#/ lud being awkward ? yes

[leprosycock]

would you ever be interested in a sort of role reversal for jlud (like j is the little one and lud is the creep)?

i've half-written a few unpublished fics like that with babysitter lud and young j as well as lots of jennalud stuff where lud is the older brother so. yes absolutely i'm interested in it because lud is such an obvious closeted lolicon it's insane. unfortunately i have to be in such a specific headspace for that and i'm just naturally attracted to j being a freak because i feel like he deserves it. maybe if lud has another certified creep moment i'll return to that.. i'd like to finish my sibcon fic sometime where j is lud's little awkward friendless neet sister

[koolkat9]

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AU Ask Game

GerEng + Peter Farm AU!

So basically. Arthur's mum dies a year or two before the main events of the au. So Arthur agrees to take custody of his 4/5 year old half brother Peter. That could probably be it's own au but I'm not going to get into the whole messiness of Arthur learning to be a dad. But just know Sufin were Peter's foster parents and Arthur actually became really good friends with them so Peter still gets to see them.

Anyway, a year or two later, Arthur learns that his estranged father has died and has given Arthur his farm. Arthur, who has just lost his job decides to accept the inheritance and perhaps give Peter a better life outside of the city.

The farm comes with two farm hands: Ludwig and his older brother Gilbert. Gilbert is friendly and a hard work and a huge help to getting Arthur settled in. But Ludwig is intimidating, keeps to himself, kind of cold which off puts Arthur. He's a hard worker though, built for manual labour so he can't complain.

Peter is actually the one to approach Ludwig first. Because yes, Ludwig is big and kind of scary, but so was Berwald and he turned out to be one of the sweetest men Peter had ever met. He was just a little socially awkward and maybe it's the same thing with Ludwig. So he sneaks off and starts following Ludwig around the farm, chatting with him. At first Ludwig doesn't know how to reply, but when they start talking about animals and tractors Ludwig finally comes out of his shell.

Peter babbles all about his time with Ludwig to Arthur who's kind of confused. Turns out Ludwig just isn't great with communicating with new people. He and Arthur eventually come to an understanding and develop a friendship.

And eventually a bit more than that. Arthur finds himself with a massive crush on Ludwig. He can't stop watching him work (staring at his muscles), gets flustered when Ludwig compliments him, dreams of kissing him, etc.

Some lovely gay moments I've brainstormed with the GerEng server:

Ludwig taking his shirt off on a hot day thinking he's alone, but Arthur is right there and sees it all.

Arthur us super pale and the sun is his enemy so the first summer on the farm, he gets burnt to a crisp. He refuses to put anything on the burn until Ludwig is like: "Fine I'll put it on you myself." And Arthur challenges him like "Do it." Cue them being in very close quarters, Ludwig's hands on Arthur's bare skin. At least the sunburn hides Arthur's blush. Both are having a gay meltdown. It's so deliciously awkward.

There is a storm forcing Ludwig to stay with Arthur and Peter. Once Peter is asleep on the couch, finally able to relax after the thunder kept spooking him, Arthur and Ludwig sit near the fire place (one of the only sources of light because the power has gone out). They chat for a bit and end up cuddling, and holding hands a bit. A wordless confession from both parties.

Arthur getting sick and can't be out of bed. Peter immediately runs to the German bros (specifically Ludwig for help). Ludwig taking initiative to take care of Arthur. Gilbert knowing that Ludwig actually just wants and excuse to pamper and dote on Arthur teases him a bit but lets him go. Peter and Lud making soup for Arthur together. Ludwig making sure Arthur stays in bed and also caring for Peter.

Arthur feels so guilty because this is way above Lud's pay grade. But it's also kind of nice to be fretted over and cared for by his crush.

Peter trying to getting GerEng together:

Peter: Do you like my brother?

Ludwig: (blushing) Uh.. W-Well... Of course. He's my boss and--

Peter: Not like that. Like do you like him like him?

Ludwig: N-No (blushes even more)

Peter: Because I like you. I'd be happy if you marry him. He needs someone like you.

Moving past the romance to other plot points. Arthur being way in over his head, not realizing how unprepared he is for farming. There's some money troubles. And Arthur is so terrified and stressed because he needs to care for Peter, Peter is his priority, but he's struggling to provide.

But don't worry, it ends happily. Ludwig and Arthur get married. Arthur finds his footing running a farm and it's all good.

[ofchargers]

ludwig’s  schedule  was  almost  packed  with  things  he  intended  to  do ;    from  organising  the  next  meeting ,   to  completing  the  paperwork  that  his  boss  had  given  him ,   to  trying  to  anticipate  what  he  must  prepare  for  the  next  day .

luckily  for  today ,   however ,   ludwig  actually  wanted  to  spend  some  free  time  with  his  closest  friend ,   having  left  a  part  of  the  day  in  his  busy  schedule  open  despite  all  of  the  work  he  has  yet  to  do .    what  is  it  that  people  say ?    he  needs  to  loosen  up  and  learn  to  take  it  easy ?    gilbert  seems  to  tell  him  that  often ,   even  if  it’s  in  his  usual  teasing  manner ,   as  a  brother  does .    perhaps  some  well  spent  time  with  feliciano  would  allow  him  to  relax  like  people  keep  telling  him  to .    maybe ...

“    ah ,   feliciano .    ”    ludwig  doesn’t  know  where  to  put  his  hands .    he  can’t  put  them  behind  his  back ,   rested  on  his  lower  spine .    it  is  too  professional ,   too  cold ;    nor  can  he  fold  his  arms ,   for  that  seems  too  uninviting .    ludwig  settles  with  resting  them  at  his  sides ,   but  not  pressed  against  them .    “    i ...    have  some  spare  time  today  if  you  would  like  to ,   say ,   go  for  a  walk  with  my  dogs ?    ”

@miocortieni  asked  for  ludwig !

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Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.

“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!” 

“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.

“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!” 

“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”

“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.

“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.

We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.

Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.

With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.

Yeah, that didn’t work out. 

For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter. 

“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.

And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called. 

“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.

The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!

When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!

“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking! 

I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.

hey, y/n!

don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse

yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company

so thanks

Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…

Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that? 

No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking

...right? 

Yes, yes, it has to be it.

oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!

you’re really cool indeed :)

Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really

but i’m really glad we’ve met too!

i love your content btw and you’re funny af

Dave: thx! 

so it’s lud and...?

he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel

Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv

fuck idk either

Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.

After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.

Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.

Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone. 

It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!

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chapter 12: what friends do

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A/N: Hi! I wasn’t sure if I’d post today, but, quite frankly, writing’s the only thing I can get myself to do lately and knowing that there are some people out there who want to read what I have to offer really warms my heart 🤍 Sorry for the sappiness and for any typos heheh See you on tuesday hopefully!

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[shelsgovroomvroom]

thinking abt lud and sykkuno together.... how would they react to finding out the reader likes both of them.... and how would that dynamic end up being. like holy fucking softboy and chaos himbo that hits

Okay so I’m specifically focusing on pre relationship and when the relationship first starts cause this concept.... wow I have a lot to say.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤

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Firstly, it’s probably someone else that tells you those two idiots like you. Mostly because there’s absolutely no way that those two would tell you themselves. It’s most likely Sean that tells you. Cause he just can’t stand listening to them pine over you and he knows you like them too.

They do, however, tell each other. It’s honestly one giant miscommunication because they tell each other that they like you and they each tell you that the other one likes you. So all of are aware that everyone likes each other but all of you think that no one likes you.

Long story short, Sean has one massive headache.

Eventually it’s Ludwig that says anything because of course it’s Ludwig. He also doesn’t tell Sykkuno that’s he’s gonna tell you. The three of you are hanging out and Ludwig, bless him, downs his beer and just says “Sykkuno and I both really like you.”

You’re in a state of shock and Sykkuno is in a state of pure panic. You’re pretty sure that Sykkuno would have bolted if you didn’t immediately say that you liked both of them.

There’s kinda a moment of awkward silence where you’re all thinking the same thing. Eventually you just say “okay so... do you two like each other as well?”

Ludwig looks offended cause he’s been doing all he can to make it very clear that he’s been trying get into Sykkuno’s pants. He says that and then Sykkuno is kinda left there, still not saying anything, because he can’t believe that both of you like him.

Sykkuno meant to answer you, he really did mean to say that yes he liked Ludwig. He really thought that he answered. Instead what happened was that he kinda just threw himself at Ludwig and then suddenly Ludwig had Sykkuno on his lap.

Ludwig, because he’s a horny little shit, just immediately kisses Sykkuno because he’s been wanting to for ages and now Sykkuno is literally in his lap? Nope. He has to kiss him. That’s the only option there.

So yeah... that’s how you guys get together. All because Ludwig is an impulsive little shit and all without Sykkuno even saying a word.

[alyss01]

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[Corpse Husband x GN! reader]

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Genre: fluff (kinda)

Word count: 2.5 K

Requested: no (to request send me a submission, an ask or a message) REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Synopsis: You meet Corpse for the first time after being invited by Sean to a game of Among us. The two of you make quite a good pair in the game and as soon as you close the game and start messaging Corpse privately you check your twitter.

Warnings: violence in among us

A/n: I really didn't know what to write but this seemed like a lot of fun. It was kind of awkward writing it but I hope you don't notice that when reading. I hope you enjoy!

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You were leaning back in your desk chair, you had just finished editing a video to go up on YouTube when you were disturbed by a ping on your phone.

"Are you up for a game of Among us?" Sean was the culprit of your distraction during your well earned break. Not that you minded, the Irish man a great friend of you and a seemingly infinite source of entertainment.

"Idk, are there others I know there as well?" You asked, unsure of wanting to go through the draining process of meeting a bunch of new people and having to worry about first impressions and such.

"A couple. Toast, Sykunno and Felix. Does that sound good?" He responded, you thought for a second, it had been awhile since you streamed and it could definitely be fun.

"I'll be there in 10. Keep the spot open." You messaged back as you closed your phone, and started to set up everything you needed to start the stream.

In the meantime Sean informed the group they could play a quick game with nine people before their fill would arrive.

You kept the intro to your stream quick, posting a quick post on instagram to inform people you were going live.

When you joined the call they seemed to have just finished the game, "Lud, I can't believe you vented in front of me!" You could instantly hear the different voices of your friends fill your ears as they bickered over their last game.

Your little avatar joined the spaceship as the group quieted down. You greeted them cheerfully, "Hi guys!"

Sykunno was the first to greet you as well, he perked up at the sound of your voice, "oh hi Y/n!" You chuckled, "it's been awhile Sykunno."

