking balls to do shit to me, Malfoy.” With that you pushed past him, starting to walk toward your next class. You didn’t make it five steps before you felt a tingling sensation come over you, then a blanket feeling of calm and relaxation, like you were in a trance. You felt someone’s breath on your neck before you heard Malfoy’s voice in your ear, “Looks like I’ve got more than you anticipated, Y/l/n.”
Your brain was telling you to freak out. To run, to scream, to do anything of your own free will but you couldn’t. You went to the rest of your classes in a trance, not fully being able to pay attention and just going through the motions. When it was time for dinner you walked toward the great hall like you always did, walking up to your table. Fred smiled at you, scooting over for you to take your usual seat next to him.
You ignored him, going to the other side of the table to sit next to Ron. You were friendly with Ron, but you were the twins' friends first. Fred’s smile fell, “Y/n/n, what are you doing?” You didn’t look up from your plate as you spoke, “Sitting next to the cutest Weasley.” Ron’s cheeks immediately flushed pink and George and Fred both looked at each other with utter confusion. Ron was opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to respond but you cut him off, “Don’t talk Weasle-be”. Fred tilted his head at the nickname, something felt off to him.
He looked past you and Ron to see Malfoy staring at you from the Slytherin table. “Hey, Y/n, did you ever run into Malfoy today like you planned?” Fred saw a smirk curl onto Malfoy’s face from across the great hall as you shook your head, “Nope, haven’t seen him.” He huffed, not quite satisfied with your answer, though the others seemed to shrug their shoulders and continue on with their meal. As dinner concluded you got up and started heading back toward your dorm.
The others followed shortly after you. Fred quickly caught up to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you off to the side as the others continued to pass. “Are you okay, y/n? You seem a little…off?” You shook your head, “I’m not off, I’m perfectly fine.” Your tone of voice was flat. You wanted so badly to scream but you just couldn’t force yourself to do anything. Fred quirked an eyebrow, “You don’t seem like yourself, love.” You widened your eyes slightly, the most control you felt like you had. You tried to pull yourself out of the curse Malfoy put you under but all you could do is make your eyes get slightly teary.
At this Fred grabbed your arm and quickly got you back to the Gryffindor common room, calling out for Hermione desperately as room as he stepped through the portrait hole with you in tow. He sat you down on the couch as Hermione came rushing down the stairs, “What is it Fred? What’s wrong?” The others were quick to follow her, seeing what the commotion was about.
“It’s y/n, I think somethings wrong. I think she actually did run into Malfoy today. I bet he used the imperius curse on her,” Fred was boiling mad, clenching and unclenching his fists. Hermione crossed her arms, “That seems like a stretch doesn’t it, Fred?” George nodded, “Yeah, Freddie, how can you tell?” Fred just shook his head, “I just know. I know this isn’t Y/n.” Your turned to look at Fred and he met your eyes, you could see it in his face how worried he was about you and it made your heart sore. You’ve heard of some witches and wizards being able to break out of the imperius curse on their own and you kept trying, but the best you could do is make yourself stutter over the response that wasn’t truly how you felt, “N-no, Weasle-be I’m f-fine. You can l-leave me alone now.”
At that Hermione’s posture stiffened, “Okay you’re right friend. The only person I’ve ever heard call you guys that is that slime of a boy, Malfoy.” Hermione stood in front of you, taking your hands in hers. You met her eyes as she spoke, “I can tell you’re trying to fight it y/n, you’re struggling saying what I’m sure Malfoy has instructed you for certain situations.” Your eyes welled up again as you involuntarily plastered on a smile.
The ground struggled with how to help you. Hermione educated them on ways to break the curse, that some powerful witches and wizard can break it of their own free will, while other times the curse can last until the caster has died. George, Ron and Harry all agreed to happily kill Draco for his actions. Hermione hit them all on the arm, telling them to be realistic. The last Hermione knew of was the curse just waring off. They discussed how long Draco may have set the curse to last.
Fred shook his head, “That goblin shit could have set it for a day to a month. We can’t just wait around and see.” He turned on the couch to face you, making your body do the same to him. He grabbed your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. You loved his eyes. They were the prettiest color hazel, brown mixing with green in the most mesmerizing way. “I’m gonna try something, okay y/n? Don’t get freaked out, I just wanna see if it works,” he spoke, looking from your eyes to your lips and back.
