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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Greasy Weasel || Oneshot

Plot: Inspired by 'Bro Code' by Brantley Gilbert. Reader and Greasy have been growing apart; He's rarely around to spend time with you, which is leaving you to spend a lot more time, alone, with Wheezy, and... feelings start to develop... Wheezy decides to do the respectful thing and warn Greasy about it.

Better show that girl a good time If you don't, it's gon' be goodbye And if you take it for granted You hand her to another man It's a matter of time, bro

It's a matter of time

Now, I know it ain't my business But I gotta insist that if this was somebody else Your deal is already finished because Bro code goes out the window Just be glad it's me lettin' you know, bro

Warnings: Me writing serious romance stuffs for toon gangster weasels. ... Love triangle? XD I'd say its handled pretty well though

"Hey Wheezy!"

"Hey- " You plop down on the couch with him suddenly; Your head in his lap. It honestly surprises him for a moment, the affection - though not unwelcome, - having come out of nowhere and could be interpreted as innapropriate, by some people... considering who you really belonged too around here. "Y/N... "

Giving a little, teasing smile, you dont address the elephant in the room- deciding to rather just move on, fiddling with your fingers above your stomach. "What are you up to, tonight?"

"Smokin'... " Obviously. "Was gonna watch some TV, too. Nothing much- nothing exciting, anyway. What are you doing? Wasn't Greasy taking you out somewhere, tonight?"

At this, the mention of your boyfriend, the bright light flickers out of your pretty eyes a little bit. You look away from his face, a frown tugging at your lips. Wheezy frowns, too, the three cigerettes he was puffing away on held away from his face between two fingers; This can't be good. "Oh! We were... " Your voice is polite, almost cheerful still in a totally fake, forced kind of way. "But, um... I guess we got our signals crossed, or something. I thought I was supposed to meet him here now, but Smarty says Greasy's out doing something for him tonight, so... " Giving little shrug, you force the sadness out of your eyes and take a deep breath. Wheezy's frown only worsens, though. That explains why you look so nice... well, nicer then usual. That seems to be happening damn often, recently, too. "I'm free, now! Was hopin' you might be willing to share your evening, with me?"

... There's a cheeky glint in your eyes that Wheezy can't help grinning back at, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Whatcha wanna watch?"

"Oh!" You hop up off his lap and into a sitting position, crossing your legs and picking up the remote- focused on the TV. "I have the best movie in mind. I think its started already, but not too long ago so we should be fine. You'll love it! Promise."

"This is the dumbest fucking movie I have ever seen Y/N- " Wheezy's saying, much to your dismay even though you grin- his frustration a source of amusement, to you. He's cute, you decide; His words are biting, but the expression on his face is soft, and relaxed. You like it. You like him- he's a good friend!

"No way!-" Giggling, you shake your head at him.

"Dont you show this to the boss, he'll blow a gasket. Is this supposed to be gang representation? Hell- "

"Its the best kind of gang representation!" You reply, not looking at him as he turns to give you most incredulous look possible. "... makes you guys look so dumb- fella's watchin'll think they can outsmart you and be so much easier to deal with, don'tcha think?"

"Pfft," Wheezy rolls his eyes, but he's grinning; Theres something cute about your theory, there. He's gotta admit. "We gotta deal with enough idiots, don't you be pushing any more on us."

"Hmm," Humming, you lean back into the cushions behind you; Eyes glued to the screen as some 'gangsters' play a game of poker. "Plus, they're all gorgeous... would you say that's misrepresentation, too?"

He scoffs again, shaking his head. "Depends on the gang, doll."

As soon as that slips out of his mouth, he just about has a stroke and freezes to the spot as you just continues to watch the movie, like she didnt hear it. Hanging out with your pal's girl all alone is one thing, even sitting this close to her can be interpreted as a close friendship, but calling her doll?? Thats got to be breaking every damn rule there is about pal's and their ladies. Greasy would lose his damn mind if he heard that, and Wheezy wouldn't really be able to blame him.