"Don't steal my simp away like that Y/n." You laughed at Toast's hurtful voice as Sykunno hurried back to denying it. Being more than well aware of the joke it had become it was always fun to tease them about it.

"Sykunno won't know who to simp for now." Felix chuckled as everyone laughed, you were glad to have joined the game, it was already promising to be a fun set of games today.

When you glanced at your chat you could see an arrange of comments flash over the screen, some greeting you, others joking about the comic situation from before yet most kept saying 'wait for it'.

"Hey guys why is my chat being spammed with 'wait for it'? What are you planning behind my back." You were skeptical of the group, knowing full well what they had planned for new comers when they joined in the past. You wanted them to know you wouldn't fall for it but instead of anything you just received laughs in response.

You were confused as ever when Felix spoke up as first, "you don't think they're talking about Corpse, do you?"

This just made you more confused, "Corpse?"

"Wait don't tell me you've never played with Corpse before?" Jack nearly yelled out, and it reminded you why you standardly had him turned down in volume in discord. "Why haven't I forced you to play with him before?!" He continued as the look of confusion only grew on your face. Your chat was going insane as you looked on another screen where discord was displayed, indeed seeing that one of the names in the call was this so called 'Corpse'.

"So uhm, who is Corpse?" You asked somewhat awkwardly, and a deep voice greeted you back.

You were taken by surprise to say the least, Felix comically counting to three before your own voice seemed to return, "assuming that was real, that's one heck of a voice you got there dude." A smile on your face as you continued to look at the screen.

"Yea.. uh thanks?" You could hear the awkwardness in his voice, "I'm sorry, you must get that a lot." You apologized while chuckling as he agreed, "yea, you could say that."

With that settled the game of Among us started. You walked out of cafeteria, followed by Corpse and Sykunno as you did the med scan, Sykunno checking if it was real and doing his own scan after.

Corpse followed the two of you around to cameras where he vented when both you and Sykunno were watching the cameras. His kill in electrical was fast and flawless as he vented back, just in time to see you walk down from the cameras.

You had seen him, he knew that. Yet you didn't run to the button. A devilish smile on your face as you spoke to your chat, "now I'm interested in how his going to play this." Sykunno left cams, and the three of you split from each other to do tasks.

You met up with Corpse once more in admin, as you were scanning your card. The lights went out as you stood at the admin table beside him, who was still faking the task, although it didn't do anything to convince you after what you had seen earlier.

Although you had expected him to kill you right then and there, he didn't. He stayed beside you until the body was reported.

Three people had died so far.

Corpse stayed silent, only speaking when a question was asked. "I was the entire time beside Y/n, they can vouch for me."

You raised your eyebrows as you listened along. He was testing his boundaries. He was testing you.

"He was with me the entire time yes, so that should clear me." You spoke, muting yourself for a second as you talked to your chat, "I'll keep that information for later, he can't kill me now, cause I'm clearing him."

"It doesn't clear you, three people died." Rae spoke up for the first time that meeting, but Corpse was quick to defend you, "If we would've been imposters we would've just double killed twice."

You mouth opened although no words came out. Sykunno backed you up, saying that he cleared you with the med bay scan so both you and Corpse were safe.

"This is actually hilarious." You said as you laughed loudly when the meeting ended. In the end they had skipped because you were still with seven left.

As you walked around the map Corpse trailed you like a puppy, only disappearing once. When you found a body in comms later while walking by you reported it, "it's in comms."

Five people were left. They were one person away from winning.

It wasn't needed for you to reveal your information quite yet, Toast had big brained and figured out that Rae was one of the imposters. Seeing as his evidence seemed accurate enough you voted, and the game didn't end when she was thrown into the vast emptiness of space.

During the next round Corpse disappeared from your side once more, and you left your position. Instead of waiting for him you stood at the button and waited for a few seconds to be sure Corpse had killed before pressing the emergency button.

"Good button." Corpse started and Sykunno agreed. Three people were left.

You smiled as you shifted position, leaning your head on your hand as you watched the screen. "So this button has a reason. We need to vote."

Again both males agreed. "Sykunno remember how you cleared me at med bay the first round?"

"Yes.."

"So then it's Sykunno." Corpse concluded and your confusion was obvious on your camera as you were trying to understand what Corpse was doing.

"Well you didn't check me, so it can definitely be me." Sykunno agreed thoughtfully, and you shifted in your chair, smacking your hands on your desk "Wait what? Sykunno I know it's not you!"

"You were with Corpse the entire game though, and you never cleared me!" He argued back and you failed to see the logic in his words.

"Sykunno I literally saw Corpse vent!" You yelled out, locking your vote into corpse.

This new information seemed to take Sykunno by surprise as well, "wait what? You actually saw him vent? When?"

"First round at cams. I got off earlier than you and Corpse hopped out of the vent after killing someone in electrical, after all that's where the body was found. So after that he followed me around each round." You explained as Sykunno locked in his vote as well.

Corpse didn't say anything before locking in his own vote.

He got thrown out with three votes that round.

You were practically yelled at by both Felix and Jack after not having avenged them by outing Corpse that first round.

It was the second round when the fun really started to happen. Both you and Corpse managed to land imposter this time. You were glad you were muted when you saw the screen with the red letters painted above it, the loud laughing that escaped your throat would've been a dead give away.

You managed to kill two people during that round, both when lights were off. When you shot Sykunno in his head you whispered a silent apology as you self reported his body.

"Okay so who killed my simp?" You spoke as soon as you unmuted yourself in the meeting. Immediately Corpse and Sean went wild, "who killed my best bud?!" Sean immediately followed.

"I swear whoever killed Sykunno won't get away with this." Corpse followed up. Surprisingly enough this pulled any suspicion off the three of you. No one wanted to believe any of you three would actually murder Sykunno.

They shot out Rae for whatever reason that round, although you barely noticed in your laughing fit. You didn't stop laughing after Toast had quite literally said "Y/n, Sean and Corpse have to be clear, otherwise I would've heard Sykunno cry from his room because of the betrayal."

"I'm gonna stalk Y/n. Ain't no way both my best friends are getting murdered." The words that left Sean's mouth in the last seconds of the meeting made you stop laughing.

You followed Sean around, talking to your chat in the meantime, "okay so I'm switching tactics. I'm gonna marinate Sean now."

When the next body was reported you indeed had not left Sean's side. It made the group believe that one of the killers had indeed been thrown out and it also cleared your name.

Now both you and Corpse were cleared, as he had marinated someone the first round and now you also had someone to vouch for you.

"So we got one out just now, otherwise we there probably would've been more people dead." Toast started the meeting when Felix's body was found.

"Or one of the imposters is sitting it out." Hafu continued and immediately they started to debate. With six people left you were ready for a double kill to win.

"I can only vouch for Corpse for round one." Poki spoke up, immediately drawing sus to corpse. There wasn't anything you could do against it so you let it happen, and in the end he got voted out.

His ghost followed you as you walked around. You decided to speedrun the remaining round. You killed Poki first in med bay and vented into security as you walked towards electrical.

If you played this well enough you could put Sean in a 50/50.

Next on your list was either Toast or Hafu. You sliced Toast's neck in comms and when you went to check admin table you could see both Hafu and Sean together in navigation.

You waited for a bit longer before taking the long way through cafeteria, and when you arrived your kill cool down was ready.

You sliced through Hafu's avatar as the screen faded to black and displayed your victory.

The rounds that followed that one were on your end spent as cremated, although they were still a lot of fun. You stayed with Corpse for a large part of it, vouching for each other when you could. More than once that resulted in the both of you being thrown out.

When Corpse left the group you saw that it had been a couple of hours. It was starting to get late for you as well so you too decided to end there. You closed your stream with some last words and got up from your set up as you stretched.

You grabbed your phone as you opened discord, sending a quick message to Corpse, "it was great meeting you! You're one hell of an imposter by the way." You fell backwards on your bed.

Within a minute you got a reply, "likewise, we made a great team." You chuckled aloud. This wasn't what you had planned for the day but it was a lot of fun. You were glad you had joined the game.

"Will you be joining future games as well?" You messaged back, hoping for a positive answer.

"I hope so, it isn't up to me though." You couldn't see Corpses smile through the screen, neither could he see your broad smile as you typed a reply.

"Got it. Rest assured knowing I'll message you as soon as I get the opportunity for anyone to join! No matter what, I hope to see you more often in the lobby." You clicked send as you dropped your phone on the bed. You laughed as you pressed your face in one of your pillows, you could barely believe you just send that.

"Same." The beep from your phone had you grab it as you read his reply, the smile on your face growing brighter.

When you closed discord you could see the massive amount of notifications on twitter. You opened the app, seeing your account swamped with tweets over your stream and the hashtag '#CorpseandY/n' trending.

The tweets ranged from clips from your stream mashed with clips from Corpses stream, to just messages and drawings of scenes of the stream. You recognized your little avatar turning around when corpse vented right in front of you while Corpses avatar was littered with blood splatters in one of the mini comics.

You returned to your chat with him on discord, "have you checked twitter since the start of among us?"

"No, I've gotten a lot of notifications though."

"I recommend you check it." You laughed as Corpse went offline. A couple of minutes later he returned, "we're trending."

"Yup, we are."

[rosethreeart]

Not an hc but an au with animal shelter worker Lud and vet tech Lorenz slowly turning from co-workers, to friends to lovers

Bro yeeessss

At first they don’t really like each other that much, Ludwig thinks Lorenzo is an ass and Lorenzo thinks Ludwig is just a stone cold bitch. The more time they spend together they realize that’s not the case, they both catch each other on many occasions being super cute and loving to the pets.

Lorenzo really starts falling for him when he sees the lengths Ludwig is willing to take to rescue an animal

Ludwig fisrt realized he’s not such a bad dude when he went to comfort Lorenzo after loosing an animal and the man just hugged him and cried into his shirt :’(

Ludwig can be...bad at social cues sometimes and the amount of mental gymnastics Lorenzo has to do to get this guy to figure out that he likes him without specifically saying is hysterical.

“Wow your so strong you can like...pick up that big dog...hehe”

Ludwig thinks he’s just being nice but he likes him too so he goes to Gilbert and Gilbert is just like “you fucking idiot.”

They both give stupid little nicknames to the pets and it’s adorable

Ludwig brings a dog for a routine check up and Lorenzo is the only person around at the moment and he just casually (he has a moment in the car before going in lol) asks him if he wants to go on a date

Lorenzo.exe has stopped working.

