#rickmas 2025

[helloliriels]

They'd been out rather late, last night drinking ...🍸

(Mycroft deduced that without thinking)

But the next moment dawned,

Something else had gone on ...

When John smiled at him (almost winking!)

I'll Be Home for Rickmas by helloliriels 😉✌️🎁

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

rickmas day 19 Believe

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earrings: mention of scar

“they’re down.” Severus murmured as he flopped down on the couch. “Took three bedtime stories and two promises of pancakes in the morning but they’re down.” I chuckled as I ducked under his arm to curl up on his chest.

“they’re most definitely your children.” I teased as he sighed.

“They’re little gremlins is what they are.” Severus chuckled. I gently smacked his chest.

“they’re dreamers.” I chastised. Severus rolled his eyes. “We were dreamers not so long ago.” Severus shifted slightly as I tugged on his collar, scar coming into view.

“we all had to grow up.” He murmured, swallowing thickly as my fingertips ghosted the side of his neck. I got up quietly and turned on the radio. He gave me a panicked look as I held out my hand.

“don’t worry. There’s still the charm on the door from when they were babies. No sound it. But every sound out.” I assured him. Severus nodded before getting up and taking my hand. we started to gently sway to the song that was playing. “Believe in what your heart is saying, hear the melody that’s playing. There’s no time to waste. There’s so much to celebrate.” I sang along. Severus smiled softly at me before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“believe in what you feel inside and give your dreams the wings to fly.” He joined in with his smooth baritone. “You have everything you need. If you just believe.” I smiled at him before laying my head on his shoulder. “It’s different when it’s your own children. When you have several thousand running around, you can’t wait to get away from them.”

“but when you’re home alone with them, you want to be by their side fostering their dreams all the time.” I finished. Severus nodded.

“thank you.” He whispered, face pressed against my head.

“for what?” I asked, pulling back slightly. Severus smiled at me before kissing me.

“giving me the opportunity to believe in my own little dreamers.” He whispered.

[nonscathingbullets]

Taking You Captive

Hans Gruber x Reader

Summary: After being invited to a Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza, you end up getting more than you bargained for.

⚠️Warnings: Death. Stockholm syndrome ??⚠️

(Non-canon timeline. Not proofread!)

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You cowered on the thirtieth floor of Nakatomi Plaza.

You'd been invited by a friend to enjoy their company Christmas party. Little did you know it would be crashed by money hungry terrorists who would just as soon kill you as look at you.

Their ring leader, Hans had already picked off Mr. Takagi himself in an attempted to negotiate the code for the safe that had apparently contained a significant amount of bearer bonds.

When you saw his tall frame towering over the crowd as he clutched his gun with commanding aggression, something inside of you bloomed.

Something besides the ever present fear that you were also feeling.

As we walked through the sea of horrified hostages, he noticed your trembling frame ducking by the fountain behind Ellis, who, was attempting to woo you back to his office before all the commotion had broken out.

If you were honest, he was even more obnoxious then the predicament you currently found yourself in, though, less frightening.

Hans' gaze felt piercing to you as he stopped in his tracks above you, looking down on you.

You were unaware that something in him had also snapped once your trembling frame caught him attention.

Your soft, pleading eyes and gentle demeanor along with your delicate looking skin was almost enough to break him completely.

Your innocence was palpable to Hans, and he was then overwhelmed by a striking urge to make sure you were comfortable and safe.

He didn't want to see you scared. Something about it made his icy heart melt a little.

"You there. Up, now!" He commanded down at you.

You looked around, confused at first before looking back up at him.

"I said up! Stand!" He repeated as he bent down and grabbed your arm, lifting you up with him.

His grip on you was firm but not enough to hurt.

There were cries of protest as he guided you out the door and towards Miss Gennaro's office.

As he walked with you his grip loosened and he slipped his hand from your arm to your waist, pulling you close to him.

He smelled amazing. Like mahogany and firewood. The cologne of any distinguished suit and tie up to no good.