Except... you didnt react at all to him using that name with you- for you. As well as the fact that you haven't been seeing much of Greasy, lately. At all. He hasn't been around. And not just for a week, no- you two have been missing eachother for months now, slowly drifting apart. Greasy used to stress out like the damn Queen was coming over to the apartment if he ever had to dissapoint you, the two of you used to be so attached to eachother all the time that it made everyone else sick (And really uncomfortable, at times), you used to hang out in Greasy's room if he wasn't around when he said he would be... But not anymore. For weeks now you've been spending your time with him - Wheezy, - , almost treating him like your boyfriend...

Like a stand-in. But that doesn't mean that when you're together you aren't treating him like him- that you're using him as a place holder for Greasy at all, no- its just... like...

Instead of Greasy getting to spend his nights with your legs in his lap- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy getting to make you laugh- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy making you smile... its Wheezy.

And he doesn't think he should really have to feel guilty for enjoying it, anymore.

It's time to give Greasy a warning, Wheezy decides as he relaxes back into the cushions to watch the rest of this dumb movie that you like.

If Greasy doesn't buck up, soon, then he's going to let you know that he's throwing his hat into the ring.

Greasy's eyes are narrowed after what Wheezy says, disbelief and betrayal written all over his face. "... what, amigo?" His voice is quiet but emotionless, giving Wheezy one chance to take it back, his proclamation. His absurd, ridiculous, traitorous proclamation. If he did, then all would be fine- he would forgive and forget it. You're beautiful, and wonderful... he cant blame the man for falling under your spell for a moment. But if he doesnt-

"You heard me Grease." Intimidation is one of Greasy's favourite tactics- Wheezy's close to him, so he knows that. Plus... you can't really be intimidated by a man after you've heard him singing in the shower. "... I'm just warning you. As it is I'm not gonna do a thing, not unless she makes a move on me, because you're my friend- but if you don't start putting in more of an effort again, stop standin' your girl up... you're gonna lose her. And it might be, to me."

"Hm. Brave, fumador, you're very brave... So, am I to believe you haven't don't anything behind my back?"

"Yes."

... Greasy nods. He believes him- of course he does. Like Wheezy said, they're friends. He knows when he's lying and when he's telling the earnest truth, and besides he trusts him.

... and also- Wheezy isn't the lying type. Never has been. Greasy has never really had to worry about that, with him.

So... that brings him to a different thought. Another issue. One that makes his heart restrict inside his chest. "So then... Y/N... she has been sad? Missing m- "

Wheezy rolls his eyes deeply and groans, his hands in his pockets so he doesnt smack Greasy. "Of course she's been fucken sad, you little freak. She loves you, moron. And you've been everywhere but with her- where you should be." Some 'ladies man', this one. Wheezy thinks. Doesn't even know when he's making the biggest damn mistake of his life.

Sure, it might be Wheezy's gain... this mistake of Greasy's... but he won't take it lightly. This is a fucked up situation they're in, and whoever ends up with her is going to have to live with knowing the other is having to live without.

Greasy's heart squeezes and squeezes... forcing him quiet as thoughts rush through his mind about how bad he feels and how he didn't realise this, his working more lately, would affect her badly... and how if he had then he would have never...

Ugh, he thinks. He wishes he could say he was doing it for more money, to buy her an engagement ring or something... but he was not. Dammit.

... thats a prety good idea actually. Maybe he can still do that-

"What the hell are you two morons doing in my kitchen?" Smartass suddenly appears in the doorway, catching both their attentions with his frustrated tone. Greasy opens his mouth to explain, but their boss is already on it. "What I tell you??? No snacks past 6.30! Dinner's in the damn oven- what do you want from me here?? Damn vultures. What- you can't wait 15 minutes?? Sheesh."

This time Wheezy opens his mouth to explain for them both, but also gets cut off as Smartass pulls on two oven mitts. "And Y/N's just got here. Go bother her for a while, wouldja?? Both of you. Out."

