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ghost-proofbaby · 3 years

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winter’s first snow (gordon merkel x reader)

“i watch your face light up,

shades and emotions

that i’m not familiar with.

and for the first time,

in a long time,

i ache to see the snow.”

pairing: gordon merkel x reader

word count: 875

warnings: none

request: “merkel + snow but it’s in december” by Anon!! (thank you for the prompt ideas, those are always welcome!! :-) ) Also loosely based off a poem I wrote that I included a stanza of above so that’s fun

this is my first time ever writing for Merkel so uh, feedback is very much appreciated!! I also don’t speak much German so if the few phrases I used aren’t correct please please please tell me. this is also deliberately short, just trying to ease myself into writing on here. hope if you read, you do enjoy!!! (also feel free to send in any winter/holiday prompt ideas you’d want to see)

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Snow never phased Merkel.

He was so used to it, having seen an abundance of it in Germany, that it was an afterthought. The crunch of it beneath his shoes, the chill that turned his cheeks rosy, the shade of almost-grey the sky would turn - it was all background noise to him. Sometimes it was even just a nuisance. He wasn’t a fan of the cold, just numb to it all.

Until he saw it from your point of view.

It took him by surprise. The moment had crept up on him slowly, waiting until the perfect timing. One night when you were both on a rooftop, looking out across the city, the snow had started to fall with little warning. Your shoulder was pressed to his, layers of coats and blankets in between, but he could still feel the moment your shivering paused and your breath suddenly halted. He didn’t understand your sudden stillness at first.

And then he made the mistake of turning to look at you.

You were in awe. You resembled a child on Christmas morning, eyes shining as you watched the snow gather on the ledge in front of you, lips fighting the losing battle to one of the most gentle smiles he’d seen grace your face yet. Your cheeks were all pink and warm, lashes fluttering as you tilted your head back and let a crystal land on the tip of your nose.

“What, have you never seen snow before?” he tried to tease you gently to rid himself of the feelings for you that had begun to warm his chest, but it hadn’t even phased you.

Instead, you simply tilted your head and looked at him, finally embracing the oversized grin on your face as you bantered, “Have you?”

It was his turn to hold his breath. Your hair fell into place so softly, your arms stretched out behind you to keep your propped up beside him. Your entire body had relaxed as your eyes still flickered about the air to slowly take in the weather. He tried to take you in slowly, but he never stood a chance. Suddenly, he was on fire. It was below freezing outside, but he was sure his fingertips could turn everything they touched to ash in that moment. The flame crept up on him, just like the moment had, licking its way up the left side of his body and back down the right side. He swore you could see the smoke signals emitting from him. He just couldn’t get over the look on your face and how you’d flipped your internal switch with such ease, suddenly embarrassing the very cold you’d spent a better half of the evening battling against.

“To answer your question, yes, I have seen snow before. Probably not as much as you have but...it’s familiar enough,” you said, snapping him back to reality. His chest heaved once more, returning to normal rhythm as you looked at him with pure amusement, “Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t find it beautiful.”

All he could see in that moment was those eyes, big and glossy and hopeful. He could feel himself staring into them for a moment too long.

He barely noticed when he’d whispered, “Du hast wunderschöne Augen.”

It took you by surprise. Your eyes widened even more (if that were possible) and you sat up suddenly. For a moment, he prayed you’d forgotten all the German lessons he’d given to you.

“Is that so?” you challenged, popping his bubble of hope with ease.

He envied you. He envied the ease you carried as you set him ablaze, cursing him with feelings he’d avoided his entire life.

Between the stray lash that had fallen onto your cheek and the way your nose had turned a shade of pink to match your cheeks perfectly, Merkel questioned where he fell in your universe. He questioned if you felt the fire too. And if you did, was it just his residual heat that you were feeling? Or did you burn as well?

You pressed yourself forward. He could see the flames reflected in your eyes. It contrasted the snowfall behind you, the flakes getting caught in your hair.

“Merkel,” you said in a stern tone, face growing more concerned as he sat there unresponsive.

He could barely hum in response as he watched a snowflake drift down and land on your cupid’s bow, taking note of how your lips were growing chapped from the cold.

“Can you hear me, you idiot?”

These words finally break his trance. “I am not an idiot.”

“Yes, you are,” you throw your head back in laughter as he pouts gently, turning himself so your shoulders press together again. You’re almost back in the position you were originally when the snow first began. The only difference was the fire Merkel felt now, far warmer than he was before.

“Hey, Merkel?” you asked, turning your head to admire his frozen cheeks.

Did you feel the residual heat?

“Yeah?”

Did you burn too?

“Küss mich.”

And he did. Turning you both to ash on a rooftop in Berlin, in the middle of a December snowstorm, he kissed you and let the flames warm you both.

(German phrases used are “You have beautiful eyes.” and “kiss me” :-) )

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jackandjackiekennedylover · 3 years

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Pregnant

Gordon Merkel x Reader

Imagine you finding out that you are pregnant and scared to tell Merkel since he had always said that he doesn't want kids .

Shit, You said as you look down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand .

What am I going to tell Merkel, You thought.

Merkel had always told you that he doesn't want kids at all. Here you are holding a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

You are scared out of your mind. You were most scared of how Merkel is going to react to this.

Y/n. I'm home, Merkel said.

