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telltalia · 4 years

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wuɳɗɛʀรcɦöɳ, PT 1

Wuɳɗɛʀรcɦöɳ, Germany x Reader

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Written back in 2017 during my crazy Germany phase and when I was just starting my German lessons. Now, I’m starting my 3rd year of the German language. Wow. Time is an illusion. It might be a bit cringey because I had just begun writing at the time, but I was really proud of it and still do kinda like it.

-December 23-

'Shit, shit, shit.’

You were currently wandering, lost, through a city miles and miles away from your hometown- scratch that- your home country! Such a good idea to try to navigate through a foreign country without knowing a speck of the language. Well, other than simple high school education. How did you end up in this situation again? Oh yeah, your sister. Your sister's boyfriend, to be exact.

Your sister decided to move to Germany with her boyfriend Gilbert a few months ago, and she wanted you to come to visit. Of course, you've always wanted to visit a foreign country, but sadly, this meant leaving your safe, warm house and heading out into the cold foreign lands. You still remember that phone call. "Hey, (Y/N)! Gilbert and I think it would be awesome if you could come to visit us over Christmas! We'll even send you money for a plane ticket if you need it!" After a lot of persuading, you finally gave in and promised to come as soon as you could. "Awesome!" Gilbert had answered. "When you get off the plane head to the train station! I'll have my brother pick you up from there." They were strange instructions, but Gil was a strange person. So you packed a duffel bag of the essentials, and here you were, a few weeks later in the German city of Munich. It was quite beautiful, but sadly you were too busy focusing on the cold. You knew it'd be cold, considering its winter, but not this cold! You made a mental note to kick Gilbert once you saw him again. Furrowing deeper into your coat, you looked up to the sign once again with determination. What does it say? It can't be that hard to figure it out. "Damn it..." you muttered softly. If only you could use your phone to translate it. But sadly, you didn't have Wifi, and you were stupid enough to forget to download something beforehand to help you. Now, here you were with only a heavy coat and a stressed mind, standing in the soft winter flurries. All you needed was the train station. But sadly, you didn't recognize any of the words on this sign. Sighing deeply, you stepped back and moved to the side so that other people could read it, not noticing the pair of soft blue eyes that followed you gently. Spotting a small bench, you brushed the snow off of it and sat, discouraged. It was only a few moments until: "Entschuldigung, ist alles in Ordnung?" You jumped a bit and glanced up to make eye contact with a sturdy man, who immediately glanced away shyly. "Es tut mir Leid. Es geht mich wirklich nichts an." He continued talking, and you panicked. ‘Okay, okay, think!’ You ordered yourself. ‘High school German class, come back to me!’ "U-uh. I-Ich... sp-spreche kein... or is it keine? No... shit." The young man glanced back at you with a patient look in his eyes, and under his soft blue gaze, you felt even more shy. "I-Ich spreche kein Deutsch." You finally managed, though it sounded more like a question than a statement. The man ran his hand through his slicked-back blond hair, raised his eyebrows and nodded in understanding. Both of you seemed a little bit awkward. "Oh? Englisch?" You nodded, finally feeling a glimmer of hope on this trip. Maybe he could help you. "Do you know any English? I-uh... I mean... sprechen du... I mean Sie! Sprechen Sie Englisch?" Your cold cheeks practically lit aflame when the man let out a stifled, barely noticeable chuckle at your attempts. "Yes, I know English." You never thought you could fall in love with a voice, but that low German accent speaking in English was the nicest sounding thing you've ever heard. God... you don't even know the man and you're imagining what his voice would sound like whispering words of endearment. It sounded so gentle the way he spoke. "Well..." You began with a sigh. "That's a relief." "I... um," the man stumbled over his words a bit. