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imaginethebeautifulworld · 4 years

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how about gil, lovi, arthur & ludwig comforting an s/o after a nightmare?

Hey, Lovely~

These ended up being a lot longer than I had anticipated, so I'm answering this ask in two parts.

First up we have the German Bros, and the tsundere boys will follow hopefully in the next day or so. Hope you enjoy!

Update 13 May 2020: Arthur and Lovino here, darlings!

Germany:

The rhythmic ticking of the cuckoo clock pendulum was among the first sounds to greet you, a grounding familiarity that quickly eased away some of the lingering fears from your dreams.

You sighed quietly, closing your eyes as you steadied your breath, hyper-aware of the room around you-

The clamminess of your skin, the faint scent of pine, the wall of warmth just beside you, the steady repetition of his breaths.

You longed to pursue more sleep; the moonlight trailing across the duvet told you that it had to be just past midnight, perhaps even one o'clock. But sleep was a finicky mistress, slipping away from your grasp with each passing tick of that damnable clock.

You sighed in agitation and moved to stand. There was no point remaining in bed if you would be staring listlessly at the ceiling for the next few hours; surely you could get some work done.

You were just toeing on your slippers when you felt the mattress shift, a groggy voice giving you pause. "What're you doing?"

You felt a sting of guilt, turning your head to face him, frowning. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you."

He was mid-yawn, tousled hair falling into his face. "It's okay." Tired eyes opened once more, the hints of concern marring his features. "What's wrong?"

You let your head hang, shoulders drooping in defeat. You hadn't wanted to bother Luddy with this, not-

"It's just this stupid nightmare I keep having; it's nothing."

You hoped he'd let it drop, your tone intentionally dismissive. Instead, his lamp clicked on, and soon a familiar figure was before you, kneeling to meet your gaze at an equal height. "Clearly it is something; you wouldn't keep having it if it wasn't bothering you."

Your gaze drifted away, floating down to where his hands were now gently holding onto yours, shadows playing on the patterned rug beneath him. Sensing your hesitation, he offered a gentle squeeze, bringing your attention once more to his eyes.

They were haunted, frantic. He was worried for you, and in the way he studied you-

Oh, Ludvig.

He saw your resolve crumble, the flicker of relief etching across his features so quickly that you could have sworn you imagined it. His voice softened, thumbs tracing over the backs of your hands. "Talk to me."

It was more a plea than a command, but enough of an order rang in those few words that you were unable to resist. The details came tumbling out, your focus only on the pieces that kept tormenting you, images that still vividly danced before you each time you closed your eyes.

He listened patiently, never once interrupting, only continuing to draw endless circles with his thumbs. At long last, your explanation was finished, and he was soon offering his advice, logical arguments that you had been repeating like a mantra since the first of this saga of night-terrors.

"Trust me, Luddy; I know it's ridiculous! It's stupid and-"

"It's not. It's clearly bothering you, and now me-"

You winced at that, guilt once more assaulting you. There was another squeeze of your hands, your attention once more back on the man before you. "Say these things were real-"

"-Ludvig."

"Hear me out."

Your annoyance was immeasurable, but you nodded your assent for him to continue.

"Say these things were real- What's the plan? What can you do to prepare?"

"I-"

You had no answer for that, your brows furrowing in confusion at his question. He offered a pointed expression, fueling your disbelief. Could it really be that simple? You let your thoughts wander briefly, considering how you would handle the events of your nightmares, what strategies would work best. Suddenly, the fears weren't as strong; having a fallback plan for each scenario- no matter how ridiculous- was actually helping you.

Your surprise was clear as you turned back to him, the question barely passing your lips. "How did-"

He was smiling, far more at ease. "I'm allowed some secrets, you know."

You whispered your thanks; you oddly felt refreshed and far more relaxed. There was a murmur of acknowledgement before blue eyes once more drew you in. "How's 'bout a slice of cake?"

