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Love only left me alone

Sic Mundus Creatus Est needs to take your picture. And for Bartosz Tiedemann, that would mean reunions he never imagined.

[bowieandqueen11]

AU Bartosz Tiedemann Dating Headcanons

Request: Hiii! I love your writing! Could you do some headcanons about dating AU Bartosz? He seems so soft and a little shy 🥺 I love him sm ❤️

Look at him!! He’s BABY!

First off, before the apocalypse happened, you spent Christmas day over at his house. The two of you spent the morning fixing up the Christmas tree while his parents drank hot cocoa in bed, his chin resting against the curve of your neck, squishing familiarly against your cheek as you unwrapped the last bit of newspaper and took out the last silvery ornament for the Christmas tree: a frail thing like a silver plum, with deep rosy indentations on each side.

When it was time to open presents, the delight in his eyes when he unwrapped the one you gave him was picture worthy. Since it’s always raining in Winden, you decided to buy him that soft, tartan scarf that he always wears. He’d spotted it in the window of one of Winden’s antique thrift stores last autumn, and you had known then that you had to buy it for him by the way his eyes lit up.

He genuinely wears it all the time, because it’s the most heartfelt present anyone’s ever given him, and it smells ever so slightly like you. It’s like always being wrapped up in a comfy, warm hug, even when he’s not with you.

The first time you knew for certain that he was in to you, in to you, was when Magnus and Martha came over to his house for a sleepover. They were spread out over the cream plush rug in front of the television, half a bowl of popcorn lying deserted between their heads. You and Bartosz had decided to take the couch, you sitting uncomfortably close to him, a navy blanket thrown over the two of you, while his fingers tapped nervously against the armrest.

When he was certain that Magnus was pretty much asleep on the floor, and that Martha was too engrossed on her phone to pay attention to the movie, his breath hitched slightly as his hand dove underneath the blanket to grab onto yours. It was slightly sweaty, but his grip was so tight as his fingers wrapped around yours that it made your heart flutter.

He was too nervous to look over at you to see your reaction, but when Martha turned around and pieced together what was going on, she just blurted out ‘finally!’

You spend most nights climbing the massive tree right by his window and sneaking in just to hold him after his mum passes away. One of his legs wraps over your waist like a big koala bear, soft whines protruding from his plump lips as one slender arm finds its way to cup your side, snuggling into you in a half foetal position.

You like tracing along his cheekbones, as soft as a feather against his features while he’s half asleep, and he closes his eyes completely in bliss when you run your fingers through his hair. Idly, you brush your fingers through his locks, revelling in the warmth as it glides through your fingertips, seeping into your skin. It always gives him snug shivers.

He always! wants! to hold! your hand!

You sneak in cheek kisses in the school hallway between classes. Every time you press a soft kiss against the tip of his nose as you run up behind him, or reach up quickly to press a sloppy kiss against his lips in the corridor, you wouldn’t notice his little shy smile as his fingers reach up to tentatively press against where your lips were.

Magnus always pretends to throw up, but secretly he finds the two of you really adorable.

After school, the two of you drop your backpacks by his front door and spend the afternoon lying shoulder to shoulder on his living room floor, helping him out with his black hole project. The fire blazes near the TV, throwing inky shadows over his eyes as it illuminates the room in a warming red light, the fire licking the stone fireplace as you and him spend most of the time sneaking each other kisses instead.

Aleksander tries to sneak by when he gets home from work, careful not to disturb the two of you, but he’s honestly so happy that Bartosz has someone like you in his life.

The two of you take walks through the forest during afternoons where the sun is so golden in the sky, it seems to be falling into your eyes like glitter. The two of you walk hand in hand, palm to palm through the ragged and bent paths, covered in littering wild flowers in a cacophony of colours; blue cornflowers, little white daisies peeking their heads, red poppies blooming like blood.