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to speaking in English, or maybe it was simply because he was shy. Either way, you found it cute, almost endearing. "It may not be my business, but you looked a bit stressed. I suppose it's because you couldn't read the sign back there?" "Yeah." You nodded shyly, feeling silly. "I was, uh, looking for the train station and I couldn't tell what the sign was saying. I'm surprised I got this far." "I could get you to it if you want." Quickly, you shook your head. "I don't want to inconvenience you! I'll find it eventually!" "Nein, nein. I was on my way there anyway. I'm supposed to pick someone up." Suddenly, something hit you. Metaphorically, that is. You knew there was something familiar about his face. As strange as it seemed, you felt as if you had seen this stranger before. And you had. When your sister first met Gilbert, she would send emails and messages every night. Some of these messages included photos of her and Gilbert. Most of the time it was just her showing something stupid Gilbert was doing- drunk or not- and other times, it was both of them, pulling a prank on Gilbert’s poor, unsuspecting brother. You always thought that he was kind of cute but, if this was him, he’s certainly more than you expected. "I, uhh." How could you word this that doesn't make it sound creepy? "You wouldn't happen to know a Gilbert, would you? Beilschmidt?” The man’s face twisted up in confusion. “Yes, I do. He’s my brother.” “Well. Then I think you’re the person I’m looking for.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m (Y/N). My sister is dating your brother.” You cringed a bit at the last line. ‘Wow, what a way to introduce yourself. Smooth.’ “Well, that’s convenient, isn’t it?” He shook your hand, eyeing you in curiosity. “Ludwig.” He introduced himself simply, nodding. After introducing himself, he pulled his hand away and ran it over his smooth hair again. This seemed to be a habit of his. Maybe he was nervous- or just shy. He continued analyzing you, with a soft look of bewilderment on his face, making you feel all the more uncomfortable. You took the quick chance to inspect him as well. He stood quite a few- and I mean many- inches taller than you, and behind the thick winter coat, you could tell he had a sturdy and firm build. He must definitely work out. He had light blonde hair slicked back on his head and adorned with a few unmelted snowflakes, and baby blue eyes. Eyes that met yours. After only a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he looked away quickly, focusing his gaze on the ground with a blush on his face. “You’re different than I thought you would be.” your cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Did that mean he was thinking about you? What did he think you were going to be like? And why did something as little as that matter to you? “What did you think I’d be like?” “Well, your sister is quite…” he paused, looking for the right word. It was obvious he didn’t want to offend you or your sister. “Annoying?” For the first time since you’d met him, Ludwig let a small smile span across his face. “Annoying, ja. Almost as much as my brother. But you on the other hand.” He paused again, “You seem like a nice woman. Smarter than your sister. More modest. And a lot smarter than Gilbert, that Dummkopf. It’s nice to know I won’t have another idiot in my house.” That complement left you flushed, not in embarrassment, but in satisfaction. “O-oh.” you smiled at him. “Thank you.” “Bitte.” Another moment of silence followed his response, and you decided it was time to go. “Do you have a car? We should probably get to Gilbert’s house. Or is it your house?” “He lives in my house. But I have Gilbert’s car right now.” he waved his hand in a 'come along' fashion and turned towards where the car apparently was. He opened the door and motioned for you to get in. "I can put your bags in the trunk if you wish." He suggested hesitantly. It was obvious he didn't talk to girls frequently. "T-thanks." You smiled at him, and he quickly looked away, putting your bags away and then sliding into the driver's side next to you. As he started the car and began the drive, you tried to strike up a conversation. "So... how far is your house?" "Ehhm, nicht weit. Not far. Just outside the city. About 10 minutes." Silence once again. You gazed out the window a bit, taking in some of the passing houses. This was such a pretty town. "This is such a pretty city." You sighed dreamily. "Ja, it's one of my favorite places in Germany." Ludwig responded. "How many other places have you been?" You glanced over at Ludwig and met his gaze. He immediately looked back to the road with a blush. "Well, mein Bruder and I lived in Berlin for most of our lives. We came here for Oktoberfest one year and he liked it so much he wanted to move here." He let out a soft scoff and