of wars, lives, kinks, other stuff and delightful voyeurism

please don’t heed the jumbled accents and dialects and whatnots. I frankly don’t know what I’m doing half of the time…

Actually it’s not voyeurism per se; it’s just being a peeping tom, but I couldn’t find a better word so it’ll have to do (could anyone help me with this? – I prolly won’t change it but I’ll know what I can write next time~)

I think I’m getting better at writing long ‘stories’.

Btw try to find the thing that – maybe not all that - gradually changes as the story progresses :D.

Un-beta-ed like all my work. (except of course my own crappy proofreading ;3)

I think there may-be spoilers in this fic of mine - not many and not all that noticeable but still there. + yucky kiss-scene (my first long one, if anyone wants to know… I think it shows…)

man kann mir gerne sagen was man denkt~ ich beisse nähmlich nur auf anfrage X3