"Come on [Name]! If I made it you can too!" your new friend called out as you blankly stares at the height he has conquered.

"Dude, I can't," he promised you a perfect location to take photos during sunsets, but he never included that it required some parkour. However, you knew the task had to be done since he held your expensive camera. "Okay, okay."

"Oh, here!" he tosses the gloves he used, waits for you to get comfy in them and holds his arms out. "Come on!"

You do the same as he did earlier, get a running start, and use your foot against the brick wall for that extra boost. You couldn't reach the ten foot ledge, but Baldwin takes a good grip of your arms and pulls you over. "Oh my god," you felt the adrenaline hit your head, "Fuck you for convincing me to come with you."

"Ah, you'll thank me," he tosses your camera back. "Guck Mal!" he points his finger as the sky is painted grey and orange as the details of the Brandenburg gate disappear into a silhouette. The rooftop you stood on did turn out to be a perfect frontal view of the gate's magnificence.

"Wow, you do not disappoint, thanks," you return the gloves and begin playing with the settings your camera offers. He sat at the way edge, swinging his legs back and forth like a child looking at you, "...What?"

"Ever consider, you know, being in your own pictures?" although he is one of the few people you knew who spoke nearly perfect English his accent muffled some words.

"What?"

"A model, come," he poses you over the same ledge he sat on and you try our very best to admire the view ahead, and not below. You can hear the shutters of the camera, "All right, you should totally consider showcasing these in class. And stop hiding behind the camera, I think your face should be shown too."

"That's...pretty um, nice, thank you?" you had mixed feelings about being friends with Baldwin. You two just sparked a conversation in the workshop you're attending on the side to cater to your hobby. He was so eager to show you around Germany, but you already have Ludwig to do this task. However, it has become difficult to spend personal time with him. In the mornings you leave together, but because he has more classes to attend you are the first to leave to his house. You check the time on your phone, Ludwig should be out of class soon, "Hey, can we go now? I have to meet with someone."

"Ja," he is the first to jump down the ten foot wall.

...

Ludwig stares at his watch sitting at the fountain the school is well known for. He left the lecture ten minutes early since [Name] usually spent thirty waiting around this spot. He is surprised to see her being helped down by an unknown student from the rooftop of one of the school buildings. He stands with concern that melts away as she jumps into his arms, "Luddy!"

He and the student exchange an awkward glare, "Es freut mich, dich kennen zu lernen," he greets sticking a hand out (Pleased to meet you).

Ludwig takes his hand with a stern stare while [Name] continues to sway with her arms wrapped around his neck, standing on her tiptoes. His eyebrow twitched, as he introduced himself in his native tongue as does Baldwin. She listens, not interested in figuring out what they are saying, but returns her feet flat on the ground, when they take a pause.

"Well," Baldwin scratches the back of his head, "I'll see you in class, ja?" He runs off towards the dormitories.

"New friend?" he looks down at her navigating through photos.

"Mhm!" before he asks what they were doing on the rooftop she shows him the answer, "Isn't it beautiful?"

He clears his throat, "Did you really have to climb up so high? You could've gotten hurt." He doesn't realize the frown he created, "Come, let's go home."

As usual he cooked dinner as he did breakfast, she felt like a freeloader most of the time staying at the brothers' cozy cottage-like house. Gilbert sat on the couch anticipating food as [Name] practices her German aloud, waiting for Ludwig to correct her. Sometimes she mispronounced a word just to get his attention, and at times she would yell angrily if the word was more than five letters long. Gil would approve her angry German with a laugh and attempt tricking her with cuss words. The evening took another turn as she propped herself next to Gil instead of in the kitchen with Lud, stuffing her nose in the pages.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," she simply states and he leaves it as that.

Ludwig's side of the bed is empty as usual, since he likes to sit at his desk silently doing his homework. She realizes how dedicated of a student he is, how she should respect it, but she misses being able to hang out after class. Taking time to relax and sit underneath a tree, but those high school days are only alive in her memory. Under the sheets, she flips back to the very first photo she took of him, remembering how much she loves this man. "Hey, Luddy."

"Ja?"

She hears his chair creak, "...Ich liebe dich." She wonders if these words still held a meaning since they have been casually used over and over. She no longer stumbled in pronouncing or saying them aloud.

"Yeah...ich liebe dich," hearing him say it so nonchalantly made her toss and turn in the bed. "Wh-What?" he stares at his girlfriend peeking with the blanket wrapped around her head.