you couldn't help but imagine Gilbert drunk off his ass and begging to live here. "I prefer the North. Although Munich is sehr schön." You almost melted at the way the German word rolled off his tongue so naturally. He glanced aside at you awkwardly. "S-So... how long are you staying?" "Just three days. Until Christmas evening. I don't have much family at home so when my sister called I decided 'Why not?' Just a few days won't hurt." "You don't have any family at home?" "Well, you know. Everyone is too busy to celebrate Christmas with me. So I'm usually alone on Christmas." A slight look of pity crossed Ludwig's eyes. "How long have you been living alone? You don't look that old." "No, I'm only 20. I've been on my own since I turned 18. I was pretty good financially, so as soon as I was done with high school I moved out." "Well, this year I'm sure Gilbert and (S/N) will make sure to have a big celebration." He glanced at you reassuringly. "It sounds like them." You laughed. Looking out the window a bit, you noticed Ludwig pull into a driveway surrounded by trees. "Are we here already?" "Ja, come on." You hopped out of the car and went to help Ludwig with your bags. "Nein, (Y/N). I've got them. Go tell them we're here." You gave Ludwig a small nod of appreciation and turned towards the house. It was nicely sized, and made of stone. You stepped up the steps to the door and knocked, from inside you could hear several bodies scrambling to the door. Suddenly, the door was thrown open and you were surrounded by different sounds, feelings, and smells. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! OH MY GOD, YOU'RE HERE." Before you even noticed the dogs, you were stumbling backward into a sturdy chest. Ludwig held you protectively and quickly got the dogs to back down. "Aster, Berlitz, Blackie! Halt! Runter!" You glanced at Ludwig and he at you for a few moments before the three dogs sat obediently in the doorway, moving aside so that Gilbert and your sister could tackle you with hugs. "Man! I haven't seen you in so long! This is awesome!" Your sister examined you, taking in the slight differences. "How'd you like my lesser awesome little brother?" Gilbert. Separating from Ludwig, you gave Gilbert's shoulder a light punch. And laughed. "He was nice. Stop it." "Ow! (S/N), she's abusing me!" "Come on sis, I'll show you where you can put your stuff." You took your bags out of Ludwig's hands, glancing up at him in thanks once again, before following your sister. As she was walking you through the halls, she nudged you gently. "Sooooo... what do you think?" "About what?" Your sister snickered softly. "About Luddy." A blush lit you face up quickly, and your sister immediately noticed. "Aha! You like him." "N-no! It's not... It's not like that. He's really nice!" "And hot too, right?” Judging by the embarrassed look that spread across your face, she continued “Come on. Even if you don't like him, you've gotta admit..." you stayed silent for a few moments, before deciding it was useless to argue with her. "Okay... yeah, I think he's kind of hot." you smiled softly, instantly regretting it when your sister let a wide grin spread across her face in a “ha-ha, I got you.” kind of way. "Oh man, you do! You're in lo~ove." “What?! But you just said-” your sister cut you off, arriving in an empty room. “Okay, (Y/N). You wanna know the real reason I wanted you to come over here?” “Because you miss me and wanted me to experience traveling to another country?” you asked dryly. “Well, that too. But mostly, I wanted you to meet Luddy. I mean, he’s perfect for you! Plus, both of you are lonely as shit. So I wanted you to get to know each other.” you turned bright red. "You mean the only reason I came here was that you wanted to set me up?" "Okay, I can understand if you're mad. But seriously. Ludwig's just your type. You even said he's really nice." "I think a lot of people are really nice. It doesn't mean I want to date them!" You sighed and set your stuff down on the bed. “Is this my room?” “Well, it's actually mine. But you can sleep in here tonight. I'm gonna be with Gilbert.” she winked at you suggestively and you groaned. “God, please keep me out of your sex life.” “That's gonna be hard to do tonight. It's gonna be a bit loud.” Before you could attack your sister, Gilbert burst into the room. “Yo! We made food!” “You mean I made food!” Lud’s voice boomed from down the hall. "Was? Come on, I helped!" Gilbert then turned to (S/N) and they started intensely making out. You stood quickly and walked out. "Tell mein Bruder we won't be having dinner for a bit." Gilbert