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I've seen that it's allowed to send prompts now... So my prompts are: - Alternate History - Nations Revealed - Secret Relationship - Secret Admiration/Admiring from Afar - Outsider POV - Magic

Thank you! I'll add them to the list

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I should probably state this now even though it's super early (because October fills up fast and this week has long been occuring in october and i don't want to change that). Gereng week will be taking place October 5th-12th. You can start sending prompts in if you so choose, but I will make an official post about prompt suggestions in a few months a little closer to the date. This is just to secure the date.

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 6

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Prompt: Fairy Tale || Knight x Ruler

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 317

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Happily Ever After

Ludwig never really believed in fairy tales.

Yes, his childhood was full of them. But they were just stories before bed. They didn’t exist, at least not in that way. No knights slaying dragons. No princesses sleeping for hundreds of years. No witches shoving children into ovens or trapping maidens in towers.

Everyone always ended up happy. At least in Gilbert’s versions, Ludwig would learn later that many of the stories had rather dark endings.

They were just that, stories. No witches or dragons terrorizing him, no knights to come and save him from the real monsters that existed. He only had himself to rely on. There was no happy ending for him.

Or so it seemed.

It was winter. Cold, wet. But in Arthur’s cottage, in the glow of the fire, Arthur’s head resting on his shoulder, Ludwig was warm.

Arthur was fast asleep currently, having passed out shortly after finishing his tea. He looked adorable, so calm, so open. His fae-like beauty really shone when like this, lips slightly parted, long lashes almost brushing against his freckled cheeks. Arthur never believed him when Ludwig called him pretty.

Perhaps fairy tales were real. Ludwig reasoned it was too soon to tell, but since Arthur waltzed into his life. A knight in leather and chains, but a knight nonetheless. Pulling Ludwig out of a pit of self-pity and isolation, the only one still around stubborn enough to push back when Ludwig tried to push everyone else away.

But his happy ending wasn’t going to happen if he didn’t put work in too. But with Arthur being here, Ludwig believed that happy ending was in his grasp. And he wouldn’t be alone to achieve it.

Ludwig pulled Arthur closer, letting his head fall onto his chest. Arthur cuddled into the embrace.

Ludwig didn’t believe in fairytales. But with Arthur here in his arms, he was starting to.

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Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Hetalia: Axis Powers

Relationship:

England/Germany (Hetalia)

Characters:

England (Hetalia)

Germany (Hetalia)

Additional Tags:

GerEng Week 2023

dragon - Freeform

Knight

Alternate Universe - Fantasy

Alternate Universe - Medieval

there's a moment where germany cuts into the dragon's stomach

I don't describe it too nastily but heed my warning

Language: English

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 5

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Prompt: Alice in Wonderland AU || Memories

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 709

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Times Have Changed

The rose garden was young Prince Arthur’s favourite place in the Hearts’ castle. He had ditched his guards for the afternoon and retired here to catch up on some reading and finally have a moment to himself. He knew why the guards were important, but within the castle walls which were also heavily guarded, why did he need to have a handful of them following him around everywhere?

Amongst the petals and thorns, he felt safe. The guards would know where he was though, so he had to enjoy his seclusion while it lasted.

He had just settled on a bench with his book when he heard a thump followed by a faint crying. He tried to ignore it at first, but then it became louder. With a sigh, he slipped in the bookmark and tried to follow the wails.

A boy, a couple of years younger than Arthur was hunched over on the gravel path, eyes welled with tears. Arthur looked around for a parent or sibling. What was this child doing in the castle in the first place? He squinted down at the boy.

“Who are you,” Arthur asked cooly.

The boy just sniveled, furiously wiping his eyes. Arthur noted the scrapes of red on his palms.

With a sigh, Arthur crouched before him, holding out a handkerchief. He took the boy's hand and cleaned up the small beads of blood. “We’ll have to get you bandages and a proper cleaning but this should help for now. Are you out here alone?”

The boy looked around before nodding. “I can’t find my brother,” he whispered wetly, “I was just with him but…”

“It’s okay. We’ll find him.” Arthur looked over the boy. There was something familiar about those piercing eyes. “Is your brother by chance a guard?”

“Mhm…He’s the captain.”