It takes like almost a full minute for Lorenzo to process cause he can’t tell if he is dreaming (again) or if the hot dude he’s been (not so) subtly pining for just asked him out. He manages to strangle out a really weird “yes” though. Rest of the vet visit is a little awkward and it takes a lot for Lorenzo to not start giggling when he looks at Ludwig cause he’s excited 🥺

[badwolfwrites-sometimes]

Drawn Together: Chapter 12

Feliciano might be overreacting a bit over this.

He was currently sitting on his phone, waiting for Elizabeta to respond to his slightly angry messages over not even giving him a hint of what to expect. Poor Ludwig was left on read.

Feliciano was excited, he truly was, but for some reason he was scared. Ludwig Beilschmidt was extremely close to being his new favorite author and then he messages him and Feliciano is freaking out because he does not know what in the world is he supposed to do. Responding is a good way to start, but what should he say in order to not sound like a weirdo? Now he knew how fanfiction readers felt like commenting on their favorite stories.

Maybe he should rule out 'have my babies' as a possible answer...

While he was having his meltdown, he failed to notice that it was suddenly night and Elizabeta responded.

Lizzie: Well... Lizzie: In my defense I did tell him not to say that Lizzie: Keep his identity hidden

Okay, Feliciano was furious now.

♡~Feli~♡: You could ve at least warned me ♡~Feli~♡: Like idk hes not what he seems feli ♡~Feli~♡: Or something like that

Lizzie: Sorry  *sad face emoji* Lizzie: Lud has no experience talking to people online Lizzie: So I didn't want to burden him with being too careful about being a writer Lizzie: But he really wanted to talk to you so please don't feel weird around him Lizzie: Pretty please Feli ♡

And now he felt bad. He was acting like an asshole to his friend who was just trying to help her own friend. And Ludwig was still waiting for a response.

Artisloveandlife: Hi Ludwig! Artisloveandlife: Tbh when Lizzie said she had someone who wants to talk to me I was kinda expecting a fellow fan Artisloveandlife: Talking to the author themself is a big deal so I'm sorry if I'm awkward.

Feliciano didn't even get a chance to rest his phone.

Lutzie71: You are not awkward. Lutzie71: But I have a question. Lutzie71: Who is Lizzie?

Artisloveandlife: Elizabeta. Artisloveandlife: Does she go by a different name now?

Lutzie71: I am sorry. Lutzie71: I am just used to calling her Betty.

Artisloveandlife: Don't apologize  *big smile emoji* Artisloveandlife: She used to go by a lot of nicknames in middle school so... Artisloveandlife: Did you know that her real name isn't even Elizabeta? Artisloveandlife: It's something like Erzebet??

Lutzie71: Erszebet. Lutzie71: I asked her.

Artisloveandlife: Elegant, are we?  *laughing and crying emoji* Artisloveandlife: But you call her Betty like Otto and Alice. That's so cute!

Lutzie71: Yeah... Lutzie71: The character Elizabeta was made after her. Lutzie71: She was pestering me too much about it.

Well, that's kind of cute.

Artisloveandlife: That sounds like Lizzie. Artisloveandlife: But why did you want to talk to me? Artisloveandlife: I don't think authors normally do that.

Lutzie71: Well, you painted that beautiful piece of art and I have been looking for someone to do a cover for it and the second book. Lutzie71: So I thought I might ask.

Feliciano almost flipped another table at that. There is going to be another book?! For real?! He was only stopped from flipping things by Lovino calling him angrily. Right as he was texting Ludwig at that.

Lutzie71: I apologize for asking such a private question, but you never told me your name?

Well, of course Feliciano would forget something like that.

Artisloveandlife: Feliciano. Artisloveandlife: Sorry, I forgot. Artisloveandlife: Call me Feli.

Feliciano made his way downstairs as quick as he possibly could, just to see what his brother wanted from him now. He noticed two brown heads instead of one.

"Hey Toni!" Feliciano said.

Both Lovino and Antonio turned to face Feliciano. Lovino's face was as if he just ate a whole lemon and Antonio looked slightly worried. "We need to talk." Lovino said simply.

Feliciano nodded, feeling his phone vibrate, but he couldn't respond right now. That would piss Lovino off. "What is it?" He asked.

Lovino sat on the couch, motioning for Antonio and Feliciano to sit as well. Feliciano chose to sit on the stairs, a gut feeling telling him something wasn't right. He wondered if Antonio and Lovino had a fight, but when Antonio sat down next to Lovino, wrapping him up like a blanket, he relaxed.

"You know how Nonno is coming home tomorrow?" Lovino asked, not looking at Feliciano.

"Yeah." Feliciano answered. "Will you two tell him?"

"That's why we're talking to you." Antonio responded, interrupting Lovino as he was about to open his mouth and respond. "Feli, I don't know if you know this, but coming out is a big thing. And it only becomes harder when your heart is already devoted to someone." He squeezed Lovino closer to himself. "If something goes wrong, it's not just you who gets hurt. They get hurt as well. And it takes a good amount of time to properly come out to someone, so-"

"Keep your mouth shut, Feli." Lovino interrupted.

Feliciano nodded, he wasn't planning on saying anything anyway, but now he was more scared than ever of what his brother would do if he even let a tiny bit of it slip. "Can I go back to my room now?" He asked.

"Do the dishes first." Lovino said with a smirk.

Feliciano groaned. "But I did them yesterday!"

"Well, Midget isn't here right now."

"You can do them once in a lifetime!"

"Can't. I have a guest and important business to attend to."

"Making out isn't a business!"

"Neither is art."

Feliciano gave up before it escalated into a fight. He checked Ludwig's message before turning up music to do his work.

Lutzie71: Feliciano has a nice tone to it. It means 'happy one', doesn't it?

It was nice to see that Feliciano wasn't the only person in the world obsessed with name meanings. At least now, he isn't alone.

Once Feliciano was finished with the dishes, he sneaked up to his room before Lovino could give him another task to accomplish. He really just wanted to text with Ludwig right now, a thought of a great friendship growing in his mind. He sat on his bed and responded.

Artisloveandlife: Yess! Artisloveandlife: You know your onomastics, I like you already!! Artisloveandlife: I look forward to working with you on the book!

Lutzie71: So you accept my offer?

Feliciano giggled. Cute.

Artisloveandlife: Yup! Artisloveandlife: On a condition that I get to read it before anyone else.

Lutzie71: You would have to fight my brother for that.

Artisloveandlife: Ahh I don't like to fight...  *sad face emoji* Artisloveandlife: I'll read it after him.

Lutzie71: I just asked him and he said you can read it first if you paint him a portrait of himself. Lutzie71: In a Prussian uniform from 1770s.

Artisloveandlife: Deal! Artisloveandlife: I have no idea what he looks like but I'll do my best!

Lutzie71: He looks like an idiot. Lutzie71: And he's passed out on the floor now.

Artisloveandlife: Is he alright?

Lutzie71: Yes, he just had too much alcohol. Lutzie71: He looks rather comfortable next to our dogs.

Feliciano gasped.

Artisloveandlife: You have dogs?!?!?! Artisloveandlife: Can I see them? Can I please see them? I love dogs!

Lutzie71: I suppose you can. Lutzie71: Let me just figure out how to send you a picture.

Feliciano waited, smiling to himself. It's been a while since he talked to someone online, he almost forgot how exciting it would feel. Moments later, he got his response.

It was a lovely picture of three dogs perfectly nested with a white haired man. They were all ranging in size and colour. Feliciano didn't know much about dog species so he chose not to assume what they were. Them being super cute was what won Feliciano over, as he was on the floor with his legs high in the air, smiling and making strange noises whales would probably understand.

Artisloveandlife: THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!! Artisloveandlife: THEY MUST BE SO FLUFFY!! LUCKY!! Artisloveandlife: Also is that your brother?

Lutzie71: Unfortunately yes. Lutzie71: They aren't really fluffy, but they are rather cuddly.

Artisloveandlife: If this was anime world youre brother would be dead.  *dead face emoji* Artisloveandlife: SO CUTEE!!

Lutzie71: Oddly enough, you are not the first person who made that comment. Lutzie71: Also, I apologize but I am not sorry for this. Lutzie71: Your*

Artisloveandlife: Ah, thanks. Artisloveandlife: English isn't my first language so I make mistakes. Artisloveandlife: Whats the difference anyway??

Lutzie71: Your is for showing possession. For example your brother, your sister, your car, ect. You're is a short form for you are like I'm is for I am. Examples are you're driving, you're cooking and so on.

Artisloveandlife: You explained that like a teacher.  *smile emoji*

Lutzie71: A lot of people get it wrong. It is a common mistake.

Artisloveandlife: Is that why you type them out every time instead of shortening them?

Lutzie71: You could say that. Lutzie71: In any case I must go, my brother would just continue sleeping on the floor if someone wasn't there to carry him. Lutzie71: Good night, Feliciano.

Artisloveandlife: Lol Artisloveandlife: Good night Ludwig. Artisloveandlife: Remind me to send you a picture of my lovely babies  *yellow heart emoji*

Lutzie71: I will.

For the first time that night, Feliciano looked at the time. It was almost 2 a.m. He had been so engrossed into his conversation with Ludwig, he hadn't even thought about how late it was. There was no way he could even fall asleep after all that.

Before he knew it, morning came and he hadn't slept for a second. Instead, he spent the entire night rereading his texts with Ludwig, still in utter disbelief that he's talking to an actual author he admires. Most of his favourite authors have been dead for the past 800 years. Serves you right for liking Dante so much, Feliciano.

He decided to make something to eat and relax nicely. Their grandfather was coming home today so that means there's tons of cleaning to do and no time to rest. He turned on the TV and decided to watch some cartoons.

"Feli." A voice called for him.

"Feli, it's noon. Wake up." Someone was calling.

"Wakey, wakey, little Feli~" A melodic voice was calling, demanding that he wakes up. Strange, he wasn't even-

Feliciano opened his eyes to messy brown hair and a smile. He fell asleep? When? It didn't matter right now anyway, since he was awake.

"Morning, Toni." He smiled.

Antonio messed up Feliciano's hair. "Good afternoon, Feli."

"Those jokes suck. Stop it." Feliciano joked, adjusting himself in a different position on the couch.

"Never!" Antonio sat next to him. "Lovi is asleep too and Meo escaped somewhere again. I guess it's up to us to fix this place for your grandpa."

Feliciano looked around. Sure, there was dust everywhere and probably a good amount of spiderwebs, but overall, the place was actually less of a mess than it could be. "It's fine like this. He'll only stay for a few days so it doesn't matter."