said, as he and (S/N) made their way to his room. You groaned and Ludwig came down the hallway in a black tee-shirt and sweatpants, an apron draped over his shoulder. "Aren't they coming?" You have him a look, and he suddenly understood. "Ugh." He shook his head. "Well, you're still a guest, and you must be hungry- " As if on cue and trying to embarrass you, your stomach grumbled softly, and you blushed. "Ja. Really hungry." He turned and you followed him to the kitchen, where he motioned for you to sit before setting a large bowl of food in front of you. "It's just some soup." Ludwig explained softly, now seeming embarrassed himself as he set some food down for the three dogs and then sat across from you at his own bowl. "It's good." You stated simply. You couldn't help but feel awkward around him now. You thought you were making a friend, and then your sister had to tell you she wanted to set you two up. You couldn't see him any differently now. You glanced up at him discreetly. His smooth blonde hair was still slicked back, and his blue eyes were closed as he swallowed down some soup. Your observation from earlier had been correct. He was muscular; he definitely works out. But at the same time, he wasn't bulky. Now wearing short sleeves, you could see his strong arms and through his sweatpants, you could see his muscular legs, and you could just drool at it. He looked... amazing. Soon you were both done eating, and you offered to help him wash the dishes. "No, no, no. You're a guest." "Well, I can't let you do them alone. I don't want to feel like a burden." After a bit of persuasion, you were drying the dishes for him, and you couldn't help but think back to what your sister said earlier. Why would she want to hook you up with him? You'd only be here for a few days, and she knew you weren't the kind of person to have quick flings with people. As much as that was true, if you weren't just visiting... if the circumstances were different... you definitely thought Ludwig was a good person, so... It would be an understatement to say that you blushed at that thought. Your face completely lit up bright red. "Hallo? (Y/N)? Bist du da?" Ludwig's low voice snapped you back into the moment. "W-what?" "You were spacing out." "Sorry." "I was wondering if- um... if you were planning on doing anything the next three days?" "Well, really, I was just going to try to survive with both my sister and Gil in the same house." Ludwig smiled at your honesty, looking away slightly to try- and fail- to hide it. "How about I show you around München? You seemed so interested earlier. I-If you don't have anything else to do, that is..." "You'd really show me around?" Your eyes lit up in delight. "It's kein Problem. I'd be happy to show you around the city. You just seemed so amazed by it earlier." "What are we gonna see?" You could no longer contain your excitement. You were in Germany, for Pete's sake! "I mean, I am in Germany. I may as well do something fun." "I actually don't have any ideas yet. We could visit the Christkindlmarkt and you could get (S/N) a gift." Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "That would be great, thank you!" In the joy of the moment and the idea of spending the day in a Christmas market with a potential friend, you wrapped your arms around his firm midsection in happiness, momentarily forgetting who you were talking to. "Thank you so much." You felt Ludwig's entire body stiffen up noticeably, and you heard a dish crash into the sink. When you came to the realisation of what you did, you pulled away quickly. "Oh God, sorry! It didn't break, did it?" "Was?" Ludwig was extremely flustered as he looked back towards the sink and the broken plate. "O-oh. Ja..." "Oh, God... I'm so sorry." "It's fine, (Y/N)." "I've barely been here an hour and I already broke something." "(Y/N). Keine Bange. That plate wasn't important. Ich verspreche." Carefully picking the pieces out of the sink, he gave you reassuring glance. "I'll buy you a plate tomorrow then!" Ludwig simply sighed. "If that'll soothe your conscience. Go ahead." Standing there for a few moments with an embarrassed blush on your face as he cleaned up a mess you had caused, you decided to head to bed. "I- um, I'm going to get to sleep now. Jetlag and all..." "Alright." He replied, not meeting your gaze. "Gute Nacht." Quickly, you left the kitchen and found your way to your sister's room. Thankfully, she and Gilbert were still... ahem, busy, so you had the room to yourself. You changed into your sleep clothes and slipped under the warm covers, letting sweet dreams of Ludwig fill your mind.