To think he would still blush at these overly used words, it overjoyed her, "I LOVE YOU!" She wraps the blanket over him, pretending it is a physical form of her love that is able to embrace him, cover him. She leans her head over his shoulder and places a long kiss on his cheek, knowing he is busy, "Gute nacht."

"Wait," he tilts his head back and puts a hand behind her head to aim for her lips. She can feel his hair tickling her neck as she focused on loading her love meter. "Gute nacht."

...

"So, you're with Ludwig, huh?" asks Baldwin as he takes a look through your photos. Once again he was able to convince you to join him in another of his antics as you found yourselves eating lunch in a tree about twelve feet off the ground. "Ha, everyone was starting to think he was gay for rejecting the girls who approach him." You feel yourself lose focus on balance, but he stuffs the sandwich in his mouth to grip your elbows. The camera hung safely around his neck, "Oh yeah he's popular in the school. Smart and handsome as well as kind? Lots of the girls took interest in him."

"Mm," you feel like knocking his sandwich off the tree, but he senses your irritation and changes topic.

"So, you know how I said you could be a model?"

"Mhm," you look over at the fountain, seeing it filled with students, but not Ludwig.

"Can you pose in my pictures, please for the upcoming final project?" you cock on eyebrow at him. You have seen his photography, none had any models. All black and white photos with old broken down buildings, railroads mainly landscape.

"Why?"

Now, you realize why you even keep the friendship between you and Baldwin. He is as passionate as you when it comes to photography, probably even more given the more dangerous situations he puts himself in. He spoke with a mix of German when he couldn't find the English word as his hands danced, filling in the description. He wanted to go vintage, placing you in clothing dating back to the 50s, sticking out from the modern world, and other fluff he added in to make the idea sound beautiful.

"Hm," you swing your legs around to face the opposite way of the fountain. "Ja, let's do it," you already had your own idea planted, "Mine has to do with a vintage look too, but you gotta help me edit, deal?"

"Ja," you two give a firm shake on it. "Oh, look it's 'Luddy,'" he usually pulled such childish pranks, but this time he spoke the truth. It seems he is cutting through the courtyard to get to another building, but a pretty short haired blonde skipped next to him. Although they only talked you can see Ludwig naturally smiling as she lightly touches his arm with a huge grin on her painted red lips. Baldwin can see you fuming with a cherry face and furrowed brows, gripping the tree branch, clawing it. First time for him to see you angry, and it isn't a pleasant experience, "Oh stop, that isn't a cute look for you."

"...Get me off this tree."

"Ah, scheisse, good timing," he jumps off first without hesitation and you see why. One of the school's security officers began heading right for the tree spurting authoritative German.

...

The angry officer's yell caught everyone in the courtyard's attention even Ludwig's as he sees the source of the commotion. He gasps seeing [Name] holding the tree branch and pushing off the trunk into Baldwin's arms. He watches her purposely trip him before sprinting for the nearest building. She cackles happily when Baldwin caught up with her, returning revenge with a playful shove. "Do you know who the male student is?" he asks his classmate.

She giggles, "Oh, that's just Baldwin. He loves to get into all sorts of trouble. I guess he found himself a friend to include in the trouble."

...

"Okay, [Name] has been sleeping in the guest room for the past three days, and has been coming home at different times. What the fuck is up?" if ever he found tension in the relationship Gil has learned to let the petty problems be resolved the next day. However, he hasn't seen their fights lead up to [Name] insisting to sleep in the extra room. "Is it because you want to study alone or something? I get the finals are coming up, but really, you should pay attention to yer girlfriend." Ludwig hides his expressions with his left arm propping his head, putting effort into pretending he is not bothered to the state of the relationship by flipping the next page of his math book.

"...She and her friend are helping each other for their photography workshop."

Although she bounced with excitement to display the photos she took that day he couldn't help but snap at her while he made dinner. He would enjoy the stories on how the photo came to be, but that name, Baldwin, was laced in the conversation. "Will you quit being careless for a photo? It's so troublesome."

