#I’m sorry but I had to Ludwig

[desertsandsnstarrysky]

((Can I just have a moment and say that, this is a headcanon that will be forever stuck in my brain?))

Malka/Israel: my husband looks like a typical German tea guy *chuckles* kinda hot if you ask me ;)

Ludwig/Germany: ja ja, but you know it’s comfy and I don’t always want to wear suits all the time. *face turns red* wait … did you just say I look hot in this!?!

[literal-katastrophe]

Blood and glitter, sweet and bitter

We're so happy we could die

Blood and glitter, saint and sinner

We do fall before we rise

✨🩸 🩸🩸✨

[cyberspacebear]

i have also fallen down the niche pipeline of being obsessed with both hivemind and the yard you are not alone 💌 i also think that riley and graydon would mesh so well with the yard if they ever had them on (tho maybe 6 would be too many ppl so if one of the boys missed an episode . i've thought abt this a lot)

YES thank you. i need the hivemind guest ep so bad it is hurting me. i was in the dustiest ass channel of the yard discord pleading for it

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Catholic Priest! Medic x Fem!reader

A/N:It’s 4 am. So there is probably grammar mistakes and sentences that don’t make sense but it’s tumblr so.

You had been harboring sins you weren’t even sure the priest would even care to hear. Though there was two main priests, you always took a preference to Father Ludwig.

Father Mick wasn’t bad but for some reason Father Ludwig always occupied your attention.

You hated to admit it but you had definitely had some.. unpleasant thoughts of Father Ludwig. Thoughts that an active child of god should never have of someone from the church.

You hated to have them but you couldn’t help it, Father Ludwig was so charismatic, passionate and even though it was his duty.. he listened to everything you had to say.

You decided you had to absolutely confess these sinful thoughts to Father Mick.

You marched down to the church, slid open the curtain and sat in the confession booth.

“Father please forgive me for I have sinned.”

The man didn’t respond, but you knew it was safe to speak

“I’ve been having lustfull thoughts. I don’t know how to stop.. I feel so much for this person but he is a member of the church. I know as a child of god I should never have these thoughts but I can’t help it..”

“Who is it?” The man spoke back

You paused “Father Ludwig.”

“My child, why do you think telling me this is going to fix anything?”

“If I confess than god can help me forget all of these sinful things.”

“You will never be free from sinful thoughts. The important part is that you repent of having them in the first place..and especially that you don’t tell the one you’ve been fantasizing about, your thoughts on them.”

Your heart sank.

“Father Ludwig?”

“Yes my child?”

“I’m so sorry. I had no ide-“

The curtain slid open as the tall man looked down at you.

“Father?”

“Yes my child?”

“Please..” you looked down at the priests growing tent in his pants and then at your feet “don’t look at me like that.. you don’t know how much of an effect it has on me”

“Your sins, they are between you and god. Not me and you, you know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“So, technically speaking you can sin as much as you want and as long as you repent, you will be fine.”

You looked back up at him “what does that mean?”

The priest grabbed your wrist and forced you to stand.

“Y/n, what did these thoughts consist of?” He held your hands in front of your chest

“Father I can’t tell-“

“Tell me. A man of the church is directly giving you that order.”

“Yes Father” you looked down and took a deep breath “I have thoughts of you taking my virginity- in the confession booth..” you looked up to see his cold gaze “I don’t want to have these thoughts but I do.”

“Interesting.”

You looked into the man’s eyes for a second until he turned you around, pressing your chest and face against the confession booths hard surface.

“Y/n, promise me you’ll repent after this.”

Your heart was racing “I- I promise”

Father Ludwig held your arms behind your back with one hand as he used the other to undo his zipper. Taking his growing cock out of his pants and pumping it a few times.

You looked back for a second until he shoved your head back into it’s previous place

He lifted the ankle length skirt you had on up to your waist and peeled back your soaked Lacie panties.

“My. How could a child of god have such filthy thoughts..” he said as he began to slid the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds.

“Please..”

“With time you will get your reward. Patients my child.”

You only whined at his words. Your heart pounding and your face burning. You grinded against his throbbing cock as he slid it up to your hole before he slipped only the head in.

You winced. The pain was already too much

“It will hurt.. but trust me, okay?”

“I trust you Father.”

“Good girl.”

He began to massage your clit while rocking his hips back and forth until you were able to take the whole head of his cock into your tight pussy

Ludwig moaned in pleasure and so did you.

You began grinding onto his cock, begging for him to slip more of himself into you.

“I can only imagine how long you’ve been thinking of this moment. Tell me Y/n, how long has this been a dream for you?”

“Ever since I began coming to this church.. as soon as I saw you look at me during prayer”

He remembered that moment quite well, he was admiring you and you just so happened to link eyes with him. Never in a million years did you or him think it would lead to this moment.

“Please. More..”

Ludwig chuckled as he gripped your hips with both of his large hands and forced his entire cock into your cunt. A little bit of blood seeping out as he did so. Your head shot up from the sudden pain but quickly subsided when he started massaging your clit again.

“What a naughty girl, Y/n”

You moaned shamelessly into your arm as he began pounding into your wet pussy. Your eyes crossed and your mind was in the sky, you could barely make out what he was saying from the searing pleasure you were feeling. You were sure your legs would give out from how rough he was fucking you.

The priest grabbed your throat, holding you to his chest as he whispered into your ear.

“I hope you’re enjoying this Y/n”

You nodded the best you could “I- I am!”

He chuckled “good girl”

The man began toying with your clit once more

“I’m close sweetheart.. are you?”

You nodded as you bit your lip.

“F-fuck! Yes.. please.. gonna cu- uhm”

He began fucking you harder than before. Your cunt began tightening around him as he gripped your hips and throat harder. You were sure you were going to pass out as your orgasm hit you. Your legs gave out and you were grasping at his hand around your constricted airway

The man let out a deep moan as he finished deep inside of your virgin womb

He let go of you and fixed himself up. He liked the state you were in after he had his way with you. He pulled your panties back up as his cum seeped through them. Then pulled your skirt down. He opened the confession booths curtain only to be met by Father Mick. A visible tent in his pants from what he had heard.

“Not very godly to be doing this in the church Father Ludwig.”

[writingsbyzuzu]

Don’t Get the Blues

Sheriff!Ted Nivison x Gunslinger!Outlaw!Reader

(Just a quick note before we begin, this chapter isn’t very you and Ted focused, this is an exposition chapter of sorts to set up what is going to happen in later parts. It focuses on Ted and it focuses on you still, just not the two of you together. Sorry if this one is short, I did rush a little to get this one out for y’all to read. the next one will be better and longer, trust)

one - endless song

“Doll, are you sure about this?” Schlatt raises an eyebrow at you, finger pointed down on the table. “Once we do this, there is no damn return. We sink into the abyss, together, the lot of us.”

You suck in a breath, your lips pursing. “Yes, Jay, I’m sure. We have to do this. We just have to be smart about it.” You instinctively adjust the gun positioned at your waistline. Schlatt shakes his head.

Around the table sits Ludwig, Charlie, Hasan, and Kurtis. This is your home, shared between the six of you. Sure, there are eyebrows raised at the thought of a young lady sharing her home with five eligible young men. But not many. No one really batted many eyes at what six poor orphans did, considering not many cared about what those who lived on the outskirts of Red Oakland did. But at this moment, those six orphans planned on robbing a rich man. Well, five of them, that is.

Hasan lets out a groan. “For the love of God, we have been at discussion for an hour. Schlatt, you know as well as I do that they are starving out there, and we cannot sit by and do nothing. We simply do not get enough money from the shows to cover what the outskirters need. And those people out there, out in town, they have the coins we don’t and they do nothing. We’re going.”

The other men nod their heads. Schlatt thought for a moment, thinking of the sick children, of the starving in the camps a hundred feet from the cabin where they sit. “You’re right. I just do not-”, he sighed for a moment, making eye contact with you. “I don’t want you to do this just to spite Theodore.”

✩⭑✩

“But I cannot, I cannot go on simply watching you from afar like we are children again. I love you. Please. Please.” Ted looks at you, manic, his chest heaving, feeling like the world had suddenly been deprived of oxygen. His hand is outstretched. “T, I am going to ask you this once before I respond. Is it true you’re going to be sheriff?” you whispered, your eyes watering.