"Is this alright?" He asked gently as his fingers played with the bottom hem of your sweater.

You swallowed hard and nodded.

"Y-Yes Sir..."

He chuckled almost devilishly.

"Well. Trying to get on my good side are we?"

He shut the door behind you and sat down behind the desk, sitting you in a chair right next to him.

You cleared your throat nervously before speaking.

"Please don't hurt me," you uttered softly, looking up into Hans' hazel eyes.

He adjusted his walkie and a voice came through, muttering something in German.

"Perhaps, if you behave," he stated before replying to the man.

You took the opportunity to study his features a bit more.

His hair was shinny and already possessed hints of grey through his ashy blonde locks. Or were they brown? You couldn't tell.

What you did know was that every time his spoke in that deep baritone voice it sent a shutter down your spine and made your heart quicken.

Another voice came over the walkie. American this time.

It was John McClane, the ex cop turned vigilante that had been thwarting Hans' actions at every turn up to now.

As Hans spoke with him, you could sense the irritation hidden underneath his ever so cool exterior.

"Pain in the ass huh?" You asked quietly, trying to lighten the mood.

Hans jerked you into his lap, placing a hand firmly over you mouth as he continued his banter with the nusance of a man.

You shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on the back of your neck.

He turned the walkie off and brought his lips to your ear.

"I thought I told you to behave, unverschämtes Mädchen," he growled huskily.

His hold on you softened when he felt your body trembling against him.

"You don't need to be so afraid of me fraulein," he whispered again.

"You don't exactly roll out the welcome wagon..." you managed to respond shakily.

He chuckled darkly

"I am not here to welcome. I'm here to take and to kill."

You gulped, slipping out of his lap and backing away from him.

"Y-You mean me?" You asked, terror apparent on your face.

"I haven't decided," he replied half jokingly, his fingers grazing the barrel of the gun that sat on the desk.

It was only when he saw tears begin to spill from your eyes that he regretted ever saying anything.

It was odd. He'd never really felt remorse or regret for anyone except maybe the people he worked with, and even then it was regret for himself and not out of any sentiment for the person.

He stood up and made he way closer to you, causing you to back up into the wall, leaving you trapped by his body that towered over you.

"Forgive me. It was only a bad joke. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he reassured you, placing one hand above you resting on the wall and the other tilted your chin to look at him. "I may be a monster, but I can behave for once," he murmured, leaning down to get a better look at your face.

You were so fragile beneath him. So breakable.

He could take your life so easily right now. It would take nothing to snap your neck.

Your eyes looked up at him, still shimmering with wet fear.

God, he couldn't take it. Not from you. But why?

"What is your name? I never asked."

You were taken back. His proximity made your whole body shake. The warmth from his own body felt like it radiated off of him and into your very bones.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n." You rasped.

Even your name sounded so soft and delicate.

"Well, Y/n... I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friends are going to die tonight. All of them," he said simply. Honestly. Not a hint of malice was present in his voice. He only wished to convey the severity of the situation.

He walked back to his seat and you stepped away from the wall, swallowing thickly.

"And if I leave, right now?"

A smirk played on his lips.

"I'm afraid I can not allow that."

Without another word spoken from either of you, you sat back down next to Hans as he carried out the rest of his plan.

He noticed you were beginning to nod off and he instructed that a blanket be brought to you at once.

You eventually fell asleep fully, your head falling on his shoulder defeatedly.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. He debated moving you, but the thought of waking you from you peaceful slumber bothered him.

Pretty soon, he was given no choice when Ellis swaggered his way into the office with the promise of delivering John to Hans on a silver platter.

Hans played along for a bit, offering Ellis a coke and humoring his little speech while getting on the walkie with McClane.

As you watched the whole thing play out, you weren't certain what exactly was happening. You did, however, know something felt off about the exchange.

It finally clicked what was about to go down, making you give Hans a terrified look.

"Sheiße," he muttered to himself when he realized he was going to have to murder this man in front of you.

