#bartosz dark

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.

Adam:

it’s basically a cute short no time travel/coffee shop/college AU with Bartosz/Silja

Summary: Bartosz has been struggling with getting to know people at college, still hung up on Winden. But one day a certain Silja happens to sit as his table and suddenly, the future seems a whole lot brighter.

Featuring himbo Silja and soft nerdy Bartosz for Maximum Cuteness

Enjoy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25893214

Request: Hi, hope youre well. Can I request one for Dark? You probably have a DOZEN requests, and so far I love every one of them, but you don't have to take it if it's too much of a bother. Can I request a Bartosz x SO where he thinks they are still asleep in the morning and speaks his mind, just one ball of fluff haha. Boy deserves a hug like almost every person in this show ugh. Thanks! 

Not at all love thank you so much for sending in! <3

Bartosz jumps down, rolling his neck back as he steps out onto the wooden floor, nearly falling off the king size bed as he crosses over to the sliding glass doors that line his bedroom. Pushing the pane until it flies open into the soft gold rays of the morning light, a grateful smile bursting onto his face as his eyes squeeze shut against the gentle spring breeze that caresses your sleepy face like the warm tide of a deep azure ocean, the sounds of tweeting robins jumping from branch to branch like a couple of childish lovers filling his heart with peace, and his mind still wanders on you, filling it with love.

His feet thunder back against the hard oak floor until he feels the soft fluffy carpet scrunch between his toes. He places his hands on your hips, sighing gently into the silent morning as he gazes down at your non-moving form, your body collapsed over onto his side of the bed as your arm still rests dead across the bottom edge of his pillow, your mouth billowing the soft curls of your cherub hair up into the air like a simple pendulum swinging back and forth. You look so youthful, so peaceful in your sleep, he thinks, as he leans down to rub his hands down the bare naked skin of your shoulders, chuckling lightly to himself as his soft massages that dig into to the tensed muscles earn him a low, sleepy groan as you blink hesitantly awake. He smirks, leaning down to press his chest firm against your back as he tenses slightly, not noticing your eyes beginning to flicker behind again behind your eyelids as a light blush sprinkles over his cheeks and he kicks his legs up back onto the bed to rest coldly on top of yours.

He breathes in your scent, his thick arms coming to wrap around your waist as he mumbles halfheartedly, ‘five more minutes love, and then we’ll have to get up or Jonas will start knocking on the door. We’ve already been late to school three times this week.’ He mumbles the last part into the curve of your neck, his breath warm and tingly against your skin as he sighs sadly, not wanting to leave the bed in the foreseeable future, or to leave your embrace.

The rhythmic sound of your heartbeat begins to lull him back into a deep sleep as his feet twitch against your legs, making your stomach convulse in shakes of laughter that you try desperately to hide, shoving your head deeper into your pillow as you feel his forehead bump against your hair.

‘Y/n,’ he starts, ‘I’m too scared to admit this to you, but I guess now that you’re asleep it’s the perfect time. Shit, Jonas has been laughing at me relentlessly. And it’s all your fault. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and even though I pretend to be all cool and slick I’m not, y/n, I’m terrified, because I love you with every fibre of my being. I have since we both started school.’

‘I need you, I’ve always needed you. No one has ever understood me the same way you do, no one has ever really seen me, the real me in the way you’re capable of, and I don’t think i could manage without you. I’m sorry I’m just too much of an idiot to tell you to your face.’

‘That’s okay, Bartosz, I love you too.’

Humming contently to yourself, you start laughing as you feel Bartosz arms stop tugging on your own, his body becoming stiff as his eyes widen. His head pops over your shoulder to stare down at you, his navy pyjama top hanging over your arm as he stares at you with wide eyes, his mouth blubbering open slightly.

‘You-you’ve been awake this whole time!? You shit!’

Grabbing your waist in a tight fist, his fingers curl tightly around your side, thin motions against your hips causing you to jerk involuntarily. You gasp suddenly. amused at his childish throaty chuckles as he gazes down at you, before his eyes suddenly widen in shock as his bottom hits the floor, the two of you rolling of the bed as your hands come up to launch at his neck, bright bursts of laughter pealing out of his mouth as he tries to inch his hands back in. Tugging you tighter into his chest, his heart thumping more erratically as you wrap your arm around his slender chest and snuggle your head further into his neck, he grins in delight to hear your slight chuckle as his chin bumps slightly against your cheek, the two of you not even noticing that you had ended up against the carpet. With half-lidded eyes, his fingers delicately trace the slight curve of your jaw, a smile gracing his face as he looks down at your sleepy figure. Peppering kisses against the tip of your ear, he pulls you in so tight you feel you may burst as his hand runs figure eights up and down your back, wondering how you could look so ethereal even with sleep crusting your eyes and tiredness lining your face.