Warnings: Arranged marriage, threesome, facial, swallowing, slight manipulation, age gap, double penetration, power dynamics, orgasm denial.
It was the summer of 1901, Y/N sat at her bay window doing her usual embroidery as the sun shined in throughout the room and highlighting the undertones of her hair. Below her, a large field with the greenest grass she had ever seen, flowers and various weeds peppered the field and she was content with the quietness of the cottage with the only sounds she could hear being the leaves rustling or occasionally a horse and carriage driving by. For a girl her age and status, she should've been taking care of a husband but Y/N had a quality to her that was was unlikable to most suitors. Y/N was opinionated, talkative and often times would get so wrapped up in conversation about various hobbies that she wouldn't even realize how long she had been speaking about them though with age—and a lot of telling off—she had become shy over the years often only speaking when spoken to.
A soft knock caught her attention. "Yes?" She called out, soon, the door opened and in came her father dressed in his best which was unusual for him as most of the time he was in work clothes. Y/N smiled putting the embroidery down beside her, running up to her father and embracing him.
"Father!" She smiled, she pulled away to look at his jolly face. Mr. Y/L/N adored his daughter more than anything, he had given her the choice not to marry if she didn't want to, but admittedly the noble house of Y/L/N had not been what it once was. Y/N's father worked hard to keep the house going, but unfortunately, it was clear that his daughter would have to go. A fact he was not happy about and something he struggled to tell his daughter, his only child.
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to return till later this evening?" She said excitedly, happy to see her father come home early. For a long time, it had just been them after the death of her mother but the joy and love in the house remained the same as if she were still there, that was until now. Y/N's father's face seemed nervous through his smile. He struggled trying to find the best way to relay the message to his precious daughter.
"Well, I was thinking that today should just be an us day, what do you say? Care to spend an entire day with your old man?" He smiled and Y/N smiled back which only made him feel more guilty, this was not the complete truth and he never lied to his daughter usually unless it were tall tales of fighting the monster off that Y/N had thought was in her closet as a child, but this was no monster, this was real life. As the day went on and they spent time riding horses and catching butterflies with their nets in the big field, every smile and laugh tugged on Y/N's father's heart even more. Finally, after a day of spending time together and laughter, the sun began to set and it was time to tell Y/N the truth.
"Why do you look so troubled, father?" Y/N asked as they walked back to the cottage.
"Oh my flower, I must be honest with you," he stopped in his tracks which made Y/N do the same, now with the concerned look on her face, she patiently waited for her father to speak. "This evening we are to go to a dinner with Lord Hahn." He said in a guilty tone, Y/N looked perplexed.
"Lord?" She questioned looking perplexed. "Why are we meeting a Lord?"
"Lord Hahn is a client of sorts, he had come into my business weeks ago seeking my service and in that time we spoke about personal matters and I spoke about you and the Lord wishes to meet you tonight." The guilt dripped from his face as he stared at his confused daughter who still didn't understand why this was such a big deal nor why any lord would want to meet her. "You've made a great impression on him and...and darling girl, I can lie no longer....Tonight we will meet with Lord Hahn and a few of his friends because...you are to be betrothed." He could not look his daughter in the eyes, he stared down at ground as Y/N felt dizzy, she walked backwards until she hit a tree unexpectedly, she put one hand on the tree to steady herself and one hand on her chest feeling as if her heart would explode.
The man began to weep as he watched the heartbreak in his daughters eyes.
Y/N couldn't believe it but seeing her father weep and apologize over and over softened the blow. "I tried so hard, my child, to take care of you but I can do so no longer. I am but a sick poor old man, my health diminishes with every passing day and when it's time to meet my savior, I need to know my daughter is well taken care of. I'm so sorry." He sobbed, Y/N looked at her father sympathetically and took a deep breath before she walked over to him, she understood. Y/N imagined the life of a spinster many times and it did not bother her. In her mind, she'd simply make a terrible wife but despite everything, she would not fail her father. His heartbreak and sorrow crushed Y/N, she crouched down to him where he knelt on the ground in tears and hugged him, repeatedly telling him that it was okay.
As they walked back to the cottage, they spoke and reminisced. With every step, Y/N's father apologized profusely and Y/N was nothing but forgiving, after all, he made a point, when he died how would she support herself?
At the cottage, her father revealed that he spent large amounts of money on a beautiful gown to impress the man, Y/N gasped as he took it out the box to show her and she hugged her father tightly but felt incredibly terrible. Y/N didn't mind wearing the same two dresses everyday and this gown was far too spectacular for someone who often dropped and spilled things. Y/N went to her room and began getting dressed with the help of the maid. The Y/L/N home no longer had the money to employ their maids and servants but one stuck around, she had watched Y/N grow up and had become somewhat of a second mother to her and now tearfully tied her corset up for the last time.
"Oh Mrs. Bromley," Y/N cried to the maid turning around to finally face the woman who looked just as tearful. "I will not make a good wife. I understand father's reasoning but a Lord? Couldn't he find a simple farmer or perhaps an apprentice to marry me off to?" Y/N said earning a smile from the maid. The maid gently grabbed Y/N's shoulders and smiled. "You will make an expectational wife, my dear!" She said but Y/N did not look too convinced. Y/N always considered herself rather plain and this was a fact she relayed onto the maid who stared at her lovingly.
"Clearly, the Lord does not think you plain. He asked for your hand in marriage just from seeing a photo of you on your father's desk, that is not the response of a man to a plain girl." The maid said encouraging Y/N and telling her it would be alright. The carriage ride to the large manor was one filled with anxiety from Y/N and her father, they both sat there quietly with Y/N picking at her nails and staring out the window with millions of thoughts through her head. How could she become a wife to a Lord? Or really, a wife at all. Y/N hoped that if she were to marry one day, it would be for love and not for money or safety or for the sake of not being a spinster, but unfortunately this is just how it would be. She tried very quickly to accept that fact.
As they pulled up to the large manor, Y/N was in awe. The manor was as dark as the surrounding woodsy grounds, she could barely count how many windows the manor had but she suspected at least close to a hundred. The manor laid on a plot of land away from the outside world, it was dark in color and its surroundings foggy and damp. Y/N stepped out of the carriage feeling as if she were stepping into a house filled with spirits from the novels she had read.
The inside of the manor was no warmer, both figuratively and literally. Y/N shivered at the coldness, the walls were dark and lifeless much like the hardwood floor hard under her feet that creaked with every step. The servants all looked miserable, their pale and sallow skin made Y/N think of the dead. Their eyes looked as if they hadn't slept in years and they spoke in a monotone voice that made Y/N feel unwelcome. Suddenly, Y/N was having a harder time accepting this marriage. Y/N could not imagine reading and catching butterflies here, even with the light chatter going on and the sound of glass clinking, it seemed so soulless. Y/N imagined the man that could possibly live in such a horrid home like this, would he be just as cold as his home? Would this be her life forever?
A man walked up to them breaking Y/N's hopeless trance. "Ah," the man said seeing Y/N's father and calling his name "Good to see you." He said in an intimidating tone with an accent Y/N had never heard. The man was tall, blonde, blue eyed and extremely handsome. He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit that Y/N was sure was expensive. Was this her soon-to-be husband? Y/N's father shook the man's hand and the man introduced himself as Sir Kaiser and Y/N had felt a small bit disappointed, this was not the man she would marry. His gaze met Y/N's and he bowed politely without breaking eye contact, he grabbed Y/N hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles that made Y/N blush. Y/N bowed back.
"How do you do, my dear?" Kaiser asked, Y/N gulped suddenly feeling like she couldn't speak. "I'm well, I thank you. A-and yourself?" Asked Y/N politely. "Oh, I am very well." He said in a smooth tone, the handsome man was intimidating and yet had a look of pride on his face that would not leave him. Y/N's father and Sir Kaiser spoke but even so, Kaiser's eyes remained fixed on Y/N which caused her to look down at her shoes for most of the conversation. Then suddenly, a new man joined them. The man was tall and intimidating, he wore a fantastic suit with a long coat and held a cane in one hand that had a decorative snake for the handle and his eyes immediately met Y/N's.
"Lord Hahn" her father said almost in a frightened manner and Y/N's heart dropped. The man was clearly older and just as handsome as the man next to him. Equally as intimidating if not more so, and equally staring at Y/N as if she were the only person in the room. "Y/N, this is..." But her father did not finish his sentence, nerves and guilt had gotten to him and the thought of marrying his daughter off was enough to make him sick. Lord Hahn bowed, Y/N returned it, and he placed a kiss on her hand in the same spot as the man before.
"I'm Lord Hahn." He introduced himself, his deep voice and thick accent making Y/N speechless. "I see you've met my good friend and business partner, Sir Kaiser." He said and both men stood there proud looking, almost full of themselves. Y/N was so intimidated she could hardly speak. She stared at the tall man in almost awe, her eyes accidentally widened and both men took notice and seemed to find amusement in this. Suddenly, she had realized she was being asked a question.
"Pardon?" She said.
"I said..would you care to join us for dinner?" Lord Hahn repeated, feeling embarrassed she apologized and walked into the large dining room. The dark marble flooring sparkled under Y/N's feet and the long table held too many guest for Y/N's liking. Despite the chandelier, the room looked dim and dull. Y/N felt a sense of unwelcomeness in the home. Everyone sat down but Y/N, once again, she felt foolish and seemed to be zoning out and now everyone had taken notice of this, staring at her waiting for her to be seated. The only seat that was left was right next to her soon-to-be husband. Y/N sat down slowly. Lord Hahn and Sir Kaiser sat on opposite ends from each other, both occasionally giving each other smirks. Y/N could feel eyes on her and tried to focus on her food but could hardly stomach it.
Eventually, after dinner, the tall intimating man that was Lord Hahn had stood up. With a glass in his hand and a smug look on his face, everyone turned to him and stared, not saying a word. "Thank you all for coming. Today has been a very successful day not only for my business but for my personal life as well." Y/N's heart sank as he spoke, his captive audience looking at him with curiosity. "Tonight we will not only celebrate my flourishing business, but tonight we celebrate my engagement to the lovely young woman to the right of me." The crowd gasped lightly, mostly the wives of all his other business partners and then the applause ensued. Y/N felt awkward, she felt even worse was the man held his hand out for her to take and she had to stand up to practically be shown off. His hand was cold and rough, hers was warm like the sun. Y/N felt as if she could be sick and avoided eye contact with all guests.
Afterwards, Y/N desperately wanted the dinner to end so she could return to some normalcy. Y/N would have till the wedding to stay with her father and enjoy her days at the cottage, the thought brought tears to her eyes and they were clearly noticable. Lord Hahn and Sir Kaiser bid their goodbyes after dinner at the door. Her father shook their hands politely and Y/N said a quiet goodbye that was barely audible. "Oh," Lord Hahn said "Before you go, I will be seeing you tomorrow for lunch." He said to Y/N, not like a reminder, but like a soft demand. Her father looked confused but he was in no position to say anything so he simply said Y/N would be there there and smiled a very fake smile.
"I shall see you tomorrow." Said Y/N in her best attempt at a polite steady voice. Back at the cottage Y/N quickly said her goodnight to her father and ran up to her room. Finally, she could cry. It wasn't that the man was hideous, quite the contrary really, but she could not see herself feeling happy in that house. The house was cold and loveless, and he seemed no different. He seemed arrogant and proud, how could she grow to love a man like that? He surely wouldn't approve of her reading and writing nor her love of nature. Y/N's life would be filled with hosting parties and looking like a perfect statue by his side. Y/N cried herself to sleep and by the morning she felt restless.
Y/N got out of bed in no rush but she knew this was wrong. She walked around the cottage as if she'd never see it again. Surely, she'd be allowed to visit but in case that were not true, she took it all in. The drawings on the wall she had done as a child that had never been cleaned, the ink stains on the floor from the many times she had dropped the ink bottle while writing letters, the paintings and her books. It all felt so...home. It felt like love, the home shined bright always, the home was warm and peppered with flowers and plants all throughout and its soft colored wallpaper made the home feel gentle and kind, like a hug.
How could she go from a home like this to an utterly morbid home like Lord Hahn's?
When it was time to go to the dark manor, Y/N was most unexcited. She rode the carriage by herself and tried hard to focus on her breathing. Somehow, even on a sunny day like this, the manor and its surroundings were gloomy and dull much like the night before. She thought maybe it was the night sky making the manor appear so frightful but even during the day it seemed horrific. Y/N hesitated out the carriage but eventually pushed herself to walk to the large front door with a doorknocker that had a horrific looking creature above it. Almost as if they had known she was there, the door opened before she even touched it making her jump.
To her surprise, it was Sir Kaiser who had opened the door. Y/N's breath hitched. "Good afternoon sir," she bowed, anxious and confused but not at all unhappy to see the handsome man. "Good afternoon miss Y/L/N," he bowed back once again taking her hand and placing a slow kiss on her knuckles, his direct eye contact made Y/N blush and slowly, he moved his hand from hers. "Forgive me, but where is Lord Hahn?" Y/N asked, he smiled slightly, his hands behind his back as always. "He had to run a small errand and he should return soon, until then, I hope you don't mind my company." Kaiser said. Y/N smiled a genuine smile this time but still very shy. "Of course not." She said. Kaiser extended his arm out and she linked with it, they walked into the large cold manor and a shiver ran through Y/N and Kaiser smiled.
"Cold?" He questioned looking over at her.
"Indeed. Is it always this cold?" She asked.
"Yes, he rarely uses the fireplace but perhaps when you live here you might convince him." Kaiser said.
"I should hardly think any opinion of mine would be put into consideration." Said Y/N accidentally, Kaiser stopped in his tracks and looked at her and Y/N's face had turn red, she had done it again, she had spoken out of turn.
"Why's that?" He questioned.
"Forgive me, I do not mean to speak ill of your friend. It's just that...he seems so... intimidating is all. " Y/N said making Kaiser chuckle. "Don't let Gunther intimidate you." Kaiser said, Gunther, the name sounded so strange and even more intimidating than the man himself. "As long as he doesn't think ill of you then you shall be fine." Kaiser said but this did not make Y/N feel better. They continued walking and Y/N once again got quiet, they had walked outside behind the manner and as they walked they came upon a maze made from bushes and Y/N stopped. The large maze she was sure went on for miles and standing in the middle of it was a large marble fountain, she was not fond of the idea of mazes or getting lost.
"Scared?" Kaiser said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I must confess, I do not enjoy mazes." She said nervously and Kaiser smiled. "Don't you worry darling, I have walked this maze plenty of times since I was a boy. We will not get lost, you have my word." A blush crept up on Y/N's face at the words spoken by the tall man but she was not convinced, nevertheless she walked ahead, clinging onto Kaiser more than she intended to which made him smile. They walked far, too far for Y/N's liking and the gloomy sky above did not help the fear she had. Suddenly, a rustling caught her attention. She snapped her head towards the sound and watched as the bush shook, without meaning to she inched closer to Kaiser whose smile grew more.
The rustling became louder and Y/N stepped back and suddenly, a fox burst out from the bush making Y/N squeal and jump into Kaiser's arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and she pressed her face in his chest. Seconds later she heard a chuckle and Kaiser gently wrapped his around her waist while his other hand moved gently to the back of her head. "It's just a fox sweet girl, nothing to be afraid of." He said making Y/N feel a bit stupid. She had seen foxes plenty of times but she did not expect to see one jump out at her. Feeling foolish, she slowly moved from Kaiser's body and looked up at him. "My apologies for the impropriety," she said, her face burning with embarrassment. "I was startled, I did not mean to..." She slowly backed away further yet Kaiser kept his hands on her shoulders gently, until he moved one hand to gently grab her chin and make her look up at him fully now.
"No worries dear." Said Kaiser looking down at the shy girl with a face she really couldn't make out. This was highly inappropriate, and Y/N knew it. Yet she stayed there in close proximity to the man, staring up at him with sparkling eyes and a mind filled with curiosity. They stared at each other for what felt like forever before Y/N broke the silence. "Perhaps we should go." She said in a less confident voice than she intended. Kaiser raised an eyebrow slightly. "You don't want to see the rest of the maze?" He questioned, his hands still on her shoulders gently. Y/N shook her head, "I'm afraid not, my apologies but I think I've had enough excitement for today." Said Y/N feeling like a child, they had barely walked in the maze for long before she had gotten scared, a small part of her wanted to say that she was fine and that they should walk further but she didn't. Kaiser nodded his head and once again extended his arm for Y/N take, they linked arms and walked back inside the manor.
"I do not wish to frighten you, my dear, I only wish to show you around your new home. To make you feel more comfortable." Kaiser said as they walked upstairs, Y/N smiled politely and thanked him, following him around as he showed off the manor. Room after room, the manor did not seem more lively, in fact it seemed scarier. The upstairs looked as if nobody was allowed up there at all, including staff. The chandeliers filled with cobwebs, the shelves in every room seem to be lined with dust. The carpet that ran down the corridor seemed faded in color and Y/N felt a sense of not being alone, as if she were being watched in every room. The pictures that lined the walls seemed to stare at her and she tried very hard not to look at any of them and again, she held Kaiser closer. Finally, there was one room left. Kaiser opened the door and Y/N's heart stopped.
"This is to be your bedroom," Kaiser said showing off the dim room only lit by a single candle. The grand canopy bed looked luxurious with its deep red bedsheets and dark wood frame. The room had many bookshelves and despite being the most clean looking room, it still seemed lifeless, as if barely used. Y/N walked closer and looked around by herself, not meaning to let go of Kaiser but he followed behind her closely watching her every movement and facial expression. She got closer to the bed and laid a hand on it gently, she gulped. It had come to her realization that she would be living with this man in his cold home, and not only that, but she'd be sleeping with him as well.
"Not impressed?" Kaiser asked breaking Y/N from her thoughts. She stood at the foot of the bed and turned around, not realizing Kaiser had been so close. "No no, it's just...does he ever sleep?" She asked making Kaiser laugh. "Hardly, I believe he spends most evenings in his study." Answered Kaiser. "That can't be healthy." Y/N commented once again making him laugh but his laughter died down, soon they stood there in the dim room far too close to each other and far too close to the bed. Kaiser looked down at her in a way she could not make out and Y/N tried to think fast on conversation topics but she was almost at a loss of words, the man was just entirely too perfect and gorgeous.
"Do you?" She asked suddenly breaking Kaiser from his own thoughts now.
"Do I what?" He asked lowly.
"Do you...sleep well..?" Said realizing quickly how stupid that question was, Kaiser smirked.
"Oh, I sleep very well, my darling. Especially with the right company." He said once again making Y/N's face feel warm.
"O-oh, do you have a wife?" Y/N asked feeling slightly ashamed now of her past thoughts about how handsome the man was.
"No, but I would've much liked a wife like you. It's a shame Gunther saw you first." Kaiser said but Y/N seemed too shocked to really comprehend what he had said.
"You don't have a wife? Really? That surprises me." She said without meaning to. Kaiser made a cocky expression but raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?" He asked but before Y/N could try to scrounge up the right words to say to cover her embarrassment, something caught their attention.
Gunther looked at him with a small smile. "Geh weg, Ludwig." Gunther said still with a smile, Gunther motioned his head towards the door. Ludwig smiled almost mischievously and bowed to Gunther before leaving. Y/N stood there quietly watching as Gunther watched Ludwig leave before turning his attention to Y/N and she felt her heart sink. The man was scary, even when he was smiling. Would he be upset at her? Would he no longer find her to be a fit enough wife? Y/N debated with herself whether or not she'd be happy about that. Her fears went away when he said "How are you, darling?" Bowing to her, she returned the bow and felt a sense of relief. "I'm well thank you, how was your errands?" She asked coming closer and linking arms with him nervously, they strolled down the creepy halls and another shiver went down her spine. "They were fine." He said simply. Y/N nodded her head but didn't say anything, she wasn't really sure what to say or how to keep up conversation with this man but she tried her best to.
"You have a lovely home Lord Hahn." She lied, although it wasn't completely a lie. It was lovely, just...odd. Something about the home felt frightening and that feeling felt worse once they passed the paintings with the moving eyes. Y/N avoided their eye contact and looked at Gunther who was already looking at her. "Thank you, I fully intended to give you the house tour myself but I see Sir Kaiser has beaten me to it." Though his voice remained the same, there was a sense of annoyance in his words. As if he didn't know that Kaiser was going to do that.
"So, what do you think?" He asked.
"About?" Y/N asked stupidly.
"My home."
"O-oh, it's nice. Quite cold really." She said trying to think up more nice things to say but she couldn't, it looked like a haunted house and Y/N knew this was not the polite thing to say. Gunther chuckled softly. "I will send the servants to fetch some more wood and start lighting the fire places." He said and Y/N was shocked, she wasn't expecting the man to be...nice. But his kind words did not match his stern features and Y/N, though a bit calmer now, still felt intimidated. They kept walking throughout the manor and Y/N's heart raced with every step. She hardly paid any attention to what the man was saying until something finally caught her attention.
"We are to wed in a week and—" he said but Y/N stopped abruptly.
"A week?!" She said shocked.
"Did your father not tell you?" Gunther questioned in a silky voice, seeming just as surprised as she was.
"No, he failed to mention that to me it seems." Her voice was bitter and strong now, no longer meek and Gunther couldn't help but smirk. "I see," he said softly "Well, that is a lot to take in in just a week. If you wish to postpone everything we can." He said and again, she was not expecting that sort of kindness from the large man. Though she was upset that she was not told this, especially as it seems her father had known for weeks that this was happening and only now told her, she would not let him or Gunther down. It would be wrong. "No no, I just... it's just a lot to take in in so little time." Y/N said earnestly. Gunther nodded his head and grabbed her hand gently, again, his hand was freezing cold to the point it almost stung. "I understand. That is why I invited you here today, to get to know you. I do not wish for you to feel uncomfortable in this home or uncomfortable with me. I want you to feel like this is your home too. Whatever you want, you'll get it rest assured." Gunther vowed and all of Y/N's worries seem to fade away slowly, perhaps he wasn't as bad after all which only made her feel worse for her previous thoughts of his handsome friend.
They walked alongside each other, the conversation flowing now and soon they made it to the back of the manor at the maze Y/N hated.
"I do not wish to go there again." She said looking at him nervously.
"Again?"
"Sir Kaiser brought me into the maze, we did not get far, I got frightened." She said embarrassed.
"Of course he did." He said a bit sarcastically, staring off into the distance as if thinking about something before looking back at Y/N with a smile. "But don't worry, we will not be going in there. We're going over there," he said looking over to the side, Y/N turned her head to see a path that led into the woods. Y/N was more scared about this than the maze but she followed close, holding onto Gunther way tighter than she realized. The woods seemed dead, hardly any leaves covered the trees and yet the branches sprawled everywhere even towards each other making a sort of tunnel through the path. Various sounds of sticks breaking and owls made Y/N's blood pressure rise and Gunther felt amused. Finally, they entered a clearing where the sun seemed to shine only on this specific bit of land. A gazebo in the middle laid there with a small table and two wicker chairs. It was beautiful. The table had a white lace cloth that seemed old and like it hadn't been used in years, the teacups and plates had beautiful designs but seemed faded. Gunther pulled out the chair for her, waiting for her to sit before sitting down across from her.
"This is lovely." Y/N smiled. Gunther smiled back. "I thought you might like it." Y/N ate the small sandwiches politely or her best attempt at polite, but still managed to get crumbs everywhere. She apologized and Gunther smiled but he did not eat anything, he only watched. They had amazing conversation and for once, Y/N actually felt understood. The walk back to the manor was filled with laughter and talking from Y/N, she had forgotten what it was like to be able to talk so much and finally when they got back to the manor she had realized that Gunther hadn't said a word. Her face dropped.
"Forgive me, I'm quite talkative." She said fearing a reprimand but instead Gunther caressed her cheek. A shiver went down her spine again and she got goosebumps. "I don't mind at all." He said lowly. They looked at each other and even under the candlelight Gunther could see the pink shade appearing on her face. "Uh, will I be seeing you tomorrow?" She asked sweetly. Gunther tilted his head slightly, he was fully intending to spend the week with her until their wedding but he wasn't expecting her to be so open to it. "If that is what you wish." He said smiling, she smiled and by the next day she was there again. And again, they'd spent more and more time together and every now and then she'd see Ludwig who always stopped her for conversation.
"I think...flowers might help." She told Gunther one afternoon in his study, he normally never allowed anyone in his study apart from Ludwig and a few other colleagues. His eyes flicked up to her, she smiled sweetly and he couldn't help but return it. "Flowers?" Gunther questioned, Y/N nodded her head with a bit more excitement than usual. Gunther finally put his pen down, a few of them had went missing due to Y/N using them and losing them. Pens were a luxury that the Y/L/N's could not afford, they still used quills. He sat back in his chair and looked at her as she spoke. "Yes, flowers would make your manor look less...haunted." she said making him laugh. "Haunted?" He snorted "You don't really believe in such childish things, do you?" He said and Y/N made an almost offended face. "It's possible, do you not?" She asked. He laughed once more, almost in a tone that reeked of mocking. "I believe what I can see." He said plainly. Their time spent together was far more enjoyable than Y/N imagined, he took her everywhere with him and she was surprisingly okay with this. He read to her in German, he tried to teach her and laughed at every mispronounced word.
"What's that?" She said pointing to a large object covered in a white sheet. Gunther looked over, he was showing her around the manor trying to get a good layout for their wedding that would be held there, they decided the garden would be for the ceremony and the ballroom for the reception. "It's a piano, I hardly play anyone so I cover it up." Said Gunther and Y/N seemed shocked, staring at the piano then Gunther. "You play?" She asked and he nodded. "Will you teach me?" She clung onto his arm and looked up at him. Gunther did not like playing anymore and he had no patience for teaching anything to anyone, but he couldn't say no to her so he agreed. She smiled and her smile made him smile but what he didn't expect was for her to go dashing towards the piano this instant.
"Perhaps another time." He said once she had already uncovered the grand piano, ripping the sheet off of it and tossing it the floor with no care. It was a beautiful all black piano, she had never seen anything like it before. She stared at it, dazzled but then turned to Gunther with a slight disappointment in her eyes. "Alright." She agreed softly, tracing her fingers lightly on the piano before pressing a key and smiling at the noise. Again, Gunther could not say no, nor disappoint her in any fashion. He didn't know why, normally he got much enjoyment out of upsetting people, but not Y/N. He sighed and walked over to the dusty piano and sat on the bench. Y/N stared at him confused before he gestured with his head for her to sit next to him. She smiled and hopped into the seat. They sat close, shoulder to shoulder, and Y/N could feel herself blushing. He began showing her a few keys before playing for her, he played beautifully and Y/N was shocked. Gunther then looked at her and instructed her to copy him, they played together although Y/N played much slower. Their hands touched as they played many times and Y/N couldn't help but get distracted. She stopped playing all together while he seemed to not notice and continued, she looked at him with an affectionate look in her eyes. It would not be impossible to learn to love the man but she could see why many did not, he was cruel at times and harsh, extremely unforgiving and yet, none of these things with her.
He finally noticed she had stopped playing and looked at her, their faces incredibly close. "I'm terrible." Said Y/N as an excuse for her stopping. He smiled softly and seemed to scan her face with his eyes, he held her cheek with one hand and gently caressed it with his thumb and despite how cold he was, she leaned into it more with her face. "Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get better. I'll teach you, I promise." He said in practically a whisper, their faces seemed to be drawing closer together and Y/N had felt like she couldn't breathe. Suddenly, a servant had walked in. "Lord Hahn," she said making them both look to the noise, Y/N finally breathed and a hint of disappointment had ran through her. "What is it?!" He snapped, the servant bowed her head in an almost cowardly way and mumbled that Sir Kaiser was here. Gunther sighed and harshly dismissed the woman. He turned to Y/N, his face softening. "Another time, my dear." He said and Y/N nodded her head politely.
Gunther got up from the bench angrily and walked towards the front door, Y/N followed behind. There Ludwig stood, Gunther had said he could come over to dinner by the end of the week before they had gotten married as a celebration but Ludwig was early, a fact Gunther made sure to tell Ludwig without saying hello.
"Am I?" Ludwig's voice dripped with faux innocence. "Oh, my apologies Gunther. I did not know, I thought you said four." Ludwig stepped into the entryway with his hands behind his back and a smug look on her face. Before Gunther could say anything, Y/N walked behind Gunther and immediately caught both men's attention. Ludwig finally smiled. "Y/N," he said once again reaching out for her hand and planting a kiss on it. Gunther stared at Ludwig with a stern expression. "How marvelous you look, truly ravishing." Ludwig said bowing to her, she smiled and began talking about the piano and how she was being taught to play, she spoke of her day and the picnic and boat rides at the lake with swans they had gone on and all the books Gunther had bought her. Y/N spoke with enthusiasm and glee, both men smiled and looked at her but every now and then they gave each other a quick glance. Finally, when she stopped talking Ludwig smiled now way closer than she remembered.
"That all sounds lovely, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself tod—"
"Y/N," Gunther interrupted Ludwig. Y/N looked at Gunther. "Go to the dining room, please. Me and Ludwig must discuss work related things before dinner." Gunther said trying not to sound rude, Y/N nodded her head slowly and bowed to both men, she turned to walk away before Gunther grabbed her hand and pulled her back, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/N bit her lip and looked up at him before walking away to the dining room. Gunther smiled and watched her walk, he made sure she was out of earshot before his face dropped and he turned to Ludwig. "Study. Now." Was all Gunther said before walking to his study, Ludwig followed closely behind with a sort of smile on his face, he knew what he was doing but he didn't much care. That was, until Gunther had slammed the door behind him. Ludwig had been on the receiving end of Gunther's wrath many times and he tried to avoid it at all cost but every now and then he pushed a bit too far.
"I am not a stupid man, Ludwig, nor are you." Gunther walked to a globe and opened it up. Inside contained various whiskeys, he grabbed two glasses and poured them, handing a drink to Ludwig before leaning on his desk and taking a sip of his own. "I do not know what you speak of Gunther, I was just being polite." Ludwig's tone was condescending and Gunther laughed to himself, not because he thought it was funny but because he really truly wondered who Ludwig thought he was kidding.
"We always shared Gunther, why such the long face now?" Ludwig asked. "It was you who said it'd be alright, it was you who fantasized about—"
"It's different now." Gunther said.
"Oh? How so? Don't tell me Gunther that...you're in love all the sudden. It's only been a week." Ludwig mocked and began to laugh before Gunther put his glass down harshly and swiftly made his way over to Ludwig who sat in the armchair in front of him. Gunther grabbed Ludwig harshly by the tie and his smile dropped. "You go too far Ludwig!" Gunther spat and Ludwig said nothing, Gunther grabbed his tie so hard and pulled his face so close that Ludwig was almost sure that if he wasn't careful, he'd be getting choked out. "Let her come to you, do not push. And before anything remember that she is mine. You will have your turn when I give you permission. Do you understand?!" Gunther said harshly, Ludwig nodded his head and Gunther finally let go. Ludwig gasped for air and began coughing.
"Drink your drink Ludwig, my bride is waiting." Gunther said leaving Ludwig alone and heading to the dining room. At dinner, it was quiet and awkward. The two men did not say much and Y/N didn't either, feeling the tension between them. When it was time for dessert, Y/N smiled excitedly hearing that tonight's dessert was pudding. Gunther never had dessert, but now that Y/N would be there he would. The first night she had stayed for dinner, she had asked for it and normally if anyone had asked him for dessert he'd quickly ask them if they were a child but when she asked, he made sure by the next time she was at dinner that there certainly was dessert. Both smiled watching her eat.
"I have brought gifts." Ludwig said getting both Y/N and Gunthers attention. They looked over at him, Y/N seemed a bit more curious while Gunther still seemed annoyed. "Servant girl," Ludwig called out to the servant "Go bring the gifts I handed you earlier, go on, run along." He commanded. The servant came back nervous looking holding two boxes. One box was much bigger than the other, she handed them to Ludwig and he looked at her disgustedly. "Well, don't hand them to me. Hand them to them." Ludwig snapped. Y/N felt bad for the poor servant who read the names on the boxes and handed them to the respective owner. The big box went to Gunther, the smaller one to Y/N. The servant scurried out of the dining room when she was done. "Well go on, open them." Ludwig said arrogantly awaiting the praise for the gifts. Gunther opened the box up lazily but when he opened it, he was slightly impressed to see a beautiful decanter with a stopper that was in the shape of a skull, Y/N found it fitting.
Ludwig looked at Gunther smugly, satisfied with the impressed look Gunther had on his face.
"Hast du mir schon vergeben?" Asked Ludwig.
"Nein, aber es ist ein guter Anfang." Replied Gunther.
Y/N looked at both men confused before staring at her small box with a bow on it. Ludwig patiently waited for her to open it. She slowly undid the ribbon and bunched it up, putting it to the side. Then she opened the box and gasped. Gunther raised an eyebrow and watched as his bride picked up a small silver charm bracelet with a cottage charm already on it. She smiled brightly. "It's beautiful! Oh I thank you, truly. This is a lovely gift." She clutched it to her chest and looked over at Ludwig who looked more than satisfied with himself, Gunther rolled his eyes. A bracelet? A stupid charm bracelet? He had done more things for her in one day that could amount to a hundred charm bracelets. Gunther was not impressed.
When it was time to say their goodbyes, it was incredibly late, far later than Gunther had intended and he feared letting Y/N go on the carriage ride back to her father's house alone. They all stood at the door, Y/N stood between the two men and watched as they talked and couldn't understand them, but they looked as if they were bickering very childishly. "It was lovely seeing you again, Sir Kaiser." Y/N interrupted, their attention immediately went to her. "And it was lovely seeing you, how I always miss that face." Ludwig said, Gunther practically snorted. He couldn't even be too angry anymore, all he thought was that Ludwig sounded foolish but his anger returned slightly when she smiled. "I shall be seeing you this weekend for the wedding then?" Asked Y/N, Ludwig bent down to meet her face. "You shall see me always, pretty girl." He replied and Y/N felt a heat run through her body, their faces were close and her lips parted but then she backed up trying to create space, she didn't get far, Gunther was pressed up behind her. Y/N looked up at him and his cold face, she looked between the two men and suddenly became dizzy, she clutched her corset. They both took notice and both laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" They asked at the same time. The guilt flooded Y/N, she adored Gunther dearly. The week she had spent with him made her feelings blossom like flowers but the heat Ludwig caused was undeniable. She would be getting married this weekend and all she could think about was both men. It was scandalous, it was improper for any lady let alone a young lady such as herself. "Y-yes I...I just feel a bit...." And then, she fainted. Immediately, Gunther's voice thundered through the manor, he hurled insults at his staff for not being quick enough and immediately sent her to his bed. Both men walked there and watched as the staff checked her and began putting cold rags on her forehead. They sent for a doctor and waited patiently for one. Finally, after what felt like years to both men, a doctor came and checked Y/N. There was no illness, only nerves and worry. The doctor suspected it was wedding worries. When he left, Gunther immediately slapped Ludwig's shoulder, Ludwig flinched and looked over at him.