He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arm around your head and tucking you into his chest as tightly as he could.

"Close your ears," he commanded sternly.

You did as your were told as tears streamed down your face.

You held your hands to your ears along with Hans who did his best to help with his hand and the crook of his arm.

"It's alright, Schatz. It'll be over soon," he murmured.

Then he aimed at Ellis and quickly pulled the trigger.

The shot managed to pierce your ears sharply and you sobbed into Hans' chest.

He placed the gun down and took out a handkerchief, ridding himself and you of the blood.

You caught the sight of Ellis's dead body out of the corner of your eye and jumped in surprise letting out a scared whimper.

"Hey. No. Look at me, okay. Don't look at him. Don't look," he commanded a bit softer as he finished wiping the rest of the blood off your cheek. "Someone get rid of this Scheiße! Schafft seine Leiche jetzt weg!" He shouted angrily at his men who quickly obeyed his command.

He wrapped both of his arms around you and held you close, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Shhh. Ich weiß. Ich weiß. I am sorry, but it had to be done," he said gently.

He waited for you to calm down a bit before getting back on the walkie and taking care of business.

"Hans?" You asked, barely above a whisper.

He took his finger off the button and looked over at you, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?" He questioned a bit gruffly.

You picked at your fingernails anxiously as you tried to find the right words to say.

"Uhm... when this is all over. I mean, when your get the bonds from the safe... what happens to me?" You asked, afraid of the answer.

"Hadn't thought about it," he stated with a shrug.

He was lying.

"Oh..." you replied, staring at all the pictures that littered the back desk beside the window in disappointment.

Holly and her children. A picture that had been over turned had you a little curious.

"What?" He prodded.

"I was only thinking maybe I could come with you," you confessed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I'm merely keeping you safe until it's over. Then you can return to your home and I will... well, I'll be off to my permanent vacation."

Another lie.

"I see," you responded trying not to cry for the millionth time that night.

He wasn't sure why he was allowing his words to betray his heart.

Maybe it was because he was absolutely petrified.

Surely he would screw up and you deserved better.

Killing and thievery was something he was an expert on, but he felt completely lost when it came to loving another person.

You could tell he was thinking too hard and you slid yourself into his lap, placing your hands on his chest.

"Look. Tonight has been... well interesting to say the least, but I've learned that after everything that's happened, I don't wanna be anywhere that you aren't," you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks. "I can't..."

He snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him.

"It has taken every ounce of power in my being to resist you all night," he spoke gently.

You leaned up to him. Your lips mere inches away from his.

"Then don't," you pleaded in a small whimper.

God, you'd be the death of him.

"And you're just okay with your friends dying for me to get away with all the money? I'm not a good person, Schatz."

"They're not my friends. I was only invited so Ellis would gravitate towards me instead of the girl who invited me. And I don't want you to kill them... I wish you wouldn't, but I can't live without you," you replied.

Hans could already tell the thought of all those people dying was shaking you up and he sighed.

"Maybe I can think of something a little less... violent."

Cops and FBI were swarming outside the building and Hans was up and checking his gun, speaking to his men and planning what to do next.

He took your hand and guided you quickly to the vault where Theo had almost had the safe cracked. All that was left was to plant the explosives which Hans had got to work on quickly.

After the safe blew, everyone stood in awe at the sheer amount of bearer bonds that were in the safe.

"Merry Christmas," Theo said to Hans in amazement.

Everyone began filling bag after bag of bonds, tossing them one by one in a pile.

"Alright, come on! Everyone! Now!" Hans shouted, grabbing some bags and your hand before running towards the exit.

"Hold it right there!" John shouted from Behind the two of you making you turn.

Hans was quick to drop the bags and draw his gun.

He gave you an apologetic look before holding you in front of him and putting his gun to you head.

"Drop it or I shoot her!"

"Come on. Don't do this Hans."

"Or what cowboy? What was that you said again? Yippee Ki-Yay Motherfucker..." Hans said before turning the gun on John and pulling the trigger before anyone could blink.