I'm in the bedroom, You called.

When Merkel had walked into your guy's bedroom. You were sitting on the bed and looking a little nervous.

Hey. What wrong, Merkel asked?

I need to tell you something? I'm scared of how you will react to this, You said as you look into his green eyes .

What is it, Merkel said .

I'm pregnant Merkel. I'm so sorry, You said as you cover your face.

Merkel just looks at you with a shocked look.

Ik that I said in the past that I don't want kids. But I want to keep the baby and I can't believe that I am going to be a father, Merkel said .

You aren't mad that I'm pregnant, You said.

No. I'm happy that you are pregnant, Merkel said.

Who are you and what have you done with Merkel, You said with a smile.

Merkel gave you a smirk.

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shenevertricks1831 · 4 years

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Gordon Merkel X Spy

Another thing I love the idea of is Merkel with a female spy; whether they’re an ally, an enemy, someone in training..I don’t care, doesn’t matter. I may or may not be in the very early stages of a Merkel X Spy story...

Requests are open!

Some babes who might like... @emmyrosee @ill-skillsgard @jj-lynn21 @jocelynscloset @duncansshephard @billofourtime @hecohansen31 @bae-roman @dreamtherapy @simple-skarsgard @lihikainanea

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billskarsgardximagine · 5 years

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Merkel in front of you as he has a gun pointed at you as you have one pointed back at him.

Both of you didn’t say a word. Just looking into each other’s eyes more like glaring.

“So this is the real you huh?” He finally said after a long time of silence yet you weren’t able to say anything.

“Was everything a lie to you? Our time together? Everything?!” He immediately shouted, feeling frustrated that a spy from his enemy was the woman whom he fell in love with.

Before you could say anything, he suddenly threw the gun to the ground as he walked towards you, grabbing your face and smashed his lips against yours which made you drop the gun and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He pushed you against the wall, making the kiss even more passionate.

“I don’t care what you are or whom you work with. I want you.”

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romangodfreyownsmyass · 3 years

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Dating headcannons: Merkel

The whole reason you even met was because you knew he was the best person to go to for fake IDs, and you needed one for yourself.

You met again after bumping into each other at one of East Berlin’s notorious underground parties. He calls you by the fake name on the ID before asking for your real name.

When you had your first kiss, you were at Merkel’s special spot: the rooftop of some building downtown where he keeps chairs, blankets, cigarettes and a radio. He slips in a Rolling Stones cassette, watching the way your face tilts up to look at the stars, until he can’t help himself anymore and pulls you closer to him.

When the heat goes out in the shitty apartment you share, Merkel wraps you in his heavy fur coat to make sure you stay warm.

When giving Merkel the side shave haircut he’s wanted for so long, it takes everything in him to sit still and not focus on how close your lips are to his neck

You’re favorite thing to do on dates is go to fancy restaurants and fake proposals to get free food

When Merkel comes back from missions, you practically have to force him to sit down and let you take care of him while he keeps insisting he’s fine

Sometimes he’ll let you listen as he stums away at his guitar, singing softly to some of the lyrics. He thinks his singing voice is terrible, but you love listening to it.

He tries to teach you some phrases is German, and can’t help but laugh when you completely butcher the words

You can always tell when Merkel gets home before you by the sound of David Bowie songs blasting from inside the apartment

Showering together is all fun and games until the hot water runs out after just ten minutes

Him trying to teach you some self defense skills may or may not always turn into a make out session

He likes to watch you fall asleep as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. You both end up moving closer to each other while you sleep to keep warm

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skarsgard-daydreams · 3 years

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"Pfeffernüsse"

Note: This is for @scxrsgxrd :)

Warnings: sexual implications, 18+

You come home from work a few days before Christmas and find Merkel in the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist carefully taking a sheet of little rounded cookies out of the oven. The whole apartment is filled with aromatic spices and the scent of black peppercorns and molasses. You can't think of another cookie that smells so much like Merkel as Pfeffernüsse. He sets the tray on the stovetop and turns off the oven, retrieving a spatula to transfer the cookies to a wire rack to cool. You walk into the kitchen and rise up on your toes to kiss his cheek while you try to sneakily grab one of the cookies. "You never told me you could bake," you say. Merkel wraps his arm around your waist and chuckles softly, swatting your hand away from the cookies with his spatula. "This is the only thing I can bake," he says. "Well, this and Rumkugeln." You pepper his jaw with kisses and ask in a voice sweet like honey, "Can I have one, Mausebär?" He finishes transferring the cookies and looks at you as though he's giving it consideration. "Not yet," he says. "I still have to ice them."

You're tempted to pout, but he turns to you and frames your face with his large hands, tilting it up and leaning down to capture your mouth in a slow sensual kiss that makes you momentarily forget about the cookies. You grab onto his shirt to keep yourself steady as your knees weaken. Merkel gently pushes you back until your hips are flush with the counter and then lifts you up, setting you on top of it. His stubble tickles your throat as he trails kisses down to where his fingers are unbuttoning your shirt. You drape your legs around his hips and press your palms against the counter while he tugs your shirt open and kisses the curve of your breasts. "You're trying to distract me," you mumble, acutely aware of the cookies that are cooling right beside you. Merkel presses his hands down over yours before you can reach for one. He sucks lightly on one of your nipples, making a gasp escape your lips and a tremor run through your body down to your center. "Would you rather not be distracted?" he asks, continuing to kiss your chest as a warm feeling spreads across your flesh. "N-no," you stammer. Smirking, Merkel shifts to your other breast and sucks a little harder. This time, you whimper softly. "Are you going to behave?" he asks, his playful gaze flickering back up to your face. "Yes," you say breathlessly.