Translations

-Hopefully, they’re all at least kinda correct but at the time I had only taken a few basic German classes. -

Entschuldigung, ist alles in Ordnung?- Excuse me, is everything okay?

Es tut mir Leid. Es geht mich wirklich nichts an- I'm sorry. It's really none of my business.

Ich spreche kein Deutsch- I do not speak German.

Sprechen Sie Englisch?- Do you speak English?

Dummkopf- idiot

Bitte- you're welcome

Nicht weit- not far

sehr schön- very pretty

Halt, runter- stop, sit

Bist du da?- Are you there?

kein Problem- no problem

Keine Bange- don't worry

Ich verspreche- I promise

Gute Nacht- good night

#germany x reader #reader insert #aph germany #ludwig beilschmidt

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ask-them-bois · 4 years

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Oblivious

Incoding might not have noticed what was going on, but Innocent and Ruthless definitely did.

They watched him fly out the door after getting off the phone with Decaying, and said nothing when he returned, hours later, his eyes distant and a faint smile on his lips.

They noticed that he still wore the ring his old morail had given him, playing with it when he was thinking; he never took it off, unless he was showering.

They saw the look in his eye when he reminisced on the days when he was a thief, eagerly going into detail about the ways Decaying had taught him to pick locks and silence alarms.

They heard the earnest emotion in his voice when he spoke about Decaying’s plight, about getting him some professional help for his memory loss.

They listened to the laughter that bubbled in his throat as he tried to explain the nonsense he had to listen to during his last visit, about Decaying’s theories on the Empress being a giant slug in troll skin.

And now, they shared a knowing look with one another as they caught their punk boyfriend staring out the window, playing with the ring idly as he got lost in thought. The goldblood sighed deeply, only to flinch, startled, as Ruthless flopped onto the seat next to him.

“I heard that, lad. What’s on yer mi√d?” He asked. Innocent leaned over the back of the couch, looking at the gold expectantly. Incoding looked between the two of them, then shrugged.

“N0th1ng. 1′m just-”

“… Thi√ki√g about Briga√?…” The other two chorused. Incoding paused, his mechanical eye whirring between the two of them.

“… Yeah. H0w d1d y0u-”

“It’s √ot hard ta figure out, Cody. Ye get this look in yer eye, a√’ ya start sighi√’, mopi√’ about the place like ye ca√√y thi√k of what ta do wit’ yerself.”

Incoding’s eye widened. “1 d0?” The other two nodded; Ruthless had a shit eating grin on his face, an by the crinkle of his face, Incoding could only guess that Innocent did, too. The goldblood felt heat rise in his cheeks and he glanced away, nearly striking Ruthless with his horns. “1t’s n0t l1ke… whatever y0u tw0 are th1nk1ng. He’s my best fr1end, and 1 w0rry ab0ut h1m.” He explained, his whole face turning yellow. He dared to glance back, in time to see the other two share a look. “What?” He asked, exasperated.

“… You look feverish…” Innocent murmured, chuckling.

“Aye, it’s ‘cause he’s lovesick, i√√it? He’s got the hots fer Briga√.” Ruthless chortled. Innocent nodded wisely. Incoding looked between the two of them incredulously.

“What? N0! 1 d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He insisted. They only looked at each other again, before staring at him with matching expressions that clearly said they didn’t believe him. He looked at them both, before he pushed himself to his feet. “I d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He repeated, a little louder than necessary, before he whirled around and stomped towards the stairs.