"How is this my fault?!" Ludwig immediately said.
"You are causing her stress." Gunther said.
"I am not! Perhaps it's you, have you ever thought about that?" Ludwig said bravely but bracing himself for a slap. Instead, Gunther looked as if he was thinking about something. "Or perhaps it's both of us." He said lowly. He was no idiot, Gunther could see that Y/N very much liked Ludwig as well as himself, if she was riddled with guilt then it was both their faults. But mainly Ludwig's fault, Gunther thought. "I will see you at the wedding, Ludwig." Gunther dismissed him but Ludwig would not budge. "I will not leave her like this." Ludwig said and Gunther turned to Ludwig with a stern expression on his face, again, Ludwig braced for a slap.
"Oh? Don't tell me you are lovesick Ludwig, it's only been a week." Gunther mocked the words that echoed Ludwig's own and Ludwig glared before storming out the manor. Gunther looked at her Y/N, she now laid breathing softly. Gunther walked over to the bed and sat down next to Y/N. He caressed her face and watched as her chest moved in her corset, his breath hitched and he immediately looked away. When Y/N woke, she turned to see Gunther laying next to her on top of the sheets, her heart skipped a beat and almost like he could sense the staring, his eyes opened.
"Y/N," his voice was deep and tired, and Y/N found it most attractive. "How are you feeling, mein liebling?" He asked scooting closer and caressing her cheek. Y/N shivered, the large bedroom was cold and unpleasant, she couldn't believe that this would be her bedroom. Gunther pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her as she shivered. "I'm sorry, I'll go ask one of the servants to light the fireplaces, I did not expect you to stay the night." Gunther said softly. "Are you alright?" He asked, finally Y/N spoke. "Y-yes, I'm just cold. I'm so sorry for ruining dinner—" she began but Gunther immediately cut her off, not having any of that conversation. "You did not ruin anything, don't fret. Are you okay to be left for the moment?" He asked and Y/N agreed although she instantly regretted it. The dim cold room was even more horrifying at night, it seemed as if any second something would pop out at her and in that anticipation when Gunther returned with his servant, she jumped.
The fireplace helped tremendously and Y/N was grateful but still guilty and embarrassed. "Oh God, my father, he must be so—" but again she was cut off. "I sent a servant to personally deliver the news of your illness, he was unable to leave work but he will be checking in on you tomorrow." Gunther said and Y/N felt relieved though surprised her father did not come to see her, work or not. The silence felt thick and it felt scandalous to be in bed with the man despite him being her soon-to-be husband. He sat next to her fully clothed and yet she had never felt more scandalous. "So, I am to stay here tonight?" She questioned already knowing the answer. "Of course, unless you do not want to. Then I will personally escort you back home." And while normally she never wanted her father to worry, she did not want to leave. The man looked gorgeous under the candlelight and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the closeness. "No, I want to stay with you." She said stupidly. Gunther smiled. "Do you wish to stay in here with me or would you like to go to one of the guest rooms?" He asked politely. Ever the gentleman, he wasn't going to make her stay in the bedroom if she didn't want to but he desperately wished she did. Y/N gulped, she was unsure of what to say but she knew exactly what she wanted to say, but this would be breaking all rules. How could they lay in bed together before marriage? It was scandalous, it was vile, it was exactly what she wanted.
"I think..." But she didn't know what to say. Y/N stared at him unable to speak. "How about you stay here and I go to a guest room?" He suggested seeing as how she looked very indecisive. "No." She finally said but lost the ability to speak afterwards again. "No?" He raised an eyebrow. Y/N put a gentle hand on his and he immediately grabbed it back gently. "I want you to stay." She said so softly it could've been confused as a whisper, Gunther smirked and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Then I will stay." He said back. When he finally sat back straight, he looked at her dress and then back up at her eyes. "We should get you out of that corset and dress, I don't imagine that's very comfortable to sleep in. I've had nightgowns made for you here that you can use tonight." Gunther said and Y/N smiled but her smile disappeared when he went to get up to get the maids help her undress.
"Wait!" She said, afraid to be left alone again in the creepy room. He turned around. "Please don't leave, I'm horribly frightened. I can take my own corset off." She lied. "Are you sure?" He asked, he fully intended to have them help her undress and run her a warm bath but she did look extremely scared. Gunther stepped closer to her as she reassured him she could do everything by herself but as she stood behind the dressing screen this was not true. She fumbled horribly and could not undo the corset. She reached behind her back and messed with the strings but she was positive she just had made it tighter. After a couple of minutes of this, she gave up. Gunther had watched the entire thing and tried not to laugh. "Do you need help?" He asked, behind the dressing screen Y/N looked mortified. Help her with her corset? He was clearly not a man who cared about the start of their marriage but again, that small voice in Y/N's head, it told her many sinful things all of which she tried to ignore.
Y/N walked out from behind the dressing screen and looked her groom in the eyes. It was not only improper but it was just wrong. Everything was. But Y/N debated with herself, was it wrong? After all, if this is to be her groom then it should be normal he see her undressed or perhaps this was just her justification for her lack of self discipline. "Yes... please." She said and Gunther slowly got out of bed and walked towards her, it felt as if he took forever to get to her and by the time he did, Y/N forgot how to breath. Gunther eyed her up and down before going behind her and slowly undoing her dress which fell to the ground in a puddle at her ankles, there she stood in undergarments her face was as red as an apple. She was practically naked. Then he began on her corset and soon that fell to the ground. With every layer Y/N felt like her body was on fire. She stood there in her chemise and drawers, those were the last to go but Gunther stopped, she surely would not need help with these. Unless she asked.
"I'll run you a bath." He said simply eyeing up his practically nude bride. Gunther had to force himself to stop looking at her before walking to the bathroom and starting the bath. The image of undressing Y/N played in his head over and over and he had to take a breath before he could face her again. When he got back to the room, Y/N had left her hair loose and she looked absolutely gorgeous. "Your bath is ready." He said simply and she walked up to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before entering the large bathroom. The tub was black as well as the tiles on the floor but the walls were a dark emerald green, it was a beautiful bathroom had it not been so creepy and Y/N tried very hard not to the think about how scared she truly was. Nowhere in this house did it ever not feel like somebody was watching her, she stepped into the warm bath and hummed, the warm water warmed up her cold skin instantly and she had never felt more relaxed.
Y/N dared to close her eyes and instantly she got flashes of the paintings from the halls and their stern faces and moving eyes. Her eyes snapped open. She tried to relax but she could not. Y/N thought about bathing quickly and then getting out but there was two flaws in that plan, she was far too cold to get out of the bathtub and she had not grabbed a towel. Y/N weighed her options, maybe she could put back on her chemise and drawers to go outside and get her nightgown, but the thin white fabric would soak against her skin and she'd practically be naked anyway. How could she be so stupid? Y/N thought to call out to Gunther but after every call he did not come. This only scared Y/N more, had he gone away after she told him not to? Was she alone in this room? Suddenly, Y/N felt a panic. She needed to get out of this bathtub, she called after him one more time and he did not answer so it was clear he was not there. Y/N began to drain the tub, as the water crawled down her skin and into the drain Y/N began to shiver, she stood up in the tub and tried to air dry as much as possible before getting out. Y/N shivered violently and her teeth chattered loudly, suddenly the candle began to flicker and Y/N looked at it panicked.
Gunther had accidentally fallen asleep but he awoke to the sound of a scream and a loud thud. He turned his head to the bathroom immediately and the candle had gone out, he quickly grabbed the candelabra and ran to the bathroom and he didn't see his bride till he looked down at the naked girl. Quickly without thinking he grabbed her and pulled her up with ease, he picked her up over his shoulder and carried her off to bed. Gunther laid her down in bed and quickly grabbed a towel and dried her off as much as he could. He patted down her whole body and his movements became slower and slower, finally, he took a look at his nude bride. Gunthers jaw clenched and Y/N suddenly was very aware of her situation, but her sore ankle made it hard for her to focus on it.
"Are you hurt?" Gunther asked but his eyes were not on hers, they traveled all throughout her body no matter how hard he tried not to. "I...yes actually, my ankle. It hurts terribly." She said and Gunther quickly snapped out of it. He looked down at her ankle and could see a slight bruise appearing, he lightly touched it and she flinched terribly, his hand moved back as if he had touched fire. Now there was no time to gawk at her, he was now concerned and immediately doing everything he could to make her feel better. For a start, he grabbed her a nightgown and put it on for her to warm her back up. Gunther mentioned waking up the servants again and to this Y/N objected. She grabbed his hand softly and pulled him back. "Please, I think I've troubled them enough tonight." Said Y/N "I...I just..wish to go to sleep. Will you lay with me?" She asked, dawn approached and they had barely slept aside from Y/N's passing out and Gunthers small nap. He nodded his head and began to undress, Y/N tried to look away but every now and then she'd look over. When he was left in nothing but shorts, he climbed into bed. Y/N stared at his arms and eyed him all over much like he did to her and soon he scooted closer. Y/N being brave, laid her head on his shoulder and slept peacefully but Gunther hardly did, he spent most the night watching her sleep and caressing her face gently enough to not wake her.
When the day of the wedding arrived, Y/N felt incredibly nauseous. This was it, her wedding day. The soulless home would now be hers and the intimidating man would be her husband. Y/N's father and her old maid and all of Gunthers servants spoke to her words of encouragement but she heard none of it. Y/N limped now, as it had turned out, Y/N had sprained her ankle and it was now wrapped. She did not see Gunther all day and admittedly she missed their conversations but she'd have their whole lives for conversations. Like a lifeless ghost, Y/N seemed to be floating around all day and not paying attention to anything. When the women gasped and cried as Y/N put on her wedding dress, Y/N had no reaction. She could not shake the feeling of being alone, it wasn't that Gunther was terrible it was actually the opposite but the cold home would now be hers forever. It had happened so fast, just a week ago she was doing embroidery by her bay window and now she was getting married with a sprained ankle.
Her father looked just as mournful and this seemed to be the only time Y/N came back to it, to remind him that she would be visiting and that he could visit her any time. Already she mourned for the childhood bedroom she loved but it was not all bad, earlier in the week her father had brought her back her flower blanket her mother had made her and so now, the pastel blanket lay on Gunthers dark bed in an almost comical fashion. A stuffed rabbit laid against the pillows too, much to the dismay of Gunther who tried his best to make Y/N feel happy but all requests seem to be turning Gunthers home into a doll house.
Y/N sat at her vanity staring at herself in the mirror. The long veil and puffed sleeves were dramatic and slightly outrageous. She wore the bracelet that Ludwig had given her and a long oval shaped ring with her birthstone in it on the other side of her hand that Gunther had given her. Her hair, pinned up and light makeup touched her face. She shook as if she were cold and partially she was but she knew this wasn't that, she was panicking. Soon, the door opened again and it caught her attention, she looked in the mirror and saw behind her the reflection of Ludwig Kaiser walking towards her. Y/N's head snapped towards the handsome man in the well tailored and expensive suit. Her guilt flooded her but her excitement of seeing him superseded that of the guilt.
"Sir Kaiser," she said standing up from the vanity and walking towards him, bowing. "You're here." She said a little too excitedly. "Of course I am, I told you I would be." He said completely ignoring the fact that this was his best friend's wedding and he had only just met Y/N but what she didn't know was that he had known about her for the same amount of weeks as Gunther did. Both men talked for long hours about how gorgeous Y/N was and how they couldn't wait to get their hands on her but in that time, and getting to know her, both men's feelings on the matter changed. Of course, they still wanted to get their hands on her but Gunther had become a bit more possessive in that time. Y/N smiled but her eyes traveled and soon, she saw a bruise on Ludwig's neck that made her smile disappear. She gasped and her hands drew to her mouth like a prayer, she walked closer and ran her fingers along his neck and Ludwig gasped himself. "What happened?" She asked, Ludwig was so entranced by Y/N he almost forgot what had happened at all but then he remembered and he swallowed. "I fell off my horse." He lied and it wasn't a good lie, Ludwig cursed himself when he saw Y/N's confused face but he wished desperately she'd keep her hands on him forever.
"Does it hurt terribly?" She questioned, a concerned look in her eyes.
"Not at all, my dear." He said.
Ludwig felt a great deal of disappointment when Y/N took her hands off of him. She only now looked up at him in an expression he could not understand but their closeness made him more than satisfied even with the lack of touch. "Nevermind me," Ludwig said lightly trailing his fingers down her veil then caressing her cheek, Y/N tried to look away to hide her blush but Ludwig saw it and he was most smug about it. "How are you feeling?" He asked and Y/N was going to lie, she should've lied, but around Ludwig she felt she could be her most truthful self so she told him the truth. "I am extremely nervous. I am nervous to be a wife, I am nervous about leaving my father behind and I am nervous to live in that home. To be quite plain, I do not make a good wife and...I should only hope that Lord Hahn will grow to care for me as I him." Y/N said and it slightly stung Ludwig but he quickly recovered. "Trust me, you will make a perfect wife. I am most jealous of Gunther really, that he gets to see you everyday and awake to that pretty face. And as his truest of friends I can say with certainty that Gunther is most affectionate about you. He adores you with every fiber of his being." Ludwig said truthfully and Y/N smiled. "Do you really think so?" She asked sweetly and as much as it pained him, he reassured her.
"And you? Will you always be around?" Asked Y/N shyly, this returned the smug look back to Ludwig's face quickly. "Of course I will, I cannot stay away from you." Ludwig said earnestly. It was true, even with the threats from Gunther looming over his head, he could not stay away from Y/N. Normally when Gunther threatened him, he knew to back off but this time he could not. "I do not live far from you. Whenever you need me, I shall be there or perhaps whenever you need the company of another, you can come over. Gunther is often very busy, you might get very lonely." Ludwig's tone was manipulative and calculating, he knew exactly what he was doing and he knew if Gunther found out, he'd be a dead man. To his surprise, Y/N agreed to this and thanked him quietly but Y/N knew this was was wrong.
"You still look nervous, have I not eased all your worries?" Ludwig said. Truthfully, Y/N was looking at him nervously. She did enjoy Ludwig's company, Ludwig's attention and she knew it was wrong but she wanted it always. "You did I just...I don't know, I suppose I'm just worried about the wedding." Y/N looked at the giant grandfather clock in the corner, it was almost time. Ludwig smiled mischievously, a thought flickering in his head. "Yes, you must be so frightened to be having your first tonight." Ludwig said manipulatively. Y/N's widened, she actually hadn't even thought about that until now. Would she be having to perform the duties of a wife to her husband? Gunther was handsome of course and caring but would she be any good? She began to panic.
"First kiss as well in..." He looked over at the clock before looking back at her. "Just a few moments." He said, he put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them gently. "Poor girl, you must be terribly worried." He gently put his hand under her chin and lifted it to look up at him. "Never fear, as your...friend, I can relieve you of such worries." He said lowly. Y/N gulped, feeling a familiar heat course through her body. "You can?" She said practically whispering. "I can. We can practice now if you wish, it might ease your nerves." He pulled her face up to his and Y/N for a moment thought she'd let him, but she couldn't. She gently put her hands on his chest, pushing herself back. "I...." She began "I cannot. I'm sorry Ludwig." It was improper to address him by his name but she did so without thinking and he did not mind. Her voice making the name sound sweet on her tongue.
"I'm sorry, I mean Sir—"
"No no, you may address me by my name. And you need not apologize to me for anything, I understand." He said backing up slowly. She grabbed his hands so he would not get far. "I hope this does not change anything." Said Y/N in almost a panic. Ludwig smiled and kissed on the cheek, he did not move, his lips close to her ear. "I will always be around should you need me." He looked Y/N up and down before meeting her eyes. "You look beautiful." He sighed, he squeezed her hands and let her be and she sat back down at the vanity with her head in her hands.
Ludwig walked down the long cold halls in frustration, he wanted her badly and truly had he seen her first, she'd be his wife. Lost in thought, he bumped into Gunther harshly. "And where have you been?" Gunther questioned, already knowing the answer. "Nowhere." He said almost childishly. Gunther grabbed him roughly and pushed him against a wall. "What did I say to you before, Ludwig?" Gunther snarled, and to his surprise, Ludwig pushed him back. "I did nothing! I bid her good luck and was off." Said Ludwig walking away from Gunther. He stared at Ludwig with cold eyes and Ludwig turned to him. "You shouldn't fret you know, she seems to love you a great deal. You are lucky." His tone seemed annoyed and soon Ludwig stormed out
It was a gloomy day for a wedding. The leaves had begun to change colors, a bright red and orange. The leaves themselves had rained down on guests and created a crunch under everyone's feet. Despite Gunthers best efforts, it was impossible to make the land seem full of life. Y/N walked down the aisle of dead leaves with her father, Gunther stared at his bride with a smile on his face. The violins played an ominous tune that Y/N imagined was meant to be a wedding song. When she met Gunther, she felt sick. Ludwig sat in the audience with a scowl. The priest began to speak.
She vowed her obedience, her flesh and blood, her loyalty and life to him and he vowed the same. Soon, it was time to kiss Gunther and Y/N felt as if she'd faint again. She stepped closer to Gunther and he stepped closer to her. "Do not be afraid." He whispered before leaning in slowly and planting a soft kiss on her lips, he held her face there and Y/N's heart fluttered as Ludwig watched with a scowl on his face. It was as perfect as she imagined and every worry she had had washed away like a wave. Gunther kissed her with sweetness and care, as if he had been aching for it and without meaning to, he pulled her closer before he realized what he was doing. They pulled apart. When Y/N opened her eyes she was met with a sweet look on Gunther's face but a hunger in his eyes. They linked arms and walked towards the ballroom, but they did not make it to the ballroom. Gunther had pulled them aside into his study. Before Y/N could say a word he pushed her against the door and gave her another kiss, this time, more passionately.
He held her face closely as if she'd disappear any moment and groaned as if he had been wanting to do this for so long, and truthfully he had. From the very moment he saw her, he wanted her. "What...about...our..guests?" She said in-between kisses. He broke off his kiss and leaned his head on her forehead, he wanted her, but not like this. "You're right." He whispered. He stood up there and fixed himself. "My apologies," his eyes traveled her body once more, flashes of his nude wife had crossed his mind. Gunther put his arm out for her to take and she did. "Let's go." He said. Their reception was strange, though the dull manor now had flowers scattered about, it still seemed so dreary. The violins played their scary tune and Y/N and Gunther danced all night till their feet hurt. By the end of the night, everyone said their goodnights all but one. Ludwig. Naturally, he stayed behind. Y/N had tired herself out from the dancing and the stepping on Gunther's feet occasionally.
The last person had said goodbye to the newlyweds and they gave each other another kiss, Y/N still hadn't gotten used to that part yet. When they turned they were met with Ludwig. Gunthers smile dropped and Y/N stiffened.
"Congratulations," Ludwig said sarcastically. They could both hear the bitterness in his tone and the drunkenness in his words. "Well, I must go." He said stumbling towards them, he nearly tripped but Y/N grabbed his arm. He looked dreadful but his eyes met Y/N's with complete adoration. "Are you sure you're okay to go home?" Asked Y/N concerned, before he could answer Gunther did. "He's fine." Grabbing Ludwig's shoulder roughly and trying to push him towards the door but instead, Ludwig fell. Y/N squealed and kneeled down to check on him, he was fine, just passed out. "Just step over him." Gunther said harshly and Y/N gave him a shocked scowl. Gunther sighed and relented.
"The servants will put him in a room, come along." His tone was no longer sweet and Y/N seemed confused but she got up slowly and went with Gunther upstairs. In their bedroom, Gunther once again undressed Y/N and started her a bath but he was not expecting her to be so hesitant to get in it. "Have I offended you somehow?" Asked Y/N looking up at him. "No, why ever would you think so?" Asked Gunther genuinely. "You seemed cross with me earlier" she admitted making Gunther feel horrible. "If I have vexed you in any way—" but Gunther cut her off. "Of course not sweetheart, you did nothing." He grabbed her hands gently but with much grip. Gunther adored Y/N and the last thing he could possibly want was her thinking he was upset with her. He could never be upset with her, but how was he to tell her the truth? Gunther did say they could share, but Gunther did not expect to truly adore and care for Y/N so much and he did not expect to become such a jealous man. He was hers. When she showed great care and admiration for Ludwig, it sent a fire through his heart.
"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you." Gunther kissed her lips sweetly and turned to leave her in the bathroom but she stopped him. "Will you stay with me?" She asked. Gunther's eyes widened slightly, he'd want nothing more than to see her naked once more but is that what she meant? "I'm too frightened to stay alone." She said which was a half truth. He nodded his head simply and bravely, she began undressing fully in front of him. He looked at her with hungry eyes and he simply could not contain himself. Gunther picked Y/N up and slung her over his shoulder before plopping her down on the bed a little rough. Gunther ripped his tie off and his clothes without care. His pants and shorts were to go next, he stood there naked and intimidating but amazingly handsome everywhere. Y/N eyes traveled but soon he had pounced on her. Gunther kissed Y/N passionately and a bit roughly, his kisses traveled down her neck and down her chest where his mouth immediately found her nipple, she gasped and never felt such pleasure before. A tingle ran through that eased all her worries as he continued to lick and suck on one nipple while toying with the other. The sounds coming from Y/N were music to his ears and he continued to lick and grope her with his big hands, leaving behind handprints wherever he squeezed.
Without much warning, he began trailing kisses all the way down to her clit where he—without giving her time to adjust to the new sensation—began to suck and lick like a starving man. Without meaning to, Y/N tugged on his hair and squeezed his face with her thighs. Her moans echoed in the giant room and the candle seemed to flicker before going out completely, leaving them in just the moonlight. "Gunther.." she moaned and Gunther groaned sending vibrations to her clit that only made the pleasure more intense. He loved the way her name sounded when she said it and it made him even harder. Wetness dripped down Gunther's chin and he had hooked his arms under her legs to pull her even closer to his tongue. With the pressure of his tongue doing circles on her clit and his tight grip on her thighs, Y/N had felt sensations she had never felt before. She gripped his hair tightly and grinded against his tongue building up her orgasm slowly till she was shaking. Her orgasm crashed through her hard and embarrassingly fast, she immediately became sensitive but Gunther did not relent.
"Gunther please...I...I c-can't take anymore..too sensitive." She begged and eventually Gunther moved his head from her thighs. Y/N took ragged breaths but they were cut off by Gunthers lips. "Taste yourself." He demanded in-between passionate kisses, his tongue dominated her mouth and forced her to taste herself on him. Y/N whimpered through the kisses and with one hand, Gunther had lined himself up at her entrance. She broke from the kiss looking him in the eyes.
"I'm nervous..." She whispered.
"Don't be, I'm going to take care of you." He reassured her with a smirk and looking at her as if she was the only thing in the world. Her worried expression still lingered on her face and Gunther lightly caressed her cheek. "Do you trust me?" He asked, his focus now solely being on her comfort more than anything. Y/N did trust him, he was more than kind to her and she adored him. Despite this not being what she imagined for a wedding or for a husband, she did grow in the short amount of time to not find the ordeal as horrible as she originally thought and she did grow to care for Gunther. "Yes." Y/N replied softly and Gunther began kissing her again, he readjusted himself before slowly making his way inside her. The size of him made Y/N feel like she was being stretched beyond anything imaginable, she gripped his shoulders for support. Without meaning to, she had dug her nails deep into his skin as he now fully made his way inside her and paused breathlessly. "Are you okay?" He asked before a groan escaped his lips and he looked down to see himself inside her, it was a sight he had imagined more than a few times while bathing and here he finally was. "Yes..." Y/N whimpered out and that was all Gunther needed to hear.
His thrust were slow and thoughtful as he let Y/N take her time to adjust but the combined sounds of her whimpers and the sound of wetness echoing throughout the room, Gunthers paced picked up and he found it very hard not to just throw her legs over his shoulders and start pounding away. But he was gentleman, and he would take his time with her and restrain himself and he still was more than enjoying himself with his slow and passionate thrust. He leaned down, kissing her ferociously and one hand squeezed her breast before toying with her nipple again. The slight pain had washed away and now more than anything, she never wanted Gunther to leave. Y/N clawed at his shoulders and moaned into their kisses, she wrapped her legs around him which only made him more feral. His thoughtful thrust became harder and he had gripped the pillow behind Y/N's head so hard he had almost ripped it. Soon, Gunther had leaned up from their kiss making Y/N's moans much louder now and her lips miss his dearly.
Gunther grabbed at Y/N's hips with his big hands and as if Y/N weighed nothing, he began sliding her up and down onto his cock with a quickness that nearly knocked the wind out of her. Gunther's breathing was loud and his groans were louder. "Fuck.." he groaned out as he watching himself fuck her with a look of hunger, practically licking his lips. "You're all mine." Gunther groaned with his grip on Y/N's hips getting even harder. "Nobody else could fuck you like this." His thrust became harder and Y/N had been so loud she was sure she'd lose her voice. The pain and pleasure mixed together to make a familiar sensation and Y/N's back arched, her toes curled and she gripped onto the bedsheets tightly.
"Say it," said Gunther breathlessly "Say that you're mine." Gunther commanded, he gave a harsh slap to her ass that made her yelp. "I'm yours." She moaned and that was all Gunther needed to hear before releasing his load inside her. He was breathless and refused to come out of her, he collapsed down onto her but stopped himself from crushing her. He laid on her, trying his best not to put his full weight on her as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to catch her breath. They were both sweaty, exhausted and in desperate need of a bath. Y/N stroked his hair lightly and this made him smile. Before Y/N could say anything, a creak at the door caught both their attentions. Y/N tried to sit up quickly but was unable to with Gunthers weight on her but finally Gunther leaned up to look himself, his eyes narrowed at the door before turning to his frightened bride.
"What was that?!" She said fearfully.
"It was probably just the wind, darling." He said but his eyes went back to the door, staring at it as if he were inspecting it from a distance. "I-I thought we closed that door, how could it have opened?" She said and Gunther eyes turned into a glare at the door. They had closed it. He again turned to Y/N who looked mortified. "I shall go investigate, it will take me no more than a minute." He said but she grabbed his hand and told him she was too scared to be left alone. He kissed her hand and promised that he'd be back and so she let him go but quickly pulled the sheets over herself.
Gunther put his robe on and walked with purpose out the door and down the long corridor, the paintings all seemed to watch and thankfully the moonlight lit the halls because he had left the candleabra with Y/N. He burst into one of the guest rooms. There Ludwig lay asleep with the sheets up to his chin. "I know you're not asleep Ludwig." He said slapping Ludwig across the face who opened his eyes instantly, then without hesitation, Gunther ripped the sheets off of him to reveal Ludwig's naked form. "What is wrong with you?!" Ludwig questioned. "Be a little more subtle next time you want to watch." Gunther said sternly, accusing Ludwig.
"I have no idea what you speak of. I've been asleep—"
"You were never a good liar, Ludwig." Gunther said "Go to sleep and do not bother us again." Said Gunther before beginning to walk away. "Your wife yearns for me." Ludwig said stupidly when Gunther was at the doorway, he stopped in his tracks and took a breath before turning to Ludwig and walking over to him. Ludwig expected another slap. "Like I said, let her come to you." Gunther said sternly. Ludwig rolled his eyes "And how is she ever to do so when you have her pledging her obedience to you?" Said Ludwig, Gunther crossed his arms and tilted his head as he looked at Ludwig. "Well, she is my wife." Gunther pointed out again. "Only because you saw her first, had I, she'd have been mine right now and those delicious sounds would've been for me." Ludwig said bitterly. "How tragic that is for you." Said Gunther sarcastically. "Unfortunately for you, that is not reality. You will just have to wait." Said Gunther, entirely annoyed by his desperate looking friend. "I think what your problem is Ludwig, is that you fear she never will. Even if I were to give you permission right now to go in there and fuck her, you fear she will deny you." Said Gunther making Ludwig scowl.
"It is not me who is afraid, it is you. You fear that if I am to get my hands on her, she will not reciprocate your affections any longer." Ludwig spat. The two men glared at each other. Both hurting each other in just the right spots. Gunthers jaw clenched and to Ludwig's surprise, he turned and stormed out back into the bedroom with Y/N.
"Oh Gunther!" Y/N cried running up to him once he walked through the door, the sound of his name and her embrace calmed him instantly. He sighed into her hair and hugged her tightly. "Was it a ghost?" Y/N asked being completely serious, she was now more than positive that this house was haunted. Gunther snorted. "It was no ghost, mein liebling, just a pest." He muttered the last bit and Y/N looked confused. "Pardon?" She said and he quickly changed the subject. "Let's get you a bath." He said looking down at Y/N's tangled hair, sweaty skin and her legs still dripping from earlier. "I am not the only one who needs it...will you bathe with me?" She asked sweetly. Gunther smirked and carried off to the bathroom without even answering her question. Gunther sat in the tub first and Y/N after, pressing her back against him. He bathed her gently and ran his fingers along all her body, feeling her skin and examining her as if she were the most gorgeous painting. Like always, he did most everything for her. In bed, Gunther held her tightly in an embrace and kissed her face all over making Y/N giggle. It was very unlike Gunther to be so affectionate and to be so vulnerable, vulnerability was for the weak but here he was once again, holding Y/N as she slept and watching her intently as if she'd disappear in his arms.
Their marriage was perfectly perfect. Y/N seemed to bring a lot more energy into the dull home and the servants certainly enjoyed her company, she was a lot nicer to them than Gunther and Ludwig. Gunther had kept his promise on the piano lessons which mostly always ended with her being on top of the piano and Gunther could not help but always have his hands on her in some way always. His study now was the home of a pastel colored armchair of her favorite color where she often sat reading while Gunther worked. He made time for her always and never could say no to her, even for things he absolutely loathed.
Gunther had walked into the foyer one day and was immediately met with a giant rabbit, he was disgusted instantly and immediately called one of his servants.
"Do me a favor and kill this rodent would you? I have no idea how it got in here but dispose of it, or maybe cook it for supper, either way, get it out of my sight now." Gunther said looking down at the rabbit who moved closer towards him, he took a step back.
"But sir—"
"Do as you're told!" Gunther snapped.
"Sir, this is Y/N's." The servant said quickly.
"What?" Gunther said confused.
"This is her pet, she found it in the garden earlier and she has grown quite attached to it. If we killed it, she'd be most devastated, sir." The servant explained and Gunther glared at him and then the rabbit. He stepped over it and barked orders for the servant to pick it up. Gunther found Y/N in his study in her usual chair and when the door opened she smiled brightly. "Oh my love!" She said running up to the rabbit, Gunther was a bit disappointed to find out she wasn't talking about him. She held the rabbit in her arms and snuggled it. Gunther looked disgusted. "Y/N, this rodent probably has millions of diseases, don't touch it." He said and Y/N looked outraged. "Rodent?! How dare you! This is our pet." She said. Gunthers eyebrows shot up. "Oh it's ours now, is it?" He questioned, Y/N looked at Gunther with a scowl while holding the rabbit close. "Y/N, you must release this...thing...back to where it belongs." He said but the look on Y/N's face was not one he liked. He could not say no to her.
"Oh don't be so cruel, I cannot do that. I simply won't! Look how cute it is," she held the rabbit up to Gunther's face who looked as if he smelled something awful. "You cannot really expect me to release it." Y/N frowned and Gunther sighed. "Fine fine, but just...have the servants clean it thoroughly." Gunther always relented and Y/N smiled from ear to ear and hugged Gunther, normally he would've enjoyed this had it not been for the rabbit rubbing on his suit. Y/N kissed Gunther all over his face leaving behind her lipstick marks, his face finally softened.
When she wanted to learn Chess, he taught her. When she wanted to practice piano he did it even when he had more important matters to attend to. He took her on long carriage rides and took her to the beach to fly kites, her laugh rang in his ears like sweet music. Gunther did everything for Y/N in every way, he cared for her and he loved her more than anything in the world.
"What is wrong?" He asked one day seeing her with tears in her eyes as she clutched onto a letter. "My father he... he's been ill and..." Y/N began sobbing and Gunther immediately understood. He quickly walked up to her and wrapped her in his arms, embracing and kissing the top of her head, she let the letter fall to the ground and wrapped her arms around him. He was her comfort. He was her everything and she was his. He cared for her personally, no servants. He comforted her till her grief got better with every passing day.
Y/N seemed shy at parties and balls, she stood behind Gunther feeling out of place and he always held her hand to comfort her. He waltzed with her and taught her dances, he showed her off to everyone and the sun seemed to rise and set on Y/N to Gunther.
He heard the door open, he knew it was her because nobody ever would dare disturb him in his study. In she walked in her white flowing nightgown and Gunthers attention was immediately on her. She walked over to him and immediately plopped down on his lap and he smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Come to distract me from my work?" Gunther teased. "Maybe.." Y/N said lowly and kissed him, she held his face gently and pulled him closer. She felt him harden quickly and smiled into the kiss. Within seconds he had her bent over his desk and pounded away with no mercy. "Is this what you wanted?" Groaned Gunther, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling up upwards towards him. "Hmm?" He said as he kissed her neck. "Yes...God..yes.." she moaned and Gunther had a smug look on his face before he pushed her back down onto the desk and grabbed her hips. As always, he grabbed her hips roughly and fucked her hard and always came inside her but this time he pulled out, grabbed her and spun her around and put her on her knees. He stroked himself until he exploded on her face with a satisfied look on his face.
"You look so beautiful like this." He said stroking himself until he had gotten every last bit out. Since the wedding, he had not given her a break and neither did she to him. They constantly craved each other. Their piano lessons would often end up in Y/N being put on top of the piano, their picnics ended up much the same. What Gunther loved to do the most was take care of her in every way possible which is why when he had to go on a business trip and would be away for the night, he was not happy and neither was she.
"Oh please take me with you, I beg of you please." she begged as he packed his suitcase fearing being left in the soulless home alone. Despite her decorations, there was an eerieness in the home and she often when Gunther was away at work, with the servants for company. "My love, if I could I would but no women are allowed. I'm sorry." And he felt horribly guilty, he knew how Y/N felt being alone in the home and felt even worse that now, she could not be left with her father at the cottage. The servants had their own individual areas down below the manor, they were not usually allowed upstairs unless they were working or if Y/N would let them and she always did but they slept quickly and deeply, all the work getting to them.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he reassured her but just as he had said it, a large thunderclap erupted and shook the chandelier above. She squealed and grabbed onto him. He felt horrible. "Gunther please, I cannot stay here by myself." She begged, and he felt awful but he really couldn't take her and he really couldn't miss this meeting. It was a big business meeting and Gunther would be coming out a much richer man, his plan eventually would be to buy a different home, one Y/N could feel more at home in which is why it was very important that he go but he could not say this.
"You have the servants and the rodent. You will not be alone." He said but he meant it in a far nicer tone than it came out. He sighed then handed his suitcase to his servant to be put in the carriage and turned to Y/N. "My beautiful girl, I am so sorry." He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "If I could take you, I would." But he could see the sad and worried expression that painted her face and he could feel his own heart break. He considered taking her but there would be nowhere to put her, he certainly wasn't going to leave her in a hotel filled with drunken rich men while he went to have his meeting and he couldn't take her into the meeting and he certainly couldn't leave her in the carriage during a horrible storm like this.