He lets go of your hands and reaches for one of the cookies, holding it up in front of your face. You can smell the spices wafting in the air as you give Merkel a questioning look. "Then I suppose you can have a taste," he says. There is something surprisingly indulgent in his expression. He raises the cookie to your lips and watches your face while you take a bite out of it. The cookie is sweet and warm and spicy, with a slight crunch to it. It tastes like Christmas, even before it's been glazed with melted chocolate or powdered sugar. You hum contentedly as he feeds you another bite. "I never knew you had such a sweet tooth," Merkel teases.

You trail your hands over his shoulders and coax him down so you can kiss him again. "Some spy you are," you murmur against his lips, knowing it will rile him. Merkel gives a small growl and nips at your lower lip with his teeth. A second later, you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and hauls you out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron dusted in flour. "You're in trouble now," he says, whipping the back of your thighs with the spatula. You gasp and try to squirm out of his grip, but you also giggle. "Is that a promise?" you ask as he wraps his arm firmly around your thighs. “With you, Mausi, it’s an inevitability,” he says. “Mm, good thing you’re here to keep me in line,” you purr.

#I like holiday Merkel #he's like vacation Merkel #but festive #Merkel #Gordon Merkel #drabble #Merkel x Reader

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jocelynscloset · 4 years

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Would you do a little something of telling Bill's characters your pregnant? Hope tonight's better than last night!

I chose to do it for 5 of the 7 characters I write of Bill’s because that’s a lot lol. I hope I got your favorites, at least.

Bill: Bill would be ecstatic. He has always wanted a giant family with you, and the fact that you’re telling him that it’s either starting or getting a new addition is the best thing he could ask for. He loves you so much, and when you’re pregnant he has an excuse to constantly dote on you and spend all his time with you, and the fact that you’re extremely hormonal throughout most of it is also something he looks forward to as soon as you tell him.

Roman: He would be very freaked out at first, incredibly insecure about his own potential for hurting you and now the baby, and he would very quickly reassure you that if you don’t want him to be apart of the picture, he’d respect your decision, even if you were in a committed relationship to begin with. He’s also afraid of what could happen to you since you’re not an Upir and he isn’t sure how that will affect you during the pregnancy, let alone the child itself. However, in time he would come around because it would hit him that no matter what, he’s got you and he knows that you’ll be a good enough mother to make up for any trouble he could possibly cause.

Merkel: He’d be concerned and a bit upset at first. He doesn’t immediately enjoy the idea of being a father, and the fact that he’s in constant danger is also a major factor that makes itself known in his mind. He’d be worried he won’t be able to care for you and provide for the both of you like he knows he should, and he would be scared that his actions would now affect two other people just as much as it does him. He would warm up quickly though. The more you talk to him about it and the more he sees you getting excited about it, the more it would rub off on him, and he’d be back to his privately affectionate and protective self in no time.

Axel: If you were early on into your relationship he would feel a lot of pressure. He knew he wanted to start a family somewhere down the line, but the two of you haven’t gotten far enough to really talk about that or decide you were a forever fit. If you two were fully committed, not even necessarily engaged or married but like, you knew you were gonna be together for the rest of your lives, he would be so excited and fully into the baby thing. He’d stay late at the shop building things for the nursery and he’d stay up late at night while you slept beside him, reading blogs and books about parenting and raising young children and he’d just be super super excited about the future you two had ahead.

Henry Pearl: He’d be stunned for a little while. Not happy or sad or anything; just completely, eerily still as he processed the information. Just as you’d reach to touch his hand or ask him if he was okay, he’d shoot out of his seat and pull you into his arms, embracing you tightly (but gently) and whispering how much he loves you and thanking you over and over again for being the best thing that ever happened to him. After that, he’d stay up all night asking you whatever questions popped into his head and daydreaming out loud about how beautiful she would be and how she’d have your eyes and hair and dainty little hands.

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justalost4girl · 3 years

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" If anything can go wrong, it will."

Good night!! (Here it's still night :p )

A few weeks ago I said I would do a oneshot Lorraine Broughton x F! Reader, but it got too big so I decided to follow the initial idea and turn it into a mini series. I have two chapters written and I'm going to post them here and in Ao3, I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters in total, but I'm not sure yet.

English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!!

warnings: mention of violence, R cursing, forgery of documents (?)

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1989

Berlin, East Side

You feel in your bones, when you wake up, the consequences of last night and think that the famous Murphy's Law decided to test you. On this side of the wall few things go right, but having an order in your head two days after joining STASI's wanted list proves that nothing is so bad it can't get any worse. Courtesy of a dumb customer who messed with the wrong people and thought revealing where you find your customers would be enough information to escape death. The Local Gang (or Angels, as they call themselves) loves to eliminate competition from the market.

Now he's dead and you have to deal with the STASI AND the Local Gang (you refuse to call them Angels).