“Mr. Nivison? Look at him. Theodore! Are you listening?”

He snaps out of it, pushing the conversation to the back of his mind. It wasn’t important anymore. The governor stood in front of him, chuckling. “Son, you were lost in thought there. I was worried I had chosen the wrong young man for sheriff for a moment.”

Ted shakes his head. “No sir, I’m the right man for this job, I promise. Just had the briefest of distractions. Won’t happen again.” The governor lets out a hearty laugh, clapping Ted on his back. “I hope not, Theodore, you were highly recommended for this. Welcome to your first day, son.” The governor motions to someone to open the door of the jail. They do, and a young man in spectacles with a mustache enters. “Theodore Nivison, meet your new deputy and right hand man, Edward Burback. We moved him here from the rising Los Angeles. A bit larger than Red Oakland, which means this will be a cakewalk for him.”

Eddy sticks a hand out, and Ted shakes it. “I go by Eddy.” “Ted.” The governor gives a satisfied nod, patting them both on the back. “Well gentlemen, welcome to your new post. I’m sure we’ll be very satisfied with the two of you at the helm of the law,” the governor says, getting ready to take his exit. A man runs in, half dressed. The three men turn, looks of bewilderment crossing their faces. Ted stands up, rushing to help steady the stumbling man-Mr. Barker, the owner of the largest general store in Red Oakland. The man, panicked, takes a large, heaving breath, the sweat streaming down his face. “I’ve just been robbed.”

The governor gives one last abrupt nod. “Well gentlemen, I’ll leave you two to it.” He leaves, getting in his carriage.

✩⭑✩

“So describe what happened to me one more time, Mr. Barker,” Ted sighs, pushing his glasses up. “It’s as I told you boy, this young lady, she was on the side of the road injured, covered in mud, and as I got out of my carriage to assist her, these two young men held us at gunpoint, their faces were covered by their bandanas, they took the coins from my carriage, another comes out of the bushes to steal my clothes, threw me into my carriage, and then dragged the poor miss off, kicking and screaming. They took the poor girl, you must find her.” Theodore nods. “And you said it happened 3, 4 miles from town?” Eddy asks, scribbling things down in his notebook. Mr. Barker groans. “As I said before, yes.” Eddy continues to write, before closing his notebook and tucking it into his coat pocket. “Ted, we should go to the outskirts and ask questions, look around.”

Ted turns his head to Eddy, looking down for a moment, before stating “If we must, Deputy Burback.”

✩⭑✩

You rip the wig off your head, before bending down to the water bucket and scrubbing your face as clean of mud as you could, scooping up water to rinse your face. The boys move around you, tucking their bandanas into their pockets and cleaning their hands. The five of you enter the house, where Charlie sits. He looks at the five of you. “How did it go?”

“25 dollars. How much can that get us?” Hasan drops the bag onto the table, looking at Charlie expectantly. Charlie runs the numbers in his head. He was the “doctor” for the outskirters, often having to tend to the sick and weary of the camps, doing it for free. Even looked after animals too. The five of you just had to buy the medicine yourselves, unfortunately. “I could get quite a lot of bandages. Maybe a few vials of morphine, if we don’t need to spend it on anything else.” You shake your head. “There’ll be other carriages,” you mumble, pushing the bag to Charlie. “You just buy what you need and do not worry about it. Focus on the people outside who need us.”

Schlatt groans. “As much as I think Mr. Barker deserved to get robbed, and the other fancy, money grubbing fucks deserve it, maybe we should count our blessings and stick to one and dones. Hasan is building his reputation as a sharpshooter. We could travel. Do shows. Get the money honestly. We don’t need Theodore on our backs, sniffing us out.”

“We don’t do enough shows for that, Jay. We don’t make enough farming. We can’t afford more cattle. The people need us,” you grit your teeth. “But Theodore-“ You dismiss Schlatt with a wave.

“Ted-Theodore, isn’t important. He’s one of them. He turned his back on us. Fuck him. We are outskirters. We were raised by these people, damn it. And we are going to do right by them.”

✩⭑✩

“They aren’t going to talk to us, you know. The outskirters. They don’t trust us. Call us the townies.” Ted turns to Eddy, as their horses trot side by side. “You say that like you know from experience. Thought this was your first day.”

“I grew up there. Leonard Preacher Orphanage. I got adopted, age 15, by a townie banker. A lot of people live on the outskirts, and can't afford to go anywhere else. A lot of orphans ended up staying after…the orphanage burnt down.”

Eddy looks around at the makeshift shelters, the torn tents, the worn down cabins. He felt guilt. “And they don’t like us?” “Think we are the ones keeping them that way. They can’t afford to do anything and spend their lives in poverty, and they think we only uphold the law to those with the money... We’ll start with Charles Dalgleish. He’s the closest thing they have to a doctor from my understanding. Maybe he treated one of our gunslingers this morning or overheard something, he’s almost always home.” Ted slowed the horse in front of your cabin. His heart was thrumming in his chest so loud, he worried Eddy could somehow hear, his pulse so apparent to him in that moment. He was lying if he didn’t purposely choose your cabin first in the hopes you would be home, and in fear that perhaps, you were the young lady dragged away. He wasn’t even aware of standing there, frozen in time, until Eddy reached over him to knock.

Charlie calles out, “You can come right in.”

The men enter, and Charlie is bandaging a little boy’s elbow, wrapping it carefully in cloth before ushering him down from his perch on the table. He looks up, a bit surprised to see Ted and Eddy standing there. “Sheriff Nivison. And I’m sorry, you must be…?”

“Deputy Burback. You can call me Eddy, if you’d like.” Eddy extends his hand. Charlie shakes it, before bending down to address the young boy. “Next time, be more gentle, alright? Now go back to your teacher.” He shoos the boy out the door, shutting it gently.

It becomes apparent to Ted in the ten years since he was adopted that he never had stepped foot in this cabin. It was small, with two cots, two makeshift beds on the floor, and a wood stove. There was another room, where he imagined the last two beds were. He looks around at the log cabin, and imagines how life would have been. Sharing a home with the men he once considered brothers. Sharing a home, of course, with you. Maybe you would have married him then.

His thoughts are once again interrupted by the third time that day, with Charlie clearing his throat. “How can I help you gentlemen?” he asks, packing away his medical supplies in a makeshift cabinet. “Well Charles, Mr. Baker, the one who owns the large General on Main, he was robbed about two miles from here.”

“Robbed? Really?” Charlie tsks, scooping some water to rinse and scrub his hands. “We wanted to see if you know anything. Heard anything. Maybe someone came in injured, Mr. Baker managed to hit the foot of one of the assailants,” Eddy chimes in.

“No, no one other than that little boy has been by. I’ve been home all day.” Charlie smiles at the two of them. “And what about the others?” Ted asks. “How many people live here?” Eddy asks.

“Five men, myself included. I was here, sorting my things. Hasan and Schlatt have been in the back, practicing a sharpshooter act. Hasan is making a name for himself, earning some money at shows. Kurtis and Ludwig are tending to the garden. And the lady, she teaches. She’s been with the outskirt children all day. I believe the littles are learning their letters today.”

Eddy’s eyes furrow in surprise. “A lady, she lives here? With all five of you? Unmarried?” Charlie nods, “She sleeps in the room next to us, shares the bed with Hasan. We cannot afford separate beds. We cannot afford to live alone.” He then turns to look Ted in the eyes. “She'll, of course, marry one of the five of us one day, when she’s ready. It’s always been the six of us.”

Ted felt sick. He nodded at Charlie. “Thank you Charles. Perhaps we shall check with the others.” He and Eddy exit the cabin, and he shakes his head. “We should ask around different homes. Perhaps they will know something,” Ted says, as he walks past the side of the cabin, looking out beyond their gardens, peering out at the rows of shelters, tents, and cabins. And then…there you were. You were sitting in the clearing, surrounded by the children. And for the first time that day, he smiled. Ted saw you, and he smiled.