Ruthless and Innocent looked at each other as they heard the gold’s door slam shut.

Up in his room, Incoding sat down at his desk with an irritated sigh.

Stup1d m0ra1ls, he thought, what the hell was that? We’re they try1ng t0 get a r1se 0ut 0f me? 1 d0n’t feel that way f0r Br1gan! 1 d0n’t! Maybe… Ah, fuck, maybe they’re mad that 1’ve been hang1ng 0ut w1th h1m s0 much. 1t’s n0t l1ke we d0 anyth1ng amaz1ng! We cuddle 0n h1s c0uch and watch BuzzGreed Uns0lved! 0r g0 0ut t0 d1nner! 0r see m0v1es 0r dance 0r-

His thoughts suddenly stalled. Those… All sounded like dates he’d gone on with the other two, now that he thought about it. Was Brigan trying to…? Incoding pulled out his palmhusk quickly.

I: Br1, we g0tta talk.

D: Wh_?

I: Y0u, dummy. Me and y0u.

D: _h! _kay. What d_ we n–d t_ sp-ak ab_ut?

I: Me and y0u.

D: _h d-ar. Th- spawn _f whisp-rs ar- anxi_us ab_ut this. Th- m-n in th- sun hav- m- bugg-d, w- mustn’t sp-ak blatantly.*

*(oh dear. The spawn of whispers are anxious about this. The men in the sun have me bugged, we mustn’t speak blatantly.)

Incoding paused, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He snorted. Goddammit Bri, why does everything you say sound so fucking cute?

I: 0kay, f1ne. We can talk the0ret1cally, then. They w0n’t understand that.

D: Und-rst__d.

I: S0, the0ret1cally, when we hang 0ut, w0uld y0u c0ns1der s0me 0f the th1ngs we’ve been d01ng as… Dates?

D: th-_r-tically, y-s.

I: D0es that mean y0u’ve been ask1ng me 0n dates?

I: The0ret1cally?

D: Th-_r-tically, yes, I supp_s-.

Incoding’s blood pumper jumped into his throat. He swallowed.

I: S0… What are y0ur the0ret1cal feel1ngs f0r me? We hang 0ut 1n a pretty pale manner, but 1 already have Ru and 1nn0cent.

D: …

D: Th-_r-tically, my f–lings ar- n_t pal-. That ship has sunk-n int_ th- M_th-r’s maw and laid t_ r-st in th- st_mach _f h-r d-sir-s. Sh- slumb-rs with h-r jaws shut, s_ th-r- is n_ r-tri-ving it. But, sh- d_-s n_t s– th- ship that is r-ady t_ cast away, if and wh-n all cr-w m-mb-rs b_ard.*

*(Theoretically, my feelings are not pale. That ship has sunken into the Mother’s maw and laid to rest in the stomach of her desires. She slumbers with her jaws shut, so there is no retrieving it. But, she does not see the ship that is ready to cast away, if and when all crew members board.)

Incoding set the palmhusk on his desk, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling. His blood pumper was throwing itself against his ribs and he took a deep breath to steady it. Why was he so excited? He finally picked up the palmhusk again.

I: What c0l0r 1s th1s the0ret1cal sh1p that’s ready t0 cast away?

D: … Th- paint is faint, as th- s-c_nd captain is afraid t_ mak- the c_l_r p-rman-nt until th- _th-r appr_v-s, but it is as crims_n as th- bl__d that hid-s fr_m th- -mpir-. A flaming c_ral that bubbl-s in a s-a _v-r wash-d by hu-s _f unr-quit-d f–lings, brush-d _n with th- bitt-rsw–t win- _f l_nging.*

*(The paint is faint, as the second captain is afraid to make the color permanent until the other approves, but it is as crimson as the blood that hides from the Empire. A flaming coral that bubbles in a sea over washed by the hues of unrequited feelings, brushed with the bittersweet wine of longing.)

