Mein Sohn. My Hero (2P Germany x Reader)It wasn’t that Lutz didn’t like kids it was just that he didn’t feel comfortable around them. In fact, the mere idea of being around a kid for more than a couple of minutes made him uneasy. He had two and even that was too much. He was proud to have two sons. One was four and the other was six. Six year old Franz looked like him. Scruffy blonde hair, strong stout features, but he had his mother’s (e/c) eyes and sharp wit. Tom was four and looked just like his mother with (h/c) hair, his violet eyes, and so far just quiet. In fact, sometimes it was hard to know where he was because he was quiet. He made him nervous, very nervous so much he didn’t want to be in the same room with him for too long alone. _________ and Franz went out shopping.
“Lutz, watch Tom, he’s upstairs playing,”
“Vhere are you going?”
“Grocery shopping. Want anything special?”
“Wurst, beer, and cigarettes,”
Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader)“MUTTI!” Tom ran downstairs and ran to his mother. Franz was laughing and holding up a pee soaked bed sheet. Tom looked miserable and was sobbing. ________ stared.Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh Tom, don’t tell me you had another one!”
“I-I’m sorry Mutti!” the little boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. ________ bent down and wiped her little cheeks.
“It’s okay dear. I know you didn’t mean to,”
“Kesesesese you’re going to have to wear a diaper again!” Franz laughed.
“Stop teasing your brother Franz!”
“But Mutti! Only babies wet the bed!”
“And suck their thumbs,” Franz stared.
“No, stop teasing your brother, he’ll grow out of it but until you’ve stop sucking your thumb, you have no right to tease him when he wets the bed. Now go play while I get Tom cleaned up,”
“Ja Mutti,” ________ sighs. Tom looked at her
The Beilschmidt Gene (2P!Germany x Reader)Tom was in trouble. Yes Tom, her good little boy. ________ little quiet baby was in trouble at school and for once it wasn’t his brother. Mrs. Stevens, his teacher, was waiting in the classroom. She wanted to see both parents.The Beilschmidt Gene (2P!Germany x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Beilschmidt, thank you for meeting with me today. I’m here to discuss Thomas with you,”
“Ja, what is it?” said Lutz looking at his son. He sank lower in his seat.
“It’s nothing serious but it has becoming a bit of a problem. He’s a quiet young man, excellent student and has given me no gray hairs, compared to Franz. But lately, he’s been pinching a certain area,”
“Thomas, do you mind, leaving the room for a few moments sweetheart?” Tom looked at his parents and hopped off the chair and scampered outside. Mrs. Stevens looked at them, “He’s been pinching and slapping behinds,”
“W-What?” said _________
A Beilschmidt Christmas (2P!Germany x Reader)Winter in Germany, 1940A Beilschmidt Christmas (2P!Germany x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He walked through the snow, hearing it crunch under his feet. He wasn’t afraid of anything that lurked in the woods, in fact, anything that lurked in it should be afraid of him. He was raised in the woods when he was a child and knew how to hunt and forage if he needed something. However, he wasn’t in the woods for leisure, he was hiding, hiding like a wounded wolf. He watched for the last few years his country deteriorating from the corruption that been spewing after the Great War. He, like many other Germen men fought in it and many a comrade died in it. He remembered leaving his family just to fight. He returned and promised to raise his sons to be as patriotic and strong, until he realized just as bad things have become. Soon he sons were brainwashed and he had to long flee for resisting. He was angry with himself, he told them to be strong, he told them to have country pride, but he didn’t warn them about listening to nonsense and to be
Mutti's Birthday (2P!Germany x Mutti!Reader)_______________ woke up that morning. She looked to the right and saw that Lutz wasn’t there. She looked puzzled as she freshened up and went downstairs. The whole house was still. Too still…she sighed and went into the kitchen. There she was greeted to the most chaotic sight she’s seen this year…her whole kitchen was covered in smoke and flour. Tom was on the ground with a bowl of batter on his head. Franz and Gilbert were fighting something that oozing from the oven.Mutti's Birthday (2P!Germany x Mutti!Reader)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“It’s still growing!” cried Franz pounding it with a rolling pin.
“Keep beating it!” Gilbert was hitting it with a frying pan. Lutz was juggling eggs while trying to put them in the pan while and trying to avoid Tom, who managed to get up, grabbed some oven mitts and brought the pan to his Vati. Germania was in the corner looking on and then placed his head in his hands and sighed.