The local fucking gang that sent a team of idiots to break into your favorite bar and made you run out the back door before meeting a customer who was going to pay well. The local fucking gang who must be pissed that you shot the six dumbest members you've ever had to face in your life. No really fatal shots, but of course that won't matter as they do business with the KGB.

Sometimes you want to ignore the rules you've made for yourself, especially "never kill someone unless it's in defense of yourself or someone you love", but you think killing six agents who don't have the ability to set up an ambush of success would be a great waste of bullets. Now you know you're going to have to leave town soon and you have no idea how to break the news to your brother/partner, how do you honorably abandon a war before it's over?

Damn Murphy's Law

You know you need to sort this out, but you refuse to stay in bed crying over what's already written and decide to leave the wonderful Egyptian linen sheets you got from your favorite client last month to face the world and it's impossible to face the world without a good amount of coffee. After a quick shower with a cup of Blue Mountain in hand, your newest addiction, you sit in a robe in a nice armchair, look out the window at dying Berlin and thank heaven for the comfortable life you've earned by working with one of the greatest smugglers on this side of the wall, perhaps from all over Germany. Some desperate customers offer you valuable items from them in exchange for passports and unlike your idiot “brother”, you don't have a rule about only receiving cash. Almost everything here comes from gifts, from the sofa, pictures, bags, clothes and even some books on your shelf. You don't even remember buying that cup, or the coffee set, for gods' sake.

If he saw you now he'd complain about being soft with customers and say something about how items aren't a bargaining chip in the real world, you'd get into a tiresome discussion about enjoying the finer things in life and how bills don't compare in the importance of yours. silver chain with moon pendant that was once an amulet for more than three generations for a French family.

At the end of the day, Merkel has a large information network and an office that takes up half the block, where she keeps as much money as she has secrets, and you have a house decorated by other people where each object symbolizes someone you've helped.

Four walls don't make a house

The thought takes away some of the almost peace you feel and you decide to finish your coffee before it gets cold.

After a quick glance at the calendar you remember about the march that will take place in Alexanderplatz square and decide to go scream for Germany one last time, hopefully you'll be able to hide long enough to see the fall of the damn wall that divides this country. It's not your country, not really, you don't even like to remember how you got here, but the experiences you gained wouldn't be exchanged for anything, not even for an original Van Gogh. Also, Merkel asked you to go and bring a black umbrella, the reason was not explained and you didn't feel like asking, sometimes you think Gordon Merkel is not his name, but how to judge the man who is your only family in this end of the world? You smile when you remember that he shouldn't have an umbrella with a story as cool as his and decide to piss him off for it.

Your phone rings, and you notice you've lost track of time. Merkel was helping a blonde woman named L, he didn't give you more details other than a few stories about how she was a perfect and dangerous assassin that you should keep your distance, as few people know how to deal with her. You thought he overreacted, but you had to take over some business from him while she was in town. She seemed important considering the way he told you about her and you knew better than to deny help to the person who always supported you and declared himself a brother, you trusted him because not even the best agent in the world could fake so much sincerity and affection in claiming this title for himself.

You reach out, pick up the phone, and decide to answer it. “Hey little sister, how are you out there? I called to say that everything is fine for dinner today, but there was a mishap and the wine ran out, bring the best Bordeaux you have, I'll return the courtesy as soon as possible." A code, of course.

He needs your services ASAP. Wine is a passport, Bordeaux means two elements, courtesy involves a child.

You can combine business with pleasure "Hi brother. I'm looking forward to today, I'll take the best wine I have, don't worry. I already know how you can thank me. I need to clean the house and go to the office first, but I'll be there on time. wait for me." you say in a voice that oozes normalcy, you never know when someone's listening on the phone especially now that you're a fugitive, disgraced customer. Your body sinks into the armchair noticing the oncoming cloud of worry

Merkel now knows you need his help, as cleaning the house means getting away and going to the office shows you're in a hurry.

"Alright, do you want me to send the driver?" He asks like he's not freaking out and offering the bloody job of one of his mercenaries

“No, bro, thanks, I know the way.” You say as if you really have an escape plan besides getting a fake passport, emergency backpack and all the money you can find.

“See you later, don't forget the wine. Are you sure you don't want the driver?" You wonder if he has forgotten that knowing the way literally means everything is fine

“Relax, see you later” It takes a few seconds for him to hang up and you can hear his sigh.

He will be SO pissed.

You put the phone down as you get up to gather the passport forgery materials and put them in a briefcase. Your cookbook is already there along with some banknotes from different countries. As you pick up the black backpack of standard clothes and accessories that always waited for you in the corner of the door, you decide to wear the first jacket you bought, the dark blue jeans, the combat boots you got from a skinhead, the wristwatch you bought. you got for your brother's birthday, thick leather gloves and a thin white shirt that matches the rest of your outfit. After all, if you can die when you open the door, then die well dressed. Be sure to keep the Colt 1911 around your waist and the Russian dagger around your ankle, after yesterday you never know, Your pocket watch with the coat of arms of the Brazilian imperial family indicates that 15 minutes have passed since Merkel's phone call

You take one last look at the house you've been so proud of in recent years, snap a photo with the Polaroid you've won, and, with a bittersweet smile, close the door. One day when the wall comes down, the government changes and your face is forgotten, you can come back here, until then you will have to make do with the photo album you keep in your backpack and this photo.