[mr-archaeoptryx]

I finished their designs :3

Anyways not too sure what I want to call this AU but I've kinda settled on "The Blocks".

More about it undercut if you care idk:

I don’t want to say much about them because I want to write fanfic about this and I don’t want to spoil it so sorry if this sounds barebones or is confusing :(

Some quick before things: This AU is in a world where all of humanity has been forced into a highly structured society. Basically everyone was kidnapped and forced into cryosleep except for people part of this secret organization who’ve begun to create this super structured world

Cities are just numbered and under each city are the “Blocks”, 4 per city, 1 a daycare, the other three for people 18+. Blocks all have 100 members (people who have been awoken from cryosleep) and have a strict ruleset, if a member breaks a rule, they’re killed. The last remaining member is allowed to leave and live in the “new world”. Daycares don’t do that (kill members (kids)) they just teach them to follow the new rules. They also get their education there so once they’ve graduated they’re allowed to leave.

(⚾Scout) Jeremy, Block Master Assistant (Block 3)

He’s the main character or something. His one goal is to be a Block Master because his dad works as the admin for the blocks and would always come home talking about it and he just thought it was the coolest thing.

(🇺🇸Soldier) Block Master Doe (Block 2)

Think the most like patriotic, pro-american (but not for america), drill sergeant- so he’s basically the same person. For every AU I make where Soldier is included he’s always the same person because I just love him so much.

(🔥Pyro) Moe/Puff, Block Daycare Attendant (Block 1)

They’re mute :3 They help Heavy in the daycare and their pyromaniac thing isn’t there, they’re just insane. They see the whole world as Pyroland but not everything has to be on fire for it, they’re just like that. Also Moe is their name but Puff is what they let all the kids call them because they're always wearing a puffy jacket

(💣Demo) Tavish, Block Master Assistant (Block 2)

He’s very laid back, he might genuinely let people get away with offenses as long as Doe didn’t see it, he’s mostly there to keep Doe in check and also because I’m a boots and bombs shipper and they’re gay :3

(🧸Heavy) Mikhail, Block Daycare Teacher (Block 1)

Leader of Block 1/the daycare. Block 1 leaders are really nice because they’re whole job is to just teach/watch over kids so he’s just genuinely wholesome :) He tries to get the other Block Masters (Ludwig & Doe) to be better but he’s given up on Doe and Ludwig might be too far gone

(🔧Engie) Dell, Block Maintenance Overseer

There are teams of people who maintain the blocks (he’s one of them), He works with the Admin and Block Masters to keep Blocks up to date. Currently he’s a bit busy because Block 4 had some accident that no one is allowed to know about and it’s not working but everything is totally fine guys 👍

(🫀Medic) Block Master Ludwig (Block 3)

The Knife from Camp Belica in Wolfenstein: The New Order, him fr fr.

(🐊Sniper) Mundy, City 16 - Block 3 Member (32)

Member of Block 3, member number 32. He really couldn’t care less.

(🚬Spy) Jacques, City 16 Blocks Admin

I could’ve just used TF2’s administrator but I have another idea for her and then I also wouldn’t’ve known what to do with Mr. Spy. He’s like the mayor of City 16 but he mostly looks over the Blocks, not the whole thing.

If anyone wants to send asks about this I'd be happy to answer. Also I guess asks for characters are fine, I think if I get any for those I might draw the character to go with it to kinda show their designs a little more. Idk I am just really excited about this AU and want to share it <3

[magicvicky1]

1rst pic: “I am sorry that this is not a position to your liking. But I hope you can understand that I do this for the greater good. So why don't you cooperate with us?”

2nd pic: “I see a lot of progress with the Solego Vortex. Excellent job, director Von Drake.”

“Oh, it’s nothing! Is a pleasure to be able to help!”

“Oh no…I think that the Stockholm Syndrome is already affecting me!”

Just some drawings of how I imagine Ludwig was doing while he was kept hidden by FOWL off-screen…Honestly I still find his line of “being too busy with work to remember to die” hilarious and very in character for him, so I wanted to keep the humor of the situation for the second drawing. Also, I know that is never mentioned if Ludwig helped in the making of the Solego Vortex buuut considering that he was forced to help FOWL with their plans and that he’s a scientist, I think it’s plausible to assume he had some involvement on it xd (though in case I’m wrong, just take it as a headcanon)

[koolkat9]

Sick and Tired

Rating: T

Relationship: Germania + German Bros

Word Count: 775

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This was supposed to be fore German Bros week, but it turned more into a Gil and Germania fic than a Gil and Lud fic. So it will be it's own separate thing. But still...I wanted to release it on the same day. Based on a teen dad prussia au I have.

It had been a long day and a long night. Poor Ludwig had come down with his first cold, and given it was the weekend, it was Gilbert’s turn to take care of him. Gilbert had finally gotten him to sleep and was sitting down to start on his studying when a raspy cry rattled down the hall.

“Shit,” Gilbert muttered under his breath.

He tried to focus on his textbook and the notebook in front of him. He read the sentence over and over, the meaning of the words getting drowned out by the cries.

“In 1741, Frederick the Great…” he read aloud, hoping that would get him to focus. “Fredrick the Great achieved…Agh.”

He pressed his hands against his ears, screwing his eyes shut.

When the crying continued, Gilbert finally shot up and strode down the hallway. He threw open the door, it slammed against the nearby wall. For a moment, Ludwig stopped crying. Until he started right up again after getting over his shock. Gilbert groaned.

He picked up the baby and began rocking him. Bouncing him back and forth, frustrated.

“Shhhhh,” Gilbert hushed, “You’re fine. It’s fine. You’ll feel better if you sleep, you know?”

Rock and plead, rock and plead. It went on for an hour. But with his tired brain and Ludwig’s constant screaming, time was lost on Gilbert.

“Just please be quiet,” Gilbert begged, vision blurring with tears. “Please… please… please.”

Gilbert swayed slightly. He couldn’t tell if he was dizzy from being overwhelmed or tired or maybe he hadn’t drunk enough water today. He pulled himself over to the rocking chair and began rocking Ludwig once more.

But no matter what, Ludwig wouldn’t stop crying, face beet red.

Gilbert sniffed, pulling Ludwig closer and just breaking down into sobs.

“What’s going on–” A voice started to ask, only to cut himself off. A shadow shuffled amongst the darkened room.

“Papa…” Gilbert blubbered, finding his father kneeling in front of him.

“Someone still not feeling too good?” Adalbert asked, rubbing Ludwig’s head.

Gilbert shook his head no, swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Hush now.”

Adalbert’s hand came to rest on Ludwig’s forehead. “Fever.”

He nodded to himself, rising to his feet, and headed to Ludwig’s closet. He pulled out a thinner set of PJs.

“Give him to me,” Adalbert instructed.

Gilbert handed Ludwig over tiredly. He collapsed back into the rocking chair. He couldn’t watch as his father dressed Ludwig in the lighter closed. He buried his head in his hands, tears soaking his palms. Why couldn’t he stop?

He hadn’t even noticed that Adalbert had taken Ludwig out of the room. When Gilbert finally looked up, he scoured the room frantically.

Luckily Adalbert returned a few minutes into Gilbert’s search.

“Don’t worry, I just was giving him a little lukewarm bath,” Adalbert explained, “Did wonders for you when you were a baby.”

And it seemed Ludwig took after Gilbert in that way. He was already dozing off in Adalbert’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” Gilbert mumbled wetly.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You did your best. Especially considering you’re under stress about that test. Speaking of…” He placed Ludwig back in the crib. “You should have come to me. I could have taken care of him today.”

“But he’s my responsibility, I–”

“Gilbert.” Adalbert’s voice was stern and his eyes cool. Gilbert winced. “When we decided to go through with this, you promised your studies would come first and I’d support you and Ludwig to make that happen.”

“But we also said the weekend would be my time to take care of him.”

Adalbert sighed. “Yes. But the importance of your studies trumps that. So right now, I want you to go to bed and sleep. I’ll take care of Ludwig tomorrow until you finish studying.”

Gilbert wanted to argue, feeling like a failure and that his father was angry at him. But he knew it was fruitless. He joined Adalbert beside the crib, wanting to at least check Ludwig one more time.

