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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

I know we all collectively as a fandom have decided that Andrea is a fluff ball lmao

but I'm rooting for him because...I don't know, like when he got angry when he found out about the letter and started to play the violin all annoyed and how he raised his voice and there is also the look that he gave Olga he gives me the feelings like~

Andrea spank me with that violin bow (we can buy a new one later)

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut (fingering, spanking, mentions of cheating)

Author’s note: Do I have to say something? I mean the request is amazing enough

It was just a day like any other in the little village, you opened your bookshop, a small little thing that your uncle run and you were proud to call it your precious jewel.

You worked hard to keep it afloat, you went by bicycle to the bigger cities nearby to get the best books yourself or the classics, you were determined not to let it die on you, but it was every day harder.

It was almost the end of your day when you saw Mr Barnes come inside, he was a war veteran that suffered terrible injuries, but also an avid reader who would come even twice a week.

“Don’t you tell me you have already finished it, James”

You smiled at him and he shrugged, his playful smirk running over his lips. “I like this Agatha Christie author and her Belgian detective, what can I say?”

He was a player, you knew it and didn’t expect anything less from him, he is handsome and he knows it. But you never took him seriously and even less since a certain shipwrecked violinist made his way to your heart, but truth to be told, you indulged him. Sure, he was a passionate reader, but he loved to come and flirt with you and you need him and his coins to call it a day.

“Well, what’s next then?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the bookworm, aren’t you?”

His smirk was playful but you ignored it and smiled only moving away from the counter, making your away around the books to try the one you were meaning to offer him next. You always planned one in advance, or even two, just to make sure to give him enough attention but not too much.

“What about…” you begun, your tongue sticking a little put as you’re focused, eyebrows furrowed as you read the titles.

“You’d look even more the part with glasses” he interrupted you and you chuckled

“I know, I know, I should wear them but..”

“No, I mean that you’d look even more attractive with them on”

You kept quiet as he moved closer, his arm leaning against the shelf in front of you as you mumbled a thank you.

He stared at you following your every move, your hand picking a thin book and handing it to him.

“The Great Gatsby” he read out loud “Is it new?” “No, just American, it was published in 1925”

He nodded looking at it as he moved page after page, his lips pursed in concentration as you tried to move past him, but he just stood still and board in front of you.

“What do you do after work?”

“Oh, well I have some chores to do at home, study new purchases for the shop”

“You always do” he said closing the book with a loud snap making you jolt in your spot

“Let’s have a date night, we could dine at the tavern and you can tell me more about those orders you always have to do” he said taking a step forward as you mimicked him taking a step back.

“Y/N” he murmured “we are dancing this dance from a long time, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

“You’re very attractive, still unmarried, incredibly tempting for every man in town, you should expect it”

The truth was that you weren’t completely far from anything love related, but Dr Mead advised you to keep your little ‘entanglement’ with Andrea s secret for the time being. Most people still didn’t get the difference of him being Polish and not German and it would only make your life harder for no reason. So you obliged, you closed the curtains at night when he sneaked into your room, you visited him often with the excuse of bringing him books, you pretend not to wish his touch on you every time of the day.

“I said I can’t already”

You took the chance to move past James and take the broom to clean.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as his eyes travelled on you. He was patient, but not that patient, nevertheless you were a delicious eye candy to his eyes. He put his hand to his pocket still holding the book into the other one. He pulled out some coins and left them on the table, there was also a tip from you.

“I like this game Y/N” he said bluntly to you and he looked at the book “also. such a small book makes me think you want me to come back soon”

You looked at him, you matched his smirk, oh he loved to be kept on the edge, didn’t he?

“See you next week” you only said and he gave you a light military salutation to you saying something about being at your orders.

You smirked biting the inside of your cheek as you enjoyed the game for sure, or the dance as he called it, but you were realising how you had to probably tone it down. He was liking it a bit too much and going over the simple play, plus you were losing the plot of it since Andrea came into the picture.

After you closed the day, recorded all the sells and cleaned the shop you wrapped yourself up in a coat, taking an easy children book for Andrea to practice with. On your way out you noticed some scattered flowers on the ground, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You made your way to Ursula and Janet’s house, the violin being played out loud, a very dramatic and strong melody going off, almost violent.

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

“Oh Y/N, please try to talk to him, at least you know German” she said and you looked at her confused “he went out for a walk and came back so angry, he shouted at poor Ursula, she is so bumped, I can’t look after the two of them” Janet said in her own way that made it sound almost funny, if not sarcastic.

You nodded taking off your coat and hat, you walked upstairs holding the book with you, the music getting louder as you took the stairs until his room, you got inside without knocking because it would be impossible for him to hear anyway. The first thing you noticed was his back wrapped in that white shirt and the pants kept up by his suspenders. You still remember vividly the first time you pulled those suspenders off his shoulders, it is still one of your favourite things to do as a prelude of what is about to come.

“Andrea” you called him as you closed the door behind your back, locking it just because you know how much Ursula likes to peak in.

He turned around suddenly, almost scaring you off as he held his violin in one hand and the thin bow into his other hand, his eyes on fire, jaw clenched and his back straight like a soldier.

“You bezwstydny” he shouted at you and you looked at him even more confused “schamlos” he said then in German.

“Shameless? Why?” You asked frowning, you had the luck to know German because your family immigrated to Cornwall before the WWI to join your uncle’s business, but that didn’t help when Andrea was so mad to decide not to tolerate any other language by his own like now.

“I saw you” he said spitting venom “You think funny?”

“But what?”

“You with that man in bookshop!” He growled putting down the violin because it was at serious risk of being thrown on the floor.

You parted your lips in shock as he said that, so those flowers were his?

“Did you come to pick me up?”

He nodded but his lips pressed against each other in disgust.

“Andrea, don’t make that face, he is just a client acting up”

“You act up”

You looked at him shaking your head “you don’t understand” you said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

His voice was different, his accent thicker than ever, there was no trace of the usual sweet smile, almost mischievous, that he always had on his lips.

He sat down on the chair were Ursula watched him for nights on “on my lap”

You frowned “no”

He raised his eyebrows “I think you not understand” he said threateningly “Are you playing with two men?”

You shook your head vehemently “You know it is not like this” you stated “I want only you”

He didn’t seem impressed, he pursed his lips in disbelief and let out a sarcastic chuckle twirling the bow between his fingers.

“Then prove it”

His accent hitting you again, you loved it, but the way he said it, that didn’t feel comforting.

You stared at him, you didn’t want to argue with him, he was already too mad and to hold a conversation was to ask too much.

So you obliged leaving the book aside and making your way to his lap sitting on it.

“No this way” he said wiggling underneath you to make you stand up

“gebückt” he said in German waving the bow to you. Oh, so he wanted you bent over it?

You stood uncomfortable for a moment but then you nodded again, you needed to get past this crisis, no?

So you moved your dress a bit to make your way onto his lap, you wanted to ask what now but then you felt distinctively the way he pulled your skirts up.

“Andrea” you hissed at him but by now he held you in that position pushing your panties down, the cold air hitting your bum, your cheeks bringing from embarrassment.