Barely a millisecond passes and Greasy is already out the door, leaving a Greasy-shaped dust cloud behind him as he races to find you. Wheezy takes another moment, sucking in a good long puff of tobacco, before strolling after him.

When he finds you, standing by the billards table with Psycho and Stupid, Greasy's already attached himself to you like a damn leach.

"-so sorry, mi vida... Lo siento, Y/N... All my apologies... I didn't realise that I had been gone so much... " He's trailing kisses all over you- your cheeks, your forehead, down your neck... Psycho scowls at you both, before covering his eyes. Wheezy wishes he could do the same without feeling like a fricken 12 year old. "I mean of course I noticed you were away from me... and I missed you but-... you know? Why don't we go and spend some time- alone?~ " Finally he pulls back, looking you in the eye, a flirtation smirk on his face. "I will be sure to thoroughly make it up to you for my mistakes. Prometo~ "

Giving a giggle at it, you allow yourself to fall right back into familiar patterns, with him; Tucking hair behind your ear and letting your hands fall to his arms as he holds you, and tilting your head to the side. "I don't know~ Why don't we?"

You're just glad he's back.

Wheezy watches Greasy's wolf-like smirk broaden, all sorts of - likely, - depraved shit going in his head, and lean into your ear. He whispers something you that has your eyes widening and your fingers tightening onto his suit.

... you look cute as hell, but Wheezy would rather not know what it was that had that affect on you. Or at least not until he can figure it out himself.

Then Greasy's disconnecting from you, pressing one final lasting kiss onto your cheek, before heading to his room. You would follow in a moment, absolutely, but you're just reeling for a moment from how he went from 0 to 100 all of a sudden.

... woof. You give a smile, shaking your head. Whatever it was, you aren't about to question it. When you notice Wheezy standing in the doorway, smoking to himself, you catch his gaze and give a bright grin. He's back, you mouth, pleased.

He nods, blowing smoke. Yep... "Sure is."

Approaching him, you hold your arms behind your back and stand just beside him; Watching the Psycho and Stupid play billiards while Wheezy watches you. "I wonder what knocked some sense into him?... or who???" You ask, twisting in place and carefully peering up at him.

Immediatly he looks away, taking a draw from a cigerette. "Oh- don't give me the credit. It was allll him."

Without really thinking, you throw your arms around Wheezy; Giving him what was supposed to be a quick, warm hug. Of thanks.

But then he wraps his arms around you too, and you pull back not far... just enough to look at eachother and for a split moment, with both your heads slightly at an angle and your breath on eachothers lips you stay there; Inches apart and hearts beating erratically inside chests.

Something changed in the few seconds you were hugging him. The way you looked at him all of a sudden was different, like- realisation. Then surprise.

Then horror.

Quickly you wipe the wide-eyed look off your face and cautiously let go of Wheezy, stepping back. Theres a heat in your cheeks betraying you. Wheezy- you think, an odd and terrifying mix of shock and something really lovely and warm swarming inside your chest. Tall, laid back, sexy, comfortable... Wheezy.

You must look at him for too long, because he reaches out to grab your hand. "Y/N? Are you- "

Quickly you yank your hand out of jis reagh, surprising him. "Um- I'm fine! Yeah, I just- Greasy. I gotta go to Greasy. So- um- yeah. Uh, bye!"

Then you flash a awkward smile, to comfort him and show everything is alright, then rush up the stairs to Greasy's room.

#Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Oneshot #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Disney Villains #Oneshot

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heavenlyhoundoom · 6 months

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The pasts of the next gen au parents.(part 2)

1.Willy grew up in Hayesville, North Carolina with his mom, Winifred, his dad, Jerry, his brothers, Walter and Wyatt, and his sisters, Wanda and Wendy(they're all weasels). Their childhood home looks like this.

2.Lisa grew up as an only child in Rochester, New York, with her mom, Felicia, and her dad, Harper(they're all lynxes). Her childhood home looks like this.