"I am so sorry." He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose then her cheeks all over and her lips. Normally this would make her crack a smile and it did but not for long. "It will only be a day and I should be back by the afternoon. Don't you worry, okay?" He said but her response was interrupted by another thunderclap that made her flinch. Gunther felt horrible, he didn't love many things in fact he didn't love anything at all, but Y/N.
Gunther thought of all the ways to make her feel better, to feel less alone and he couldn't think of anything. He had gone to instruct that all the servants keep a watchful eye on Y/N when he saw something dreadful. They had all caught a sickness no doubt from the cold conditions they lived in. They all had to quarantine which meant Y/N really would be alone. He thought, at least she had the rabbit but he knew that wasn't the same. He feared telling her that she really would be alone for the night. The thunder was aggressive and sent flashes throughout the manor like a camera. The sound of rain smacking the window became incredibly loud and Gunther started to feel guilty.
They sat in the study before it was time to go, Y/N sat on his lap with her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, fearing the news he'd have to give her. "I'm sorry." He whispered again as if he had personally made it rain himself. She smiled and told him it was okay but he could see it on her face that she was terrified. A howl came from the back of the manor. It was not uncommon to hear wolves howling but it always unsettled Y/N. She held onto Gunther tighter and that's when an idea came to him but not one he was overly fond of.
"Perhaps Ludwig will stay with you." Gunther said Y/N looked at him strangely. They hadn't spoken to Ludwig in weeks since the wedding and Ludwig had not reached out. "Is he not vexed with me?" Y/N said looking genuinely worried and Gunther could not be more confused. Ludwig couldn't be mad at Y/N even if he tried but then another wave of guilt had hit him. They hadn't seen Ludwig in weeks because of him. And now Y/N was blaming herself not knowing the truth and Gunther was unable to tell it.
"Of course not," Gunther replied "Ludwig could never be upset with you. He has simply been busy, that is all. I shall personally invite him over myself, the drive is the same direction as his home." He said in an annoyed tone attempting to sound neutral but Y/N was not convinced. Before he left, she clung to him like her life depended on it, especially as the thunder became more and more vicious throughout the night. When it was time to finally leave, Y/N hugged Gunther as if he were going to war.
"Do be careful, it is rather ugly outside and come back as soon as you can." Said Y/N as she hugged him tightly. He hugged her just as tight and kissed her forehead. "It will be fine, sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it and Ludwig will be here soon. There is nothing to worry about." Gunther reassured Y/N and even with all the reassurances and kisses, she still did not feel good about being left in the cold home. She kissed him passionately and held his face close to hers, staring at him with nothing but love in her eyes.
"I love you." She said. She had been the first to say it and at first, Gunther would not say it back but every time, he could see the heartbreak in her eyes. He had never loved anything or anyone so it felt strange to say it, Gunther normally wasn't such an affectionate man but eventually he did. "I love you too Y/N, I will see you tomorrow." He kissed her once more before leaving. As promised, he stopped by Ludwig's on the way. It was the longest Ludwig and Gunther had ever gone without speaking and it was clear exactly why Ludwig was staying away. Gunther ran to the door with a newspaper above his head to cover himself from the rain, he knocked on the door. Ludwig's home was far more gaudy and in a much nicer area. One of his servants opened the door and Gunther immediately questioned where Ludwig was, the man pointed to the library and Gunther did not thank him. He walked into the library without knocking and Ludwig did not look up from his book. Gunther cleared his throat and while Ludwig was curious as to why he was there, he did not look up even still.
"What do you want?" Asked Ludwig a bit unkindly.
"Y/N needs you." Said Gunther and Ludwig's head snapped up. He immediately slammed the book down and shot up from his chair, he was in Gunther's face within seconds asking a million questions to see if she got hurt if something had happened. Gunther rolled his eyes at the dramatics. "Calm down, you foolish man." Gunther said "She is fine but she does not wish to be alone and frankly, I do not enjoy leaving her there alone. I am therefore giving you permission to go stay the night with her." And this caught Ludwig's attention, his eyes widened and he wondered if Gunther was saying what he thought he was saying. Ludwig's heart beat fast and images of Y/N's naked form flashed and danced in Ludwig's mind. It was him who was behind the door that night during their wedding night and Gunther had known it all along, he simply was giving his example of how you treat a woman while also showing Ludwig who was really in charge here.
The sounds of Y/N's moans from that night were a nightly tradition for Ludwig, he thought back and replayed the moment in his head over and over till he stroked himself raw. Ludwig felt embarrassment as he semi hardened in his pants and Gunther rolled his eyes. "Just so we're clear, know that whatever happens in my absence is because I let it happen. And if I come back and Y/N is anything but happy, I'll have your head for display." Gunther threatened and Ludwig gulped. They stood there for a moment before Gunther spoke again. "She thinks you are mad at her." He said and Ludwig looked absolutely distraught by the news. Ludwig clutched his chest dramatically. "I could never be upset in any form with her. I stayed away because my heart aches when I see her." Confessed Ludwig and again, Gunther couldn't help but want to roll his eyes again. Ludwig was far too dramatic sometimes.
"Well, you better make it up to her now. She's waiting for you." Gunther said and left Ludwig alone in his library. Ludwig quickly dashed into his carriage and barked orders at his coachmen. He didn't care how much rain there was, he needed to get there as fast as possible.
Back at the manor Y/N was to the point of near heart attack. The rain splattering on the windows loudly and the wind loudly ripping through the trees making a whipping sound while the manor seemed to creak. It was horrid weather and Y/N feared for both Ludwig and Gunther. She wondered if Ludwig would ever come and she prayed for Gunthers safety. Lightning flashed and lit the entire manor before going back to the dim lighting of the candles and thunder erupted so loudly that it shook the chandeliers above her. Y/N was in so much fear anxiously pacing around that her hands shook. Suddenly, a loud shotgun sounding bang had come from upstairs making Y/N scream a bloodcurdling scream. Then another bang from behind her, she turned quickly to be met with the creature of the night she was sure she'd have to face but instead was met with Ludwig. Without hesitation, she ran to him and he opened his arms ready for the embrace and spun her around in joy. "Ludwig, you came! I was so frightened." She cried and Ludwig held her tightly as if she'd disappear any moment. His face buried in her hair and his eyes closed as he deeply inhaled her sweet scent. "Of course I came Y/N my sweet, I can not stay away from you." He said truthfully and hugged her so tight she felt as if she had still had her corset on.
Their embrace lasted what seemed like forever until he finally let go to look at her face. Ludwig smiled and practically squished her face with his hands and kissed Y/N on the forehead. He missed her dearly but soon their reunion was cutoff by another loud bang from upstairs and Y/N once more ran into Ludwig's arms. He held onto her tightly and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him. "There is something frightful up there, I know it!" She said but Ludwig was not too convinced. He began walking upstairs but Y/N grabbed his hand to stop him. "I promise you Y/N, there is nothing up here to frighten you." He said walking up the long staircase but Y/N again tried to stop him. The amounts of lighting had lit the way for them without a candle and with every flash Y/N fully expected to see a creature or perhaps the undead. They walked towards where the sound was coming from and Y/N held Ludwig's hand nervously. Finally, they entered one of the guest rooms and found that one of the windows had burst open due to the wind. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief but she was still not all too convinced that the house did not have spirits.
Ludwig closed the window and turned to the shivering woman. "Let's get you to a fireplace." He smiled taking her hand. They walked down the long hall with the paintings and Y/N avoided their gaze. "They look as if they watch me." Y/N commented, Ludwig turned to the paintings and then looked at Y/N. "That is Gunther's family. " He said and Y/N looked surprised. She never knew this but she supposed it was because she never asked, she did not like those paintings but now she felt a bit guilty for always commenting on their creepiness.
"I never knew he had family, where are they?" Y/N asked.
"Dead. Died in this house in fact." Ludwig said causally as he walked her carefully down the stairs but Y/N stopped in her place. "What?! They died here? Why did nobody tell me?" Asked Y/N, Ludwig was amused by this. Much like Gunther, he could not imagine being afraid of ghosts as an adult, the entire thing seemed ridiculous to him but he adored Y/N very much so he did not say this. "Did you ever ask?" Questioned Ludwig and Y/N felt guilty. She never did have much personal conversation with Gunther but that was simply because he did not seem like a personal conversation kind of man. Y/N talked of her life plenty but never once asked his and she had now felt like an awful wife, a thought she voiced to Ludwig.
"Do not worry Y/N, you are perfect. You are right in thinking that he would not share these details with you. He is not an emotional man as I'm sure you know by now." Ludwig said gently guiding her back to the fireplace to warm her up. They began walking again and the guilt Y/N felt was immeasurable. "And what of your family?" Asked Y/N, Ludwig did not look at her as they kept walking through the large manor. "Dead as well." He said simply "A sickness had gone around and they died a little after Gunther's family did. I was the only child so I only had my parents and then afterwards, I only had Gunther. He is like an older brother of sorts to me. Even when we fight. We buried our families together in the back of the manor." Ludwig said as if it were casual conversation but a chill ran through Y/N's body and she had never been more scared in her life.
When they arrived at the large fireplace, Ludwig began to light it as Y/N sat on the rug in front of it. She stared up at the fireplace and noticed a shadow of what looked to be like a picture taken down from the wall. "Was there a picture there?" She asked and Ludwig looked up. "Most likely, there were many pictures in this house. Gunther had taken them all down and only left the ones in the corridor up." Said Ludwig. When the fire was finally lit, Y/N felt a sense of warmth and comfort but still felt scared as the thunder continued. Ludwig sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. She laid her head on his shoulder and he laid his head on hers. She missed Ludwig very much but the guilt she felt near him was awful. It's all Y/N ever felt now, guilt. She felt guilty for having to leave her father behind, guilty for her feelings towards Ludwig and now guilty that she had never even bothered to ask her husband about his family.
Soon, a light thud caught Y/N's attention behind her and she was relieved to see it was just her rabbit. She smiled and grabbed it, plopping the large rabbit on her lap. "Ludwig look," she said smiling at the sweet rabbit before meeting Ludwig's eyes and much like Gunther, he looked disgusted. "Oh don't tell me you hate pets too." Y/N said rolling her eyes. What kind of people didn't like pets? But then Y/N gave it some thought. Perhaps the kind of people that didn't like pets were the kind of people that had dead families and no time for such frivolous things. At the cottage, Y/N had had all sorts of pets and various animals wandering about but she could now understand why Gunther and Ludwig never did.
"I never had a pet." Ludwig said confirming what Y/N already thought but to her surprise, he pet the large rabbit but at his touch, it hopped away. "I'm surprised he let you keep that thing. He clearly loves you very much" Ludwig said making Y/N frown. Gunther did love her very much and yet her heart was between two people. Ludwig saw her face and immediately reacted. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked once again pulling her closer. The guilt cut through her like knives but the passion and crave for his touch was too much to handle. "I.. Ludwig I must confess something." She said turning to him. He listened intently. "I...I..." She couldn't believe what she was about to say, but she simply couldn't take it anymore, she had to get it off her chest. "I want you. I need you and I love you very much. I ache for you and I crave you and God... Ludwig...I just need you inside me." She said grabbing his shoulders and Ludwig could no longer contain himself.
Ludwig was on her within a matter of seconds. He kissed her and grabbed at her nightgown so roughly that he had ripped the soft fabric and it ripped with a loud dramatic tear. Y/N gasped but there was no time to comprehend what was happening because within seconds, Ludwig had his mouth attached to her breast and with his other hand gripping the other. Y/N moaned and gently leaned back to lay down on the rug. Ludwig quickly took off all his clothes and immediately went back to working on her breast. His fingers worked their way down to her clit and she began to moan, saying his name like a chant and Ludwig had never been so hard in his life. He moved from her breast to kissing her mouth and he slipped his tongue into her mouth as he rubbed her till she dripped down to the rug. Ludwig could wait no longer, he grabbed his hard cock and lined himself up with her and plunged into her making them both gasp.
"You're so wet.." Ludwig whimpered, he honestly looked as if he'd cry from the pleasure and Y/N had never been more pleased. "You're so beautiful...fuck..I've wanted you for so long." Ludwig moaned and began to kiss Y/N again and he did not unleash himself from her mouth as he pounded away. The sounds that came from the two and the sounds of skin smacking were lewd and loud and they echoed throughout the manor. Ludwig kissed Y/N passionately and lovingly, even his thrust seemed to be done with love.
As he fucked her, he rubbed her clit in the process until she felt her orgasm building up. "Cum on my cock. Please please please Y/N, cum on me." Ludwig begged, his pleading made her feel that familiar feeling and her toes began to curl. Soon enough, her orgasm had hit and Ludwig groaned. He reached down to caress her face. "You look so pretty when you cum." He praised. Ludwig's thrust became sloppy and his kisses were even sloppier, he kissed her neck sweetly and very stupidly leaving a mark. Y/N knew that this was a terrible thing to do and so did Ludwig but he could not help himself. She was as much his as she was Gunthers and he would be more than willing to fight for her.
"Y/N," Ludwig moaned "God...I'm gonna cum...can I please...cum in your mouth?" Even deep inside, he was still a gentleman and Y/N nodded her head. Ludwig smiled and his thrust became quicker until finally he pulled out quick and grabbed the back of Y/N's head pulling her upwards and putting his cock in her mouth and practically down her throat. She choked before feeling hot cum pouring down her throat. Ludwig was sweet tasting and his whimpering only made Y/N enjoy it more as she began to suck on him till she got every last drop. Ludwig nearly cried at the overstimulation but it had felt so good until he had to detach himself from her. They both collapsed onto the rug next to each other breathlessly and sweating and the guilt had not yet reached Y/N. Ludwig reached over and grabbed Y/N's hand, kissing her knuckles.
"You're so perfect." He said through ragged breaths. Y/N couldn't help but smile. She rolled over and laid on his chest. They were both so exhausted that they had accidentally fallen asleep. Ludwig held her in his arms and had nothing but sweet dreams, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with a familiar stare. He jumped as standing above them was Gunther with his usual scowl and Ludwig's jumping caused Y/N to wake up. She looked around confused before also seeing Gunther. She immediately got to her feet and ran to him, usually she'd hug him but she stopped herself. Relief and fear struck her, relief that he was okay and fear of his reaction to his cheating wife. Y/N immediately burst into tears and Gunthers expression softened. To her surprise, Gunther hugged his naked wife and Ludwig began to put his clothes back on.
"What happened to your meeting?" Ludwig asked, just as fearful as Y/N was. Granted, he was given permission but Gunther's mood could switch very fast. "The weather was too bad, I had to turn back." He replied as Y/N sobbed in his arms, confused on how he could be so calm. "I'm so sorry Gunther, I love you. I'm a terrible wife, I really am. I have broken our vows and I didn't even ask about your family and I've just been awful." She sobbed and the two men stared at her sympathetically.
"Y/N, it's... alright." Gunther said rubbing her back. Y/N's tears stopped for a moment. Why were they so calm about this? She looked up at him, Ludwig came over and put his shirt on Y/N noticing she was shivering but her gaze stayed on Gunther. "Alright? What do you mean alright? You have just caught me with your best friend, I am your wife...yell at me..do something...this is not alright." She said staring at him confused. "I knew it was going to happen." Gunther said and Ludwig looked down at his feet avoiding eye contact with the both of them.
"Y-you knew I'd betray you?—"
"It is not betrayal if I allow it. Do you think I'd let any other man touch you without my approval?" Gunther said sternly. And Y/N looked confused, what was he talking about? She looked between both men and while Gunther stood confident in his words, Ludwig pretended that he was too busy putting his clothes on. "Explain yourself." She demanded while looking at Gunther and he did so without fear. "I gave Ludwig permission to fuck you. It is that simple. Ludwig and I have shared everything together and when I saw your picture on your father's desk and wanted you as my bride, I told Ludwig that we'd share. What I didn't expect...was to grow to love you so much. I do not love many things, I never have and never will, but I love you and I would've never put you in an uncomfortable situation. But it is clear as day my love, your affections for me are the same as your affections for Ludwig. So do not feel guilty because you have not done anything." Gunther confessed and Y/N looked shocked. Share her? She'd be lying if she said she didn't think about it more than once but she didn't expect it to come true. A part of her was relieved because she did love them both very much, she loved her husband dearly, but a part of her was outraged at this news being shared with her only after the fact.
"You both mean to say that you both knew, and you let me feel guilty." She asked and both men quickly jumped to the defense. "We're sorry." Said both men at the same time, they gave each other a quick glance before looking at Y/N. "I have felt horrible for weeks and neither one of you cared to share this information with me!" She argued but Gunther raised his eyebrow, he walked up to her towering over her intimidatingly. "Would you have preferred if I had told you that me and Ludwig were going to take turns fucking you or rather, seeing how much you can fit in that tight hole? Hmm? Is that what you have wanted to hear? Because I think...if I had told you the truth you wouldn't have been so keen on the idea. Think of this as easing you into it." Gunthers tone was condescending and she glared at him, but the heat of his words made Y/N soaked again. It is exactly what she wanted but he was right, if they had told her earlier on, it would've scared her off....or would it have? She was unsure but what she was sure of is that she loved both men very much.
"I think you're both insane." She looked up at Gunther and he smirked, his eyes flicked up towards Ludwig's for a moment before looking back down at Y/N. "Maybe so." Gunther said "So I'll give you two options, we can all go to bed and forget about this or we can fuck the guilt right out of you." He said. Y/N gulped, her breathing became heavier and her eyes grew wide. "Which is it, Y/N?" Gunther said holding her face gently. "Well...I don't much appreciate feeling guilty, it seems you two have some making up to do." Y/N said quietly and that was all Gunther needed to hear, he grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder like he had done so many times before. "Come, Ludwig." Gunther called out and Ludwig did not have to be told twice.
Gunther threw Y/N down to the bed and she stared up at both of them. Both looked at her hungrily and smug. Ludwig turned to Gunther with a pleading look and Gunther nodded, within a second Ludwig was on Y/N and kissing her. Gunther stroked himself and watched at Y/N's pleased face. It was without a doubt the most pleasurable experience Y/N had ever had and Y/N began to beg for Gunther to join and he very much enjoyed the enthusiasm. They both flicked their tongues on a nipple and sucked on them individually and Y/N moaned holding both their heads in place. Both men kissed their way down Y/N's body, Gunthers kisses were rough and dominating while Ludwig's were sweet and hungry. When both men found their way to her clit, Y/N had never been so loud. The sensation of both tongues and hot mouths teasing and sucking her clit was enough to make her cum more than once, each man took a leg and spread Y/N open, lapping away at her hungrily. They both fingered her at the same time and groaned into her. Y/N came fast and hard once more and Gunther was more than satisfied with this. Both men worshiped her body but as Ludwig continued to eat out the woman he adored while Gunther sat up and smiled looking at her face. Her makeup has smeared, sweat covered her face and her hair began sticking to her forehead and even so, she looked perfect. He grabbed Ludwig harshly and pulled him off of her and pushed him to lay next to her. With ease, he took Y/N and plopped her on top of Ludwig, she lay collapsed on his chest breathing heavy while Gunther instructed Ludwig to put himself inside her and so he did and Ludwig groaned immediately. Ludwig grabbed Y/N's hips and began sliding her up and down his cock. Gunther watched, stroking himself before getting behind Y/N, he grabbed her ass harshly which made her yelp, now with both hands on her ass, he spread her wide just to watch her get fucked by Ludwig before he himself shoved his cock in her already stretched hole. With both men inside her, Y/N had never felt so stretched before and was now having seconds thoughts of whether could take it or not.
Both men groaned loudly. Uttering praises to her as they fucked her senseless. "You're doing so well. Look how much cock you're taking." Ludwig groaned softly, his hand came up to stroke her hair gently as Ludwig felt himself about to cum. "Is this what you wanted, Y/N?" Asked Gunther but when he didn't hear a quick enough response, he slapped her ass harshly until she finally responded with an enthused yes. "Fuck... Fuckfuckfuck...I'm gonna cum" Ludwig whimpered and Gunther immediately snapped his head up. "You will not cum until I do." Ordered Gunther and Ludwig made a sound that was closer to a cry. The combination of Y/N's sweet moans with the sounds of her wetness coating both men's cocks and echoing throughout the room was enough to make Gunther cum no matter how much he tried to hold off himself just to make the moment last longer.
"Please please please...." Ludwig whimpered unable to hold it for much longer but knowing he had too. Gunther groaned and finally, he gave Ludwig permission and they both filled her up till she dripped with both men's cum. "Oh my God...." Y/N moaned, the sensation of being filled up by both men at the same time felt like heaven to her. The exhaustion in the room was inevitable but Gunther was the first to really catch his breath as he had great stamina. He pulled out of Y/N which made both Ludwig and Y/N make slight noises before he got up and started a bath for Y/N. Gunther always took care of her, especially after sex. Ludwig still laid there inside her, his heart pumped fast yet he stayed there stroking her hair gently. "You did such a good job." Ludwig praised quietly as he hugged her weakly. Soon after, Gunther came and pulled Y/N off of Ludwig and carried her bridal style to the bath. Y/N was weak and tired, Gunther bathed her gently and praised her the entire time. When her bath was done, he snapped at Ludwig to scoot over so he could put Y/N in the middle. Almost instantly, Y/N fell asleep from the exhaustion and both men watched her with smiles on their faces. Admittedly, they were exhausted themselves and in the end, they both snuggled Y/N closely till they both fell asleep.
Warnings: smut, age gap, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol.
"oh God, you got professor Hahn, good luck." Y/N's friend said to her in an unusual serious tone as Y/N read her class schedule off of her laptop while they video chatted. Y/N was a perfect student and never worried about any professor so she took this with a grain of salt, that was until her friend told her about how many people had dropped his classes and how almost every student failed. "Look up his professor reviews, they all say the same thing. He's literally so mean dude, I would just drop it as soon as you can." Her friend advised. And she was right, not a single person had anything nice to say about the professor.
So Y/N set a plan in motion, she would go to the first class and if she didn't like it then she'd request a switch. The first day was nerve-wracking always, despite having attended the school for three years, she still got nervous trying to find the right rooms. Her first classes went fantastic and Y/N by this point had completely forgotten why she was so worried in the first place, that was, until it was time for Professor Hahn's class.
She walked in and sat down not seeing the Professor, the class was half empty as it seemed his reputation had lived on throughout the years, making people drop out before they even attended a class. She grabbed her books from her backpack and put them on the desk with the rest of her things neatly next to them. She heard whispers from her peers of how much they heard about the professor and his strictness but weren't allowed to switch classes and her worry began to consume her. It was a minute till it was time for the class to officially begin, she wondered if he would be late but there was a part of her hoping he wouldn't show up at all.
But there he was, right there on the dot, the man walked in wearing a suit with a very long coat and setting his briefcase down on his desk with a scowl on his face. He walked to the front of the class and stared at his new students, all the same lazy looking people, he was unimpressed.
"I am professor Hahn, you will only refer to me as that. I will be handing out a syllabus with what you can expect from this class and what I expect of you as my students." He said strictly handing out the sheets. The students lazily took them and as always they began whispering amongst themselves about the rules he had. It was the same every year, he knew he wasn't well liked but he didn't care. He was here to teach, not be friends.
Y/N read the syllabus in shock. The man was strict almost to the point of seeming cruel. There was no eating in his class which Y/N agreed with but then she read the rest of the list. There would be no late work at all even with the exception of deaths or hospitalizations or imprisonment, he did not allow being late at all with no exceptions including car accidents or flat tires or literally anything that could happen to anyone, the rest of the list grew more and more ridiculous. Y/N had come to one conclusion: the man was insane. Her eyes scanned the long lists of rules and demands and she immediately knew she'd be switching classes.
Despite the rules, Y/N did not find the class as boring as her peers. The man spoke with a passion as he paced around the room, speaking about the first assignment they'd be reading. A student in the front of class dozed off and when the professor had caught him, he slammed a large textbook down in front of the boy which rang thunderously in the classroom, everyone flinched and the boy nearly fell out of his chair.
"Out." Professor Hahn said. The boy looked confused and began to argue but the professor quickly shut him down. "I said get out! There is no sleeping in here, if you want to sleep you can do that in your house." The boy grabbed his bag frustratedly and walked out of class. The students whispered among themselves, Y/N sat there staring at the man almost horrified. He was incredibly strict but even so, Y/N was a good student and never got in trouble, so she was not as worried as her peers.
This however did not stop her from trying to change classes, unfortunately, he was the only professor teaching that specific course so Y/N would just have to with deal it. The first week was torture, he was harsh and unforgiving, even going as far as to ban the student who fell asleep in his class from ever coming back. By the second week, Y/N was sure the man was crazy.
"Genuinely, I think he enjoys being evil." Said Y/N to her best friend as they stood in line at the campus store. Her friend laughed and took a sip of her iced coffee. "Maybe he does, maybe that's his thing." She joked back. "Well thing or not, he's such an asshole." Y/N said loudly, her friend laughed till she looked behind Y/N.
"Y/N—"
"I mean seriously, he's insane. It's like he didn't get enough hugs as a kid or something. Do you know, he gave me a C on my paper. That paper was flawless—"
"Y/N!" her friend hissed in a warning tone elbowing her in the arm harshly, Y/N looked confused and stared at her friend, her friend made wide eyes and moved them towards behind Y/N which made her turn around and be confronted with the worst possible scenario. "Oh! Professor Hahn...hi" Y/N said awkwardly "What a coincidence, we were just talking about you." Y/N said stupidly. As always, he looked intimidating and unamused with everything.
"Yes, I heard." He said simply.
Y/N stood there awkwardly, unsure whether or not to apologize or say a polite goodbye and run. "I was actually meaning to talk to you about your paper and what I think you could've done better for next time. You know, since I'm such an asshole." He said sarcastically but certainly not in a light tone. Y/N's face went bright red and the people around started to stare, they knew how harsh Professor Hahn was and they knew better than to intervene.
"Professor, I'm so so—"
"If you like to discuss your paper in a more respectable manner, you can meet me during my office hours." Said the professor before simply walking away. Y/N felt embarrassed, she definitely didn't mean for him to hear that and now she had just put herself on his radar. Normally, she was a good student in every class, an A+ student, but in professor Hahn's class she might as well have been showing up in pajamas and forgetting to do her essays with the way he graded her assignments. She was certain that little comment just ruined her chances of ever passing that class as he seemed to be specifically targeting her now. Y/N debated with herself if it was a genuine dislike or if she was just paranoid.
"Hobb's argued that humans are self-interested, that they all have a desire for power," he paced around the front of his class speaking in a passionate and strong tone, none of which was appreciated by the students in front of him, all minus one staring back at him. "Without authority, there will be chaos. Human nature takes over, so we must give up our natural instinct for safety and security." He finished. The bored faces stared back at him. Some had tuned him out as soon as they got into the class, some were clearly trying to hide headphones behind their hair or hoodies but one student who seemed to be the only one genuinely listening. He looked over at her and her eyes went slightly wide.
"Miss Y/L/N," He called out to her. Her heart sank. "Do you agree?" The professor asked slowly making his way towards her. "Yes and no." She said. Professor Hahn raised his eyebrow. "That is not a answer. You either agree, or you don't." The professor finally stood in front of her, staring down at her as she looked up at him from the long table. "It's not that simple." Said Y/N back. The professor crossed his arms and stared down at her with a face that Y/N could only imagine was an annoyed one but he always looked like that, so she couldn't really tell.
"Explain yourself." He said simply.
"Well, sure, I think as a society we need some kind of authority but not all authority is good authority and if we give certain people that power over ourselves, that also causes chaos." Y/N answered.
Professor Hahn slightly tilted his head and looked at Y/N with an expression she once again couldn't make out, he turned his heel and walked back to the front of the class who still seemed uninterested. He spoke passionately once more about the topic before demanding a lengthy essay that finally got the rest of the students attention, they groaned and sighed collectively which earned a glare from the harsh professor who very much did not take too kindly to the reaction.
"Let me ask you all something," he started. "How many of you have jobs?" He asked, the class all hesitated but eventually the majority of them raised their hands. "And how many of you have your own apartment?" A few hands went down. "And everybody in this room is over 18, correct?" The class murmured collectively as they agreed, still not sure where this was going. "So you're all adults, with adult lives and jobs...yet you act like this in my class." The room went silent. "Like a bunch of whiney children. Brats. Do you act like this at your jobs when they tell you to do a task? Do you act like this when it is time to pay rent?" He paced back and forth slowly staring down at the students in front of him. As always, much like every year before, he was disappointed. This was the future? He was disgusted.
Nobody said anything, feeling slightly scolded and annoyed. The professor then tripled the size of the essay and demanded it be turned in tonight on a Friday night. Y/N was convinced he knew this was an impossible task and he was just looking to punish them and she was slightly annoyed she had been roped into this punishment despite not having done anything. The class practically jumped to their feet when it was time to leave, all whispering about how much they hated the professor until it was safe to speak in a louder tone. Y/N was the last to leave class, they briefly made eye contact before she had left.
When she was home she decided that she'd get started, she didn't mind writing big essays especially when it was a topic she herself was passionate about. Within an hour she was more than halfway done and feeling proud of herself. Her phone began ringing and slightly startled her. She looked down to see who it was and immediately picked up.
"Hey girl, what you doing?" Her best friend asked.
"I'm doing this huge essay professor Hahn assigned for us and he wants it turned in tonight. Everybody in class pissed him off and so this is what we have to do now but I'm actually mostly done with it." Y/N rambled to her friend who wasn't entirely interested about the essay as she had other plans more exciting she wanted to share.
"Well hurry up dude because we're going out tonight." Said her best friend, Y/N raised her eyebrow and finally made eye contact with her friend over the phone. "We are?" Y/N questioned. "Of course we are." Said her friend wondering how a young girl could possibly forget it was a Friday night but Y/N always remained the more responsible of the two unless it came to sense of humor or crushes. "Remember last week where you were doing an essay again and you promised we'd go bar hopping tonight?" Y/N did remember and suddenly felt a wave of guilt. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Okay, give me like 30 minutes and I'll be ready." Said Y/N finishing up her essay and citations. Her friend squealed and immediately hopped off her bed showing off the millions of different outfit choices she had picked out. Within in the next hour they were both dressed up and heading out to downtown to go to the local bars.
"And you've gotta get drunk tonight, none of this sipping drinks Y/N, I wanna see you chug that shit." Her friend joked and Y/N agreed, she could use a drink. They began with a couple of beers and then as the night became slightly more fuzzy, they began drinking cocktails. Y/N couldn't remember the last time she was drunk but she was having a great time, this was exactly what she needed. Both girls drunkenly sang karaoke in front of a less pleased audience, they tripped over each other, they played pool and were having a genuinely good time.
"Oh shit!" Y/N laughed as she sent a pool ball flying under a table and accidentally hitting a man. Both the girls laughed endlessly till their stomachs hurt and Y/N stumbled over to the table and crawled under it without thinking, grabbing the ball and stumbling back up, ready to apologize to the poor man she had just nearly knocked out with a pool ball.
"I am so sorry—oh shit! Professor Hahn?!" Y/N said a little too loudly for his liking and way too slurred. His face was the same as always, angry. "What are you doing here?!" She asked gripping onto the table as to not fall over.
"Well, I was enjoying my whiskey." He said dryly staring at his drunk student. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the situation, she had just hit her notoriously mean professor with a pool ball. What possibly could be funnier than that to a drunken person. The professor was less amused.
"God I am so sorry really. I'm just a little bit tipsy, I did not mean to hit you on purpose." Y/N said in a completely slurred tone that showed the professor she was more than a little bit tipsy. "I see. Well perhaps you should get back to your friend." He said. Truthfully, he had noticed her an hour ago, she had gone from the normally quiet student he knew to your typical drunk college girl very quickly and her singing was awful.
"Yeah, I definitely should. But again, I am so sorry for hitting you and also for crawling under the table and spilling my drink on your fancy shoes and pants." Confessed Y/N making the professors face turn into a flare, he looked under the table and noticed the puddle around his shoes, she hardly spilled anything but it was still annoying.
"Wanna hear something good though?" Y/N had extended her stay, what could've been a quick apology had now turned into Y/N forcing conversation onto Professor Hahn who was hoping she'd just go away.
"No." He responded, Y/N frowned.
"Well I'm gonna tell you anyway," Y/N began wobbling and gripped onto the table tighter before deciding that the issue was her uncomfortable shoes, she took them off and sat next to the professor who did not like this at all.
"This is highly inappropriate Ms. Y/L/N." He said glaring at her and scooting away from her. Normally if his students did see him in public, they'd avoid him at all cost, this whole interaction would be a first for him. Y/N was drunk and talkative, not realizing the situation of how much she'd regret this later.
"How? It's not like I'm sitting on your lap or anything, I'm sitting next to you. Lighten up." For the first time, the professor had no response he just stared at her, shocked at the vulgarity in her statement. "I finished my essay." She said proudly taking another large sip of her drink, this snapped the professor back into reality, and he looked at her skeptically.
"Did you?" He genuinely asked, he knew when he assigned that essay it'd be impossible to finish and not only had she apparently finished it, she had time to go to the bar as well. He didn't believe it, he checked his assignment inbox on his phone and was surprised to see she had turned it in and it was exactly the word count he asked for. Y/N had accidentally taken to leaning closer to look at his phone, seeing her assignment there, she had a huge smile on her face.
"Ms. Y/L/N, are you incapable of understanding personal space?" He asked looking at her, her face was entirely too close and he could just smell the alcohol and perfume on her. Her makeup had begun to smudge and the look in her eyes told him that she would be feeling very sick the next day. She leaned away from. "Sorry but SEE!" She shouted a bit too loudly for his liking. "I turned in my assignment and looks like I'm the only one." She smiled while once again looking at his phone and being entirely too nosey. He turned the phone off and put it back in his pocket.
"Yes well, just because it's turned in on time doesn't mean it's good." Said the professor earning an offended look from Y/N. "It is good! My essays are good! You're just—" but Y/N stopped herself, drunk or not she would not insult her professor again but he caught on instantly. "Just what? An asshole as you so politely put it before?" Y/N normally would be embarrassed but that last sip of her drink had hit her worse and she seemed to have doubled down.
"I was gonna say a dick, but yes. You're an asshole. You knew nobody was going to turn that essay in, that it would be impossible but you did it anyway because you're short-tempered and my essays, are perfect by the way." Y/N rambled on drunkenly staring at her professor crossed armed, his once cold expression now having a faint smile on it.
"Short-tempered? I didn't realize you knew me so well." He said sarcastically taking a swig of his whiskey. "And your essays Ms. Y/L/N are not perfect, they're mediocre." He said being completely satisfied with offending her. "You claim that the essay was an impossible task yet, you finished it yourself. So why can't your peers do the same?" He swirled his whiskey in the glass not looking at Y/N but he could just feel the outrage.