Just his luck.

Arthur looked longingly at his book before offering his hand to the boy. “Come. We’ll look for him together.

The boy stared at the hand, lip quivering, eyes widening in realization.

“I may be the prince, but there is no need to fret. Your brother will surely not let anything happen to you if anyone complains.”

The boy finally accepted the extended hand and followed Arthur back into the castle.

“What’s your name by the way?” Arthur asked. “You already presumably know mine.”

“Ludwig…”

“Nice to meet you, Ludwig.”

— — —

“The roses are particularly lush this year don’t you think?” Arthur mused, cradling one of them in his hand.

Ludwig just hummed half-heartedly, eyes trained everywhere but the rose bush.

“Sound more enthusiastic, will you? You used to love the roses almost as much as I.”

Arthur snipped the flower off, tucking it behind Ludwig’s ear.

“I’m working Arthur,” Ludwig hissed, tightening his hold on his spear.

Arthur waved his hand. “I’m the Queen, you cannot get in trouble on my watch. Plus, you’re always going above and beyond. You deserve a break.”

Fingers grazed Ludwig’s cheek. The guard only shuttered away. “I may not get in trouble, but you may. If I let my guard down for just a second, who knows–”

“Shhhhh.” Arthur lifted his finger to Ludwig’s lips. “There are other guards around. Let them worry for once love.”

“But I’m your personal guard.”

Arthur sighed, giving up the fight to sit down for his afternoon tea. Looking at the spread an idea formed.

“You know…” Arthur began, fiddling with his spoon. “These sweets and tea could very well be poisoned.”

“Why would the kitchen–”

“You of all people should know there could be double agents, enemies hiding in plain sight.” Arthur held up a lemon square to Ludwig. “Maybe you should test them for me.”

Ludwig’s eyes narrowed. Arthur knew that Ludwig knew what he was doing. Arthur just smirked.

Ludwig took a bite of the pastry. Though he tried to keep a hard look, Arthur could see the glint of joy in his eyes. Ludwig always had a weakness for sweets.

As Ludwig began to enjoy the sweets, Arthur couldn’t help but smile. He had come so far from that teary-eyed boy with the scrapes on his knees. It was now Ludwig caring for him, protecting him. And they’d grown so much closer. How times had changed.

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 4

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Prompt: Secret Agents || Overworking

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 1560

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You and Me

Ludwig had always known what he was putting on the line when he got into the spy business. The danger, the secrecy, all work no play. And he had been happy with that. Work always had come first in his life anyway, and he was being useful keeping people safe, not to mention the adrenaline high that came with every mission.

But then he was paired with a top British spy. Then he fell in love with that British spy. Then he confessed to said spy because he thought they were going to die. And in the biggest turn of events, the British spy–Arthur–returned his feelings.

Suddenly there was something more than work, something more exhilarating than adrenaline. Life was fuller, and Ludwig was happier than he thought possible.

Until everything came crashing down, literally.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Some mid-tier art thief. Ludwig had been taking a lot of these kinds of low-risk assignments. Perhaps it was that brush with death that put things into perspective, or maybe now he had a future to be thinking about beyond work.

Ludwig had done many missions like that in his early years in the field. Perhaps that had lulled into a false sense of security. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t hear the beeping of the bomb until it was too late.

His legs were never the same after that. He was lucky to be able to walk at all, but he could only go a short distance before his legs started to lock up. He could never return to the world of espionage.

It was hard at first, but now that he wasn’t a German super spy, he could move in with his lover in England. If it wasn’t for Arthur and the three dogs they got together, Ludwig couldn’t imagine how that period of recovery would have gone otherwise.

Ludwig settled into the role of house husband as Arthur continued his spy work. It was surprisingly fulfilling, though Ludwig always enjoyed cleaning and baking. Now he had more time for his hobbies, to have pets, things he didn’t know he longed for.

It was close to perfect except…

“Are you sure you’re okay staying home? Are you sure you’re okay alone here for weeks?”

Even Ludwig knew what Arthur meant: “Do you miss it? Are you unhappy without spy work?”

Ludwig wasn’t. In the beginning, yes he missed it, and it was a hard pill to swallow knowing he could never go back. But once he started, it grew on him. And this way, he could ensure he would always be there for Arthur, their future was less uncertain. Yet Arthur failed to see it all.