Putting on your sunglasses, you arrive on the street and decide to take a taxi on the other corner, make sure you look around before leaving your home, no one knows your address, but you can't be sure the local gang is so stupid to the point of not following you after last night.

Getting a taxi was relatively easy. Neil, the driver, thanks to the boots, mistook you for a revolutionary and talked for 10 minutes about how he hoped he could take down the wall with his bare hands, you thought it was cool, but as you passed the big river that was just a few blocks away from the your brother's office, you couldn't hear a word from him.

A sign signaling that the river was closed to visitors made your eyes fill with tears. You used to go there when the day was bad, spread a blanket in a corner and watch the stars, or just laugh at the distinct reflection the water made of the moon and stars. Merkel accompanied you on anniversaries, justifying them as bonding experiences. After some freaks started swimming in the river and executions increased, STASI took over and you replaced the dark water for the restaurant's bright lights. But seeing it tightly closed gave him a feeling of anguish and rancor. You would silently curse the wall builders for the rest of the trip.

Neil seemed to notice but didn't comment on it, you thanked him, wiped your tears and left a good tip as you descended a block away from your final destination. This time you didn't need to look around because even though Merkel was super busy, he made sure to leave some security close to where your landing place was.

A tall man dressed in a red T-shirt approached you and hugged you as if he hadn't seen you in a long time. You've known him since the beginning of last year, when he arrived at Merkel's office begging for a job, and from the first moment the way he turned grief over his brother's death into a thirst for revolution made you admire the young man. The two of you walked through the great gate hand in hand as you asked about his life with genuine interest, and Klaus increasingly believed in Merkel's theory about you having such a pure heart that you didn't care about motivation or the number of lives they took, your explanation of the judgment not being your responsibility, crossed the man's head before he escorted you to the main office.

You thanked him with a smile, opened the door and stood in front of the table in the windowless room, where your brother was already waiting for you.

"What the hell happened? Are you okay? I was about to send J to get you, please tell me what happened"—he said hurriedly as he got up and pointed at the couch for you to sit on. J was one of the most dangerous women in the building and you were grateful for not wasting her time.

Putting your backpack and umbrella aside, you answered:

"I'll explain later, little brother, now let me help you. You need passports urgently, don't you?" Yes, you were stalling and postponing the conversation. He'd call you an idiot for going out on the street right after you got on the wanted list, and he'd feel guilty when he found out why you didn't tell him. Merkel wasn't going to understand that her fear of failing him was no one's fault but yourself.

Your sentence seemed to give him some responsibility back, but still, as he held out a glass of water for you, his eyes met yours with a glint that warned that this conversation was far from over.

"Yeah, I really do, but don't think I'm going to forget about it. Let's talk when this is all over. Even if it's the last thing I do today."

You accepted the glass with a bit of trepidation and stood up towards the large center table while opening the briefcase with the supplies you were going to need, if Merkel noticed the bills he didn't say anything. Once at the table, you made two passports for mother and daughter in record time. According to the clock, 10 minutes passed, faster than a car, this deserves a celebration. It would have been six if Merkel hadn't been so curious to make you waste time pulling your watch out of your pocket just for him to analyze.

Everything was going well and there was only one last detail for mother and daughter to be taken by one Percival to the other side of the wall. Percival, according to Merkel, was strange and fickle. Unreliable and extremely dangerous, you should also keep your distance from him, as this man had crucial contacts on both sides of the wall.

"He must have fewer contacts than you", you would answer

If a loud noise didn't break the silence

The annoying noise of the door creaking made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you almost missed the last signature, it made your body vibrate with irritation and your eyes follow to the offensive source of the sound. A tall man with short hair and blue eyes was holding the doorknob with a military posture and before you could release your anger and explain something about how people shouldn't be violent inside Merkel's office you noticed he was accompanied by a woman.

AND WHAT A WOMAN!

Your eyes connected to a pair of fierce, intent green eyes, surrounded by a pale skin tone and hair so blond it looked like snow. The barely perceptible frown showed she was surprised to find someone other than Merkel there, yet she looked ready for a battle. You looked into her eyes again and nodded in acknowledgment, this must be L, the woman he was talking about.

She looked at you suspiciously, but also as if she could see into your soul, and what must have been frightening, you found endearing. A few stories of murders orchestrated by her crossed your mind, but all you could imagine is how beautiful she must be when she's mad.

They say green eyes darken when we're high on adrenaline, does that happen to her?

Her analysis of the intriguing blonde ends when she notices that the man accompanying her has raised his voice and from his furious expression, it's not the first time he's repeated the question. You interrupt him before you hear him and make sure to direct the ghost of anger before him:

"Have you lost your mind? Who walks into the office without knocking? Surely you should be here asking about passports, but if it weren't for my experience and steady hands, they would be in the trash by now. Learn to be civilized. You're under two paws not four, so act human and not animal" you say in an explosive but articulate tone to make sure he understands what you say. Sometimes when you speak fast, you are betrayed by faulty diction. Not today. Today you want this man to feel every fiber of irritation that went through his body.

Hearing Merkel holding a nervous laugh, you try to relax, but judging by the cold, almost murderous look of the man in the doorway, you've definitely gotten yourself in trouble. Looking at the organized clothes, you notice it's an old police uniform, probably taken by your brother, and unless Merkel has hired new employees, you've never seen it around here. His eyes snap back to his and something inside you warns that this must be Percival. He probably wants to kill you.