"Mediocre?! Are you insane? How are my essay mediocre?!" She said completely ignoring what he asked.
"Perhaps instead of constantly debating me and the points made in my class, you could maybe take the constructive criticism and use it." Professor Hahn drank his last bit of whiskey and tried to ignore Y/N hoping she would go away but instead, she had gone on a very loud rant but thankfully the bar was already loud so nobody could hear just how loud she was being.
"I don't debate you. You asked me a question and I answered! And mediocre is not constructive criticism, that's just rude!"
"You know Ms. Y/L/N, when I came out tonight I intended to have a small drink and relax, not get harassed by my drunk student." But that didn't matter, the alcohol had gotten to Y/N and she was annoyed.
"Well that sucks for you, because you don't deserve to relax, and I don't debate you!" Y/N slurred out, the light mood of earlier completely disappearing on her.
"And what exactly do you call what you're doing right now?" Asked the professor.
"This isn't a debate, I'm just yelling at you."
He didn't want to give it to her but it did make him chuckle. Y/N began to say another thing before her friend came up and grabbed her arm.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized "And she's sorry too!" Her friend tugged at Y/N who seemed to not want to get up. "Don't listen to her because I'm not sorry." Said Y/N, her friend pulled her harder and began cursing at her pulling her back to the pool table. Her friend scolded her but softened up and laughed at the situation which made Y/N laugh too.
"I can't believe you just did that." Joked her best friend.
"Neither can I. But maybe it's about time somebody cusses his ass out."
The girls laughed and did more rounds of pool, using the jukebox to play their favorite songs over the bar speaker and singing obnoxiously loud. The professor every now and then looked over. She was obnoxious, a trait he did not like. The professor took a cigar out from his coat pocket and cut the end off before lighting it, looking down at his phone at the only complete essay that was turned in. Not too long after did he feel a familiar feeling on his leg, he looked under the table and noticed a pool ball. He grabbed it and looked up to see Y/N already there but not as amused as she once was before.
"I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose." Said the professor holding the ball up.
"Don't flatter yourself." Said Y/N snatching it harshly and going back to the pull table.
The night ended at about 3AM for the girls, they stumbled outside the bar laughing and chugging waters hoping it would help the incoming hangover. It did not.
Y/N woke up with the sun shining in her eyes too brightly and her head pounding. Her clothes from the night before were still on and her shoes had been in completely different directions from each other suggesting that she had kicked them off harshly and without care and climbed into bed. She opened her nightstand and immediately grabbed the ibuprofen bottle shaking it lightly till a singular pill landed in her hand. She groaned and rubbed her head before grabbing the water bottle that sat on her nightstand crushed with the paper logo ripped off and painted with lipstick from the night before. She took the pill and sighed.
She laid back in bed trying to sleep off the hangover. After a less than stellar nap she got up groggily before making herself a simple toast with butter and heading for a much needed shower. With her towel wrapped around her and her hair air drying she checked her phone, her friend had left her a message saying she had gotten home safe but Y/N accidentally didn't reply. The phone rang and her friend answered looking in much worse shape than Y/N was.
"Oh good you're alive." Said her friend in a scratchy voice. Y/N was happy she did not spend her morning being sick to her stomach. "Yeah sorry I passed out yesterday and forgot to text. How you feeling?" Y/N asked. "Like shit." Replied her friend pulling her comforter practically over her face. "Yeah same but at least we had fun though." Y/N tried to lighten the mood. Her friend smiled weakly. "Yeah we did, you had a little more fun than me though." Said her friend finally sitting up and groaning as she rubbed her forehead.
"What do you mean?" Said Y/N slightly concerned.
"You don't remember? Dude you cussed out your professor." Y/N's heart suddenly sank as her memories came flooding back to her of her professor at the bar. Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.
"Oh God.." said Y/N.
"Yeah dude, I had to pull you away and everything." As her friend retold the story, Y/N thought of how desperately she wanted to avoid the professor. Unfortunately faking her death was not an option but she did consider it. The weekend seemed to fly by and by Monday, Y/N debated if maybe faking her death wasn't as ridiculous as she originally thought. She walked into the classroom quickly and avoided eye contact but he noticed her right away. She sat in the back as always but this time she didn't look at him not once.
"As expected, most of you did not do the assignment. In fact, only one of you did." He said sternly. "And even that wasn't good." His slight dig made Y/N finally look at him with a shocked and angered expression. Not good? How could that be possible? For the rest of the lesson Y/N did not hear a single word he said. When it was time to leave, Y/N marched straight to his desk.
"Not good?" She questioned.
"Ms. Y/L/N, come to harass me again." He said not even bothering to make eye contact with him.
"How is it not good? I wrote exactly what you asked and did the impossible word count. In fact I actually think I'm like three words over the word count." Y/N said frustratedly.
"Three words, impressive." His voice dripped with sarcasm and Y/N's anger could not handle it anymore. Her essays were fine, he clearly had something out for her. "I urge you to bore somebody else with your incessant whining." He shooed her away dismissively while still not making eye contact which made Y/N's blood boil. Without thinking, she slammed his laptop down. His eyes immediately snapped at Y/N and his face now showed nothing but anger as he rose from his chair with a quickness and towered over Y/N.
"What the hell is your problem—"
"You want to know what my problem is? You. You're the problem and much like your peers, you have absolutely no respect for authority. You're whiney and entitled and can't handle any sort of criticism at all." He snapped. His mention of authority reminded her of their previous lesson.
"I—" Began Y/N but was quickly cut off.
"This is not a debate. Your essay was weak, it was poorly written. I will not praise you for the absolute bare minimum of turning it in." He walked around his desk and now met her face to face, despite the height difference, Y/N's glare remained strong and she did not once drop eye contact.
"Now get out of my face Ms. Y/L/N and if you ever touch my things again—"
"You'll what?" Questioned Y/N, and the professor paused. His anger got the better of him always but he knew better than to threaten a student, that said, in his entire time of teaching he had never had a student have such audacity. They hadn't realized it but a few students and professors had been looking over into the classroom to see their altercation, professor Hahn knew how this looked and immediately walked to his desk, not willing to risk his livelihood on a stupid student. Y/N glared at him before turning around and noticing her small captive audience, feeling embarrassed now she walked away quickly and passed the nosey onlookers making sure to avoid eye contact.
"I hate him so much genuinely." Said Y/N setting the hot pizza box down on her coffee table and opening it so that her friend could take a slice. Her ranting had distracted her from pizza. "I can't believe you slammed his computer." Said her friend with food in her mouth. Y/N thought back to the whole thing and perhaps she was just as short-tempered as he was. But nevertheless, it was clear that he didn't like her and she was sure he was grading her papers wrong on purpose.
"Maybe it's because you called him an asshole on the first week." Theorized her friend. "Or that time you yelled at him at the bar." Her friend laughed but there was a twinge of guilt Y/N felt, she had insulted him on more than one occasion but that was personal, her work had nothing to do with that. By the next day, rumors had swirled around that professor Hahn had yelled at a student which then quickly spiraled into dramatics. Y/N was questioned about the situation from people she had never spoken to a day in her life. Later on in the day while studying in the library, she had received an email from the dean requesting a meeting with her, Y/N's heart sank. What could this possibly be about?
Her questions were answered when she had walked into the dean's office and there sat the dean with a polite smile and professor Hahn standing over to the side, his arms behind his back, he stood straight and had his usual glare on. She walked in slowly and nervously. "Ms. Y/L/N, please come in. Have a seat." The dean smiled and gestured at the two seats in front of his desk. Y/N hesitantly sat down and picked at her nails nervously.
"How are you doing Ms. Y/L/N?" Asked the dean trying to make polite conversation before getting down to the real reason for the meeting.
"Good I guess." Y/N said awkwardly.
"That's good." Smiled the dean before leaning in closer. "So, I hear you're having some trouble in professor Hahn's class." Said the dean briefly looking over at the professor whose face remained the same. Y/N stared at him, unsure of what to say. "I guess so." She said, if this was about their interaction, Y/N feared that perhaps she went too far. Was she willing to risk a man's career over a disagreement, even if he was horrible?
"I hear there was an incident the other day." Said the dean speaking in a more serious tone, yet, he spoke to Y/N as if she were a child. Trying to talk to her slowly and gently to see if she'd cry to him about her mean professor, Y/N did not do this. Instead she simply shrugged off the whole thing.
"Some students and staff seemed concerned about professors Hahn's behavior and seemed worried about you. Your other professors agree that you are a bright student and they have no issues with you." Despite the praise, Y/N did not like the dean's condescending tone and wasn't sure exactly what to say.
"I didn't think it was that serious." Said Y/N. The dean did not look too pleased by this answer. "Oh but Ms. Y/L/N, it is that serious. We take our students safety very seriously here at our university and we pride ourselves on having a very professional and understanding staff." The man spoke in a robotic almost commercial like tone, as if he were advertising his university to her. Y/N seemed bored with the conversation and the professor seemed just as aggravated. "Did professor Hahn ever threaten you or put his hands on you?" The question seemed outrageous to both Y/N and professor Hahn. Y/N seemed extremely confused, wondering how a disagreement turned into this.
"What!? No." She said in an almost outraged tone, she definitely didn't like professor Hahn but she was sure she didn't like this dean even more so.
"He didn't get in your face and perhaps raise his voice at you?" Asked the dean and Y/N paused, he did do this, but she didn't feel threatened by him, she was annoyed with him.
"No." Lied Y/N which surprised the professor, he knew he was out of line but so was she but the professor was smart enough to know that despite what she did, her side meant more than his. He now looked at Y/N finally.
"Look," she said in a more snappy tone than she intended, a tone the professor was quite familiar with by now. "I don't like professor Hahn." She said looking over at him, their brief eye contact being nothing but scowls at each other. "But it was a small disagreement we had, nothing more. I don't feel threatened or unsafe and I appreciate the concern but it really wasn't that serious." Said Y/N. The dean did not seem satisfied with this.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Positive."
"Alright then, I need you two to sign this paper stating that you both were spoken to today about this incident." He said sliding a piece of paper in the middle of his desk and handing Y/N a pen then the professor who now stood next to her. "And Gunther," the dean said looking up at the professor, who made eye contact but said nothing. "If I get one more student complaint about you we will be having a serious meeting." The dean said. Once again, the professor remained with his icy stare and simply nodded that he understood, signing the paper before Y/N and leaving. Y/N did the same not long after and saw professor Hahn walking just a little bit ahead of her. She felt awful. Despite her hatred for him, she nearly risked this man's job. Stupidly, she sped up to catch up to him.
"Wait! Professor," she called out and this immediately caught his attention although instantly he was annoyed. He did not slow down for her, he kept walking, ignoring her now slightly louder footsteps. "Wait can you just give me a second?" She said practically running after him, he stopped finally with a heavy and aggravated sigh making her accidentally bump into him. She awkwardly took a step back and looked up at him.
"I uh...I just wanted to say I was sorry about this whole thing." She said sincerely. The professor's facial expression did not change, it remained the same cold stare as always despite his students sincere words. "I didn't mean for it to go this far and I definitely didn't mean to get you in trouble, I'm really sorry." Again the professor said nothing, so Y/N awkwardly nodded her head slowly and said her goodbye. The next few days of class felt horribly awkward but the most invested the other students had ever been. Not because they were finally interested in the subject, but the rumors of professor Hahn's near firing had spread like wildfire and the tales only became more absurd.
Professor Hahn made it a point to never even look in her direction fearing already that these rumors seemed to be taking a strange turn. He had been working at this university now for a little over 10 years, the last thing he'd want is to have to switch schools over an entitled brat. Though his reputation wasn't good before this, he preferred not having faculty think he was physically assaulting students over grades.
"Do any of you know the answer on the board?" He questioned in a bored tone knowing already that they didn't. Without thinking, Y/N went to raise her hand but then quickly brought it down hoping he wouldn't have noticed, he did. He ignored her and began speaking about their first project of the semester.
"You will be partnered up." He said and Y/N groaned, she hated partnering up with people, especially when they never did their half of the work but this all was made worse by people already partnering up with their friends leaving her without a partner. The assignment was easy and she could no doubt do it alone. By the next day when everyone was partnered up except for her, she didn't mind but this was apparently not acceptable. Each group wrote their names down on a sheet to let the professor know who would be together, awkwardly Y/N walked up to his desk and wrote her name down.
"The assignment is a group assignment." The professor said. "I know." She said simply, trying to avoid argument but it was impossible when the professor seemed to have a genuine personal issue with Y/N. "Then where is your partner?" He asked in a tone that let Y/N know he would not let this go. "I don't have one, nobody partnered up with me and—"
"I can't imagine why." Said professor Hahn earning a glare from Y/N but she ignored the comment. "I would rather just work alone." She said annoyed. His gaze remained the same as always, cruel and unsympathetic. "You either pair up with somebody or tell me now that you refuse to do the assignment correctly so I can fail you." Said the professor, she wanted to yell but she knew better than that. Y/N had regretted ever apologizing to him, in her mind now, he absolutely should have gotten in trouble and despite the warning he was given, Professor Hahn remained just as impossible as ever. Y/N sighed and walked away.
"I mean, he's literally a nightmare to be around, he won't even let me do my project alone." Back at Y/N's place, she had taken to rambling for longer than she thought to her best friend who simply had stopped caring about an hour ago. Y/N seemed to be ranting a lot about professor Hahn and her friend could see that clearly this was a major issue for her. "You should've reported him that one day." Retorted her friend, Y/N sighed. Is being an asshole really reportable? Y/N was half and half on the idea of it.
"It's never too late you know, to tell the dean." Said her friend trying to find a solution to Y/N's neverending professor Hahn saga. "Yeah, I just don't know. Like... I'd feel bad if he got fired." Y/N said sympathetically. "Don't feel bad, he doesn't feel bad when he's literally failing you on purpose." Said the friend and Y/N agreed. "Listen, fuck that guy, you know what you need? A drink." Said Y/N's friend who thought going out to the bar was the solution to everything and for the most part, she seemed right as later that night the two girls walked into the bar with a determination to just have a good time.
They didn't start out with beers like usual, they immediately went for the cocktails and felt their buzz come quickly. Their obnoxious behavior was an indicator that the girls were going from tipsy to drunk quickly.
"I'm gonna get another drink." Y/N announced way too loudly to her friend who was right next to her. "What you getting?" Asked the other girl, slurring her words just as much as Y/N. "Liquid marijuana probably." Said Y/N. "Oooh, get me one please." Smiled her friend and Y/N agreed. She walked up to the bar slightly swaying. She ordered her drink again in a way too loud tone and nearly dropped both drinks when they were handed to her. She turned around too quickly and immediately bumped into somebody, spilling the drinks everywhere between them.
Y/N's guilt was astronomical.
"Shit shit shit.." she said frustrated. Y/N turned to the bartender to asks for a rag or something but he had already seen the incident and had napkins at the ready. She thanked him and turned around and began very sloppily cleaning off the person in front of her, only making the stain worse on the white button up shirt. Before she knew it, a large hand grabbed her wrist a little rough and finally she looked up, only to see the worst thing possible.
"Fuck sake, it's you." Said Y/N rudely snatching her wrist away, he looked infuriated. "The feeling is mutual." He said. "Ms. Y/L/N, why is it that whenever I'm trying to have a nice night out, you just so happen to be there?" He asked sarcastically as she glared daggers at him. "I was literally just thinking the same thing about you, excuse me." She said throwing the napkins at his chest and walking away. He was pissed but he would not make a scene, he had more class than that. Unlike Y/N, in his mind, for somebody with such potential she spent her weekends drinking more than she can handle and overall being a nuisance with her equally annoying friend. The night was spent, much to his dismay, watching her.
Everything about her irritated Gunther. The way she acted while she was drunk was at the top of his list although he knew he was being a hypocrite, he remembered what it was like being in his twenties and getting drunk on a Saturday night. But Y/N aggravated him deep inside and he couldn't quite figure out why. All of his students annoyed him, the passion for teaching had long gone through the years and there was not a single person he had ever taught that was impressive, although Y/N was close. Her arrogance and entitlement upset him the most. The only good quality about Y/N was her integrity. He knew he was out of line that day, he knew he shouldn't have gotten in her face and she had every right to be upset and rat him out, but she didn't and she even went as far as apologizing.
Although now that small bit of kindness was more than likely gone.
"Hold on, I gotta check on the babies." Her best friend said referring to her cat and dog. She pulled out her phone and began checking her home cameras showing Y/N her sleeping cat in her room making her smile, but then as she checked her living room her smile faded and slowly turned to a panicked look. "What's wrong?" Y/N said but she did not wait for the answer and ended up looking for herself only to see her friends dog foaming at the mouth and laying down in a way that she had never seen.
"oh God, what's wrong with him?" Said Y/N.
"I don't know! I gotta go okay? I'm sorry!" She said dashing out the bar and running back to her apartment. Y/N understood and hoped that the animal was okay, she loved that dog just as much as her friend did. Standing there awkwardly, Y/N realized she herself definitely needed to go home once she finished their drinks; Y/N always seemed to get drunker quicker than her friend so to catch up she had ordered herself some shots but now she was not here. Y/N hated wasting money, so despite her better judgement, she drank them.
One after the other, professor Hahn watched her in the distance. What the hell was she doing? She already seemed pretty drunk, she didn't need the shots. Politely, once she was done she sloppily walked up to the bar and brought back the glasses before heading to the bathroom which was unfortunately by his table, she glared at him before heading to the bathroom and when she walked out, he could tell she had drank way more than what she could handle.
Y/N walked side to side, practically falling over with every step until she finally did fall face first outside. Gunther watched, it wasn't his problem but when she laid there for awhile and didn't get up, he got concerned. Against his better judgement he got up, sure, he didn't like her but he wasn't going to let some girl die on the side of the road from alcohol poisoning or a concussion. When he walked out the bar, there she was, attempting to get up but failing miserably.
He bent down and put her arm around his neck and put his around her waist, lifting her up with ease. Y/N suddenly became extremely alert and pushed him away and began slapping his chest.
"Get away from me kidnapper!"
Kidnapper? Kidnapping would imply he wanted to be anywhere near her and he most certainly did not. He caught both wrists and gripped them tightly. At least she was self aware enough to not let herself get kidnapped he thought.
"Ms. Y/L/N, it's me." He said in an aggravated tone but she finally stopped trying to escape him and finally looked up at him.
"Oh," she said in a calm tone before sarcastically saying "That's much worse than a kidnapper." Gunther rolled his eyes. "Very funny." He replied letting go of her wrist but watching her carefully as she swayed. "Where did your friend go?" Asked Gunther to his drunken student who he was for sure convinced was going to pass out in any second.
"What are you stalking me now?" She asked rudely crossing her arms.
"No, but when you're the loudest and most obnoxious one in the bar, it's hard to ignore you as much as I try. " He said as Y/N glowered at the response "What happened to your friend then?" He asked again. "Something happened to her dog so she had to go home and check on him." She said slurring her words and swaying. "And so you just decided to drink alone? You know Ms. Y/L/N, we have a program in the university for alcoholics—" his sarcastic tone irritated Y/N and made her snap.
"I'm not an alcoholic. God, you're such an asshole." She said. And there it was again, that disrespect. That attitude that no student had ever given him. Sure, students sighed and rolled their eyes at him or spoke about him outside of class, and he was sure this was not the first time somebody had referred to him as an asshole but never to his face. "You've gotten very comfortable talking to me with such a disrespectful tongue. You forget yourself Ms. Y/L/N, I am your professor and you will speak to me with respect." He towered over her as if she were nothing but a stupid child he was scolding but her gaze remained locked on and unafraid.
"Not out here you're not. We're not in school, we're outside of a shitty bar, I don't have to be respectful to you or listen to anything you say, Gunther." She pressed a small finger in his chest and he had looked at her like she had lost her mind and truthfully, he thought she had.
"Don't call me that." It was the only polite thing he could say, if he were more of a disrespectful man and much less unprofessional, he'd have equally as many choice words for Y/N as she did him. "I should've left you here to wake up in your own piss and vomit." Said the professor, once again getting in her face like he had once got in trouble for before. The professor knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop the anger he felt, she was out of line, she was rude and she needed to be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, she never would and he did not have high hopes for Y/N after college. He felt bad for the poor man that settled with her and how unhappy he would be but that was not his problem, she wasn't his problem.
He walked away from her and back into the bar. Fuck her. She could walk home or break a bone for all he cared but she did not. Y/N had spent the entire time he was there till the bar closed sat on the sidewalk, her phone had died so she could not call an Uber and she was too dizzy to walk home. She was miserable sitting out there and Gunther ignored her. She shivered out there and wished that her friend would come back eventually. She did not. Gunther walked out of the bar and saw her. He walked straight past her, it was not his problem. He got into his car and started it and began driving off, he looked in his rearview mirror and saw Y/N sitting there still on the sidewalk. It was not his problem. She should learn to handle her liquor better and he would not bend, she clearly didn't want he help.
Y/N sat there miserable, a man walking in her direction stared at her and slowed down. Gunther saw this in his rearview and slowed the car down and watched as Y/N talked to this strange man who seemed to be getting closer and kneeled down to talk to her now. Gunther sighed and quickly hit the brakes and made an illegal turn speeding towards her, when he got back to her he hit the break so hard he left tire marks and startled the man.
He got out of the car and walked up to Y/N. "Hey man, what are you doing?" The man asked, Gunther reached down and with no effort at all, picked Y/N up bridal style which made her gasp. "I was just about to give her a ride home." Said the man and Gunther did not believe this. "I am her ride." Said Gunther simply putting Y/N in the passenger seat and putting her seatbelt on. This made her more alert and she stared at Gunther with a confused expression. "Who the hell are you?" Said the strange man, Gunther walked to the driver's side to get in and stupid the man followed him, grabbing Gunthers shoulder hard.
"Hey—" the man did not get a word in as Gunther turned around and punched the man so hard it most definitely broke his nose, Gunther fixed his long coat and got inside his car, turning on the engine and driving off. "Why did you do that!? I wasn't actually going to go with him." Said Y/N slurred. "That's the smartest decision you've made all night." He said angrily. "Seriously Ms. Y/L/N, how can a girl so clever on paper be so fucking stupid in person?" Asked the professor and Y/N said nothing, resting her head on the window. "Do you have any idea what could've happened to you?" He barked.
She finally looked at him with half open eyes. "Why do you care?" She slurred out.
"Don't be so childish. I dislike you but I do not wish harm on you." Said the frustrated professor. Y/N muttered under her breath about not believing him but Gunther ignored it."Now, where do you live?" Asked Gunther. "I lost my keys." Said Y/N and Gunther had never been more disappointed in a person before. "Are you serious?" He said but she did not answer. At a stop light, they sat there quietly and Gunther contemplated what to do. He could drop her off at home and call a locksmith for her but did she even have money? And how long would that take? He could pay for a hotel for the night for her but he'd be wasting his own money. Gunther had an idea but it was entirely inappropriate. The light had turned green on the empty road and Gunther remained in the same spot. Deep in his thoughts, he weighed his options.
"It's green you know." Said Y/N.
"I am aware Ms. Y/L/N." He said.
"Just drop me off at home and I'll climb the fire escapes up to my apartment." She suggested.
"You can barely walk much less climb up a fire escape, if I wanted you to die I would've just left you behind." Said Gunther not looking at her. He stared straight ahead at the road trying to come up with every solution but he kept going back to the same one. He sighed and began driving.
"Where we going?" She asked.
"My house."
"Oooh, how's your wife gonna feel about that, professor?"
"I am not married." He said.
"Why not?" Asked Y/N, genuinely surprised by this.
"Frankly Ms. Y/L/N, that's really none of your business."
"Ahh okay, yeah, now I see why you're not married."
He ignored that comment but Y/N really was stupid, he thought, she should be grateful he was even doing this. Gunther could've left her there for dead but he didn't. He pulled into his driveway and Y/N stumbled out his car and slammed the door too hard which he of course yelled at her for. She looked at her large house in awe and walked in behind Gunther.
"Wow, nice place you got here." Said Y/N grabbing things she shouldn't have and putting them back in the wrong place.
"Do not touch anything." He warned but she did not listen, picking up a picture of a teenaged Gunther. "Aww, you do know how to smile." She said sarcastically, he snatched the picture away hard. "Let me make one thing clear Ms. Y/L/N." He said in a dangerous tone, standing over her again in an intimating way although intimidating it was not for Y/N. "You are a guest in this house tonight and you will abide by my rules." Said Gunther sounding authoritative. "And what rules are that, professor?" Asked Y/N in a fake innocent tone with her arms crossed. The way she said it made Gunther pause. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"You will not touch anything in this house. You will not go anywhere unless I give you permission—" he said but she already began interrupting.
"What about the bathroom?"
"Obviously, you can go to the bathroom." His tone was aggravated but Y/N kept going. "What about the kitchen? I mean, I am a guest after all." She said and Gunther had just about had it.
"Are you trying to test me!?" He snapped. "You realize where you could've been had I not stepped in? I assaulted a man tonight on your behalf because you can't handle your alcohol. Do you understand that? Do you understand how inappropriate this is to have you in my house? I am your professor and you are my student, this could ruin my reputation for life. Do you have any care for anybody other than yourself?"
Normally, this would have made Y/N feel bad but drunk Y/N seemed unable to stop talking and making things worse for herself.
"Is it inappropriate?" She questioned and he was baffled at her foolishness. "Of course it is!" He said incredulously. "I don't think so." Said Y/N drunkenly with a sway that made Gunther grab onto her out of instinct, assuming she was going to fall. When she steadied herself he quickly let go.
"It's not a matter of what you think, it's rather how it looks Ms. Y/L/N." Said Gunther wishing she'd stop talking. "I mean, sure, I guess it does look weird." She said finally piecing together that she was in her mean professors house but her drunk brain did not allow her to really panic about the awkward situation. "But nobody can see us. And I'm certainly not going to tell anyone about this." She said and he didn't even think about that. What if she went on and told that stupid gossiping friend of hers that she spent the night in her professors house drunkenly? He'd be ruined. Regret hit him in more ways than one but even still, deep down, he wouldn't have left her there.
"So I guess this means we won't be sharing a bed tonight." Said jokingly but Gunther did not laugh. "You," he said pointing to her harshly. "Will be sleeping over there." He pointed to the large couch he had and Y/N looked over. "Like a dog." She said sarcastically. "Be lucky I don't have you sleeping on the floor like one." He said before walking to his storage closet and finding some extra blankets which was hard considering he never had guests. He grabbed an old blanket he had been gifted once but found the blanket to be hideous and the other pillow off his bed and walked back to his living room to put them on the couch for Y/N only to see that she had gone missing. Instantly, he threw the blanket and pillow roughly down on the ground and began searching for the girl who he eventually found in the kitchen scrounging through his things.
He shut the fridge door harshly behind her making her jump.
"What did I say?!" He snapped.
"I was hungry and I don't feel good—"
"I don't give a damn." Gunther said harshly, unable to fathom how someone could be so insufferable. "You are really testing my patience." But the girl did not listen, instead she looked sickly. Gunthers boiling blood cooled, he calmed himself, reminding himself that she normally wasn't this bad. She was just drunk.
"Go sit down." Instructed and she for once listened, plopping herself on the couch with a groan. As she closed her eyes she felt as though she were on a rollercoaster. "Here." She heard, opening her eyes she saw her intimidating professor with a large glass of water and a bowl of grapes. She took it and began shoving grapes in her mouth very unladylike, she chugged the water feeling incredibly thirsty. When she was finished she sloppily grabbed the ceramic bowl and glass cut in her hands attempting to take them to the kitchen but Gunther stopped her, fearing she would drop and shatter them both. After this she sat there with her head in her lap.
"Perhaps you should try to sleep now." Said Gunther to the girl in his best attempt at a nicer tone but it still came out very uncaring. He feared the incoming hangover she'd have, not because he felt bad for her, no, she absolutely deserved to have a terrible hangover. Only an idiot would drink that much, and alone too. But at the same time, he did not want her ruining his things if she could not make it to the bathroom when she got sick.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did. Goodnight Ms. Y/L/N."
"I can't sleep like this." She protested.
"Why not?" His patience had run out, what was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just do as she was told? Why must she always be such a nuisance? Gunther hoped to never run into Y/N ever again after this. "Because I haven't showered and I'm in my bar clothes that I've spilled alcohol on and my makeups still on and I can't sleep in makeup and do you really want me all alcohol and perfumed up on your couch?" She made a slightly decent point and honestly he was surprised that she'd even want to shower given how drunk she was but that was exactly the point, she was way too drunk.
"Even if I let you shower here, you have no change of clothes and I don't think you can stand to shower." He said hoping she'd just pass out already and stop talking.
"I can't sleep dirty, that's disgusting." She once again protested. This was the latest he had stayed up in a while. With it being practically four in the morning, Gunther himself just wanted to go to bed. "Fine fine, you may shower and I will bring you clothes." This was outrageous, he did not expect to be babysitting tonight. Y/N stumbled to his bathroom and turned the shower on. Gunther feared she'd fall in the shower and he'd more than likely have to go and rescue her, once again reiterating how inappropriate the whole situation felt to Gunther. Made worse by Y/N taking her shower and coming out in Gunther's clothes. "Well, I guess I'm going underwear-less and braless tonight." She said explaining that she couldn't wear them twice.
Gunthers face flushed. "Perhaps keep private matters like that to yourself." He snapped. The white shirt clung to her as she obviously hadn't dried herself off properly and Gunther averted his eyes. Finally, Y/N was on his couch laying down and quickly passed out. Just a few more hours and she'd be gone and Gunther hoped to never have to deal with her again. But he knew that was impossible. He still had months as her professor and Y/N seemed to always, even without trying, make herself known.
He watched her for a second as she slept in his clothes, her hair sprawled about everywhere and her braless look. Y/N had seemed to be too close to the edge of the couch so Gunther sighed and laid her on her back so she wouldn't fall. This felt wrong, it felt wrong having this much contact with her, it felt wrong having her in his clothes, it felt wrong having her in his house and it felt wrong touching her. Once he was sure she wasn't going to fall off the couch in her sleep, he put the blanket over her and went upstairs to bed. He laid there for a while staring at him ceiling with millions of thoughts running through his head before falling asleep.
It was a bright sunny day, normally the sort of day Y/N loved to wake up to, but not when she was hungover. The sun stung her eyes and she felt a pounding headache like no other and a sickness that threatened to unleash everything she had eaten yesterday. Y/N groaned and reached her hand out for her phone. Only her phone wasn't there, nor her nightstand. Y/N opened her eyes slowly to see a carpet she did not recognize, she looked around now and it took her eyes some time to adjust but finally she saw something that made her heart plunge. She was not in her apartment. This was so unlike Y/N. She had never gotten drunk and woke up somewhere she didn't recognize. Where was her purse? Where was her clothes? Were these man clothes? Where was she?
Y/N sat up which only made the headache worse and looked around. She did not recognize this place. Was she kidnapped? Surely a kidnapper wouldn't put her in new clothes on the couch tucked in right by the door, right? Or maybe that's what they wanted her to think. Y/N sprung up and opened the door. So she wasn't kidnapped, but the real question was, where was she? She closed the door quietly and turned around, she did not see her purse or any of her things, she lifted the long pajama pants up as she kept tripping on them and looked around. She looked at the pictures displayed and felt a sense of familiarity. Who is that?
She walked into the kitchen and looked around, hoping maybe she'd spot her phone or things somewhere. She did not. Y/N was confused and scared, what had happened? She did not remember the night at all. Suddenly footsteps behind her made her heart jump, was this a kidnapper? Or an awkward one night stand that potentially just put her on the couch for some reason? She didn't know but she quickly grabbed a frying pan in case. The man turned the corner and it made Y/N jump, at first she squealed holding the frying pan up at the ready and then she calmed once she saw who it was. Y/N was stunned.
"P-professor?" She said still holding on to the frying pan, this was a nightmare. What did she do? How did she get here? Why was she here? So many questions ran through her mind.
"Ms. Y/L/N, what are earth are you doing?" He said. Y/N hoped that perhaps this was a nightmare, especially as her professor stood in front of her with no shirt on and simply just low hanging pants. Admittedly, he looked good, but it only made the situation look worse.
"What are you doing here?" Said Y/N stupidly.
"Well, this is my home."
"Okay so what am I doing here?"said Y/N slightly panicked.
Gunther stepped forward. There they stood on opposite sides of the counter both looking as if they would rather skip this part and just have Y/N go home. "Well, your friend left you behind, some friend she is." He began and Y/N quickly interrupted. "Don't talk about her like that, she's a great friend, she wouldn't just leave me like that for no reason." Snapped Y/N. "Apparently it was an emergency, either way, she left you behind and rather than going home, you stupidly drank an entire tray of shots to yourself which I suspect has you feeling terrible now, doesn't it?" She did not answer, truthfully she was a bit distracted. Normally, she could only look at her professor with pure hatred but here he was, shirtless and leaned over the counter making his arms flex. Y/N tried to not make her staring look less obvious but he did look good.
"You then somehow proceeded to lose your keys and let your phone die and sat on the street and all this to say, you should be thanking me right now." He finished, looking at his startled looking student. Embarrassment flooded her face.
"Well, thanks..." She said awkwardly, feeling like an idiot. After a few more followup questions, she felt even more embarrassed. She groaned and rubbed her forward, hoping to soon leave. This was embarrassing, this was awful. Twice now she had embarrassed herself in front of her professor drunkenly, she made a mental note to never go to that bar again.
"Go sit down, I'll get you some food and medicine." He said. What normally would sound like a nice gesture sounded more like a command but Y/N complied and laid on the couch in pain, trying her best not to get sick. Minutes later, Gunther came over with ibuprofen, a glass of water and buttered toast.
"Here." He said handing them to her.
"Thanks..." Y/N said quietly. She felt slightly better after all of it but not entirely. Soon later Gunther had come back, fully dressed this time much to Y/N's surprise disappointment. "I've charged your phone for you. Perhaps call a locksmith or your landlord to help you get into your apartment." He said handing the phone to her. Y/N saw all her missed calls and messages from her friend and knew that this was more important. "God, she must be worried sick about me. She's been messaging me all morning and night." Said Y/N getting up. "If she were really so worried she would've come back for you, or really, she wouldn't have left you there at all." Replied Gunther earning a harsh look from Y/N. "She would've never left me like that unless it was an emergency!" Said Y/N defending her friend, she began to click on the video chat button when Gunther stopped her.
"You cannot tell her you were here." Said the worried professor. "Where the hell else am I supposed to tell her I was?" Said Y/N. "Make something up. But you cannot tell her you stayed the night here. If your friend goes and runs her mouth about this—"
"She wouldn't!"
"Y/N, listen to me!" It was the first time he had used her name and weirdly, it gave her a flip in her stomach or perhaps that was the alcohol. "I could get in serious trouble for this. Please, I ask of you to just keep this between us, okay?" He said looking down at her. His genuine concern and the look in his eyes through that harsh face made Y/N feel bad.
"Okay..." She said softly.
"Thank you."