But still, they were happy.

Until Ludwig started to realize the heaviness in Arthur’s shoulders, the bags under his eyes. They were going out less and less during the periods Arthur was off, but the worst of it was the bruises and marks Ludwig began to spot. Sure minor injuries were to be expected, but not this often. Whenever he caught a glimpse of one it made him sick. Who knew what kind of danger Arthur was narrowly escaping?

When would Arthur’s luck run out like Ludwig’s did?

So after a month-long mission, Ludwig prepared one a roast, a recipe Arthur’s mother had taught him early on in the relationship alongside a homemade angel food cake for dessert.

“Lud? I’m home,” Arthur called.

“In the kitchen.”

Arms slinked around Ludwig’s waist as he put the last touches on the cake. Arthur tried to swipe some of the icing, only for Ludwig to hit his hand.

“Dinner first,” Ludwig tisked.

“Fine…”

With dinner eaten and moving on to cake, Ludwig finally spoke up. He had been rehearsing it in his head all day. Taking a breath he began:

“Have you…ever considered…maybe giving up espionage and finally settling down?”

Arthur’s fork clattered to the table. “What?”

“Give up espionage and–”

“No.”

“But–”

“How could you even ask that? You know how much I love this job.”

“And I loved it too, but Arthur, I should know better than anyone how dangerous this is. We’re starting to build a life together but–”

“This has been my dream since I was young. I can’t just throw it all away?”

“So I’m not worth it?” The words were leaving Ludwig’s mouth before he could even process it.

“That’s not what I–”

“It was my dream too, and you know it. But is it really worth the risk? I’m happy now. Knowing that I have something beyond work. That I actually have a set future. No more uncertainty. And I want to marry you someday, but I can’t do that when--”

Ludwig wouldn’t remember the words exchanged, but they both had said things that hurt, things they didn’t mean, and in their anger, it only made it hurt more.

“It was just a suggestion,” Ludwig whispered sharply, putting an end to the conversation. “Do what you want. I’m going to bed.”

Arthur didn’t argue or protest, he just huffed off to his study.

— — —

Arthur didn’t go to bed that night. He decided to camp out on the couch so both he and Ludwig could cool off.

As he stared at the ceiling, Ludwig's words echoed in his mind.

Ludwig wasn’t meant to live.

After the explosion, doctors said he had a slim chance of ever coming off life support. Those days, waiting, praying, were all a blur, but Arthur would never forget the day Ludwig had opened his eyes, finally squeezing his hand back. Arthur couldn’t remember the last time he had been that happy.

Ludwig wasn’t meant to walk again. But with a great physio team and his unwavering desire to keep himself moving, he had beaten the odds. He couldn’t travel long distances now without a cane or a wheelchair, but he could walk. He could do housework. He could even go for short jogs around the block.

Ludwig was lucky. Arthur would probably not be as lucky.

Being a spy had been Arthur’s dream since he first saw them in movies. It was everything he wanted to be: charming, cunning, clever, a true gentleman who also helped keep people safe. But now there was Ludwig. Someone who loved him. Someone who cared for him. Someone afraid of losing him. And the more Arthur thought about it, he didn’t want to lose Ludwig either.

How could they ever start to build a life together while Arthur was gallivanting about the world, no contact with loved ones for weeks, even months, not knowing if he’d get home alive?

How would Ludwig have felt if Arthur was the one who ended up in the hospital, a hair from death?

Arthur didn’t get much sleep that night.

— — —

The smell of bacon grease seeped into his nostrils, waking him up with a comforting warmth. Arthur’s stomach growled as he stretched.

Cautiously, he approached the kitchen. Even after all these years and all his spy training, he couldn’t read Ludwig. He often looked troubled even when he wasn’t, with furrowed brows, and lips drawn in a thin line. But he could at least sense Ludwig was still upset.

“I’m sorry,” Arthur murmured, “I didn’t mean anything I said yesterday. I know you aren’t trying to crush my dream. I–”

“I’m sorry for losing my temper.”

“You had every right to.”