He put his gun away before taking the bags and your hand again, pulling you along to the van.

"Forgive me?" He pleaded apologetically.

"Only if you take me with you."

[ghostofnuggetspast]

A New Point of View

Sherlock doesn't like holiday trends, And it's not like he has many friends. But now that there's John, He's musing upon How it's worthwhile seen through his friend's lens.

Get John a Christmas Tree, you handsome Scrooge, you.

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[that-sudsy]

Can I request Hans Gruber x Hostage Reader where they are in denial Enimies to lovers and they made love the other night Where in the end they still hate each other but kiss? If that makes sense.

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Hans Gruber x Reader | Die Hard

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴: Fluff  

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3k

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚈/𝚗. 

Locked In

The sky was only beginning to lighten, a pale blue creeping through the curtains. The hotel suite was still, the kind of quiet that comes after indulgence. Sheets tangled. Clothes scattered. A scent that didn’t belong to the room itself but to the hours spent inside it.

Y/n eased herself from the bed, careful step by slow step not to disturb the man beside her. Hans lay half on his back, one arm over his head, breathing deep. He looked almost harmless like this.

Her heels were by the dresser. Her bag by the door. Freedom so close Y/n could taste it.

Y/n slipped into her dress, zipped it silently, and reached for the handle.

His voice cut through the quiet smooth, accented, and far too awake.

“My dear… if you truly intend to leave, you should not wear perfume that lingers. It wakes a man before the sun does.”

Y/n froze. His reflection stared back at her from the mirror: eyes open, alert, focused. He hadn’t moved, but the air felt different charged.

“Running away?” he asked, voice soft like a threat wrapped in silk.

“Or simply leaving before you have to look me in the eye?”

Y/n swallowed. “I wasn’t running  I just thought it was better if ”

Hans sat up, the Y/net falling from his shoulders, revealing the marks Y/n left on his skin the proof of last night.

His smirk was slow, dangerous.

“Better for who? You? Or for the part of you that enjoyed staying?”

He rose from the bed and walked to her with the sort of calm that made her pulse spike. He didn’t grab her. Didn’t block the door. He simply reached past her, fingers brushing hers as he locked it.

Click. The sound echoed.

 breath warm at her ear, “say it properly…mean it.”

Y/n turned. His eyes held her steady, unreadable.

“Because after last night… disappearing feels rather rude.”

His hand tipped her chin up, but not to restrain just to make sure Y/n met his gaze.

“So…” he whispered, dangerous and soft 

all at once.

“Y/n forced a steady breath, lifting her chin as if dignity could hide the trembling in her voice. “I was just… heading to use the lavatory,” Y/n lied, soft and rehearsed.

Hans didn’t answer. He stepped closer, the floor quiet beneath his bare feet. One hand slid the heels from her grip as easily as taking a glass from a table; the other traced the hem of the dress he’d chosen for her the night before. Not to undress her just to remind her who had picked it.

His eyes traveled over her like he was assessing a priceless artifact for damage.

Y/n hated that her pulse reacted to the touch Hans finally spoke, voice low, silken, and unhurried.

“You wore me out, ja… but not enough to dull my instincts you're predictable.” He tilted her chin up with just two fingers barely touching, yet impossible to ignore. Y/n expected a scolding Or anger Instead, he smiled, slow and entertained.

Without breaking eye contact, he moved past her and opened the bathroom door.

A mockingly chivalrous gesture. As if Y/n were a guest. As if Y/n hadn’t spent months as his leverage, his secret, his possession-without-chains.

“Oops…the bathroom is only right here…don't think I didn't plan it like I said you're predictable he said 

He bowed his head a fraction.

“After you,” he murmured.

“Use the lavatory.  Practice your little speech for freedom.”

His grin drops.

“Then come back out… and try again.”

Hans leaned against the doorframe, making you gulp. For sure you have been caught. 

“You're letting me go?” Y/n asked

“I am letting you dream,” he corrected.