He looked so peaceful now. Still a little sick, but at least he wasn’t sobbing. Tears burned behind Gilbert’s eyes.

“I think he likes you better,” Gilbert choked.

Adalbert put a hand on his shoulder. “I think he likes you just as much.”

Ludwig cooed at them, little hands reaching out, not to Adalbert but to Gilbert. Gilbert quirked a brow. Cautiously, Gilbert reached out, letting Ludwig grasp his finger. After a few minutes, Ludwig closed his eyes and was fast asleep.

When Gilbert turned back to his father, Adalbert had a small smile on his face. “What did I tell you?”

Gilbert returned the smile. 

[doueverwonder]

no one cares about my wttt/hetalia crossover fic but I am incapable of not spoiling my own shit so what i have so far is under the cut if anyone wants

Alfred yawned, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He looked around, still adjusting to the new light. Between the cheap faux-leather chair, the large round table, and the fluorescent lights swinging slightly above; great, he had fallen asleep in a meeting again. He couldn’t recall for the life of him what meeting, but he half expected Ludwig or Arthur to appear, scolding him for falling asleep again. 

The light turned off for a moment, but quickly flicked back on; “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize someone was still in here” 

Alfred looked to the doorway, a man stood there. He wore a navy blue suit, and light blue tie, his hair and beard were dark and a bit long but neatly trimmed, Alfred took the US flag lapel pin to mean he was government… he swore he had never seen him before though, and Alfred knew everyone. 

“Gov, I need to talk to you about–oh hello.” Another man came up behind the first, his shirt and tie were both loud, and looked like something a man fifty years older than he looked would wear, more importantly though was the white coat. What was a doctor doing here? 

“Hi” Alfred said, offering an awkward smile, “I fell asleep, think the meeting that was in this room ended without me. Who was in here last?” 

The two men looked between each other, a new air of nervousness permeating the room. “We were, but you weren’t here…” the dark haired man opened a file flipping through it, clearly looking for some hint of who Alfred was. 

“You might have just missed him, there were more states than usual in the meeting today” the doctor (?) commented. 

The other nodded carefully, weighing the possibility; “I’m sorry, who are you?” he looked over Alfred, his focus shifting to the flight jacket, “Are you Air Force? Did we arrange for you to come today?” 

“Air force…?” Alfred got up waving his hands, in a negative way, as he crossed the room “No, let me restart.” He held his hand out for a handshake, the dark haired man taking it hesitantly, “I’m Alfred F. Jones, The United States of America” 

The two men glanced between each other, then broke out laughing, “Very funny,” the dark haired one commented, accepting hand sanitizer from the other without even thinking about it. “Civilians really aren’t supposed to be in here, but since one of the states set you up to this don’t worry about it. Exit is at the end of the hall.” 

He didn’t budge from where he was standing, “A. I’m not a civilian, B. No one put me up to anything, C. Haven’t told me who you two are.” 

“I’m the Federal Government, this is Center for Disease Control” 

The other pointed to the other them himself, “Gov and CDC for short” 

“Yeah no, you two are the ones pulling my leg, I’m both of those things.” he stopped looking into the distance for a moment, “Actually, I know I’m one of those things, never really asked about federal agencies…”

[spotsspeciall]

Just a small crush pt.2

PART 1            PART 3         PART 4

Pairing: Jschlatt x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: no warnings

Summery: You attend the Streamer awards, and someone is staring at you the entire time.

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The clock was starting to reach 12pm and QT had gotten breakfast ready for everyone. Everyone had sat down in the kitchen ready to eat, but you were still missing. They all considered letting you sleep, but QT interrupted them by saying she was going to check on you. 

She slowly opened the door to see if you were sleeping, and was shocked to see two sleeping figures in the bed. Her curiosity got the better of her and she took a few more steps into the room to see who it was. And by god was she shocked when she saw Schlatt spooning you with his long arms wrapped tightly around you. She couldn’t help herself when she brought up her phone and snapped a picture of you two sleeping. She slowly took a few steps back so as not to wake you, and then she ran down the stairs ready to tell the guys.

She barged into the kitchen making the boys freak out a little.

“YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS” she screamed in a whisper.

They didn’t have time to respond until they were looking at a picture of you two sleeping. They didn’t say a word until Ludwig screamed

“I KNEW IT!!” “I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!”

QT was confused and asked what he meant.

“She told me last night that she had a crush on him. And I mean, you all saw them together last night” He had so much confidence, almost like he knew that Schlatt stayed the night. But he honestly was a little surprised.

They kept speculating on what happened with you two last night while eating breakfast. While you two were starting to wake up.

You stirred awake and slowly opened your eyes to the sunlight shining in your room. You still had your makeup on from last night and your hair was a mess, you really didn’t want Schlatt to see you like this, but it was already too late as you heard him say “Good morning” in the sexiest morning voice you had ever heard in your life. 

“morning” You mumbled back, deciding to just face him, and if he thought you looked ugly in the morning, then so be it. At Least yesterday was good. 

You flipped over towards him and watched as he smiled at you. No sign on his face that he was shocked by how you looked. “Sorry about how I look,” you chuckled. “I didn’t remove my makeup last night so now I look like this.” You said as you smiled up at him. 

“What do you mean?” He looked almost taken aback. “You look gorgeous” He smiled at you.

You giggled and blushed as you were relieved he didn’t find you horrifying to look at in the morning.

Schlatt checked his phone and saw how much the clock was. Realizing it wasn’t too many hours until he had to do Chuckle Sandwich. “I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I have Chuckle Sandwich in a few hours” 

“Oh yeah!” “Of course” you said as you slid out of bed. You felt confident because of what Schlatt had said earlier, so you went to grab some clothes that were still in your bag and you walked towards the connecting bathroom in only your underwear. You could feel Schlatts eyes on you the entire time as you smirked to yourself. 

You quickly removed some makeup and tidied up a bit, before getting dressed and leaving the bathroom. Schlatt was sitting on the side of the bed looking down on his phone. He looked up at you as you stepped out an asked

“You ready to go downstairs?”

“Yeah, but do you want me to try and sneak you out? I mean, if they see you they will probably think we slept together” 

“We did literally sleep together though” you both laughed. “But i would not be embarrassed if people think we slept together” “So let’s go”

You felt yourself blush a little as you nodded to him and walked towards the door.

Downstairs, they were all still talking while munching on some breakfast. They quickly grew quiet when they heard the door close and two people walk downstairs. They all watched you two come downstairs from the open door leading out to the hallway. 

You stopped to look at Schlatt, unsure if he would go into the kitchen and say hi to everyone, or if he would just leave right now. But Schlatt just kept going, and went straight into the kitchen. 

“Hey guys!” he said as everyone just stared at him, and slowly said hello.

Ludwig smirked like an idiot, and said “Heyyyy Schlatt”

You walked into the kitchen and stood next to Schlatt as QT spoke

“You want any breakfast Schlatt?” With a sly smile on her face.

“No thanks, I have Chuckle Sandwich in a few hours so I have to get going. But I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” “See you” He waved as he went to leave. Looking at you before he left and smiled at you as you softly said “See you” back to him. 

You were still standing there staring at the door he just left through. Your thoughts interrupted when everyone started shouting and hollering, making comments on how the sex was. So you had to shut them all up by screaming that you didn’t have sex, you just fell asleep together. Which made them all boo you.

“Come on!” “You really just cuddled and fell asleep?” Slime said with a disgusting look on his face. Laughing, you answered “YES!”

The boys made even more sounds of disgust, but QT piped in and said, “I think that's really sweet” “I can even show you how sweet you guys were” She added as she pulled her phone out and showed you a picture of Schlatt with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

It made you blush so much as you said, “QT! You took a picture!?” 

She just giggled as you kept staring at the picture, secretly loving that she captured that moment between you two.

You all ate breakfast as they kept asking you questions that you refused to answer with a big smile on your face.

 The rest of the day you all just relaxed and chilled, ready for the Streamer Awards tomorrow. 

