#lutz beilschmidt

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2p Axis are falling in love?

LUCIANO VARGAS (Italy), LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT (Germany), and KURO HONDA (Japan) Falling in Love Headcanons

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A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this headcanon, and I tried my best to give the best portrayal for these guys. I hope you like the final result, and I'm sorry if there might be some OOC characters. I am really sorry, but I have to close the asks because my asks are overflowing, especially in the other account.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Slight Yandere and Slight Violence from Luciano

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LUCIANO VARGAS - 2P North Italy

Luciano is used to flattery and manipulation, so when you act like a normal person around him, it throws him off. You’re not intimidated by his cold stares or sharp words; you just shrug and continue. That quiet defiance makes him curious. Why aren’t you fawning over him like everyone else?

He tests you quite often. Luciano drops dark comments or flirty threats just to see how you'll react. Most people flinch or stammer, but you raise an eyebrow or call him out. He respects that you don't play into fear, and that’s rare.

Luciano doesn’t do PDA, but he always stands close, shoulder brushing yours. His eyes follow anyone who talks to you too long. If someone flirts with you, they mysteriously disappear the next day.

Luciano realizes he's thinking about you too much, and it frustrates him. He curses under his breath when your smile pops into his mind mid-meeting. He’ll blame you for it, half-seriously, but in reality he secretly does not mind.

If someone’s threatening you, you’ll never know. Luciano will deal with it behind the scenes silently and ruthlessly. He keeps his world away from you as much as he can.

Most of his smiles are smirks; they are either cold or teasing. But once in a while, when he’s relaxed with you, it slips out: a real, warm smile. It’s rare, soft, and strangely boyish, like the walls finally came down.

Luciano has his demons, and he knows it. Sometimes, he disappears for a day or two when he feels too dark. It’s his way of protecting you from the worst parts of him.

He’d rather be tortured than admit he’s in love. Luciano hates being vulnerable, especially with feelings. He’ll deny it for weeks—even to himself. But the more time he spends with you, the harder it gets to lie.

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Luciano doesn’t believe in happy endings, not for people like him.But when he watches you sleep, he finds himself imagining a life together. Quiet dinners, late-night talks, maybe even kids someday. It terrifies him how much he wants that.

Luciano Vargas was not the kind of boy anyone called gentle. Sharp words, sharper suits, and a reputation soaked in rumors followed him wherever he walked. People kept their distance, not just because of his cold stare or the silver knife tucked into his coat, but because he seemed untouchable, like a shadow that knew your secrets.

And because of that, when you showed up, all wide-eyed and utterly unimpressed, it cracked something in him. You weren’t afraid. You didn’t flinch when he made a dry remark and didn’t shrink away from his intimidating silence. That annoyed him. And intrigued him. Mostly intrigued.

He started testing you after that. Subtle things at first; sarcastic comments, brush-by smirks, questions laced with double meanings. You met them with eye rolls, light laughter, or clever comebacks that left him speechless. No one ever did that. No one dared. But there you were, poking at the edges of his mask like it wasn’t made of glass and teeth.

He didn’t understand why his chest felt lighter when you smiled. He blamed it on coffee, then on boredom. But neither explained why he couldn’t stop watching you from across the room. Luciano never confessed he liked you. Not in words. He’d shove your favorite snack into your hands with a grumble, lean just a little too close when walking side by side, or flick away someone’s wandering gaze from you with an icy glare.

You noticed the way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you something, how his presence wrapped around you like smoke, comforting yet mysterious. The air always felt different when he was near. And for someone who claimed not to care, he sure acted like you were something worth guarding.

The first time he taught you how to defend yourself, it wasn’t out of casual curiosity.

“If someone grabs your wrist like this,” he said when the two of you meet together in the afternoon, gripping you gently but firmly,

“You twist like this, quick. Elbow, ribs. Don’t hesitate.” You blinked but followed his movements. It felt more like a dance than a lesson.

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked.

He looked away, jaw tight and lips pursed together. “Because I won’t always be around. So learn.”

It was one of those late, quiet evenings when it all changed. The sky bled into lavender and smoke outside the window, and he sat beside you, silent, his gaze far away. You thought he’d fallen asleep until you heard him whisper something, his voice low like a secret.

“You make it hard to stay cold," you hear his every word.

You didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. But your heart hammered like thunder. Luciano, the boy made of steel and secrets, had just peeled back the first layer and handed it to you. From that night on, things softened. Not by much, but enough. He still cursed under his breath when you teased him and still rolled his eyes when you called him out for being overprotective, but there was a glint in his eye now.

A warmth. He let you see parts of him he didn’t show anyone else: the quiet grief in his silences, the gentle way he fixed your coat without saying a word, and the way his hand lingered on yours just a moment longer each time.

Luciano started talking about his past in fragments: shadows of memories, half-finished stories that he left some as secrets. You listened without judgment, and that seemed to disarm him more than anything.

“I’ve done things,” he said in a monotone, his voice dry. “Bad things. You should hate me...but you didn’t."

You reached for his hand instead, squeezing it once, grounding him. And he just stared at you, like he couldn’t believe you were real. It scared him how much he wanted a future with you. Luciano didn’t believe in fairy tales. But sometimes, when you were asleep beside him, he imagined waking up like this forever. Maybe it wasn’t a white picket fence kind of dream, but it was yours and his.

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LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT - 2p Germany

Lutz didn’t realize he liked you at first. It hit him like a truck one day when you laughed too loud and shoved his arm. His usual flirtatious teasing stalled, and for a moment he forgot to smirk. It scared him a little. Not because he wasn’t brave, but because he suddenly cared too much.

He starts hanging around more than usual, giving dumb excuses like 'I was bored' or 'I had beer left over.' But he’s secretly watching over you like a hawk. If anyone messes with you even slightly, he’s suddenly in their face with a charming grin and veiled threats.

Lutz shows affection through actions more than words. He’ll fix that squeaky door hinge, patch your broken phone case, or carry your stuff without being asked.

He sends you chaotic texts at 3AM like:“Hey, do you think vampires need dental insurance?” He tries to sound casual, but you can tell he worries about you even when you’re not around.

He becomes insanely touchy once you start dating. Arms slung over your shoulders, constant hand-holding, sneaky hugs from behind. Physical affection is his love language, no doubt.