“What’s going on in here?!” they stopped and looked up.
Riding Hood and the Wolf (2P Germany x Reader)Once upon a time, there was a young woman. She was good-looking girl with (e/c) eyes and lovely (h/c) hair. She was known around the city as the girl with the bike. She made a good reputation as being the fastest cyclists around. In her high school years, she loved nothing more than to drag race, play chicken, and be absolutely reckless with her life and her bike. In fact, when she was still active, many gave her the nickname Riding Hood, because of red jacket and helmet she used to wear was the only thing that bikers saw in the night. Even when she got out of school she became something of a legend and still dragged from time to time in neighboring cities. However, that all stopped when her grandpa died from illness. They were close, he was her mechanic, he taught her how to upgrade her old bike, and fiddled with things to make it the fast thing on the road. Since then, she settled down. She became a high end delivery woman, with the task of delivering high end and expensive cargo toRiding Hood and the Wolf (2P Germany x Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A fading mark (2p GermanyXReader)Lutz’s violet eyes widened. You cringed as you gingerly pressed your fingertips to the sore spot on your face. His knees wobbled and he fell to the floor in front of where you’d fallen. His hands open and empty, he trembled as he stared at his handprint on your cheek.A fading mark (2p GermanyXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“T-Tut mir leid.” He breathed, then reached out to you and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Es tut mir leid.” Repeating that single sentence over and over, he buried his face in your neck.
You could feel his trembling and you instinctively cupped his face, stroking the scar everyone judged him on. “It was just an accident Lutz, it’s okay.” You bumped your forehead against his and tried to smile, though the throbbing ache on your cheek made it hard to do so.
You didn’t really understand how or what exactly had happened, it had all gone too fast but in any case all you could remember was this; you were about to walk into the kitchen af
My Muse (Mechanic 2P!Germany x Artist!Reader)Starving artists. Where did this term come from? It came from people who didn’t have a creative bone in their bodies. It wasn’t that they were starving artists; it’s just that they sacrificed a lot for something to come true, even if it meant that society didn’t really value them, until they were famous of course. _______ wasn’t famous yet. She went to college for art theory and learned art mediums like painting and metalwork. When she left, she worked odd jobs but continued to work on her art, she had to. It was her passion. It was hard to be an artist but no one got where they were now, unless they worked for it or given a chance and so far, no one gave her a chance. She lived in a large brick studio apartment alone with her art and it was just them. She lived in a middle class neighborhood and the mortgage was cheap, mainly because she didn’t live on the “artsy” side of the neighborhood. She used to but long moved away. Her boyfriend aMy Muse (Mechanic 2P!Germany x Artist!Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Das Nachtkrapp (2P!Germany x Reader)Tom and Franz ran for their bedroom as they were chased by a monster. It popped out of the brush and chased them all the way home and around the house. ____________ was startled and went to see what was going on and saw something towering over her two babies as they screamed and hugged each other. She tackled the creature and proceeded to beat the living shit out of it. She seen discovered that the “creature” was her idiot brother-in-law scaring her sons. Germania cuddled the boys closed as ____________ chased him around the house. Gilbert ran through the house laughing hard as she whacked him a few times with the broom. He used the couch to keep her at bay for awhile.Das Nachtkrapp (2P!Germany x Reader)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET THEM WATCH THAT MOVIE! AND NOW THEY’RE SCARRED FOR LIFE!” Germania looked up.
“Yes! The idiot took the boys to see Creature from the Black Lagoon a few months ago and they JUST gotten over their fears, until now! Where did you get that costum
Perfect accident. 2p Germany x Reader. One shot.Perfect accident. 2p Germany x Reader. One shot.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The club would be opening up at 9:00. So that means 5 hours of constant drink making, constant pick up lines, and the occasional sexual harassment. If you did not love this job you would have gone crazy and decked every guy or woman who tried touching you!
All that you really wanted was to go home, see your brothers and laugh while watching Toris play resident evil with natalia. That poor sucker always lost!
Yet alas here you where cleaning glasses, making sure the Alcohol was stacked, making sure everything was spic and span shiny clean. Oh well it was the last day of your 4 day shift then you get 4 days off.
"Hurry up ve have a lot of sings to do."