Your heart rate started to pick up as you understood what he was implying he was about to do. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, apparently not wanting the others to hear what he was about to say. “I’ve also just been wanting to do this for a while, so hopefully this works and you can tell me you’ve been wanting to do this as well.” The others stood, waiting with anticipation on what Fred could possibly do that they haven’t already discussed.
Fred leaned his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbled. Ever so gently, Fred met your lips with his. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this scenario for months. His lips were soft against yours, you wanted so badly to reach up and tangle your hands in his read locks and pull him closer. One of Fred’s hands slid from your cheek to the back of your neck to pull you closer. In an instant your hands shot to his neck, one arm wrapping around him as the other tangled itself in the hair at the back of his neck like you had been fantasizing about.
After another moment or two you pulled away, breathing heavily but a goofy grin plastered on your face. Fred looked at you with hooded eyes, “There she is, there’s my girl.” Your cheeks tinted pink at his verbiage. You turned to look at the others who just stood there, dumbfounded looks across their faces. George was the first one to form a different facial expression. Unsurprisingly it was a smirk as he spoke up, “I can’t wait to tell Jordan this. He owes me ten galleons now.”
You quickly grabbed a pillow, chucking it at the boy. You turned back to Fred, “How did you know that would work? That kissing me would help me break from the curse?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t know for sure, but I couldn’t just wait around and let a grease ball control you.” You smiled, brushing a piece of hair behind Fred’s ear before pulling him into once more.
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daily-odile · 3 days
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"she'd do anything to save her family. even this."
(felikatze's kagepro au)
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qtboni · 9 months
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Heyo boni! ^v^
I have a request if its okay, if not, ignore this!
(this request is based on a Pierce the Vail song, but I suck at writing and i trust your words)
Basically, y/n and ghost or Konig (you pick) became friends and roommates after meeting outside a therapist's office once. they moved in together after something happened in y/ns life that made them either get kicked out of their house/had to leave their house so they become roommates. they weren't really close with one another regarding their jobs, but they knew that both of them were in the military, just not in the same task force. then one day, (ghost or Konig, whoever you picked) gets a call in the middle of a meeting from an unknown number, but a familiar area code (the one y/n and he lived in) so he answers, and y/n was injured and had to get emergency surgery, and y/n put him as the emergency contact
you could maybe make him realize that he has feeling for y/n once they get into the hospital?
sorry its alot, ive been hooked on this idea for a while lmao, but can't write for shit
thank you sm in advance, i live laugh love your work :D
HI BBY !! thank you so much for sending in this amazing request. it took me some time to write, but it was such a delightful and challenging task. i hope i was able to meet your expectations and deliver a top-notch story for you !! also ty guys for 330 followers <//3
╰﹒ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄.𝐑. !
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PAIRING: König X Gn!Reader
OVERVIEW: You were brought into the emergency room with a serious injury, and König was your emergency contact. As he stayed by your side and helped you through your treatment, he found himself in his vulnerable state that made him realize he love you.
C/W: fluff + hurt & LOTSA COMFORT ! mutual pinning, friends to roommates (to lovers), and reader getting into a sudden car accident.
W/C: 3.7k bubs
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As you recalled the memories of how you met König, you couldn't help but smile.
It had been a rainy day, and you were waiting outside the therapist's waiting room, looking for a place to hide from the rain. That's when you saw him, König, standing under the same building, looking just as lost as you felt. Gathering up the courage, you offered to help him navigate to where he was going, and started chatting with him. He was shy, but open, and you found yourself drawn to his sincerity.
König was also tall, almost awkwardly so, which made you laugh at first. Despite not really knowing each other's jobs at first, you discovered that he was also in the military as you. But in a different task force that is. When you asked him about the black medical face mask he had on his face, he became shy... and quite insecure? You can't place your finger on it but if it makes him uncomfortable, then you will shut your mouth. You didn't want him to think that you were invading his privacy.
There were still so many things to learn about each other, but you felt comfortable around him.
A few months later, life threw a curveball your way, and you had to leave your apartment in a hurry. You still remembered how much you were struggling, phoning up to your parents that you need a place to stay while you handle things like work and your wages. Thankfully, König was there to help. You didn't feel alone at the middle of your struggles. But what surprised you most is him offering you a place to stay, excited to try his hand at being roommates with you.
The first few days were a bit awkward, trying to adjust to each other's habits and routines. But it didn't take long for you to fall into a comfortable rhythm. König was clean, respectful, and an all-around great roommate. You even started cooking together, watching movies, and spending time in each other's company when none of you guys were called on for deployment.