He spoils you in weird ways, like bringing you five different snacks because “I didn’t know which one you wanted.” He doesn’t do fancy candlelit dinners, but he does drag you on late-night bike rides or carnival dates.

Lutz loves when you play with his hair. He'll grumble at first, but then tilt his head toward your hands like a sleepy cat. It’s one of the only things that can make him go silent, purely relaxed.

When you’re upset, Lutz will drop everything. Even if he doesn’t know what to say, he’s there for you and holding your hand, cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh. He’d rather go through hell with you than let you cry alone.

He has dreams about a future with you but doesn’t tell you right away. Little flashes: living together, lazy mornings, maybe even cute cats with you to cuddle with. You catch him staring sometimes, eyes soft in a way you’ve never seen but you can see a warm tint in his eyes

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The first time Lutz saw you, it wasn’t anything poetic. No halo of sunlight or birds chirping. You were laughing at something dumb with a group of friends while showing something funny on your phone, or you were choking on your saliva from laughing too much. However, for some reason, that sound made him stop mid-sip of his energy drink. He couldn’t explain it, not then.

But something about the way you tilted your head, smiling widely, the lights in your eyes, your laughter despite it not being elegant at all, and if he had to be honest. Your laughter sounded like a tea kettle, completely unapologetic and unhinged, burned into his brain like a brand. And for the first time in a long time, he forgot to be cool.

He didn't fall for you all at once. Nah, Lutz was too stubborn for that. It started in pieces, like tiny moments that crawled under his skin. The way you argued with him instead of backing down and the way you rolled your eyes when he flirted, you were not flustered but amused by his attempt.

You didn’t swoon. You didn’t play along. You challenged him. And Lutz, cocky, chaotic, loud-mouthed Lutz, had never been so fascinated in his life. He started showing up more, lurking near wherever you were, tossing you nicknames like “trouble” or “hotshot” and pretending it was just harmless fun.

But there was nothing harmless about the way his eyes lingered on you. Or how he’d casually wrap an arm around your shoulder, just to see how you’d react. At first, you didn’t give any so he got bolder. Not because he wanted to scare you off, but because he wanted to be seen by you.

Under all the wildness, there was something softer. He showed it in strange ways: tossing you his hoodie when it rained, sliding you your favorite drink without asking, standing too close when someone made you uncomfortable.

“Just looking out for my favorite person,” he’d say, like it was a joke.

You could feel it, the real concern written on his face through his violet eyes, hidden behind his smirk. You started to realize there was more to him than the loud laugh and skull rings. It was one night, things shifted. You were both sitting outside, the sky bleeding into night, his feet kicked up on a bench, yours dangling off the edge.

There was a long silence between you, but it wasn’t awkward and doesn't feel forced. Just comforting silence.

“Y’know,” he said suddenly, staring straight ahead.

“You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I’m some kind of circus act.” You blinked. He didn’t look at you.

He just took another drag of his soda and added, with a softer voice “Thanks for that.”

You reached over and laced your fingers with his. No big speech. No grand reaction. Just quiet understanding. And Lutz, who lived his life at full volume, didn’t pull away. Didn’t make a joke. He just let it happen. Let you happen. For once, someone saw him without the mask, and he didn’t want to run from it.

After that, it was different. He still teased you mercilessly, still sent you memes at 2AM and dared you to skip class with him, but now there was something else. A protectiveness. A gentleness hidden under the chaos. When you were upset, he didn’t try to fix it. He just showed up, hoodie and all, letting you cry into his shoulder while he quietly held you.

He never outright said “I love you.” But he said it in the way he reached for your hand without thinking. In the way he glared at anyone who looked at you too long. In the playlists he made that bounced from metal to cheesy love songs. He said it in the way he laughed easier when you were around, in the way his voice softened when he asked 'Did jou eat today?' or 'Jou sleep okay?' Every piece of him spoke in actions, not words.

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KURO HONDA - 2p Japan

Kuro don't fall in love fast, he observed. Quietly. From the shadows.He noticed the way you carried yourself, how your eyes shine or when you were thinking, the tiny shifts in your voice.

He never says “I like you” outright. Instead, he begins appearing wherever you are, subtly altering his routine to match yours. You catch him glancing at you when he thinks you're not looking.

Kuro notices the smallest details about you: your coffee order, how you tie your shoes, the words you repeat.He stores it all like a well-guarded file in his mind. When he surprises you with your favorite snack on a hard day, you wonder how he knew.

Once you're close, he starts doing things like walking you home even if it’s out of his way. When you thank him, he just shrugs, as if he didn’t just carve time out of his day just for you.

He keeps a small sketchbook hidden away, inside are tiny and precise drawings of you. Never full portraits, just fragments: the curl of your hair, your hands, the way your eyes look when you laugh.

Kuro opens up slowly, like an ancient book with pages sealed by time. You become the only one allowed to see the chapters he keeps hidden. His traumas, regrets, and lingering self-doubts slip out in quiet conversations under the stars.

He learns what makes you anxious and helps you avoid it without making a big deal. If loud crowds overwhelm you, he’ll find a quiet exit. If someone flirts with you and it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll insert himself smoothly without you noticing.

He rarely smiles but with you, it happens more often than he’d like to admit. Not wide grins, but small, real ones that tug at the corners of his mouth. When he lets out a breathy chuckle? That’s gold.

With Kuro, love isn’t flashy or loud but it’s constant. It’s the silence filled with comfort, the gaze that sees you even when you’re invisible to the world. You become the one soul he lets into his guarded wall

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Kuro had always preferred silence. Not the absence of sound, but the kind of stillness that hummed just beneath the surface; clean, undisturbed, and peaceful. That’s why he noticed you. You weren’t loud like the others, weren’t trying to impress anyone and the way you act just like a background character.

But somehow you disrupted the stillness in a way he couldn’t ignore. You didn’t pierce the silence you fit into it, like a soft wind threading through falling leaves. He watched from afar at first, hidden behind cold glances and half-hearted shrugs or when he was reading his manga, secretly glancing at you.

That was safer. Distance meant control, and Kuro lived for control. But the more he watched you, the more his carefully constructed walls cracked. The way you smiled when you thought no one was looking, the way your fingers moved while sketching absentmindedly on your notebook, the way you listened with your whole heart

The first time you spoke to him, it felt like static in his chest. Nothing profound, just a simple comment about the rain. But he remembered it.