“You like play, so you get to be punish like little kid”

You blushed even more if possible, you wiggled but he held you down firmly until you stopped struggling and settled in the position he wanted.

“Repeat numbers in English for me” he said and you whimpered as he smacked that bow onto your ass earning a gasp, your shoulders trembled inward as it was more painful than expected.

“Number?”

“One” you replied immediately, how much do you have to count, you wondered.

You whimpered as other two snaps to the stick followed very quick together

“Andrea, please stop” “If you wanted me to stop you’d not act to earn it” his words an hiss between his teeth “we begin again now, you didn’t count”

You groaned but another slap reduced you to a forced obedience “one”

He smirked widely as he twirled the bow in his hand, you could’t see him but you could ear the way it cut the air around.

You obeyed and counted all the three snaps that followed, your breath itching and your hands trying to reach out to the floor to gain some advantage in the positioning, which still felt too embarrassing, the constrictive exposure of your bottom making you feel uneasy.

Andrea saw that movement and he reached down with his free hand clasping onto your jaw making you look up like some animal in need to be tamed. Another whip hit you.

“Five” you groaned as now your position felt even more humiliating, you shivered as he chuckled

“Now you will be good during more strokes, if you manage to come to dziesięć then you’ll be free”

You groaned, how much is that? The confusion in you was showing as your body stiffened. The unknown scaring you, your core clenched shamelessly, your wetness revealing a pleasure that was evident, a dirtiness of your own that you didn’t expect to meet.

“Only five more”

He whispered and smacked your ass again, you whined squeezing your eyes

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

“You like to be a tease, don’t you? You love it, showing off like a whore to that man, to all the men, you sell them the whole experience for few coins? You make them believe they can fuck you?”

He smirked hitting your ass again, your hips buckling against his leg as you were looking for relief from that desire

“Seven”

“You love it, you love to be desired by many don’t you?”

“Eight”

“You want them to dream of you at night, to desire to fuck you and smack your ass like I am doing now, these skirts only making them dream more”

“Nine”

You were sobbing by now, his hand on your jaw making it hard to breathe and speak

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

He smirked, he was pleased giving you one last whip, the hair of the bow falling down as some of them broke, oh you know too well how much that will cost you, Andrea wasn’t one to easily ruin something like that.

“Ten!”

You almost shouted it, your thighs trembling and knees kept closing and parting trying to find some relief.

Andrea leaned down kissing the back of your neck as he gave you time to calm down, let the humiliation sink in.

“Andrea” Ursula’s voice rang from behind the door “Are you quite alright? Dinner is almost ready”

“I am! Y/N and I need a moment” he said, his voice completely different and far from the dark threatening voice that poured over you a second before “We will be down in ten!” As he spoke he touched over your wet slit, how shamelessly you were patching his pants with all that excitement, so slowly began playing with you, you winced biting on the fabric of his tailored cloths trying to hold back any sound while those skilled violist fingers kept scissoring inside of you. “We haven’t done yet”

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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hehe hi can i request “we're with family and can't kiss but let's sneak into your old room for a minute” with my sweet baby andrea ?

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes (just pretend that continues for like a really long time and you’ll get how excited i am) (also I'm so sorry if this is a little ooc)

andrea marowski x gn!reader

Chistmas time was always a treat. Being with family, sitting around a warm fire and exchanging gifts, no matter how small. This year was special though. It was the first time you had decided to bring someone home.

Your older sisters and brother were all already married and some even had kids, but you were the youngest and the last to find someone as it seemed.

You knew this year was going to be hectic, kids adults, seniors all crammed into a small home, but that was part of the charm, you just had to be sure to tell that to Andrea.

The night before you came into town you found yourself a phone, calling your parents and trying to explain to them they really needed to be on their best behaviour.

"I really like him okay," you smiled softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip.

"I can't believe it, they're in love," your mother cooed on the other end.

"Yes, and if you love me then you'll go easy on him, okay? He's not from here, and he's been practicing his English like crazy for tomorrow,"

"Of course," your father assured. "We can't wait,"

And so the next day came and you were walking hand in hand with Andrea until you reached the front door.

He saw your tenseness and gave you an extra squeeze of your hand.

"Deep breath," he looked at you with a small smile and you nodded.

"Yeah, deep breath,"

Placing your hand on the handle you swung the door open and before you could say hello a gaggle of children, your nieces and nephews came and surrounded you, tackling you in hugs.

"Hey, guys!" you grinned, pressing kisses to each of their foreheads or cheeks.

"Mom! (N/N)'s got a boyfriend!" Cyrus called, and you rolled your eyes.

"Tattletale!" you picked him up, squeezing him in a tight hug. "And his name's Andrea,"

Andrea waved shyly to the boy who waved back before you put him down, now faced with your siblings and parents.

"(Y/N), finally decided to show up for a holiday?" your brother teased.

"Guys, enough of that, now would you like to introduce us?" your mother asked excitedly, pointing to the man standing by your side.

"Andrea," he said, holding out a hand for them to shake. "My name is Andrea Marowski,"

Your mother ignored his hand and pulled him instead into a hug, which after the shock had faded he accepted.

"Marowski? Where's that from?" your sister asked.

"Poland," he said proudly.

"And that you've got there?" your father asked pointing to his case.

"Dad!" you chided in a whisper.

"No, it's okay," Andrea assured you with a chuckle. "You tell them or me?"

"You go ahead," you nodded.

"It's violin," he explained. "I play,"

"Oh so you're a musician?!" your other sister exclaimed excitedly and he nodded. "You'll have to play for us!"

"Could you?" you asked, turning over to him and he nodded eagerly. "Okay, but first we should get some tea and sit down for a bit, we've been travelling a while,"

Your family nodded and moved aside, allowing for you to come to the kitchen and gather your bearings a bit.

"You okay?" you asked Andrea quietly while your family seemed to be busy arguing over some small trivial thing.

"Yes," he gave you a nod. "You worry too much,"

"I'm sorry," you apologized with a chuckle. "I just don't want them to scare you away,"

"Scare? Me?" he seemed to find that highly amusing. "I was dead, nothing scares me anymore,"

"Oh hush, you screamed last time we saw a spider," you pinched his cheek and he went a shade of pink.

Your mother came and interrupted your quiet conversation with two cups of tea and some conversation.

Eventually, as you had hoped you both became less the centre of things as they drifted off to tother topics.

Andrea was busy listening when he felt a gentle tug at his sleeve and looking down he saw your niece, Mariella.

"You said you play the violin?" she asked and Andrea nodded, turning his attention to her. "Can you show me?"

"Sure," he smiled, holding out his arms so he could pick her up and place her on his lap, opning the case that was resting next to him and showing her the instrument. "This is bow," he gave her the piece of wood with horse hairs strung tightly on it.

"And it helps make the sound?"

"Yeah, you got it,"

You had since then abandoned the coversation, watching how carefully he tended to your niece, addressing her curiosity with patience, it made your heart swell. If you were alone, you would kiss him, but given the amount of people in the house right now that made it a difficult task.

As soon as dinner came and went you quickly grabbed Andrea's hand and in the chaos dragged him to your childhood bedroom, closing the door shut behind you.