“I like seeing which route you choose… before I close it.” Her breath caught. It wasn’t the threat it was how softly he said it. Like devotion wrapped in danger. Like Y/n was the only person he wanted to chase.

Y/n stepped into the lavatory glaring at him as she Shuts the door. Trying to collect your composure and calm the racing heart.

 gripping the sink too hard. Y/n’d practiced the words I want to leave over and over, like a spell that might break the hold he had on her.

But the sight waiting for her stole the breath from her chest.

Hans sat on the edge of the bed, back straight, posture relaxed like a king on his throne. Bare chest, just the dress pants from last night, hair a little disheveled. He wasn’t armed. He didn’t need to be. His confidence was the weapon.

And he was smiling mischievous, entertained, like Y/n was the morning’s entertainment. 

He shook his head slowly, as if Y/n were a predictable joke he still enjoyed hearing.

“I was beginning to think you might climb out the window,” he mused hearing the door open “But you chose honesty. How novel.”

His voice shouldn’t have been soft, but it was. Too soft. Y/n forced her spine straight, forced her fear down where he couldn’t see it.

“I want to leave,” Y/n said again.This time her voice didn’t tremble…Not much.

Hans nodded, almost approving.

“Go on, then…” he invited, gesturing toward the locked door.

“Tell me. Where would you go? Really.”

Y/n blinked. “Anywhere but here.”

His smile widened like that was an answer he expected.

“Anywhere is not a destination,” he replied.

“Anywhere becomes nowhere the moment you walk out that door.”

Y/n hated that he was right. That he knew Y/n had no plan no contacts, no money, no passport he hadn’t touched. Being with him had trapped her as surely as chains, but leaving him meant stepping into a world where he still existed. Where he could reach.

She flinched. He saw it. He always did.

“You think I am the danger,” he murmured, rising to stand before her.

“But out there? Without me? They would eat you alive.”

“So what, this is protection?” she snapped.

“No.” He leaned in, voice dropping like velvet over steel.

“This is attachment.”

The confession stunned something in her chest. Not tender. Not gentle. But honest in a way that hurt.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered.

Hans studied her face, as if deciding whether the truth was worth saying.

“I want the woman who fights,” he said finally.

“I want the one who tried to escape with nothing but a heartbeat and a plan full of holes. I want the fire. The fear. The part of you that refuses to break even when I press.”

Her voice trembled. “You just want possession.”

“If possession was all I wanted,” he said softly,

“you would never have seen a locked door opened.”

His hand lifted hovering near her jaw, not touching, just close enough to feel like gravity.

“I want you to choose to stay.”

“And if I don’t?”

Hans smiled. Not cruel. Not kind. Real.

“Then I will live with the disappointment. But I will never stop trying to change your mind.”

She should leave. She knew she should. But her feet remained rooted. And the way he looked at her like she was a puzzle he’d rather burn down than give up on kept her there.

For once, silence was her answer tight in her throat, trembling in her chest. No lie to give him. No plan sharp enough to cut her way out. Just the weight of everything Y/n wanted and everything Y/n feared, trapped behind her ribs.

Hans watched that silence like it was a performance meant only for him.

“there it is. The moment you realize your schemes entertain me more than they inconvenience me.”

He stood, not in a rush, but with the slow confidence of a man who knew he’d already won the inch Y/n never meant to give, Bare feet on the carpet. The soft sound of fabric shifting as he straightened to his full height. He came closer, close enough for her to feel the warmth of him but not close enough to touch not yet. He wanted the anticipation to do the touching for him.

“Last night,” he said, voice dropping like velvet over steel,

“you thought you wore me down. Just to escape to nowhere”

His eyes flicked to the marks Y/n’d left on him faint impressions of nails, teeth, desperation disguised as dominance. Proof of her attempt to gain leverage.

“But all you did was show me exactly what I stand to lose.”

.

His gaze softened not kind, but aware.

“And what I would rather keep.”