Doing your makeup for the Steamer Awards was taking a long time, you wanted everything to be perfect. The final touch before you were ready, was to squeeze into the most beautiful, but expensive dress you had ever owned. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror you were taken aback, you haven't felt this gorgeous in a long time. Your hair was sitting perfectly, makeup was looking flawless, and the dress was sitting perfectly. You felt your confidence grow, and felt so ready for the Streamer Awards. 

Going downstairs you were met with everyone getting ready. It felt like a movie when you walked down the stairs and you felt everyone's eyes on you. Your confidence got even bigger.

“Omg Y/N!” “You look amazing!” QT shouted at you. She was standing in her dress, applying her lipstick in the mirror. 

Walking over to her, you both ended up shouting compliments at each other until Slime said it was time to leave.

Arriving at the venue QT had to leave right away to get ready to host, and Ludwig had to get ready to interview. You and the other guys stayed behind to mingle a little before the Red carpet interviews started. A few more people showed up and joined the little circle you had formed. You had kept looking for Schlatt, but you couldn’t see him anywhere, and it made you a little scared he wasn’t coming. But your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone announce that people could start entering the venue and get interviewed on the way. 

A few people were signaled to start entering, and you were patiently waiting for your turn while still chatting to the people around you. You saw Ted enter, ready to get interviewed by Sweet Anita, but you still couldn’t see Schlatt anywhere. But now it was your turn to enter. And of course the interviewers you were getting were Hasan and Ludwig. Stepping up to them, they introduced you and asked you how you were feeling being nominated for the Rising star award. You were so nervous that your body just went into auto pilot and you answered their question.

After talking for a bit, you started to relax a little, until you saw Ludwig looking off towards the next people who were entering. He had wide eyes, making both you and Hasan look to where he was staring off to. But your mind didn't even get to register what it was, before a person was standing beside you. Ludwig and Hasan both said his name in surprise as you looked up at him. Schlatt stared back at you with a smile before looking over to Lud and Hasan, talking to them. You realized you were being filmed and that everyone would notice you were staring at him. So you quickly looked away and joined the conversation they were having. The rest of the interview went smoothly and you and Schlatt both answered questions and had a lot of fun doing so. But it was time for the interview to end, so you both headed towards the doors together. 

After you both stepped inside you felt Schlatt lean closer to you as he softly said

“You look beautiful”

You turned your head to look up at him. Blushing while you said

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself” with a smirk on your face. 

He had actually put on a suit, and you’re surprised it wasn’t the normal dark blue suit with the red tie. He had gone for a more classic look with just a nice black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His hair looked soft and curly, not too long, but it didn’t look like he had trimmed it recently either. But his mutton chops were neatly trimmed. And it all made him look so good it made you feel all hot inside. 

“Well thank you” He said, kind of sarcastically while bowing his head.

So you had to be honest and tell him. “But you do look really good actually”

You could swear you saw him blush a little. 

You kept going to find your tables, and quickly you realized you were not going to sit together. Schlatt found Ted and was supposed to sit with him, as you were shown to a table luckily not too far away. Sitting down you found Schlatts eyes, he was sitting towards you, and you had a nice view of each other. You gave Schlatt a sad frown, showing him you were not happy about the seating arrangement. He chuckled back as he nodded to you. 

You started to chat with the people at your table as Schlatt did the same at his table. But you kept looking over at each other, narrowly missing each other's eyes. 

The stage lights glowed and it was time for the awards to start. Turning towards the stage you watched Valkyrea and QTCinderella walk out and stand by the podium. They kept cracking you up everytime they took a dig at someone in the audience. You really enjoyed it, but Schlatt didn’t even hear any of the jokes they were telling, as he was busy staring at you the whole time. He couldn’t stop, it just made him smile everytime you would laugh at something they said (plus, you looked smoking hot in that dress, and he had to fight to not stare at your body the whole time).

Ted noticed him staring at you, and he had been staring at Schlatt the whole time, seeing if he would ever look at something else, or notice that he was staring at him. But nothing happened. So he bumped his arm against Schlatt, pulling him out of his trance. As Schlatt turned to look at Ted, he realized he had been caught. He felt his face grow super hot as Ted asked

“I think half of the room has noticed you staring, except her.” Ted couldn’t stop smirking, he had never seen Schlatt act this way around a woman before.

Schlatt just cussed under his breath, not knowing what to say, as he turned to look at what was happening on the stage. But he still found himself glancing over at you those moments when you weren’t looking at him. And Ted was still sitting there smiling to himself as he caught the whole exchange. 

The categories flew by, and it was time for the rising star award. Your heart beat was rising fast, and your hands started to get sweaty. You were up against streamers like; PrinceZamLive, Keeoh, Alluux and Frogan. You had seen some of them before, but you really didn’t know who would win. 

Ranboo was taking way too long to say who won, and your nerves were through the roof at this point. Finally, Frogan was called as the winner. You felt a sense of relief as your body finally relaxed. Sure it would be fun to win, but you’re also kind of glad it wasn’t you. You gave Frogan a big applause as she walked up the stage.

The rest of the event went by quickly. And all of a sudden, you were standing up, ready to leave. Collecting your things, you felt a presence by your side as you heard a deep whisper so close to your ear that your whole body got goosebumps.

“You should've won”

Turning your head, you and Schlatt were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. You tried keeping your composure as you smiled at him and told him that you thought Frogan deserved to win more than you did.

Schlatt smiled and took a step back. He didn’t say anything else as he motioned for you to walk out in front of him, just like the gentleman he is. Schlatt caught a glance of your ass in that dress, and almost stumbled as he went to walk behind you. 

Meeting back outside, you were standing with Schlatt, Ted and Shea. Slime showed up to tell you that they were leaving to go home, and that you could catch a ride with them. You turned to look at Schlatt to see if he had any objections. But Ted piped in

“Yeah we should head home too, I'm exhausted already.” “You can catch a ride with us Schlatt” 

Schlatt nodded to Ted, and turned to you. “Good night, hopefully i get to see you soon” 

He had a cute little glint in his eyes as he said that, and you felt a blush creep its way up your face. “Yeah, i’ll see you soon” You confirmed what he said, and smiled at Schlatt as you went to follow Slime to the car. 

Ted nudged Schlatt with his arm as he watched you leave. “I think you have a crush”

[fancyfeathers]

(Again for some reason this only showed up in my email, thank god for email I guess @zainiscompletelydone333 )

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

Okay this is so cute 🥰

But I’m going to lead with the second idea here for a reason

I definitely think William would educate his darling when he had enough free time to do so, but since he is a mathematics professor that would be much of the curriculum. Then Louis probably would help her improve her reading and writing skills because she probably does know how to read a little bit because of programs at the ballet and names in the dressing room to sort out their belongings. I’m just imagining the two of them when Liam is busy and Louis is free, then just sitting in the library or drawing room next to each other reading more advanced literature before Louis goes and breaks down what’s happening after each page and what certain words mean. This would probably go until Louis went to go make dinner and she would go up to her little studio William had made for her…

Now Albert’s darling may be a bit lonely, she was the first one there and honestly to spend the day with only Louis, and maybe sometimes on rare occasions Sebastian, James, and Fred when they aren’t busy, it gets lonely after a long time. The empty feeling of the halls of the house, the locked doors like the offices of her own husband and her brother in law which she only ever sees the men of the house enter. She doesn’t know the things Albert has done and he would like to keep it that way.

She could go out by herself after all she is a married woman so she wouldn’t need a chaperone-

No no, Albert wouldn’t like that, he would worry about her.

So often times she takes to exploring the house, finding ways to get into rooms that maybe perhaps she shouldn’t be in, besides William’s and Albert’s offices of course, but more like the attic, the cellar, the storage rooms, and even might sneak out to the garden or maybe the stables to see the horses out there. She would soon find every little thing she could about the house itself that she could.

But soon the boredom just had no end.

Then when looking over the rooms for the hundredth time, she peaks into one of them, it had been closed off for a while but when she turns the door handle it’s unlocked, and it’s appears to be a dance studio, like the one she learned how to ballroom dance in when she young. There is a piano in the corner, a small box that holds papers of sheet music next to it and honestly she can’t help herself. She sits down at the piano and takes out one of songs, it’s Ludwig van Beethoven's Sonata No. 23, known as the Appassionata, also one of the songs she used to play with her own sister before she got married and came to live with Albert and then their parents died-

Best not to think about that right now

She dusts off the unused keys and begins to play and the music echoes throughout the house, reaching the ears of Louis who just smiles and William’s darling who is all alone…

The door creaks open and Albert’s darling jumps up, nearly knocking the piano bench over and startling them both.