Andrea was already quickly distracted by your things, curious about the small toys and music boxes that lined the wall.

"Andrea?" you chuckled lightly and he turned around, like he was caught doing something wrong. "Come here," you motioned with your finger and he followed your directions, coming to stand in front of you. "I was hoping we might get a moment alone,"

"Oh, alone," he seemed to understand your thoughts, and came even closer, his hands holding your face and the rest of his body practically pressed against yours.

"Maybe next Christmas we won't have to hide away to do this," you whispered.

"Does that mean I get to marry you?"

"Just kiss me Andrea," you breathed out a chuckle and he finally obeyed, letting his lips rest against yours in a soft and gentle kiss.

When you parted slightly, his hands left the sides of your face and reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring, just a band, nothing special by counts of value, but it meant everything if he was asking what you really thought he was.

"I can marry you now?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know it's not um... fancy or pretty, but I promise I will buy another when I have more money,"

"Andrea," you cooed, "I don't care I think it's lovely," you breathed. "Yes, I'll marry you, hell, I'd marry you a thousand times,"

"But one is good for me," he joked and you rolled your eyes, bringing him in for one more kiss.

"Ich liebe dich," you murmured against his lips. "I love you, Andrea,"

"I love you too,"

"Hey (N/N)!" you could hear Cyrus on the other side, baning onto the door.

"We better leave," you chuckled. "Cyrus! Get outta here!" you shooed him away and waited for the steps to retreat before slipping out of the room, a new piece of jewlery glistening against your previously empty ring finger. You wondered if anyone would notice.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 & 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕪 || yandere!Andrea Marowski x reader

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 || if your fiancé were here, you wouldn't be so hung up on this mysterious, young foreign man who doesn't seem to care about the ring on your finger. but he's not here... and this stranger plans to use that to his advantage.

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 || 3.8k

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 || smut (dubcon and noncon; this is a dark fic!), yandere trope, alcohol consumption (and sex while heavily inebriated), infidelity (see summary), slapping, unprotected sex and unwanted creampie (but not really breeding kink)

𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 || 'księżniczko' is a polish term of endearment meaning 'princess'!

You knew from the start that he was trouble because he was exactly your type.

New, different, mysterious. Blonde— why did you always have a thing for that?— with a bright smile but dark eyes. You might not have even noticed him before, when your fiancé was here to keep all your attention, but now? After this many months alone? You didn't have the willpower you used to, and you didn't used to have the hunger that you had now.

But nothing could happen, and nothing would happen because you wouldn’t let it happen.

Your first real interaction with Andrea Marowski was when you went he came through the market while you were selling your honey. While your husband’s military salary was just enough to make ends meet, beekeeping had proven to be a nice way to not only pass the time, but get some extra spending money; recently you had expanded from just selling raw honey and honeycomb to making honey-based soaps and lotions. For a while he walked with the women he was staying with— you knew them well enough, but you weren’t exactly close or anything— until he split off while they looked at some bread and ended up wandering by your stall.

“Ah, miód,” Andrea noticed as he picked up a jar. “Honey.” His pronunciation was good, if a bit stilted in that way one sounds when putting excessive effort into pronouncing foreign words.

“Mhm,” you agreed, “it’s all fresh, and the bees only pollinate clovers and lavender plants so the taste is incredibly pure. Want to try some?”

He didn’t seem to fully understand until you handed him one of the small glass sample vials. His fingers brushed against yours, ever so slightly, as he took the vial from your hands and carefully sipped on the honey inside. You grinned when you saw his eyes get just a bit wider.

“You like it?” you prompted as he licked his lips and swallowed.

“Is good!” he beamed. “Your bees?”

“Yeah! I keep the bees myself,” you answered, feeling a bit more shy when he seemed visibly impressed.

“How… how they not sting?” he wondered aloud, poking his arm with his fingertip as if to pantomime a bee sting.

“Oh, well, they’re very gentle,” you explained, “and they like me.”

You met his gaze again and found it a little glassy— clearly he didn’t quite understand what you were saying, but he still smiled and nodded. You admired how difficult this all must be for him: being in a foreign place, hardly speaking the language, knowing no one. So you thought you should be kind to him, just to make one thing a little bit easier for him if possible. Plus, not everyone was so keen on a foreigner in their quiet little town, and you wanted him to feel welcome in spite of that.

“I’ll give you the honey for free,” you offered, handing a smaller jar towards him. He tilted his head as he looked at it, letting out a small, awkward laugh when he looked up at you again. “Free!” you repeated. “It’s yours, you don’t need to give me any money.”

“Oh,” he sunk his shoulders as he realised what you meant, “no, I couldn’t—”

“Please, I insist,” you beamed as he shook his head. “Consider it a welcome gift!”

He hesitated for a few more seconds before relenting with a little sigh, taking the jar from you with a smile. “Thank you,” he nodded. “I buy something else. To make fair.”

Before you could promise that he didn’t need to, he grabbed a bar of your beeswax soap— the one with lavender and clary sage— and quickly shoved some paper notes towards you. “Thank you for your purchase,” you nodded politely.

"I see you again?" he asked.

"O-oh, I'm sure," you stammered. "I'm at the pub sometimes— maybe I'll see you."

“I hope so,” he agreed, giving you another smile as he waved and continued on his path; you tried not to watch him walk away, but found yourself glancing over at him more than a few times as he strolled down the road— and once he caught your gaze as he looked back himself.

Your heart was pounding, just from a small interaction like that… because you knew exactly how dangerous it was.

Even though you told him you might see him at the pub, you weren't expecting it to happen so soon… even though you'd been coming to the pub more often just in case he would be there.

Yeah, you were down bad. And the pit in your stomach told you that you were asking for trouble. But when he walked through the door and spotted you right away, waving with a smile and crossing the dancefloor to join you at the bar, trouble started looking pretty damn good.

"May I buy you drink?" he asked as he leaned in beside you.

"Oh, um…" you stalled nervously.

"Another whiskey?" the bartender asked before you could even decide if you should let Andrea buy you a drink. Well, you already knew that you shouldn't, but you were on the fence if you were going to let him anyways.

"Sure," you nodded, giving Andrea a small glance.

"And beer for me," he added, putting coins down on the bar where drinks soon appeared instead.

Your eyes met his for a second as you both sipped from your glasses, him smiling at you slightly around the gulp of beer. You glanced away, taking a larger swig of the whiskey (even though it burned a bit), hoping the butterflies in your stomach would drown soon.

Once you’d both set down your glasses, he broke the silence quickly. “I use your soap,” he informed you, leaning in closer and yep, you could smell the scent you’d created on his skin.

“You like it?” you asked, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“And I put your honey on toast,” he added with a grin.

“Always glad to have another satisfied customer,” you chuckled.

The first two drinks went down easy, but you hardly remembered the next three— it was all just little glimpses, snapshots of flirtatious touches and unsubtle glances and his hand around yours as he guided you out the back and around to the secluded alley just behind the pub. You remembered his fingers tracing over your back through your dress. You remembered laughing and purring as his lips hungrily explored your neck, you remembered tongues tangling together and your fingers weaving into his hair. His hair was so soft…

You remembered his hand sliding up your thigh, under your dress, until you slapped it, instinctively.