"Today is raining again, huh?" You said to him.

He remembered the exact tilt of your head and how you didn’t flinch under his stare. Most people looked away, uncomfortable under his quiet intensity. But not you. You held eye contact like it was an invitation. Like you saw him.

He started walking the long way around just to pass by your locker. He didn’t talk much, but you did. And Kuro found comfort in the sound of your voice even if he rarely responded with more than a nod or a muttered agreement. The way you filled the silence without breaking it was something he hadn’t realized he needed. It was like you understood how to exist beside him without trying to fix him.

One rainy afternoon, when you sat beside him under the outdoor walkway overhang, sharing warmth from a too-small umbrella, something shifted. You talked about nothing in particular, but he listened like it was everything. You offered him a piece of your snack,

"Do you want some?" You offer him your pocky sticks.

And when he took it without a word, your fingers brushed.

Kuro started showing up more often, always a little closer than before. He’d slide his books beside yours, walk a little slower when you were behind him. And when someone made a joke at your expense one day, Kuro’s tone cut through the hallway like a knife. “Don’t” was all he said. Cold. Sharp. And no one dared cross that line again.

He never said he liked you. Not directly. But one day, he pressed a small folded paper into your hand before disappearing down the hall. Inside was a sketch; your face turned upward, eyes closed, peaceful. Underneath it, in small, neat handwriting, was a single line: You calm the noise in my mind. You stared at the page for a long time, your chest warmed up.

Later that night, you messaged him:

Do you really feel that way?

His reply came only minutes later and it was just a simple:

Yes.

It wasn’t a confession full of fireworks. But for him, that one word held the weight of a thousand unspoken truths. He had spent so long in silence, your presence was the only sound he wanted to keep.

He didn’t become a different person overnight. He was still quiet. Still guarded. But he reached for your hand now, slowly like you were something precious. He shows his smile more. It was tiny, rare smiles that made your heart flutter. And in his silence, you finally found something you didn’t expect: his love was silent but the action speaks louder, and it was as deep as a sea.

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I kinda did a small Hetalia thing. I’m really proud of it, and so I’m posting it here. Don’t worry, the comic is almost finished, but I got sidetracked with discovering 2p hetalia, haha-

Anyway, the thing I, quite literally, just finished!

[askgermanyhetalia]

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Redraw.

Old drawing from 2023:

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sometimes i wish it could be oktoberfest every day, it'd be fun

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Hi, can I request the darkest fantasies of yandere axis members?✨️

I love how you sent this 10 min after i started posting. I love you for it btw, you are now the subject of my yandereness. Congrats! (lol) I will also do the 2ps just for you:D

Anyways here are the fantasies!

1p Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt

So wants someone to be like a yandere towards him as well, in the bedroom preferably. Basically he wants to be loved like he loves, and he wants to be so secure in the relationship that he can give up all control in the bedroom sexy times

1p Italy/Feliciano Vargas

He wants to let go of all that holds him back and have the trust of his darling for free use basically, this doesn't mean he'll do something you have as a hard limit, it just means that he can do what he wants when he wants and you'll be eager and willing, to a certain extent of course. He doesn't want to really hurt you though

1p Japan/Kiku Honda

He knows this one isn't realistic as he doesn't have magic but he really wants to try to live out hardcore hentai scenarios like tentacles (he is in control of them)

2p Germany/Lutz Beilschmidt

The thought of having someone so devoted to him they would encourage him to kill anyone who looks at his partner is really hot to him. And then ofc fucking them so hard they need medical care while still loving it and begging for it.

2p Italy/Luciano Vargas

Blood, he wants to do all sorts of unspeakable things with blood, period blood, normal blood, doesn't matter. Though never to the point of a blood transfusion unless his blood is compatible and being used for it. The thought of you with his blood is a major turn on. But if you tried to leave him he'd do it if you don't have the same blood types, so you can never leave him

2p Japan/Kuro Honda

so i think for him and a childhood friend it would be to give each other a bit of your souls. Binding you forever, akin to soul mates, meaning that you can keep each other alive with this connection and all sorts of crazy things. And yes reaching out to touch the other's soul via this connection can be very pleasurable and is also part of his desire. The dark part of this is that he will basically own you, as he is proficient in soul magic, a magic anyone can do regardless of other magical abilities, also the hardest form of possible magic. He is so possessive that he wants to effectively own his partner for all eternity, woooo

Some Lore lol

so i haven't touched much on the magic system in my version of this world, but soul magic is what keeps 1p Prussia and 1p Romano alive, as their brothers unknowingly share a part of their souls with them, making that as long as the brother lives, so does said "should not be alive" country

Kuro knows this magic because he's an opportunist and he has a Katana blessed by the gods and it can take his victims souls (including his own, which is why he's super protective of it) and it powers him physically, making him dangerous as fuck. He's the last person you'd want to fuck with, and most of the other 2ps are not aware of this because he keeps his most powerful card a secret. He's not seen as a super powerful 2p, in reality he is one of if not the strongest, this comes through through many aspects, such as a high intelligence, tactical knowledge, charisma, and soul magic.

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2p germany fr

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—✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 // in which a player (Lutz Beilschmidt himself) falls for real this time, and the girl he's enamored by has to overcome his reputation.

✧ taken from my old quotev!! not stolen work!!!

—✦ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 // Lutz Beilschmidt (APH 2p!Germany)

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // drinking, angst, assumed cheating, betrayal, fluff

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The pounding in your head was only outweighed by the obnoxiously loud sound of the music blaring from the living room. It was another frat party, one you didn't intend on going to, but hey, you only live once. At least this time there was more of a theme, it was a Halloween costume party—though that mostly just meant sorority girls got to add a cat ear headband to their usual miniskirt and heels.

You and your friends were not dressed in the classic slutty animal costumes, and the more and more this party went on the more you were both thankful and regretful. Emma convinced you and Darcy to dress like... wizards. Not the cute, girly kind, the kind with the 2-foot beards and starry robes. Then again, Emma still managed to make the shapeless robes sexy, and she discarded her beard long ago. You were about to rip off your own, the synthetic material was getting itchy. 

The whole thankful and regretful part came in when you saw possibly the most notorious trio on campus, the biggest players to grace the university in about... what? 20? 30 years? Allen L. Jones (he claims the L stands for Liberty), Zao Wang, and none other than Lutz Beilschmidt stood in the middle of a group of girls, dressed as... holy shit, are they dressed as the Powerpuff Girls?