Antonio pinched his cheek. "It does matter. He's your grandpa. Now, are you going to help me clean or are you going to wake Lovi up, soldier?"

Feliciano didn't even give it a thought. "I'll help you clean!"

"Good!" Antonio smiled.

"But first, let me check my phone." Feliciano said, already reaching for it on the table in front of them. He had a notification from Tumblr.

Lutzie71: Good morning, Feliciano.

This was sent at 9 a.m. Feliciano admired Ludwig's skill to wake up so early after talking to each other till so late.

Artisloveandlife: And a late good morning to you too  *smile emoji*

Ludwig's response was almost instant.

Lutzie71: You are just like my brother, only you actually woke up.

Feliciano giggled, catching Antonio's attention. "Who is it? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" He asked, a huge smirk stuck on his face.

Feliciano's ears grew red, his smile shaking. "Just a friend." He answered.

"That's how it always starts." Antonio commented before getting up to make himself some coffee.

Lutzie71: You told me to remind you to show me your babies. Lutzie71: I am very curious to see if they are comparable to my dogs. Which I doubt.

Artisloveandlife: Meanie Artisloveandlife: Let me find them first.

Feliciano got up and searched around the house for his "babies." They were actually two cats, a grey one and a white with brown spots one. Both were Feliciano's. He got them for his 20th birthday after 20 years of begging. He found them asleep in the 1st floor bathroom and, without much thinking, snapped a picture which he sent to Ludwig.

Lutzie71: I must admit their adorableness. Lutzie71: However, they aren't nowhere near my dogs.

Artisloveandlife: Big meanie. Artisloveandlife: Pookie and Gino are worthy of being the greatest cats in the universe Artisloveandlife: Even witches' cats are afraid of their power.

Lutzie71: They still can't compare to my dogs and their wisdom.

Artisloveandlife: Im beginning to suspect that your dogs wrote your book for you

Lutzie71: I will not reveal such secrets.

Artisloveandlife: So they did  *smiling and crying face emoji*

Lutzie71: Okay, jokes aside. We know Aster, Berlitz and Blackie are superior, but Lutzie71: I am curious about what you thought on the book. Lutzie71: My brother complained that it was too cringy.

Artisloveandlife: We never agreed to that tho Artisloveandlife: It was a bit cringy at some parts like those romance bits Artisloveandlife: Even tho I fangirled like there was no tomorrow because they were meant to be with each other Artisloveandlife: But overall it was a really good book Artisloveandlife: You were a bit immature in that field so it made me laugh a lot

Lutzie71: I guess it helped in getting my point across.

Artisloveandlife: Point?

Lutzie71: The innocent suffer in wars. Lutzie71: I wanted to write about the soldiers who have their families and lives which they had to leave behind in order to die for a cause irrelevant to them. Lutzie71: Because what we remember from them is always just a number. Not their lives or their deeds, just whether or not they make the number of deaths increase. Lutzie71: I wanted to point out that they are so much more than than. More than a number.

Artisloveandlife: That Artisloveandlife: That is really meaningful Artisloveandlife: But why did you choose The Thirty Years War? Artisloveandlife: Wouldnt it be easier to just use World War 1 or 2??

Lutzie71: Because, unlike them, The 30 Years War was a long time ago and people have mostly forgotten about it. Lutzie71: That's not the case for the World Wars. Lutzie71: They are still far too fresh in the world's memories. Lutzie71: There's also the fact that I am German which is why I felt wrong writing about the wars my country mostly started. The 30 Years War was a result of an unstable situation in Europe. Lutzie71: You could say that I was afraid of writing about the World Wars.

Artisloveandlife: This converstation took a turn for something really depressive

Lutzie71: Conversation*

Artisloveandlife: Sorry Artisloveandlife: My fingers slipped  *smile emoji*

"Feli! Are you helping me or not?" Antonio called for Feliciano, startling him a bit. He was still in the bathroom, on the floor and petting his two kitties as he read Ludwig's messages.

Artisloveandlife: Im gonna have to go now Artisloveandlife: My grandpa is coming home after a long trip and we have to clean the whole house Artisloveandlife: Which is a lot Artisloveandlife: Ttyl Ludwig  *winky face emoji*

Lutzie71: I have no idea what that means. Lutzie71: Good bye, Feliciano.

Feliciano raced to meet with Antonio for a spring clean up, not even noticing new messages from Ludwig. He was reluctant to clean the house now, eager to return to texting his friend, but he had to put some of his excitement into a good use. His Nonno was coming home and for the first time in a while, Feliciano had made a new friend. One that he intended to keep.

[electricbluetempest]

Widowerner AU - Part 3

The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced. “So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked. “Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained. “But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.” “Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.” Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we /see/ you again, dad?” ‘Yes’ The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it. This is the last one, so enjoy it anons!! (Feat. Luds’ ghostblossom fankid)

Perhaps Nic has to wait for the perfect time for his idea to come. He told his dad he'll be out for a bit and went to the end of Isle 3 to find his friend, Rosie.

"Hey... sorry about your dad, Nic." She approached.

"I know.. say, now that my dad's a ghost....."

"What, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let's find him if he's inside the train" The two said together.

They went inside the train as Rosie grabs a walkie talkie "Is Dr. Alfred Kahl on this train?" No ghost didn't come up to the young woman. Rosie faced her friend and sighed. "I think we're gonna have to do this the hard way."

"What do you mean 'the hard way'?"

"Get the Ouija board, we're summoning him."

The two of them sat down on the ground by the train with a Ouija board, both of them with their hands on the planchette and waiting for something to happen. Rosie had lit a candle and put it beside them as part of the ritual they were about to do.

“Do these things actually work?” Nic asked. 

“Trust me, I’ve done this before.” 

“How do we know if the spirit isn’t lying?”

“I’ll be able to tell. Now. If there is a presence here, let us know.”

The candle wavered and went out, but neither of them felt any wind. Nic’s eyes widened. Is this really it?

“We are looking for the spirit of this boy’s recently deceased father. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?”

The planchette seemed to skitter, slowly hovering to the ‘yes’.

"Dad?!"

"Shhhh, don't scare his spirit away away."

Nic kept quiet as a small gust of wind whooshed over his face. "Are you lying? If not, do you know my name?"

The planchette slowly moved to the 'no'. Meaning the ghost is not lying. Then the planchette hovered to the letters 'N', 'I' and 'C'. 

"Dad.... can you hear me?" The planchette moved over to the 'yes' again. Nic was relieved. He's actually talking to his dad.

“Oh my god, it’s really you! Dad, we’ve missed you so much!”

‘I  M-I-S-S  Y-O-U  T-O-O’

“But, with this, it’s like you’re not really gone! Rosie, this is amazing!”

Nic stopped himself. He realized this could be his chance to say something to his dad. “Listen...I’m sorry I was a bad kid growing up. I keep thinking back to all the times I got mad and yelled at you, and I just feel awful and stupid. And I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye as you were dying. ...Can you forgive me?”

‘I  A-L-R-E-A-D-Y  H-A-V-E’

Nic felt a weight off his shoulders. “Is there any way we can see you again?”

‘YES’

“I can feel the presence slowly leaving.” Rosie said with urgency. “Spirit, send your final message before I lose the connection.”

‘B-R-I-N-G  T-H-E  R-E-S-T  T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W’

The planchette slowly scooted to the 'good-bye'.

Nic had a small smile on his face. "Rosie. thank you."

"You're welcome."

Nic stood up and went back home, it was already late at the evening and he had to come back for dinner. He got back home with Werner and Wilbert at the table. 

"Goodness, vhy are you late? Your dinner's getting cold."

"Sorry dad, I actually did something really awesome today."

"Vat is it?"

"I talked to dad!"

Werner didn't believe that much. Did this really happen?

“How is zhat possible?”

“So you remember my friend Rosie? She and I went and channeled his spirit! We actually got to talk to him for a bit.”

Werner was amazed. “Can ve see him?”

“He wants us to meet him again tomorrow. You, Wilbert, Uncle Robot, all of us should go to Rosie’s tomorrow so we can do this again.”

As Nic ate his cold dinner, Werner felt a warm feeling rising in his chest. A mix of excitement and relief, he had felt so empty after his husband died and now they had something to help with that feeling.

It was already past bedtime, quarter to midnight, Nic is still up writing something in his journal.

'I did something awesome today. I talked to my friend Rosie earlier to ask if my dad's ghost is present. Fortunately, this board thingy (Ouija? is that the spelling?) called my dad's ghost and I was able to talk to him! I promise him to bring my family tomorrow so my other dad can see him too! For now I should be asleep. This is Nic Werman, signing out. Good night!'

Nic closed his journal and placed both the book and the pencil on his desk and turned off the lights. He snuggled under his blanket and closed his eyes. By the window, a ghostly figure can be seen forming a shape of an old man. Dr. Kahl touched the glass to see his son asleep.

"Thank you, Nic....."

***

Nic could barely concentrate at all the next day. This was going to be the real deal, his family was going to see what he saw last night. When nightfall finally came, he rushed everyone out of the house to meet up with Rosie.

“So, why are we here again?” Wilbert asked as they arrived at the haunted railroad tracks.

“Rosie has a way for us to speak to dad again. When I spoke to dad’s ghost last night, he wanted all of us to come here.”

Wilbert’s eyes got wider and he had to hide his excitement. Werner was trying to do the same, still a bit skeptical about how this exactly worked. Rosie was waiting outside for them, ready to begin.

"You guys know the drill?" Rosie asked as she lit the candle.

"What's this board thing?" Wilbert touched it.

"Hey... you don't want to summon an evil ghost."

Wilbert placed his arms away as they all wait for any paranormal presence.

"If there is a presence, let us know." A sudden gust of wind blew, the candle was put out. Nic had a smile on his face, knowing his dad came. "We are looking for the soul of this family's recently deceased relative. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?"

'Yes'

Werner opened his eyes to find out his husband had came to see them. "Alfred? Is zis really you?" 

 'I-T-S  M-E  W-E-R-N-E-R"

It was the robot's turn to ask. "FATHER? ARE YOU ACTUALLY TALKING TO US?"

'Yes'

The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced.

“So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked.

“Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained.

“But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.”

“Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.”

Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we see you again, dad?”

‘Yes’

The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it.

Rosie felt the tingling on her head. Her eyes twitched a bit and she placed her hands on her head to find the signal. "I can feel something. Spirit, show yourself."