3.Tito grew up in Bernal, Mexico with his mom, Maria, his dad, Jonathan, and his little brother, El Chip. Their childhood home looks like this.

4.Toki grew up in Tokyo, Japan with her mom Kana, her dad, Bento, her brother, Riku, and her sisters Aiko and Yui. Their childhood home looks like this.

5.Knighty grew up in Edinburgh, Scotland with his mom, Grace, his dad, Marlow, his brothers, George and Louis, and his sisters, Penelope, Victoria, and Sophie. Their childhood home looks like this.

6.Sara grew up in Ithaca, New York with her Mom, Iris, her dad, Oscar, her brother, Stanley, and her sister, Tina. Their childhood home looks like this.

7.Cammy grew up in Tampa, Florida with her mom, Barbra, her dad, Christopher, and her brother, Jed. Their childhood home looks like this.

8.Arty grew up in New York City with his mom, Solène, his dad, Dylan(a different Dylan, obviously), and his older twin sister, Delilah.Their childhood apartment looks like this.

9.Gus grew up as an only child in Canandaigua, New York with his mom, Helga, and his dad, Liam(a different Liam, obviously). His childhood home looks like this.

10.Oakley grew up in Portland, Oregon with her mom, Elizabeth, her dad, Samuel, her brother, Ethan, and her sister, Caroline. Their childhood home looks like this.

11.Ozzie grew up in in Rochester, New York, with his mom, Eva, his dad, Jacob(a different Jacob, obviously), his brother, Owen, and his Sister, Olive. Their childhood home looks like this.

12.Harold grew up in Lyons, New York with his mom, Rachel, his dad, Gregory, and his sister, Vanessa. Their childhood home looks like this.

13.Happyfrog grew up in Buffalo, New York, with her mom, Dixie, her dad, Herbert, and her sister Pheobe. Their childhood home looks like this.

Bonus: All the houses the Parents are raising their kids in.

Emily's Childhood home

Lucia and Kasumi's childhood home

Brucie and Crytal's childhood home

Gilbert's childhood home

Petunia's childhood home

Andrew's childhood home

Edwardo and Liam's childhood home

#willy's wonderland #Fnaf #willy weasel #tito turtle #siren sara #knighty knight #cammy chameleon #arty alligator #Gus Gorilla #ozzie ostrich #ocs #el chip #happy frog #Houses

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ijustluvvoltageguys · 2 years

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There are 8 extra stories for book 4. They are all about the young princes. They are all super cute 😍🥰 except for Guy.... I'm sorry Guy lovers but young Guy still looks like he had something stuck up his bumm or something... The story really gets into the prince's past

The first of the series is called "To Raise A Glass" it's about the kings attending a meeting in Concordia and they all raise a glass to the party. U could really feel the tension between Roc Avari, Gilbert Qelsum and Addis Ira. The sad thing is that Guy's and Toa's rivalry started at a young age. They both fought and Lynt cried. Rio is so cheerful and sunny since young! Roy also has been a proper perfect prince since young. It's just sad that there's no little Sherry 😭

The second is called an irreplaceable friend. It's about Toa's childhood. It's pretty sad tbh. He's forced to study until late night for the sake of Qelsum. He's often very lonely and he hides his weasel familiar Knight while hoping that nobody finds it because he's afraid that his father is gonna take it. Poor Toa.... I feel like I wanna give him a hug 🤗🫂🥰

The third is called I want to be loved by someone. It's about Fenn's loneliness since young and how he felt that he's never really loved and felt empty even though he's constantly surrounded by maids.

Note : this has been on my drafts for many months now. I'm too busy to write the others sorry. I'll write the others if u want, and if I also have time so...