When the two of you finally sit down on a mossy log, straddling it so you face each other, his fingers tremble as he pulls out a sheet of paper from his back pocket. His breath hitches in his throat as he begins to read the poem he wrote for you a couple of days ago, explaining how much he loves you and how you look like a god/goddess to him.

He’s blushing up a storm at the end of it, but when you rush forth, swinging onto your hand until your lips smash against his, his heart finally settles. He tastes like coffee beans with a hint of chocolate and faint cigarette smoke, but he’s so soft and frail underneath your touch.

He nearly faints afterwards, he’s trembling that hard.

You’re always running up behind him during lunch break, throwing your arms around his neck and scaring the shit out of him.

You know this boy makes you hop on the back of his bike and takes you just outside the outskirts of Winden for picnics during the weekend.

He’s the softest boi, please just love him, he’s trying his best.

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All I want is some Bartosz Tiedemann fluff and imagines, is that too much to ask for?

[ladydaae]

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Dark - My Unanswer Questions

How Mikkel got to 1986?

Will Ulrich die in the wrong timeline just like Helge?

How Ulrich will explain the missing young Helge body?

Is ”the future” 2052 or another version of 2019?

How that futurist girl knew that Jonas wasn’t from that time? I mean ????

Why didn’t the usine close in 2020 how they often highlight? And how are people still living there?

When exactly Mikkel knew he was going to be Jonas father?

Why did Hanna married Michael if she continued to obsess over Ulrich?

When did Claudia spend the 33 years she was missing?

Is Claudia evil?

Is Noah evil?

WHAT DOES BEING  EVIL MEAN?

Who the fuck is Noah?

Does Noah have a different tipe of time traveling?

Why Michael/Mikkel killed himself in that day so long before the November 4th?

Why did’t Ines contact Jonas?

Are the faceless boys from 1953 Erik Obendorf(Ginger one) and Yasin Friese(”The one with darker skin”)?

WHY MIKKEL AND HELGE DIDN’T TRY TO CONTACT THEIR MOMS?

Why Bartosz for apprentice? Is he Noah?

Who is Agnes husband? Is that priest Noah? 

VERY IMPORTANT: Agnes and Doris how long until they became a thing?

What was the THING Jonas and Marta had if he only mention kissing her once?

If Ines had told something after the letter she would had change something?

Did Mikkel killed himself for his son only? If so that’s also the motive for him not trying to change anything?

Is what happen’d to Ulrich some parallel to what would happend to Mikkel if he tried to change things?

We are going to watch all that scars in Future Jonas body being made?

What are all that scars? (IS THAT A STAB IN THE HEART? A SCAR OF HANGING BY THE NECK? -omg that my baby will be safe-)

How did’t we connect the points right when we saw that lamp from future Jonas?

WHEN/HOW and WHO made that fucking traveling chair? Does it ever worked?

The biggest question Jonas in the future... WTF happened in there?

WHERE IN SEASON 2? WHEN is Season 2? (Please don’t be just in 2019)

PART 2

[bowieandqueen11]

Head Over Heels / Bartosz Tiedemann Fluff

Request: Hey! Can I possibly request a y/n x Bartosz where neither of his parents know they are together until they both come home one night and find them acting stupidly head over heels in the living room? Kinda like them, bc they're everything omg!! Danke!

This is so adorable my lovely anon, and honestly, me too they actually are everything!! All feedback means a lot!<3

As the whirring, colourful images flicker past Bartosz’s drooping eyelids, he feels his legs tingle with slight numbness on the cream foam padding of the sofa both of you are sprawled upon, your legs entangled with his warming up the goosebumps on his legs. As he shifts slightly, pulling himself up into a sitting position whilst raising his arms above his head in a long stretch, chuckling gently as he hears the lonesome groan you give at the loss of contact, his heart starts to beat more rapidly, pounding slowly in his ears as an idea pops into his head. He reaches behind your back gently to grab the tartan blanket you had haphazardly thrown against the edge of settee when clearing away the remains of takeout he had ordered the both of you for dinner, before reaching down and intertwining your tired fingers with his, pulling you up tight against his chest. He unfurls the corners of the blanket, softly wrapping it around both your shoulders, revelling in the toasty snugness as he wraps his arm tightly around your waist, his embrace strong and protective to match the vigorous feelings of love for you that swelled suddenly in his heart, so violently he was sure they would spill out and leave him faint and trembling, but he settled slightly as he sensed the weight of your head gently landing on his shoulder.