Incoding read the message. Then read it again. And again. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, both excited and frightened and delighted and apprehensive, all at once. Sweat broke out on his brow and he found it hard to swallow. He jumped as the palmhusk buzzed again.

D: If th- s-c_nd captain d_-s n_t appr_v- _f th- c_l_r, th- _th-r is fin- with pr-t-nding it is _nly a wash-d _ut pink.*

*(If the second captain does not approve of the color, the other is fine with pretending it is only a washed out pink.)

I: …

I: The 0ther capta1n needs t1me t0 th1nk ab0ut th1s c0l0r ch01ce.

D: Y-s, captain.

Incoding stuffed the palmhusk in his pocket and rose to his feet. He paced his room for a minute, before he impulsively grabbed his headphones. He slipped out the front door; Ruthless and Innocent had disappeared from the living room, but he barely noticed as he ran to his motorcycle. He tore the protective sheet off and cast it aside. Sticking his headphones on, he turned on his loudest music and got on. He kicked the bike to life and roared down the road.

From the window, the other two watched him go, sharing knowing looks with one another.

Incoding squinted his eyes against the wind, feeling it blast his hair back. The music boomed in his ears, the bass rattling down his spine. The setting around him was a blur as he topped well over 90 miles an hour. He gunned the throttle, his hands vibrating apart on the handles. Over the noise and wind, his mind was swept clean.

Finally, he could think. And think he did, picking through his own mind like he was sorting boxes; he explored each thought and where it lead, before he carefully boxed it back up and set it aside, turning and opening the next one.

He rode for hours, going far out into the country side, before finally making a loop back. By the time he rolled into the driveway, his mind was made up,and his heart was settled. He pushed down the kickstand and put the sheet over his bike, giving it a loving pat.

As he walked up the steps, he turned off his music and pushed the headphones down around his neck. He stepped inside to see Ruthless, a glass of wine in hand, walking out of the kitchen, while Innocent lounged on the couch with a book. They both looked up as he entered.

“Guys, 1… 1 th1nk 1 l0ve Br1gan.”

Decaying leaped like a startled house cat as he heard a knock on his door. He grabbed his nearest knife and quietly stalked towards the door. He turned on a small monitor, which revealed a certain goldblood standing on his doorstep. Relieved, he tossed the knife away; it embedded itself in the wall, nearly hilt deep, as he unlocked the two dozen locks.

He finally pulled the door open, but only by a crack.

“Tw1l1ght r1ches are the 0nly r1ches ga1ned h0n0rably.” Incoding said automatically. Satisfied, Decaying pulled the door open further. He stood up, looking at the goldblood apprehensively. The air was tense, taunt like the string of a bow. Incoding took a deep breath, “Dee, 1…” He sighed, chewing on his lip as he tried to put the words in order. The other waited, trembling. He finally looked up again.

“The 0ther capta1n appr0ves. He wants t0 help pa1nt the sh1p cr1ms0n.” He said finally. Decaying blinked, confused, before his eyes widened as big as they could get.

“D_-s h-, n_w?” He whispered.

Incoding nodded, swallowing nervously. Decaying looked him up and down, before he reached out and grabbed the other by his vest, pulling them inside. He slammed the door shut and pressed them against it. Incoding struggled, ready to shove the other off and yell, when he felt the madman’s lips against his.

He froze up, his eye widening, his nails digging into the wood of the door, before he gave in. He slumped against it, grabbing the rustblood by the shoulders and pulling them close. They clung to his vest tightly, before he finally jerked back.

Both men were panting, staring at one another with wide eyes. Decaying looked the gold up and down, before his face split into a wide grin.

“W-lc_m- ab_ard, Captain.”

#story time #very long post #the decaying #the incoding #shipping

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