You looked up to see the perverted boss you have come to know, although something was different. Here was Mr. tough German man with a scar on his face, curly short hair always mostly hidden by his hat. Here was the man that always wore his jeans and muscle shirts trying to pick on you...holding the hand of a little 7 year old.
Skinny Dipping - 2P!Germany x Reader A peaceful summer night in the woods. Crickets were chirping in the distance, a still breeze flowed through the trees and the lake shone under the moonlight. Behind some bushes a couple hid and debated.Skinny Dipping - 2P!Germany x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on, katzchen. Zhis'll be fun," the German said.
"No, what if someone catches us! I don't want to do this," the girl told him making him chuckle.
"Come on (f/n). Vhen have I ever tricked you?" he chuckled.
"All the time! You make me do things I wouldn't even-" he interrupted her by smashing his lips against hers. He broke off and looked down triumphantly.
"But you alvays end up liking them," he smirked giving her a wink.
The girl stayed there, flabbergasted. (f/n) couldn't retaliate. The blonde just laughed and took advantage of her state to start stripping. (f/n) snapped out of it when he pulled off his pants.
"Lutz! What the hell are you doing?!" (f/n) exclaimed, shocked at her boyfriend.
He took off his boxers proudly and headed towards the lake. Lutz cannonb
2p!GermanyXReader *Your P.O.V.*2p!GermanyXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting in the living room of your apartment, extremely bored. You were watching some cheesy rom-com, half paying attention, from what you could tell the girl fell in love with a guy, but was too afraid to tell him, unknowing he felt the same way.
Watching the movie made you think about the guy you had a huge crush on. Lutz Beilschmidt, you had been friends with him since early high school and had a crush on him for almost the whole time you’ve known him. He was your stereotypical bad boy; he had a large build and would kick anyone’s ass that pissed him off enough, (which didn’t take much), had a few scars from said fights, had a few tattoos, smoked cigarettes, almost always wore a leather jacket and rode a motorcycle.
He had short unruly curly blonde hair, bright purple eyes, a scar under his right eye and almost always had a smirk or frown on his face (which was a very
The Mad Young Master (2P Austria x Reader)Classical music made a comeback after years of being dead. Now young people were getting more and more into classical music. Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Chopin, all of the greats were being studied, listened to, and shared by the young people. This was all because of a musician who called himself the Mad Young Master. People used to call him the Brat Prince, but he said that wasn’t strong enough for him. He was brash, he was a bad boy, and he has single handedly made people fall in love with the classical genre all over again. However, it wasn’t without its problems. Students took to smashing their violins, demanding their music teachers to play the “cooler” versions of the classics, and heckling musicians at concert halls to place metal. _______ couldn’t even BEGIN to like the boorish young man. Everyone treated him like he was a fucking god. In reality, he was a pain in the butt. How did she know? She lived in the same studio complex as him. She couldnThe Mad Young Master (2P Austria x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Three Little Grannys (2P!Germany x Reader)Once upon a time, there was a big bad reformed Wolf. He was clever, strong, and cunning. However, he met his met when he tackled with the infamous Red Riding Hood. After a series of events, the Wolf aka Lutz as been paroled and paired to Red Riding Hood aka __________ and her grandma and helped take care of the elderly woman. ______________ because of Grandma’s health decided to move into her grandma’s house together with Lutz, who was there because he actually liked Grandma and the hot food and work she gave him. Many of the seniors in the town nearby were at first frightened of the ex con but soon warmed up to him because of his semi pleasant demeanor (and because Grandma often accompanied him to put them at ease) and his handiwork when it came to fixing things for them. Even though he was constantly busy, he still had time to take _________ out on a few dates and they were getting closer and closer to each other.The Three Little Grannys (2P!Germany x Reader)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Are you really gonna to let her date that man
Your Turn- 2P!GermanyxReader.:2P!Germany:.Your Turn- 2P!GermanyxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Lutz, come on,” you groaned when Lutz would continually ignore you, poking the scar on his cheekbone multiple times in annoyed playful ruthlessness, “Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on the baby...”
Lutz smirked faintly in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest, riddled with scars, to keep you from moving. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Lutz, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.
Sleepily, you said to Lutz again, “Please Lutz, it's your turn to check on the baby...”