Ludwig shrugged. “It didn’t help the situation. And it’s not my place to stop you from continuing to pursue your dream.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Arthur went on, arms wrapping around Ludwig’s waist, chin just barely reaching to rest on Ludwig’s shoulder. “I’ve been in this field for almost a decade. Many would say I’ve already reached my dream of being a spy. And I think they’re right. I can’t really climb any higher without getting taken out of field work, which was the only position I could see myself in. I think I need a new dream.”

Hands trailed along Ludwig’s abdomen. Ludwig took in a sharp breath.

Arthur smirked. Such a sensitive spot. He must have gotten soft in his years at home or perhaps it was a show of trust. “As I was saying. My new dream is you, me, a little cottage in the countryside, safe and sound. No running around the world, no brushes with death, just you and me, the dogs. We can get married. Whatever we want. Together.”

“Maybe you should be a romance writer,” Ludwig teased though he leaned back into the hold. “With all those sappy lines.”

Arthur pursed his lips. He knew Ludwig meant to taunt him, but becoming an author didn’t sound half bad. He had always liked writing as a hobby. Perhaps now he could use that.

“That can be decided at a later time. Right now, I have a lot to make up to you.”

Arthur nuzzled Ludwig’s neck before nipping at it lightly.

Ludwig steeled himself, suddenly pulling away to set up Arthur’s plate. “Breakfast first.”

“Then all day in bed,” Arthur smirked.

Ludwig let out a dramatic groan. “I guess.” But Arthur knew better. The small curl of Ludwig’s lip, the faint blush. The glint in his eye. How could he ever leave this for months on end?

“I love you,” Arthur whispered.

“I love you too. Now eat.”

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 3

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Prompt: Proposal/Wedding || Flowers/Garden

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 970

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Proposal

“Have you ever considered getting married?”

The carnation buds he was about to plant fell from Ludwig's palms. “What?”

Arthur rolled his eyes, an amused huff escaping his lips. He scooped up the bud and planted it in the spot he had made for it. “Marriage. Ever thought about it?”

Ludwig’s heart hammered in his chest, its thrumming running through each nerve. “I…never really thought about it. Our existence…Nothing seems to last. Plus…It hasn’t even been a decade since same-sex marriage was legalized. Even if I was human and could get married, it still wasn’t possible for so long.”

“Plenty of nations get married.”

“For alliances, yes. But they never last. Politics are ever-changing. Today’s ally is tomorrow’s enemy.”

“That may be true. But even then, some of those marriages still live on. Erzsébet and Roderich got remarried. Roderich also is reconnecting with Toni. Czechia and Slovakia may not have remarried yet, but they’re dating. Francis and Allie have been discussing getting–”

“Okay fine. I meant legally we can’t get married for love. Things are too turbulent.”

Arthur scoffed, hands thrown into the air. “Who cares about what the law thinks? It’s just for…the symbolism you know? And we no longer have to be tools for our government.”

Ludwig planted the next carnation, its yellow petals smiling up at him. Ludwig wasn’t smiling. “But we’re still the representation of our people. They influence is and–”

“But we can still be our own people,” Arthur bursted, “Our people’s influence is no more than a thought drifting through our heads.”

“I never coloured you as an optimist Arthur.”

“I expected you of all people–” Arthur rose to his feet, rubbing his dirt-covered hands against his pants. “You know what? Forget I said anything. I’m done for the day.”

“Should I–”

“Do whatever you want. Keep planting, come inside, go home. I don’t care.”

“Arthur…”

But Arthur was already heading inside.

For the rest of the afternoon, Arthur was silent. Ludwig wanted to ask why exactly Arthur blew up over this, but he knew when Arthur gave the silent treatment, that meant he needed some time to cool off. That evening Arthur ate dinner in the study, claiming he was going to work on his writing. When they went to bed, Arthur faced away from Ludwig, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself. Ludwig’s hand twitched, desperate to reach for him. But he didn’t. They needed space. and Ludwig would give it to him.

— — —

Sleepless night or not, Ludwig awoke at the crack of dawn as usual. His mind never pausing on its replay of his argument with Arthur. Did Arthur want to get married? He never mentioned it before. Never seemed like the type to settle down either. Did he want to marry Ludwig specifically? What brought this on all of a sudden?