You couldn't deny a small smile at the run-on syllables, another sure sign that he was still sleepy. But he was determined to see that smile, his triumph playing in a soft smirk.

"And listen to you bitch about the calories in the morning," you couldn't help but tease.

That earned a small laugh, some strange mixture of both amusement and embarrassment. "I think I can make one exception..."

There was no repressing your happiness now, all lingering traces of your dream fading away in the face of his love. "You'll have to split it with me."

He shook his head with fond exasperation, standing once more. "As expected."

Dropping a kiss to your hands, he soon drifted away, footsteps steadily making their way to the kitchen, leaving you alone with the rhythmic ticking of the handcrafted clock, gentle moonlight trailing across your feet.

Prussia:

You jolted awake with the ghost of a scream heavy on your lips.

Rapid breathing refused to slow, heart still racing in terror.

Desperation had you turning the light on, needing the visual assurance that-

That-

Where was he!

Panic played with the tattered fringes of your senses, fatigue and fear forming an insurmountable horror overwhelming all sense.

Gil-

Gil!

You were oblivious of the time, not realizing that he would be coming back from his run at any moment. As far as you were concerned, haunted by the remnants of your nightmare, your fears were not dreams at all, but a lingering eventuality that had bled into your reality.

You clung to his pillow, curling in anguish as tears slipped unbidden down your cheeks.

He was gone.

He was-

The unmistakable sound of the opening back door interrupted your thoughts, a familiar clacking of canine toenails against linoleum and squeaking sneakers sparking hope.

It was just enough to pause your paranoia, calm your spirits.

He-

Footsteps made their way up the staircase, your growing hope forcing you upright, heart beating with the desperate prayer that-

"Oh, you're awake!"

His bright smile, the strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead, the pink earbuds draped around his neck-

It was too much.

You felt yourself crumble once more- now with the added shame of him having to see you like this- his own worry clear in how he held you, begging to know what was wrong.

All of it wove together as you clung to him, the few coherent pieces of your night terrors tumbling out.

He kept smoothing his hand across your back, held you firmly against him.

Your tears eventually ceased, his light humming the only other sound in the room.

"You alright?"

No, you really weren't, but-

You closed your eyes, grounding yourself in his warmth, the weight of his fingers tracing over the veins in your wrists, the subtle scent of sweat lingering from his workout.

His head was tucked between your neck and shoulder, his arms and legs circling you from behind; he had you completely surrounded.

"I'm not leaving you."

The words were a low murmur, a warm vow against your skin. Each syllable shaped itself against your pulse point, thrummed through your veins, repeated with every beat of your heart.

"You're stuck with me; God 'emself couldn't even drag me away from you."

The firm consolation gradually forced your fears away, his gentle ministrations weaving fatigue back into your frame.

You felt him shift, and a lingering sense of panic prompted you to cling frantically to his hand.

His soft chuckle- fond, mildly bemused- breathed into your hair.

"I'm not leaving, leibe. Just... Wouldn't you prefer lying down?"

Ah.

You let him lead you, moving back beneath the covers as a single unit. He tugged you closer, moulding himself to you, weaving his fingers between your own.

Guilt chewed at you once more- awareness that you had thrown off his entire morning routine- and you attempted to pull away.

"Gil-"

"Stille," he interrupted, securing you once more in his embrace.

You smiled despite yourself, a soft sigh escaping as he pressed a kiss to your head.

"I'm not going anywhere. Get some sleep."

Any further protests faded fast, banished by his warm breaths and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back.

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ask-trans-ludwig-blog · 7 years

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Welcome

Hallo, Ich heiße Ludwig, welcome to my blog! I’m a trans guy. Feel free to ask me questions or make any art requests. I’m full of work but I always find a way to be here for you guys.

#aph germany #ludwig beischmidt #aph #hetalia #trans ludwig #trans hetalia #trans guy

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rose-wine-selfships · 4 years

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My Updated F/O List!

🌹Romantic 🌹

Edgar Allen Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Arthur Kirkland (Main F/O) 🌹✨

Mammon (Obey Me!) 🌹✨

Leviathan (Obey Me!)