As the evening progresses, Bartosz’s heart eyes only grow bigger. The fire blazes near the TV, throwing inky shadows over his eyes as it illuminates the room in a warming red light, the fire licking the stone fireplace as you and him sit side by side on the sofa, a peaceful serenity in the air from the Friday afternoon high, sneak kisses given when the other isn’t looking, both happy to have the evening at home to themselves. His arm lies comfortably over your shoulder, tugging you against his chest as he pulls his knees up, giving you a shy side eye before placing his warm socked feet in top of yours. The rain falls in soft pellets from the wide bay windows covering the wall, coating the ground and rolling hills in a muddy brown His brown hair dances slightly as his head tilts from side to side, his eyes lidded as they obviously follow your lips, watching you begin to talk animatedly, your hands flying wildly as he begins to bite his own.

What neither of you notice, however, is the light click of the front door locking shut, and the patter or high heels and heavy shoes walking from the wooden floor of the hallway to peak around the fireplace, Regina laughing and placing a finger up to her lips as Aleksander stares at her, confusion in his eyes. She drops her bag by the front door, lightly placing the keys on the hallway table as Aleksander walks forward to wrap his arm around her waist, a humourous smile on his face as they take another step forward, following the sound of your unexpected voice. Regina’s hand comes up to lay splayed against Aleksander’s chest, delighted but surprised to spot Bartosz’s fingers tracing gentle circles over your arms as you lie flush against his chest. A slight smile tugs on the corner of Regina’s lips to see him so peaceful for once, his growing fringe tickling the side of your cheek as he leans over you, gazing down at you as a warm safe feeling bubbles in the pit of stomach. His fingers tenderly reaches out to trace over the dips and curves of your skin that he knows off by heart, his heart beating uncomfortably against your back as he leans down to place a warm kiss against the tip of your ear, breathing out a hot ‘thank you y/n, for loving me. And, you know, just for existing,’ which makes the two of you chuckle slightly as you nestle back into his shoulder.

Your pupils became dilated and there was a slight tremor in your hands as you took his own, his face was one of comfort, and warmth, and home, not wanting to rush this moment, or hell, ever have it end as he leans closer to you, distracting you from your thoughts by pressing a soft kiss against your lips, his chin scratching against your own and making you giggle slightly against his mouth. You lean into it desperately, your skin breaking into goosebumps as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his fingers cold as they stroke against the dips and curves he had spent years memorising, a golden smile on his face as he remembers dreaming every night and spending every second of every day wishing he could just reach out during his childhood and do this. He was craving this, craving you, and as he pulled away slowly, placing his forehead against yours, he whispers lightly ‘and I’m sorry for not having done that earlier.’

Regina and Aleksander crawl away, bright smiles on their faces as they head into the kitchen.

‘They remind me of us, you know.’

‘I do know, and I love you Regina, so much.’

[bowieandqueen11]

Cover / Bartosz Tiedemann Fluff

Request: Hey, love your posts! Can I request a Bartosz Tiedemann one where the reader knows about his situation at home and what went down in the caves and they try to patch him up so his mum won't worry even more and try to somewhat come up something to cover him being missing almost two whole days? Thank you lots, hope it isn't a bother! 

Thank you for sending in my darling anon! As always, comments are much appreciated! <3

‘How’s your mother doing?’

‘She...I think she’s getting worse. All her hair’s falling out in clumps.’

‘Your mother the best fighter I know, she’ll get over it. Don’t worry so much, you need to take a break. Forget about it, forget about Martha, forget about Adam. Tonight, it’s just me and you, okay?’

