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germany//ludwig

this is some big fluff uwu
sorry, it's going to be pretty short lol. but i guess it's a good break from my other long ass imagines lol. ALSO THIS SUCKS SO BAD I DONT KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING I CANT WRITE RN BUT I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT ANYWAY LOL SORRY IT'S SO FUCKING BAD

(h/c/n) = hair color name (ex. brunette)

translations
quark is a type of curd cheese
honig = honey
ehefrau = wife
Scheisse = shit
ehemann = husband
du bist so schön, wenn du schläfst = you're so beautiful when you're asleep
frau = woman
Ich liebe dich = i love you
Ich liebe dich auch = i love you too
bärchen is a nickname that means lovable like a teddy bear

"mph, honig I'm late for vork." ludwig announces after checking his watch, a slice of quark topped toast stuck between his teeth. "okay, just make sure you bring your breakfast with you." his wife replies.

the german slides a pile of papers into his briefcase, toast still in his mouth, and heads to the door.

"luddy!"

his attention was snapped away from the white door and turned to his spouse bouncing across the room with a bag in her hand. he takes his half-eaten breakfast and lets his hand do the carrying.

"ja, honig?"

she arrived in front of him, and placed the bag in his hands. "you almost forgot your lunch." she smiled.

"oh, right. thank you."
"no problem."

the strong blond reaches behind his ehefrau and grips her much smaller body, softly, as not to squeeze the life out of her. she returned the gesture happily, throwing her arms around his neck.

a light pair of lips pecked her skin, followed by words that were happily familiar.

"I love you."
"I love you too, now go away you're going to be late for work."

ludwig pulled away and looked down at his watch. "Scheisse, you're right, what would I do without you?" he rhetorically inquired. "probably drown in paperwork. now, go! you know how gil gets." "alright, alright." two bright smiles were shared before the door was finally closed.

unusually, this was about as romantic as the couple got. aside from their late-night antics, romance was not exactly the pair's forte. did (y/n) wish for a more tender, expressive relationship at times? of course. but, she knew ludwig had a hard time demonstrating his emotions, due to his bashfulness, so she never took it harshly. she loved him, and she knew he loved her too. that's all she needed.

"well, better get to cleaning." (y/n) sighed.

(y/n) was a housewife. no, not because ludwig didn't want her to work. she wasn't forced to stay inside to do all the typical wife things, she actually wanted to. all her life, she really just desired to be a good wife to a good man. and that's just what happened.

while her ehemann was at work, usually she would clean, watch TV, read a book, take a nap, then get up to cook dinner. today it was nothing out of the ordinary.

she went about her day, following her usual schedule.

her neck craned to the clock on the wall. "six thirty. there's probably some sort of interesting movie to watch." she said to herself. ludwig had unpredictable work hours, some nights he would be home as early as five, while others would be as late as nine. lately, it had been the latter, so (y/n) figured she could relax till eight to cook dinner.

contrary to her plan, she ended up finding only rather boring DIY shows featuring ladies as old as time. the soft, shaky voices of the women lulled her into a hibernation level slumber.

hours later, a jangling of keys unlocked the beilschmidt household. "honig, i'm h-" the german's announcement was quickly shot down by the sleeping frau on his couch. he smiled. the sight of his wife in pure peace was enough to melt his soldier-like soul.

he shut the front door silently. a soft smile appeared on his face as he stared. instinctively, ludwig shoveled his arms under her body and lifted her with ease. her cradled figure in his limbs made him smile even wider. he brought his face close to hers, gently connecting foreheads. "du bist so schön, wenn du schläfst." he whispered. she was one hell of a deep sleeper, so he knew she wouldn't wake up.

the blond made the journey from the living room to the shared bedroom. he softly placed the (h/c/n) woman into the cushioned furniture, pairing the action with a kiss on the cheek. ludwig kicks off his work boots and crawled into bed with his ehefrau. he allowed his muscular arms to envelop his consort in a loving lock.

"ich liebe dich."

as ludwig was settling into his resting position, a hum caught his attention. "why can't you be this romantic when I'm awake?" a small, raspy voice questioned. "vow.. vow long vave jou been avake?" "since you opened the door." "damn."

"Ich liebe dich auch, bärchen." she replied, further snuggling her face into his chest.