Or perhaps it was more of Ludwig bringing up the painful side of their existence. The burning question of where the nation ended and the human began. What that could possibly mean for them. He dug the edge of his palms into his temples. Why did he over-explain himself? To bring that up?

He needed a jog. Clear his head. Breakfast could wait just this once.

Arthur was up when Ludwig entered the bedroom. Ludwig froze, back stiffening. Arthur was rarely up this early unless…

“Do you want to get married?” Ludwig blurted out. “I-I don’t mean like a proposal I just…I want to understand what’s going on.”

“Maybe…I don’t know…” Arthur huffed, flopping back down on the pillow. “I never considered it before. Like you said, we couldn’t do so legally except for alliances that never lasted. But haven’t you realized? We’re immortals, we’re nations, but we’re also human. We have our own wants, we fall in love, we form friendships, we desire connection. And I guess…When I see the couples go by with matching rings, or when I pass a wedding magazine, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to just have a ceremony. A reception with friends and family.”

Arthur shook his head, covering his face with his arm. “It’s so sappy that even I cringe but–”

“I’m not ready,” Ludwig cut in, “We’ve only been together since the 70s and–”

“That’s not long for our kind,” Arthur finished. “I know. I didn't mean to imply that we’d do so now. It’s just that…with all this talk about possibly walking out of our government jobs, the idea we could actually move in together if we go down that path, a wedding seems more possible now than ever. I was just…mm…testing the water I guess. But we don’t have to. Just…And I’m going to sound cheesy here…I’m just happy to be with you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What.”

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed. “I said I’ll think about it. But I’m far from ready for it.”

There was a rustling, arms wrapping around Ludwig’s waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. I’m sorry for pressuring you. Even though it wouldn’t be legally binding, it’s still a big step.”

Ludwig leaned back into the embrace. “Okay.”

“And you don’t really think we don’t have free will?”

“I…Well, considering I fell in love with you when I did. When we were still enemies. And it never faded.”

“I get it, they’re loud sometimes. But we still choose in the end right. Like we chose this?”

Ludwig nodded, turning back to peck Arthur’s temple. “Now that everything is settled, are you up for some breakfast?”

“Hmm. No.”

Arthur pulled Ludwig back onto the bed. Ludwig let him, twisting around to properly wrap his arms around him. “Fine. A few minutes of cuddling. To make up for last night.”

“Oh of course,” Arthur teased, burying his nose in Ludwig’s hair.

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GerEng Week Day 3: Wedding

Me and my friends months ago did a GerEng wedding. And the place of their wedding was Hjorleifshofdi Cave in iceland so pfc i had to make that the background

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GerEng Week Day 2: Cottage/Cabin

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 2

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Prompt: Supernatural/Fantasy || Cabin/Cottage

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 1615

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A Meal for a Meal

Approaching a stranger's door in the middle of the night probably wasn’t Arthur’s wisest idea. At best it would disturb someone who was possibly asleep, and at worst, the person was a killer, and he’d find himself in a slasher film. But when your car broke down, and your phone died halfway through your drive because it needed a new battery, options were limited. 

He approached the Victorian-style home cautiously. Its stately peaks, casting another layer of darkness over him. If his hair wasn’t standing on end and he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder, perhaps he would label this as his dream home come to life. The steps creaked as he ascended to the porch. They quaked beneath him, in great need of replacement. He knocked on the door, trying to settle the pit of foreboding in his stomach. 

A few firm knocks later, a man was towering over him, his cold eyes seeming to glow. Hypnotic yet chilling. 

“Can I help you?” The man asked, face as icy and pale as his eyes.

“Oh uh…” he hadn’t realized he had zoned out, still staring intently into the man’s eyes. “Sorry…I-I…My car broke down just down the street. Do you have a phone I can use?”

“...Yes…This way.”

The man led him inside, and into the living room and over to the landline. Arthur tried to shake away the dizziness that seemed to grip him as soon as he entered the house. 

“I’ll give you some privacy,” the man murmured. His brows were furrowed, a look of…fear? In his eyes as he departed. 

Arthur knew he should pay more attention to it, but instead, he focused on the phone call so he could get out of the man’s hair. 