When Bartosz wakes up after the nap he didn’t realise he was taking until it had, in turn, taken him, one eyelid blinks open to see the night sky dim and starless outside the glass windows, the rolling grey clouds masquerading the twilight in a shivering puff. He reaches up to rest one hand behind his head, brushing it against the coarse brown cushion haphazardly stuffed under his head, only to feel a bubbling groan of pain escape from his pursed lips as a shooting pain flares like daggers from the bruises that litter his ribs. His lips are parched and chapped as he begins to sit himself up, fingers splayed in pain over his side, but you quickly run over from where you were standing at the kitchen island to gently push him back down.

‘No no no, Bartosz, those assholes really did a number on you.’

You kneel down beside him on the sofa when you see both his eyes flutter properly awake this time, gently rubbing your hand up and down the coarse coldness of his chest, feeling the slight shiver he returns against your fingertips. You gently dare to wrap your arms around his middle, his hands grasping yours tightly in a deadly choke, turning your knuckles white, but you only squeeze back tighter.

‘I wish you had told me what was going on.’

‘To be fair’, he chokes out, nearly suffocated by your embrace, but nestling his chin against your forehead, ‘I was tied up.’

‘Shit, Bartosz! Don’t say that!’

‘How... how did you even find me?’

‘Easy, follow the signs of trouble. I saw Martha leaving the caves when I went out looking for you, but I honestly didn’t think you’d be the one in trouble. Next time, please just bring me with you. We’re in this shit together Bartosz. Jonas has already gone missing, I’m not letting you go too.’

He compassionately starts to rub small circles into the the curves of your fingers, his tired and hardened hands finding relief in your nimble and homely ones.

Reaching down to the cold water cloth you had placed by the sofa with a scowl, you begin to steadily wipe the blood away from his nose, gingerly brushing the hair away from his forehead, allowing Bartosz to nestle into your touch with a small smile.

‘I put ointment on your bruises when you were asleep, but you need to rest now.’

You lift up his arms so you can rip the hoodie and shirt away, starting to litter the exposed skin on his shoulders with fervent little kisses as he sighs. You take your time, creating a slow trail of sloppy caresses down to his collar bone as his hand grasps yours, intertwining your fingers together. Shoving him over, you place the cloth back into the bowl next to a mountain of bloody tissues, before hopping up onto the leather next to him.

You chuckle slightly as you feel a slow and hesitant nod against your neck, your hair tickling his chin as a slow huff of his breath breaks your skin out in a set of shivering goosebumps. Kicking your legs over his own, you pull him tight against your thumping chest,  his thick arms wrapping comfortably around your middle and grabbing your wrists tightly as if he was scared to let you go. He brushes his fingertips gently down the curve of your flushed cheek, silence enveloping the two of you in a comfortable affinity, before he shuffles slowly away from you, turning your arms around so they wrap lazily around his waist. He sighs into the pillows, allowing his eyes to slowly shut close as he blocks out all the events of the past two days, of all the things the future may hold. As long as you were with him, it would be okay.

What neither of you notice, however, is the light click of the front door locking shut, and the patter of shoes walking from the wooden floor of the hallway to peak around the fireplace, Regina’s eyes widening in confusion as she sees her son, her arms dropping down to the sides of her robe. 

‘Bartosz, what on earth happened to your face!!’

‘Oh, Mrs Tiedemann!’ 

Jumping up from Bartosz embrace, you pull down your shirt slightly to try and un-crumple when his hand had been fastened, coughing awkwardly as the two of you eye each other silent what should I say and I have no clue’s!

‘Oh...um, Bartosz was staying over at mine the last few nights because I needed help...with....a school experiment.’

‘And what’, she says, folding her arms, ‘might that have been?’

‘Yoga...? I was seeing how flexible modern day students are.’ 

You nudge Bartosz in the ribs, causing him to squeak lightly in pain as he lets out a hoarse chortle.

‘But as you can see...Bartosz managed to fall on his face. And his sides. And his back. Uh...many times. ...Whoops?’