Y/N walked over to the kitchen and called her friend who answered almost instantly.
"Y/N thank God, I was so worried! I'm so sorry. Choco got into the laundry room and ate a bunch of Tide pods but he's fine now thank God. Fucking huge vet bill though. Nevermind that though, are you okay? Where are you?" Rambled her friend. Y/N felt relieved knowing that the dog was okay and that her friend did not leave her for a dumb reason but at the question, Y/N hesitated and Gunther himself was listening into the conversation.
"I got super drunk last night and ended up crashing somewhere." Said Y/N vaguely, her friend looked at her skeptically. This was very unlike Y/N.
"Somewhere?" Questioned the friend.
"Yeah, no biggie, everything's fine." Said Y/N nervously. She wanted badly to tell her friend, this is the kind of thing they'd love to gossip about for hours but the look in Gunther's eyes, she couldn't. She had promised and she would keep it. Her friend however took this in a different direction and slowly a smile crept on her face.
"Oh my God bitch, are you at a guy's house?" Technically, she was but just not in the way her friend thought and knowing that she would not let this go and also knowing she had to call her landlord soon, she simply just fake confessed.
"Yeah...and look uh, I kinda lost my keys last night so I gotta call my landlord but I promise I'll call you later okay?" Said Y/N. Her friend's mouth dropped and she looked like a proud mother.
"Nevermind calling, I'm coming over. You've gotta tell me everything! Oh my God, how was it? Is he hot? Is he still there?" The millions of questions rolled off her tongue and Y/N's cheeks began to burn.
"I promise I'll tell you everything later okay?"
"Fine fine, tell me when you're home safe okay? And I'm still really sorry but maybe the universe wanted this to happen so you could get some." Joked the friend, Y/N said another quick goodbye and groaned. What was she going to tell her? She couldn't lie to her friend like that but at the same time, she promised her professor. Y/N then dialed up her landlord who found the small drunken tale she told amusing but unfortunately wouldn't be able to give her a spare key for another two hours. Y/N was horrified but only thanked him and hung up.
"Any luck?" Gunther said finally entering the kitchen once he heard her stop talking. The kitchen was not far from the living room, so he heard all her conversations but gave her the illusion of privacy. "Uh..well, he can give me a spare key...in two hours." Said Y/N. "But listen, I can call an Uber and stay at my place or go to my friend's house. I'm sorry I've even had to stay here this long. I'm actually sorry I had to stay here at all and it sounds like I've just been awful and I'm really sorry...." Said Y/N feeling a bit embarrassed. She was extremely grateful that he gave her a safe place to sleep despite clearly not liking her.
"Would you like me to drive you rather than pay for an Uber?" He offered shockingly.
"You don't have to. It's fine honestly, you've done enough...I mean, I've touched your stuff, I was annoying all night. I almost hit you with a frying pan.." said Y/N earning for once a genuine smile from the normally stoic man. "And God..I'm about to throw up in your nice bathroom." Said Y/N semi jokingly. "Sit down." He instructed and she did. He once again grabbed her another glass of water and watched the girl, hoping that she wouldn't really vomit in his living room. Y/N took deep breaths and tried drinking her water. She rubbed her forehead and put the code into her phone and began looking at the Uber app. She typed in the address to her friend's house and was shocked to see it would be such an expensive ride.
"Jesus..." She said under her breath and the professor looked down at her phone and seemed to be just as equally shocked. "Still don't want that ride?" He said and Y/N looked up at him with a sick and pathetic look on her face. "I might need it actually..if that's okay with you." She said before apologizing again. Normally, this would've annoyed him but his tolerance for her was restored slightly. Here she was sick and unable to go home, for the moment, he had taken on the responsibility of taking care of her and his attitude from the previous night had changed. Y/N was still Y/N but she was not as obnoxious as she was when drunk.
"Take your time and tell me when you want to go." He said stoically despite the kind words.
"We should go now so I can get out of your hair." Said Y/N in a weak tone.
"I think you should take your time and recover. I don't need you getting sick in my car and ruining it." He said thinking about how angry he'd be if she vomited in his car.
"But—"
"Ms. Y/L/N, it's fine. No more protesting or childish whining, you're clearly unfit to travel. Just relax and try to feel better. Okay?" Said the professor.
Y/N spoke no longer and stayed on the couch for awhile which then lead to her laying back down. She felt awful and no amount of water or fruit that her professor kindly handed to her every now and then helped. Eventually, she had ended up falling back asleep on the couch and the professor without meaning to had watched. Gunther watched as she slept thinking about how inappropriate of a situation this was, only made worse by her staying longer but he tried to tell himself it wasn't. He was a gentleman, helping a lady in need, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself and it was true but he couldn't shake the idea that his student had stayed the night in his house and was now sleeping on his couch in an outfit that she most definitely wouldn't wear to class.
Finally after some well rest, they were off and the car ride remained quiet and awkward. Neither one spoke nor looked at each other. They made it to Y/N's apartment. It was quiet for a moment before Y/N turned to look at the professor.
"Thank you, for everything. And I'm so sorry also for everything." She said.
"As I said before Ms. Y/L/N, it's fine. Learn to be more careful next time." He said not making eye contact. And weirdly, this upset Y/N. The lack of goodbye and eye contact left Y/N feeling disappointed and she couldn't quite place why. "Okay...well, I guess I'll see you Monday. Bye professor." She said heading out and secretly hoping he'd say goodbye, he didn't. That strange feeling of disappointment carried on for her as Gunther watched her walk away, refusing to drive away until she was safely in her apartment. Under her doormat laid a spare key and she was in.
Even her friend noticed. While wanting all the juicy detail of his fake hookup, she could see Y/N seemed out of it.
"I'm just still hungover." She said.
"God I hope so. Don't catch feelings on a one night stand." She joked but she was being serious as well. Y/N seemed very off. The professor once again took to ignoring her and while normally Y/N wouldn't mind, she did mind. Confusion filled her mind and her friend started to notice.
"Dude, you've been acting so strange after that one night. Are you okay? Like I know you don't usually do the one night stand thing but is everything okay?" Asked the friend.
"I've just been feeling weird lately that's all. Just stressed for finals." Lied Y/N.
"You know you can tell me anything right?" And with that, Y/N confessed everything and her friend looked scandalized but had never been more happy to hear a piece of gossip in her life.
"No fucking way, and you didn't tell me any of this a week ago?!"
"I promised him I wouldn't tell but nothing happened I swear, he just let me stay for the night and well the morning too a little and then drove me home." Said Y/N feeling guilty of her broken promise.
"I can't believe this! And so wait...you don't like...like him do you?" Asked her friend.
"No! Ew no! Of course not dude...." Said Y/N suspiciously.
"Are you sure? Because you've been acting kinda weird lately."
But Y/N doubled down. She absolutely did not like her professor, no matter how good he looked shirtless or the fact that he punched a man for her. How could she like him when he was currently pretending she didn't exist? But the ache Y/N felt, the craving for conversation and the small spark that lit up inside her whenever she turned in an assignment or watched him speak in class told a different story. Y/N watched his lectures with a hungered look in her eyes, the images of him shirtless with his pants low played in her mind over and over. What was wrong with her?
Days bled into weeks and finals had now taken over her mind so she no longer had time to think about her shirtless professor. Her mind seemed loud lately and her essays seemed to be taking a dive which did alert the professor.
"Ms. Y/L/N."
Y/N was heading out of class when her name rang in her ears and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around to face her professor. They hadn't spoken since that day and Y/N had a deer in headlights sort of look to her as she walked up to his desk. "Yes?" She said in her most normal tone. "Your essays are terrible." He said simply. "You've told me this before." She said. "No, I said they were mediocre. But this is just terrible." He looked at one of her essays on his laptop, reading the uncharacteristically bad writing from his typically good student. Y/N didn't say anything which was not like her. His eyes flicked up towards her and she looked at him with a nervous look.
"Would you like to redo this?" He asked.
"I thought there was no redos in this class?" She said confused remembering the syllabus and Gunther was honestly surprised that anyone remembered the rules given that he was so used to nobody listening.
"I'll make an exception this one time. You've turned it in well before anyone else and it's not due for another week." This was weirdly nice of him and Y/N found it strange because he didn't seem the type to make exceptions and she was right, he wasn't. Gunther did not believe in exceptions. Yet he gave her one. The week of finals proved stressful especially with the many things on Y/N's mind.
"Many philosophers spoke about passion and love," Professor Hahn said with a large book in his hand pacing back and forth slowly in front of class. Y/N did admire this about him since the beginning, she did enjoy the way he spoke to the class about the topics he clearly enjoyed, if only the other students would listen. "Some argued that love was a necessity, human nature and that passion was within all of us and some disagree, like Arthur Schopenhauer who thought of love as irrational. Just our brains simply tricking us into procreating. He believed then, that all love no matter who you felt it for was just about sex. Or rather, finding the perfect partner to produce offspring with." Said the professor. A light blush appeared on Y/N's face. Some girls in class scoffed which got the professors attention.
"Ladies, do some of you disagree?" He said turning to the other girls in class which weirdly made Y/N upset. They nodded their heads but could not give an explanation. Simply that true love was real and they know it to be true, Gunther's eyes flicked up at Y/N. "Ms. Y/L/N, do you disagree?" He asked, she froze. The professor had a habit of singling her out. "I do." She said simply.
"Why is that?" He asked, the class didn't seem as interested anymore in the two as they once were weeks ago. They were no longer the talk of the college as naturally, something new had happened.
"Well, because if love only exists to procreate then what about gay people?" She said.
"His explanation for that was weak sperm in men." Said Gunther and Y/N made a face. "Well, what about lesbians?" She asked.
"I'm sure he had an explanation for that as well Ms. Y/L/N, but remember, this is a man that lived in the 1800s. Not exactly somebody that would be up to date on sexualities." Said the professor.
"Well, either way, he is wrong. Some people just want to have sex. You can look at somebody and want to have to sex with them but your brain hasn't tricked you into falling in love to produce offspring, you're just horny." Said Y/N making the class chuckle. Y/N felt her face become warm and the professor raised an eyebrow.
"Very politely put Ms. Y/L/N." He said about to move on but then Y/N had surprised him.
"What do you think professor?" She asked. He stared at her for a moment. Their eye contact seemed intense before he spoke. "I think there is a nuisance to the topic." He said simply before going back to his lesson leaving Y/N unsatisfied. Admittedly, she was beginning to think there was a little more going on in her head. She suddenly looked forward to his classes, she tried catching his gaze, she found any excuse to talk to him in the most subtle way. Walking through campus she took in the beautiful sight of the large college. The sun shined in her eyes, the sky was blue and she had about thirty minutes till her next class that she did not look forward to, so she went to a favorite spot hoping that it wasn't occupied. It wasn't.
Slightly away from the building closer to the parking lot stood a large tree with large branches that sprawled out everywhere, the leaves slightly moved from the wind and it cast a large shadow. Y/N began to climb it and once she got up to her desired branch, she sat there and opened her book. This is what she wanted more than anything, some relaxation. The weeks of studying for finals and thinking back to that night with her professor had her blood pressure at a level that it shouldn't be at her age. Y/N became so engrossed in the book that she hadn't heard the footsteps coming towards her.
"What on earth are you doing?"
The familiar voice made her snap out of her thoughts. She quickly put the book down to see exactly who she thought it was. Professor Hahn.
"Reading." She said simply.
"I see that, but why in a tree?" He questioned.
"It's relaxing. And anyways, what are you doing questioning me about my tree? Shouldn't you be teaching?" Said Y/N in her usual sarcastic tone.
"I only teach four classes in the day, although I will be returning later on for tutoring." He said not looking too happy about the ordeal.
"You tutor?" She questioned raising a brow.
"The original tutor got sick so I am substituting although I am not happy about it. Perhaps you should go." He said and Y/N's heart skipped a beat until she realized how insulting this actually was. "I don't need tutoring." Said Y/N with an attitude in her voice that Gunther hadn't heard in awhile. "Are you sure? Because your essays have been lackluster, more than usual and you seem very... distracted lately." He looked up at the girl and even with the sun slightly shining in his eyes he could still see her frowning.
"I've got a lot going on." Y/N began climbing down realizing how ridiculous she looked up in the tree trying to have a conversation. Y/N tried gently to climb down the last branch but instead slipped and nearly fell backwards until she was caught. A strong arm came around her waist as she was pressed up against him. It didn't register to her that her professor had caught her till moments later when she straightened up and turned to look at him.
"Have you always been this clumsy?" He said rudely but he had meant it in a softer manner than it had come out. He straightened his coat out and dusted it off.
"No." Was all she could say.
"One of these days, you're going to get yourself killed and nobody will come to rescue you." He said but she did not say anything, she couldn't, she was too busy staring at her professor. She had to admit, she did develop an attraction to the older man and she knew it was wrong and it would never happen but she couldn't help but fantasize and in that moment she made a decision, she did need that tutoring.
Later that evening she returned back to the school, nervously walking towards the library and feeling foolish. This was ridiculous, was she really going to go to tutoring just to satisfy some strange crush? The answer was yes and she tried hard to justify it to herself. Maybe she did need tutoring, it couldn't hurt, but she knew this wasn't about her schoolwork. Y/N walked into the quiet dim library and walked towards the private study room in the back that tutoring was supposed to be held in but when she opened the door she was met with a surprise.
"Ms. Y/L/N?" Professor Hahn said curiously watching the girl nervously walk into the empty room.
"Where is everybody? Did you scare them off?" She questioned sarcastically.
"You are the only one that showed which is odd considering you said you didn't need tutoring." He said ignoring Y/N's childish remark. But it was true, once people found out that he was the replacement tutor, nobody showed up. Y/N walked into the room slowly letting the door behind her close. Hearing the sound of the door alarmed her and she stepped back and leaned up against the door staring at her professor. This was stupid, she was stupid. She was making it incredibly obvious or perhaps she wasn't, I mean, how could he get the wrong idea from her simply showing up to tutoring? Y/N very much wanted to run out the library and never look back. Dramatically, she thought about all the ways she could get out of this without embarrassing herself but all options seemed too ridiculous. Regret had hit her like a semi truck and she couldn't believe she had done this.
The professor got up and put his papers in his briefcase, walking towards Y/N. She stood up against the door as he came closer and finally stood in front of her. "Do you intend to trap me in here with you?" Asked Gunther sarcastically. "No." Said Y/N staring up at him nervously. Gunther grabbed the door handle behind her. "Then move." He said and for some reason, she didn't, she couldn't. She wanted him there with her alone.
"What about tutoring?" Y/N said stupidly.
"It wouldn't be very appropriate to tutor you alone Ms. Y/L/N." Replied Gunther, clenching his jaw.
"Why not?" Asked Y/N earning a frustrated look from Gunther.
"Do you not see how this looks?" He asked Y/N as if she were stupid.
"No more worse than letting me sleep in your house drunk." And at that, Gunther glared at her and came closer without realizing, she was practically pressed up against the door and Y/N felt a heat throughout her body and her heart race. "That!" He said "Stays between us." He snapped. Not wanting to be reminded of the highly inappropriate deed he had done. "I would rather we never speak of it again." Said Gunther in his usual angry tone but then he looked at her, her nervous look, and titled his head slightly.
"Did you tell anyone?" He asked hoping she'd say no but the guilty look in her eyes made his blood boil. She looked down at her shoes. "Did you!?" He questioned but she did not answer and that's when he knew. Gunther backed up slowly and angrily, running his fingers through his neat hair, messing it up. He turned around and swung his briefcase hard into the wall creating a small dent in the thin wall. "Fuck!" He said angrily. He walked to the other side of the small study room and held his hands on his hips, looking down at the ground. His breath was heavy and he was seething. "No listen, I told my best friend but—" her words were cut off by Gunther turning around.
"I should've just left you there on the street!" He walked towards her and got in her face. Weirdly, this upset her and her eyes began getting hot. "She didn't tell anyone! And neither did I! I had to tell her, I couldn't lie to her." Y/N pleaded. "Fantastic! Great, I'm glad you got it off your chest." He said sarcastically but in a tone that let Y/N know she had messed up. Again he ran his fingers through his hair and began pacing.
"She knew something was up, I had to tell her. What's the big deal anyway?! It's not like anything happened!" Said Y/N angering Gunther more. "It doesn't matter if nothing happened! It's how it looks...fuck.." he kicked a table next to him and it made a loud screech sound. Y/N felt horrible. "I'm gonna have to resign now." He said to himself. "No...no, you don't have to. I told her weeks ago and look, you're still here! Nobody knows. And the semester is almost up. I won't even be your student anymore." Said Y/N. Gunther rubbed his forehead in frustration, she was not helping, in fact the more she spoke the more angry it made him.
"Please don't resign..." She said in a soft plea, her voice almost sounding frightened and suddenly Gunther turned to her and began walking up to her slowly. "Nothing happened..." Y/N repeated.
"And nothing is going to happen, do you understand that?!" The professor snapped. But Y/N did not nod her head, she did not respond, she turned her face to look away from him but to her surprise, Gunther grabbed her face and made her look up at him. Her heart raced from the touch. "Tell me you understand!" He said softening his grip on her face, she looked up at him with teary eyes and in that moment he realized how far he had taken this. His hand let go of her face. "I understand..." She said quietly. "I gotta go." Her voice cracked as she spoke and reached behind her to open the door. Y/N quickly ran out and Gunther's anger simmered down. He watched her leave but something inside him felt guilty despite the altercation that had just happened. Perhaps he had taken this too far and let his anger get the better of him.
"Wait Y/N..." He said making the decision to go after her.
But she did not turn around, she kept going. He followed for as long as he could until he realized that he shouldn't be chasing her throughout the school. Gunther sighed as he watched her practically run away, he cursed himself and walked back into the small room. Papers from his briefcase scattered everywhere and Y/N had left her backpack behind accidentally. Gunther looked at the scene before him and sighed, rubbing his forehead again to relieve the migraine he felt coming up. He collected his papers and her bag and was off. The next few days Gunther felt a guilt like no other. Especially when he had noticed his normally not absent student had missed days of class. This was not totally his fault he thought. He felt guilty sure, he shouldn't lash out on his student like that but perhaps this was needed, he could see the silly ideas lurking in Y/N's head and he could not have that. He could not have her developing any sort of feelings for him. And in that regard, he knew this was his fault. Their student professor relationship had crossed many times. Each time at the bar, the way they spoke to each other both in and out of school. The way he spoke to her as childishly as she did to him. It would be a lie to say he didn't occasionally find the banter amusing, that he didn't find her amusing, because he did. To say that his mind hadn't accidentally crossed many boundaries would be another lie. In some instances, he was no better than her.
His mind had wondered very inappropriately. Plenty of times really. The way she argued back with him in class, the way she was so sure of herself and the way she looked that night in his clothes, of course his mind wondered when it shouldn't have, how could it not? But he knew better than to cross that line. The pitiful look in her eyes and her voice crack played in his head for days, he could not bear it. So he did something very foolish. Gunther set out with her backpack to her apartment, he had still had the location on his GPS and drove there with millions of thoughts through his head. Mainly, how hypocritical it was to tell her to not cross a line when he himself had and was about to even more. Gunther walked up the large building in the not so good part of town and looked disgusted. The building looked as if it was falling apart. With no plan, he realized how hard this would be, he looked at the buzzer on the side of the door and felt a little bit of relief but that relief quickly disappeared. Looking at the buzzer he hoped to find her last name and he did, but there was no way she'd let him in. So he buzzed another apartment.
"Yes?!" A man answered with a not very friendly tone. "Uh yes, this is...food delivery, the apartment I have the food for—" Gunther said suspiciously but the man on the other end had heard enough and buzzed him in anyway just to end conversation. Gunther did not like how easy it was to get into this apartment but nevertheless, he set out to find Y/N and thankfully from regularly gym going, Gunther did not suffer from the amount of stairs he had walked up just to find Y/N. He got to her door and paused. Was he taking this too far? He had no business coming here, aside from bringing her back her backpack. Deep down, he knew this was more than the backpack and hesitated, he considered leaving and with thoughts flooding his head, he stared at the door for a concerning amount of time before making a decision. What he should've done was leave the backpack there and leave, but he didn't.
Gunther knocked on the door.
He heard footsteps coming towards the door and felt a surprising amount of relief. Soon enough the damaged door with chipped paint and a concerning amount of scratches, opened. Y/N paused and her eyes went wide before turning into a glare. She looked down at her backpack and quickly snatched it before trying to close the door quickly but Gunther was quicker, he put his foot in the doorway. "Go away!" Y/N said, but Gunther did not move his foot. "Give me five minutes." He said as she tried hard to close the door on his foot. "I don't have anything to say to you." She said trying very hard to close the door but to no avail. "Please Y/N, just five minutes and then I'm gone." Y/N once again heard her name come from his lips and felt a shiver go up her spine. She paused for a second still putting pressure against his foot before sighing. She waited a second before slowly opening the door and Gunther looked at her in a way she had never seen, his eyes seemed softer. There she stood in a big baggy shirt and what he imagined was either nothing at all under or perhaps shorts. Either way, his eyes traveled and he had looked at her for longer than was appropriate.
"May I come in?" He asked politely, letting his eyes meet hers. Y/N glared at him for a minute before she opened the door further and gestured inside with a scowl on her face, he walked into the small studio and looked around. It was very her. It was exactly what he imagined it would look like. Pictures on the fridge, various different merch and a bit messy and there was a small smile that tugged on this lips. He then turned to her who had her hands on her hips and looked very annoyed. "What do you want?" She spat. That was fair, he deserved that. "Well firstly, I came here to apologize." He said. "Apology not accepted, are we done here?" She said crossing her arms. He sighed. "Y/N please." This was the most he had used her name and she wouldn't lie, she couldn't, she liked it.
"The way I spoke to you was out of line. In fact, the way I speak to you in general is out of line. And I do apologize." He said and Y/N tried hard to keep her glare. "I know I'm harsh, and I've been harsh to many, but not quite like this." He sighed, looking away from her once more unaware of what to say next. He knew he had to apologize, but there was something more plaguing his mind. As he walked towards the window to gaze out at the sketchy looking city, his mind raced. This was much more than a teacher having a least favorite student, this was something more personal. "Y/N I...I have taken this too far." He finally turned to her, her gaze softened slightly but she still looked very angry. "I have taken out my.... frustrations...on you, I have insulted you, I have been unprofessional and that is not right." Gunther said in a guilty tone.
Y/N stood there with her arms crossed not saying a word. Gunther's heart went at a quicker pace, he wasn't normally one to get nervous but this was something different. What he was doing was career ending, it was wrong in every way possible and he knew this was the end of his teaching, a small part of him yelled to just apologize and run off but he couldn't. He stayed there, inching closer and staring in a way he knew was wrong.
"Is that it?" Y/N said still with her arms crossed. Technically, yes, that was it. But not for Gunther, he couldn't leave, his body and mind wouldn't let him.
"I... suppose it is, yes." He said. It was now Y/N who walked closer and got in his face, or well, tried to anyway. "Then let me tell you something professor." Her tone was snappy and her glare was fierce and Gunther would be lying if he said he didn't like it. "You've made me feel stupid and you..you really did hurt my feelings." She said, her face softening. "But you're not actually to blame." Gunther was extremely shocked to hear this, he was expecting her to curse him out but instead Y/N seemed to be saying her own apologizes. "I can't get mad at you, you didn't do anything. It was me who crossed the line and developed this...stupid crush and...I'm the one who broke our promise. If I'm being honest, I'm just really embarrassed. And no offense, I'd really prefer to never see your face again, I'm actually considering moving countries." Y/N joked to lighten the mood and while a small smile came over Gunther's face, his guilt felt worse. Not only had he insulted her but here she was blaming herself for something that wasn't at all one sided.
"I'm really sorry and if it makes you feel better. I finally managed to drop your class and you won't be seeing me again." She said expecting Gunther to be ecstatic, but he was not. "Thanks for bringing my backpack..." She said looking down at her feet, her cheeks turning red.
"Y/N, please don't apologize. Listen," he looked down at her and debating. Maybe this was it, this was his out. Let her blame herself and keep your job in tact, but he simply just couldn't.
"You are not the only one crossing lines here, I....I've let my mind stray to improper thoughts..and that was wrong of me. But it's even more wrong to treat you as poorly as I do and I cannot let you blame yourself." He said. A blush spread across her face like no other. She was unsure of what to say, she couldn't believe what she was hearing and a warmness seemed to heat up her body all over.
"You have?" She said softly and in shock. An almost shameful look appeared on his face. "I have." He said lowly. Y/N looked up at him and her body felt warm, a tingle traveled down her and her stomach did a flip. "Oh.." she swallowed, unsure of what to do with this information. She wanted him, she knew she did but her anxiety told her that she'd only make a fool of herself but at the same time, she was very curious. "I'm sorry, I should leave." Gunther said, nevermind his job, what he cared about more right now was Y/N's feelings, something he couldn't say about anyone. He tried to walk away but she pulled him back. She held onto his arm and had pulled him close, her breathing was uneven and she couldn't let him leave. Their stare down seemed to go on for what felt like hours.
"I..." She tried to speak but no words came out but there was no need for words. Without thinking, Gunther had closed the gap, he snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her against him and leaned down for a kiss. Y/N's heart raced so fast it could've been mistaken for a heart attack. Their kiss was dominated by Gunther who kissed the younger girl hungrily. With one arm around her waist and his other hand on her face practically pulling her face closer to his, he knew this was wrong but he couldn't stop. Gunther began lifting up Y/N's baggy shirt and Y/N gasped softly, grabbing his hand. Gunther quickly pulled back.
"I'm sorry." He said hoping he hadn't taken this too far. Y/N looked nothing but worried and Gunther felt terrible. "Fuck...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—" said Gunther.
"No no, I'm not uncomfortable I'm just.... nervous." She said shyly. Gunther's breath was still fast and he could feel himself getting worked up but still, he wanted nothing more than to make sure she was okay. Y/N got closer in a more awkward way and grabbed his hand, holding it with both her hands. Her skin was soft and warm and Gunther wouldn't lie and say he didn't love it. "I...I should leave." He said as Y/N got closer. "Please stay. I...want you to... please." Her soft and slightly nervous pleas were enough to make Gunther melt and even more so when Y/N got on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, trying hard to look as if she knew what she was doing.
"Please..." She pleaded again in barely a whisper. "This is wrong Y/N..." He said weakly but he knew he wouldn't leave especially when Y/N said "I know. But I want you." And that was enough to have Gunther pick her up and take her to bed. Flopping her down, she watched as he took his shirt off at the end of her bed and tossed it to the floor. He crawled on top of her and began kissing her once again with impatience and hunger, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist pulling him closer. With every kiss, he hardened in his pants and rubbed himself against her slowly, he groaned into the kiss and began lifting her baggy shirt up slowly before breaking the kiss. "Is this okay?" He whispered, Y/N nodded her head although this wasn't as effective given that the only light in the room was the light coming from the window from the bright city down below. Gunther still saw it, however, it wasn't the answer he wanted.
"No, use your words." He said in an almost familiar tone Y/N had heard before. His stern tone and accent suddenly had Y/N feeling a different way and her neediness for him grew. "Yes, yes it's okay just... please...I need you." She whimpered, Gunther smirked and kissed her again, lifting her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She was left in nothing but a bra and her mismatched underwear. Y/N felt a bit self-conscious and hugged herself, she had never felt this vulnerable and insecure before and Gunther noticed this right away.
"Don't hide from me." He said in a voice that made Y/N soaked, he slowly grabbed her wrist and put her arms to the side of the bed to get a good look at her. "What are you worried about hmm?" Asked Gunther in a teasing way making Y/N blush. "I don't know I just...just feel a little insecure, that's all." She said in a weak voice. Gunther eyed her up and down with a hungry look in his eyes. "Don't be insecure mein liebling." He undid his belt with one hand and slid it out of the belt loops with a smoothness that impressed Y/N, he tossed it to the floor and undid his pants slowly. Pulling them down, he tossed them to the side and got back into the bed, kneeling between Y/N's legs and towering over her still. Gunther grabbed her hand gently and put it in his underwear, Y/N being too shy kept her hand there steady but Gunther made sure she felt and grabbed his hard cock, groaning in the process.
"You feel that sweetheart? That's because of you and this is not the first time you've made me like this." Gunther confessed making Y/N feel a wetness she had never felt before. "I've been wanting to fuck you so badly, and for a long time..." Gunther confessed, he used her soft hand to stroke himself and groaned. "So don't feel insecure, there's no need." Gunther finally took his underwear off revealing a size that Y/N was unsure if she could handle. She stared for a long enough time that it was almost comical, Gunther smirked and reached behind Y/N's back with one hand and unclipped her bra with ease. Gunther slowly undressed Y/N till they were both nude and staring at one another. Gunther hovered over Y/N and positioned himself at her entrance already feeling how wet she was and groaning.
"You sure Y/N?" Gunther asked one last time weakly and Y/N gave him that last bit of reassurance that was enough for him to slowly make his way inside of her. They both gasped and began moaning as Gunther took it a bit slow for Y/N to help her adjust to his size. He kissed her and grabbed her breast, playing with her nipple as he slowly fucked her. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist again. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He said, his pace now going a little faster without meaning to, he couldn't help it, she felt so perfect. "God....I wanted to fuck that little attitude right out of you." Gunther confessed making Y/N get wetter. Gunther felt this and chuckled.
"Is that what you wanted?" He was no longer taking it slow. Gunther had fantasized about this moment plenty of times in class as he stared at Y/N across his classroom. The amount of times he had gotten hard under his desk he couldn't count. "Is this what you thought about hmm? Did you think about me bending you over my desk and fucking you senseless till you learned how to behave in my classroom?" He mocked. Y/N moaned and held onto his shoulders for support as he pounded mercilessly.
"Answer me." He said grabbing Y/N's face and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Y-yes..." She moaned and he smirked, all too much enjoying that answer. "How often did you touch yourself thinking of me?" Asked Gunther.
"S-so many times." Y/N whimpered.
The smile on Gunther's face was cocky, it's exactly what he wanted to hear and hoped was happening. He wouldn't lie and say that the idea of Y/N thinking about him in that way wasn't arousing, it absolutely was. "Show me how you did it." Gunther leaned up slightly to give Y/N some room and Y/N had once again felt a bit shy, but when she began rubbing her clit as he fucked her and watched, the shyness seemed to disappear. Y/N was a messy haired, sweaty moaning mess and Gunther loved the sight of it. He soaked in the moment and his job was no longer on his mind.
"Braves mädchen..." Gunther moaned. Y/N didn't know what he was saying but she loved the way he said it and before she knew it she was close and so was Gunther. His rhythm became sloppy and his voice deeper as he groaned out things in German that Y/N couldn't understand. With one hand gripping the bedsheets so tight she was convinced she'd rip right through them and the other one working on her clit as Gunther pounded her in an unforgiving pace, Y/N's orgasm hit hard and in a way it never had before. Her moans were like music to his ears and watching her shake and fall apart underneath him made him lose it.
"Fuck fuck fuck.." he pulled out and made an absolute mess on Y/N that practically covered her entirely. Gunther stroked himself over her and got every last bit of cum out onto her before finally relaxing and attempting to catch his breath. Gunther looked down at Y/N who was flushed and breathing heavily, completely covered in sweat and Gunther's cum, it was a state in which she looked most beautiful to him. Finally, he put a gentle hand on her cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb. "You okay sweetheart?" He said softly, Y/N nodded her head. Gunther hovered over her taking the vulgar image all in and catching his own breath before finding the bathroom and coming back to clean Y/N off. Gunther was gentle with her and it made Y/N blush but the more logical thoughts had come swirling into her mind. She had just slept with her professor but what's worse is that it wasn't enough. Y/N wanted him to stay, this couldn't be it. The last thing she wanted was for him to put his clothes on and leave.
Y/N was not subtle, her worried expressions afterwards and awkwardness had caught Gunther's attention. "What's wrong?" He asked and Y/N felt too stupid to say. She tried to smile and act really cool but she was a terrible liar. "Nothing." She smiled, Gunther was unconvinced and concerned. Was she okay? Was she feeling regret? Did he accidentally hurt her? Gunther looked concerned himself. "Come on Y/N, tell me." He said in a soft demand. "Is everything alright?" He asked. Y/N sighed. "Yeah I just...I want you to stay." She said softly and Gunther smiled, laying next to her and pulling close into a cuddle. "I'm not going anywhere sweetheart." He said softly, brushing the hair out of her face but this did not comfort her. She wanted him to stay not just tonight, always.
"No I mean...I want you to stay..and come back." Y/N's words weren't exact but Gunther knew exactly what she meant, he feared this would happen and he knew this was a bad idea but yet, he wanted the exact same thing. Y/N searched for a answer in his face but when he took too long to say anything she sat up frustratedly.
"Y/N..." He began. He felt guilty, this was not the impression he was going for and this was not his intention. He sat up to comfort her but she did not seem interested at all.
"So that's it then? Is that what this was? You just fuck me and leave?" Y/N blurted out not even letting Gunther finish his sentence. He sighed but immediately corrected this statement. "What?! No of course not." he looked at her hurt expression and felt horrible, it was an expression he hoped to never see again. "Listen to me Y/N, okay? This is wrong, mainly on my part and I should not have acted on it but I did. And on a more personal level, I don't do relationships, much less with my students. I know who I am, I am a selfish stubborn man and more often than not, I only care about myself." He admitted making Y/N feel worse.
"But I am not a lying man Y/N, I won't lie and tell you that I didn't think of us both sexually and romantically, that I didn't enjoy having you walk around in my house wearing my clothes, that I didn't grow some feelings and that I don't want the same things as you, because I do." As he looked at Y/N, he caressed her face and he realized even more so that he wanted this just as much as she did. "And you Y/N, I will not say you are mature because that's just a lie older men tell younger girls and again, I am not a liar. You are very immature and you are stubborn as well and you get on my nerves entirely too much. You can't handle your liquor and you are argumentative and sometimes just plain stupid." He listed off, a familiar glare once again aimed at Gunther which made him smile.
"Is that all?" Y/N asked sarcastically.
"And yet," he said "Despite all of that, I was more than willing to give up my career for you." This shut Y/N right up and she stared at him in a look that made Gunther's heart feel as if it grew bigger. Confusion filled Y/N.
"So...then what?" Y/N asked quietly. And Gunther looked at her, staring at her for a minute and thinking back to all those moments, he smiled. He wanted this and he knew it, it was then that he made a decision.
"so then my dear, we just...make it work." He said kissing Y/N on the forehead.
"Really?" She questioned. Not believing what she was hearing.
"Yes really, although this does mean I will have to resign." He said and Y/N began apologizing and Gunther quickly stopped her. "Don't apologize, you haven't done anything. This is my decision and I much rather this than you switch schools or drop out. In fact, I'd be more than livid with you if you gave up your education for me or any partner for that matter." He said and Y/N blushed at the mention of being partners. There it was, officially. Gunther leaned back and held onto Y/N, they laid in bed together with Gunther holding onto her tightly. He kissed her lips before kissing her forehead before Y/N began talking and telling him stories of all the things she had called him, of when she knew she liked him, and Gunther listened to every word with a smile on his face, feeling a feeling he had never felt before. Y/N managed to talk herself to sleep in his arms and he held until he himself slept.