"Oh my god their shorts are so... short!" Emma giggled, "You can see every muscle..."

"When did the Powerpuff Girls get so slutty," You scoffed, itching under your fake grey beard. "...and buff."

"I see Lutz hasn't changed a bit," Darcy snorted, "Still as much of a manwhore as ever."

"I still can't believe he played you like that." Emma grimaced.

"Like a fiddle." You added in.

"Let's not revisit that..." Darcy dragged her hands down her face.

As Emma and Darcy got caught up in drinks and boys, you found yourself needing a breath of fresh air. Maybe if you were drinking right now, or at least a little tipsy, you might be able to deal with the sight of Allen showing off his biceps to four women. The backyard wasn't really that much better—toilet paper strung through the trees, the blaring music still within hearing, and a random couple making out behind a bush—but it was an improvement. You sat on the wooden steps of the deck, itching under your beard again. You hoped it wouldn't leave a rash...

“Merlin?”

“Huh?” You turned your head to be met with... Of course! Lutz! Probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Gandalf?”

“Oh, uh, more like… unlicensed no copyright generic wizard character…” You turned back forwards, praying he would go away.

“Gotcha, my favorite.” He sat next to you. Great! 

"Shouldn't you be, ya know, whoring out?" You snorted, glancing at him as his face distorted into an amused grin.

"Hey, I'm not all slut. I need breaks from the noise too sometimes." He nudged you, “I don't think I’ve seen you around.”

“Oh, we actually have the same world history class-" Unfortunately. "-with Professor Neilson?" He stared at you owlishly,  "Here, wait, maybe removing the beard will help.”

You pulled down the itchy beard and Lutz drank in your facial features. Scrunching up your face, you removed it completely and tossed it on the steps beside you.

“Oh, now I recognize you!" He smiled, before letting it morph into a more sheepish expression, "…Can I get a name though orrrrr…”

"...Y/n." You exhaled through your nose, turning away from him. "Don't worry, I already know your name."

"I'm glad!" He grinned broadly, "Introductions were never my favorite."

"..."

“Sooo... Can I get you a drink?

“I’m actually the designated driver so I’ll pass.” 

“Ah, respectable. Maybe something non-alcoholic then?”

“Actually I probably should be getting home to my, uh, my fairy godmother.” You internally facepalmed, god you were mixing up your fairytales. “Like in uh, Cinderella.”

“I didn't know unlicensed no copyright generic wizard character was a Cinderella character.” Lutz snorted,

“He’s from a remake, Cinder…wizard… It’s really popular overseas.” You checked your nonexistent watch, “Oops, clock is about to strike twelve.”

"Is your fake beard the Cinderwizard version of a glass slipper?" He chuckled, eliciting a genuine giggle from you—god you were gonna have to shoot yourself later.

"Sure, but it's stretchy so it's probably more like a one size fits all.

“Well… seeing as I know what you look like and where to find you, I’d say I'm a few steps ahead of Prince Charming.”

“Yeah, ‘I know where to find you’ isn’t creepy at all.”

“Sorry,” He laughed airily, “I’ll see you around then.” 

You quickly excused yourself and hurriedly walked back into the party to meet with Emma and Darcy .

"Was that Lutz? Why was Lutz talking to you?" Darcy inquired, hushedly but urgently.

"He was just asking for bathroom directions!" You made up an excuse.

"Isn't this... his frat house?" Emma raised a brow.

"Okay, okay, listen. He just- He just came over and he wouldn't leave and then told me he knew where to find me and- I don't know it was torture!" You whined.

"God, don't tell me you're his next victim..." Darcy shivered, "We need to keep you away from him, at all costs."

"Y/n L/n and Lutz Beilschmidt..." Professor Neilson continued to announce the pairs for a group project, and you felt like you were dying inside. Lutz's head popped up from his resting place on his desk.

"No way." You said in unison (though one was obviously far more excited than the other), and you glanced at him to see him grinning widely at you.

The moment class was dismissed and students began funneling out you made your way to Professor Neilson's desk with some very strong words and a lot of questions.

"Professor, not to question your judgment but why was I paired up with Lutz?" You frowned.

"I think you'll be a good influence on him-" 

"But-"

"-and he isn't a slacker so you won't be doing the project alone. You and Beilschmidt need to work together, just for this week." He said, sternly as he turned back to the various papers spread across his desk.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're trying to get rid of me already." A very familiar German accent purred behind you, an arm—a muscular arm but you tried not to go there—slung around your shoulder.

"Of course not, partner." You grimaced. "You smell like beer..."

"Sorry, süße, I'll wear cologne when we study." 

You shrugged off his arm with a groan, walking out of the classroom as Lutz trailed behind you. He easily kept up with your speedy strides, damn him for being so tall and quick on his feet, you were hoping all that muscle would weigh him down.

...You really have to stop thinking about his muscular build.

"Hey, wait, I thought we got off on the right foot." Lutz continued following you like a lost puppy until you turned around and glared straight at him.

"Listen, Lutz, I know a little too well what kind of guy you are and I really don't want to get involved so can you please just..." You sighed, "Just do your part and let's not get buddy-buddy."

"Hey, I was looking forwards to getting buddy-buddy..." He huffed, "Listen, Y/n, I know I have a reputation but that doesn't mean we can't be friendly, I mean c'mon, give me a fair chance."

You glanced between him and the crowd of students trailing the hallways, groaning as you gave in.

"Fine. But make one wrong move and I'm out."

"He's your what?" Emma gasped.

"My history project partner..." You whined, "I cannot believe Professor Neilson would do that to me, I mean come on I thought I was his star student. Why is he torturing me with Lutz."

"Not my monkey, not my circus." Darcy snorted, "You're on your own here."

"How did you get rid of him, Darcy?" You pleaded.

"I liked him." She sighed.

"Oh... Right..." You let your face fall into your arms, "God I'm never gonna shake him, am I?"

"She's your what?" Allen snorted. 

"My history project partner!" Lutz fist-pumped, "God, I thought Neilson was a hardass but he really hooked me up this time."

"She is kinda bad," Zao smirked, "You gonna... ya know..."

"She said no getting buddy-buddy but, well, you know me," Lutz smirked, Allen and Zao whistling and cheering. "I mean... I dunno, maybe I won't go too far with her..."