“N-no,” you slurred, “Andrea, this is wrong.”

More kisses over your pulse soothed you for a moment until you felt his hand moving up again. You squirmed a bit, trying to shake him off, but his body was pressing yours against the wall and his mouth was silencing yours with a hungry kiss and maybe you just melted into it after that, too tired of denying him and yourself.

You remembered all that. Funny enough, though, you didn’t remember how you ended up in his bed.

For a moment, it was peaceful… soft sheets, sun streaming in through the window, his arms draped over you as a satisfying sort of ache filled your body. But then, of course, you realised who he was and who you were and, perhaps most importantly, who your fiancé was. That being: your fucking fiancé.

“Fuck,” you hissed, starting to jump out of bed right away, but his grip on you tightened and he pulled you back into him, the feeling of his skin on yours making it clear that both of you were naked which made you a bit (more) nauseous.

He mumbled some Polish against your neck; his voice was deeper when it was heavy with sleep. His arms still held you tightly, and you shivered against them. “Do not leave,” he requested softly.

“I need to, though, if somebody sees me here— oh god, if somebody knows what we…” you trailed off, realising you didn’t know the exact end to that sentence. “What did we do last night?” you finally asked.

“I can remind you,” he whispered as he kissed the shell of your ear; and when you felt his erection press up against you, you yelped and just barely managed to wrangle yourself out of his grasp to throw the sheets off and stumble out of the bed, ignoring how it made your head pulse with pain.

“Oh, fuck, I need to go,” you reminded yourself as you searched for your dress in a pile on the floor and quickly slipped it on. You turned around to find him exposed completely since you’d pushed the sheets away, and your face burned when you got a glimpse of his cock; no wonder you were sore between your legs. He seemed a little too proud of himself when he caught you looking, giving you a smug grin. “I need to go,” you repeated firmly.

Slipping on last night’s clothes— wrinkled and still smelling faintly of booze— you managed to stumble out of his room and down the stairs. You were lucky beyond all reason that none of the women of the house caught you here; you weren’t sure if they were the gossipping type but it would’ve been humiliating regardless.

As soon as you were home, the phone rang.

“Hello?” you answered, still breathing heavily— oh god, what if it was your fiancé?!

But it was maybe the only thing worse than that: “I didn’t want to chase you,” Andrea’s voice came from the other end, “but want to know why you run so fast…”

“We can’t talk anymore,” you assured him quickly, “don’t call me again.”

You hung up with a sigh, feeling tears burn your eyes already. You were so caught up in washing yourself with a thorough bath and trying to forget about last night that you didn’t even stop to think about how he could’ve possibly gotten your telephone number.

You spent most of the day biting your nails and pacing. It didn’t help your hangover, but you were desperate to find a solution other than the only one you’d thought of so far.

See, the thing was, you really needed to speak to Andrea to make sure he wasn’t going to tell anyone what had happened. You felt sick to imagine seeing him again, but it needed to be done. Everyone in the town knew you were engaged, many of them even knew your betrothed himself, you just couldn’t afford for anyone to know what had happened.

It was a drunken mistake, maybe someday you would find the strength to tell him that yourself… but what he absolutely did not need was an anonymous telegram about how some polock was running around town talking about fooling around with his beloved bride-to-be behind the local pub.

So, even though it made you feel sort of nauseous and you knew that it might be sending him sort of mixed signals, you carefully dialed the number for the house where Andrea was staying. When the housekeeper answered, you tried to change your voice so she might not recognize you as you asked to speak to Andrea.

It still made an uncomfortable, guilty chill run down your spine when he picked up the line and greeted you; he sounded like he already knew who it was, probably just because he knew nobody else would call. You still told him who it was, just in case.

“Could we… meet somewhere? Just to talk?” you asked quietly, whispering even though your house was empty. “I don’t want to go there, in case anyone sees me there— and I don’t want you to come here, in case anyone sees you here…”

“I know a place,” he assured. “Private. No one will see.”

When you arrived, though, you noticed it wasn’t totally private: the house itself was empty, and the door was unlocked, but there were neighbors who could recognise either of you. Fortunately, that wouldn’t be a problem as long as you came in the back and didn’t yell out your conversation loud enough for them to hear— which would never happen anyways.

He was already inside when you stepped in, and by the time you’d shut the back door he was already almost on you, trying to pull you into an embrace.

“No, Andrea, we can’t,” you mumbled, pushing him back— and he relented, thankfully. You took a shaky breath as you began the speech you’d practiced over and over in your head on the bike ride over. “What happened last night…” you trailed off, and he must have understood what you were talking about because his smile widened, his eyes sparkled a bit as he looked down at you, tilting his head a bit to try to meet your gaze. “No one can know, okay? My fiancé… I know he’s not perfect, but if he found out, he’d be heartbroken. And he didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looked at you somewhat blankly, but nodded after a moment.

“So, it needs to stay a secret, okay?” you pressed, stepping a little closer and hoping he would understand. “Okay? Secret. Shh,” you demonstrated, placing your finger to your lips.

“Shh,” he agreed, repeating the motion. You smiled, and he did that, too. But then he held the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss, ignoring the way you pushed against his chest.

“A-Andrea, no,” you mumbled against his lips, gasping a bit when he stumbled forward and pushed you back against the table, lifting you onto it and placing himself between your legs as he pulled your skirt up to your hips.

“It will be secret,” he promised, moving his kiss down to your neck while he ran his hands up to your thighs, “no one will know.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you assured, fighting him harder but finding it just as futile. “Andrea, stop!”

“I no understand,” he mumbled, holding you close with one hand and quickly unbuttoning his fly with the other. “You like so much before.”

“I-it doesn’t matter,” you promised, failing to move your hips enough to stop him from tugging your panties down. You couldn’t even remember how much you had apparently liked it, though you sadly believed him. “We can’t— I told you, we can’t do this!”

“I make you feel good,” he whispered. You couldn’t tell if he meant it as persuasion, or if he was promising what he was about to do. Though you tried one more time to tell him not to, he lined himself up to your entrance and suddenly pressed forward.

It stung sharply when he filled you, making you cry through your teeth for a moment; you were still sore from the last time this had happened. His mouth fell slack with a gasp as he buried himself so deep in you that your chest seized up. “O-oh, księżniczko,” he groaned under his breath, “so tight… warm, like I remember.”

He didn’t waste any time getting right to it, speeding up and slamming into you so hard that the table shook beneath you and your whole body jolted with every thrust. “A-Andrea,” you choked on your sob, somewhere between pleading for mercy and pleading for more, digging your nails into his shoulders and letting your head fall back.

It hurt, in a way, but your body was just as conflicted as your mind by everything that was happening. You felt betrayed by yourself as you heard your own moans, watching your fingers clutch at his back and feeling your legs wrap around his hips. As much as you hated him and hated yourself, you couldn’t deny that you’d never felt anything like this. You and your fiancé had been intimate before, and it was good— gentle, comfortable, patient. But he never kissed you like this, he never held you like this, he never claimed you like this. No one had.

“Oh, fuck, Andrea,” you blurted out, whimpering as he held you tighter and leaned into your neck.