Matthew Williams

Jotaro Kujo (Part 4) 🌹✨

Lisa Lisa (Part 2)

Oliver Kirkland (Nyo! Hetalia)

Frodo Baggins

Faramir

T’Challa (Black Panther)

N’Jadaka (Erik Killmonger)

MegaMind (DreamWorks)

Saeyoung Choi (Seven)

Yoosung Kim

Beast (Black Butler)

Grell Sutcliff

William T. Spears

Newt Scamander

Arsène Lupin III & Fujiko Mine (Polyamorous) 💕

🌷Queer Platonic🌷

Atsushi Nakajima (Main Plush F/O) 🌷✨

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Higuchi Ichiyo

Kouyou Ozaki

Akiko Yosano

🎶 Platonic 🎵

Osamu Dazai

Kunikida Doppo

Junichiro Tanizaki

Naomi Tanizaki

Izumi Kyouka

Feliciano Vargas

Ludwig Beilschmidt

Gilbert Beischmidt

Kiku Honda

Alfred Jones

Josuke Higashikata

Legolas

Gimli

Aragorn

Eowyn

Nakia

Shuri

Okoye

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Hyun Ryu (Zen)

Ciel Phantomhive

Elizabeth Midford

Sebastian Michaelis

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Queenie Goldstein

Tina Goldstein

Jacob Kowalski

Goemon Ishikawa XIII

Daisuke Jigen

Koichi Zenigata

The list will be continually updated from here as I go along, but for now these are all the F/Os I can list from the top of my head! For all those who are uncomfortable sharing anyone on my list; I don’t mind if you blacklist or block me. Your mental health is just as important as mine, and I don’t want people to feel horrible because of me. I personally don’t feel the need to be uncomfortable sharing my F/Os with others because I’m not really the jealous type.

I love my F/Os unconditionally, and without any restraint. And I believe love is possible through any and all universes. But for those who are comfortable enough sharing, please, I ENCOURAGE you to gush to me because I LOVE the company! Thank you all for being so supportive of me! 🙏💖✨

Sincerely,

Your local wine loving self shipper!

🍷🌹✨

#pinkprophetposts #official f/o list #updated currently #self ship related #self insert shipping #my f/os #romantic f/os #platonic f/os

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mariarockart · 7 years

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Transtalia family

Ok, nations don't give birht so no questions about why Prussia is a mother in this AU So imagine. Cismale demisexual Prussia as a mother. Bisexual genderfluid Russia as a father. And their son - transmale pansexual Germany. When Ludwig feels dysphoriac, his parents are trying to cheer him up. In a very weird way. Like Prussia dressing up like his female version and screaming "West! Look, I'm your mutti, Julhen Beischmidt, I'm chick with dick and I'm still hot and awesome!" and Russia saying something like "Your papa is a men with brests too, sunflower". And then he shows his bra. And Germany is actually laughing so hard he fells on the floor.

#transtalia #hetalia #axis powers hetalia #aph germany #aph prussia #aph russia #transgender #transmale #cisgender #genderfluid #pansexual #demisexual #biseuxal #family #dysphoria

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 4 years

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Heyy, very distressed med student here! My anatomy final exam is in a month and I feel like I don’t know crap and I am panicking like crazy, barely sleeping or eating bc doing anything that is not studying anatomy feels like wasting my time. How would Germany, England and Prussia help out? Hope you are staying safe xox

Hey, Lovely~ Hope this finds you well. ♡

Kind of made this more a generic kind of "helping their s/o with studying," but absolutely had you in mind while writing them.