The air blew in a moderate to fast speed. The candle managed to light itself as the family felt the coldness of the wind. The wind starts to form a shape of a man, the wind suddenly stopped as the family saw the ghost of Alfred.

"Dad?" Nic gasped. "Is that..... you?"

“It is.” He replied.

Kahl looked down at his arms and hands, then the rest of his body. He was now bluish and transparent, his legs gone with a spindly ghost tail taking his place.

“Well, this is an interesting form, isn’t it?”

“Dad!” Nic wasted no time running over to his dad to hug him, as tightly as he could.

Kahl’s new body was weightless and couldn’t be felt by Nic, but Kahl could feel how tightly Nic was grabbing on. Wilbert joined, grabbing ahold of Kahl’s ghost tail and hugging that. Kahl wrapped his arms against both boys, even though they couldn’t feel it.

“I’m back, boys. You don’t have to cry any more.” This didn’t stop them, though. Both boys were overwhelmed with emotion.

Uncle Robot put a hand down for Kahl to climb on to, just as he did when Kahl was alive. But the robot was surprised to see Kahl float up towards his face and give his cheek a hug.

“Look at that! I don’t need to climb on your hand any more. Have you missed me?”

The robot gave his tiny ghost creator a squeeze, then let him float back down. Werner had been the most shocked about this, standing perfectly still and watching his dead husband suddenly appear before his eyes. Now it was his turn, and Kahl’s ghost stood before him with a gentle look in his eyes. Both men waited for the other to speak first.

The waiting is starting to get a bit awkward. Both men wanted to speak but they don't want to talk first.

"A-A-Alfred?" The rat began.

Dr. Kahl hugged him tightly, even though his husband can't feel it. Werner wrapped his arms around his dead husband as his eyes began to water.

"I missed you very much." Kahl continued to hug. He can feel his husband's tears pour down and landing on his shoulder. "Please don't cry, my love. I'm here, it's ok."

"Alfred... I miss you too.." Werner kept sobbing as he can feel the love coming back from the doctor.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m here now. I’ve crossed the plane, I can be with you all again. ...Just as a ghost.”

Werner jolted back. “You are?!”

“It’ll take some getting used to, me being a ghost and all. But I couldn’t bare to leave you. All of you.”

Werner started to laugh-cry. He tried nuzzling his husband’s hair like he would when Kahl was alive, so happy for his return.

“...Can you feel zhat?” Werner’s voice was hoarse from crying.

“I can, actually.”

“Can you feel zhis?” Werner pulled the ghost in for a kiss. Kahl was shocked for a moment but kissed his husband back, not sure if Werner could tell that he did.

The two men continue to kiss, thought one of them can't feel the other one. They pulled away and held each other's hands.

"It's really great talking to you again."

"Alfred, I vish you can stay here for a bit, but I know it's time for you to go."

"I wish too. I wish I can spend more time with you guys again."

The family pulled into a group hug for good-bye. Dr. Kahl can feel his family's love again, even though he's dead. Now it's time for him to say good-bye.

"I'll go back to the other side now. Don't worry, I will see you guys again, one day." The doctor waved his arm. "Good-bye!"

The wind slowly blew as Dr. Kahl's ghost disappears along with the air. Werner wiped his tears as the wind stopped blowing.

"Zhank you, Alfred......."

[aphgermanyheadcanons]

K I'm not the anon that sent the thing about feli confessing but id really like to see how you think he'd reply in both situation bc that shows how you think he's changed from ww2 to present day which is really interesting with lud

oh honey i would’ve hoped he’s changed bc no one wants lud to be anything like he was during ww2 tho i defo agree. his chara development?? i could talk abt it for ages but that’s a story for another ask!

ok so during ww2 i hc that ludwig did have a giant crush on feli. this was during a time when ludwig had been practically forced to grow up and shoulder the burden of grown men when he was, admittedly, still a teenager like 18/19, prbly 20 by the end of it

ludwig wasn’t too experienced w developing relationships. he prbly hadn’t had too many friends n practically none that were nations. yes, he did have personal relationships w nations like austria, hungary, liechtenstein and ofc, prussia but these were all familial. feli was prbly the first nation he got to know in a way that wasn’t familial which opened up the possibilities of romantic attraction

‘course ludwig falls hard n fast. he’s young. he’s itching for affection but he’s caught up in a war. there are ppl to prove himself to n duties to follow thru w. he doesn’t expect feli- handsome, talented, vivacious and suave- to ever make a move towards him- awkward, gangly and rather dull. so a confession?? he’d be shocked

tho ludwig being ludwig would prbly get over his shock n then instantly move towards the question of what are we n prbly want to establish a relationship w proper labels n boundaries n all that shebang. it’d prbly be messy at first bc we all know feli is just the opposite but my guess would be that it would end in at the least a fling n at the most a srs relationship

contrarily during present day ludwig doesn’t have a crush on feli. i would say he’s come to a realization that a relationship w feli would prbly not be ideal for either of them considering their contradictory values n goals. plus there’s the messy matter of the messy history they would now share which imo would be hard to get past for both of ‘em. tho he still considers feli a good friend so it would?? come as a shock still? but he’d have to take a few steps back n rlly consider things

i think ludwig would prbly tell feli he needed to sort things out n have to go back n reevaluate coughs sit in his room n have an existential crisis coughs for a couple hours at least before reaffirming that it’s prbly not good for either of them to pursue this any further. he’d end up telling feli it won’t work out but that he hopes they can remain friends

conclusion? during ww2 it’d prbly spawn a relationship but nowadays nothing much would change

[daughter-of-war]

Fruk Day Two: Make a Wish! AU

----Can you get a cute boy with twenty dollars?----

For @frukheaven‘s #FrukSpringFestival2k17

Pairing: FrUk (Aph France/Aph England)

Pairing Type: M/M

Words: 2,278

Rating: Teen (Contains implied sexual content for a line!)

At festivals like these, it's never any sort of surprise to see "magic men" along the rows of vendors, with their navy blue tents and handwritten signs. Most people passed these sorts of things by, because all of them carried the very high risk of being complete rip offs. Future predictions and wish granting and speaking to spirits were almost always lies soaked in glitter and fancy words. So naturally, Francis got dragged inside. Gilbert had grabbed his hand to pull him into the tent, protesting that they'd been there all day and he had wanted to check it out. The sword fighting competition had just ended and everyone at the Renaissance Festival was beginning to gather in the middle for drinks as the sun began to set. Women and men dressed in mideval clothing and armor passed them by as they entered the navy tent toward the end of the row, near the end of the lot's boundary.

Inside, everything seemed bigger, likely a trick of the eye. Strategic lighting and fabric folds, maybe. The inside was more purple and black than the navy outside, but even so, it didn't seem scary. Trying too hard, on the other hand, yes. Certainly trying too hard. All sorts of knick-knacks covered the walls, jars of glowing nothingness were strung from the poles making the ceiling, while the fabric folds swayed, making a sort of glitter fall.

"Shit, this place is nice," Gilbert commented, trying to see if he could get a good picture without using the flash. He got about five decent ones. They were mostly of the phosperecent jars dangling on clear string. They looked to be free-floating, and if Francis and Gil didn't know better, they'd be convinced.

"Ah!" A voice cried out from the back of the tent, and despite the tone if absolute delight, both Francis and Gilbert nearly wet themselves. Sudden noises in relative quiet are never wanted. "Sorry, I just settled down for a nap!" The blond man laughed.

"That's alright, man, we were just checking out the place," Gilbert said, nodding his head and looking around in gesture. "Nice setup you've got here."

"Thank you, thank you! All made by hand!" The man, who seemed to be "Kirkland," if the sign on the outside was anything to go by. Kirkland continued on. "It took a while, but I guess it worked, after all I did get two customers today!" Kirkland seemed to get almost high off of the praise, his chin tilting more upward and his posture straightening, with a happy smile adorning his face. Both Francis and Gilbert, however, felt a but bad for Kirkland. Two customers in a whole day was pretty bad.

"Well, since it wasn't too clear on your sign," Francis said with a small chuckle, "would you mind telling us exactly what you do in here?"

"Yeah, that was a bit of a marketing strategy! Don't tell 'em what's inside so they come in to ask for themselves!" Kirkland was pretty animated for someone who had just layed down for a nap. "Anyway, I do things like wishes, tarot cards, fortunes, spirits- both talking to and expelling- and I sell things like potions, dusts of creatures- harm free, of course!- herbs, household creatures, and little charmed items!" He looked down at his hands and laughed. "I keep my practices to a limit of ten for easy remembering!"

Okay, that was cute. Francis mentally slapped himself for calling a man cute. But damn, was he something. A strange little something.

"Ooh, what are these wishes you speak of?" Gilbert wad thoroughly enjoying this little "shop" of Kirkland's.

"They're small things, usually lucky spells or things like finding something you've been searching for- that can be either an item or a person or other things, too. So," he said, "sound interesting?"

Francis shrugged, his lips pulled up to one side. "Why not? What's the harm in a little wish?" Gilbert was excited by this, bouncing on his feet.

"How much?" Gil asked, pulling out his wallet, which was made of old leather and falling apart at the seams. His little brother had made it in Boy Scouts when he was five as a birthday present, and he hasn't let go of it in about 20 years. He was the sentimental type, even if he denied it.

"Well, little wishes are ten, and large ones are twenty, with little wishes involving things like work or school being cancelled for the day, or passing an exam or interview. Big ones are things like swaying emotions, or finding something expensive on the road and making a good profit off of it. It's not that intense of a magic, so it's good if you're inexperienced in dealing with witchcraft!"

"Want to go first, Francy?" Gil asked, smiling. "I've got thirty bucks I'm not gonna spend on drinks, so if you want a twenty dollar thing...?" Francis knew he was talking about the 'swaying emotions' wish Kirkland said. He was having a bit of trouble with love at the moment, and hadn't been in a serious relationship for a couple years. People ended up more attracted to his body instead of his heart. That didn't mean he wasn't happy that people found him hot, but he just thought it wasn't enough.

"Alright. I'll go," Francis said, looking slightly down at Kirkland. He noticed he wasn't wearing shoes, and had baby duck-yellow socks on, but decided not to question it.

"Alright!" Kirkland clapped his hands together. "Now, why don't you wait here," he nodded to Gilbert, "while I take you," he smiled at Francis, "behind this here curtain. I've got the table set up there." So Francis followed him back, and sat down at the little cardtable covered in a black and white striped tablecloth.