“Scream louder,” he demanded against your ear. “Say my name one more time… I want them to hear. They can all know you are mine now.”

Your gut sank. “N-no, Andrea— they can’t know, no one can know… my fiancé—”

“Will he want you when he knows?” Andrea interrupted you sharply, his left hand squeezing yours so you could feel the sharp diamond on your finger. “Will he want you when I tell him?”

Your eyes fell shut and your stomach twisted— guilt, shame, terror, all of it. You should’ve known better than to believe him when he promised it would stay a secret. Because what difference did it make anyway? It was still wrong, it was still an awful thing to do; and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what you deserved, in the end.

“You will be mine,” he assured, because you both knew exactly what would happen when he told your fiancé about this.

“Oh god,” you sighed, but not in the sexy way; in the ‘fuck, this is real, he’s going to ruin my life’ way.

“Mine,” he repeated, his voice a little deeper. “Yes?”

Angry and confused and beginning to cry, you whimpered but instinctively shook your head ‘no’; he slapped you across the cheek for that, and again when you yelped.

“Mine. Say it,” he demanded. He raised his hand to strike you again and you panicked.

“Yours!” you yelped. “Yours, Andrea, yours— fuck, I’m yours!”

He kissed you suddenly, roughly, and your whimpers were lost to his lips. Even with his hand clutching your jaw, you held your lips shut tight— but he had a plan for that, too, slapping you on the cheek again, not that hard yet hard enough to force you to gasp which gave him the space he needed to shove his tongue in beside yours and taste every moan you let out.

In spite of everything, you were already on the edge; you did everything you could to hold it back, but he forced pleasure onto you faster than you could swallow it down. He could feel it, too, when you came… you were sure of that, from the way he let out a quiet, mocking chuckle, holding your jaw and watching your face as you gave into it.

“This was how you look before, when you come for me,” he purred. “I want to see it again.”

For all your brainlessness and naivete, this time you did notice the way his English had improved drastically now that he had you cornered: as if he knew that dumbing himself down would make him seem less threatening, and give him an excuse for why he didn’t accept your rejection. But it was much more than a language barrier that kept him from understanding the word ‘no,’ that was clear now.

It was almost too much when he didn’t slow down after that, your sensitive channel clinging to him tighter than ever— but you didn’t take much longer to give him what he wanted, either, coming even harder than the first time after probably less than a minute of his cock spearing into you with reckless abandon.

You were putty in his arms after coming twice, going totally limp and giving in to being used however he wanted; he moaned against your skin as he sucked marks onto your neck, even biting down occasionally. He knew exactly what he was doing, leaving bruises on you this way. Of course he was staking his claim over you: marking territory, if you will, but you didn’t understand just yet how far he was willing to go.

You did just a moment later, though; it took a few more of his deeper, breathier moans, and his hand clutching tighter at your back, for you to realise what was about to happen. “Pull out,” you requested quickly, catching him smiling in the corner of your eye and knowing right away that he had no intentions to listen to you. “Andrea, no, you have to—”

He clapped his hand over your mouth, the other fumbling to push yours away as you tried to shove him off, anything to stop him from coming inside you. “This is what you want,” he promised, having to speak louder over your muffled screams, “you want to belong to me. You will.”

As his hips sped up and the tip of his cock bruised the deepest parts of you at the end of each thrust, his moans got louder and rougher between hissing breaths through his teeth. You choked on a sob as he grunted lowly and you felt warmth bloom from your core, his cock flexing against your walls.

He swore in Polish under his breath, holding your waist to keep you pinned as he stayed as deep as he could go— sure to give you every drop, clearly. Only when he was completely finished did he relax his grip on your wrists and drop the hand covering your mouth… but you had no will to fight now, along with no strength and no purpose to.

Both of you caught your breath for quite some time, just staying that way without moving much at all; you sniffled as wetness began to burn your eyes, and he smiled through his exhaustion as he leaned down to kiss away the first tear that fell.

“Oh, księżniczko,” he cooed softly. “Don’t cry… it only makes me want you more.”

You shuddered, looking away as he lifted your chin with a finger gently stroking beneath it.

“Look at me,” he requested gently. “Look.”

The second demand was a lot less patient; more scared of his violent side than of his oppressive stare, you finally made eye contact and he softened again with a friendly smile.

“So pretty,” he praised, brown eyes scanning your face for a second. “Even when you cry. But you cry because you are happy, yes? Aren’t you happy?”

Too afraid to do anything else, you nodded shakily.

“I know, so am I,” he smiled. “We will leave this place soon— you can come with me to America. A new life for us.”

He hugged you tightly as he kissed your lips again, ignoring the way they quivered while you cried harder.

“It will be so wonderful,” he promised, slipping one hand down to gently remove the engagement ring from your finger. You reached for it but he tossed it away before you could grab it. “Shh, don’t worry,” he soothed, “I will get you a new one soon.”

#dark!andrea marowski x reader #yandere!andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski smut #andrea marowski dark fic

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ficstoreadinthedark · 3 years

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I’ve reached a new milestone with this blog even though I’ve only posted like once or twice a year.

I’m thankful you guys are still following even though my blog has been very inactive, I wanted to give a little back to you guys with opening requests for a series of themed drabble fics.

I’m stuck between something dark, like a series of yandere Drabble fics for marvel actors, or going semi-fluffish with series of arranged marriage fics going from little light-hearted stuff to dark-ish.

The choice is yours guys~

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Once Upon A Christmas

Gender neutral reader

Pairing - Andrea Marowski x reader

[Masterlist]

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Andrea loves the Christmas season, and this year he wants to celebrate it with you and his family. However, you're not in the mood for Christmas. You haven't been since your last relationship.

This year, things need to be different, or you will lose the only good person you have left.

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Part 1

With only a few days left before Christmas Eve, there was much buzz around town. Every shop window had a display that really drew people on, Christmas music was playing on every radio, those cheesy Hallmark movies were playing constantly.

It was enough to make you sick.

Andrea had decorated the house, though he did it alone. You pretended not to notice his disappointment when you refused to have anything to do with it. You swore off Christmas years ago. Never again would you partake in the holiday, no matter how much Andrea wanted you to.

Still, you let him do what he wanted.

Andrea had been on the phone for the last hour talking to his family back home. He hasn't been to see them for some time, so it was nice for him to talk to them like this. You knew how much he missed them.

You were busy washing up the dishes from that morning's breakfast. You had the radio on low, wanting some background noise, but not really wanting to listen to the constant Christmas songs that kept playing. At such a low volume, they bothered you a lot less.

Just as you were finishing up washing the dishes, you heard Andrea hang up the phone. Footsteps came toward the kitchen, and soon, he entered. You dried your hands and leaned into his touch when he wrapped his arms around you.

"My family say hello," he says, kissing your cheek softly.

You chuckle and lean into him, letting him sway you both. You often found yourselves like this.

"Did you tell them we would come see them in the new year?" You ask, closing your eyes blissfully.

You hear Andrea sigh softly in your ear.

"About that..."

You open your eyes and turn yourself around to look at him, giving him your full attention. Oh, how you loved him so. Your sweet darling Andrea.