"What? Are you going soft on us, buddy?" Allen cackled.

"Hey man, shes not really like other girls ya know, she didn't really fold fast at all. I kinda wanna see where it'll go..."

"'Not like other girls' is wild," Zao snorted, "she's gonna end up like every single one of them did, in your bed. Or mine. Might snatch her up since you're hesitating~."

"I mean it, I kind of... like her. I don't really want to make her into another fling.." Lutz leaned back in his chair, groaning. "God, what am I gonna do..."

Lutz had been studying with you every day this week, and you don't think you've ever seen him this dedicated to the class itself. When he could, he would invite you to his place—goofily kicking aside the stray socks and boxers left strung across the floor by his roommates—but when he couldn't, you would study on campus.

Today, however, it was raining.

Lutz (yuck) 3:42 Y/N lemme just come to your dorm pls my place is busy rn zao is dealiong drugs or smth ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Y/n3:43 no we can study tomorrow you're not coming in my dorm stay away far away ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Lutz (yuck) 3:43 P[LEASE ill be on my bestest behavior trust

You gave in eventually.

"-and in retaliation, they..." You glanced up at Lutz, scooting away a bit. "You're this close to sitting on me, dude."

"Sorry, the words are so small, I can't read them..." He slowly grinned, "Hey, maybe you should sit on me, süße-"

"Don't even start, Lutz." You groaned, punching him lightly as he practically giggled beside you.

"It smells great in here, what is that, vanilla?" He sniffed.

"I think my roommate has a candle in the bathroom," You said, "but I think its lavendar so I'm not sure where youre getting vanilla."

He hummed, and though you couldnt see it, he was staring at you as your rattled on about some random history thingy—he wasnt really listening in the first place. Lutz had grown a soft spot to you, much to Allen and Zao's amusement, it had gotten so bad he was turning down girls. Lutz Beilschmidt was turning down girls. He was whipped, but he was too lovesick to be ashamed.

You flipped the page gently, but Lutz reached over and flipped it back. When you looked up at him, his face was hovering inches away from yours and he was practically drowning himself in your eyes.

"I wasn't- I wasn't done reading." His voice came out low, his tone intimate even.

God, what was happening to you?

Charcoal nuzzled into your neck as you leaned back in Lutz's beanbag chair. He pouted at you from his desk chair.

"Charcoal doesn't even do that with me."

"What can I say, he must just like me more." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at Lutz as you rubbed the top of Charcoal's head.

"Maybe you're like his mom." Lutz grinned, "Which since I'm his dad that would mean-"

You threw his dirty socks at him.

Emma and Darcy were supportive of you, even if they did think you were a little stupid for falling for Lutz (though, Emma meant stupid in an endearing, cute way!). However, sometimes you wondered if Darcy was jealous, and sometimes it seemed like she was. When you were talking to Lutz in the hallways, him begging you to come hang out with him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes Darcy had ever seen, her browline creased and her lips downturned. When Lutz was texting you, begging for your attention, Darcy was glaring at your phone screen. When you were complaining about Lutz being a little too comfortable, Darcy was bitterly making comments like "must be hard" and "poor you".

"I was gonna go to a party at Theta Theta this weekend." Darcy said as she scrolled through her phone, "You guys wanna come with?"

"Isn't that Lutz's frat house?" Emma said, bobbypin in mouth as she braided your hair, "Ya know, the guy Y/n is head over heels for?"

"I am not head over heels for Lutz-!"

"I'm not letting that loser stop me from partying," Darcy grinned, giggling, "Plus, it gives little miss Y/n a chance to meet someone new~."

"Oooh!" Emma giggled, "We can find you a man to make Lutz jealous!"

"Guys I cannot believe youre trying to rope me into doing that in his god damn house, are you kidding me?" You griped, "I am not going."

You sipped lightly on a hard lemonade, the blaring music echoing through your ears as you looked through the crowd for any sign of Lutz. 

(Yes, you gave in)

Since arriving, you had lost Darcy in the crowd and hadn't seen a single glimpse of the fluffy blonde hair you were so familiar with. Emma suggested going up to his room, teasing you and saying you might've made him retire from his partying ways. You rolled your eyes, but carefully made your way up the stairs anyway. Immediately, you saw Lutz exiting his room, looking a bit dishevelled but, hey, he's a frat boy. You smiled widely as you went up to greet him.

You never made it to him.

No one other than Darcy, your best friend since before highschool, walked out of his room behind him. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair messy. She barely spared you a glance before wrapping her grimy hands around Lutz's bicep.

"Babe, come back~."

You and Emma drove home in silence. Emma was horrified at the news, you could hear her acrylics tapping away at her phone screen and you could only imagine the shit storm that Darcy was getting. Your own phone was blowing up, actually, and you had to put it on do not disturb to be able to focus on driving at all. The threat of breaking down and crying pricked at your eyes and made your nose feel ticklish, you felt ill, and you stomach wouldn't stop doing backflips.

When Darcy said you lose Lutz by liking him, she wasn't lying.

At the same time as you were fighting a breakdown, Lutz was cussing out a very smug Darcy.

"Holy shit what is wrong with you?" He scolded, "I'm sorry that I didn't like our fling and I'm not in love with you, but you are some kind of evil for doing this to your best friend. Like jesus fucking christ, what are you even getting from this?"

"Come on Lutz, we were better than whatever you had going on with her, she could never-"

"Don't even finish that thought." He spat, "Get out of my god damn house."

You were awoken from your sleep by pitiful, desperate pleas at your door. You heard the frantic knocking, the begging and crying and whining, and you knew who was behind it. You rubbed your eyes, still puffy from crying yourself to sleep, and checked your notifications.

Lutz <32:13 A.M. please its not what it looks like i know thats like a stupid overused excuse but its not an excuse darcy told me she wanted to talk to me about something she set it all up please i dont want anyone else

Lutz <3 2:43 A.M. please respond pick up my calls i swear to god Y/n i promise nothing was going on i'm not like that  i swear

You snorted at his texts, he was saying every excuse, using every cliché line that people use when they get caught.

"Y/n I know you're in there I just want to talk I swear nothing was happening," As you walked closer to your door you heard Lutz bang his head against the other side, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please just let me explain."