Lutz lifted one of his eyelids to allow his piercing violet eyes to stare at you, a smirk playing up on his scarred face, “Vhy should I, Kätzchen?” One of his hands, which was once safely resting on your stomach, came up and groped you, making you squeak and blush profusely.
You coughed, trying to ignore Lutz's growing arousal on your
2p!Germany X Reader: Fixing a Broken Heart2p!Germany X Reader: Fixing a Broken Heart2p!Germany X Reader: Fixing a Broken Heart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Its alright (Name) he didn't deserve you!" your best friend Elizaveta kept repeating, she held you tightly as you continued to cry your heart out.
Your fiancee, Alfred had broken off the marriage and ran off with another girl a few weeks ago. The worst part was he texted you that he didn't love you and was leaving you for another woman. You called Elizaveta and of course she came running over to comfort you.
"B-but" you couldn't even form a sentance without beguining to cry again.
"He is a jackass" you turned you head slightly to see Natalia standing there with that evil glint in her eyes.
"He does not derserve the air he breathes" she glared out the frosted window, if looks could kill the human race would be extinct.
"How did you get in here?" Elizaveta asked as you sobs turned into sniffles.
"The door was open and I heard crying while chasing Big brother. You had never chased big brother so you are my friend" She put a hand on your shoulder
Contest Entry: 2P!Germany x Reader: To Find Love He strode down the hall in the morning, the usual smirk spread across his face. But as the newly decorated hallways hit him, he scowled. This was one thing about the school that he minded the most.Contest Entry: 2P!Germany x Reader: To Find Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Most girls were squealing like pigs over at each poster that was put up, and even the boys were talking about it. The rest of the student body was alive with talk over preparations for the event to be launched a few weeks from now. For him though, that meant that, in that morning, nobody stole a glance at him like they usually did. The high of prom was among them again, and that irked him.
As he sat down in his first class, pretty early due to his other friends being elsewhere or otherwise busy, he saw one of his other batchmates poke her head in and glance around. She smiled at him, waving slightly, and he casually bobbed his eyebrows, when in truth he wanted to smile and wave her over. S
2p!Germany x Reader - You-er Than YouYou-er Than You2p!Germany x Reader - You-er Than You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
2P!Germany x Reader
Lutz sat on his bed with his head in his pale hands and tears flowing from his violet eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but it had certainly been months if not years since the last time salty droplets had graced his cheeks. "God damn it!" He shouted. "Why the hell am I not good enough? Why do they all fucking love him and not me?" He asked the empty room , but it had no answer for the man who felt so utterly inferior to his mirror image, Ludwig, the 'perfect' German.
Though he wouldn't admit it Lutz was jealous of Ludwig, jealous of his sky blue eyes, his lack of scars, heck Lutz was even jealous of Ludwig's hair and body structure that were so similar to his own. Even though he too was Germany he felt like Ludwig was more German than he could ever be. He was stoic, strong and quite while Lutz was just an unusual perverte
2p!GermanyXReaderYou were asleep in your bed, dreaming the same dream you had been for the past 2 years.2p!GermanyXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was about the day your boyfriend, Lutz, went off to war. You were both standing in the airport saying your last goodbyes. He was holding you while you were silently crying into his chest, “Don’t worry liebling, I’ll be back I promise.” You nodded and looked up at him and he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. The kiss probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like hours to you both and it was the best you had together. After he let you go from the kiss, he smiled down at you, turned and walked away.
And that’s how the dream always ended, just like how he left. You were crying, him kissing you and then him leaving.
