[Ludwig Kakumei] "Something About You"
Title: Something About You
Pairing: Ludwig x Wilhelm
Rating: PG13
Archived @ Master List
Summary: Ludwig likes big-breasts because it's something Wilhelm does not have.
Something About You
He was l'enfant le plus bel, the most beautiful child in the kingdom; which was only fitting, seeing as he was The Prince. Exquisite, brilliant, the epitome of perfection, everyone could only marvel at his magnificence before it blinded them. No one could truly revel in his presence for too long-- no one but that fool servant boy Wilhelm.
Prince Lui scowled fiercely at the mirror and his reflection scowled back at him, gorgeous still. Wilhelm annoyed him. Wilhelm did not fawn like the maids. Wilhelm did not trip over himself to impress him with his devotion like the menservants. Wilhelm did not scurry away at the mere sight of him like the peasants. As a matter of fact, Wilhelm’s behavior was unlike any the Prince had ever dealt with in all his twelve years and it rather unnerved him.
The day before, he remembered with an even deeper scowl, when he told Wilhelm to help him pick up and fold all the clothing that lay scattered around his sizeable room because the wardrobe fairy was upset with the original folding, the stupid boy actually believed him. He even went as far as to apologize to the inanimate piece of wood for the maid's neglect.
"Prince?" A familiar, polite voice drifted from the doorway. Ludwig tore his eyes away from his reflection (with great difficulty, rest assured) and threw open the door, wearing a scowl that was far less attractive than the one had had shown himself.
"What?" he asked rather rudely.
"Your tutor sent me to fetch you," Wilhelm answered, taken aback by his hostility. "You were supposed to be in your lessons an hour ago."
Ludwig's scowl deepened and suddenly, he pulled Wilhelm’s face down with his hands so they were eye-level. Wilhelm blushed.
"P-prince?"
"I don't like you," he announced, rather bluntly. "You're incurably foolish, you're frustratingly ignorant, your stupid facial expressions bother me, and... and... and you're completely flat." With that, the Prince stomped away down the hall, pulling Wilhelm along by the ear. "Come along now, Wilhelm," he ordered, fingers still clamped mercilessly around his stumbling servant. "I've torn a hole in my favorite shirt and you need to find the royal needle which has been lost in the royal haystack."
"May I inquire as to how the royal needle ended up in the royal haystack in the first place?" gasped Wilhelm. Ludwig smiled nastily at him. "I should've guessed, my Prince."
---
"She's gorgeous."
"She's dead."
"Don't be a coward, Wilhelm." Ludwig said, with an uncharacteristic excitement that sent chills down his spine. "Women are most beautiful in this state-- living, but not. Breathing, but barely. Light in their eyes, but fading." His long black nails caught a rivulet of blood and he licked it from his fingers, eyes flashing. "Beautiful."
Suddenly, the Prince caught sight of the alarm on Wilhelm’s face.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked scornfully. "You're in no danger unless there's a secret you've been keeping from me all these years." Ludwig's eyes flickered none-too-subtly toward Wilhelm’s crotch and his servant's hands instinctively flew to cover the mentioned area, reddening furiously. the Prince smiled amusedly. "Thought so."
He turned his attention back toward the now-dead maiden. What was her name? The poor girl had suffered from multiple-personality disorder. The more innocent side had called herself 'Odette' and the less innocent side, the form he had killed her in, had called herself 'Odile'. Because 'Odile' usually came out at night (to play with the men at the riverside tavern, so to speak), 'Odette' developed the idea that her missing hours (and waking up on a grassy bank with white substance between her legs) were caused by a sorcerer’s spell that transformed her into a swan every night.
'Odile', on the other hand, had not been so happy to hear that she was essentially the same person as the Princess 'Odette' and had reacted violently toward the Prince. After pulling his blade from her lax body, he had been entranced by the brightness of her blood-- which was where they were right now.
"Let's take her with us," he said suddenly. "Father said only to bring back a girl. He never said anything about her being alive or dead."
With that, he spun on his heel and mounted his horse. Wilhelm ended up carrying the body of the first maiden (and every other maiden that followed) who would end up in His Majesty's vast collection.
---
"The King says I can't come in here anymore," Wilhelm finally said, apologetically. "Says it's inappropriate, especially with your... with all the... well-"
"Tell me, Wilhelm," the Prince interrupted imperiously as he applied a final coat of black polish to his manicured nails, "who is it that you serve?"
"Who is it that I serve?" Wilhelm repeated uncertainly. "Well... you, Prince."
"Correct. So as my servant, why should you give a rat's ass what the horse-faced vassal who call himself my father thinks?"
"W-well, he's the King," Wilhelm replied, stammering.
"Your point?"
"...I understand."
"Of course you do. You know, Wilhelm, of all the flat-chested people in this abominable world, you may be the only one I can stand."
Wilhelm blinked in confusion. "Err... thank you?"
"I don't like this shade of black," the Prince suddenly said, "Go fetch the 'Obsidian' shade from the Ladies' Quarters and be quick about it."
Ludwig smirked to himself as Wilhelm hurried out with clear concern for his Prince's odd behavior. How sad it was that poor Wilhelm did not seem to realize that, though quite misleading, his preferences clearly swung in that direction.
t h e . e n d
So if you haven't figured it out already, the thus-mutilated fairytale in this fic was 'Swan Lake'. I came up with the MPD thing because in the ballet, Odette and Odile are usually played by the same person. ^^
...we need more Ludwig-fics. ;_;
Pairing: Ludwig x Wilhelm
Rating: PG13
Archived @ Master List
Summary: Ludwig likes big-breasts because it's something Wilhelm does not have.