"What is it?"

His gaze softens up and bites lightly at his lip. He looks a little nervous.

"Mother has invited us over for Christmas day. She would like to see us over the holidays. There is a flight tomorrow which will give us time to settle in when we arrive. Please come. I promise you will like it."

You stare at him, having not expected that. Andrea knows how you feel about Christmas, but his family don't. It leaves reason as to why they would invite you.

"Andrea..."

"Please. For me?" He pleads.

You sigh as you let go of him and take a step back.

"You know I don't like Christmas..."

He looks down, eyes sad and almost watery. You could see his heart breaking in front of you. He asked this one thing of you, and you turn him down.

Andrea never asks for anything.

"Please?" He tried again, but this time his voice is much quieter.

You shake your head lightly.

"You go, Andrea. See your family."

He doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he walks put of the room. A deep ache settled in your chest, under your ribcage. It hurt every fibre of you to say no.

But he knew...

You don't see Andrea for the rest of the day. He doesn't speak with you or look at you. You've never upset him like this before. It hurts to know you're the cause of his sadness.

Yet, you won't change your mind.

He turns away from you when you climb into bed that night. You stare at the back of his head for a moment before facing the other way. The bed felt cold, despite both of you being there.

It was even colder in the morning. You woke to find his side empty. It had been made up as nicely as possible with you still sleeping. You sat up expecting him to be downstairs.

It was quiet.

You padded down the stairs carefully, dressing gown wrapped around you snugly. The heating was on, but there was still a light chill to the air.

"Andrea?"

No response.

You head into the kitchen to find everything as you had left it. Everything except from the note on the table. You walk over and pick up up carefully.

I'm sorry you don't love Christmas, but my family want to see me. I want to see them. I am catching the early flight. I'll call when I arrive. Have a good Christmas. I'll see you in the new year.

Andrea

Your heart shatters into pieces. The note falls from your fingers and flutters to the ground, landing near your bare feet. Tears already threaten to fall, but you don't allow them. You lift your head a little higher and then proceed to make breakfast for yourself.

You could go a week without Andrea.

Who cares if it was Christmas?

You didn't.

Right?

The days leading up to Christmas Eve were much the same. You spent the days cleaning, cooking, reading, catching up with TV shows you had missed.

Andrea called you every day. He didn't speak his mind honestly, but you knew every single time that he wanted to ask if he could change your mind. There was one more flight before Christmas Day that you could catch. You had checked yourself.

Still, you remained at home.

On Christmas Eve you stayed up late to watch an old movie that was on. Though you were growing tired and felt you wouldn't see the end. Having nearly dosed off twice, you turn the TV off and go grab a drink of water, before then making you way to bed.

Despite not really being into Christmas, you had turned the tree lights on. You thought of Andrea as you turned them off on your way out.

The bed was cold, but it would soon warm once you were in it. Well, your side would. His side had felt cold every night since he left.

At least he was with his family...

Where should probably be.

No. You shook your head and lay down, turning off the bedside lamp. You could do this. You would survive Christmas on your own. You have before.

Room quiet and dark, you close your eyes and wait for sleep to take you away.

That old clock at the bottom of the stairs chimes loudly. Which was impossible considering it hadn't worked in years. It was a decorative piece at this point.

You sit up, groggy.

It was dark. Still night. Switching on the bedside lamp, you see the clock next to it reads 1 o'clock. You had barely slept an hour.

"What the...?"

The clock downstairs was still chiming. You had to get up and turn it off, despite you knowing it shouldn't be doing that. You grumble as you take each step slowly, feeling the cold night air.

You stop in front of the clock and look at it in disbelief. The chiming had stopped when you had come downstairs, but the hands were moving.

The clock was showing 5 past 1. It was working.

How? How could it be working?

A breeze flows through the house and makes you shiver. You cradle your arms to your body as you turn around. The lights on the tree are on.

You remember turning them off.

"I've gone mad..."

You make tour way over to the tree and crouch down, intending to turn it off, but its then you realise the breeze is coming from the open window.

You're convinced you're losing your mind.

Before you can make your way to close it, you notice something... no, someone in your kitchen.

You scream.

The man turns around quickly.

"WHO ARE YOU?" You ask loudly.

"Laszlo," the man replies, "Laszlo Kreizler."

@mischief-siriusly-managed @forest-of-insanity @lorna-d-m @scuttle-buttle @crackedout @hb8301 @mischief-rcs @meganlpie

#andrea marowski x reader #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl x reader #Christmas #Christmas fic #once upon a Christmas

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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Favorite Fics - f1yogurt

A compilation of my favorite fics, I needed a place to keep them all and I will slowly be adding more as I find them. Not in any particular order. Feel free to browse and give some love to these amazing authors!

(I'm not keeping track of which are explicit so Minors DNI 18+)

Daniel Characters

Laszlo Kreizler (imma be honest, all of these are my favorite)

Abandonment Requires Expectation - sub!Laszlo x Reader

go together like horse and carriage - Laszlo x John x Sara (drunk Laszlo is best Laszlo)

The Ripping Case of Ms. Delia Rodwick - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Good Boy - puppy play, sub!Laszlo x Reader

Laszlo Kreizler Headcanons - NSFW

Manuals of Love's Devotion - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Helmut Zemo

Baron Zemo Imagine - sub!Zemo x reader

Niki Lauda

Born to be Wild - Niki x fem!F1 Driver Reader

The Heist - spy!AU, Niki x Reader

Fluff Prompt - on the beach, Niki x Reader

eine ratte und eine maus - Niki x fem!Reader

Andrea Marowski

Throw Me a Bone - sub!Andrea x Reader

Sebastian Zöllner

The Artist and His Muse - mild sub!Sebastian x Reader

Born to Beg - sub!Sebastian x Reader

Best Boy - sub!Sebastian x Reader

WinterBaron

Drossel - trains, Bucky/Zemo on the run, malewife!Zemo vibes

WinterBaron Push! Verse - literally my favorite thing, kind of an AU, omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

The White Wolf is my Alpha - omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

Masterlists

cazzyimagines - Bruhl babe's dream

sub-danny - sub!Danny wowow

scuttle-buttle - so much goodness

rumblelibrary - lots of Niki and Laszlo!

mypoisonedvine - lots of characters beyond Danny too

dreaminrubies - assorted gems

kadeuuijib -sub!Danny

#favorite fics #fic recs #my fic recs #daniel brühl #winterbaron #rush 2013 #niki lauda #laszlo kreizler #sebastian zöllner #andrea marowski #helmut zemo #alex garel #alex kerner

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strwbsgirl · 3 years

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sub! andrea marowski

i love little marowski, he’s just the cutest baby ever. he’s such a soft boy, all he wants is to be loved and praised. he’s the type to act out only because he wants some extra attention. i feel like he is not only huge on mommy/daddy kinks but also just a brat when he doesn’t get what he wants.

if he were woken up in the middle of the night, in a heat like state, he would paw at you, not wanting to make you mad but to wake you up. “mommy... wake up please” he would whisper, whining in your ear. you would groan, moving to the side opposite of him. whatever it was it could wait till morning.

he would still whine in your ear, getting more and more restless as the minutes went on. he would sigh out, looking around at the closed door, open window, and the night sky fading into the room. he noticed you werent moving or falling into his traps, so instead he works for himself, palming over his growing bulge. “mommy...” he would cry out softly, putting pressure down. he would slowly rut his hips into his hand, crying out for you as he got closer and closer to his peak.

you would groan, hearing the boy helping out before covering his own mouth. flipping back over you would lean into him, “andrea, what are you doing?” you would say, finally opening your eyes to see a sweaty, head fallen back andrea. “what are you doing.” his eyes would crack open, panting heavily as he turned to look at you. “i’m.. i’m sorry mommy... i just, it hurts..” he would whine, “help me please..” you would groan out, picking yourself out of bed. “what hurts?” you question, “is your cock hard, andrea?” he would wince at the words, finding his face going red. he was so embarrassed at the fact that he was so needy.