When you opened the door he stumbled in, his face painted in shock and sadness and relief all at once, and the moment he laid eyes on your pitiful expression he looked like the wind had just been taken out of him. He tried to place his hands on the sides of your face to wipe your tears, but you gently pushed his hands away by the wrists and stepped back.

"Y/n..."

"You have 10 minutes to explain." You sniffled. "And then I'm kicking you out for being a dirty, lying, unfaithful asshat!"

"No! No, nonono, I wasn't unfaithful nothing ever happened I swear. On my life, my brothers life, my mother, father, cat, on everything important to me I swear to you that nothing happened between me and Darcy." He pleaded, "When you guys got to the party I was just hanging out in my room, watching videos, you know how it is. Darcy had knocked on my door and I- I went to open it and she just walked in like she owned the place. It was gross she was acting like we're super close and she was all flirty and it-

"Either way, she was trying to be all handsy and I had pushed her off and stepped out and that when you came up the stairs. She just came out after me and I knew it looked so bad and I didn't know what to say and-"

Were his eyes glossing over?

"Look, look at my texts with her and- and you can see that there really isnt anything going on and I swear you're the only person I want. I don't even have her number saved in my phone, Y/n, she's nothing to me."

You snatched his phone, scrolling through countless texts of Lutz being so irreversibly angry and distraught while Darcy simply defended her actions. You checked her number, it was really Darcy, and you felt fat tears roll down your cheeks.

"Oh my god you're telling the truth." You sobbed as you launched forwards into his chest.

He smelled a little woody and his shirt still smelled like laundry detergent and yeah there was an underlying hint of alcohol but it wasn't nearly as strong as it was the day you became his project partner. You melted into him as he rubbed his (rather large) hands over your back, calloused fingers wrapping around your arm as he brought you closer and closer to him and if it weren't literally impossible you thought you might have ended up merging with him. He kissed the crown of your head, muttering words of reassurance and affection. 

Lifting your head up, he wiped the tears away from your face and brushed your hair behind your ears. He gently caressed your cheeks, letting his fingers dance over every detail of your cheek and jaw before shakily bringing himself closer and closer to you until his lips met yours and you melted into each other with so much passion and affection you thought you might drown

"I think I'm in love with you."

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[adelheidsideblog]

Do the 2P Axis act the same with as their 1P’s with high libido lovers or completely differently?

So, admittedly, I don’t know as much about (most) of the 2ps, so bear with me.

Germany:

- Like his 1p, I think sex is his stress relief

- He has more of a sub energy though, but seems like a vers. Ultimately if you’re bossy enough (and let him cum) I think he’ll do whatever you want.

- I could see him being into quickies where his partner gets off but he doesn’t (orgasm denial?)

- He’s also more open to public sex than his counterpart and will get frisky anywhere there isn’t kids around

- Ultimately a good match for someone with a high libido

Veneziano:

- I definitely think he’s similar to his 1p but I don’t see him receiving penetration

- I also see him bottoming less often

- Also is very into public sex but particularly in places he’s likely to get caught at (not church though. He can’t get a boner in such a holy place)

- Will overstimulate his partner to tears

- I actually think he has a lower libido but hates the idea of his partner masturbating without him so he’s more willing to get them off

- Anti-quickie unless he’s drunk

- He likes feeling needed (he would never admit that though)

- Overall I think he would do okay

Japan:

- Definitely has a higher libido than his 1p

- Has slept around a lot because of it

- He’s into edging/denial to make sessions longer

- To a lesser extent is also into overstimulation

- He likes to make you beg for it

- It takes him a long time to cum because of medication he takes

Prussia:

- I actually think he’s a sex repulsed asexual (1p Prussia is not sex repulsed but is on the asexual spectrum)

Romano:

- 2p Romano is very needy and his love language is physical touch, meaning he also has a high libido

- It doesn’t take him long to cum but he can go for multiple rounds

- I don’t see him as a top, or a dom

- For the most part, he lets his partner do whatever they want to him. He doesn’t really care so long as he gets to cum.

- With that being said he’s great at giving head

- Also an exhibitionist. He’s willing to have sex in shockingly public places too (he has had sex in a church)

[hws-italy]

“Barbie has a great day every day. But Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.”

-The Barbie Movie, 2023

They are so oddly Ken and Barbie? For some reason It just makes sense?

[capricorn-writes1]

Hey there! Can I get a headcannon of 2p Germany, Italy, and Japan? I would like to request a crushing headcannon 🥰🥰🥰

LUCIANO VARGAS (Italy), LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT (Germany), and KURO HONDA (Japan) Crushing Headcanons

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Hello there, Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the ask late because I had horrible carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand and depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and was able to get a quick 6 months of internship before leaving to find a new job.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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LUCIANO VARGAS - 2P North Italy

Luciano isn’t the type to stumble over his words when he flirts with you. His voice is silky smooth, teasing yet laced with a dangerous charm that makes your heart race. He enjoys watching you get flustered

Luciano has a refined taste and expects you to match it, often surprising you with expensive gifts. However, if you ever try to call him out on being ‘sweet,’ he’ll scoff and say it’s just because you need ‘aesthetic improvement.’

He doesn’t outright say, “You’re mine,” but his actions speak for him. His arm will casually rest on the back of your chair when others are around. If someone flirts with you, he’ll step closer, tilt your chin up, and remind you exactly who you belong to with a smirk.

He won’t admit it, but he does his research on what you like. If you mention an artist, expect to find rare pieces from them in your possession. If you like a certain book, he might casually discuss it, pretending he just happened to read it too.

If you ever get mad at him over something trivial, he’ll just smirk and tease you further. But if it’s something serious, his expression darkens, and he’ll actually take the time to listen. Apologizing isn’t his strong suit, but he’ll find another way to make it up to you.

Luciano doesn’t outright brag, but he enjoys impressing you. Whether it’s his cooking, fighting skills, or intelligence, he makes sure you notice his strengths. And if you compliment him? Expect his ego to swell—though he’ll pretend to be nonchalant about it.

He has a habit of calling you names that range from elegant to outright bizarre. “Bella” is a common one, but don’t be surprised if he calls you something odd like “Piccolo Demonio” (little demon) just to get a reaction.

Once Luciano knows you truly belong to him, he’s utterly devoted. He may still tease, smirk, and act smug, but there’s a new depth in his eyes—a silent promise that you’re the only one who matters. And if anyone dares to hurt you? Well, let’s just say they won’t be a problem for much longer.