A year later.
Gunther sat in his home office with whiskey glass in one hand, taking small swigs every now and then as he graded essays that seemed as if he was a kindergarten teacher rather than a college professor. Footsteps broke his focus and caught his attention, he looked up.
"Hey professor." Y/N joked walking towards him and flopping down on his lap. "How's it going?" She asked giving him a kiss on the cheek and looking over at his laptop screen, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head gently against his. "As usual, they're terrible." He said. "Worse than mine?" She asked jokingly. "Oh no, yours were particularly bad." Gunther joked earning a playful slap from Y/N. He gave her a kiss on the lips but Y/N then grabbed his face lightly and pulled his closer, not letting him move back. He smiled in the kiss.
"You know I have to get back to work." He said in-between kisses.
"Can you take a break?" Asked Y/N rubbing his chest in his half unbuttoned at the top shirt. He could not say no to her. He smirked in this kiss and began pulling down her tank top.
"Get on the desk." He commanded. And before she knew it, she was in a familiar place, in a familiar position.
Warnings: pnv, creampie, threesome, facial, blowjobs, jerking off and age gaps.
Y/N and CM Punk had the perfect relationship, he was older sure but he treated Y/N like a princess and was more than willing to do whatever she wanted. It's why when he noticed his girlfriend staring at The Ring General a little too much, he knew that something was up.
She stared at him when he walked by or in the distance. When Punk and Gunther spoke about their next segments, Y/N shyly stood there not saying a word. She wasn't subtle and luckily for her, CM Punk was not an insecure man but he could see the toll this was taking on her. The guilty look on her eyes, the way she stared at Gunther with googly eyes and quickly looked away with an almost sad expression. Punk knew she loved him, but she also had a crush and he was okay with that.
After about a month of this and him noticing Y/N's guilt eating away at Y/N, CM Punk finally decided to do something about it. He had to be careful with his approach, he wasn't mad at her by any means but any questions he had for her would send her into a panic, he knew this.
One night on an episode of Raw, the two men began talking about their segment coming up. Y/N had walked up to her boyfriend not realizing Gunther was there too, her smile slowly faded. "Hello Y/N." Gunther said politely, Y/N's heart dropped and she almost looked too stunned to say anything.
"Hi.." she said sheepishly before dropping her head. She turned to her boyfriend and told him something quickly before trying to walk away, Punk pulled her back. "Where's my kiss?" He said teasingly. "Oh yeah, sorry." She kissed Punk and then walked away back to catering. Gunther noticed her odd behavior of course but he always chalked it up to her being a shy person. But this was weirder, she became increasingly more fidgety around him and all together avoided conversation. Y/N had to see Gunther more often due to him and Punk being in a storyline, eventually, Gunther without trying to be rude had asked Punk about it.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked CM Punk after Y/N had avoided eye contact with him and walked away for the millionth time. CM Punk smiled politely and crossed his arms. "No man, you didn't do anything." He reassured Gunther. "Well you did but nothing on purpose." CM Punk joked but Gunther looked at him confused. "I'll have to explain it to you later." Said CM Punk and he did. Punk had asked Gunther to meet with him at his home, Raw and Smackdown were in Chicago for the week so he had invited Gunther over to talk. It was finally time to speak to Gunther about this, he wasn't angry. In fact, he was more so concerned for his girlfriend.
The stress and guilt she felt was seemingly eating away at her and she couldn't take it any longer and neither could CM Punk. He hated to see his girlfriend so upset, at first he registered her crush as cute, he wasn't worried at all but now he could see that this wasn't something she could get over easily. Y/N had no idea what was happening that day until she opened the door when it rang and saw the large austrain there. Her eyes widened and he greeted her politely.
"Hello Y/N, nice to see you again." He smiled.
"Gunther, hi...what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Phil invited me over for a barbecue." He said politely, still confused on the look on Y/N's face, had he done something wrong? Did she not like him? He couldn't remember ever doing anything to offend her but if he did he would apologize immediately. He respected CM Punk and respected his girlfriend even more so. "May I come in?" He asked, Y/N nodded her head and stepped aside for Gunther to come in.
Y/N's heart began to beat incredibly fast and as CM Punk came down the stairs, she was tempted to go upstairs and hide away but that would be rude. "You didn't tell me we're having guests, I'm in my pajamas." Y/N tried to say causally. Punk knew what this was about and he was going to get to the bottom of it, but with her there distressed and Gunther there confused, he realized he had no plan.
"I'm sorry baby, you go get dressed and I'll start up the grill." He said kissing Y/N on the lips, she nodded her head and practically ran up the stairs. Gunther finally walked into the large house more and shook CM Punk's hand, coming in for a slight hug. They had casual conversation for a bit as they were outside, Gunther with a drink in hand sat in the chairs of their porch, he was very curious to know what this is all about.
"So, I imagine this isn't really a barbecue." Gunther said casually, taking another sip of his drink. Punk lit up the grill and looked over at him. "What makes you say that?" He said pretending as if he didn't know what Gunther was getting at. "Phil, there's no one else here and your girlfriend didn't even seem to know I was coming. Poor girl hates me and I've shown up to her house and ambushed her." Gunther said leaning back in the chair.
"She doesn't hate you."
"Certainly seems that way." Said Gunther.
"The opposite actually, she really likes and actually... that's what I wanted to talk to you about." CM Punk brushed his hands together cleaning them off and sitting on the chair closest to Gunther. Gunther stared at him curiously.
"I don't know how to say this in a way that doesn't sound weird." CM Punk said half jokingly. He stared at the ground before finally looking back at Gunther. "Well, I'll just say it how it is. Y/N's got a crush on you." Punk said making Gunther pause, he respected CM Punk, he respected Y/N. He did not want to get in-between them in any way.
"I'm so sorry Phil, I didn't know—"
"No no, it's not like that. Listen, I'm not a possessive man." He said to Gunther who was still confused as to why CM Punk wasn't angry. "I saw the way she looked at you and acted around you and I didn't care. But what I do care about is that she doesn't feel guilty and right now she's practically sick from the guilt. I can see it and it makes me feel terrible. I know she loves me and it's just a harmless crush, that's why I invited you here today. I have a proposal for you." Punk said standing up and slightly pacing around, trying hard to figure out what the best way to say this would be.
"All I want is for that girl to be happy, and if that means letting her explore this crush then I don't mind." Said Punk shocking Gunther, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at CM Punk with a strange look on his face, a mix of confusion and disbelief painted across his face.
"Are you suggesting I sleep with your girlfriend?" It was a crude way to ask but Gunther wanted to make sure he was hearing this right and despite the impolite words, CM Punk did not get mad. "If that's what she wants, if that's what'll make her happy." Punk said and Gunther still couldn't believe it. There was no way CM Punk was asking him this, it had to be a rib. Gunther was in such disbelief he convinced himself that this was the case. This was a weird joke CM Punk and Y/N were in on and for some reason they involved Gunther in it.
"Look, I know it sounds crazy but she wants you and she's beating herself up about it and I can't have that." CM Punk said, again, Gunther was expecting him to finally say that he was just kidding and that this was all a sick joke. But he didn't. He remained looking serious and almost just as stressed as Y/N looked earlier, it's because he was. CM Punk wanted Y/N to be happy no matter the circumstances but he understood why Gunther had reservations or maybe why he wouldn't believe him off that bat. Admitting you want to sleep with somebody's girlfriend, especially your friend, that's low and Gunther wouldn't be that kind of person.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to and I know it sounds weird, but at least now you know why she acts weird around you." Punk finished, he checked on the grill making sure everything was good to go. He realized perhaps this wasn't the best approach but he was just doing what he thought was right. Y/N finally came outside and looked at Gunther briefly before turning her head very quickly. Gunther's thoughts ran rapid and he wasn't sure what to make of all this, he still wasn't even too sure this wasn't all a big joke.
Lunch was quiet and awkward and Gunther excused himself stating he had a busy day today with press but this wasn't true and Punk knew it. Punk walked Gunther to the door as Y/N stayed behind putting all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
"Sorry man, if I made this awkward or anything. I didn't mean to invite you over here to ambush you." And CM Punk genuinely meant it. He wasn't thinking straight although now that he really thought about it, what kind of reaction was he expecting from Gunther? "No no it's...it's fine I just don't know what to say, I'm not even too sure you're not joking." Gunther said and Punk shook his head. "Not joking at all. Look she—" Punk turned around to make sure Y/N was still in the kitchen before turning back around to Gunther. "She's young, she's got a crush. I'm not gonna make her feel like shit about it. I know how it sounds, I do. But I can see the way that this is making her feel and I don't want that. I know she wouldn't do anything behind my back, hell, I'm not even too sure she'd be willing to do anything in front of my face with permission but it's something I'm willing to let her explore if it means she'll stop beating herself up about it." Punk said and it was by this point that Gunther was beginning to believe CM Punk was being serious.
"So...what? I sleep with her for a few weeks and see if she gets over it?" Gunther asked in a sarcastic tone. "And what if she doesn't? Then what?" Gunthers tone almost sounded annoyed, if anything, this should've been a good sign. Gunther was a good friend and not at all willing to ruin their friendship over something like this but to Punk this was almost a point of frustration. He didn't want Gunther to take his girlfriend and run, he simply wanted him to let Y/N indulge in her crush a little bit.
"Then that's a chance I'm willing to take. I know my girl, I know how she is. To be frank and I don't mean no disrespect by this, I'm not worried about you." Punk's tone almost sounded just as equally annoyed, he understood how it sounded sure but Gunthers tone wasn't needed. "It's like you don't understand what you're even asking of me—" Gunther began but quickly CM Punk interrupted. "I know exactly what I'm asking you to do. It's nothing crazy, just indulge her a little bit." Punk said as if he were reasoning with Gunther.
"Indulge her? You can't be serious." Said Gunther.
"As a heart attack. Look, I'm not asking you to knock her up and have a shotgun wedding, I'm just—" the sarcasm oozed out of Punk's words.
"No, of course not, that would be crazy. You're just asking me to fuck your girlfriend." Gunther said in a tone CM Punk didn't appreciate. By this point Y/N had heard the small bickering from the kitchen and decided to see what it was all about. They remained bickering slightly and taking the time each to come up with more sarcastic ways to poke at each other until Y/N came up behind CM Punk.
She stood at the doorway and looked at the two men who fell silent but both had annoyed looks on their faces. CM Punk hated Gunther's tone, it was almost like he was implying that CM Punk wasn't man enough to keep his own girlfriend and that he was just handing her out and Punk didn't appreciate that or worse, was Gunther implying something about Y/N? Their faces concerned her, were they talking about her? Did she do something wrong? Did they know? "Gunther here was just leaving, he's got things to do..." Said Punk trying to keep a neutral tone but Y/N could recognize that face. Y/N nodded her head. "Uhh, bye then." She said awkwardly to Gunther whose face softened. "Goodbye Y/N." Gunther said, he looked over at CM Punk and simply gave a nod, that was his polite way of saying goodbye before leaving.
After that, Gunther seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts and easily distracted. He tried very hard not to let his mind wander but it was impossible. Gunther left CM Punk's house thinking about how absurd this all was, CM Punk may not have been a possessive man but Gunther certainly was and he couldn't imagine offering his girlfriend up like that to another man. But his mind wandered all weekend. He thought about Y/N, how her interactions with him all seemed to make sense now and shamefully, his mind filled with not so polite thoughts of Y/N. He thought about Y/N, her pretty face, the way she got shy around him, had she thought about him too? How far had her thoughts about Gunther gone?
Days had passed and his mind seemed stuck on Y/N and the proposal, the thought of sleeping with Y/N kept him awake for many nights. Shamefully, a twitching in Gunther's pants one day let him know that his thoughts had gone too far. He tried to ignore it but the twitching had gone to hardening and the thoughts of Y/N became more filthy. Her smile, her hair, her everything, the way she always spoke to him so quietly. His pants became uncomfortably tight so Gunther undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles letting his large cock spring free, he sat back down on the armchair behind him and spit onto the head of his cock. The spit dripped down and Gunther began to stroke himself slowly till his cock was fully covered in his own spit, he moaned with every stroke. He started slow thinking about how bad he wanted Y/N. How much he wanted her on top of him, bouncing up and down. How tight she probably was, how badly he wanted to cum all over her.
"Fuck.." he groaned as he started to stroke himself faster. The wet sounds of the spit and precum loud in the silent room. Gunther swung his head back and began moaning louder thinking about how badly he wanted to fuck Y/N, he didn't care anymore if it was technically disrespectful to his good friend, he accepted it, he wanted to fuck his friends girlfriend. Gunther's chest moved up and down from his hard breathing, his loud groans echoed the hotel room as he finally reached his peak. Thick ropes of cum burst out and covered his hand completely and Gunther tried to recover his breath. He gave a few lazy strokes and squeezed the head gently to get the rest out and the shame he once had was seemingly gone. Gunther now only had one thing on his mind, Y/N. He cleaned himself up and grabbed his phone. It was a simple text, one of which he hoped CM Punk understood.
"We need to talk."
Gunther sent it and waited for a response. Within minutes Punk had texted back "See you at Raw." Gunther wasn't exactly sure how to approach this but when he saw CM Punk in the hallways of the arena that following Raw, he decided he'd start with an apology.
"Phil," he said getting Punks attention, Gunther gestured with his head to a more private corner of the arena and they both walked over. "How you doing man?" Punk said politely, the annoyance he had once felt completely gone.
"I've got to be honest with you. I'm not doing so good, I've been thinking a lot about the last time we spoke and I just wanted to apologize for disrespecting you in your home, that was not my intention, I was just a bit caught off guard." Said Gunther. Punk nodded his head. "It's cool, no hard feelings at all and I'm sorry for just dropping that on you." Punk said honestly. They stood there for a bit of an awkward minute before Gunther spoke once more. "Have you said anything to her?" Asked Gunther. "No, I didn't want to freak her out but she knows something's up. After you left she thought she did something and she's been pretty down about it." Said Punk, Gunther gave a sympathetic look.
There was a long pause before anyone spoke. Gunther was unsure how he'd phrase this so he decided to just come out and say it.
"Is the offer still there?" Gunther asked.
"Still there."
"And how exactly is this going to work? You can't possibly think she's going to agree to this even with the feelings she has. Don't you think this would be strange for her?" Gunther said.
"I actually did think about that and yes, it definitely would be strange for her but I also know my girl, I think she'd really enjoy having two guys take care of her, she's just too shy to admit it." Said Punk causing Gunther to give him a strange look.
"Are you suggesting we...share her?" Asked Gunther.
"Essentially, yes. We'd have some ground rules but yes, we'd share her." Said Punk.
"And you think she's going to agree to this?" Asked Gunther.
"I think she will come around to the idea of it. She's a shy girl but she's also into some things you wouldn't believe. I have no doubt she'll want to give it a try. All I want for her is to be happy, poor girl has been walking around like a sad puppy acting like she's done something wrong and she hasn't." Said Punk and the thought of that was still crazy to Gunther but he agreed. The only trouble was bringing this up to Y/N. Punk knew his girlfriend well enough to know that if they just went up to her like this, now, at work, she'd hate it.
Gunther and CM Punk talked, coming up with different ways they could approach this situation. They decided that once again, he'd come over for the week.
"I just couldn't...stop thinking about her." Gunther admitted during conversation.
"Oh I get it, trust me. That's exactly how I was when we first started talking. She acted the same way with me that she's acting like with you, that's how I knew." Punk said, he knew his girlfriend was pretty, he knew people wanted her and Gunther was his friend. He was perfectly comfortable with Gunther having some time with Y/N because he knew Gunther wouldn't overstep. The conversation seemed to turn dirty and by the end of it, the two men seemed to agree on one thing, they really wanted a piece of Y/N, whether it be separately while the other one watched or the more favored option between the two, sharing her at the same time. They set a plan in motion, tomorrow for lunch Gunther would come over to Punk and Y/N's Chicago home and they would explain to Y/N her options. CM Punk loved Y/N, that's why he hoped she wouldn't take this all the wrong way.
That next day was one of nervousness for the two men, they usually weren't this nervous about anything but this was a big deal. Gunther had come over for lunch. This time, CM Punk made sure to warn Y/N so she was prepared for him. What she wasn't prepared for was the awkward way the two men spoke around her, like they knew something she didn't.
"I hear you have a championship match coming up." Gunther said to Y/N trying to make conversation. She looked over at him and stared at him almost unable to say words. "Um yeah...I do...I'm kind of nervous about it actually." Y/N said softly, Punk ran his fingers through her hair and looked at her with a smile. Gunther smiled as well. "Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. You always do." Gunther said making Y/N obviously blush, she looked down at the ground trying to hide her face which only made the two men smirk. "I agree, you always do amazing." Punk kissed Y/N on the side of the head making her face go completely red now. The positive words from both men made Y/N's heart soar but then a wave of guilt hit her and she excused herself. Normally, Punk would let her run off but not this time.
"Hold on sweetheart, wait here for a second.." Punk said grabbing her hand gently and pulling her back. She stared at her boyfriend curiously and Punk shot over a look at Gunther who looked at him back with an almost cautious face, almost as if to tell him to be careful. This was it, this was the moment.
"I gotta talk to you for a second." Said Punk, putting his hands on Y/N's shoulders and lightly pushing her down into the chair, Y/N's heart beat fast. What was this about? Was she in trouble? Did she do something wrong? Punk could see the look on her face and quickly reassured her. "Everything's okay baby, promise." He said but Y/N was not convinced. "Actually it's us that has to talk to you.". Punk said motioning between him and Gunther and Y/N's heart fully dropped at this point. They knew, they must've and that's when Y/N's tears started to build up but quickly CM Punk went to comfort her.
"Y/N—" he began "Gunther and I—"
"I'm s-so sorry" she choked out, letting a tear roll down her face. The two men stared at her sympathetically but slightly shocked by the sudden outburst and CM Punk immediately went to give his girlfriend a hug. He kissed her on the cheek before picking her up and sitting on the chair himself, then, he sat her on his lap. "Baby don't be upset. Nobody's mad at you, nothing's wrong. Me and you are okay and Gunther isn't mad at you either." Said Punk wiping her tears. "You're okay baby." He said holding her close. Gunther scooted his chair closer to them and began rubbing her back gently, the sudden gesture made Y/N jump slightly and turn to him with a worried look on her face.
"See, nobody's upset with you." Punk said but this did not make Y/N feel better.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. I swear I wasn't thinking about doing anything and I love you so much and I don't deserve yo—" she sobbed but Punk shushed her.
"Don't talk like that. There's nothing wrong with you. I get it, you got a crush and that's okay. Like I said sweetheart, nobody's mad at you. I'm not mad at you, we're just fine. We're not gonna break up and Gunther especially is not mad at you. That's why we're here with you now, we can't stand seeing you like this." Said Punk reassuring her, Y/N's crying stopped for a second. She was confused. "I especially can't stand seeing you beat yourself up like this. I invited Gunther here today so we can all talk." He explained but Y/N still didn't get it. "W-what is there to talk about?" Y/N asked, Punk hesitated and looked at Gunther who also was equally at a loss for words.
"Well, there's plenty to talk about but if you're not in the mood to talk today that's fine, we can talk to you whenever you're ready." Punk said caressing his girlfriend's cheek. She was still confused.
"Both of you?" She asked. Punk nodded his head. "Why both?" She asked quietly. And again, Punk looked over to Gunther for some help but Gunther said nothing. "Well....that's exactly what we needed to talk about." Said CM Punk. He held his girlfriend tightly making sure she was comfortable and felt as safe as possible. "We know you like Gunther and we're okay with that. I'm okay with that. And I'm willing to....let you explore that. Not even willing really, I want you to. Whether that's you getting some alone time with Gunther or...a bit of both of us. Whatever you want baby, as long as you're comfortable." He said making Y/N blush. Both of them? Truthfully, it's not the first time she thought of it but she didn't think it would ever happen and was too ashamed to admit she liked the idea of it.
"I..." She began but she didn't know what to say. She looked between the both of them with a worried expression and it was at this, Gunther finally spoke. "If you want me to leave, just say the word and I will." Gunther said as he leaned in closer to Y/N, she didn't want him to leave but she felt too weird asking him to stay. CM Punk gently rubbed her upper thigh in a comforting motion and Gunther grabbed Y/N's hand gently. She felt a warmness in her face, this was a dream for her but she still hesitated. Surely they weren't suggesting what she thought they were suggesting.
Her hesitation and silence did not help as Gunther took this as a sign of her discomfort. He began getting up to go, the last thing he wanted to do was ambush Y/N and make her uncomfortable which he made sure to reiterate to her. But Y/N could not allow this, she grabbed Gunthers hand as he stood up. "No wait," she said softly. Both men looked at her as she bit her bottom lip nervously. "I don't want you to leave." She said sheepishly, she looked at Punk and grabbed his hand as well, now holding both men's hands. "And...and I don't want you to leave either." She said to Punk.
"I'm not going anywhere baby, I'll always be here for you." Punk reassured her.
"I love you Phil and I always will, but lately I've just been thinking about Gunther a lot and it started awhile ago and I've felt so awful." Y/N admitted with a sad expression and CM Punk smiled, reassuring her it was okay. "You don't have to feel awful Y/N, just tell us what you want." Said Punk sweetly. Y/N hesitated before speaking. "It sounds really selfish but I just want....I just...I want...both...of you." The blush on her face became darker, she couldn't believe she had said that. Both men smirked at each other then her, Gunther put his hand on Y/N's cheek. "How do you want both of us?" Gunther asked but Y/N dropped her head down shyly, afraid she had said too much. "C'mon baby, you gotta use your words or we won't know how to take care of you." CM Punk said to his girlfriend, making her raise her head up slowly. She looked at Punk then at Gunther and began to speak. "I.... I want both of you..uh.. together and I want you to both always be with me." She said awkwardly not able to say exactly what she meant.
They both knew what she meant but they needed that extra reassurance. "Do you want both of us to fuck you at the same time sweetheart?" CM Punk purred in Y/N's ear. She bit her lip and looked over at him, nodding her head. They both smiled and looked over at each other then at Y/N, both men hardening in their pants. Punk grabbed his girlfriend gently and stood up, having her in his arms, he carried her off to bed with Gunther following behind. He gently put her down on the bed and stood there. With both men at the end of the bed staring at her, her shyness was overwhelming. She always was shy around Punk even for as long as they've been together but now it was increased, Gunther was here and as she looked down at him she could see the giant bulge begging for a release.
"You sure baby?" Punk asked one more time, Y/N nodded her head and with that, CM Punk crawled on the bed behind her so that she was sitting in between his legs with her back to his chest. He rubbed her shoulders gently, kissing her on the neck and cheek before he ran his hands down her body to her legs and pulled her dress up exposing her panties to Gunther who smirked at the wet patch he saw forming already. Punk spread her legs wider and Y/N whimpered which made both men chuckle. "Already making noise and we haven't done anything yet." Teased Punk. Finally, Gunther pulled his pants down revealing his large cock making Y/N gasp.
"Poor baby, Gunthers gonna destroy you." Punk said as he pulled the straps of her dress down revealing her breasts. Gunther stared at Y/N, taking her all in. She moaned as CM Punk began playing with her nipples, tugging and twisting them lightly. Y/N threw her head back laying it on Punk's shoulder as he kissed her on the cheek and continued playing with her nipples. She was soaked and she could feel Gunther crawling over. He kneeled in front of her between her legs and stared down at her soaked panties as he stroked himself. CM Punk reached down into her panties and began rubbing her with his one hand while the other still played with her breast.
Y/N was a moaning mess only made worse by Gunther taking over. He pulled down her panties a bit too roughly and tossed them to the side. Punk watched all this and Y/N could feel him hard against her back. Gunther inserted two fingers inside her and went agonizingly slow drawing a breathy moan from Y/N that made his eyes flick up to her, he smiled as he withdrew his fingers and began rubbing her clit in circles with her own wetness. The two men fondled her in every which way possible, with Punk groping her tits and Gunther rubbing her clit. She moaned loudly which was soon muffled with Gunthers mouth on hers, the kiss was sweet and slow as he still kept his pace while he rubbed her clit. she knew her climax would be coming very soon. Suddenly, he stopped rubbing and lowered his head down between her legs.
Y/N gasped as she felt his tongue swirl on her clit, he pressed deeper with every movement of his tongue until finally his tongue went too fast for Y/N to handle. She could feel her climax building up and bucked her hips even more into Gunther's mouth. Gunther grabbed her hips with a strong grip and began rocking her back and forth on his tongue. Punk pinched her nipples now and kissed and sucked her neck till he left a mark though his eyes remained on Gunther as he watched him tongue fuck his girlfriend, and shamelessly, he liked it. Y/N came hard, both men held her down lightly as her entire body convulsed and they waited for her to catch her breath before CM Punk laid her down flat and scooted next to her head. Both men stroked themselves as they watched Y/N try to catch her breath and ran their hands all over her.
"Fuck..." Gunther said in a breathy moan, "You're so beautiful. I bet your pussy feels amazing." He stroked himself faster, and Punk smirked. "Oh it is, trust me. You okay now baby? You think you can take more?" Punk asked noticing Y/N's breathing slow down, she nodded her head and immediately Punk scooted closer, kneeling on the side of her face and tapping the tip to her lips. "Suck on my cock sweetheart." Punk said. Y/N opened her mouth ready for him, he slid his cock in her mouth slowly, letting her try to take as much as she could before he put his hand under her neck, lifting her head up slightly so he could put himself down her throat. She gagged and Punk smiled. "You're doing so well. You ready for Gunther, baby?" He asked. "Mhmm" Y/N hummed though it was muffled by her stuffed mouth. Gunther positioned himself between her legs, he teased her sensitive clit with his tip and lightly tapped her a few times making her flinch. Gunther smiled.
"God you're soaked." Said Gunther sliding himself up and down her slit making her moan on her boyfriends cock. Punk picked up a faster pace, saliva fell down the side of her cheek and her eyes began watering from the gagging. Finally, Gunther slid himself in stretching Y/N in a way that made her squeal. Punk moaned as Y/N continued to have him in her mouth, moaning and trying to adjust herself.
"You doing okay darling?" Gunther checked in on Y/N, she moaned in approval and squeezed his hand and Gunther began slowly thrusting. Gunther was a moaning mess with every thrust and Y/N moaned on Punk. With every thrust Gunther became faster and by the end of it, he was pounding her. Y/N couldn't keep Punk in her mouth anymore, she was moaning loudly and unable to keep a good pace but Punk didn't mind, he stroked himself over her face and watched as Gunther fucked her.
"So...tight.." Gunther groaned as he slammed into her. He wanted to fill her badly and Punk could see it. "Don't worry, she's on birth control. You can fill her pretty pussy all you want." CM Punk groaned out as she stroked himself more. Gunther's movements became sloppier especially as Y/N tightened around him, letting another orgasm rip through her. Her body shook violently as she gripped the bedsheets tightly. He put her legs on his shoulders and hammered away now, folding Y/N up practically. The sight of another man fucking his girlfriend was sickly enough to make CM Punk reach his peak, he stroked faster till he came hard all over her face covering her.
Gunther was no further behind and seemed to lack any rhythm now. "Fuck..meine liebe..." Gunther moaned as he filled her so much he leaked out, Y/N whimpered as both men took ragged breaths looking down at her. Punk reached over to grab a shirt to clean Y/N's face. "You okay pretty girl?" Punk asked his girlfriend, she nodded her gently. Gunther collapsed on top of her trying not to crush her with his weight. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling into a hug and he breathed hard while he laid his head in the crook of her neck. This was perfect for Gunther, she was everything he had imagined and he wanted nothing more than to lay here and cuddle with her forever. They laid there for awhile with Gunther stroking Y/N's hair gently, still on top of her. Gunther was sweaty, warm and exhausted, despite all that he still couldn't keep his hands off of Y/N.
"Scoot over big guy" Punk joked to Gunther eventually, Gunther sloppily rolled over, spooning Y/N who faced Punk who was also as equally close. She was in the middle of the two men and had never felt happier. Punk pulled her into a slow and passionate kiss. Gunther rubbed Y/N's shoulder gently, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I think maybe we should clean up." Gunther suggested. Punk agreed and the two men got out of bed and helped Y/N out of bed who seemed to have a harder time standing up. Gunther smirked and kissed her on the forehead. "Sorry darling." Gunther said with a cocky smile secretly enjoying the way Y/N stumbled to the bathroom with her legs dripping. Y/N turned the shower and waited for the water to warm. The two men insisted she go first but she insisted they all shower together.
The two men seemed to not be able to say no to Y/N so they both walked into the large walking shower with Gunther standing very close behind Y/N and Punk standing in front of her. The warm water felt incredible on her sore body and she let out of hum of approval. Both men watched Y/N hungrily and she leaned back and rested her head on Gunther's chest. Punk turned around and grabbed Y/N's loofah that was in her favorite color, he put her body wash on it and began gently washing the front of her, secretly using this as an excuse to feel her up. Then, he handed the loofah to Gunther who washed her back and did the same as Punk, both men rubbed her body all over gently before turning the shower off and taking her to bed.
They laid on each side of her gently caressing her and each one after the other kissing her all over the face.
"How are you feeling darling?" Gunther asked.
"I'm okay, just a little sore." Y/N said.
"I bet, you took a lot today." Punk said as he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "And the days not even over yet, you've still got more cock to take." Said Punk making Y/N's eyes go wide. "But for now, you gotta rest up so I can fuck you later and I'm sure Gunther here would like another turn too." He said making Y/N blush thinking about another round with the two men. They smiled at her and made her as comfortable as possible, both holding her close and sandwiching her in the middle comfortably till she fell asleep.
Requested by: @chainsawsangel (I am so sorry, I hope I did this justice. Merry Christmas!! ðŸ˜)
He wasn't in his usual attire, in fact, it was the complete opposite of his usual attire. Gunther dressed in regular pants, sneakers and a hoodie which looked odd to Y/N, she was so used to his more formal attire but he refused to bring attention to himself, not during her big moment.
"You ready?" He asked rubbing her shoulders gently and staring at her lovingly. She gave a smile but the panicked look on her face remained. "Yeah, i'm ready....just nervous." Said Y/N as she fidgeted with her gear. "Don't be, you'll be fine. Just don't think about anything else, focus on your match, you're going to do great. You always do." His large hands held her face gently as he leaned in, giving her a kiss on the forehead first and then the lips. For a second, she felt warm and fuzzy, that's how he always made her feel. She had finally calmed down but that calmness soon came to an end a producer called her over towards gorilla. Her eyes widened slightly.
"I'll be in the crowd watching. Don't stress my love, you are going to be amazing." He gave her one last hug, engulfing her with his arms and giving a long kiss on her forehead. Gunther finally let her go and smiled.
"I love you." She said before leaving. "I love you too." He said. She walked nervously towards the curtain, pacing slightly around until her entrance music hit. Despite the opportunity, despite the big match ahead of her, all that was on her mind was her loving boyfriend. She reminisced on their relationship, how lucky she was to have him. She thought back to when she first saw him in the hallways of her former job.
The WWE halls were more corporate, not as relaxed as the current AEW halls she walked now. She remembered seeing him around but not bothering to speak to him. Even with being so fresh into his career, Gunther was champion plenty, he had been champion for most of his career while Y/N struggled in WWE creatively, leading to horrible burnout. The sport she once loved became a chore and by the end of it, she knew she had nothing left in the tank. With her dreams unfortunately coming to an end, she felt as though everything was falling apart, that was until Gunther came into her life. It started small, a kind act blossoming into something more and she could remember it like it was yesterday.
Y/N had established a ride earlier in the week, but by the end of Raw, it seemed her ride had different plans, leaving her waiting out in the cold and with no idea what she could do. Y/N was pissed, she sat on her suitcase outside in the parking lot shivering practically to death. She scrolled through her phone looking up ways she could get to the next town at this time when suddenly, a voice startled her.
"You alright?"
Y/N turned around to see Gunther with his bags and suitcase walking up behind her. She gave a polite smile. "Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out a ride or something." She said trying not to make it sound like a big deal, if she was being honest, she was frustrated enough to cry. Gunther stared at her with a confused expression. "You don't have a ride?" He asked. "I did but it looks like they already left, it's fine though, I think I'm gonna try to maybe take a bus into the next town or figure something else out." She said. Gunther now looked at her like she had suggested robbing a car to get to the next town.
"a bus? You want to take a bus into the next town?" His tone almost made Y/N feel as though she had said something dumb. Gunther doubled down on this by saying "That's stupid, don't do that. You don't know what kind of strangers will see you going to the bus stop and follow you there." And while that was a good point, his thick accent and serious tone made it sound as if he were mocking Y/N, which made her want to listen less. By this point, she didn't care to offend anyone anymore, she knew she'd be leaving WWE very soon so it wouldn't hurt to tell the current World Heavyweight Champion to mind his business but of politeness, she didn't.
"It's not exactly like I have any other options." She said. Gunther looked at her for a moment before taking the car keys out of his pocket. "You can ride with me." He said, Y/N blinked. That's not at all what she thought he'd say. "It's okay really, I can figure it out myself." She said resisting, she knew it would be an awkward car ride, she had seen him around plenty but up until this point they had never spoken and she was much more a fan of figuring it out herself.
"You're going to be sitting out here for a while trying to figure it out. Look, it's late. There's no buses running at this time and if there are, then you'll either be walking to a station hours away or ordering a ride there to then pay for a bus into the next town to then pay for a hotel, do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?" Again, his tone was not nice but he made a good point, one of which Y/N didn't even think of. "Just ride with me into town and you can rent a car from there after that, okay?" Gunther said hoping she'd say yes so they could get out of this cold.
"Except, I can't rent a car because I don't have a license." Said Y/N poking a hole in his plans now. Gunther looked dumbfounded and Y/N was mentally preparing herself to be mocked. "You are how old and you don't have a license?" Gunther crossed his arms and stared at her genuinely waiting for a response but she did not give one, instead, she scoffed and told him it simply wasn't her fault she didn't have a license.
"Listen, it's freezing out here and I'm tired and I want to go rest, do you want a ride or not?" He said in a tone a bit more snappy than he meant. To be truthful, his first impression of Y/N wasn't a good one, she seemed to have an argument for everything but despite that, she said yes to his offer and they walked into the parking lot. Y/N followed behind Gunther attempting to keep up with the fast walking man, when he had offered a ride she thought he meant in a rented car of his, not a giant tour bus.
They stopped in front of it and Y/N couldn't help but admire it. Gunther, much the gentleman he is, grabbed all of Y/N's things and took them inside as well as his own. Y/N thanked him as she awkwardly stood there watching him put her suitcase and bag next to a very nice looking set of sofas and his own bag in a large back room that she could see a luxurious looking bed in, to say she was jealous would be an understatement. Gunther came back out and saw Y/N standing there awkwardly.