"Sooo..." Kirkland looked at Francis, his head tilted upward. Obviously he had a bit more leg than Francis, as when he sat down he was a good inch and a half shorter. "You seem to want a twenty dollar wish? Or do you...?" Kirkland seemed a little more awkward when they were alone. Likely the one on one conversation with someone as attractive as Francis made him nervous. He extended his hand for Francis to shake in greeting, like this was some sort of business transaction.

"Well, nice to meet you," Francis said, shaking Kirkland's hand. "You mentioned something about making someone fall in love with you?"

"Yes! But, well, it's a but more complicated than that." He began to explain the intricacies of magic as Francis paid close attention. It boiled down to this: while it is possible to make someone fall in love with you, things like love potions are usually just amplifiers of lust, whereas manipulations of emotions take time and require previously existing attraction to grow. Francis was drawn in by this, as he's never thought someone could make up things like this so intricately. As Kirkland continued on, Francis began to believe that part of what he was hearing was true. Maybe being so exposed to someone talking about something in such detail makes you miss the overall fact that it's false.

"So," Kirkland smiled, jostling Francis out of his thoughts. "What do you think? Want to try it?"

"Why not?" Francis was smiling as well, wondering how this little experience would end.

"Alright, please give me your hand." Francis obeyed. Kirkland began to trace the outline of his palm, gently and carefully. He could feel a rush in his stomach from the feather-light touches. Kirkland didn't really have soft hands like a girl, they were a bit rough. I wonder what physical labor he does to get such rough hands, Francis thought. Maybe setting up this tent is more work than it looks.

It was over before Francis knew it. Suddenly the rough, gentle fingers left his palm, and Kirkland looked up.

"This person has touched you before," Kirkland said. "They've held your hand, however briefly. I don't know who they are, but I've intensified your connection. The effects should start appearing for them in about a day."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Kirkland," Francis said, holding his hand out to shake again. "Gilbert has my money, so he'll pay you after he's done, is that okay?"

"Yep! Why don't you send him in as you leave?"

"Will do! And thank you again, I'm counting on this!" He shook his hand and laughed, smiling at Kirkland as he went through the curtain. "Your turn!" He said to Gilbert.

"I didn't hear much, but damn, what happened in there?" He smirked at Francis, and it didn't really take a genius to get what he was implying. Francis flicked him in the back of his head as he walked past.

As they walked out, after paying, of course, Francis keeping his hands in his pockets, as it was getting chilly.

"What'd you wish for?" Francis asked as they sat down for drinks.

"Something fairly simple," he responded, pausing to take a sip of his beer. "I asked him to see if he could, uh, make Lud's deal go through with that new apartment he's buying with Feli. There was a bunch of offers, and this is really close to his job and not too expensive, so he's really hoping it'll go well. I figured asking a magicman wouldn't hurt." He shrugged, looking pretty content with himself.

"Quite noble of you, Gil. I just asked for someone to have a crush on me for once!" He laughed, thinking about how much they differed in their priorities.

"Hey, sure, I don't get this whole romance thing-"

"That's such an understatement," Francis laughed. Gilbert was quite an outspoken aromantic, having called love a government conspiracy many times. He was often only half joking.

"Anyway," he started again. "I hope this world out for you, magic or not. You deserve to be happy, man."

Francis smiled and took a sip of his beer.

¤

The next day, Francis and Gilbert showed up to the festival at about ten am. They'd bought a weekend pass like they did every year. The Sunday morning air was damp, but the sun was shining strongly. Gilbert smelled like coconut sunblock, which did kind of ruin his mideval knight aesthetic. He ignored this fact.

They wandered around for a while, enjoying the jousting competition and the mock sword fights. The day went by quickly, Gilbert reveling in the attention he got when people asked to take pictures with him. His armor was all hand-made, simply because he worked from home and way too much time on his hands.

As they were walking, they ended back up in the row where Kirkland's setup was. Gilbert suggested they stop by.

"How come?" Francis asked, squinting, as the sun reflected strongly off of Gil's armor.

"Lud's deal went through and I wanted to thank him."

"Oh it- wait what?" Francis blinked twice. "It did?"

"Couldn't believe it either, man. Honestly, you know how I got a call earlier? Yeah, it was Ludwig telling me they got it," Gilbert seemed quite proud if himself. "Knew it would be a good idea!"

"Wonder if mine worked, then," Francis said under his breath.

"I'm sure it did, Francy!" Gil smiled. "I wonder who it is, and he did say it'd take effect in a day, and that should be about now, shouldn't it?" Francis checked his watch, and sure enough, it was seven pm. Twenty-four hours after.

"We're stopping in then?" He said, even though both him and Gil were already heading toward the navy blue tent.

"Bonjour!" Francis called out, stopping in front of Kirkland's tent. "Anybody home?" He laughed.

"Oh!" Called out a voice from inside right before a blond head popped out from the behind the tent. "You two!" Kirkland was smiling, and his face was smeared with lines of a coal-like substance. "Sorry! I was just working with a pesky little mallowman! It's a nasty little sprite subspecies that likes to ash up your face!" He laughed, wiping it away with a wet, baby blue sock. "Sorry I look like such a mess," he blushed faintly, with a nervous smile.

"You look fine!" Francis chuckled.

"So, what'd you two come back for?" He sounded confused that someone would visit for a second time.

"I wanted to thank you," Gilbert said, extending his hand to shake. "That thing I asked for? It actually worked. No offence, man, but I didn't think it would!" Kirkland smiled at that and shook Gil's hand.

"Honestly, most don't work that fast! But I'm glad it worked out, since you never really have a 100 percent garentee that those sort of things'll happen," Kirkland paused, and looked at Francis. "As for you, I know yours worked out. On who, I can't say. But I'm sure of it."

Francis noticed the nervousness in his voice and knew he wasn't lying. For anything he lacked in, perceptiveness was not one of them.

"Well," he started. "How's buisiness today?"

"Ah, same as yesterday, just you two and an angry sprite," sighed, humor in his voice. "So pretty good!"

"Well, if you don't think you'll get any more today, what about joining us for drinks?" Francis smiled at Kirkland. The latter look quite surprised.

"Drinks?"

"Why not? Unless you don't want to, of course!"

"Oh, well, why not?" He smiled. "Sure!" He paused for a second. "And it's Arthur."

"That's Gil, and I'm Francis. It's nice to meet you, Arthur."

¤

When he woke up the next morning with a mildly hungover and snoring magicman in his bed, he couldn't help but smile.

[koolkat9]

🥺 🤡 🛒

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Arthur and Ludwig listening to music together, especially if it’s coming from a record player. Them bonding over music is one of my favorite things and I will take every oppruntunity to incorporate music as the basis for their relationship. 

Alternatively, them having a meet cute in a record shop in a human au. 

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Hmm...Personally I don’t think I’m that great at comedic moments, but I guess there are a few. One of the first that comes to mind is this scene from “In the Deep”: 

I gave a little shrug. “If you don’t want to see it as solely an apology gift, think of it as a gift between friends.”

“Friends?”

“Yes. We are friends aren’t we?”

Ludwig’s brows furrowed, his eyes drifting back to the bracelet then back at me. “I-I guess we are,” he concluded, his gaze softening.

“Ah l’amour,” Francis sighed dreamily from the doorway, dinner tray in hand. “Oh by the way Arthur, here’s your dinner. A little extra in case Ludwig is hungry too.”

Ludwig shot me a confused look. “What’s he saying?”

I myself was fuming, but tried to remain calm for Ludwig’s sake. “Just ignore him.” I turned back to Francis accepting my dinner tray with a  civil  ‘thank you’ and a not so civil ‘get out’ once the exchange had been made.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Fluff. Fluff first and formost. There is at least one fluffy scene in a fic. I never write full on angst. It always ends as hurt/comfort. Smut always turns out very loving and fluffy. and then of course there is just plain old fluff. 

Uh other common things. Lud overworking himself and Arthur taking care of him/fretting over him. 

Lud and Art being each other’s rock and encouraging the other to get help for their mental struggles

Awkwardness, timid kisses, a lot of blushing, slow kisses. 

Uh...There is a lot of repetition in my fics ngl though different plots and situations. 

[avenging-fics]

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (12/15)

AU Summary: Y/N meets an old figure from her past that she thought dead with evil intentions.

Notes: so yea this part’s a little messy because it seems like its out of context but trust me okay? it will all makes sense soon. im sorry for this crap but thank you for still reading it :)

Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

MASTERLIST

“Did you or did you not fondue?”

“STARK!”

“Y/N, come on. Whatever you and Spangles did, I’m pretty sure I’m better than him.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and focused on getting in position inside the quinjet. Tony was being difficult when he found out about the date. They’ve been called for a mission and he just wouldn’t stop.

“Tony, drop the topic. Please.” she said, checking up on her weapons while Clint activates the jet ready for flight. Tony stood beside his suit with his arms crossed still looking at Y/N when Steve entered the jet.

“Ahh. Here he is. Mr. I-don’t-have-any-dibs-on-Y/N-but-I-still-went-on-a-date-with-her.” Tony sarcastically implied. Steve glared at him and shook his head. “The betrayal, Rogers.”

“Don’t, Tony.”

Y/N turned around to face them both. “Wait, you called dibs on me?”

Steve looked at her and opened his mouth to apologize but Tony pointed at himself and stepped forward.

“I did. I called dibs on you, Y/N. So that sweet sweet fondue should have been mine.” he said.

Y/N scoffed. “Are you being serious? Tony, this is ridiculous. And quite degrading actually.”

Clint laughed from the pilot seat. “I am curious though, Y/N. Did Steve ask you out and you said yes? Or was it the other way around?”

Then suddenly Natasha stepped in the jet and walked towards the co-pilot seat with Barton, sharing the same cheeky grin. “Either way, it just tells us you have a thing for Cap and that he’s actually capable of getting laid on his own.”

The two master assassins were enjoying this. Tony was jealous and they’ve never seen him this obviously and outwardly showing his emotions. It was actually quite hilarious. Then there’s the added bonus where Steve is this close to stuttering his words and basically become an extremely red ripe tomato from all the awkward blushing he had going. It was dumb but entertaining.

It was a nice way to start a mission. With a hearty banter and teasing. Things like these make the Avengers not a team but a group of extremely close friends. Almost like a family. Too bad the banter was around Y/N and Steve’s date.

“Alright, we did not…fondue.” Steve raised his voice, despite his cheeks and ear practically glowing red.

Y/N shook hear head. “What is up with the fondue? Why can’t you just say sex?”

“Cap doesn’t like that sort of language.”