“I-I am sorry… this is your space isn’t it? I should go-“

“No, it’s fine… could you keep playing?”

After a moment she nods and sits back down at the bench and pays the spot next to her for the other to sit down. The song is carried throughout the house once again and both of them are just absorbed in the music, forgetting about everything else for a moment.

Then everything falls silent as she finishes playing and the song ends and her hands slip from the piano to her lap.

“You know Albert and I actually met at the ballet, you used to work there right?”

“Oh… yes I did but- nevermind. Actually would it be okay if I asked you something?”

“Of course, I guess we are technically sisters in law and-“

“Do you know how your parents died?”

She stops for a second, she doesn’t actually know how, Albert just told her after she had woken up one morning that they had passed away in the night…

It was odd really, both of them dying on the same night, she had never thought about it before. She did not exactly have loving parents by any stretch of imagination but they were still her parents and she was sad when they passed but more worried about her younger sister who is now off living with a family friend, a widowed noble woman and a friend of the queen.

“I… I don’t actually know… but why does that matter-“

“Your husband is not the man you think he is, neither is mine or Louis for that matter, you need to be careful-“

Her whispered tone is cut off my a knock at the door, both of them look up to see the faces of their husbands, just returning from work. Albert is the first to walk over, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead as she tries to hide the almost terrified look on her face. William watches as his own darling stands up, to leave the other couple alone to go off with her own husband. William wraps a hand around her waist as they walk off to the library to do the last of her lessons for the day before dinner.

“Louis told us that she was playing the piano right before we got home, seems like you two are getting along.”

“I think so… or I hope so at least…”

After all it’s better to have a friend than only your psychopathic husband for company.

[bitchapalooza]

It’s kind of rare to find(at least from what I’ve looked?) but I love those aus where both canon and Nyos coexist and they’re like brother and sister or something representing the populous together and yeah I wanna make my own bc they’re so fun akjdks

Arthur and Alice would NOT get along at all, they’d be terrible to each other for reasons unrelated to like history and shit(the patriarchy and misogyny, ect.). I just don’t think they’d mesh well. They’d think one is more stuck up than the other when they both are equally as stuck up and horrible to be around sometimes.

Alfred and Amelia would probably have to live in the middle of bum fuck nowhere because if they roomed together in the city or even just a small town they’d have police constantly at their door because of noise complaints— from video games, music, the tv, or karaoke, whatever they’re doing is playing simultaneously and it’s VERY LOUD.

I’m gonna flat out be honest with y’all— I think Sakura would kill Kiku if she had to live with him💀 IM SORRY BUT I JUST GET THE IMPRESSION THEY WOULDN’T BE THE BEST ROOMMATES????? Idk I just think they’d bicker about things like where to put This and That and would have strong opinions about it. They both give the impression of being better off alone in their own element than living with someone else— even that other person is technically themselves??

Monika and Ludwig and Gilbert and Julchen(Julia?)… a chaotic yet actually very healthy living environment??? There’s communication and everyone follows the chore chart to a perfect T. It’s pretty tame despite being fairly crowded at times. I can’t see them really living separately unlike others who should and currently do.

[atom-writings]

If you don’t mind me asking, what would it be like if the Axis (including Prussia and Romano) were the reader’s next door neighbor. And how would they try to romance the reader?

(Hetalia Axis x Reader) Next Door Neighbor!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N thank u for giving me a reason to write romano i love him so soososos much. Also whoopsies i did not write japan if u guys want me to do japan i will do it separately and then it will be longer thank u for ur undertsanding <3

Trigger Warning: Men being incredibly insistent, other than that none!

Feliciano has never been subtle. Especially with those he wants to romance. As soon as you move in, and he lays eyes on you, he’s completely enraptured. It wouldn’t even occur to him to take it slow. You’re cute, so he has to have you.

Anytime he sees you coming out of your apartment, he immediately strikes up a conversation. Of course, this would become very irritating for you, if it weren’t for how charming he was. Originally he tries to line up when he works with when you do, but he’s always late for everything anyway. That plan doesn’t last long.

“Y/N!” Feliciano calls from down the hall, sprinting towards you, “W-Wait up!”

Obliging him with a huff, you turn around to greet him. As he catches up, he immediately keels over, out of breath and panting desperately.

“Feliciano, good to see you. “

“Y-yeah…” he sputters out, still trying to catch his breath, “Good to see you too…”

He takes a moment to regain his composure. While you wait, you set down the luggage you had down on the floor outside your apartment door.

“Listen, listen, I wanted to ask you something before you disappeared. Which, wait, where were you? Did you leave or was I just missing you?”

“Ah, yeah, it wasn’t anything big. Just visiting some family out of town.” He perks up at the mention of your relatives.

“Oh, great! B-but, uh, I wanted to ask… Will you go on a date with me?” As he asks that, you look at him in shock, clearly taken aback.

“Seriously?” You ask, incredulously.

“Yeah! I’m cute, you’re cute, why not?”

You jump a little bit in excitement, “Of course, Feli!”

Oh, Ludwig would absolutely despise this scenario. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable… and now he has to see you around every day? Why can’t anything be easy…

He’s definitely very aware of the complications that could come with dating someone you have to see all of the time. He’s never been the most smooth… and now, if he messes up, he has to hear you through the wall all the time. What if you started dating someone else then too? He’d have to move… oh dear, oh no… clearly the best route is to just not talk to you at all! If he can take it…

“Ludwig?”

Immediately spinning around from opening his door, pressing his back against the wall when he makes eye contact with you, he responds, “Y-yes?”

You step back in surprise at his extreme reaction, “Woah, something wrong?”

“Nein, nein, nothing is wrong. What is it?” As he says that, he tries to pose casually.

You calm yourself down, pulling out a letter from your pocket and unfolding it. His eyes immediately widen at seeing it, and your suspicions are immediately confirmed.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this love letter I got, would you?”

He stutters, “N-No! I mean… a little, but no! Yes! Maybe!”

“Ok, yeah, because I looked it up… and the only place that makes these kinds of seals is in some obscure German village. And I thought, who would know about an obscure German village? Probably my neighbour, right?” You smile at his reaction, noting his blush.

“Ja, ja, I do… I… um…”

You cut him off, “Did you send it?”

He freezes, his face flushing more, “Y-Yes…” he gulps nervously, “I-I’m sorry! I did not want to make you uncomfortable!”

“No… no, it’s really cute.” 

He looks at you in surprise, “Really?” He continues as you nod, “Well then um… would you like to go out with me next Friday?”

Romano falling for someone super quickly? Someone who, if he dated them, could create lots of awkward situations? Shocker. Fortunately, reality has never stopped him before.

You’re gonna immediately realize what’s going on. Considering that he trips over himself every day to say good morning and try to strike up a conversation, he is just as subtle as his brother. Except he can’t help but add at least one compliment every day. If he wasn’t so handsome, it would definitely be a bit creepy.

“Bella.” Romano greets you simply. He stood before you awkwardly, sweating but trying to hide it smoothly. Although he was the one who knocked on your door, it seemed as if he was waiting for you to speak first.

You pause, “Yes?”

“As you may have noticed, I have been trying to get your attention since you moved in.” He continues, trying to keep his composure.

“Yeah… I noticed.”  Multiple occasions in which he had almost cornered you to talk to you, for only a moment, come to mind immediately.

“Well… that is because I like you quite a lot.” You struggle to respond before he quickly takes out a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. He thrusts them against your chest awkwardly, returning to crossing his arms and huffing.

“Oh… um… thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. All of this… and that…” He cringes as he remembers his overly drastic behaviour, “was just because I think you’re really… attractive… and interesting. So go out with me, alright?”

You look back up at him, amused, “Not much of an offer there, is it?”

He freezes, wringing his hands and looking away, “S-Scusami… will you go out with me? There’s a new French place that opened down the road, I thought… maybe we could go there together sometime…” his voice trails off.

