Origins Crew x Reader Oneshots/Preferences

(Edward Richtofen x Reader)

Finally.

After what seemed like endless hours, the hordes gradually died down and you and the 4 guys could have a bit of a break.

Tank was counting out his ammunition.

Takeo was cleaning his katana.

Nikolai was on watch duty.

And Richtofen was fiddling with those blood vials he always seemed to carry around.

You felt a presence sneak up behind you. You spun around and Tank was there with a little smirk on his face.

You two started chatting about random stuff that came to your fatigued minds. The conversation died down a bit and out of the blue Tank said something that took you by surprise. "You look pretty. Even with all the gross blood and shit." Charming..

"Oh..Thanks Tank.." You smiled brightly. But your smile faded when you felt a pair of eyes burning into you from behind.

Tank smugly smiled. "Looks like German's got a problem."

You turned around to look at Richtofen, who's eyes quickly parted from yours the minute they locked. Tank chuckled and you shook your head at him.

Something is bothering Edward...

"Tank come here a second!" Nikolai shouted from the main passage way. Tank sighed, flashed a smile at you and walked away to tend to whatever Nikolai needed.

You sat there for a minute, lost in your own thoughts until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and saw Richtofen. His face looked stern and cold, but you gave him a little smile, hoping to brighten up the mood a little bit.

"Hey Edward. Whatsup?"

He took a little while to respond, but eventually said "I don't like how Dempsey talks to you."

You were taken aback by this sudden confrontment, but stood tall.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he should'nt be flirting with vhat's not his."

Your cheeks burned and you stared at him, still slightly confused.

"Again, what do you mean by that?"

Edward didn't reply. With quick actions he simply brought his hand up to your face, stroked circles on your soft skin with his thumb and went in for a quick peck on the lips.

Your cheeks were brighter than ever. But you weren't going to settle for a petty quick kiss.

You grabbed him by the collar, pulling his tall figure down to you, and kissed him right on the lips.

He immediately melted into the kiss, enjoying what he had been waiting for, for so long.

He pulled away and whispered a sentence into your ear which would stick with you forever.

"Jou're mine, liebling. Ich liebe dich."