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i feel this

ITS HORRIBLE THERE IS A LITERAL PAIN IN MY CHEST RIGHT NOW

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help friends I’m starting my max/liesel modern London AU where max is the quiet, kinda (crotchety isn’t the right word but yeah), geeky but kind librarian and liesel is a wide eyed university student and I know where I want it to end up but i have no idea how to stART IT

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i like all of them but im gonna write the last prompt rn :) (also never apologize for great ideas!!)

Liesel can barely keep her eyes open and wants nothing more than to fall asleep when she’s jolted back to reality by Max’s quick breathing and slow trembling. He’s having a nightmare. She doesn’t need to look at him to know that. All these years of holding him to her, hearing soft cries that contain the names of ghosts have made it so that his nightmares no longer terrify her as they used to. He went through what he went through, nightmares are inevitable. But they’ve been lessened by the birth of their daughter; Leah.

Leah.

She may be tiny and pink skinned with a soft fuzz of chestnut brown on the top of her head but she also has quite the pair of lungs. Most parents want their babies to stop crying. For Liesel, Leah’s strong, insistent, forceful cries are reminders that they are all alive. The war had made Max and Liesel tired. They were reborn that spring that their daughter arrived.

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As she traces small circles on Max’s back the way he likes, Leah begins to cry in the small nursery next to her father and mother’s bedroom. Placing a small kiss on Max’s bare soldier, Liesel rouses herself from bed and goes to comfort the small child. The wooden floors are cold and the open windows throughout the apartment have let the cool air of the Australian winter in. It’s nowhere near as cold as the German winters she grew up with but her body has acclimated rather well to Australia’s climate and the breeze leaves her with goosebumps. 

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Leah’s crying lesses as Liesel picks her up with tired arms and holds her to her chest and starts to rock back and forth. She had thought about this moment for years, before she even entertained the possibility  that Max could be the father of her children. She had thought of how it would feel, to hold a tiny person who was half of her. She hadn’t thought of how the child’s warm breath on her shoulder would feel like a ray of sun on a summer’s afternoon.

As Leah’s cries become even softer, Liesel begins to hum a melody. It’s a tune she vaguely remembers hearing in a German basement too many years ago. The girl falls fast asleep.

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After placing the baby back in her crib Liesel drags her tired feet back to the bed containing her swampy-eyed man. Thankfully, he seems to be sleeping again and today’s nightmare is a thing of the past.

She stops walking at the foot of the bed and decides to stand there for a little while. It’s been awhile since she’s had a chance to really look at her husband.

When Liesel became pregnant, they had promised to pay as much attention to each other as they would to their baby. Like almost all parents, any promises made pre-baby may as well have been a snowman in a freezing basement. It shouldn’t melt but it always finds a way to.

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Looking over him from the foot of their bed, she notices he has tan lines on his arms from too many afternoons with Leah in garden with the Australian sun beating down on them. The sun has also gifted him with some freckles that she can’t help but imagine kissing.

Feeling her eyes on him, Max stretches his tired limbs and slowly rolls over, smiling at her.

"My standover man," he says groggily.

She smiles wide.

He pats the side of the bed that’s hers. “Stop standing over me and come lie with me,” the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles makes her feel a lot less tired. She sits on his side of the bed and as the springs of the cheap mattress stop groaning his arms find their way around her waist as he brings her to lie down with him. 

"Good evening, wife" his swampy eyes are light and happy.

"Max, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning" she grins.

"Good morning then," his skin is warm and their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. 

He places a gentle kiss on her forehead and she returns the favor on his neck. Her lips soon find his mouth and his seek her shoulder and her nightgown finds its way to the floor as do his pajama pants. 

They’re a flurry of tongues and teeth and bare skin and laughter and his hips on hers and vice versa. There are whispered and sleepy declarations of love.

Her body connects with his as she straddles him, her hands on his chest. 

"My standover man," he whispers. She guides his face up to meet hers and presses her lips gently to his. 

His hands run up and down her back and both of them are content to stay in that moment forever. 

Of course, it’s at that very moment that Leah begins to cry again. Max and Liesel share a laugh that begins quietly but travels down to their throats, their bellies. 

"She’s your daughter at this time of morning" Liesel says, playfully poking his ribs.

Max goes to feed their daughter and Liesel drifts into a peaceful sleep for a few more hours.

It’s not a perfect life, but it’s theirs. 

The standover man, the fist fighter, and their daughter who is a mix of german and jewish lungs.

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ben schnetzer. that's it.

hella yEAH

i had a dream last night that we fell in love

i mean we were hiding from nazis but still

HELLA YEAH

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osneslaura replied to your post: osneslaura replied to your post: is th...

THAT NEEDS TO BE TRUE???

I KNOW OMFG

BUT AT THE SAME TIME

I WOULD ALSO PROBABLY DELETE MY ENTIRE INTERNET EXISTENCE?????

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wHAT

I SAW LIKE 4 POSTS ABOUT IT AND I'VE BEEN ???????? EVER SINCE

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osneslaura replied to your post: 1) i’m going to israel in a week and t...

passenger, the 1975, and kodaline are really great!

i love all of them you have A++++ music taste