“I’d love to, you weirdo.”

Gilbert is very aware of how awkward this is going to be. Unfortunately for you, he does not care. He can’t stop himself from slipping little gifts under your door all the time, with a note proclaiming his entire full name, title, job history, and every reason you should date him. 

But… every time you try to actually talk to him, he panics, yells, and runs away. A couple of times he’s told you he doesn’t speak English… after he just spoke English. It’s cute how he gets so flustered, but also incredibly frustrating if you actually like him.

“Hey.”

Just one simple word makes Gilbert desperately press himself against the wall to get away from you, but he quickly recovers, pulling a comically awkward pose.

“Funny seeing you here!”

“Outside… your apartment? …That I live right next to?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.” His tone rises nervously.

“Listen, I’ve been getting all your little gifts and-”

“WOW! Would you look at the time! I have to be going, tschüss!” He yells, his strong accent coming through. He tries scooting past you to escape, but you grab his shoulder quickly, stopping him.

“Gilbert. Listen, you always run away-”

“Me?! Running away?! I can tell you, I have never done so! Ask any Danish soldier from before 1700!” He says, laughing nervously.

“Gilbert.” Your tone becomes sterner, and he deflates, his tone and face dropping, “Are you really in love with like you say you are?”

His face flushes and he brings his hand up to cover his cheeks, “Ja… Yes… I am.”

“Then, let’s go out already! I’ve been waiting for you to ask me on a date for months!”

“What, the notes were not enough?” He jokes.

“Not when you keep running away from me!”

[eldritch-spouse]

I don’t know if you’ve done the nitty gritty world building but I’m still curious about it:

Where do the triplets live? Do they have their own places in the common rings? Have they got property on the surface, or in other rings? Do they crash with Katia on occasion, or even live with her still?

Feel free to expand this to any other notable demons if you want!

(Sorry I’m always simping for those three. They’re just so tasty)

The triplets have a shared apartment in the "Common Rings" section of Hell, where they were essentially raised. That being said, they spend most of their time on the surface. Especially Ludwig, who will just crash anywhere he can, sometimes on his car.

How can they afford to do this? You know how Lud can take advantage of "rifts"*? So can the others, and so they're constantly inexpensively moving from one place to the other.

It's not unlikely for one of them to rent something temporarily in the surface, or to stay at a hotel/motel for a short span of time. They're usually always moving in the surface however.

Katia has her own place, the poor woman deserves it after dealing with these three hooligans for decades. The three tried to get her back to Sloth so she could be more comfortable and relatively safer, they had to push some, but they succeeded. Katia worries about the distance however. They absolutely still spend lots of time with her, or invite her to the apartment (after Mervin bullies the other two into helping making the place look spotless), it's not as if they don't have contact.

*(you might want to surf waaay back to recall what these are, but think of them as errors in the fabric of reality, this ability to not only see and interact with them connected to the triplets supposedly only visual disability. These are portals between certain locations, and while Ludwig is the most adept at using them to quickly move around, Merv and Obie can do so as well. In fact, it was a rift just like this that landed Ludwig in the Null.)

[writingsbyzuzu]

Don’t Get The Blues

chapter 4- curse the goddamn day

Sheriff!Ted Nivison x Outlaw!Reader (Hasan implications, platonic!outlaw!Schlatt and Slimesicle) (Author’s notes: EEEEEE it’s finally here, i’m so sorry for the delay, I hope you guys love it!! just know the thing at the end is not a forced scenario by any means, it’s what reader agreed to, she just doesn’t see the point of doing that event at that point in time, and I hope I communicated that effectively. and no flashbacks this chapter!! please enjoy.)

Charlie sits across from you, the two of you sitting in silence. You’re hemming a dress, the needle moving along between your fingers, as Charlie smiles at you. “You know, you didn’t have to hang back with me on this one,” he says. “It does me good to spend time with you. Seven months of robberies and sharp shooting shows? Lord knows I need a break,” you hum, before lifting up the dress to show him. “Besides, this needed to be done.” Charlie nods. “Sorry we couldn’t get anything nicer,” he mumbles. “No one will remember the dress,” you quickly say, before the two of you sit in silence once more.

“They will. I will at least.” Charlie smiles, before it fades, as he thinks of how to phrase what he had wanted to say next. You look up at him, knowing what he thought. Charlie was your oldest friend, after all. You didn’t want him to feel bad, or nervous.

“Nothing is going to change, Charlie.” You stare at each other for a moment, and his shoulders soften. “You sure?” “I won’t let it. Not on my watch.” Your gaze is intense and firm. “Not on my watch.”

✩⭑✩

Hasan knew it was a matter of time. One day, enough would be enough, he had hoped, and the six of you could stop, pack up, move somewhere else, try your fortunes elsewhere, taking satisfaction in the knowledge that you had done enough for the people living on the outskirts. The six of you, or even just you and him - could finally live your own lives as people. Have a proper home. If enough wasn't achieved, he knew it was a matter of time before something truly bad happened. And unfortunately for him, that feeling was about to be realized. Normal heist, Kurtis had assured him. Maybe all the successes had lured them into a false sense of security that morning. 

Break the wheel, stop the cart, stop the driver, steal, run. That was the expectation. That was the norm. They went through the motions. Ludwig shot down the wheel. Schlatt, Hasan, and Kurtis approached, as Ludwig held back, and held up the driver. But then Hasan heard a click behind his head. “Get down on the ground and put your hands up.” He turned around. He didn’t recognize the men. It didn’t matter. Hasan wasn’t going to give up that simply when they didn’t even know what he looked like. Hasan held up his gun in response. “We can all shoot you,” the man holding a pistol to Hasan’s head announced.

“Try it.” Hasan said. The other two men turned, and Schlatt and Kurtis turn to pummel the men into the ground. Hasan reaches over, shoving the man’s arm down and wrestling the pistol out of his hand. The men scuffle, before falling onto the ground. The man wrestled an arm free, punching Hasan square in the nose.

And then Hasan faced a horrible realization. 

He felt the bandana slipping from his face. Minutes passed, the punching exchanged throughout the six men.

He finally, finally hears another click. “Get up and get off my friends or I will shoot the three of you,” Ludwig said, holding the rifle. The strange men stood up, along with Kurtis, Schlatt and Hasan. Hasan looked over, Schlatt’s face also exposed. They both went to readjust but it was too late.

“We’re state policemen. They’ll know if you kill us,” one of the men shouts.

It was always a matter of time, Hasan thought. He had just been hoping it wasn’t today of all days.

✩⭑✩

Ted wasn't sure how many times he could live through this loop. His days felt identical, akin to trudging through quicksand. He knew how he and Eddy were being viewed. Idiots, fools. He figured the townspeople weren't far off with that one. His entire career was on the verge of slipping through his fingers, and he had a front row seat. The governor, tired of the antics and lack of answers, hired men to assist with the investigation. 

And it was these men now who entered the station.  “We saw them. Looked those pests right in the damn eyes, got them dead to rights," one says. Ted sits up, astonishment crossing his face. “You saw them?" The loop, he thinks, is finally ending. Damn to hell losing the credits to catching the robbers, Ted just wanted the ordeal to be over. The man nods. “The governor is gonna be mighty proud," he states. Ted rolls his eyes, getting ready to write. “I know everyone in this damn town, and there will be no arrests without me," Ted mumbles. The man nods again, and the words leave his mouth, and Ted freezes. Time stands still, and his body goes cold.

“One had a mustache and side facial hair. Long hair. The other one, the big one, tan. Freckles. Face covered in hair. Brown eyes."

“What?"

“Mustache-"

Ted waves his hand at the man, tears forming in his eyes. “There has to be a mistake," he whispers. “We saw them, our eyes do not deceive us," the man insists. Eddy reaches to grab Ted's shoulder. “Ted-" “No." Ted slams his fist on the desk. “There has to be some mistake," Ted repeats. He knew they were right. “We didn't see the others." 

“No need," Eddy states. “We know who the others are." 

