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germany//ludwig

~ happy birthday babyie uwu
~ characters are around their mid twenties btw
~SORRY THIS IS SO WEIRD I WROTE THIS SPORADICALLY LOL

☆꧁༒trainer༒꧂☆

"damn gil, how many weights to you need?" (y/n) mocked, standing in the doorway of her friend's bedroom; which was littered with different sized weights. "jou don't get these awesome guns without work!" gilbert boasted from his bed, lifting his arms up in a muscle-man like fashion. (y/n) began to strut towards her albino-amigo. she plopped down the bed, looking down at her thighs.

"I think I'm gonna start working out." announced, leaning back on her hands. she was slowly inching into her thirties, and was absolutely terrified of the mere chance of losing her figure.

"really?!" gilbert's eyes sparkled in excitement as he turned to (y/n). said woman backed up instinctually. "y-yeah?" she trembled. "mein bruder is a personal trainer!" "really?!" "ja!"

"I can get jou a free meeting if jou want!" gilbert continued, still shouting. it was a miracle he hadn't gotten kicked out of his apartment yet.

"you sure?" (y/n) replied respectfully. "of course!"

a period of momentary panic was sent through the (h/c) woman. she realized that having a personal trainer would
mean close contact and scrutinizing evaluation, and her facial muscles dropped.

gilbert noticed this. his grin grew sympathetic, but somehow larger. it was as if he were a drunken puppy. "don't worry! he's totally your type!"

that makes me feel worse dickhead.

no more than 6 days later, (y/n) was packing a small gym bag, and heading to the address messily written on a white sheet of paper.

when she arrived, she looked around. was she really about to do this? before she opened the door, she doubted herself. "no, no, no, no, no, no, NO." her brain told itself. (y/n) opened the door anyway, being the rebel she is.

she awkwardly made her way to the counter, a smile on her lips in an attempt to distract from it.

"hello." (y/n) said politely to the young man at the counter. "hello miss!" he sprung excitedly, his curls bouncing as he did so. "I'm here for a personal training appointment with mr. beillschmidt." "oh! yeah! he did say he had an appointment today. right this way!"

the curly headed male skipped his way towards a seemingly completely glass room. he flung open the door with slight resistance. it was ironic, the boy was so skinny despite working in a gym.

"luddy! your next appointment is here!" the desk boy chirped, his left foot raised a tad off the floor as he leaned into the room.

"I told jou, stop calling me zhat." a gruff voice sounded from the other side. (y/n) could only see damp tips of blonde, and pale peaking skin from her position. she had a vague idea of what her friend's brother looked like. he always seemed grumpy in the dumb selfies gilbert took.

the peppy boy stepped aside for "luddy", (y/n) only knew him as "west."

the blonde tufts and pale skin came together in full, like a finished puzzle.

gilbert was right. "luddy" was totally her type.

he was like a roman statue, sculpted by the finest hands. the living embodiment of "like it or not, this is the ideal male body type."his sweat glistened like rocks against a roaring shore; hair sticking to those rocks like leafy vines. the sight was almost unbelievable.

the museum worthy work of art cleared his throat.

"jou must be (y/n), gilbert has told me a lot about you." he said, with a large hand held out. his eyes were smiling, but his lips stayed still. "yes, I am. he never does shut up, does he?" (y/n) took his hand, more than happy to shake the hand of a greek god. he cracked an amused smirk, ice blue eyes piercingly comfy.

luddy let go of (y/n)'s hand, and instead gestured to the room he previously exited. "let's get started. have jou had a personal training appointment before?" he asked, leading his client into the room. (y/n) felt an absence in the retraction, but answered as if nothing was felt. "no, unless making up absences in my high school P.E. class counts." she replied, attempting to poke at a humorous side. but, from what she hears from his older brother, he lacks such a quality.

a small huff left the german's nostrils.

"that's okay. we'll get you going no problem."

"ludwig, by the way. my brother and that dumb desk boy like to call me stupid nicknames." he introduced, while moving a few things around the room.

inside the glass walls, were mirrors; she watched every one of his steps through their reflections.

"nice to officially meet you, ludwig."

after setting out two brightly colored
mats, a green across from a yellow, ludwig spoke again. "alright. ve'll start with stretches. it's important to stretch before a vorkout so jou don't hurt jourself."

(y/n) nodded and stepped closer to ludwig.

"follow my lead. tell me if annything feels unnatural." he said, taking a seat on the green mat.

how the fuck am I supposed to not feel unnatural when you have a face carved out of bedrock?

"normally, I vould encourage jou to stretch at home, just so be can be most efficient during zhis portion of the session. but it's fine for now." ludwig announced, grabbing his feet with his hands. (y/n) nodded, despite not hearing a word he said. she was too focused on making sure she looked perfect during these stretches.

the rest of the session went very well. (y/n) was able to get a few chuckles out of the presumably stoic german. not only that, but she was able to relax some. ludwig pushed her, of course, but she was also soft with his demands. he encouraged (y/n), instead of scream and scare her.

"thank you so much, ludwig." (y/n) said as she headed out of the room. "of course, (y/n). it is mein job." he replied, also leaving the room.

"jou're mein last appointment for she day, so I'll valk jou out." he announced, taking a couple large steps to catch up to (y/n). as soon as he did, she noticed a warm tint on ludwig's pale skin. she smiled. "how gentlemanly."

they made small conversation—mostly about how (y/n) felt about the session—as they walked to the front door. ludwig stopped at the front desk, (y/n) cocked her brow in slight confusion. she watched as the blond bent over the wood and messily scribbled onto a small white card. his features expressed frustration and embarrassment, (y/n) wondered if she did something wrong.

he stood, light hitting his semi-damp, pink face. "vere is mein personal number. just if jou have any questions or anything." (y/n) took the card, and looked at it. a bigger smile appeared on her face.

she made herself the slightest bit taller by standing on the very tips of her toes. she leaned into the german's face, planting a soft peck on the skin.

(y/n) allowed herself to drop her feet flat, and looked up to her trainer. he was even pinker than before.

"thanks, luddy."