"Sorry I don't have extra beds, I never thought I'd have anyone on the bus," he said "But these couches are really comfortable and they recline as well." He said showing her the buttons on the side. He showed her the remote to his large TV that hung off the wall, he showed her the fridge that was filled with many healthy snacks and foods and his alcohol collection.
"Help yourself to anything you like." Gunther smiled. Y/N felt extremely awkward, also making a note not to touch anything that looked too expensive.
"Thanks, this is all....wow." Y/N looked around at everything once more then back at Gunther who looked exhausted but was still trying to make Y/N feel comfortable. He walked to his room and grabbed one of the blankets and one of his pillows and brought it to Y/N.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked.
"No, I think I'm good. Thank you so much, this is really nice of you." Y/N was defeated, after an incident like that it only added to her wanting to leave but her burnout was finally in the back of her mind as now, the thing she focused on was traveling with Gunther. This would be at least more than a few hours, how would this go? Would it be awkward? Well, it was slightly awkward. The rest of the night went on without incident and as Gunther slept, Y/N stayed up watching old TV sitcoms eventually falling asleep after hours.
The next morning she woke up to the sound of movement, her eyes opened to see Gunther there making himself some food. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Did I wake you?" He asked.
"No no....well yeah actually but I should be up anyway." She said getting up and stretching.
"Do you normally wake up this late?" He said finishing up making his sandwich.
"No, I just couldn't sleep last night was all." Y/N grabbed things from her bag and awkwardly walked over to the bathroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of herself. Her hair was a big tangled mess and she felt slight embarrassment that Gunther had seen her this way. Once she got herself together she walked back out to see Gunther sitting on the couch eating his sandwich, his eyes met hers. "I made you a sandwich." He said pointing over to the counter where he had left a perfectly made sandwich on a plate for Y/N, she smiled at this and thanked him, taking the sandwich and sitting next to him.
"If you don't like it you don't have to eat it, you won't hurt my feelings." Gunther said smiling, Y/N took a bit and smiled, accidentally with her mouth full thanking him. Once they both finished up he took both their plates and watched him, Y/N couldn't help but blush at this. He was nothing like how he played on TV and while she could've guessed that, she never actually interacted with Gunther. They were leagues apart.
"How long till we get to town?" She asked watching as he dried his hands off.
"Five hours." He said simply.
"Five hours?! God I thought we were almost there." She said. They were only going into the next state, how could it be taking this long? She thought by now surely they'd almost be there.
"And you wanted to take the local bus." Gunther said a bit sarcastically which earned a bit of a glare from Y/N who did not appreciate the comment.
"And what would you have suggested?" She asked with the same amount of attitude as before in he parking lot.
"I would have suggested getting your license in the first place so you wouldn't have to rely on people that leave you behind." He said sitting down next to her casually as if he had said nothing. If he offended her, he didn't care, it's what she needed to hear in his mind.
"Any word from them?" Gunther asked.
"The people who were supposed to ride with me?" Asked Y/N and Gunther nodded his head. "No, they've completely ghosted me. To be honest I don't even care anymore." Said Y/N defeated and Gunther could hear it in her voice. "If you didn't offer me a ride I was seriously considering just going home and never coming back." She said trying to make it sound like a joke, but it wasn't, Y/N had thought about not showing up plenty of times. There was nothing to do for Y/N and she seemed to not be going anywhere in her career and she was not happy. Without meaning to, she explained this all to Gunther who listened without judgement and without realizing it, she had spent hours venting her frustrations to him and by the time she was done, they had finally made it to the city.
She apologized profusely but Gunther reassured her that it was okay and that if she ever needed to talk, he was there. By the time the next show had happened, Y/N and Gunther had begun texting more and more and he'd even gone as far as to invite her back on the bus which she said yes to. With traveling together now and more venting, they grew closer and closer and as they traveled, fans outside the arenas began to notice them going into the tour bus together and began taking pictures.
Traveling then led to training together one on one a lot and Y/N's wrestling improved even more and her feelings towards Gunther began to form.
"Oh I'm so sorry darling." He said one evening while training Y/N and accidentally dropping her too hard on the canvas of the performance center. Y/N blushed as the nickname and the gentle way he rubbed the back of her head. "I'm alright." She said blushing. "You sure?" He asked still extremely close to Y/N. They trained together so much that others began to take notice but did not say anything. Y/N even began getting a bit more confident and flirty.
More flirting led to Gunther finally asking Y/N on a proper date. One with candles and wine, one in which they both had a little bit to drink and had come back to the tour bus undressing each other and by the morning had woken up in each other's arms. They had been inseparable ever since. But their fairytale came to an end briefly when Y/N in frustration decided to walk out on Monday Night Raw and she never looked back. Gunther supported her decision, he never once judged her and supported her when she decided to go to AEW. It was tricky to navigate their relationship. Gunther did not like Y/N traveling by herself, he even went as far as to teach her to drive and get her a car so she'd never rely on anyone else.
And though he missed seeing her more often, he saw how happy she was. How much TV time she got, how much a star he knew she could become and for that, he was happy. They called each other every night and talked about each other every now and then but kept things private as they were now in rival companies.
This did not stop the curiosity and many interviewers seemed to try and pry more and more information out of them. Gunther remained stoic, giving simple answers when asked about Y/N.
"She's happy, she's healthy. We see each other when we can and I'm very supportive of everything she does and I'm very proud of her, she's so talented and I'm glad people are finally starting to take notice of that." He'd say and Y/N loved the way her boyfriend spoke of her. She was just as equally private but seemingly more willing to speak on their relationship.
"oh Gunther is so sweet actually. He's always just so supportive and kind and the hard part is just not seeing him as often but when we do it's always the best." She'd say and it was true. The time spent together was always made special. With the little time together, Gunther made sure to make every moment count. He brought her back gifts, he treated her to dinner and he spent every last second with her.
Finally, after years of grinding, it all paid off. Tonight was her big championship match and while she wished her boyfriend could be in the front row, she understood why he couldn't. Gunther hid himself in a hoodie and sat close to the front, trying not to draw attention to himself. It was a classic AEW match, there was weapons and blood and Gunther watched slightly nervously in the crowd hoping that his girlfriend wouldn't get injured during her big match.
Y/N jumped off of ladders, fell into tables that were on fire and finally did a thumbtack spot that made Gunther wince. WWE had weapons of course but nothing like this and Gunther didn't particularly like when she participated in matches like this but she was happy, so he said nothing. After what felt like the hardest watch of Gunther's life, it finally happened, for the first time in her career, Y/N had won a championship.
He watched as she held her new title closely with tears in her eyes and he couldn't help but smile widely as she applauded and cheered loudly for her. Backstage seemed to be a bit more awkward, Gunther was a WWE guy walking around amongst people who would rather do anything but work for WWE. He ignored them, this moment was not about him but his girlfriend. Gunther found her in the training room getting examined, the doctor picked the thumbtacks out of her skin as she winced and Gunther walked up to her immediately kissing her on the cheek.
"Congratulations my love" he said hugging her slightly as she was clearly hurt and covered in blood slightly. She smiled into the hug and then grabbed his face, gently kissing him. Her smile made Gunther's heart soar as she showed off her championship with a huge smile.
"it's about damn time!" She said as she looked down at the big belt as the doctors still were picking thumbtacks out of her skin.
"I couldn't agree more." He kissed her forehead again . Throughout the picking out of the thumbtacks and checking for any major injured, Gunther held her hand through all of it. When the show was finally over, they went back to their hotel room for the night.
"Should we celebrate?" Y/N said groaning as sat down on the bed clearly sore from her match. "I made plans for tomorrow to celebrate with you before I have to go back on the road, for now, I think you should rest." He said standing over her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Y/N looked up at him with an almost suggestive look that he knew all too well. "Doesn't mean we can't celebrate now." She said. Gunther smirked. "Don't you think you're a little too sore darling?" He asked placing a hand on her cheek and slowly caressing it with his thumb, a small act that always made Y/N blush every time he did it.
"Oh I'm never too sore for you." She said.
"Oh yeah?" He questioned and she nodded her head. Gunther pushed Y/N down on the bed and she hissed in pain. Her back was extremely sensitive from everything but especially the thumbtacks. Gunther then hovered above her making sure not to lay on her or put any pressure on her body. "Still not too sore?" He asked now, he wasn't trying to hurt her, only prove a point.
"Maybe a little but I can still manage." She said smiling through the pain. Gunther laughed. "Trust me sweetheart, I'm not protesting." He said lowly as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "But I think you should rest for tonight, I wouldn't want to hurt you." He laid down next to her and pulled her close to him gently, she clearly winced from all the bruising she had which only further proved Gunther's point. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek. He hated seeing her all bruised and beaten but it's part of the territory and he knew this. She stared at him with a soft smile on her face but he could tell she was fighting sleep.
"Don't fight your sleep darling, you need rest." He said but Y/N ignored him. "I just wanna stare at you some more." She said in a sleepy tone that made Gunther smile. "I'm not going anywhere sweetheart, I'll be with you all week. You can sleep." He reassured her, kissing her on her forehead and pulling her closer. She looked at him in shock. "Really? I thought after tomorrow you had to go back on the road for Raw?" She asked, he smiled at her. "Nope, I've got the whole week with you. That was the surprise but I can see the worried look in your eyes." He said, Y/N smiled and gave him a kiss, this was the best news even if the surprise was spoiled and now she could finally relax. Gunther wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. Her breathing slowed finally and Gunther held her tightly and smiled looking down at her face as she slept. He kissed her on the forehead once more and held her till he himself fell asleep.
My favorite part about me is I have 4 different abandoned Tumblr accounts, all with tons of followers on them and then every now and then I'll go back and drop a fanfic and then go back into hiding. Now I kinda feel like I gotta lock in.
would you ever take any requests for gunther x reader??
Oh I definitely would. Though I am a very unreliable fanfiction writer, literally the joke of leaving for a few months and having something incredibly dramatic happen and then randomly just dropping a x reader for fun. That's me. But yes, I would.
A/N: this is very bad, I haven't written in years.
Y/N was a bright star in NXT with a bright future ahead of her, but she wanted more. She had seen plenty of NXT stars come to Raw or Smackdown and make their debut on the main roster, they challenged people or they simply just showed up for a couple of matches and despite having only been on NXT for a year she thought to herself, if they could do it why couldn't she?
So here she was, in Adams Pearce's office, nervously asking for a match on Raw fully expecting him to tell her no, but he didn't.
"I've seen your matches down at NXT, I'm very impressed." Adam Pearce complimented a smiling Y/N. "I definitely wouldn't mind putting you in a match tonight." He said making Y/N ask him if he was being serious before smiling and nearly bouncing up and down with joy, but that joy was cut short as a sudden loud bang nearly gave her a heart attack. It was the door to Adam Pearce's office and Y/N looked over startled to see who it was.
Gunther.
He had been gone for months and there he was looking as uninterested as ever. He walked towards Adam Pearce making Y/N back up next to the other side of Adam, he hardly noticed Y/N as he stared down Adam Pearce. "Gunther," Adam said trying to fake enthusiasm. "Good to see you again." He tried his best to sound professional but he wasn't much of a fan of Gunther. Without hesitation Gunther immediately began his demands. "Forget CM Punk or Jey Uso," he said in an almost disgusted tone "I should be #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship." Gunther said, Adam Pearce sighed loudly in annoyance, he hated when people came into his office immediately demanding things. "You know that's not how this works. If you want a title shot again, you have to earn it." Said Pearce, Gunther looked furious. This was ridiculous, CM Punk and Jey Uso make joke champions in Gunther's eyes, the World Heavyweight Championship belonged to Gunther. So he argued, he told Adam Pearce exactly how he felt about the two fighting at Saturday Night's Main Event and how much more deserved it, Y/N awkwardly watched. Maybe she should leave? But she still never found out who her opponent would be. Maybe she should come back later.
"No!" Adam Pearce shouted making Y/N snap out of daze. "That's not how this works! You don't come into my office making demands." Adam Pearce said angrily, Y/N felt awkward but she justified herself in her head, she didn't come to Raw making demands, she simply asked if she could have a match.
"You know what Gunther? You want a match? You want to earn your way into a title picture, fine. You've got a match tonight." Adam Pearce said, Gunther scowled but agreed. Anyone that Adam put in front of Gunther he'd destroy, he wasn't worried.
"A mixed tag match." Adam said catching both Y/N and Gunthers attention. Gunther looked confused and annoyed, "Mixed tag? I don't do mixed tag matches." Said Gunther feeling incredibly insulted. "Well, tonight you do." Adam said simply before backing up to allow Gunther and Y/N to now finally see each other, although Gunther paid her no mind as he kept glaring at Adam. "And this is your partner." Adam said gesturing over to Y/N whose eyes widened as she stared at Adam in shock and now looking almost slightly worried at Gunther. Gunther turned his gaze over to Y/N, he looked her up and down and laughed mockingly. "I can't tag with this....child." he spat out, Y/N looked incredibly offended.
"Child?" She questioned but he ignored her.
"Well, you two better figure it out because your match is next." Said Adam Pearce. They both looked at Adam Pearce annoyed before slowly they made eye contact, Gunther slowly walked closer to Y/N, towering over her. Her breath hitched, she looked up at him with an almost fearful look. She wasn't scared of him, he was just intimidating and she most definitely was intimidated. "Just stay out of my way." Gunther said before giving her one last look and walking away. Gunther slammed the door behind him which made Y/N jump. She finally took a breath, not having realized she had even been holding her breath for so long. Okay, this was no time to get nervous or panic she thought. Y/N was a slight bit annoyed with Adam Pearce but as to not ruin her chances on Raw, she said thanked him, although a bit sarcastic sounding, and walked away to get ready for her match.
At gorilla, she was just as nervous as she had been during her NXT debut, but this was a much larger crowd and it was like she had never wrestled a day in her life. Her music hit and she took a deep breath before walking out, the crowd seemed to recognize her and they cheered decently enough for Y/N's liking, suddenly her nerves melted away and she was able to appreciate how much of an amazing moment this was. Here she was on Raw, sold out show and crowd cheering for her. She smiled but her smile slowly faded as suddenly her music stopped and Gunthers music started, she turned around and there he came, walking towards her with that intimidating face and walk.
He had walked straight past her without even just a small glance her way, she walked behind him, trying to keep up with him. They got in the ring at the same time and when Gunther turned around, there she was. He had nearly slammed into her with how close she accidentally was, he glared at her but said nothing. Then, Judgement Day's music hit and there came out Dominik Mysterio, Roxanne Perez and Raquel Rodriguez. Gunther laughed, what an easy match this would be. He could take Dominik out with his eyes closed. Y/N however seemed to not find the humor in this situation, Roxanne was a good opponent and she knew exactly how Judgement Day worked, Raquel would be there to try and help and given who her tag partner was, Y/N knew this was practically a three on one.
The bell rang and Y/N looked over at Gunther almost nervously. "Stay over there, this will be quick." Gunther said shooing Y/N away. Y/N walked towards the ropes and got on the apron, Gunther started the match and immediately began wailing on Dominik. After much abuse, Dominik eventually managed to get a few kicks in and run over to Roxanne to tag her in. Gunther looked aggravated, especially as Roxanne mouthed off to him in her annoying voice. Gunther glared at Roxanne and turned around as the referee warned him to tag Y/N in, he scowled and turned to Y/N and in an almost entirely sarcastic and condescending way, he put his hand out for her to tag. She glared at him slightly before just as equally with attitude, she tagged herself in and got into the ring. What she didn't mean to do was look at Gunther the whole time she was getting into the ring which distracted her and made it easy for Roxanne to run up and drag Y/N away by her hair. Gunther watched unimpressed, this is exactly what he thought would happen if Y/N got in the ring. Truth be told, he never watched any of Y/N's match and hardly knew of her but so far from what he was seeing, she wasn't worth knowing.
But one counter changed everything, granted, it was a dirty move to do and Gunther found it very childish but it worked nonetheless and gave Y/N the upper hand. Roxanne had had Y/N in a submission and without thinking, Y/N bit Roxanne's hand making her yelp and let go, the referee warned her not to do it again and Gunther watched as Y/N began finally getting some offense in. Gunther wouldn't deny how good somebody was and if he was being fair, Y/N was good. Her technical style was fantastic and as much as he didn't want to admit it, she was good. Better than what he thought.
He watched her wrestle and suddenly his opinion of this match changed, the second he had to tag her in he was sure they would lose but now he was almost positive that they'd win. That was, until Judgement Day cheated. Y/N had gotten close to the ropes without realizing that Dom was on the floor right by her feet, just as she was about to run and do her finisher, Dominik grabbed her ankles making her fall flat on her face. Y/N grabbed her nose in pain and Gunther watched annoyed. Not that he particularly cared for Y/N, in fact he didn't care at all. But what he didn't care for even more, was cowardice. Judgement Day were cowards, anyone that has to constantly cheat is just showing that they're not that good. And Gunther, was about honor. Sure, he was mean and sometimes cruel, but he respected anyone who could best him and had an ego because he knew he was that good and he could back it up. Judgement Day couldn't say the same. He examined the situation before quickly deciding what to do, Gunther jumped from the apron onto the floor and ran towards Judgement Day's side and with a quickness, kicked Dominik Mysterio so hard he practically flew to the other barricade. Raquel watched in shock and quickly ran over to check if he was okay, Roxanne began yelling at Gunther from the ropes, all of which he ignored. Y/N saw the opportunity and took it, she quickly crawled over and rolled Roxanne up for the victory.
Y/N practically jumped to her feet but stumbled horribly, the referee checked on her before raising her hand up, Gunther got in the ring and the referee raised his hand as well. In an almost condescending way, Gunther clapped for Y/N but he certainly didn't look like he meant it. He looked as if he was mocking her and in her mind, he probably was.
The lights in the arena went down for commercial break and Gunther and Y/N walked backstage. They walked alongside each other but didn't say a word till the end of the hallway where the male and female lockers separated. Stupidly and childishly, Y/N spoke first.
"uhm," she said catching his attention, making him turn around. Truthfully he was going to head straight to the locker room without saying a word to her, what was the point? They partnered up, albeit forcibly, they won and that was it. They had no reason to be speaking to each other ever again. At least, that was what was on Gunther's mind.
"Good match right?" Y/N said awkwardly as Gunther stared at her like she was the most annoying thing in the world. He can give her credit in some areas, like her wrestling ability, but that was it. As for social skills, it seemed like Y/N hardly had any. "We really did great....so uh...I'll see around I guess." She said now realizing how stupid she was.
"Let me make something clear to you, dummes Mädchen," he said, and while Y/N didn't know what that meant, she knew for sure it couldn't have been anything nice. "We," he said gesturing between the two of them. "Are not friends. We had a match in which I had to save you by the way, or we would've lost, and that's it." Gunther said, Y/N's once slight polite smile now turned into a frown. How rude. She knew Gunther already could be awful but she thought maybe if she were just a little nice then maybe he would be too, but she was clearly mistaken.
"Noted." She said dryly before walking away. How could she be so stupid? She walked away feeling slightly embarrassed and hoping to avoid Gunther at all cost but that seemed to be impossible. When she went back to NXT, to her surprise, she got a visit from an apologetic Adam Pearce.
"I'm sorry Y/N for putting you together with Gunther, I was frustrated and I brought you into something and that really was unprofessional of me." He explained, Y/N smiled sweetly and told him that it was no worry and that she understood. "And look, to make it up to you I've booked you in a #1 contender match against Roxanne." He said making Y/N smile brightly, this was the best news she had heard all week and it definitely overshadowed the embarrassment she felt at trying to be nice to Gunther earlier in the week.
"Really? Thank you so much! I won't let you down I swear." She smiled and without thinking, hugged Adam Pearce who was a little taken aback but put a hand on her back respectfully, Y/N was sweet and it did make Adam Pearce feel bad to have put her in a situation like that.
Y/N had totally forgotten how embarrassed she once was until she saw Gunther in catering eating a plain boring salad, she watched him for second before her embarrassment came back suddenly and without meaning to, she dropped a glass which made a very loud sound and caught Gunther's attention. Y/N wanted to die right then and there, she apologized profusely, she couldn't admit that she had gotten distracted by the now staring at her Ring General. She looked over and he was looking at her curiously and she quickly snapped her head. Feeling as though she was going to be laughed at, she walked quickly to a far away empty table to eat her fruits. What an idiot honestly, could she be more embarrassing?
She tried to think about her match and not the pure dread she felt. Soon, she finished her food and quickly ran out from catering and to the locker room not knowing that Gunthers eyes had followed her.
What a strange girl. He was surprised to see her back on Raw and wondered if this was just an opportunity or would he be seeing more of this strange girl. He could admit she had some skill although, now that he thought back on it, she was a bit sloppy and Gunther was a perfectionist. He had no doubt she was just like every other NXT girl. Bright-eyed and hopeful, excited to "tell a story" for everyone and had no real care for the principals and art of wrestling. And like every other NXT girl before her, Y/N would no doubt come to the main roster and become irrelevant or end up getting released and working shows in school gyms or selling pictures to weirdos online. Gunther was not impressed.
Even still, he found himself walking by a monitor and stopping. He was watching her match and again, there was that skill. If only she could just tune it a little bit. He surprised himself, he had stood there with arms cross watching the monitor with a stern look on his face but the match was cut short by Y/N once again getting tripped by Dominik Mysterio, she held her already sore from last week nose but still kicked out of a pin.
Roxanne began arguing with the referee while Y/N rolled out the ring to catch her breath for a couple seconds before she grabbed onto the ring apron and pulled herself to her feet and began to get up to get into the ring when once again, Dominik grabbed Y/N's ankle, pulling her down and making her smack her face straight onto the side of the ring. Dom quickly weasled away and was far gone by the time the referee began counting.
Gunther watched with a slight feeling of annoyance.
Unfortunately, Y/N was counted out and lost the match. She was livid, her once sweet features now showing nothing but anger. She glared as the laughing Judgement Day mocked her while backing up onto the ramp. Y/N would not let this go, this is the second time they've cheated and now she had lost a match on Raw, what a waste of an opportunity. It wasn't enough to have a rematch, no, she wanted payback and that's exactly what she set out to do when she stormed backstage.
Jumping Roxanne would be terrible, not exactly a Raw worthy candidate although given some of the people on Raw, Y/N thought with behavior like that she'd fit right in. What she wanted most to do was kick that stupid mustache right off of Dirty Dom's face. Gunther once again watched her in a distance only this time she didn't notice at all, he watched her pace around frustratedly. He didn't care. Ironically, Gunther's match coming up was against Dominik Mysterio which would be an easy night for him, and unlike Y/N, absolutely nobody would interrupt a Gunther match without having a serious death wish.
Gunther made his way down to the ring, then Dominik. The match began and as Gunther expected, he immediately got the upper hand which made Dom leave the ring several times. It was aggravating, it was cowardly and eventually Gunther got tired of this and his abuse towards Dominik became even harsher.
Suddenly, Y/N's music hit and Gunther accidentally loosened his hold on Dominik while looking over to see her. She came storming down the ramp angrily and ran to the ring, hopping on the apron and beginning to loosen the turnbuckle pad. The referee ran over and began questioning her and yelling at to get down, which she did, and when the referee's back was turned to tie it back on, Y/N slipped into the ring and immediately kicked Dominik between the legs so harshly that even Gunther seemed to wince.
She immediately rolled out the ring and watched with a satisfied look on her face and Gunther looked at her, not really sure what to make of the situation. On one hand, he could find humor in the situation and admired that she wasn't willing to just back down, on the other, she ruined his match. He didn't need her help and he certainly didn't need her interrupting his matches. The referee turned around and looked confused as Dominik was still hands between his legs and clutching for dear life, Gunther put a simple foot on his chest and the referee began counting. He won.
She walked backstage completely satisfied with herself, what she didn't expect was Gunther to stop her.
"That was very cute." The familiar intimidating accent said behind her, she turned quickly and there he stood, once again towering over her as if she were a child. "I admire your need for revenge, but I will say this, don't ever interrupt one of my matches again." He said in an almost threatening tone and Y/N was confused. If he won, what's the big deal? She wasn't purposely interrupting his match to annoy him, she was just trying to get back at Dominik Mysterio for ruining her match. But rather than explaining herself, there seemed to be only one thing that slipped out of her mouth.
"Or what?" She said.
She surprised herself honestly but rather than being thrown across the room like a volleyball, Gunther only chuckled. She amused him, so for that, he would let this slide.
As the weeks went by, Y/N was invited back to Raw many times after and before she knew it, she was on the main roster. She loved it, her schedule was much busier but she didn't mind it, she was happy. The only thing ruining her Raw experience was Gunther. Perhaps ruining it was a strong word, he wasn't ruining it but he was just always there. They seemed to have a habit of running into each other and in Y/N's case, that meant sometimes literally running into Gunther which she then awkwardly apologized for and ran off. Wherever he was, she somehow ended up there. Y/N felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her.
Gunther seemed to think differently, it wasn't some cosmic force bringing them together, it was Y/N. He was almost convinced that she was bumping into him and constantly around on purpose, or maybe he was just noticing her more than he noticed anyone else. But that couldn't be it, sure, Y/N was pretty but what overshadowed that was how annoying she was.
Gunther stood there once again, arms crossed, and watching the monitor. There Y/N was trying her hardest against Raquel Rodriguez. He watched intensely as they fought, there again was that sloppy skill Gunther had taken notice of. But much like the times before, she was cheated out of a win.
She walked backstage feeling like she needed to throw whatever she could get her hands on but for the sake of professionalism, she didn't. Again, Gunther watched and he even seemed to notice just how much Roxanne and Raquel took a real dislike to Y/N. The following weeks were no different, and that dislike bled into other matches Y/N had that Judgement Day weren't even a part of.
Y/N decided enough was enough, she was going to storm into Adam Pearce's office and demand he take care of this just like she had practiced in the mirror for weeks. But the practice was useless, as soon as she walked into Adam Pearce's she suddenly felt less brave, especially as Gunther was right there too making her feel even more embarrassed.
Of course Gunther was there, why wouldn't he be? He always seemed to be around at the worst times. Gunther looked at her with what Y/N could make out was a scowl, or perhaps that was just her face, she honestly couldn't tell but what she did know was that this would be less embarrassing if he wasn't here.
"Y/N, nice to see you. Just one moment okay?" Adam Pearce said politely and suddenly all the mean things she was going to say, disappeared. She politely nodded her head and said nothing, Adam Pearce smiled and turned back to Gunther and his smile instantly faded.
Adam Pearce sounded aggravated, frustrated, Y/N had no idea what they were talking about but it sounded like Gunther was still trying to shove himself into the World Heavyweight Championship match. Maybe, Y/N thought, if she were more assertive like Gunther then maybe she could get things done, but that was giving him too much credit. Assertive? Rude perhaps, at least in Y/N's eyes, but she noticed something. As Pearce was talking, Gunther just continued to stare at her. Did she have something on her face or in her teeth? Maybe her false eyelashes were sliding off? Y/N turned her head in any other direction but Gunthers. Both to avoid eye contact and to see if there was anything reflective she could check her appearance in.
"Are you even listening?" Both Y/N and Gunther looked at Adam Pearce who seemed like if he had hair, he'd be ripping it out right about now. Gunthers eyes flickered back to Adam. Was he staring at her? Why was he staring at her? The conversation dragged on again and in an effort to be more assertive, she interjected.
"Listen," she said getting both men's attention, they both looked at her and she gulped, her heart beating fast. She couldn't do this, she wasn't an assertive person. Even so, she spoke despite her heart hammering away. "I'm sorry but this is really important." She said, before Adam could say anything Gunther spoke.
"So important that you had to interrupt my meeting?" Said Gunther.
"Yes," she said making Gunther raise an eyebrow, "Wait no." She said realizing how it sounded, she wasn't here to purposely interrupt Gunthers meeting, she didn't even know he had one.
"Which is it Y/N?" Gunther questioned as Adam Pearce seemed over it already.
"No, no I'm not here to interrupt you on purpose but—"
"But what Y/N? It may not be your original intention but it is exactly what you are doing." He said getting closer, Adam Pearce shot Gunther a warning glare but he again stepped in front of Y/N, making her feel so small and weak as he looked down at her.
"So immature, so childish." Gunther said rudely, Y/N's once awkward face turned into a glare, and it was the first time he had ever seen Y/N ever look this angry before, not even Judgement Day brought a face out of Y/N like this.
"Hey! What's your problem?" And without thinking, she shoved a finger to his chest almost as if she were scolding him. Gunther looked down at her finger jammed lightly into his chest and back up to her eyes, he smiled. Now this was amusing. Who was she kidding?
"Why are you such a..." And she hesitated, maybe she was taking this too far? But Gunther seemed to still find the humor in this, or rather, he didn't take Y/N seriously at all.
"A what? Go on, speak your mind." Said Gunther.
"A dick." She said making both Adam and Gunther stare at her in surprise, Gunther laughed, a genuine laugh that only annoyed Y/N more. He then patted Y/N on the head, she slapped his hand away but he kept laughing. His laugh rang through her ears and her face turned red in embarrassment, she could honestly cry from how stupid she felt and how angry she felt. What was Gunther's problem? Why did he seem to enjoy being so cruel to others, specifically Y/N. Without thinking, Y/N slapped him across the face surprisingly hard. She gasped and put both hands to her face. She was shocked and Gunther's smiling face now showed a murderous look.
"Gunther, I am so sorr—"
Gunther stepped so close to Y/N that she nearly fell over from him practically running into her. Y/N regretted her decision, slapping him felt satisfying but it definitely wasn't worth the possible chop coming her way. Adam quickly put his arms in between them and tried pushing Gunther away fearing for Y/N's safety. Gunther put his hands up, he wasn't going to hit her, of course not, he was a gentleman. He was only going to berate her till she cried, but he had to admit, she was pretty ballsy (or stupid) to do something like that. The initial shock wore off and he seemed not upset her while Y/N seemed to feel genuinely bad for him.
"That's enough you two!" Adam shouted making them both snap back into reality and look at him. "I won't have this." Y/N looked at him confused, why was she getting yelled at too? I mean, she slapped him sure but what about the other times he was mean? Did that not matter? When Y/N pointed this out Adam seemed to understand her upset but quickly Gunther interrupted.
"Again, so childish. You know, I was starting to gain a little bit of respect for you but I see that you are not brave at all, you're impulsive. You make stupid decisions and act like a child after." Said Gunther earning a glare from Y/N.
"I said I was sorry!" She said.
"Yes, that's the problem—"
"Stop it! Both of you!" Adam interrupted.
Gunther and Y/N stared at each other. They seemed to not listen to a word Adam Pearce said until something really caught their attention.
"You want a title shot so bad Gunther? Fine, you got it. It'll be you vs Jey Uso and CM Punk at Saturday Night's Main Event." Gunthers attention finally focused on Adam Pearce and it took him a second to register what was said but when it did, Gunther smirked while Y/N scoffed.
"That's not really fair, he gets given an opportunity despite being literally Satan—"
"Life isn't fair dummes Mädchen" said Gunther.
"You're right Gunther, life isn't fair" said Adam Pearce. "That's why for your match, I have the perfect referee in mind to make sure everything is fair." They both stared at Adam almost wide eyed, he gestured to Y/N with a smile. "Y/N here will be the special guest referee." He said making Y/N's jaw nearly drop to the floor. I mean, what an opportunity sure but as if Gunther didn't hate her already.
"You can't do this!" Gunther said getting into Adam's face, Adam glared. "I can, and I just did."
The days leading up to the match had both Y/N and Gunther worried. They seemed to be avoiding each other however when they passed by each other in the halls, Gunther always made sure to stare at Y/N as if she had set his house on fire and Y/N seemed to be avoiding eye contact entirely but she always managed to catch his glare. Y/N was nervous, not just because she'd be in charge of such a large match but because Gunther began making her nervous. There was something about him that made Y/N feel stupid, the small interactions they've had made Y/N feel like she had to IQ of a rock and even when avoiding him, he seemed to just always be on her mind.
Without meaning to, she watched him in the halls. She watched him catering, and occasionally when he had a match she seemed to stay at the monitor a little too long. Her thoughts suddenly began consumed by him and she was more than annoyed with herself about it. Gunther seemed to be suffering a similar issue although his thoughts were more on which way he'd throw Y/N across the arena if she messed this up for him and he was sure she would.
But Y/N wasn't planning on it. If the roles were reversed she'd want Gunther to be fair so she would do the same for him but she knew this was his worry and despite everything, she just couldn't.
The day of the match she got into her cute referee gear that she had got custom made, she admired herself in the mirror but something caught her attention in the reflection behind her. It was Gunther. He paced back and forth, occasionally doing some kind of stretch before going back to pacing. He looked like he was thinking something deeply, Y/N wondered if he was actually worried and a part of her felt bad but at the same time, did Gunther ever get worried? She could not see him as a nervous person and maybe he deserved to be worried.
Y/N tried to ignore him, if he was worried then good! He deserved it. But there was a small voice in her head asking her a question: Did he?
Y/N sighed and turned around, walking towards Gunther hesitantly with her heart racing. He looked up and there she stood, he stared her up and down not really meaning to, Y/N gulped.
"Hi.." she said awkwardly gaining no response from Gunther. He looked at her with a glare on his face, or perhaps that was just his regular face. "I just wanted to say that um..if you're worried about me not letting you win, that's not gonna happen." She said nervously, again, he said nothing. "I know you don't like me and you probably don't believe me but I'm being honest with you and I promise you that I'm going to be fair." Gunthers once stoic face had a small tiny hint of confusion or maybe intrigue, with Gunther it was hard to tell.
"I uh, I pinky promise." Y/N smiled softly but awkwardly, holding out her pinky which Gunther just stared at her hand and then Y/N's face. Y/N was such a strange girl, Gunther really couldn't make much sense of her and in a way, that intrigued him.
Y/N grabbed Gunther's hand which made Gunther snap out of his thoughts and stare Y/N holding his hand up towards her and wrapping her pinky around his. Her hands were warm and soft, a contrast between his cold and rough ones.
"See? Now it's official. I can't ruin your match." Again, another awkward smile from Y/N as she looked up at him. He didn't say anything, mostly because for the first time he was at a weird loss of words, the shift between finding Y/N slightly annoying to finding her strange in a matter of seconds was strong. Mainly because, if despite everything and her feelings towards him she didn't ruin his match, it would be a complete shock to him.
Y/N had stood there for way to long, accidentally holding Gunthers hand and staring up at him as if she were thinking a million things. When she realized she was still there and still holding his hand with her pinky wrapped around his she apologized and let go. "Well uh, I'll see you later....good luck." She said quickly before walking away and cursing herself in her head. Why was she so damn awkward?
Gunther watched as she walked away now having Y/N in her his head when he should be focused on the match but it was no matter, once it was time for it he was fully confident and prepared, the only thing stopping him was Y/N who stood in gorilla along with Punk and Jey Uso, looking nervous. She bit her nails and fidgeted around waiting for her music to hit. It finally did and she went out and smiled and waved to the crowd, high fiving everyone that had their hands out. Then it was time for everyone else to come out. First it was Jey Uso, then CM Punk and then it was Gunther. Y/N stared at him and she could've swore he was making his way down the ramp staring directly at her but she was hoping she was just being paranoid.