#court of darkness #cod spoiler

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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GerEng Week 2022: Day 8

@gereng-week

Prompt: Amnesia/Remembrance || Dream

Pairing: GerEng, but with GerIta in the beginning

Rating: T

Word Count: 2076

Ludwig

Author's Note: My last fic for GerEng week. I've had this idea rolling around in my mind since I started shipping these two almost 3 years ago and I finally got to writing it. Though I feel HRE and Germany are two characters who share a body but are internally different, I wanted to apply the HRE = Germany theory to a ship outside of GerIta,

It had been quite the month for Ludwig. All of it had started with strange dreams. He was younger, smaller, in a familiar house, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Sometimes Rodirech and Erzsebet were there, sometimes it was Gilbert, but most of the time it was a little girl in a green dress who looked scarily similar to Feliciano.

For weeks he tried to ignore them, but they all came to a head when Francis entered his dreams, staring down at him coldly, sword pressed against his chest. That night, he had awoken in a cold sweat.

These weren’t normal dreams Ludwig came to realize. In the end, he confided in Gilbert about them and everything was pieced together. He was the Holy Roman Empire, at least according to Gilbert. Gilbert had theorized this for a while since Ludwig apparently came from Holy Rome’s grave when he was born, but he had no memories of his time as Holy Rome until now, so Gilbert never said anything. It was a lot to process, but it did seem the most logical idea given the way the stories Gilbert shared aligned with the dreams Ludwig had been having. So there was his answer. But that answer still left so many questions. Who was he? What did this mean? So many relationships had been lost, so many memories still laying dormant. He didn’t feel like Holy Rome, but he no longer felt like himself either.

As if things weren’t difficult enough, it didn’t take long before the whole world was aware. There was celebration, and many happy tears, but Ludwig still felt lost.

Time went on, more memories came back in the form of dreams, and he even finally got together with Feliciano. He had always liked Feliciano, but it was unrequited for years as Feliciano waited for his lost love. But Ludwig ended up being that lost love. When he had confessed to the Italian the second time, as Holy Rome, he had never seen his friend happier. For a moment, Ludwig had believed that maybe this whole situation wasn’t so bad.

But that feeling didn’t last. Questions spun around Ludwig’s head, the hollow feeling from before returned, he couldn’t focus as his mind wandered to his past. Not even the affection of Feliciano seemed to put any of his anxieties to rest. If anything, it was making it worse.

He would babble on and on about their childhood, still holes in Ludwig’s memory. And even the ones he had seemed distant. Looking back it was as if watching someone else’s life flash before him. But he refused to admit that. Everyone was so much happier now. Gilbert, Ersebet, Feliciano. He couldn’t rip Holy Roman away from them again.

He found himself spacing out more often after these memories resurfaced. It was the only time he felt any semblance of peace from his loud mind.

It was that spaced-out state Arthur had found him in. “Ludwig,” he said seriously, “I need to talk to you.”

Ludwig was shaken out of his blank daydream. “Arthur?”

“In private.”

Arthur’s eyes were hard. He didn’t look angry, but something was searing hot in his gaze. Ludwig silently obeyed, rising to his feet, and letting Arthur lead him to a small conference room. The Brit pulled out a chair, gesturing for Ludwig to sit. Ludwig complied. Arthur sat beside him.

“Now…” Arthur began, “I’m not going to let you weasel your way out of this mate. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ludwig replied automatically.

“Bullshit. You’re spacing out, you’re quiet, you barely react to anything anymore…Not to mention how paled and dead-eyed you’ve become. Something is eating at you. I know it is.”

Ludwig was about to go to his next programmed reply, but when he met Arthur’s eyes again, softer now, but full of concern, it was as if a rope had been tossed to him.

His jaw clenched, and he gripped his chair. “I…” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I-I…I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“Oh, Ludwig…”

Ludwig shut his eyes tightly. They burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn't let Arthur see. He'd already said too much.

“Is this about your memories?” Arthur asked.

Ludwig slowly nodded. He flinched when Arthur placed his hand over his.

Arthur let out a long sigh. “Even if you were the Holy Roman Empire, you’re Germany now. That hasn’t changed. You’ll always be Germany. You’ll always be Ludwig. Stubborn, strong, hard-working Ludwig who overworks himself. Who loves dogs, baking, vinyl records, and morning jogs at sunrise. You’re still you with just a little extra tacked on.” He squeezed Ludwig’s hand, guiding him by the chin to look at him. “Your supposed past shouldn’t dictate your future, and don’t let anyone else make you think it should.”