He reached out, fingers brushing the sleeve of her dress. Not gripping, not restraining just enough contact to feel her flinch, just enough to feel her stay.

“You try to escape,” he murmured, head tilting with that maddening smirk,

“and I enjoy the chase.”

He paused, His hand dropped, but his attention didn’t.

“You surrender for a night… and that?”

His smile deepened, dangerous and pleased.

“That is a pleasure even I did not expect.”

Her pulse kicked speeding up as she realized her mistt. Hans leaned in, lips near her ear, not touching letting the air between them burn.

"I didn't give you pleasure....it was just to see where you're patience is" Y/n said

Hans froze for the briefest moment as if her words were a challenge he hadn’t fully expected. Then, slowly, deliberately, he let out a low, amused chuckle.

“Ah,” he said, voice smooth and dark,

“so it wasn’t pleasure,” he mused, tilting his head, letting the grin linger, sharp and knowing. “It was a test.”

His eyes gleamed, tracing her every movement, like he could read her thoughts before Y/n even forced them out.

“You wanted to see where my patience ends…”

He stepped closer, the faintest shadow of a predator circling its prey.

“…and I passed. Did I?”

Y/n met his gaze, daring him with the steadiness of her own defiance. “Apparently. You’re still here.”

Hans laughed softly, a sound that was warm but edged with menace, like fire contained in velvet.

“Still here,” he repeated, leaning in just enough that Y/n felt the heat of him without being touched.

“Because patience isn’t the point. 

He circled her slowly, careful, deliberate, enjoying the tension between them.

“The point,” he murmured, voice dropping, close enough to tickle her ear,

“…is watching you try to outsmart me.

Testing me, And failing beautifully.”

Y/n swallowed, heat rising in her chest despite herself. Her mind raced, calculating her next move but Hans already knew it was a game Y/n could never fully win.

“Tell me,” he whispered, hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her face,

“are you always this clever… or do I bring it out in you?”

Her lips parted, but no answer came. Silence, once again, and he only grinned wider.

Y/n stood rigid, anger trembling beneath her skin like a storm Y/n barely held back. Hans watched it happen the way other men watched fireworks   delighted, entertained, impressed.

“You were rather feisty in bed, Liebling,”

he drawled, voice thick with amusement.

“Didn’t see that coming.”

Her glare could have cut glass.

Y/n snapped, voice sharp as a cracked blade:

“Don’t talk about last night like that.”

But Hans only smiled deeper, savoring every spark of rage Y/n threw.

“Why don’t you just admit you love me?” he asked, like it was the simplest question in the world. “It would save us both so much time.”

Y/n scoffed, disgusted. “You’re insane.”

Hans nodded slowly, thoughtfully   like Y/n had confirmed something flattering.

“Perhaps. But not about this.”

He gestured lazily to the nightstand   to the gun Y/n hadn’t touched. His gun. The one he had left there on purpose.

“You could have shot me,” he said, voice soft but lethal. “You could have left. You had the chance.”

Her jaw clenched. Y/n remembered   the window open, the world outside, the gun, her heartbeat like a countdown. And still… Y/n stayed.

Hans leaned in just enough to pull the truth closer.

“But you didn’t.”

His smile was slow, triumphant.

Not cruel   confident.

“Because some part of you loves me.”

“Some part of you wants to stay.”

“And the rest of you is terrified to admit it.”

Her breath hitched   betrayal by her own lungs. He reached up and touched her chin, not forceful, just guiding her eyes to his. His thumb rested there, like a secret he already knew.

“I suggest you drop this,” he murmured, voice dark velvet.

“This lie. This fight. This fantasy that you don’t care.”

Y/n slapped his hand away   not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to mean something.

“You don’t get to tell me what I feel.”

Hans only hummed, amused   like Y/n had proven his point instead of hers.

“Then prove me wrong.”

“Walk away now.”

He gestured to the door   unlocked. Open. Waiting. The morning air slipped through the crack like freedom whispering.

“Go,” he said, stepping back.