His annoyed tone struck her painfully, she thought he understood the dedication she gives when snapping even a single scenery. She turns the camera off, "Sorr-"

"I'm really glad you have a friend with the same interests, but if he's as risky as you are whe-"

"So what?!" the vein in her head popped with built up jealousy and displeasure. She wanted to ignore the facts her friend has given her about Ludwig. He is known as handsome obviously because of his appearance, but known as kind for offering free tutoring to his classmates, who turn out to be mainly female. In high school he also tutored, but on a fee, and everyone was aware he is taken, happily shipping them together. However, no one knew she was even "Ludwig's girl." How she wishes she can shout it in everyone's faces, into the sky, out to the world.

"Stop acting as if you are still in high school!" the volume of his voice always beat hers. He notices how far he took it, but doesn't apologize as he listens to the chair legs scrape against the floor.

"I think we both need a break from each other, right?" his silence was enough for her as her footsteps faded away.

"...That's it?" Gil was waiting for something raunchy, but makes a guess, "Oh, is it a guy friend?" He snickers at his brother's jealousy, "AH! Just have a beer and suck it up, bruder," he leaves the room believing there is nothing he needs to do. "Why worry? I'm sure you two will be all over each other by the end of the night! And loosen your face up! Your crease is returning! KESESESE!"

If only his prediction came true. Awkward silence plagued Ludwig and [Name] as he either came home when she is not, or when she came home and he is glued to his books. Gilbert couldn't take it, being inside the tension that became as thick as a brick wall. He hated how hard headed both of them are to talking to each other, to admitting their shame, their feelings, but he knew well, especially for his little brother, to give up pride. Seeing as there is no progress after two long weeks between the two, he finally decides to wait at the fountain for Ludwig's class to finish on the first exam day.

"Yo, bruder," it's no longer surprising that [Name] isn't attached to his arm anymore. "You think you pass?"

Ludwig lets out an annoyed grunt, massaging his forehead. His stress clearly showed on his face with his constant furrowed brows and permanent smug, "I think I did...well."

"Lange nicht gesehen!" (Long time no see) The last person he wanted to see gleefully skipped over. He didn't expect to see him at six in the afternoon, hardly anyone willingly stuck around the school. "Oh, I was worried I wouldn't catch you," he digs out a crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket. "You should check out the photo displays our class set up." He feels the silent knives Ludwig threw at him with his tired eyes, "Look, I get you and [Name] are going through couple conflict."

"Oh, totally," agreed Gil.

"But [Name] sent me out to look for you, and I had to sneak away from my display to get you, so you're dragging your ass whether you like it or not," he pants. Gil was Ludwig's ride so he had no choice but to follow Baldwin when his brother threatened to let him walk home. Plus, he claimed there were free beer. "Sorry for borrowing her," he scratches his head while leading the brothers. "But with her help I was able to get full points on the exam. She's really...pretty, have you noticed that?"

Yes he has, he just was never able to put it in words.

"I told her to go in this direction with her photos, but she insisted editing her photos her own way. Well, it got her full points too, but I don't understand why she insists on such a concept."

The hall is filled with students who either had time to burn or lived in the dormitories as they crowd around different photo displays. Some were simply pinned to the wall with extra decor hanging beside them, framed and set on tables, or hung by wire. Then, he sees Baldwin's photography. He sees her.

The photos he clearly wanted to showcase were printed 12 by 16 as 4 by 6 photographs filled the empty frames that clung the wall. The silhouette of her waist outlined by the fluff of her skirt as she innocently peered up at the famous monument. Another where the photo was taken at her side, he can see the detail of where her hair refused to stay put, her lips protruding with a finger on her chin as the background is filled with cracked buildings and broken windows. He then stares at a series of photos of her twirling in a white tulle dress with a wide rim hat. However, there is a clear smile. He tries his best to ignore the flattering remarks the viewers said about his girl. They now knew of her hidden beauty.

Baldwin catches him staring, "She was pretty sad most of the time, but you know what I said to get those photos?" Ludwig gives him a curious stare, "What if that was her wedding dress?" He points in her direction.

[Name] spun like a princess in the white tulle dress Baldwin has given her. "Wedding dress," she muttered as she bounced on her tiptoes to her display giving no notice to Ludwig approaching her. Mainly because at the same time, students and teachers have gathered to her photos. Complimenting her, the photos, Baldwin's photos, asking for her picture posing with her display.

"Who is the man in your pictures?"