As you settled in, you found yourself looking forward to coming home after a long day at work, knowing that König would be there for me, cheering you on and offering a listening ear if you needed it. You were starting to realize that König weren't just your roommate, he had become your close friend. After a while, you started to notice little things that König would do for you.
For instance, he'd notice when you were feeling stressed and make you a hot cup of tea. Or he'd do small tasks around the house that he knew you didn't like doing, like folding laundry or washing the dishes. At first, you just saw these as gestures of kindness, but as time went on, you started to appreciate them more and more. You realized that they were his way of showing that he cared about you and that he wanted to make your life a little bit easier.
As you noticed these little things more, you found yourself looking for ways to do things for him in return. It could be something as small as making him dinner or doing his laundry when he was busy, but it was your way of showing him that you appreciated him too.
Over time, you started to realize that you had feelings for König. It was a slow realization, but as you continued to live together, it became clearer and clearer to you.
You couldn't help but smile whenever he was around. The sound of his laughter made you feel warm and happy, and whenever he looked at you with those deep, blue eyes of his, you couldn't help but to avert your gaze away as you feel warmth creeping up on your cheeks.
You had never met anyone like him before. He was funny, smart, and kind, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him in your life. He made you feel like you were on top of the world, and you couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead of the two of you.
As time went on, the two of you became inseparable. You spent countless hours together, making memories and building a strong bond. And every time you were with him, you felt as though you were dreaming. He made you feel free, and you knew that you would do anything for him.
One night, after a long day at work, you came home to find König waiting for you with a glass of water and a bowl of steaming soup. He greeted you with a soft smile and an earnest look of concern.
"You looked like you were having a rough day," he said, offering you the bowl of soup. "I thought this would help you relax."
His caring gesture made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel grateful and loved. "Thank you so much, König," you said, taking a sip of the soup and feeling the warmth spread through your limbs. "You always know just what I need."
König's face lit up when you spoke, his eyes glistening with happiness. "Anything for you, liebe," he said warmly. "I just want to make sure you're always okay."
Even though he would call you petnames in his native language, and the fact that you don't know any of them, you were touched by his words. And when you asked him what, 'liebe' was in English, he'd told you that it was how Germans call a 'friend'.
Although clearly saddened by the fact that he friend zoned you, you cannot help your feelings to subside. It was in that moment that I realized my feelings for König were far deeper than just friendship. You knew then that you were in love with him, and that you would do anything for him.
As your workday came to a close and the evening air settled in, you found yourself longing for the familiar warmth of home, where König would be waiting for you.
Knowing that he would be there, cheering you on and offering a sympathetic ear should you need it, provided a sense of comfort in the midst of the day's challenges. The thought of his presence was a welcome balm, a reminder that you had someone in your corner, eager to be a source of support and encouragement.
You're driving down a winding road, the sun setting behind the trees, casting long shadows over the landscape. The air is still and quiet, except for the roar of your engine and the sound of the tires against the pavement.
Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt and your world is thrown off balance. Your heart races as your car skids across the road, toward the edge of a steep drop.
Your hand reaches for the steering wheel, but it's no use. The car careens over the edge and starts to roll down the hillside, tossing you around like a rag doll. Time seems to slow down as you helplessly watch the ground hurtle towards you.
Just when you think it's all over, you feel a sudden burst of air. Your airbags have deployed, cushioning the blow as the car crashes to a halt. The sound of sirens pierces the silence as first responders swarm the scene. They start to pry the door open and help you out of the shattered glass and twisted metal.
You are alive, although badly bruised and shaken.
As you're lying in the back of the ambulance, being whisked away to the hospital, you hear one of the paramedics saying about an emergency contact for you. You so badly wanted to help them out to call for your parents but the pain you were feeling right now was making you close your eyes and drift off to the darkness.
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König was sitting at his desk, engaged in a phone call with his grandmother, when his cell phone suddenly rang with an unknown number. He hesitated for a moment before answering, but when he noticed the familiar area code, his heart skipped a beat.
"Hello?" he said into the speaker, his voice trembling slightly.
The person on the other end of the line was a doctor from a hospital not far from where he shared an apartment with you. He could hear the concern in the doctor's voice as she explained the situation.