“and you woke me up, for this? for something you could have solved yourself.” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, pulling the blanket off of him, exposing his naked bottom. “i.. i need you, i want to be inside of you.” you looked at him, shaking your head. “no. i’m tired. figure it out yourself, andrea.” you would stand up, walking back over to your side of the bed, grabbing at the blankets. “mommy, please.” he would cry out, clenching his fists together, “now!” you would open your eyes again, turning back to face him. “what did you say?” he would quiver his lip, hitting the side of the blanket, “i want to be in you now!”

“figure it out yourself, andrea. you know more than you think you do about making yourself cum. do it.” you would say, sitting up on your knees to watch him. “stroke yourself andrea.” he would shake his head, already too sensitive. “andrea, do it or else i’ll punish you.” again, shaking his head, “you want to cum, right?” he would cry out, pleading and nodding for release. “do it yourself then.”

after countless minutes of edging, and overstimulation, andrea found himself crying out for you once more. “please mommy.. please i need to cum..” he would moan, gripping onto your arm as he stroked harder, thrusting his hips upward into his hand. “you want my mouth on you? or do you think you deserve to cum inside of me?”

his chest was heaving, “i.. inside of you, mommy.” you would nod, finally after so many moments of teasing and edging, moving to straddle his lap. after guiding his hands to your hips and pushing off your bottoms, he’d help line himself up with you, sinking down onto his length before letting out a hissing noise yourself. “i tell you when to cum, not the opposite, okay?” you’d moan out, trying to adjust before slightly rocking your hips against his.

he nods quickly, chest heaving, gripping at the skin against your hips, tossing his head back towards the headboard. “mommy.. please..” crying out, he would lean forward into the division between your neck, pressing soft chaste kisses against the skin.

after a few minutes of non stop thrusting, and speed picking up, andrea would be a moaning mess, bucking his hips up into yours, creating dark marks along the side of your neck. “you.. you can come..” you yelled out, grabbing the back of his neck. andrea’s face would contort, digging his nails deeper into your skin as he cried out your name, slowing his pace as he emptied himself inside of you. sighing out of relief, a soft, “better?” you giggled. he nodded, softly kissing the side of your neck. “thank you.. mommy...”

#madison’s fic reccomendations #madisons fic reccomendations #madisons masterlist #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #zemo #zemo x reader #zemo x y/n #zemo x you #danie bruhl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl x you #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski #andrea marowski smut #andrea

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fuddlewuddle · 3 years

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Here’s chapter five of my Andrea segment of the Exception husbands, bastard version series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32957044/chapters/81990541

I hope you like the outfit I gave Dirk 😉

Tagging @thesunflowersutra @merelyhooper @hala-macaron @little-pink-ocean because Dirk wanted me too 😌

#my fics #winterbaron #bucky x zemo #zemo #bucky barnes #baron zemo #daniel brühl #andrea marowski #dirk brûleé #ernst schmidt #tony balerdi #wanda maximoff

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babybluebex · 3 years

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that’s all

#andrea #ladies in lavender #andrea marowski #andrea marowski fanfiction #yes this is my way of telling you guys that i’m working on an andrea fic #daniel brühl

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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so I was watching this video (it's a bit suggestive 👁️👁️) and it got me thinking of reader teasing andrea,, doing and saying anything to get a reaction out of him,, watching him fidget and blush under your gaze

#fic ideas #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #andrea marowski x reader #daniel brühl character #slight n/sfw #ladies in lavender (2004)

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Take My Heart [Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader]

Synopsis: Comforting Andrea helps you to take a new step in life. Warnings: Fluff, cuddles and loads of softness against self doubting

A/N: to my @cazzyimagines you inspired me to write, you introduced me to this dazzling word of words and I won't ever thank you enough. All my best wishes go to you <3

The translation of the polish song is not mine, but once I read it I had to make it part of the story.

It has been weeks.

Your first reaction to the news of Andrea being accepted to the London Philharmonic as first violin was a dream come true.

Happy kisses and celebrations, special dinners and late night cuddles were all you two could think about.

Then it slowly downed on you as the papers came in, as you moved bank accounts and begun packing up books and decors of the house.

You were out there about to change your life.

Out there ready to leave your place, the things you have always known and the safe zone that always welcomed you.

It wasn't only Andrea big opportunity, it was also yours, you got quickly a typing job at the university and they would give you a great discount over your future there as a student.

Life was smiling at you and yet you could only feel a sense of loss and terror downing onto your shoulders day after day, like a sort of guillotine of fate, unstoppable and cruel.

It all begun when you wanted to bake to relax last Monday, then you realised you already packed and sent to London all of your baking stuff.

Then again, you wanted to re read one of your comfort books but you didn't remember in which box full of books it was.

All small moments, small incidents, small things that you were missing day after day. You felt in a nowhere zone and the next move seemed only bigger and scarier.

Andrea was also going back and forth to London, picking up a place to stay and signing papers, going to the rehearsals.

He said many times you could stay there, but you knew perfectly it would mean to see him rarely and live apart most of the week, beside not helping your career neither.

If you acted reasonably onto it you'd surely knew the pros were more than the cons, that it was a complete win/win situation.

And yet, again, you couldn't help it but feel disoriented and lost, alone in a house that didn't feel like a home anymore and ready to depart somewhere exciting and scary like the big city of London.

All those thoughts and many more were surrounding you as you sat on your bed trying to decide which duvets and covers had to leave first and what clothes to keep and send later. Seasonal thinking was the answer, but you just stared at your cardigan close to your light linen dress like they had to go together.

A soft knock at the window making your head raise abruptly up as Andrea was there wearing his thick wool suit and waved at you, his violin case over his shoulder as his smiled died out a bit seeing your sad expression.

He observed you as you smiled happy to see him back, the house and your thoughts becoming so big when you were alone, bigger than giants in children’s books.

His dark eyes gently caressing your figure as he closed them to lean a kiss over he clear surface of the window.

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his antics.

You stood up opening the shutters as he blinked a bit surprised, a gaze full of love directed onto you made you feel silly to be so worried, but at the same time alive.

"Good evening, my Juliet"

You chuckled as you leaned half of your body out to reach him for a kiss.

"It is so beautiful to have you back" you confessed on his lips making him smile fondly.

He stared at you and for a moment you felt like he got you, like he could see through you and know what a mess of feelings and insecurities you were.