“No force. No chase. Not this time.”

Her heart hammered. “You’d let me leave?”

Hans’ eyes narrowed   not anger, something sharper. Something almost human.

“i won’t cage you to keep you. Because if you come back…that is love.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t feel anything?” Y/n snapped, the words slamming between them like a door Y/n was desperately trying to close.

For a moment, the room went still.

Hans didn’t look wounded.

He didn’t get angry.

He simply studied her   like he was assessing which part of the sentence was the truth and which part was armor.

Then, slowly, he exhaled a laugh. Quiet. Knowing.

“Ah. Then say it again,” he murmured.

“Not like a shield. Not like a scream.”

His gaze pinned her.

“Say it like you believe it.”

Y/n opened her mouth ready to fire back, ready to tear him apart with the same breath  But the words caught.

Just for a second.

Just long enough for him to see it hesitate.

That single heartbeat of silence was all he needed.

Hans stepped closer not touching, not towering, just existing in a way that pulled the air toward him.

“You don’t have to feel nothing,” he said, voice lowered.

“You just have to feel less than I do. That would be enough.”

Y/n shook her head like Y/n could dislodge him from her mind.

“Stop twisting everything I say.”

His smirk returned not mocking, but certain.

“You twist it yourself. Every time you stay. Every time you don’t pull the trigger. Every time you look at me like I’m the last thing you want and the first thing you can’t get rid of.”

Y/n glared. “You’re delusional.”

Hans leaned in just enough for the tension to spark.

“And you’re lying.”

The words dropped between them like a verdict   soft, but irrefutable.

He wasn’t shouting. He didn’t need to.

“If you truly felt nothing,” he said, voice calm as a blade,

“you wouldn’t need to say it this many times.”

That hit her.

Y/n hated that it did.

Hans reached toward her but stopped his hand just shy of her face. The ghost of a touch. The temptation of one.

“Go on,” he said.

“Tell me again. But this time… look me in the eye when you do.”

His voice wasn’t cruel.

It wasn’t smug.

It was almost gentle which was somehow worse. “Or admit that what you feel terrifies you more than I ever could.”

Her voice cracked through the room like something breaking “Do you know why I don’t admit it? Because I don’t see it in you that you f*ing care!”**

The words hit him hard enough to silence the smirk off his face. Not shock   Hans Gruber didn’t shock   but something paused behind his eyes. Like Y/n’d struck a nerve he’d been pretending didn’t exist.

He didn’t advance. He didn’t crowd her.

He just stood there, jaw tight, breathing slow, eyes burning with something that wasn’t amusement anymore.

For the first time that morning, the game slipped.

Hans’ voice emerged low, deliberate:

“You think I don’t care because I don’t care the way you want me to.”

Y/n scoffed, furious. “Then congratulations. You’re succeeding.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger   in realization.

“You want softness,” he said quietly.

“Warmth. Gratitude. An apology for what I’ve done to you. For keeping you. For not letting go when I should have.”

Her throat tightened. “I want proof I matter.”

The smallest shift   not remorse, but honesty.

“I don’t know how to give that,” he admitted.

“Not the way you mean.”

Y/n blinked, startled. Y/n wasn’t used to him admitting anything.

He stepped closer   just one step, not enough to trap, but enough to be heard.

“I care in the only ways I understand how.”

“By staying.By trusting you more than anyone has ever deserved my trust. By not putting a bullet between your eyes when you could ruin everything I’ve built.”

Her breath hitched; Y/n hated that the last one mattered. He held her gaze, no grin this time, no charm masking the truth.

“I care by choosing you… every time you try to walk away.” The silence after that felt heavier than any confession.

He wasn’t offering flowers or promises.

What he offered was raw, flawed, And terrifying.

Y/n swallowed hard. “That’s not enough.”

Hans nodded once, slowly. Like he’d been expecting that answer.

“I know,” he said. “But it’s real.”