"...my leibling." It isn't a coincidence she chose that word for her series, she stares at the photos pinned by clothing pins on string. She chose the darkest part of the building so she would be able to string tiny lights up to give the romantic feeling she longed. The challenge she faced was having to search for places that matched closely to the photographs she held. Ludwig's moment at the sakura trees are posed with the tree she had to pounce on in the courtyard. When he played soccer in the fields, studied at his desk, cooked in the kitchen. Casual moments that are so precious to her. "Photo within a photo concepts are hard," she murmured. The photographs of him were colored and had a vintage appeal, as the backgrounds she held the photos in were black and white and in a ruined state. She spun once more, gets her foot caught around her own ankle, and into his arms. She knew his stature well, acted as if she meant to collide with him, and then wheezes as he tightly envelopes his arms around her. "L-Luddy," he disliked public affection especially in large crowds, so this was a first.

"I'm sorry."

...

"I think we lost Gilbert," he panted as your lips separated. "He could come back any minute."

[Name] sits over him with your hands feeling his firm chest through his buttoned white shirt, "...Nah. We can still do it." She shifts herself so that her back faced him and she leaned over his crotch.

"In the car?!"

He groans as she claps her hand around his obvious bulge, "Uh, yeah, no backing out. Too late." She never realized how much she wanted him until the two disappeared in the parking lot, alone. Gilbert and free beer, he probably isn't going to be coming out any time soon. So, right when Luddy opened the car door she saw the opportunity and shoved him inside, shutting the door. Trapping him in the cramped back seat. "The windows are tinted, don't worry, Luddy," she eagerly unzip his pants and confidently push her lower end to his face. "All the proof is right here,"she purrs, staring at his free erection.

"Can't we wait until the-" he throws his head back as she begins stroking him with soft hands he hasn't felt in two weeks. "Gott," he can feel her tongue roaming around his tip, pressing against it, traveling up and down. The tulle of her skirt covered his face, but did not hide her crotch which is only an inch away from his mouth. He can smell her, and so he gives into the lust, pulling the underwear aside and engulfing her. He can feel her quivering to his hands spreading her, and his tongue exploring her inside, tasting her. She tries her best to keep up with his speed as her moans are muffled by his throbbing member. "Seems like you're close already."

"Ish thaf baf?"

"Don't talk with me in your mouth!" he yells with embarrassment. "Ugh, it's cramped," he sits up, feeling the tulle leave his face and then the feeling of her mouth being replaced with another familiar tenderness. "W-Wait!"

The dirty words rolled out of her mouth before she claimed him once again, with a blunt tone, "Lass uns ficken." He is taken by ecstasy by her soft muscles and restrained moan, but his mind wonders where she learned to dirty talk in German. He takes hold of her and sits upright in the side of the seat so she can lean over and hold onto the passenger's chair. "Oh, good, it still fits."

"Is there any reason for it not to?" he growls thinking of that dumb smirk Baldwin had when bragging about his "model."

"It's just been long," they sit in silence for a moment, "...Are you still jealous?"

"A little, plus," he kisses the back of her neck, "I knew you don't think of yourself as photogenic, but," he bites his bottom lip, "I never told you how...beautiful you are, have I?" She thinks about their moments through her head even though in the current reality, he drove himself inside and out. "I'm sorry," he apologizes through his lustful groan. "I really think you're beautiful," he can feel her tightening to his words as she leans back against his torso.

"Luddy, you don't have to tell me," she whispered in his ear as his hands roam on her inner thighs, "Luddy, I always knew you weren't good at words," she smooths her fingers to intertwine with his. "You show enough through your actions. Like when you kiss me, hug me, caress me," a smirk curves her face as she traces his features from his cheek to his jaw, "My leibling."

...

"Why won't you let me drive?" Gilbert had a cold can of beer on his head and sprawled himself in the back seat.

You turn back at him, as the passing street lights illuminated his pink face, "Gil, Ludwig is already driving us home."

"...What?" his hand touches the leather seats and he pulls it back, "...why are the seats wet?" He sits up straight and sniffs the air, "Why does it smell different in here?"

Ludwig's face flushed as he glued his eyes to the road while you snickered, "Wh-What does it smell like?"

"I don't know..."

"Y-You should sniff it."

In his drunken state, he does, "Smells like Lud's sweat...and, something...weird." He freezes, "Wait a fucking minute," you burst out laughing as he stuffs himself in the car floor cursing in German and yelling in disgust. "THIS IS MY CAR DAMMIT!" He curls as you smack his shoulder still cackling, "OH MEIN GOTT, I STUFFED MY NOSE IN THERE!"

"Sorry, bruder..."

"FICH DICH."