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You had always known that Luciano Vargas wasn’t the kind of guy you could predict. He was smooth-talking, sharp-eyed, and had a smirk that could either melt you or send shivers down your spine—sometimes both at the same time. But lately, something about him had changed.

The way he looked at you lingered just a little too long, his teasing had taken on a more possessive edge, and he seemed to always be around, whether you noticed him at first or not. It was like he was drawn to you, and you weren’t sure if that should make you nervous or excited.

It wasn’t just his presence, it was the way he was present. He’d lean in close when he spoke, his voice a low murmur near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He’d trail his fingers along your wrist under the guise of inspecting your bracelet, his touch barely there but making your heart pound anyway. And when someone else got too close, he didn’t glare or cause a scene.

No, Luciano played his games subtly: an arm draped lazily around your shoulders, a casual “accidental” brush of his fingers against yours, a smirk aimed at whoever dared to think they could have your attention. “You should be more careful,” he murmured one day, twirling the ends of your scarf between his fingers. "Some people might get the wrong idea, cara mia/mio." And his eyes look at you sharply. “And what idea is that?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Luciano only chuckled, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. His scent was something warm, rich, and just slightly dangerous and wrapped around you like an invisible trap. “That you belong to someone,” he whispered, tilting your chin up with a single finger.

It wasn’t fair how easily he got under your skin. You had tried teasing him back once, calling him out on his flirtations, but the smug bastard only seemed to enjoy it. Yet, when you had turned the tables, calling him out for being jealous when you laughed a little too long at someone else’s joke, his smirk had faltered just for a second. "You think I’m jealous?” He scoffed, flicking an imaginary speck of dust off his sleeve. “Tsk, tsk, bella/bello. I don’t get jealous. I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” His fingers had curled around your wrist, holding you just firm enough to make your breath hitch.

The confession had left you speechless. And maybe, deep down, you had already known. The extravagant little gifts he never admitted were for you, the way he paid attention to your favorite things, how his touch was always just enough to remind you he was there. Luciano had long since decided that you were his, even if he hadn’t said it outright.

And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind. Because when he pulled you into an unexpected dance one evening, his hand pressing against the small of your back, his smirk was softer than usual. “Relax, tesoro,” he whispered, guiding you effortlessly. “You’ll get used to being in my arms soon enough.” And just like that, you knew you had fallen into his game. The worst part? You were starting to enjoy playing it.

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LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT - 2p Germany

Lutz wants you to think he’s the epitome of coolness. He’ll show off by lifting heavy things, revving his motorcycle unnecessarily, or casually mentioning his "bad boy" reputation. But the second you actually compliment him, he turns red and mutters, “Yeah, well… of course. I am avesome.”

He acts like your personal bodyguard, always standing between you and anyone suspicious. He’ll crack his knuckles and give people the look if they even breathe in your direction the wrong way. The funny thing? Half the time, there’s no danger; he just wants to look tough for you.

Lutz hates it when someone else makes you laugh because that’s his job. He’ll immediately try to one-up them, telling dumb jokes or doing stupid stunts just to make you laugh harder. And if you say he’s funny? Oh, he’s smirking for the rest of the day.

He’s the kind of guy who ruffles your hair, bumps shoulders with you, or casually pulls you into a bear hug. If he really likes you, his arm is probably always around you. And if you lean into it? Yeah, he’s melting inside, but he’ll never admit it.

He has no idea how to shop for crushes, so his gifts are either really cool or comically bad. One time, he got you a sick leather bracelet, perfect. Another time, he got you a knife because “it looked badass,” and you had to remind him you’re not in a gang.

“Babe”, “Hot Stuff", “Sweet Cheeks,” and even “My Tiny Nugget” (if you’re short). He’s constantly testing out new ones just to see your reaction. If you play along and call him a cute nickname? He goes so red but pretends he’s fine.

He acts like the big, strong, untouchable guy, but around you? He’s so weak. He’ll let you braid his hair, mess up his leather jacket, or steal his sunglasses, and he won’t even get mad. The first time you realized this, you knew you owned him.

The second he knows you actually like him back, he’s all in. He’ll still joke around, but his protectiveness and affection reach a whole new level. And if you ever doubt his feelings, he’ll just laugh, pull you into a hug, and say, “Babe, you’re stuck with me now. No take-backs.”

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The first time you noticed something was different about Lutz Beilschmidt, it wasn’t because of anything he said—it was the way he looked at you. Not his usual smirks, not his playful winks, but something deeper, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

You weren’t sure when it started, but lately, his teasing had turned into something warmer. His touches lingered, his arm naturally found its way around your shoulders, and there was an unmistakable gleam in his crimson eyes whenever you so much as smiled at him. “You’re staring,” you muttered, arching a brow as you leaned against the fence outside the park. “Yeah? Can’t help it. You’re kinda my favorite thing to look at, Schatz.” he grinned, nudging his sunglasses down his nose just enough to give you that cocky look

It wasn’t fair, really. Lutz had a way of making the most ridiculous things sound effortlessly cool. And it wasn’t just words—he acted like it, too. Like the time he shoved his leather jacket into your arms when you shivered, muttering, “Wear it, or I’m gonna be mad.”

Or the time he saw some random guy flirting with you and nearly crushed his beer can in half before slinging an arm around you and laughing way too loudly. Not that you minded. You liked this side of him, this mix of tough and stupidly sweet. But he was still Lutz, still the guy who would rather wrestle a bear than talk about feelings seriously.

Which is why, when you brought up the fact that he seemed a little… possessive, he scoffed, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Me? Possessive?” He let out an exaggerated laugh, but his fingers twitched at his sides. “Pffft. Nah. I don’t get jealous. I just-” He paused, giving you a sidelong glance before adding, “—don’t like when people forget their place. That’s all.” He murmurs, but loud enough for you to hear the snip bit of it.

You smirked. “So if I, let’s say, went on a date with someone else—” Lutz grabbed your wrist before you could even finish, his grip firm but careful. “You wouldn’t,” he said, and there was something in his voice, something real. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” His eyes were cold but you could see a flash of lights.

For once, he wasn’t joking. His usual easygoing grin was gone, replaced with something more serious, more raw. It made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect. You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “I wouldn’t,” you admitted softly. “Not if you told me why it would bother you so much.”