Ludwig let out a shuttered breath, wiping at his eyes, trying to keep his tears at bay. He had felt so heavy, but at Arthur’s words, it was as if some of that weight had been taken from him, the Brit helping him shoulder it.

“Shhhh, it’s alright Lud. It’s going to be alright.”

Then Arthur hugged him, guiding Ludwig’s face into his chest and letting his hands rest loosely around Ludwig’s neck. Ludwig sank into the embrace, too tired and worn to care about the embarrassment that would surely follow. They stayed like that for what felt like a long while to Ludwig.

“The meeting will start soon,” Arthur whispered, pulling away slightly to look down at Ludwig. “Will you be okay? You have a lot to think about. I could cover for–”

Ludwig smiled softly. He hadn’t in months and it felt good. “You’ve done enough.”

“Then postpone it. I’m not letting you go through with that hell after everything. You’re going to break if you keep pushing on like this.”

Ludwig thought for a moment. Arthur was right, he wasn’t going to be productive at this rate. Perhaps pushing it back at least a day would give him some time to properly sort himself out. “Okay,” he agreed.

Days went by and Arthur’s words echoed through Ludwig’s head. Up until now, Ludwig had been living as Holy Roman Empire for the sake of everyone, but in the process, he noticed he was losing himself. As much as he wanted to please everyone, he couldn’t keep going on like this. He couldn’t be Gilbert’s former little brother, he didn’t have feelings for Feliciano anymore, and he couldn’t be who he once was.

Luckily Gilbert was understanding when he finally confessed all his feelings. There were many hugs, a few tears, but Ludwig felt like he had regained a piece of himself by the end. But he wasn’t worried about telling Gilbert–at least compared to Feliciano.

Ludwig didn’t want to break his best friend’s heart. He had loved Feliciano once. First as Holy Rome and then as Ludwig. But that was almost a century ago. Those feelings had long since gone out, only returning for a brief moment when he was confused and the only thing he felt linked his past and present self was Feliciano. So he grabbed onto him. With a clearer mind, he knew he had to break up with Feliciano, for both their sakes. He loved the Italian dearly, but in every way other than romance. They both deserved someone who loved them romantically, for who they were now, and this “romance” between them was not providing that.

“Feliciano,” Ludwig called softly after everyone had left the meeting hall, “I need to talk to you.”

“Oh! Of course Luddy,” Feliciano cheered. “What is it, my love?”

Ludwig took a deep breath. “Feli…I care a lot about you and I love you very much.”

“I love you too.”

“But you don’t love me for me,” Ludwig blurted out.

Feliciano’s face fell. “What?”

“I’m sorry…That was harsh.” He took hold of Feliciano’s hand. “I don’t doubt you love me platonically…but…You love Holy Rome romantically, not me.”

“Ludwig…I don’t understand–”

“I confessed to you back in the 40s and you rejected me back then. But now with my memories, you accepted that confession. I wasn’t Ludwig when I did…I was…”

“Holy Rome…”

“I’m no longer that person Feli. Those memories are distant to me. And my feelings for you…They’ve been gone since the 50s. You deserve someone who can love you as you want and I deserve to have someone who loves me for all of me, not just who I used to be.”

Feliciano looked up at him with glassy eyes. “I should have seen this coming,” Feliciano said with a wet laugh, “I…I-I should have never accepted your confession. I was…He was finally home and I just…I had been waiting for you–him–for so long that I jumped on the chance not thinking you were different now.” The tears were streaming now and they punched Ludwig in the stomach. “I wasn’t thinking that maybe all of this had put you in a confused, vulnerable state, twisting what you really wanted. It’s complicated…Gilbert tried to explain that to me. But whatever this means for you…It’s clear your heart doesn’t belong to me and I’m sorry for feeling entitled to it because of the past.”