Damn Murphy's Law

A brief silence settles in the room and you shake off the fear and turn away, refusing to play the glaring game with a man who almost spoils your art. On other days you might look at him at a party, but today you want to make him swallow the ink on the stamp in his hands and invite the blonde to dinner

And it's her voice that breaks the silence.

You're flipping through the two passports for failures when she says

"Sorry, miss. My friend is an unprecedented idiot. Shall I close the door and knock again? Perhaps your highness too--"

You turn her body towards her when you hear the slightest hint of irony in her tone and interrupt her with a fake smile as you look into her eyes.

"It's not necessary, I accept your apology, Miss. I always said that Merkel should have someone armed at the door to remind everyone of the need to knock on the door. Anyone who didn't knock would lose his mind as the law of my reign says. Perhaps I should start. for him, since the top head is the last thing he wears lately" you joke look at Merkel who doesn't seem offended by the statement, shrugging you look at those blue eyes again and say "the passports are ready. Let's get out of here."

You close the passports, reach for your backpack and umbrella and start moving towards the door, both agents let you lead the way and judging by the blonde's expression, she's not used to being interrupted, nor is she used to seeing someone talking like that with Merkel, but today it was acceptable. You really think she's adorable, but you know better than to let someone make fun of you, especially in front of your brother who wouldn't let you forget about it. Either she doesn't care, or she's a great actress. Anyway, that idiot is still by her side and you refuse to be the reason for his possible laugh.

Her friend probably didn't have the same acting classes and his resemblance to the local gang members, like he's going to kill you in the blink of an eye in a cowardly way, is almost frightening. If Merkel hadn't said L is a woman, you'd be scared. It makes you shiver a little and look for Merkel, but he's not following you. Looking over his shoulder you see him putting a few more piles of dollars and euros into your briefcase. With a snap of your fingers you get his attention and before you walk out the door, you hear the briefcase click closing.

Once out of the room, you look around and realize that nothing has really changed, all faces are familiar, except for three people: a couple talking to a child. After a brief analysis you find yourself facing the passport clients, mother and daughter. The man doesn't look older than 60 and has kind eyes, almost as if he doesn't live on this side of the wall.

They don't seem to notice you

Your observation is interrupted by Merkel's loud, proud voice, right behind you. Here it comes

"This is Elizabeth Loyd and Percival, two trusted clients. Elizabeth and Percival, this is my little sister, she will be on the march today, if you need anything in the future you can talk to her."

Hearing her name, you notice that Merkel really wasn't creative at all. Who would use the initial letter of a surname as a symbol? Anyone who heard the stories about L and met a loyde who knows a Merkel would make the connection. As you turn around, you swallow your nervousness and try to put on your best smile as you say your name to them. The blonde woman who finally has a name, Elizabeth, leans closer, her eyes never leaving yours, and you wonder if she can feel the jumble of emotions that is unraveling inside you.

She smiles a smile that makes you sure she does and reaches out and greets you with a firm grip, if she noticed the sweat on your hands, she didn't let on. She also looks a little more comfortable.

Maybe because she noticed you said her real name, idiot.

You hate yourself for one second and the next you want to be without gloves because it feels soft and warm.

The man, Percival, comes next and looks at you suspiciously and the smile fades from your face, you wonder if no one else can smell the strong smell he gives off, a smell of cheap whiskey and arrogance. Still, he holds out his hand and this time you thank the gods for the gloves. Make sure you don't bow your head or fail in your posture. He still looks at you like you killed his son. Useless even to pretend, for God's sake.

Merkel watches the exchange from afar and nods to Elizabeth, she responds and Percival walks away looking uneasy. You look around uncomprehendingly, feel a little left out, and wonder which computer must have Tetris installed.

You would kill for a distraction right now.

Going out on the street in a crowded march while being chased by two groups still makes you sick.

Your brother approaches and extends his hands around you. You've missed him for the past few weeks. He still wears the perfume you gave him for his birthday and it makes you sink deeper into the hug. You know he's going to be mad when he finds out what happened so you enjoy as much affection as you can

"Little sister, in addition to our conversation I need to tell you something" his voice is low in tone and you doubt you would understand the words if you weren't so close to him "but I can't do that until the march is over. Meet me at usual table at the restaurant where we celebrate our achievements, It's very important"

His even low voice is charged with strong emotion and you are genuinely worried, Merkel has never been like this before.

"I'll do it, brother, I promise. Whatever it is, we can work it out together" you say with all the certainty you can muster in your voice, because you need him to understand that this is true.

You feel eyes on you and as you look up you notice that Elizabeth keeps an eye on your exchange with Merkel while talking to the little girl's father, from the distance she probably can't understand anything and you don't know if she celebrates or cares with so much attention received. A little further away is a Percival who pretends to be busy with the coat he's wearing. He also pays attention to your exchange, but his talent for discretion is as effective as his ability to open doors.

Your eyes return to the concentrated blue eyes that are in front of you and Merkel speaks in an almost inaudible way:

"When I whistle, I need you to raise your open umbrella and stay alert. The three people we're going to cross are very important, nothing can go wrong. But if it does, I'll be at the restaurant, whatever happens find me there."