With a tow truck on its way, Arthur decided to return to his car. He wandered out into the hall, peeking into the kitchen and what was presumably a study to let his short-time host that he was going to head out and thank him for letting him use the phone. But he was nowhere to be found. Arthur debated going upstairs, but it felt intrusive. At the same time, he couldn’t leave without a word.

When he got to the top, everything was dark, quiet. It looked like a setting for the horror movies Alfred was so fond of. 

“Um…Sir? I don’t mean to intrude but…I just wanted to let you know, I’m finished with the phone and–”

The door at the farthest end of the hall creaked, and two eyes glowing in the dark stared out from the room. Arthur wasn’t one to scare easily. He had always had an interest in the paranormal, but those eyes stared at him like a cat at a mouse. 

“Thank you for letting me use your phone,” Arthur went on, voice strong though his legs felt like they were about to give out. Had it always been this cold? “But I really must be going.”

The predatory eyes softened, almost with hesitancy before slipping into the room. 

A smarter man, a man who valued his life, would have left then and there. But Arthur lost his self-preservation long ago. He approached the room, not entering it just yet. “Everything alright there, mate?”

“Go,” the man growled, voice choked.

“You don’t sound okay though. I can’t just leave you–”

The man lunged out of the darkness. “GET OUT!”

Arthur stumbled back, almost falling in the process if it wasn’t for the strong arms that caught him. 

The man’s eyes were staring at him again like he was prey. His lips parted slightly, revealing the tips of two sharp canines. Everything clicked. 

“You’re hungry aren’t you?” Arthur breathed. 

“You’re not sca–No. You need to go. I…”

“What’s your name?”

“I…” The man looked away, swallowing thickly. “Ludwig.”

“Arthur.”

“What?”

“My name is Arthur. Figured we should introduce ourselves if we’re going to–”

Ludwig’s face hardened. “ You  are going to leave.”

“I should have known by your sickly complexion, the dizziness I felt around you, the way I couldn’t look away. I know what you are, and it’s okay.” Arthur raised his wrist to Ludwig. “You  need  human blood. You can’t go forever without it, and you know it.”

“I just met–”

“Doesn’t matter. Just do it. Wouldn’t be the first time…”

Ludwig licked his lips, staring at the wrist hungrily. He cautiously took it. With an affirming nod from Arthur, Ludwig drew his fangs and pierced the tender flesh. 

Arthur winced, but the slight sting did not last long before a euphoric warmth washed over him. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed. It was intoxicating, filling him with a light feeling, fog settling over his brain. Like being high. 

His legs began to shake. Luckily Ludwig still had a hold on him, so when his legs did give out, Ludwig kept him upright. 

It only lasted a few minutes, but for Arthur, it felt longer. He shivered when Ludwig lapped up the last of the blood that trickled out. 

“Arthur?” Ludwig called, though he sounded so much farther than he was, “Arthur are you okay?”

Arthur’s tongue weighed heavy in his mouth, his vision blotted with dots. 

“Arthur? Arthur!...thur? Ar…thur.”

— — — 

Arthur came to a couple of hours later. For a moment, he thought he might have dreamed the whole car breaking down and then becoming a vampire’s food. But this wasn’t his bed and his arm was wrapped in a bandage. 

Despite still feeling light-headed, Arthur sat up, looking around the room. It was rather large, probably the cleanest and most sturdy looking out of all the rooms he had seen so far, but it was hard to tell in the darkness.

“Ludwig?” Arthur called, voice soft, syllables caught in his throat. “Are…Are you still there?”

He rose to his feet, head spinning, he tried to take a step, but he only fell forward. But he never hit the floor, once again wrapped into a warm embrace. Which was surprising considering those arms belonged to the undead. 

“You have a nasty habit of falling don’t you,” Ludwig chuckled. 

It felt as though Arthur’s stomach would flop onto the floor. But he didn’t want to leave the hold even with the fear his guts would spill at any moment. It must have been a side effect of the blood-drinking. 

Ludwig easily scooped him up and laid him back on the bed. 

“I think I may have taken a bit too much,” Ludwig explained, tucking Arthur back into bed, “So please. Stay the night and rest. It’s the least I can do after what you did for me.”