“Was there a woman?" Ted asks. The men look at him confusedly. “No woman. All men. Four. We only saw the two." Eddy nods. “So we can make the arrests then. We can keep our jobs," he says, looking pointedly at Ted, who collapses at his desk. “Tell me everything that happened," he looks up at the men, the shock wearing off.

✩⭑✩

You had woken up to the sounds of murmurs in the other room. You had chosen to sleep for a while after finishing hemming the dress, and now, hours later, feeling drowsy, woken up in a daze. You slowly sat up, before quietly rising and entering the living room. The men stood around the table, but they had all ceased when you opened the door. Staying in the doorway, your stomach dropped upon seeing their serious faces. “What’s going on?”

They were all looking at you, except Hasan.

“What?” you ask again, peering to look at all of them, the nerves starting to rise, your stomach tightening in knots. They finally looked up at you, and your stomach plummeted. Schlatt had bruising on his cheek, his lip busted. Kurtis wasn’t much better off. But Hasan? Hasan’s nose was clearly broken, the blood all crusted around his mouth, his eye bloodshot, a bruise clearly forming. You step forward, reaching out to him, but he simply holds his hand up. “Get dressed. We’re leaving now.”

You don’t ask to where. You already knew. You had made this deal months before, that morning after that man had tackled you seven months ago. The deal had felt like lifetimes ago, especially with the stark realization that you were going to be caught. 

“Are you sure? But-”

“Do as I say.” Hasan cuts you off. You nod, turning to go back and shut the door. “Everything is going to be okay,” he calls out. You don’t respond. Just wonder why you aren’t even bothering to run.

✩⭑✩

Eddy had finally gotten Ted out of the chair and onto a horse. He felt sick. He didn’t care about the childish fight over Hasan for you that had lasted their whole lives. What did that matter now? He was still Ted’s friend, in Ted’s mind and heart. You were all his friends no matter how you felt. He had based his whole life on you. And now he was going to arrest and condemn your friends to hell. Eddy had tried to have him think positively. You weren’t there, Charlie wasn’t there. You weren’t guilty. There was suspicion. But the two of you weren’t there. You would live.

But Ted was going to have to hang four people he loved. And it made him sick. But it also made him angry. He knew and he knew you knew. How could you betray him in such a way? Did he deserve it? He knew you only had good intentions. Just those intentions weren’t for him.

He was still circling all the topics in his head when the men approached the cabin. Eddy turns to Ted, who was finally snapping out of his thoughts. They get off the horses, hands on their pistols. Ted knocks on the door. No answer. “Charlie! It’s…It’s Ted. Open the door.”

Silence.

“Charlie! We can talk about this. But I have to do this. I’m sorry. Open the door.”

Silence.

“Ludwig! Kurtis! Open the damn door.”

Eddy nor Ted had heard the small child approaching. The child stood behind them watching. “They aren’t home,” the little voice calls out. Ted and Eddy jump a little, but turn to the boy. “Where are they?” Eddy asks, crouching to the child’s level. “I’m not supposed to say,” the boy winces. “You’re gonna hurt them.” “We’re the good guys. They did some bad things,” Eddy whispers. “How was it bad? They helped me. I was sick, and they used money to get me medicine to make me better. They helped my mommy build a home.” “They…well they did bad things to get the money. It isn’t right.”

The little boy’s shoulders fall. “You won’t hurt them right?” Eddy and Ted exchange a guilty glance, and Ted raises an eyebrow. Eddy looks back to the little boy, feeling immense guilt. “We won’t hurt them,” Eddy says. 

“They went to the church.”

✩⭑✩

“We could just run. We have horses. We could ride away,” you whisper to Schlatt. He shakes his head. “No use, doll. We sealed our fates.” Tears leaked from your eyes. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have listened to you. You said no and I ignored you and I’m going to get you all killed,” you whimper, as you grip his arm. He shakes his head. “Don’t say that. I made that choice, doll. I could have kept saying no. And besides, we helped so many people. We shouldn’t take that back.” “You’re my family. I need you alive. We can run. Why can’t we? Why should we still do this?” You plead with Schlatt, but it’s no use. “You can’t change fate, kiddo.” He turns to you, tucking a strand of your hair, then looks over at Hasan, at the front of the church.”  Then he leans over to whisper in your ear. 

“He always knew it would end up like this. He was just hoping he wouldn’t go out without doing the one thing he’s always wanted to do.” 

Schlatt straightens himself, and you look at each other. “I wish we could have done this under happier circumstances,” you whisper. “Me too. We gotta make do with what we got while we got it, yeah?” He extends his arm, and you take it. You reach down with your other hand and smooth out the white dress.

And with a simple nod, Schlatt is marching you down the aisle to Hasan.

Hasan gives you a small smile under all the bruising, and you take your place beside him. It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t Ted, and you loved Hasan differently, but you loved him. And if he was going to die for you, you could afford him this last kindness, right? You accept what you have.

And then the doors opened, the familiar pistol click echoing throughout the almost empty church. 

You turn to see Ted, his pistol pointed just straight, Eddy and three other men behind him, also holding pistols. He looks around frantically, seeing Ludwig, Kurtis, and Schlatt sitting in their pews. Hasan lets out a curse, and Ted finally looks to see you, 

standing in your wedding dress, getting married to his childhood’s best friend and worst competitor.

He turns his pistol up at Hasan.

“You’re under goddamn arrest, fucker.”

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𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓝𝓸. 1

Little mini ficlets that focus mainly on Medic and Scout’s relationship in regard to the story. :3

Post-Battle Worries

“You know, liebchen? You surprise me with how worried you get for my safety. I could’ve easily healed this with the medigun.”

A gentle husky laugh sounded off in the medbay. It was the daily dose of battles in a seemingly endless war. Medic had sometimes gotten hurt in his line of support, but his wounds would be enough to stir the protective wrath of the colonel. Scout was tending to a few machete wounds that cut deep in the lieutenant’s arm and midsection, his eyebrows stiff and arched with anger. Not towards Medic, but towards the damn BLU Sniper that managed to get such a hit on him. Damn bastard.

“Ludwig. I’ve every right to be worried for you. You’re already risking your damn life badly enough that I’m concerned whether you’re even considerate for your safety or not. So I won’t apologize if I’m ’too protective’ of you.” Jeremy said with a sigh. His gaze softened as best as it could just to keep his fire extinguished within. If anyone thought Soldier was the angriest or most stoic, wrong. Scout had gained enough backbone that he wouldn’t overreact to insults anymore. If anything…he was barely teased anymore.

The lieutenant just smiled and allowed the younger man to tend to his wounds. With every wrap and tighten of the medical gauze, Medic could see just how dedicated Scout was in keeping his lover alive and well. God forbid anything happened to Medic, he’d let this world burn in vengeance.

“Ah well I suppose that is understandable and I certainly won’t judge you for reacting in such a way. But you should loosen the knot,” Medic said before snorting, pressing a gentle finger to Scout’s forehead, feeling just how fretful his face was, like his skin was resisting the slightest of touches. “Your face will get stuck like that if you continue to frown like that. Can’t have you getting grays early can I?”

Scout felt his tension be lifted a bit from that snark and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Wiping away the leftover blood that had dried, Scout smiled faintly and sighed, taking a breath before looking Medic in the eyes, blue eyes making contact with steel gray ones. Medic was right, he took his war duties a bit too seriously. He wasn’t letting himself breathe after every fight and battle. It was taking a toll on his health. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.

The colonel sighed and embraced the doctor before him, a delicate hand palming the back of the lieutenant’s head in a protective and caring gesture. “Sorry doc. I just can’t bear the thought of losing the one person keeping me sane throughout this entire bullshit.” Jeremy confessed with a soft tone, his voice lowering to nothing short of a whisper as he stared at the infirmary bed they were sitting on before burning holes into the walls.

“No need to apologize, liebe. I find it admirable more than anything.” Ludwig hummed and returned the embrace, one of his hands, free from the rubber gloves, slowly caressing up and down Scout’s back, tracing every contour of muscle that led to a rough patch of skin that was the foundation for a patterned patch of scars. Scout felt his body relax to the touches, even though his mind was still running around and fuming in a raging hellfire, that nagging desire to go through everything to protect his team, his soulmate, creeping about in his head once more…