Noticing the proximity of Percival and Elizabeth, you place your hand on your brother's shoulder and smile as you speak a little louder:

"Don't worry man, it's always a pleasure to help you. I'll leave my briefcase here, then meet you to get it. Good march."

Merkel shows that she understands his strange move and smiles, you greet some friends of his that you haven't seen in a while and as you head towards the exit, you meet a pair of deep green eyes. Elizabeth is gleaming in the cold lights that are refracted by the mosaic of the gate, she looks into your eyes, ever alert, looks at the object in your hands and nods her head with a half smile, do you think the guard's idea black rain was hers.

As you wave back, you can feel that a pair of eyes haven't left your back since the moment of your brother's embrace, as the old man is saying goodbye to the family, you know who they belong to and decide not to look for them. If the STASI, KGB or local gang find you, he doesn't own the pair of eyes you want to remember before you die.

Taking a deep breath, you walk through the gate and blend into the crowd.

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After leaving Merkel's office block, you take a hat out of your backpack and wear your sunglasses as you look around, not that a local gang member is here but because if he sees you in disguise he will ask a series of questions and he has enough problems already, plus STASI must be monitoring this area and the last thing you want is to be arrested. You decide to tuck your coat into your backpack to change your look, and while internally debating your ability to ignore the cold, your eyes catch the almost snowy blond hair in the crowd.

This signals that they are already on the march and you decide to get a little closer to them, but make sure you do this without drawing attention to yourself since the nasty man is still there. Elizabeth is on your diagonal absorbing all the extraneous details that might be a possible threat, she seems so focused on the job of passing the owner's gentle eyes in a safe way that it makes you wonder how important he is and if she's noticed you.

A few meters later a familiar noise floats through the march and you open the umbrella almost instantly, as do other protesters.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Percival taking the man's family across and sometime later Elizabeth does the same. You notice that her posture has changed and when she decides to stop for a better look, the crowd drags her and you can no longer locate her.

Her feet continue forward and as some signs are raised by the protesters, you try to find your brother. Unsuccessfully. You decide to trust their ability and hope that you can meet him again at the restaurant.

You also want Elizabeth to be okay.

Continuing on the march, after two or three long blocks you notice the familiar silhouette of one of the STASI bosses, he is watching the crowd as if looking for someone, but he doesn't seem to notice you. You notice observers on top of buildings and decide to leave the streets. Whether it's the Local Gang, KGB or STASI itself you don't know and decide you don't want to know.

Your brain tries to design routes to escape and your body mimics the movements of the closest protesters so as not to draw attention to you, but when some agents in black point in your direction and make space in the crowd, you run between people to seek shelter in somewhere you know and at every step you are sure that the day will be worse than you thought.

Damn Murphy's Law

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Rainy Day-Edward Nashton x Reader (The Batman 2022)

Summary: The GCPD are out looking for a dangerous criminal who only leaves clues. On one rainy restless night, you encounter a quiet man sitting by himself in a diner.

(A/N: DC Fandome was today and we got a second The Batman trailer! So, like last year I wrote a little something based on the trailer. This is a Riddler one so I'll be writing on Batman next.)

"(Y/N)! Where the hell have you been?!" One of the many cops in the police department asked the second I stepped into the building. I was tired and worn out from today's job.

I opened my mouth to respond but the cop beat me to it, "Whatever. You're here and that's important. The killer is still on the loose and I'm afraid we found some sort of clue. Gordon is out in the back with the boss."

The officer handed me a bunch of files and told me to get my job done. I tiredly went over to my desk and sat down, "Let's see what's going on here."

I grabbed one of the many filed and opened it to see a gruesome scene. "Pretty gross, huh?" A voice said next to me, I looked up and saw one of the few officers I've started to get along with, he was sitting on my desk with his arms crossed.

"Thought you were on duty, officer Merkel." I tease and closed the file to see him.

The man smirked and reached over to grab the file from my hand. "I told you to call me Stanley, (Y/N)."

Stanley looked through the picture and I saw his face didn't change to disgust. "Interesting, isn't it?"

"I thought you couldn't handle these types of things?"

"I'm a cop remember? I'm sorta used to seeing murder but this is different." I stood up to stand next to him and saw him pointing at a couple of things near the body.

"This is no ordinary murder that's for sure." I agree and smirk. "This whole thing is taking a toll on me, would you like to grab some coffee after this is over?"

I hummed and furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Stanley looking a bit awkward. "I-I mean it's okay if we're too busy. I can handle rejection well!" He joked which made me chuckle.

"That would be nice, but maybe some other time okay? All I want to do tonight is get some sleep." Stanley smiled a big and nodded his head.

"Great! Yeah, sure I'll wait whenever you're ready-"

"Is everything alright here?" We both stopped talking and looked at the other man's voice. "Liuetenant Gordon."

The tired man came between us and I could tell how tired he also was because of all of this. "How are you two holding up?"

"Merkel! I need you to come with me." One of the many officers shouted. Stanley excused himself and ran off.

Gordon saw the files in my hand and grabbed them from me and gave me sympathetic smile. "You're exhausted, (Y/N). You should go home and rest up early. If you hear anything about the murders, you know what to do."

I look at James's face and slowly nodded my head. "O-Of course."