Lutz stared at you for a long second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. Then, with that familiar smirk playing at his lips, he shrugged. “Because, babe,” he said, tapping your nose playfully. “You’re mine. And I don’t do take-backs.”

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KURO HONDA - 2p Japan

Kuro isn’t the type to openly express his feelings at least, not at first. He watches you from the shadows, memorizing the little things you do, like how you tilt your head when you’re thinking. If you ever catch him staring, he simply looks away as if nothing happened.

Rather than confessing outright, he expresses his feelings in small, quiet ways. He’ll leave your favorite snack on your desk, adjust your scarf when it’s cold, or ensure you get the last cup of tea. He likes to show his care through actions rather than words.

Kuro isn’t naturally touchy, but when you lean against him or hold onto his sleeve, he doesn’t pull away. At first, he pretends it’s annoying, but the way his fingers subtly press back against yours tells a different story. If you hug him? He stands stiff for a moment before awkwardly patting your head.

Kuro won’t make a show of it, but he’s always subtly watching out for you. If you’re walking in a crowded place, he positions himself slightly in front of you. If someone is being rude to you, his voice takes on a cold, sharp edge that sends shivers down their spine.

He can make sharp, teasing comments effortlessly, but the second you flip the script on him, he’s thrown off. If you suddenly call him “cute” or lean in a little too close, his fingers tighten into a fist. “Tch. Don’t play games you can’t win,” he grumbles, looking away but his ears are definitely red.

Despite his cold exterior, Kuro genuinely feels at ease when you’re around. Your presence alone makes the world seem a little quieter, a little less exhausting. Even if you don’t speak, he’s content just sitting beside you, absorbing the warmth of your presence.

Kuro doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s breathtaking. It’s always small and fleeting, reserved for moments when you say something particularly amusing or endearing. If you ever catch it, consider yourself incredibly lucky.

The second Kuro realizes you like him back, his devotion is absolute. He won’t be overly clingy, but his actions will make it clear, he’s yours. He’ll stand beside you, defend you, and protect your peace, no matter what.

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Kuro Honda wasn’t the kind of guy who confessed. He wasn’t the kind who blurted out feelings or made a scene. No, he was much too careful for that. Instead, he let his emotions settle in the quiet moments, in the spaces between glances, in the lingering warmth of a jacket draped over your shoulders.

You never heard him say it, but you felt it like the way his gaze always found you in a crowded room, like the way his fingers brushed yours just a little longer than necessary. It started subtly, like all things with Kuro. At first, it was just coincidence like him showing up at the same café you liked, taking the same route home, staying a little longer in places where you were.

But then you noticed how he always seemed to walk on the side closer to the road, how he’d pull you to his other side when passing through a crowd, his hand lightly brushing your lower back before pulling away as if it never happened. “You’re always around,” you commented once, sipping your tea as you looked at him across the table.

He barely lifted his gaze from his book, only giving a quiet hum in response. “You don’t mind,” he said simply, flipping a page. You didn’t mind. If anything, you found yourself looking forward to his presence, to the moments of comfortable silence you shared.

Kuro was different, he never needed to fill the air with unnecessary words. He just existed beside you, but there were times when his actions spoke louder than anything he could have said. Like the day someone had grabbed your wrist a little too roughly at school, and before you could react, Kuro had stepped in.

His grip on the guy’s arm had been tight but not enough to hurt and scream in pain, but enough to make a point. “Let go,” he had said, his voice sharp, eyes cold enough to send shivers down your spine. The guy had immediately backed off, and Kuro had only looked at you once, scanning your face as if to make sure you were okay, before sighing. “People are annoying,” he muttered before walking ahead.

However, when you followed him, you realized he had subtly moved closer, his presence shielding you from any unwanted attention. Not in a suffocating way, but in a way that made it clear: you were his, even if he hadn’t said it yet. And that realization sent a rush of warmth through you.

The confession, when it finally came, was almost anticlimactic. You had been teasing him about something about how he always looked away when you caught him staring, maybe how he reacted whenever you jokingly flirted with him. He had been unusually quiet, staring at the sky, his fingers idly tapping against his sleeve. And then, just like that, he said it. “I like you.” Simple. Uncomplicated. As if he was stating a fact rather than confessing something that had been building for months.

You blinked, taken aback, but the seriousness in his eyes told you he wasn’t joking. Your heartbeat quickened, but instead of fumbling for words, you simply smiled. “Took you long enough.” For the first time in a while, you saw something rare, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips. And just like that, the silence between you wasn’t empty anymore.

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[askgermanyhetalia]

[wiblischtt]

Idk what I'm on.

[ask-2p-ger]

i've heard people say that europe can be divided into beer europe, wine europe, and vodka europe- honestly that seems fairly accurate.

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Ah, hello! I hope that you still take requests, if not, feel free to ignore this <3 but anyway, I wanted to request something about Ludwig and Lutz with the reader.. like the three of them together, nsfw if you want to. It's up to you really, I just want to read something about them 😫 thank you!

I do still take requests!! :D

Here ya go!

1p Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt & 2p Germany/Lutz Beilschmidt

They mostly ignore each other or send glares

But for you they will deal, Ludwig tries to make schedules for who gets time with you and when

Lutz however does not give two shits about the schedule, much to Ludwig's annoyance

Getting them to be civil is in itself not that hard, having them remain that way is a little harder, as Lutz will sometimes try to murder Ludwig either for your attention or plain boredom

He sucks at it though so Ludwig always finds out very early on

Which leads to a seminar for everyone about why you shouldn't try to kill your partner's partner, it's bad for morale

Anyway when they are being civil and also talking there will be a lot of not so friendly teasing (cough bullying cough) from Lutz, minded towards Ludwig and his inexperience with relationships

So unfortunately you can't really get them to both be there during sexy time, Ludwig tries to give Lutz the benefit of the doubt by suggesting they try to work together to pleasure you, but Lutz simply can't keep his mouth shut, meaning he will tease about everything, so Ludwig gets embarrassed and refuses to do anything with him near

To be fair Ludwig also nitpicks everything Lutz does to prepare or doesn't do in preparation for sex, which drives Lutz nuts

One of them is gonna ruin it every time so the other gets mad or embarrassed and they go back to glaring at each other

They are actually not the worst poly relationship possibility!

[hetarpg]

FURRY 2P!Germany!!!😦😧