After entrances were done and the match type was announced, Y/N stood there a little nervous as she's never been a referee before and before she knew it, the bell had rung.
Y/N did the usual referee things, telling them to get off the ropes, counting, counting when they were outside the ring and Y/N was weirdly having a lot of fun.
Though, that fun ended quickly.
It was a rookie mistake really, standing too close to the wrestlers, how was she to know really? She wasn't a referee. Y/N stood behind Jey Uso way too closely watching the match, Gunther went for one of his signature chops with Jey ducked out of, Gunther accidentally swung hard into Y/N's chest making her collapse. Gunther did not mean this obviously and surprisingly, he felt bad. There was Y/N on the floor clutching her chest and gasping for air as other referees came to check on her. She struggled to breathe and all opponents stopped to see if she was okay.
Jey Uso apologized profusely stating he had no idea she was behind him, Gunther just watched. Surprisingly, Y/N pushed away the other referees stating she was fine and used the ropes to try and get up, to her surprise, Gunther helped her up. He reached a hand out and she took it hesitantly but got to her feet. They looked at each other for a moment. And again he surprised her by simply asking if she was okay to which she simply nodded her head.
The match went on as normal and near count after near count had Gunther frustrated, one particular near count CM Punk had kicked out which slightly shot Gunther towards Y/N who was on her knees counting, they sat there close together and Gunther gave Y/N a frustrated look, she gave him a sympathetic look and repeated to him that it was only two. He continued the match and finally after a powerbomb and throwing CM Punk out the ring, Gunther pinned Jey Uso for the title.
The crowd booed and Y/N reached out for the title that was handed to her ringside, she walked over to Gunther and handed it to him which made him smile, she gently grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm up pointing to him. Slowly, they made their way back up to the ramp and backstage, Y/N was going to go back to the locker room to change when something stopped her, a familiar accent she knew all too well.
"Y/N" his voice intimidating as always, she turned around still clutching her chest from earlier. Gunther noticed this and again, a small twinge of guilt. Which was odd, in any normal circumstance he would've blamed her, completely her fault, she should've not been so close but weirdly, he didn't feel that way. "Are you all right?" He asked catching Y/N off guard. She blinked and stared at him as if he just grew a third eye, was he okay?
"Uhh, yeah. Yeah I'm okay, just you know...dying a little bit." She joked which actually earned a small smile from Gunther. "Uhh, are you okay? Did you hit your head when I wasn't looking?" She asked making him chuckle softly. "I did not mean to hit you." He said, Y/N nodded her head slowly. "It's okay...I'm okay really." She said smiling though a giant red mark appeared on her chest and Gunther was sure that would bruise. "I must admit, for such a small weak person you took that very well, I was expecting you to need to be taken backstage after that." There he was, but strangely, in his own way, that was a compliment. "And you kept your word." He said referring back to the forced pinky promise.
"I told you I would. I take pinky promises very seriously Gunther." His name sounded sweet coming from her and the conversation they were having for once wasn't completely abysmal. Gunther honestly gained a slight bit of respect for Y/N, not only did she take that chop and get right back up to finish the match, she kept her word. Despite everything he had said to her, she kept her word even if it was over a stupid childish way of promising.
They stared at each other, Y/N took a deep breath once again rubbing her chest as if it were hard to breathe. "You should probably go see doc or perhaps rest for a bit." He suggested, Y/N smiled again a bit awkwardly and nodded her head. "Yeah, I probably should....well...uh...bye. oh and congratulations." She smiled and turned away walking back towards the doctors with her hand to her chest. Gunther again, seemingly as always, watched.
The next few weeks were weird. They bumped into each other plenty, saw each other plenty but there was no longer glares or hostility. They both thought back to that match, Y/N thought about how it seemed as though Gunther no longer disliked Y/N, at least not completely and she found that strange. Gunther thought about Y/N, how strange she was and thought back to her smile and promise and strange resilience. Without meaning to, Y/N seemed to stare at Gunther a lot and she wasn't as subtle as she thought she was because Gunther had caught her doing it many times.
Despite the new distraction, Y/N still had the same old problems: Judgement Day. She could never quite win clean over them and they still seemed to be coming in and ruining everything else for her and even with a talk with Adam Pearce finally, nothing seemed to work. Gunther could see Y/N's frustration building up and see how clearly no help was being given and even he was frustrated for her. Her ringwork became cleaner and she was good, he wouldn't ever not admit that but it seemed every single time she had the upper hand, she would get cheated out of a win. Y/N wasn't sure what to do especially as she had a big title opportunity coming up but she wasn't even excited at the thought of winning her first championship because she knew she was going to get interrupted as usual. In her racing thoughts, she had a strange idea, one that made her for sure think she had lost her mind.
She walked down the hall nervously, playing with her ring, twisting it all around her finger anxiously. There she stood in front of a door and sighed, she hesitated before knocking on the door gently. When it opened, there he stood. Standing over and looking down at her with his usual look.
"Gunther," she said softly, it was strange the way his mind seemed to react to her saying his name. "I...I know it's not your problem but...look, I've tried everything. I've gone to Adam Pearce and he was no help and I've tried to do it on my own and I just can't. Judgement Day ruins everything and...and I have this huge championship match tonight that I know they're gonna ruin it." She stopped herself realizing how stupid this was.
"What are you asking of me Y/N?" He said making her look back up at him.
"Just...well I was wondering if..if you could help me..maybe." she said nervously. This was a waste of time, and now Y/N felt embarrassed. "Sorry, you know what nevermind, I'm sorry, don't listen to me." She said beginning to walk away, again feeling like an idiot and cursing herself out internally.
"Give me one good reason I should help you." He called out to her, she stopped mid walk before turning around slowly, she stepped towards him. "Despite everything, I'm coming to you. Would I really be doing that if I wasn't desperate for help?" She looked at him in a way that almost made him slightly sympathetic towards her, but she sighed, she turned and walked away and headed to her match. Gunther of course watched her go, and he sat in his locker room staring down at the ground for awhile.
Y/N seemed not as excited during her entrance as commentary noted, she seemed nervous and unprepared. Then out came the champ, there was no sign of Judgment Day but she knew they'd be lurking, they took a strong dislike towards Y/N and had been for months now and it seemed as if for the rest of Y/N's career, they'd be there. The match started and it was clear the nerves were getting to Y/N, she could not seem to get the upper hand and even when she didn't slightly, she was constantly distracted looking around for where they might be.
But maybe that's what they wanted? Or at least, that was Y/N's hope. Despite how long the match was, they hadn't come out at all. Maybe they had given up on Y/N, maybe she'd be okay. Y/N began to gain confidence and finally there was that speak again, but it quickly was dimmed out when Judgement Day seemed to be watching and waiting for the right time. Roxanne and Raquel came from the audience out of nowhere as the referee was checking Y/N's opponent, they managed to grab Y/N's legs and trip her, making her fall off the top rope before they ran off towards the commentary area.
The referee turned around confused and began the check on Y/N, she thought about snitching but it would be no use, he didn't see it and even if he didn't believe, she couldn't win the title with a disqualification. Y/N got to her feet and continued to try and win but the Judgement Day seemed to loom over her like a dark cloud, they stalked her, they followed her every move and seemed to have mastered ruining the match without the referee seeing.
Y/N eventually had enough and rolled out the ring to confront them, but then she realized how foolish this was, one push from them and the match was over for her. She turned around to get back into the ring and was met with a nasty drop kick and cover but she kicked out.
After some time, and a lot of cheating. Y/N sat there with her hands in her hair, frustrated. Even if they were banned from ringside, they'd come back. She looked over at them, they smiled and waved at her. Y/N continued the match until eventually, Judgement Day decided that maybe they'd just ruin the match all together for her. They both hopped on the apron despite the referee yelling at them to get down, Y/N stared at them angrily and just when they began to get into the ring, a familiar music hit.
Everyone stopped and stared at the ramp, extremely confused, even the referee. And to Y/N's surprise, there he was. He walked with no urgency, just an angered look on his face and Y/N watched as he circled the ring and stood in front of the Judgment Day. Of course, they pretended not to care and mouthed off but then Gunther walked over to the time keeper area and grabbed a chair. Raquel and Roxanne stared wide-eyed as he walked over with a chair in hand. He wasn't really gonna hit them, just scare them off. Raquel tried to slap Gunther across the face but he caught her wrist and pushed her away before lifting the chair up. The girls backed up and ran off and Gunther followed, slowly and menacingly before they both ran up the ramp.
Y/N saw this all go down and nearly was pinned by roll-up from the distraction. She couldn't believe it, he was here, he was helping her all while yelling at her for almost getting pinned.
"Don't stare at me! Focus!"
Y/N nodded her head and turned to her opponent. Her confidence coming back, she was beginning to think she might actually win this. Her ringwork became less sloppy and she seemed to be enjoying herself more now. She loved wrestling.
Y/N stood on the apron about to do a dive into the ring onto her opponent when her opponent got up too quickly for Y/N to react and kicked her off the ring apron. Y/N gasped and maybe slightly squealed though she wasn't proud of it, but to her surprise, she never hit the ground. Her eyes were clenched shut so tightly it practically gave her a headache. She realized, she seemed to be floating. She opened her eyes and immediately was met with the intimidating stare of Gunther though he seemed to be a little less intimidating and almost had a strange expression on his face, it was a slight confusion almost. He stared at Y/N as he held her bridal style, he looked at her face and lips, her breathing became slow and she stared at him just confused.
"Sorry..." She said softly fully expecting him to just drop her on the ground, instead, he walked her over to the apron and surprisingly gently put her back on the ring. She couldn't help but stare at him but quickly made sure to get back to his usual self and immediately yelled at her for doing so. She got back into the ring but the entire match, her mind wasn't in the ring, it was on Gunther.
Gunther watched her every move, her every facial expression, everything she did. Y/N hit her finisher and crawled desperately over to her opponent. 1-2-3 and it was over, she was champion. Y/N looked shocked, her eyes wide and her jaw practically on the floor, she hopped to her feet and jumped around as the referee raised her hand in victory, she smiled widely and looked to Gunther but he was already walking away. Her smile faded and she actually felt disappointed.
She celebrated but her eyes were on Gunther as he walked backstage, her victory overshadowed but her sudden urge and need to talk to Gunther. A confusing feeling that she just chalked up to her wanting to thank him. That's all it was. She walked backstage and looked around for him, she received congratulations and smiles and she thanked them kindly but her mind was still on Gunther. She asked around for him which only earned her strange stares. Finally, she walked to his locker room and knocked on the door hopefully but her hope died down as with every knock, there was no answer. Her small smile faded, and she backed up. Y/N looked around and walked around, a backstage person noticed her and called out to her.
"Hey Y/N, you okay?" He asked, Y/N turned around and smiled, walking up to him. "Yeah uh, I was just looking for somebody." She said. "Oh, who you looking for?" He asked and for a second, Y/N almost didn't want to admit. A sudden redness came into her face but then she shook it off, she was being silly. There was no reason to be embarrassed or anything, she just wanted to thank him. "I was uh, actually looking for Gunther, have you seen him?" She asked trying to sound casual but really deep down hoping he had.
The backstage person stared at her oddly, raising his brow a bit. "Gunther?" He said as if maybe he misunderstood her but Y/N seemed to not correct him. "Last I saw of him was after your match, he left early." The man said. Y/N's heart dropped. "Like...he left the arena?" She asked. "Yeah, after your match he just left. Sorry." The man was confused at the sad look on her face and Y/N was confused about the sad feelings she felt, again she shook it off. "Oh it's okay, I was just looking for him to you know, say thanks or whatever but yeah I guess I'll catch him another time." Y/N tried to sound casually but even the man could hear the slight disappointment in her voice. She thanked him and went to catering spending the rest of the night thinking about Gunther.
The following days seemed weirdly torturous for Y/N, she constantly thought about Gunther and why he left, but she fought with herself, did it matter why he left? Why was she so hung up on seeing him next? It would be okay, they were employed by the same place, by Monday she'd be seeing him again no doubt. But what if he wasn't there? But of course he would be, he was champ and so was she. Her entire week was spent not thinking of her new championship, but about Gunther. When Monday rolled around, Y/N was excited but she didn't want to admit that that excitement was mainly at seeing Gunther. She denied it, in her head she was excited to show up to Raw as champion but clearly, it wasn't on her mind as she had accidentally left the belt in her rented car before suddenly remembering it when people backstage began saying "hey champ" and she had to run back and get it.
She looked around hoping to spot him, she thought about asking around but she didn't want seem desperate. But there was no need to feel that way, she was only looking to thank him and get it over with yet somehow, she grew more and more disappointed when she didn't see him. How was it that months ago when she wanted to avoid him the most, he was there and now when she wanted to see him, he wasn't anywhere to be found.
So Y/N did something a little stupid, she began asking everyone where he was. The good news was, he was there and had a match, the bad news was that she had just asked everyone.
"Do you know where he is right now?" She asked a backstage crew member. "Uh yeah, should be in his locker room." Y/N got too excited at this answer, and immediately asked where his locker room was and once given direction she practically ran to it. Once she got to his locker room she suddenly became nervous, she hesitated before knocking. Her heart beat fast and what was nervousness became excitement. But he never answered, she knocked again, nervously calling out his name. After a few tries that disappointment only became bigger, her head dropped and she sighed beginning to turn around and walk away when she bumped into something, or somebody.
She looked up and there he was.
Her face lit up with an expression she did not intend. "Gunther!" She said way too cheerful. His face was his usual but a slight hint of amusement. "I was looking for you." She said trying to sound normal. "I heard." He said simply. Her face turned bright red. It shouldn't have been embarrassing, but it was. She thought to herself that she was only excited because she wanted to say thank you and nothing more, after all, if he hadn't helped then she more than likely wouldn't have been champion right now.
"oh..." She said trying not to seem so embarrassed. "Yeah, uh sorry about that. I just wanted to say thank you for last week. You didn't have to help me but you did and I probably wouldn't have been champion without you and I'm just really grateful." Her voice came across shy and soft, Gunther could see the nervousness in her.
"is that all?" He asked, and it was. Yet, Y/N didn't want to go, she felt herself wanting to stay and make any excuse to talk to him but she knew there was none. Would this be the last time they interacted? They'd have no reason to, he hated her and she knew it and she hated him too, or she did. But now, here she was not wanting to leave and thinking up ways to carry on this conversation.
"Actually," she said completely making it up, she had no idea what she was even saying she just knew she had to keep talking. "I had a question for you." Y/N had no clue where she was going with this but she knew she had to think quick. "You know, we're gonna be in Orlando all week this week after this show and I was wondering if you..." She knew this was stupid. "If you wanted to...if you can...if you have time—"
"Get to the point already, Y/N."
The blush that came across her face at him saying her name was completely obvious and she was almost at a loss of words. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this? But deep down, she knew why. Her only worry now was that he did too.
"If you can train me." She blurted out. Train? Is that the best she could come up with? The answer was yes. Gunther raised an eyebrow and looked at her, slightly tilting his head.
"Train you?
"Yeah, train me, practice with me. I-I'm champion now and I have to step my game up and well you're really good you know? You're The Ring General and all that... I just thought...uh sorry, nevermind." How stupid, how could she possibly ask that? Y/N said a pathetic goodbye and walked away as Gunther watched. She spent the rest of that week replaying that moment over and over again hoping desperately now to avoid Gunther due to embarrassment although deep down, she really didn't mean it. She couldn't wait to see him again.
That week, Y/N went to the performance center by herself and rolled around for a few hours. She practiced new moves and holds, but every now and then a replay of the incident would play in her head and she'd have to sit down.
"What's wrong?" Said Lyra seeing Y/N sit at the corner of the ring while everyone else was practicing. "Nothing I just... I kinda did something really embarrassing." Said Y/N, Lyra was seated and wanted to hear all the details. When Y/N told her, Lyra stared at her oddly.
"You asked him to train with you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
Y/N almost had a guilty look on her face.
"I don't know...I just thought it'd be a good idea." But Lyra wasn't buying that. "Y/N...do you..like Gunther?" She asked and finally, it was said. The thing Y/N had been avoiding thinking about for awhile now. Did she? She couldn't possibly. He was cruel to all, especially her. How could she possibly like him?
"Yeah, he's alright..." Y/N said casually.
"No, Y/N, you know what I'm asking." Said Lyra.
"I...I don't know I just... yeah...yeah I might actually."
Lyra was honestly shocked at the revelation. How could she like Gunther? He was mean and genuinely terrifying but Lyra didn't judge. Well, she maybe judged a little but mostly, she supported Y/N and told her that she had two options, to tell him or just try and get over her crush. Y/N decided to take the secret to her grave and after a bit of joking around, Y/N felt better and started practicing with Lyra. The both of them soared across the ring and had a fun time just goofing around and hanging out till it was nearly midday, Lyra said she had to go leaving Y/N by herself for awhile in the performance center. She sat in the ring once more doomscrolling and taking a break, she heard the door to the performance center open but didn't look up. She just kept on doomscrolling.
"Nice training." A familiar voice caught her attention and made her eyes snap up.
"Gunther."
There he was, getting inside the ring and walking towards Y/N. She stood up clumsily and stared at him, and accidentally looked him up and down. She has always either seen him in ring gear or a bit more fancier clothes, today he wore a regular T-shirt and workout shorts and Y/N seemed to be staring a little bit too obviously.
"You know, it's not polite to stare. Especially not where you're staring." He said with a slight smirk on his face, Y/N was mortified. "I...I wasn't staring. Sorry. I mean I was but not... I was just looking at you because I just never see you in regular people clothes you know?" She said nervously. He had a smile on his face for once. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"You asked me to train you so here I am, though, you're already wasting my time considering you've done nothing but scroll on your phone."
She was too shocked to respond with anything clever or at least defend herself in any way. She couldn't believe he was here. Was she dreaming? Was this a trick?
"I didn't actually think you'd show up." Said Y/N.
"Well, I'm here now so don't waste my time. Lock up."
And they began training, with every hold, with every little touch, Y/N felt as if she could melt but Gunther did not go easy on her. He threw her down hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Every top rope move she did, he caught her, every submission she tried was useless as he usually could just stand up out of it or undo her hands. He did his submission on her and she didn't even have time to blush as she quickly felt like she'd pass out from the hold, so she tapped.
"ow!"
"I'm not even putting pressure on you."
"Still hurts."
He rolled her away from him and Y/N laid there a sweaty out of breath mess. Gunther looked down at her and smirked, she kept up well.
"Come on, get up princess. Lock up." He said lightly kicking her shoe, Y/N groaned and rolled over to look up at him. "Can we take a break?" She asked turning over and crawling to the corner of the ring to grab her water bottle. Gunther watched her crawl away and walked towards her. She sat against the corner bottom rope, trying to catch her breath, Gunther stood above her before hovering down in front of her, his face way closer than she expected. Thankfully, her face was already red or she'd have a noticeable blush.
"There are no breaks mein liebling, you wanted me to train you and that is exactly what I'm doing." He said and Y/N was right, that's exactly what she asked but she didn't actually expect him to do it. She also didn't expect to be essentially getting beat up either when she asked.
"I know..."
"So unless you wanted me here for different reasons then I suggest you get up and lock up." He said and Y/N's heart sank, what did he mean by that? She didn't want him here for different reasons, well, she did but he didn't know that. Or did he? Y/N stood right up and walked to the middle of the ring. The training, which felt more like beating, continued and Gunther was honestly surprised she was lasting this long. Again, he was impressed.
Y/N was on her knees crumbled up and out of breath, she tried to get up but couldn't. Gunther walked over to her, looking down at her and offered a hand, she took it and stood up shakily, Gunther put an arm around her waist to steady her. She tried to avoid eye contact as she felt butterflies soar through her. They were extremely close and the arm around her waist only made their closeness even closer. She finally looked up at him with an expression that made Gunther not want to let go of her.
"Should we go again?" Y/N said in a breathy tone, Gunther raised an eyebrow. "You can't possibly want to do that again." He said in a low tone that made Y/N's heart do backflips. "Well...I.. I did ask you—"
"Y/N" he said getting your attention, you liked when he said your name. "I will only ask this once." Y/N's heart sank. What was he going to ask her? Did he know?
"This is more than just about training isn't it?" He knew. Y/N wanted to run off but she couldn't, he still has his arm around her waist and he held her close. She felt dizzy. She felt as though she could die right there and she secretly hoped she did, that would at least be a little less embarrassing than this. "I've seen the way you look at me, the way your body tenses when I'm around. The way you seek me out, you're not very subtle." He said with a smirk. Y/N was at a loss of words and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"So...you just came here to make fun of me?" Her voice cracked a little. "You think I went out of my way to come down here and train with you for hours just to make fun of you?" He said. "Yes." She replied which made Gunther roll his eyes. "Childish girl, of course not. I came down here because you asked me to." Said Gunther still confusing Y/N. Not only was she not subtle, but she couldn't take hints either.
"I don't understand." She said softly.
"Then I'll make it simpler for you."
Gunther pulled her even closer, he gently put a hand on her cheek and leaned him. He kissed her gently and sweetly, but still dominating her mouth and Y/N's heart was racing so loud she could've sworn he could hear it.
Months later
Y/N and Gunther walked back to their locker room, Gunther was tired and sweaty which Y/N found the most attractive. They got inside their locker room and Gunther sat down, Y/N grabbed him a towel and handed it to him.
"Thank you, darling." He said. He patted his lap. "Come. Sit." Y/N sat on his lap as instructed and put an arm around him, kissing the side of his sweaty forehead. "You did it! You're John Cena's final opponent and you're definitely going to retire him." She said with a bright smile sitting on his lap. He drank his water and looked at her sitting on his lap and smiled.
"Yes but tonight I'm not focused on that. Tonight I'm focused on you and what I'm going to do to you later." He said pulling down Y/N's face into a kiss. "Or right now."
Summary: Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you.
Warnings: none, just fluff.
Loki sat down with the other variants, still confused he listened to each one of them, their lives, how they ended up where they ended up but something had struck Loki. They all spoke of Y/N, how beautiful she was, how kind she was, how equally mischievous she was and Loki felt a bit left out. In his timeline, there was no Y/N, he hadn't even heard of the name till just now.
"She was beautiful, the sweetest little mortal I had ever seen.." Classic Loki said with a smile, but his smile faded. "I never knew what became of her after I abandoned her on earth, I imagine she must have passed by now." He said earning sympathetic looks from the others. Boastful Loki chimed in now to say that his Y/N was equally as beautiful and sweet but when he killed Captain America and Iron Man she had left him.
"I didn't have a Y/N" Kid Loki said, Classic Loki turned to him and explained that he most likely would have met her when he was older. Even Alligator Loki had a Y/N! This was a lot to take in for Loki but he wondered, how come he didn't have a Y/N? Of course, he had lovers yes but never a companion, a wife, especially not a mortal one. For a moment, he felt saddened by this almost, as if he missed out on something he never knew he had. As time had gone on, Loki had devised an escape plan, of course nobody was willing to help with this plan of his so he was on his own but when he had left the hideout, he was met with another Loki, of course.
President Loki, arrogant, mean, selfish and narcissistic. With an army of other Loki variants by his side and the betrayal from Boastful Loki who had been helping President Loki, this was all too much. It seemed like an absolute nightmare.
In the midst of all the chaos, Loki noticed something or rather someone by President Loki's side, a beautiful girl in a tight fitted and very revealing dress and large heels that she had honestly looked uncomfortable in as she wrapped her arms around herself, her face filled with dismay. Loki watched her, watched as she shifted uncomfortably when President Loki spoke, until finally, his own army had betrayed him causing him to use this girl as a shield. Loki watched as President Loki's army heisted with their weapons now.
"Let's all just calm down, shall we? We wouldn't want to hurt Y/N would we?" President Loki said in a manipulative tone, Classic Loki glared at him and the rest of the Lokis did the same. Y/N whimpered slightly as a dagger was held to her throat, tears in her eyes. "Please..." She said in a raspy voice, President Loki shushed her harshly and attempted to back up slowly but another Loki held a knife to his back, President Loki sighed before pushing Y/N forward harshly making her fall to the ground with a loud thud, chaos ensued as now all the Lokis were fighting each other. Loki watched all this in horror and confusion before looking at the ground and seeing Y/N, she was going to get trampled if she stayed on the ground any longer, so Loki acted quickly, he ran over and with his magic pushed everyone away from her, before grabbing her bridal style and quickly carrying her away. Classic Loki looked at him before yelling "Get her out of here!" And so he did.
Once safely away from the others, he put her down gently and just stared at her. She was beautiful, like the other Lokis had said, but she seemed freighted, tired and was covered in bruises. "Are you alright?" Loki asked finally, Y/N looked up with a fearful look in her eyes, tears swelling up and she slowly backed up. She was scared. He noticed this right away and tried to reassure her everything was okay. "I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, but after he said it he was sure she had heard that one before and he was afraid he had made himself seem more threatening. Y/N shivered as she stared at the ground, not saying anything. Quickly, Loki conjured up a blanket for her that warmly wrapped around her shoulders. Y/N looked at it in confusion before her face softened and she looked at Loki with a small smile. "Thank you" she said quietly with a small smile, he smiled back. "No problem, I imagine you must be freezing in that." He said referring to her tiny revealing dress, her face saddened slightly and Loki was afraid he had messed this all up again, why was he getting so nervous? He had never acted like this before.
"it's what President Loki wants, so it's what I have to wear." She says sadly, Loki gave her a sympathetic look. "Well, I'm sure you won't have to worry about him ever again. I can conjure you up a new outfit if you'd like, just tell me what you want." He smiled. Y/N smiled, asking for pants and a shirt and some shoes, she didn't mind dresses, just not the ones President Loki liked. Y/N thanked Loki but soon went quiet again now making Loki awkwardly go quiet, she seemed like she had her guard up, still on the fence about Loki imagining he would betray her at any second.
"I'm Loki, by the way." Loki said stupidly in his attempt to calm Y/N down, she turned to him and giggled. "I figured." She joked sarcastically, Loki smiled, a light blush on his face. Why was he acting like this? On Asgard, he had many and it was easy for him but now, here he was making an absolute fool of himself. "I'm Y/N." She introduced herself putting a hand out for Loki to take and he did, her soft warm hand warming up loki's very cold hand making his heart do a strange little beat. "I know, I've heard a lot about you." He once again stupidly, or so he thought. "Well, not of you specifically but just, versions of you?" He said in a confused tone. Y/N smiled and finally began to start talking and getting more comfortable. Loki had explained how he got stuck in The Void and she explained the same.
"You sacrificed yourself for your Loki?" He was stunned, he could not imagine anyone sacrificing themselves for him. Y/N nodded her head. "Yes, and I was relieved to not be dead but I'm not sure if trapped in a void with millions of other Loki variants is really a step up, no offense of course." She joked. "None taken." He smiled. And there began their friendship, Loki traveled and protected Y/N wherever they went in his attempt to get back to the TVA, he had conjured her new clothes everyday and did everything to make her comfortable and it was then that he understood why all the Lokis had their own Y/N and loved her so dearly because he himself was beginning to fall for her.
As the days had gone on, they had found Kid Loki, Classic Loki and Alligator Loki and began traveling with them as well and they were all happy. They had their own hideout now and they all in their own way adored Y/N, especially Loki who had begun to fall for her more and more every single day but refused to say anything until Classic Loki had had enough.
"Uno!" Y/N giggled, Y/N had made Loki conjure up an Uno deck for them to play together, she taught him the rules and he quickly understood, truthfully, he had been letting her win this whole time just to see her smile and arrogantly, but of course jokingly, taunt Loki. Y/N yawned afterwards. "Alright guys, I think I'm gonna get some rest, I'm exhausted." She smiled and said all her goodbyes, but as she turned to Loki, she gently for a second put her hand on his and smiled as she told him goodnight. "Goodnight, Y/N." He said softly with a smile, as she turned to walk to her bed Loki's face was almost saddened, like he couldn't stand to be away from her. Kid Loki looked at both Alligator Loki and Classic Loki with a smirk. When Y/N was finally away where she couldn't hear anything, that's when the teasing began from Kid Loki and Classic Loki.
"Goodnight Y/N." Kid Loki mocked, Loki turned his gaze to Kid Loki and gave a slight scowl. "What?" He said, "You're in love with her! Why don't you just tell her already?" Kid Loki said, and oddly, Loki tried to deny it. "I am not." He said, it was now Classic Loki's turn to chime into the conversation. "Of course you are, Loki's love their Y/N's and you are no exception. Besides that, you're making it fairly obvious." Classic Loki said making Kid Loki snort before completely dying of laughter and mocking Loki. Even Alligator Loki found this all amusing. Loki shot them all a glare. "I have no idea what you're all talking about!" He said defensively but even he didn't believe his own words.
"It's best you just tell her before it's too late," Classic Loki said, his expression turning serious. "One thing about Loki's and Y/N's is that it's destined for tragedy." Classic Loki said making Loki not feel very confident. "Don't let that tragedy be you not telling her your feelings and regretting it later on." Now this was more convincing and so that was Loki's plan, he was going to tell her! He stood up out of his chair with a big smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" Classic Loki asked as he looked up at Loki, "I'm taking your advice and telling Y/N my feelings towards her." Loki said in an almost confused tone, "Not right now you fool, let the poor girl sleep first." Classic Loki said, Loki had completely forgotten she had just gone to bed. "Right." Loki said before sitting back down, Kid Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The next morning Y/N woke up early, she came out to see all the Loki's around just talking. "Good morning everybody!" She smiled, Classic Loki and Kid Loki said their good mornings with a smile, Alligator Loki moved his tail around with what looked like a smile and Loki avoided eye contact which was strange and Y/N noticed it immediately. So, she walked up to him specifically. "Good morning Loki." She said, he finally turned to her and looked at her almost frightened. "Hi." He said simply and awkwardly, Kid Loki and Classic Loki sighed in the background. "Hi?" Y/N said raising an eyebrow staring at Loki suspiciously, something was wrong with him.
They stared at each other, the silence in the hideout was uncomfortable and awkward so Y/N excused herself and went outside for some fresh air. Once gone, they all turned to Loki with a look of disappointment. "Hi? Is that the best you could come up with?" Classic Loki asked, "I panicked okay?!" Loki said running his fingers through his hair and sighing, he shook his head and tried to think.
"Just go talk to her like you normally would." Kid Loki said, that was great advice. "Talk to her like you normally would." Loki repeated to himself, he nodded his head before leaving the hideout and immediately seeing Y/N there laying in the grass, wind blowing in her hair and her arms wrapped around herself, Loki once again conjured her a nice warm and cozy green blanket, it startled her slightly as she looked down at it before turning her head behind her. Loki sat down next to Y/N and smiled. "Thank you." She smiled, "Of course." He said.
The awkward silence had returned once more and now Y/N was beginning to wonder what was wrong, was it her? Whenever President Loki had gotten silent with her it usually meant that she had done something to upset him, was Loki upset at her? She frowned and turned to him.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked suddenly, Loki stared at her with a look of confusion. "What?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?" She repeated "To upset you, because if I did I'm sor-" Loki felt horrible, had he made her feel bad? "What?! No, no not at all it's just.." he paused and Y/N stared. Loki sighed wishing the words would just come to him. "It's not you, it's me." Loki said, Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh jeez thanks." She said sarcastically and Loki cursed at himself, he put a hand on Y/N' s shoulder gently.
"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. Look, what I'm trying to say is." But he couldn't, he had never felt such an anxiety before but Y/N had never been more confused.
"Loki-"
"I love you."
Y/N blinked, the words not really registering in her brain. "What?" She said, Loki sighed. "I...I love you Y/N, I really do and I've been lying to myself for awhile now but I can deny no longer." It was now Y/N's turn to go speechless and awkwardly silent which only made Loki's anxiety worsen. With every passing moment of her not saying anything, Loki felt his heart breaking.
"Y/N, my dear, please say something-"
"I love you too Loki."
"What?" He said not believing the words he was hearing. "I love you Loki, I think from our first interaction I really fell for you and I just didn't think you'd feel the same." She confessed and Loki was stunned by this. "How could I not? I mean, you're sweet, intelligent, cunning and absolutely beautiful. I absolutely adore you and everything about you Y/N." She blushed at this and rested her head on Loki's shoulder, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer resting his head on hers.
"Well, look at that, now you have your own Y/N, now you're not missing out." She joked, Loki chuckled and could feel his heart beating faster, his face turned a bit serious and he looked down at her.
"Do I?" He asked.
"Do you what?"
"Have you?" He clarified, Y/N knew exactly what he was asking, in his own words and smiled. "If you want me, I'm all yours." She said, Loki put his hand gently on her cheek. "Of course I want you Y/N." He said staring into her eyes lovingly, he smiled when she smiled. "Then I'm all yours." She said and Loki's heart soared. Loki couldn't help but look down at her lips, and she did the same until finally, they connected in a sweet and passionate kiss.
"Finally!" They both heard making them break the kiss, they turned their heads to see Kid Loki and Alligator Loki staring at them with smiles.
"Go away!" Loki shouted back, Kid Loki put his hands up in a fake surrender. "Sorry," he said with attitude, "I'll leave you two to your makeup session then." Kid Loki said before going back into the hideout making Loki sigh and Y/N giggle.
Haven't been on Tumblr in a month and I come back and...from my understanding there's a stalker slug who owns a ps5 and he hates lesbians???????? Someone explain to me what's going on it's only been a month.
How Frank N Furter would react to you getting jealous over him.
To say that he'd find it adorable is an understatement.
It would be from that moment on that he had found his new favorite little side hobby, making you jealous.
At first, he would just be acting like his usual flirty self but when he finally notices the expression on your face and the way you look at the other person Frank is interacting with he would take it up 10 notches.
With each little thing he said or wink or touch he gave to the other person he'd quickly look over at you just to see your face and when your face would get angrier he couldn't help but giggle a little to himself.
Finally sometime during the night he'd press himself behind you to get your attention, he'd snake an around your waist and pull you real close so that you were pressed up against him, he'd get really close to your ear to the point you could feel his lips brush against it and he'd give a low laugh before whispering to you.
"You know darling, I never took you for the jealous kind but I must say I do find it quite amusing."
He'd laugh at the angry face you'd make and pull you even more closer than you already were.
"Oh my sweet Y/N, don't make such a face, you know you always have my attention." He'd say before grabbing your wrist tightly, "How about you let me make it up to you dear?" He'd smirk and then drag you off to his room. He'd kick the door open harshly and immediately throw you hard onto his bed and get on top of you, he'd tease you about being jealous and go on about how cute he thought it was throughout the whole thing.
After everything he'd lay there just looking at you with a smile before telling you that he's gonna let you sleep in his bed with him tonight.
"Don't give me that little look Y/N, I'll change my mind." He'd threaten you but he wouldn't actually kick you out of his room and the both of you would sleep in each other's arms peacefully.
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