"Good, I'll let them know you went off early." With that James left me to be alone and gather my things to go home. And that I did.

***********

It was about seven when I got to my small apartment, it didn't have much just the necessary things to live. I looked over and realized I must've left my laptop on by mistake, I walked over and shut it.

I sigh and began to pick up the bunch of clothes laying on the floor, which I didn't remember leaving. As quickly as I could I picked them up and threw them in the couch and went over to get rid of my uniform.

Despite getting off early then I normally would, I knew I wouldn't be able to get some sleep tonight. I turned around in my bed and frowned to myself, he must be working again. I better walk around and find something to eat.

The weather was getting a bit colder so I dressed myself up warmly and grabbed the umbrella near my front door and began to walk down the dim streets.

**********

Due to the stormy weather some places were closed off early, so I had no choice but to go to the lighted up diner that wasn't far off from where I was standing.

I hurriedly crossed the streets and pushed the door open and placed the wet umbrella by the door and tried to get rid of the drops of water on my coat. Weird, it seems like this place is empty.

I saw someone sitting up ahead the man had light brown hair with large glasses and of course a warm coat. I remained silent and decided to take a seat next to the person.

Seems like we're the only crazy ones to be out in a weather like this.

A man emerged from the back of the counter and gave me a warm smile. "What would you like for tonight?"

I return the smile and didn't feel very hungry after having almost a whole box of donuts back at the department. "I'll have whatever you have warm at the moment."

"Coffee it is then." The man chirped and started walking away.

I sit up straighter and realized how awkward things were getting. The finer was almost completely silent. I try to take a good look at the quiet man sitting next to me. "Here ya go." The waiter came up with my hot beverage and went back into the kitchen.

It's a dark and rainy night, he knows this will be a slow night for him. I look around the diner and indeed see that no one else is here. I let out a deep breath I was holding in and took the warm cup in my hands and I nervously tapped my finger against the cup.

"They're coming for you Ed." I tell him and nervously looked back to see his relaxed yet unreadable expression.

"Let them come.." he simply said stirring his cup.

I took a job a while ago at the GCPD to try and locate some people Ed has been trying to find. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to get hurt."

Ed looks at me and quickly looks away before I could properly see his dark eyes, he pushes his glasses back to his face. "Do you trust me or not?" I can sense the annoyance in his voice.

I look down at my cup of coffee and can't help but feel upset and worried over him. God know what the GCPD will do to him or that guy who's been roaming around dressed like a bat.

"You know I'll do anything for you." I remind him of what I said when he first started to do all of this.

I look back over at Ed and see him frowning, and almost glaring at me for a split second. He looks straight ahead and tries to keep himself calm. "Good." Was all I heard him say.

Ed is my boyfriend or friend?..I'm still not sure exactly what we are, he's almost never home at night, and whenever he is, he's always closed off. He refuses to sleep on the same bed as me and occasionally he comes to rest up.

"What you did was dangerous..livestreaming torturing someone?" Ed sighed next to me and I could tell I was making him stress out.

"You know why I did it. Just call up the cops and tell them you found me."

"Ed. I don't want to see you locked up." I reached out to grab his hand but he quickly moved his away and rested both on top of the counter.

"Call them." He ordered me.

"I just..wanted us to spend more time together. You're getting way to obsessed with this Bat guy. You're never home and I miss talking to you, I won't be able to do that with you gone."

I shut my mouth when Ed fully turned to face me. "Nothing will happen to me, (Y/N). I've had this perfectly planned. The police will lose and so will the Batman. Now do as I tell you."

Ed looked back away from me and I had no choice but to do as told. My shaky hands reached over to my phone and I called up Gordon. "James..I think I caught him."

***********

I stepped out of the diner before the cops would see me talking to Ed, and soon enough I saw the bright red and blue lights approaching the building. I no longer cared if I was getting completely drenched from the rain.

"(Y/N)! You okay? He didn't do anything?" Gordon rushed to my side and I shook my head to the sides.

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Where is he?" I pointed inside the diner and James concerned face turned to anger. The both of us along with a few cops ran inside and they pointed their guns at Ed.

"Police! Hands up!"

I watched from afar when they pointed their guns at him. I was shaking and it wasn't because of the cold. Ed seems so calm. I would never be this calm if someone were after me. Ed raised both his hands up to show he wasn't going to attack them.

The cops exchanged looked with each other before they pinned him down on the counter and began to cuff his hands together.

I nervously looked at everything unfold. Ed gave me a quick look before he was dragged outside, I stared down at the floor and jumped when I felt hands on me.

"Great job, (Y/N). How'd you find him?" It was James.

"I-It's a long story." I muttered and looked back outside and saw Ed inside a police car.

"Well, are you coming to the department?" i shook my head to the sides and hugged myself to try and get myself warm.

"I'll pass on this one. I have a few things to solve back home." That wasn't a complete lie. Ed did tell me to send something to the Batman. James eyed me and remained silent as well.

"Alright. We'll see you tomorrow back at the station." James went to talk with the rest of the cops. I quickly grabbed my umbrella back and lifted my hood up to my head.

I looked down at the ground, the rain heavily hitting the pavement. I felt Ed's eyes on me as I walked past him and right before I left the scene, I swear I felt something fly past over me. I stopped to look up and saw a dark silhoutte hiding in the shadows.

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