"Mr. König? You are our patient's emergency contact. They were brought in with serious injuries and needs to undergo emergency surgery," the nurse said, her voice full of urgency but also sympathy.
König's heart sank as he listened to the words, a knot forming in his stomach. "How bad is it?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"They had sustained some serious injuries and will need to undergo emergency surgery," the nurse replied. "But please know that our doctors and nurses are doing everything they can to help them."
König felt a wave wash over, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to be by your side, to hold your hand and comfort you, but he also knew that he had to stay strong for you.
"What can I do?" he asked, his voice filled with determination.
The nurse answered back, her voice sympathetic. "You can wait here in their hospital room, and we will keep you updated on their progress," she said.
König nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him. His mind raced as he listened to the doctor's explanation. He had no idea what could have happened to you, but he knew that you must be in pain, afraid... and alone.
He was grateful to all the doctors and nurses who were doing their best to help you. And he was determined to be there for you, to support you and help you heal.
Despite the fact that you and König were not technically dating, his heart began beating faster when he heard the doctor refer to you as his partner, when you're not even his.
It was evident that he was concerned about your well-being, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the way he felt about you. Your kind and caring demeanor had always warmed his heart, and his concern and attention were more comforting than the pain meds.
"I'm on my way," he replied, his voice shaking.
He quickly ended the call and grabbed his coat and keys, his mind filled with concern and fear. He started his car, his heart pounding in his chest as he hurried to the hospital.
"Please, be okay, mein liebe," he muttered under his breath. "Warte einen moment. Ich komme für dich, liebling."
As soon as König stepped foot inside the hospital, he was overwhelmed by the sight of the chaos and commotion in the emergency room. The doctors and nurses seemed to be rushing around at a breakneck pace, their urgent steps and voices indicating the dire situation at hand.
As König made his way to your room, his heart was racing and then he was met with the devastating sight of your weakening state. You looked pale and weak, and it almost brought him to tears. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat, knowing that the person he cared about most in the world was at risk of losing their life.
König looked on, seeing the medical team frantically attending to you, doing everything they could to save your life. He could tell they were doing their absolute best, but the outcome was still uncertain. It was clear that you were in a life-threatening situation, and he was helpless in the face of this crisis.
Despite the gravity of the situation, König remained by your side, holding your hand and offering words of comfort. He refused to leave your side, determined to be there for you every step of the way, even if it meant sacrificing his own emotional well-being.
As the hours passed, König's emotions were put to the test. The waiting game was torture, and the fear of losing you was almost more than he could bear. But despite the uncertainty and fear, König knew that he would never abandon you, and that he would do everything in his power to ensure your safety and well-being. He was determined to be your rock, your beacon of hope, and your biggest supporter, no matter what the outcome might be.
Despite the stressful and uncertain situation, König couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions boiling up inside him.
As he sat by your side, holding your hand, he realized that the feelings he was experiencing went beyond just friendship or companionship. There was something more, a deep and powerful attachment that was difficult to put into words. In that moment, König was struck by a realization.
Was this what love was? Did he love you, this wonderful and amazing partner who had become a part of his life?
He couldn't help but wonder if what he was feeling was love. It was such a complex and overwhelming feeling, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it to himself, let alone to anyone else.
Despite his doubts and fears, König couldn't deny the way his heart swelled every time he looked at you. He didn't know why or how it happened, but he found himself feeling stronger and more confident in his own abilities whenever you were around. You inspired him and lifted him up, and it made him realize that he would do anything for you.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of the answer, but then it hit him like a ton of bricks. The answer was yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
He didn't just love you, he was in love with you. And in that instant, he knew that he would do anything to protect and care for you, for the rest of his days. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating, but it made his heart beat faster nonetheless.
A gentle nudge in his hand, he felt his body shook. It was your hand. Now gently clasping on top of his.
"Hi," He heard you whisper.
König's eyes were drawn to yours. He felt his heart stop as he looked into your eyes, which, although tired, bore a hint of relief and a warm shine. When you smiled at him, he was speechless, overcome with emotion as he realized that you were okay.
Still feeling stunned, König reached out and cupped your face with his other hand, unable to articulate the mix of feelings running through him. His eyes watered, and he felt a lump form in his throat as he tried to process the gravity of the situation.
It was as if time had slowed down, and the world around him vanished, leaving only you and him in the present moment. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of tenderness and love, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.
"Thank God, you're okay," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. He took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "I was so worried about you."