Something About You
He was l'enfant le plus bel, the most beautiful child in the kingdom; which was only fitting, seeing as he was The Prince. Exquisite, brilliant, the epitome of perfection, everyone could only marvel at his magnificence before it blinded them. No one could truly revel in his presence for too long-- no one but that fool servant boy Wilhelm.
Prince Lui scowled fiercely at the mirror and his reflection scowled back at him, gorgeous still. Wilhelm annoyed him. Wilhelm did not fawn like the maids. Wilhelm did not trip over himself to impress him with his devotion like the menservants. Wilhelm did not scurry away at the mere sight of him like the peasants. As a matter of fact, Wilhelm’s behavior was unlike any the Prince had ever dealt with in all his twelve years and it rather unnerved him.
The day before, he remembered with an even deeper scowl, when he told Wilhelm to help him pick up and fold all the clothing that lay scattered around his sizeable room because the wardrobe fairy was upset with the original folding, the stupid boy actually believed him. He even went as far as to apologize to the inanimate piece of wood for the maid's neglect.
"Prince?" A familiar, polite voice drifted from the doorway. Ludwig tore his eyes away from his reflection (with great difficulty, rest assured) and threw open the door, wearing a scowl that was far less attractive than the one had had shown himself.
"What?" he asked rather rudely.
"Your tutor sent me to fetch you," Wilhelm answered, taken aback by his hostility. "You were supposed to be in your lessons an hour ago."
Ludwig's scowl deepened and suddenly, he pulled Wilhelm’s face down with his hands so they were eye-level. Wilhelm blushed.
"P-prince?"
"I don't like you," he announced, rather bluntly. "You're incurably foolish, you're frustratingly ignorant, your stupid facial expressions bother me, and... and... and you're completely flat." With that, the Prince stomped away down the hall, pulling Wilhelm along by the ear. "Come along now, Wilhelm," he ordered, fingers still clamped mercilessly around his stumbling servant. "I've torn a hole in my favorite shirt and you need to find the royal needle which has been lost in the royal haystack."
"May I inquire as to how the royal needle ended up in the royal haystack in the first place?" gasped Wilhelm. Ludwig smiled nastily at him. "I should've guessed, my Prince."
---
"She's gorgeous."
"She's dead."
"Don't be a coward, Wilhelm." Ludwig said, with an uncharacteristic excitement that sent chills down his spine. "Women are most beautiful in this state-- living, but not. Breathing, but barely. Light in their eyes, but fading." His long black nails caught a rivulet of blood and he licked it from his fingers, eyes flashing. "Beautiful."
Suddenly, the Prince caught sight of the alarm on Wilhelm’s face.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked scornfully. "You're in no danger unless there's a secret you've been keeping from me all these years." Ludwig's eyes flickered none-too-subtly toward Wilhelm’s crotch and his servant's hands instinctively flew to cover the mentioned area, reddening furiously. the Prince smiled amusedly. "Thought so."
He turned his attention back toward the now-dead maiden. What was her name? The poor girl had suffered from multiple-personality disorder. The more innocent side had called herself 'Odette' and the less innocent side, the form he had killed her in, had called herself 'Odile'. Because 'Odile' usually came out at night (to play with the men at the riverside tavern, so to speak), 'Odette' developed the idea that her missing hours (and waking up on a grassy bank with white substance between her legs) were caused by a sorcerer’s spell that transformed her into a swan every night.
'Odile', on the other hand, had not been so happy to hear that she was essentially the same person as the Princess 'Odette' and had reacted violently toward the Prince. After pulling his blade from her lax body, he had been entranced by the brightness of her blood-- which was where they were right now.
"Let's take her with us," he said suddenly. "Father said only to bring back a girl. He never said anything about her being alive or dead."
With that, he spun on his heel and mounted his horse. Wilhelm ended up carrying the body of the first maiden (and every other maiden that followed) who would end up in His Majesty's vast collection.
---
"The King says I can't come in here anymore," Wilhelm finally said, apologetically. "Says it's inappropriate, especially with your... with all the... well-"
"Tell me, Wilhelm," the Prince interrupted imperiously as he applied a final coat of black polish to his manicured nails, "who is it that you serve?"
"Who is it that I serve?" Wilhelm repeated uncertainly. "Well... you, Prince."
"Correct. So as my servant, why should you give a rat's ass what the horse-faced vassal who call himself my father thinks?"
"W-well, he's the King," Wilhelm replied, stammering.
"Your point?"
"...I understand."
"Of course you do. You know, Wilhelm, of all the flat-chested people in this abominable world, you may be the only one I can stand."
Wilhelm blinked in confusion. "Err... thank you?"
"I don't like this shade of black," the Prince suddenly said, "Go fetch the 'Obsidian' shade from the Ladies' Quarters and be quick about it."
Ludwig smirked to himself as Wilhelm hurried out with clear concern for his Prince's odd behavior. How sad it was that poor Wilhelm did not seem to realize that, though quite misleading, his preferences clearly swung in that direction.
t h e . e n d
So if you haven't figured it out already, the thus-mutilated fairytale in this fic was 'Swan Lake'. I came up with the MPD thing because in the ballet, Odette and Odile are usually played by the same person. ^^
...we need more Ludwig-fics. ;_;