For the first year you both sent letters to each other, it was mainly him telling you that he’d make sure he’d get back home to you and you telling him that you missed and
Prom Night (2P Austria x Reader)___________ was glad to be back in town again. She hadn’t been there for years not since she left for college. She was actually forward to it. She’s been on tour for a year now and it was good to see where she started her music career. She came by herself. She went to see her parents, whom still thought she was a starving artist until she wrote a large check to repay them for the apartment she rented. They insisted that she stayed home while she was there but she had a better idea, the bed and breakfast in town. First thing that morning, she went to visit her old high school. She smiled fondly at the old places she used to practice but she left quickly. She found herself at Academy of the Arts where she honed her music skills. She couldn’t help but linger, even talking to Madame Collette, the founder and Headmistress of the school. She stayed there until the afternoon. She kept driving until she stopped at the Starlight Hotel. She made her way through and found theProm Night (2P Austria x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Somewhere I Belong (2P F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)Francis Bonnefoy was badass, the definition and what many thought a badass would be. In fact, he was so powerful, he controlled most of the underworld’s dealings from extortion, blackmail, kidnapping, prostitution, and even drug trafficking. His papa, Gaul, was tough and made him tough. No one dared fuck with his Papa. Francis grew up to be a badass, had an empire of his own, and a wife. However, something changed, something major that he couldn’t take back. He had a son. He didn’t know HOW he got there, he didn’t know WHY, but it didn’t change the fact that he had a son and a single father. He wasn’t kid friendly to begin with. It wasn’t like he didn’t like Matthew; it’s just that he couldn’t be around him for a long time. He ruined the boy’s life. He knew what he had to do. There weren’t many places that he or Gaul hadn’t had groups in. However, there was man who knew whom he knew would be about for him.Somewhere I Belong (2P F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
2P!GermanyxReader2P!GermanyxReader2P!GermanyxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You slammed your fists against the door, pounding the chipped wood. Tears dribbled down your cheeks and your breath came in short hic-upping gasps. You barely registered the little stabs of pain in your hands from the splinters jabbing at your skin.
Moving one hand off the door, you slammed it palm first onto the doorbell. Your heart raced, slamming against your ribs in an erratic pace. After a few moments, you moved both hands to the door knob and attempted to jerk the door open.
The tears streaming down your face dripped off your cheeks, splattering onto your shirt. Roughly swiping at your eyes, you kicked at the splintering door a frustrated sob bursting from your lips.
Reaching back with one leg you kicked again, hands rubbing your eyes.
Your foot did not connect with the door. Instead you felt something softer give way slightly.
"VAT ZE HELL?!"
You stumbled backwards, eyes wide with surprise.
2P!GermanyXReader: Training “Katzchen,” A voice mused. Your fist clenched, that dang pet name.2P!GermanyXReader: Training2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“What do you want Lutz?” You looked at the blonde haired, violet eyed German.
He stood in your front doorway leaning on the frame. Naturally he was wearing black military uniform pants and a white tank top. “I was wondering if you wanted to come train with me,” His voice was laced with a thick german accent.
Running? Training for nothing in particular, it wasn’t really up your alley. But you looked at the mans violet eyes again and sighed. It wasn’t the training you were interested in.
You turned your head to one side, “Fine, give me a sec,” You shut the door and went to your room to get some different clothes on. You decided to wear a pair of basketball shorts and a white T-shirt.
You shuffled back out to the living room and Lutz was sitting on your couch, “Just let yourself in I guess,” You growled s
Joyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)Francis sat in his study. He glared at the calendar. His birthday was coming up. He hated birthdays. He didn’t mind getting older without the notions of everything that came with it. No longer relating to anyone, no longer being able to enjoy solitude, no longer being able to join new things without being the older or senior of anything, then again he was jaded. He lived his life and he was actually okay with getting old without people thinking you’re suppose to act a certain way. He sighed and got up. He went towards the mirror. He was still a handsome man, bored as fuck but handsome. Since he couldn’t see Francine, he never thought he would ever be able to even smile again yet here he was, oddly okay with life now. He remembered the days where she could try to make his birthday special, special supper, special cake, special outing, hotter than hot sex and then sleep, that’s all he needed. He smiled at the thought then felt sad again. No one to fuck and no oneJoyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ours: 2p! Germany x Reader"Lutz?" He turned to see his wife, smiling at him. He smirked and wrapped his arms around her. "Breakfast for my hardworking husband." She pressed her lips to his collarbone.Ours: 2p! Germany x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Sounds great...zhough zhere is somezing else I'd razer have." A devilish grin crept onto his face. Her eyes widened, and she ran out of the bathroom. She screamed playfully as she slid into the kitchen. He was right on her tail, chuckling. His eyes narrowed as scanned the kitchen. His orbs widened slightly at the sight of a several toes sticking out from under the curtain. His ears straining to hear the nearly inaudible giggles that could only belong to his wife. "I vonder vhere miene katzchen ist?" He smirked as he closed in. His arms flew out and trapped the fugitive, who squealed aloud.
"Hey!!" She complained giggling. He quickly parted the curtain and gazed down at his wife. His lips pressed against hers. "I love you..." She whispered as he pulled away.
"Ich liebe dich auch..." She looked up at her husband an