You pulled back going to open the front door to him as he did the same moving there holding onto the small suitcase that kept going back and forth with him through London.

"Where have you slept these nights?" you asked as soon as you opened the door to him.

"With the trombone guy, he snores as much as his instrument" he said as he dropped his bag inside and then delicately put the violin case on top of it.

"I missed you every second" he said taking your hands in his hand kissing your knuckles.

But you felt stiff, your worry more visible than you thought as he just felt how worried and tensed you were.

He looked up noticing like the whole living room was empty and the kitchen sported the bare minimum.

"You are doing an amazing job" he said but you discarded the compliment pretty quickly just bowing your head on side and raising your shoulders.

You felt like you weren't doing anything special.

"Y/N" he murmured softly as you pulled away "Let's make up something to eat" you said as you tried t change topic.

But he stared at you still, he sighed softly as he followed you taking off his jacket and leaning against the kitchen counter.

He was staring, you knew it.

He wasn't still fond of his own english and sometimes he resumed back to that silence that pervaded the beginning of your love story. The way he looked at you and it was like telepathy, you felt his feelings run through you and under your skin.

You picked up some bread to prepare some quick sandwiches for the two of you, the moving company will come tomorrow and you still felt like you were living in chaos and nothing was ready to go.

You looked up, his eyes still on you.

"You know that you don't have to" he said as he always told you "I can say no, I need you, I don't need that place, the wold is full of Orchestras and I can keep teaching violin and piano to kids” he assured to you for the hundredth time.

You knew that phrase by memory by now and you couldn’t imagine him wasting his talent going around town day by day on his bike to teach the same four Mozart pieces to kids.

"Andrea, it is your big shot. I-"

“Nobody is going to shoot me"

You chuckled softly at his words "It means it is your important occasion"

"oh" he said blushing a bit as he looked at you biting the inside of his cheek feeling a bit silly but at least he made you smile.

"Why don't we let the moving company get hold of the rest and we just go to London?"

You looked at him puzzled as the nervousness took over you.

"There's still a lot to pack" you said "also I.."

He interrupted you taking your hands away from the bread you were just crushing.

"Listen" he said taking in a big breath "my home is you. Since I arrived here in England, you're the one that made me feel home and whole. I am in no need to have a country to go back to, I need you"

You gulped down surprised by his words as he was opening up to you and really putting out some effort not just throwing reassuring words in the air.

"I am sorry" you begun and he swore his heart skipped a beat because it sounded really bad "I just, I don't want to ruin everything"

"The big shot?" the asked showing you he learned the words

"Yes, I mean, all I wanted was to be happy and we have so many opportunities in London, the both of us, but what if I fail that job? Or I can't make it at university or just anything happens and you'll be there in that big theatre and ..."

You felt the tears pickle your eyes as the real reason that was unknown to you just a second before came out of your lips.

"I am just a country girl"

He looked at you, his head titling on side as he kissed your cheek making the tears gathered in your eyes roll down

"My country girl"

He corrected you.

"I love you Y/N, I need you the way that you're, I need our life to be the same, no matter the city. I told you, you're the only place that I need and I love you because you're you. Because you love to make certain teas at certain hours or because you come home with adopted kittens every night or because you do our bread at home and always ask me to check if it is salty enough. I love your creativity, the way you see inspiration and potential in things, even broken things like me when I arrived here. I love how your mind is made of poetry and the way you write is a song, I know you think that your writings are silly I only see them as the most amazing reality I wish I could live in if I didn’t have the chance to keep you by my side. You’re talent made human and a flower at heart. I hope you could see it as clear as I do, I wish I could gift you a day with my eyes to witness it yourself, but let me at least gift you my heart for another day and I promise not even London is big enough or rich enough to equal the way that I love you”

You watched him frown a little and you could tell he was getting himself emotional, in those times it was still hard for men to open up plus the language barrier and his natural sensitive and sometimes easy going nature, to make a serious point was really hard on him.

“I love us, I love to be a country man with my country girl”

He smiled warmly at you as he pressed his forehead against yours “my darling you taught English to an egg head like me, you make everywhere we go home, you are more than capable to do work and university and sustain all those boring talks of the piano guy about techniques of playing without making him look like a patronising dick”

You frowned lightly at him pulling slightly back “That trombone guy is teaching you bad words, I see”

He smiled with a soft chuckle but you were desperately trying to hold back tears as his heart really felt like being poured into your hands “See? I need you or I’ll be the most potty mouthed violinist in the history of London Philharmonic”

“Then I really have to come”

“Please do”

You looked at him as a soft sigh left your lips, his eyes onto again, they actually never left you but you couldn’t help but keep noticing how it always felt brand new, how his feelings shredded only to grow stronger after every second.

“Well, my typewriter is already packed so”

He chuckled softly, he calls your typewriter ‘the lover’ just like you do with the violin, those are the only things that can keep you far from each other.

He smiled as he went down onto his one knee, doing so he left your hand as he begun searching into his pockets inside and outside of his jacket until he pulled out a key with a little keyring with a metal flower. “Y/N Y/L/N would you give me the honour to share an humble country life in the noisy London? To entertain at dinner boring people and eat in front of the fire on winter nights? To read me your short stories and listen to my violin compositions? To make me the luckiest man once again in my life?”

You chuckled as you blushed deeply hating how cheesy he must be but also how dazzlingly cute.

“Of course I do silly”

“I am Silly” he said happily like that was such a cute nickname.

That was just him, he always pulled a smile out of you, he always showed you your brightest side, your amazing skills, your potential while you downed yourself.

You picked the key but as you pulled he didn’t let go.

He was the one pulling you down as he kissed you slowly again, his lips warm and welcoming as he always smiled while kissing you like the happiness you give him was impossible to restrain. You always put yourself to doubt, he never doubted you.

As he parted the kiss he stood up again.

A moment of silence as you wanted to apologise to him, for doubting him, doubting your choices and chances.

It was hard to go through the unknown but you forgot you weren’t alone to face it.

He hummed softly as you recognised the song he played to the first time at the party that brought you together.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he kept humming, his arm wrapping around your waist as the other was still joined to yours by the key.

He swayed you slowly in the empty shell of the house that first welcomed your love, suddenly the end felt far away from you, there was only hope and brightness. Yes, it was sad to leave, but you were moving forward, you were loving more than you ever loved in your life, you were nurturing a future that was real and it was with the man you loved.

A man that, you realised it now like it was the first time, saw in you more than anyone could ever see. A new chapter ahead felt now like the promise of a new land, a wild discovery, an unhinged future.

As happiness settled once again in your heart, Andrea’s lips neared your ear revealing to you the song had also a lyric:

“Dajcie, dajcie na bursztyny, żeby miała ładne syny,

Dajcie, dajcie na paciórki, żeby miała ładne córki,

Graj muzyka, będziesz w niebie, a skrzypeczki koło ciebie,

Muzykanty boże dzieci, niech im jasna gwiazdka świeci” *

*Give, give money for ambers so that she will have pretty sons, Give, give me money for beads so that she will have pretty daughters. Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Musicians, children of God, let the bright star shine them.

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