******

The sound of gunshots echoed through the halls of the hotel building where the Prime Minister of Bosnia-Herzegovina was being held hostage. The poor man was kneeling on the floor with a gun pointed at his head as a guard stood in front of him.

“Premijer , mi ponestaje vremena. The Avengers are here so you better give me what I want now.” the man said.

The minister shuddered as the barrel of the gun was pressed further into his temple. “Molim vas. Molim vas. I cannot let you people take control of my country.”

“It is my country, too! MY HOME! And you’ve taken that away from me! All I want is to come back!”

“You are an evil man, Lud!”

The gunshots were getting closer and closer. HYDRA forces are falling back. The scientist, Lud, sighed audibly as he threw a blow to the Bosnian Prime Minister’s jaw, which sent him reeling back with blood spilling from his mouth. Another explosion from outside made them all turn around.

But not before Lud noticed the minister glance at something on the floor. He followed the direction his eyes went and saw an old pocket watch amongst the mess on the floor. The minister saw this and immediately, his eyes widened in fear.

“Ne! Ne—unghh!” before he can stand up and grab the watch, the minister was kicked down by the guard behind him holding the gun.

‘Don’t worry, Prime Minister. I’ll take care of our great nation.“ Lud told him maliciously as he stepped went to pick up the watch.

Then suddenly, the door to the room was blasted down by a huge explosion, causing the scientist to fall back to the ground and the guard going unconscious as debris fell on him. Then the Prime Minister opened his eyes and saw Captain America and Iron Man  in the door.

"Sir, we need to get you to safety.” Captain America said as he ran up to the Prime Minister and escorted him up. But then Lud got the scattered fragments off of him and stood up preparing to shoot the minister with his gun.

“Rogers, look out!” Stark shouted but the bullet was faster than them as it hit the Prime Minister’s upper back.

That’s when Stark activated his repulsor beams in his armored palms pointing at the man who shot the minister. But before he could shoot him down, he was frozen solid again. Just like the time when Y/N controlled the metal suit.

“Y/N?! Let me move!” Tony shouted at his intercom.

“What? I’m not doing anything!” she responded back, knocking out a few more HYDRA agents towards the room Tony and Steve was in. When she got to the Hall where Steve was carrying the injured Prime Minister, Y/N went straight to Tony who was posed as if he was going to fire. But he was indeed unmoving when she reached him.

“Y/N?”

She looked in front of her and saw the scientist.

The same scientist who had experimented on her.

The person she called a friend for those 2 years of imprisonment.

“Emir?” She couldn’t believe her eyes. After all this time. “You’re alive.”

He had pain in his eyes and Y/N noticed the gray hair in his head and the wrinkles on his face. He’s gotten old so much. But he’s alive. Y/N can’t believe he survived. He shook his head at her and slowly walked closer towards Y/N.

“Y/N, my dear. What have they done to you?” he whispered.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Let me move.” Tony said, hoping to break this conversation.

But Y/N ignored him and focused on the familiar face in front of her. The same grey intelligent eyes from the old man that cared for her. She held up her hand and wrapped it around his. “Emir. How did you survive? The laboratory. It was blown in p—”

“I escaped.” he said. His voice hoarse. “They didn’t see me so I ran. I’m free now. I can do my job, Y/N.”

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head, confused. “What are you saying, Emir? You don’t have to work for them. For HYDRA.”

“Oh but I have to make it perfect.” he said. But before Y/N can say anything else a sharp pain went through her abdomen and she gasped. The scientist had stabbed her. “And you are nowhere near perfect, my sanguine.”

“Y/N?!” Tony shouted, still unmoving inside his suit. He tried moving his own body inside but the suit was like a statue. It was firm and resolute.

Furthermore, a black plane, similar to the quinjet, hovered across the window of the room. That’s when Emir looked down on Y/N’s kneeling and bleeding body in pain and smirked. “I’ll make more of you. Don’t worry.”

As he proceeded to lift Y/N up and bring her with them, Captain America barged in once more and used his fist to punch Emir. The force was so strong from the blow that the scientist flew out of the window, landing in the jet with a loud thud.

Steve looked down on where he landed and saw Emir getting on the jet with a young woman, no less that 16, looking up at Steve. Then she turned away and flew the jet away from the building. They were gone. Steve looked behind him and quickly went over to Y/N’s side.

“Sanguine’s hit! The attacker got away! We need medical evac now!” he informed the rest of the team using his comms unit.

That’s also when Tony’s suit started to move. “Oh Thank God.” he said, then he opened up his helmet and walked over to Y/N’s unconscious body. “Is she okay? Goddammit Y/N why’d you freeze up my suit?”

Upon seeing how Y/N knew the scientist on a deeper level, Tony suspected that there’s more to their new team member. Especially when they know the scientist was working for HYDRA.

But did Y/N really not used her powers on Tony? Can she be trusted further?

******

Dr. Emir Sead Lud. A local from Sarajevo. Top of his class. Presumed dead after the massive explosion that killed all other workers in the facility that he worked on. His dead wife who was also a scientist who worked with him on the HYDRA experiments.

Apparently, that damn bastard survived the blast, Fury thought, throwing the files down on his desk and breathed deeply. The Avengers would want more information about it and he doesn’t know if he can keep them any longer.

Sanguine was injured and Stark reportedly told him that his suit was stopped again by magnetic power. He said Y/N didn’t do it but who else could have done that except her?

“Sir, Agent Y/L/N showed normal signs on her vital tests and exams. She’s stable for now.” Agent Hill said as she went inside his office. Fury nodded and crossed his arms.

“How’s the Prime Minister?”

“He’s recovering in a guarded hospital room with teams surrounding the building, sir. We have their utmost confidence that he’ll be going home safe.”

“That’s good.” he muttered. At least there were some good news, even minor ones, today.

“But, Sir, should we really leave Agent Y/L/N in a non-barricaded room?” Agent Hill asked, still showing no signs of trusting Y/N.

Fury stood up and looked at his commander, “She’s still an Avenger. And I take care of my team.”

Maria nodded, knowing her doubtfulness towards Y/N is noted by the rest of the Avengers, even Fury. No one is just doing anything about it. Everyone is silently and mindlessly wary of her and her history with HYDRA.

“But if ever we come to a conflict, ” Fury told her, “Trust me when I say I have it all under control.”

******

Y/N remember’s the pain of being stabbed by an old friend. The feeling of the burn and entering the darkness. She doesn’t remember being sent back and admitted to a hospital.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and immediately noticed the music playing softly in the room. She recognized it as Chopin’s Nocturne.

“How are you feeling?”

Agent Romanoff stood by the door in front of her holding a tablet. She walked towards Y/N’s bed and sat next to it.

“I thought I only had a stab wound through the abdomen.” Y/N muttered, realizing that she’s still in her uniform, except there’s a large bandage covering the right abdominal area.

Natasha shrugged, “It was a direct hit to your internal organs. Severe blood loss. Plus the blade was poisoned.”

“Wow. He sure plays dirty nowadays.” Y/N replied, groaning as she sat up. “So what’s the report?”

Natasha offered her the bottled water and she willingly accepted it, taking a drink as Natasha told her about their mission.

“The Prime Minister is fine. He’ll be on a flight back to Sarajevo with trusted SHIELD agents. We’ve received his information regarding about the classified HYDRA files on their country stolen by Dr. Emir Lud. Any input on the guy? Since you two know each other?”

Y/N shook her head and looked at the Black Widow that became her closest friend on the team. “I thought I did, Natasha. Emir was the scientist in charged of the experiments on me. But they were nice and caring and did everything they could to take care of me. I didn’t even know it was HYDRA that was experimenting on me.” she said, looking down. “I practically volunteered to be enhanced because for the first time in my life I felt like a part of a family with them. And to think that after all this time, one of them isn’t dead as I thought he would be.”

“He’s different now.”

Y/N nodded. “He’s clouded with grief and hatred. He told me he needed to make it perfect. Whether it’s HYDRA or something else, he’s going to be dangerous. I know it.”

“We believe that Emir Lud will use the HYDRA data on Sarajevo to take control of the nation, making it an enclosed country where HYDRA is at it’s strongest. A whole country and it’s citizens as a giant HYDRA base. A stronghold.”

“I’m not letting him do that to his own country.” Y/N told Nat, ignoring the pain in her stomach wound and feeling determination. She’s going to stop him in whatever means necessary.

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♚, ✘, ✦

Ask about my interpretation of Lud!

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

Oo, okay, this is a tricky one. I want to say that for the most part, yes? I honestly kind of feel like Ludwig is a fairly easy character to write for most people. RIP me, I’m not special. But I can’t say I haven’t seen things that I most definitely disagree with. For example, I can’t see him as being able to be seductive at all or being like… aggressive really to people he cares about? Though I suppose there will always be those fanfictions about every character.

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

Snaps fingers. Well. Besides, my strong belief that he’s a sub? Moving oN– Hm, let’s see. He’s fairly shy/private about a good number of things and frankly, quite young despite people not really noticing because of how he’s able to take charge and the general //waves hands vaguely// serious demeanor? He’s inexperienced in most areas of life, and he definitely grew up too fast, so there’s that though I don’t know if it’s an unpopular opinion. He won’t talk about nsfw things with… pretty much anyone unless he’s in a relationship, and even then it would be hard, and he’s definitely not going to randomly pin Feli to the wall and start a makeout session as much as fandom would like to believe it. xD 

Actually, he’s just not very good at affection in general. This boi tries to compliment, and he means well, but it’s hard to get a smile. Basically he’s awkward, confused about everything practically and trying way too hard lol

✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

Answered!

[masquad-fanfics]

Click - Songfic (Germany/Ludwig)

“Then that's how it'll be! But don't think I'll go easy on you!" Said a raging Andorra, storming out of the room. The reunion with France had gone terribly wrong. She was trying to sign a treaty with them to share the profits of a new found island close to the south of Africa, but the end went in opposite directions and they were now at war. She was furious, she didn't mean to start a conflict, but France had been an absolute jerk who would only grant them a 10% of the money earned.

"10%!! Does he think I'm stupid?" She said, exposing her thoughts out loud once she reached her home. She stomped up the stairs to her room, and locked herself in. She didn't go out for two days straight, planning possible attacks non stop. Not even Spain dared to go in, and the moment she stepped out with a victorious smile he stared in awe at all the maps scattered around her room.

After a more relaxed afternoon Andorra was back to her usual calm self. Spain was glad, since it could be quite scary living with an angry Andorra, and offered her his help in the upcoming war. She knew she'd need more help though, France was a tough combatant, so she resolved in calling Germany, who gladly accepted.