As König watched over you, his heart filled with affection. Your eyes looked tired, but there was a hint of relief in them. He reached out and cupped your face with his hand.
"I was so scared, I..." König said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I thought... I thought I lost you, mein liebling."
He couldn't find the words to convey the depths of his feelings, but his voice was filled with affection and gratitude.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he added. "I'm so glad you're here with me now."
You managed a weak smile and squeezed his hand back. "I'm okay," you replied, your voice barely audible from how much your throat was parched.
König felt a flood of relief wash over him. He was determined to be there for you and to help you get through this difficult time. He stayed by your side throughout the hospital stay, supporting you and comforting you as you recovered from injuries.
König seemed to anticipate your needs before you even spoke, as if he had read your mind. He reached out beside you and handed you a bottle of water, helping you sit up in bed as he held the liquid in front of your lips for you to drink. You smiled and took a sip, feeling a cool sensation spread down your throat.
"Thank you," you said, your voice soft and weak from exhaustion.
König nodded, his hand still supporting the bottle as you drank. "Of course," he said, his voice warm and comforting. "I just want to make sure you're alright. You've been through a lot."
You let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief as you settled into your pillows. It was as if all the tension and worry of the day had been lifted from your shoulders. For a moment, you felt truly content, and you were grateful to have König by your side, providing comfort and support when you needed it most.
The doctor enters the room, carrying with him a stack of papers. As soon as he sees you awake, his face breaks into a broad smile.
"Good news," he says, his voice full of excitement. "The tests came back, and they're better than we could have hoped for! You're going to be just fine."
Your heart fills with relief as you process the doctor's words. König, who had been sitting beside you, lets out a sigh of happiness.
"Gott sei dank dafür," he mutters under his breath, his hand reaching out to hold yours.
The doctor continued, "You'll need to rest for a few days to make a full recovery, but there's no need to worry, you're going to be able to go home soon."
You felt tears springing to your eyes at the news, but instead of tears of fear, they were tears of joy. König sat by your side, holding your hand as you cried, feeling grateful.
For basically everything. That you were okay. That you were gonna be home soon. And for the love and support König had shown you since the accident. But above all, he had been there for you, a constant source of comfort and warmth in the midst of a trying time.
As you settle back into your pillows, the doctor begins to explain the next steps in your recovery, but your attention is drawn back to Konig. The look in his eyes is one of pure love and care, and you know in that moment that you've found something truly special in him.
"Thanks so much, doc'." You replied once the tears subsided.
The doctor smiled and nodded in response. "You're welcome," he said, turning to leave the room. "Get some rest and take it easy for the next few days. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to press that call button by your bed." He gave a final nod before disappearing through the door, leaving you and König alone in the room.
You let out a deep breath and turned to König. "Thank goodness," you said, a mix of relief and exhaustion washing over you. "I was so terrified."
"It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "You're safe now. Rest."
You sank into his embrace, feeling his warmth and support wrapped around you like a warm blanket. For a moment, the weight of your worries lifted, and you felt a sense of peace settle in your heart. With König by your side, you knew you could handle whatever lay ahead.
You felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you, but it was a comforting exhaustion, one that came with the satisfaction of knowing you were in good hands. König put an arm around you and pulled you in close, resting your head on his shoulder.
You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over you. The day had been long and tumultuous, and all you wanted was a moment of peace. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a gentle hand brush your cheek. You opened your eyes to find König looking at you with concern and affection.
He smiled softly at you, and you felt a sense of warmth wash over you. Despite the chaos of the day, you felt a sense of peace and comfort in his presence. As you drifted off to sleep, König sat by your bedside, his thoughts consumed by you. He felt a sense of love and affection for you, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. You had a way of making him feel safe, loved, and secure, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
As you slept, he couldn't help the words that formed on his lips, even though he knew that now was not the time or place to share his feelings.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Du bist alles für mich, meine Liebe. I want to be yours.. to be by your side, to protect and care for you, always."
He paused, knowing that he should probably wait until you were fully recovered and discharged from the hospital before telling you how he felt. But the words had slipped out, and there was no turning back now.
König kissed your forehead so softly that it felt like cotton grazing over the skin. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if he had been holding onto this secret for far too long. And now that he had shared his feelings, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
As you slept, König made a silent vow to himself: to always be there for you, to always love and care for you, no matter what the future held. And he hoped that one day, maybe one day, he would have the chance to make you his forever.
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