“And real terrifies you more than the danger ever did.” Hans moved closer, each step deliberate, his presence filling the space around her until her back pressed against the wall. Y/n could feel the heat of him, the way the air seemed to bend toward him, magnetic and suffocating.

“Go on… leave,” he murmured, voice calm, almost gentle,

“if that’s what you really want.”

But his words betrayed him. His body told a different story: his chest brushed hers with every subtle movement, shoulders close,  His gaze was fixed, unblinking, a mixture of challenge and something far more intimate..Her pulse kicked faster. The words Y/n wanted to speak the ones Y/n rehearsed in the mirror slipped from her mind. Her fingers trembled at her sides, nails pressing into the palms of her hands.

Hans tilted his head, eyes darkening.

“I said… leave,” he repeated softly, but the tension in his stance, the slight curl of his lips, the way he lingered so close… it made her wonder whether he wanted her to try.

Her voice came out low, almost breathless, defiant despite herself.

“You’re impossible,” Y/n spat.

Hans’ lips quirked into a grin   the dangerous, knowing kind he reserved for her.

“And yet… you still stay.”

He inched closer again, almost imperceptibly. Not enough to touch, but close enough that Y/n could feel his breath, the faint warmth against her neck. Her heart hammered, adrenaline and something else twisting in her chest.

“Tell me,” he whispered, voice silk over steel,.“do you really want to leave… or are you just pretending to fight?”

For a heartbeat, the room was silent but heavy, full of unspoken truths and dangerous possibilities.

Her breath was ragged, chest heaving. Her fingers tangled in his hair almost instinctively, and before Y/n could second-guess herself, Y/n slammed her lips against his. Rough. Demanding. Angry.

Hans didn’t hesitate. Not a moment. His hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him, matching her force with his own. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was need and possessiveness, a mirror of everything unspoken between them.

The wall pressed against her back, cold and solid, grounding her as if the world itself had shrunk to the two of them. Y/n moved against him, letting frustration, desire, and defiance fuse into every movement.

He responded with equal intensity, letting his lips roam hers, not carefully, not teasingly   but fully, as if he’d been waiting for this spark to ignite.

“About time,” he murmured against her mouth, a low, breathless tease.

“You think you can fight me forever, Liebling?”

Her fingers dug in, nails grazing his shoulders, his chest, anywhere they could find purchase.

“Maybe I like fighting,” Y/n gasped.

“Maybe I like seeing if you’ll actually let me win.”

Hans chuckled, a deep, vibrating sound that vibrated through her. “Win? You’ve already lost,” he growled, voice thick with amusement and something sharper.

“And yet… I like the way you try.”

He shifted slightly, pressing her harder against the wall, letting the weight of him anchor her. Every inch of control, every heartbeat, every stolen breath screamed their dangerous connection.

“So tell me, Liebling,” he whispered, lips barely brushing hers,

“are you kissing me because you want to… or because you can’t stop yourself?”

Y/n froze for a heartbeat   not enough to break the kiss, but enough to let the tension thrum between them like electricity.

Her lips parted from his, just enough to whisper, breathless but teasing:

“I’d say… both, you f***ing arsehole.”

A grin tugged at her cheeks, betraying her frustration. Y/n wasn’t truly angry just exasperated by him, by the tension, by how infuriatingly magnetic he was.

Hans froze for a heartbeat, then let out a low, amused chuckle, eyes sparkling with delight at her words.

“Both, huh?” he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer so their foreheads almost touched.

“I’ll take that as praise, then.”

Y/n huffed, rolling her eyes, but the smile never left her lips. He tilted his head, smirk widening, clearly enjoying every second.

 he replied, voice low, teasing, intimate.

“You’re frustrated… yet here you are. With me. Still close enough to whisper insults.” Hans’ eyes darkened with a dangerous, playful glint.

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The Hounds of Baskerville part Two

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Day 17: Shopping

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The country pub is a-hopping

The news of a “beast” is quite shocking

Is it boars or bears

Or simply dog hairs?

No one cares as they’re souvenir shopping

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