Ludwig swallowed hard. “Thank you,'' he whispered.

“Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” Ludwig opened his arms to Feliciano and the Italian rushed into him. He squeezed his friend tightly, relieved that he would still have him in his life.

Their hug was interrupted by the creaking of the door. The two pulled away, looking at each other and then at the door. Arthur stood, knuckles white against the door handle, eyes piercing, though softening as soon as he met Ludwig’s.

“Go to him,” Feliciano urged, a smile returning to his face.

Ludwig gave him a hesitant look before nodding. “Thank you.”

He squeezed Feliciano’s shoulder before heading towards Arthur.

“I broke up with Feli,” Ludwig said bluntly.

Arthur’s eyes went wide. “Uh…Good for you? Um…I-I mean…Is that good or bad?”

“Good I think? I mean…We’re still friends and I feel like a weight has been lifted so…”

The Brit smiled. “Good.”

They stood awkwardly, Ludwig stiff, Arthur bouncing his leg ever so slightly.

“Arthur…" Ludwig spoke up again, gaze falling to his feet. "I-I have something to tell you.” He looked away, cheeks flushing a faint pink.

“Yes?”

“I-I…um…I’ve been thinking a lot since we talked, and…Well we had all that time together following the World Wars despite everything that transpired in them…What I’m trying to say is, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Arthur froze, his hand gripping onto Ludwigs. “Y-You don’t have to rush into anything Lud. You just went through a break up, you’re still going through a lot. You don’t–”

“I know. But these feelings have been festering long before all this memory shit. And… You were the one to finally bring me out of whatever I was in. Just like you did in the 50s. You make me calm and you make me feel loved. A-And I want to do the same for you."

Arthur's face reddened even more, but a small smile grew. "Who knew you could be such a romantic?"

"I picked up a few things from Feli I guess." Ludwig finally had enough courage to look back at Arthur.

Arthur smirked. “Well then, I’ll have to up my game then. I can’t promise fancy food or wine. But I’d like to take you out to dinner. Tonight if you’re available.”

Ludwig chuckled before realizing what Arthur had just asked him out. “I-I’d love that.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll swing by your room tonight and pick you up?”

Ludwig could only nod dumbfoundedly.

Arthur grinned and with a wave, he was on his way back to his hotel.

Ludwig’s heart was beating a mile a minute, his palms were sweaty and something fluttered in his stomach. It was nothing like how it had been with Feliciano.

“I never thought about you and Arthur,” Feliciano thought aloud, “But in a way, it's fitting.”

“Yeah…It feels right.”

Feliciano squeezed his arm. “I’m happy as long as you’re happy. All of us are.”

Ludwig nodded. It had been a rough couple of months, but in the end, he knew everything was turning out as it was supposed to. He was Ludwig, representation of Germany, dog dad, baker, leader of meetings (and hopefully Arthur's lover). And that was more than enough.

#hetalia #hws #gereng #engger #geruk #minor gerita #hws england #hws germany #hws italy #gereng week 2022 #gereng week #hre = germany theory

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francesderwent · 2 years

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Okay I could be wrong on both of these but I HAVE to throw my hat in the ring, I have to: Anne and Captain Wentworth from Persuasion (possibly #3?)

And it's possible I am thinking of another mutual right now but I feel like Spike/Buffy miiiiight be on there, or Angel/Cordy for TV show second chance love?

ANNE AND WENTWORTH

I mean the letter!!! is SO much!! but that little scene where she says she's not a card player and he answers "you never were, were you?" or something to that effect (if I'm remembering a movie invention I will die of shame) is so special to me, because what's hurt her most of all is his coldness, the fact that he's treating her like a stranger! so this brief exchange where he lets all of their history come into the room for a moment! where he basically says "I was there I remember it all too well"! he still knows her!! AAAAAAHH

Wentworth is trying to be fucked up but he's not enjoying it and it goes against the grain. really they're wholesome.