England:

Arthur sometimes has a habit of losing himself in his own work, so it really wasn't until the fourth day of sharing the study with you that he realised how severely you were starting to overwork yourself. Rather than offer even a hint of the stern lecture he had prepared about preserving your mental health (and risk flaunting his own hypocrisy in regards to self-destruction), he'd make an effort to dampen any outside distractions, using muffling charms around the room and even going so far as speaking with the Fae to respect your boundaries. He sticks quietly by your side, working on his own paperwork, readings, or needlepoint, and he has a set schedule to the different teas he's been brewing for you throughout the day. It would take one very pointed inquiry from you for him to confide that he's maybe been slipping some memory enhancing spells into each cuppa.

Germany:

With Ludvig around, cramming of any caliber is often extremely unlikely. This man has a precise schedule for everything in his life, and that had long ago extended to your studying. He is worried beyond imagining at seeing your panic growing and tries his best to reassure you that you know the source material; you've been studying every day for months now! When your anxieties prove far beyond the normal level associated with prior exams, he sits down with you to reorganise your schedule, knowing that keeping to a routine will help both your focus and your health. Oh, and if you think Luddy is going to let your circadian rhythm fall out of whack, then you are dead wrong; he will carry you to bed if he must. He has taken up almost all of the chores to help ensure you stay on track. He won't discourage your passion and dedication, but he will do his best to make sure you don't accidentally crash and burn in the process.

Prussia:

Gilbert would only admit this under pain of death, but he's actually been reading your textbooks and lecture notes for months now. He gets bored sometimes, and he loves learning new things, so why not get to know more about the very thing you're invested in? When he realised the stress of your pending exam was actually starting to really eat at you way more than normal, he made sure to come up with little distractions here-and-there to keep you from drowning. Yes, he will always be the first person to encourage you to keep learning, to never stop improving, but not when one starts running themselves into the ground to do so. Diligence leads to perfection, but what's the point if you're not also living? He comes up with any excuse it takes to bring you back into yourself, to help you realign your center. Every once in a while, in those moments he's successfully pried you away from your work, he'll sporadically slip in a detailed review question, smirking proudly when you answer with confidence.

I hope these were alright, lovely~

As mia professoressa always said: "In boca da lupa!"

You've got this! ♡

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 5 years

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Omg Prussia with a male s/o headcanons pleasee ^^

Hey, Anon~ I typiclly write my headcanons as non-gendered as possible, but here’s what came to mind for your request. If you’d like something more specific, please let me know!

Gil had always thought he wasn’t actually interested in anyone.

Hell, he had picked up the reputation for being the one nation who no one could successfully rope into a marriage, and had yet, somehow, had “dozens” of human lovers.

In reality, he had never found anyone that was anything more than a passing fancy, a temporary crush, a fleeting longing that was quickly swept under the rug and forgotten forever.

That was of course until he met you.

Talked with you.

And suddenly it all clicked.

“Oh. That’s a thing? Well, guess this is happening now,” was essentially the entire realization and acceptance that his identity was a bit more complex than “Thanks, but no.”

The real difficulties came when realizing he wanted to pursue you.

Sure, he had decades of knowledge of how to allegedly court a potential partner, but something told him that all that etiquette would be utterly useless when it came to dating a 21st-century man.

The good news is that he has a very… experienced group of peers to call upon for any advice or suggestions he may need.

He’s awkward, can be kind of timid, constantly doubts himself on certain gestures of his affections.

But he is determined to win your heart, to prove himself to you, to be the guy you deserve.

He’s taking things slow, but he has the end game in mind, has strategized every step he needs to take.

Ludwig’s happy you two are dating; it gets Gil to plot something other than world domination.

But poor naive Luddy.

He has no idea yet just how formidable you and Gil are together.

Not to mention that every master general has at least five plans concurrently in motion.

He’ll win your heart, and overthrow the world order, all in one go.

#anonymous #anon ask #anon asks #aph prussia #aph gilbert x reader #APH Gilbert Beilschmidt #male reader #aph germany #aph ludwig beilschmidt #hetalia imagines #aph imagines #hetalia prussia #hetalia gilbert beischmidt #hetalia ludwig beilschmidt #prussia imagine #i do write most of these as gender neutral as i can though #mostly because i don't think any of the count #ries #are fully straight

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