Preparing for a war wasn't easy. She was a small country and most underestimated her. Even if she always looked shy and sweet she had a strong will and didn't accept a no as an answer if she saw it wasn't a fair choice. Thankfully for her, France thought of her as the awkward little country everyone saw her as, giving her the possibility to launch the first attack. Three long months later and all the weapons and soldiers were ready.

They advanced, with Germany always by her side, confronting all the difficulties found on their way and with luck by their side, knocking all the armies France sent and arriving to the last battle in record time. Why the last battle though? Because until now France himself had never been in the encounter, watching how things turned out from the comfort of his palace.

After camping some nights to regain their strength, the day finally came. Both armies waited patiently for it to start, as France and Andorra spurred their horses to advance to the middle of the field.

“I’m impressed by how far you’ve come. But there’s no use in continuing. You may have won some battles, but you haven’t won the war.” Said France arrogantly “If you surrender now we can continue with the business we were making, no remorse.”

“I’m not gonna accept your mediocre policies. And I will win the war.” She triumphantly stated, turning her horse and going back with her troops.

After giving an encouraging message to her army, Germany decided to speak to her privately before the battle began. “You don’t need to fight yourself. France is not gonna do it.” He said as she finished tying the straps of her armour. “I don’t care what France does. That only proves he’s just a coward. And I’m not. I’ll show him that.”

“Then I’ll be by your side. Always.” He placed his strong arm around her shoulder which surprised her, giving the little physical contact Germany ever gave. She smiled shyly “Let’s do it.”

With a roar both sides began to advance. In a minute the two masses of bodies collided, metallic clashes and gunshots  one after the other, the noise increasing and decreasing, accompanied at times with cries of pain. Andorra was at the very front, courage never fading. For now. At one point she turned around, something she should’ve never done. The scene behind her made her shiver to the very core. Bodies were sprawled in difficult angles, blood staining everything and a white smoke from the firearms over the area made the image look even more dreadful. The ones still on their feet attacked without thinking, killing anyone and anything, no matter if they were their enemies or allies. Her eyes nervously scanned the field, shinning with terror and worry. She froze where she was, the clamour of the battle disappearing. That was until she felt a sting of pain in her lower back, which brought her back to reality. She looked down.

     No matter how precious this feeling may be. 

    The sands of time are going to cover it up and make it ambiguous. 

At first she saw nothing, but little by little a small dark dot appeared on her attire. It widened, soon soaking her clothes and, at the same time, making her feel dizzier. Realization hit her hard. She had been shot.

    But don't say that fate is a cheap word. 

   Since you're always laughing by my side, you could be the one. 

She faintly heard her name being called from afar. She stumbled and closed her eyes for a moment, regaining her balance. When she opened her eyes again a tall figure was standing in front of her. She looked up to see who it was, but the dizziness appeared again with that movement. She felt herself falling, but everything looked strange, like in slow motion. She waited for an impact, but it never came.

“Esmeralda… Esmeralda?!” That was it. Her real name. Not many knew it. She suddenly realized who it was.

“L-lud… wi… g… “ She tried to say. She opened her eyes again, but just that simple effort made her faint.

     See, everyone slowly forgets something, no matter how important. 

    So can I entrust you for a bit

   With my memories of you?

Her mind travelled back to some years ago. The day they met. It hadn't even been a week since Spain had recognized her independence. Regardless of this, she continued living in Spain's house, since she couldn't afford living on her own yet. And because it was easier living with more people, since she enjoyed the company. But not everyone did. She wasn't the only one that lived with Spain at that time. Romano, Belgium, Netherlands and many South American countries were also there. Not many really noticed her presence until that day. Having gained her independence made a few countries to envy her. They thought it wasn't fair. Why could she be independent but not them? Still, they never said anything. Until that day.

It was a late October afternoon, and Andorra was going back home after a day of working in her territory. It was already dark, so she didn’t see some other countries that began walking behind her as she got closer to the house.

“Hey Andorra.” They called her, startling her.

“Y-yes?”

“We wanted to congratulate you.” They said. It confused her, they had barely ever talked to her, and they were never specially kind. But she went with it. Maybe they did mean it. “Oh… Thanks.”

“Yeah, it’s really cool you’re independent now. And you gained it without the need of a war!”

“I prefer to be diplomatic. I don’t like using violence.”

Their seemingly genuine smiles disappeared and their eyes somehow looked darker. “Right. Thing is, we do like it. And it’s actually a good method to use when things don’t go quite the way you’d like them to.” Andorra was shaking at this point. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted them, but what else could she do?

“Oh, dear.” They said as they slowly approached to her. “It shouldn’t have been you. You’re weak. You don’t even have an army. You’re still living with Spain, feeding with his money while you enjoy your freedom.” She tried backing away, but she hit the wall behind her in no time. She didn't even dare to look at them, keeping her gaze fixed on her feet. She wanted to stand up to them. Show them they were wrong, that she wasn't weak. But she couldn't. They were true. Hearing their hysterical laughter only terrorized her more, as she sunk down while hugging her knees. If they were going to hit her, at least she wanted to get as less hurt as possible. Right when she thought they were about to start someone else appeared. "Leave her alone!" Shouted the stranger, and his voice was so powerful it scared the other countries away. She heard footsteps approaching her, and the same person from before talked to her, but this time instead of sounding intimidating he was nothing but kind. "Are you okay?" He asked.

She dared to look up to see who was talking to her. She recognized him easily. It was Germany. She had never talked to him, but obviously knew about him. Andorra stared at him for a long moment before remembering he had asked her something and she nodded effusively.

"Here, I'll take you home." He said, reaching out his hand for her to grab. Right when she was about to take his hand the image got blurry and faded.

       Just the silhouette of such an uncertain memory is like a thorn. 

       And makes my heart tighten. 

     Always. 

The blur increased until it was all just a mix of colours. They started to shape again and suddenly Germany was there, holding his hand out, but something was different. All around him was a huge void, the only other thing beside them was a closed door. Andorra had no idea where that lead, or where she was, but she took his hand anyways. She trusted him. He opened the door and a soft breeze caressed her skin. She felt grass under her feet and when she looked up she saw herself, way younger, making a little flower crown. She remembered that day. She wanted to stay there, but Germany kept walking. Suddenly everything changed. Now she was at home, some years older. Her younger self opened a closet and Romano was there, hiding. She remembered that day too, it was when Romano arrived and kept hiding because he didn’t want to stay at Spain’s place. Germany continued, stepping into a  room that changed dramatically all of a sudden into an exotic island. Spain was beside a teenage version of her, showing her all the different plants and creatures she had never seen before. Again, another day she vividly recalled, Spain had brought her to a faraway island in the other side of the ocean.

She suddenly realized it. Germany was taking her through all her best memories. Because she was dying. That’s what is said to happen, you remember all your life before you die, like a movie. It all began going much faster and suddenly she saw herself in the battle field, her arms hanging loose while Germany held her close. She didn’t want to leave him like that. Not without saying goodbye.

     I have the last missing piece

   of this incomplete puzzle.

She coughed and her eyes fluttered opened.

"Esmeralda!" Germany exclaimed, hope soon replacing his sorrow. She smiles weakly and her heart warmed when he said her name. She opened her mouth to speak, but Germany didn’t let her. “No! You don’t need to say anything.” He said in a rush. She placed a hand over his chest and shook her head. “I-i… h-have to.” She whispered. Her voice was shaky and raspy, and pronouncing every word drained her. But she had to continue. She didn’t have the strength to do anything else, so Germany had to prevent her from collapsing in the floor, holding her body as close to him as possible. With the arm that he wasn’t using to hold her he carefully tucked some damped strands of her black hair.

“Ludwig, I w-wanted to… t-thank you. For always been there for… me.” As she talked Germany’s eyes watered, something she had never seen happening. “But… you c-can’t save me… this time.”

“No… There has to be a way.” He refused to believe he was just about to lose her.

“There isn’t. This is goodbye.”

      I want to hear your memories unfold.

“Just remember me… please.” She took a deep breath and prepared to say her last words. “And remember that… I love you.”

And with that, she was forever gone.

    So this is for you.

[rosethreeart]

Kk so like gerromame au where like Luddy's the new mechanic in town. He gets himself a rep as a good honest mechanic and a total sweetheart right? Anyway Lorenzo is having some car troubles (enter technical car shit here) and his loving gf is just like, babe why don't we try the new guy out. So he calls and makes an appointment (the guy on the phone sounds kinda cute) and the day of the appointment comes and he walks in and is just, holy motherfuck, god gifted this in *every* department (pt 1)

(a bit awkward, but that just adds to the charm). So Lorenzo flirts a little with this ta drink of water and luds getting all flustered and is like yeah here's a rough estimate lemme take a look (gotta be professional ya know?). A couple days later Lorenzo and Amelia go to pick up the car, and Amelia's like, holy shit babe, he's cute af. Cue to a very flustered (but flattered) Lud with a cute couple hitting on him. It becomes routine for those two to waltz in with a vehicle problem (pt 2)

Cause he's a good guy to go to and if Luds being honest he loves it when those two pop in or give him a call. So eventually their relationship goes outside the shop and the three hang out all the time and Ami and Lorenzo are just like, well fuckin kinda falling for this cutie. And Luddy's over there like "fuck I'm in love with this really cute couple". Eventually Amelia and Lorenzo decide, ya know what? We should ask this man to be our bf. (Pt 3)

So they put together a beautiful dinner complete with a decadent chocolate cake (homemade of course) and a bottle of really good wine, and invite Ludwig over and he's kinda lost as to why these two just invited him in on their very clearly romantic evening. So they start eating and they're joking around as usual, when Lorenzo decides to stop the meal and basically goes 'so we've know each other for a while now  and me and Ami have feelings for you and we want you to be our bf' (pt 4)

and Luddy's just sitting there like 'you what????" So they've gotta back track and be like "it's totally your choice, we understand if you're uncomfortable, we figured we should let you know how we felt andwekindasortathoughtyoufeltthesameway sorry if we misread the situation" they end the meal with a 'lets discuss somethings first because a poly relationship takes a lot of emotional work' and eventually (after multiple discussions) they decide that yes, this will work for us (pt 5)

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Bro this is so cute 🥺

Also, I am HERE for mechanic Ludwig. Just imagine with me:

Ludwig with the top part of his jump suit tied around his waist as he wears a form-fitting-black-wife-beater with grease stains on him and his hairs sticking up in a few places cause he was just working under a car and 👌👌👌👌