"Back to December", Taylor Swift, of course! "your guard is up, and I know why / because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind / you gave me roses, and I left them there to die"

the MAGIC of them is that they are both a “I have loved none but you” ALL ALONG romance like Anne and Gilbert and Bathsheba and Gabriel but that they’re also kind of a Cinderella story! he did see her value from the beginning, and it’s not in one magical moment in the perfect dress on the stairs, but the story IS a gradual revelation of her beauty and her goodness for everyone to see!

I wouldn’t alter a single thing about their dynamic if you paid me to. however, I would make Wentworth a spaceship captain instead of a navy captain and relocate the Elliot family to a small planet with a new colony when they run out of money

they ARE on the list, coming in at number 5!!!

SPIKE AND BUFFY

I’m going to cheat a ton and name two: when Buffy is trying to figure out how much Glory knows about Dawn and so she goes to weasel it out of Spike and does so by dressing up as the robot he made of her and when she asks him he says, basically, “I could never let something happen that would hurt Buffy that much. I would have let Glory kill me first. I nearly bloody did.” and Buffy, hearing this, leans in and kisses him--and he accepts it for a moment and then he rears back, because he knows it’s her!!! and she knows he knows, and she looks at him steadily and doesn’t take it back. and when he asks about the robot (because he’s still Spike and still very soulless at this point) she says the robot was obscene, but “what you did for Dawn...that was real.” and then the second one is when she reinvites him into her home!! fully knowing who he is and all of his mixed up motivations and pathetic love for her. and he stands in the threshold and smiles and says “I know that I’m a monster. but you treat me like a man.”

the reason spuffy is so good is because it’s kind of a longform essay about how fucked up (affectionate) tends to collapse into fucked up (derogatory) but it is possible to regain your humanity and become wholesome (affectionate)!! they REALLY do it all! except they’re never ever boring :)

I put this song on pretty much all my character playlists, but it’s them most of all: “Breathe Me” by Sia. “ouch, I have lost myself again / lost myself and I am nowhere to be found / yeah I think that I might break / lost myself again and I feel unsafe / be my friend, hold me / wrap me up, unfold me / I am small and needy / warm me up and breathe me”

drawing vampire parallels is my one great love so I’m gonna say Buffy and Spike are most like Klaus and Caroline. perky blonde who loves to win and fun-loving artistic type whose murdering tendencies come from a very fragile heart

I think it’d be fun to I Will Remember You Spike instead of Angel, i.e. see how a Spike without vampire powers would handle Buffy. I think he’d enjoy being babied and coddled tbh

they did not make the list!

ANGEL AND CORDELIA

there are more romantic moments of them, definitely, but the defining one for me was always after they’ve had a scare with the possibility of Angelus coming out again and they’re having a heart-to-heart about it and Angel starts to very cautiously broach the possibility that if things had worked out differently then would she..., and Cordelia interrupts him with perfect confidence “oh, I’d kill you dead.” and it’s not this massively heavy dramatic angst thing. Buffy killed him because she had to, and Cordelia is saying she’d do the same thing, but she can be light about it with him, she can be there for him and keep smiling, and that’s actually what he needs!

wholesome! there are very VERY few completely wholesome Whedon ships but I’m saying that as long as they’re themselves, they’re one!!

I’m awarding them “Lover” by Taylor Swift!! because theirs is a love that is very rooted in sharing a common home, building a life together, becoming a family. “can I go where you go? can we always be this close? / forever and ever, take me out, and take me home / you’re my my my my lover”

they’re a difficult one to find a parallel for because they have mega “mom and dad” vibes, but they...legitimately never even define the relationship?? I’m stuck and I would like to phone a friend

my perpetual AU is one where Whedon wasn’t a despicable excuse for a human being and didn’t get his revenge on one of his actors for the horrifying crime of getting pregnant by destroying her character out of sheer spite. so like. that woulda been nice.

they did not make the list!

#ask game #anne and wentworth......I mean all of austen's everything is brilliant #but the ROMANCE of them

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