“Okay…But could I get some water?”

“Oh…Oh yes of course. Sorry.” 

The water helped clear the last of the fog, but his body still felt heavy.

“Are you…hurt at all?” Ludwig asked hesitantly, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. 

“No. I mean, I may have a small mark for a bit, but nothing is painful.”

Ludwig ran his fingers over the bandage. He pulled away quickly, cheeks slightly pink. “Sorry…Um…You should probably sleep.”

Arthur, also blushing, looking to the side awkwardly, nodded along.

“Wait,” Arthur blurted, “What happened with my car?”

“Don’t worry. I-I handled it. It should be good to go tomorrow morning. Another thank you for the…meal.”

“You don’t–”

Ludwig shook his head. “We’re strangers Arthur and yet you…”

“It was really nothing. I’ve done it before. Can’t have someone starving in front of me.”

“I…” Ludwig muttered under his breath, something Arthur couldn’t catch. “Nevermind. Just rest.”

Arthur was too tired to argue so he let it go, snuggling further into the sheets. 

— — —

The next morning, Arthur was as good as new. Not even the puncture wound was bleeding anymore.  

He pulled himself out of bed and headed downstairs. Crinkling was coming from the kitchen as he approached, and something sweet hung in the air. “Ludwig?” Arthur called, peeking into the kitchen. 

“Oh! Good morning Arthur. Your car should be all set, but I figured you’d be hungry so I picked you up some pastries.”

“Ludwig you–”

“A meal for a meal. Please.”

“You offered me a place to stay, fixed my car, and now this?”

“I could have killed you,” Ludwig shot back, “This is nothing.”

Arthur sighed and took the food. Ludwig didn’t seem like someone you wanted to argue with. Or perhaps less you didn’t want to argue and more like you couldn’t win. He nibbled at a fruit tart. “So…I guess I’ll be going…Thank you for everything.”

“Thank  you  for…everything.”

There was an awkward silence save for the dripping of a possibly leaking sink. 

“Do you–”

“Can you–”

Arthur huffed in amusement.

“You first,” Ludwig offered.

“I…If you ever need some human blood again…I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

“Arthur–”

“You want to be a healthy vampire, you need human blood every now and then.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Um…” Arthur drawled, leg bouncing, “Let’s just say I…work…With your kind. Like a counselor of sorts.”

Ludwig quirked a brow. “So you know what you’re getting into?”

“More or less.”

Ludwig bit his lip. “Let me sleep on it. I’ll let you know in a few days at the most.”

Arthur was already scrawling his number onto a scrap piece of paper. “Here. When you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Arthur. Really.”

“If this is going to work, enough with the thank yous,” Arthur groaned, already heading to the door, “It gets old fast.”

“O-Okay. Um…See you around?”

Arthur turned his head, showing his smirk. “I’ll see you again Ludwig.”

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Gereng Week Day 1: Angel/Demon

When the Virtue of Diligence and Sin of Pride are forced to work together (why? Idk but they fall in love)

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Neko!England and Neko!Germany enjoyng a calm day @gereng-week

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Day 1: Angel/Demon

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Day 1: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1

Let's try this again lol

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Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng

Word Count: 1208

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.

The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon

“Luci, baby how are ya?”

It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’

“Fuck off.”

God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”

“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”

“Well… You see…I have this angel.”

“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”

“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”

“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”

A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”

“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.

“Are you back? How dare you–”

“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”

“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”

“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”

“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”

“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.

“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.

“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”

— — —

Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.

This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.

“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.

Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.

“No.”

“Arthur.”

“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.

Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”

A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.

Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.

“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”

“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.

Wait…That couldn’t be…

“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.

Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.

The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”

Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”

“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.

Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”

“You slimy frog.”

“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”

Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.

Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”

Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”

“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”

Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.

“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”

The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”

“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”

“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”

“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”

Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.

Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.

“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.

Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”

“God…What have I gotten myself into.”

As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?

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Demon Neko!England flying with Angel Neko!Germany I love drawing sky scenes, with clouds and stuff prompt: Angel/Demon

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Please ignore the last few posts I've made on this blog. I just started my exchange so I'm a little mixed up on dates. Reminder to everyone including myself, the event starts October 4th.

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