2p Axis with a fem! reader who is very sweet and gentle and shows them sweet love a lot?
2p! North Italy ā Luciano Vargas
- At first, Luciano is completely baffled and low-key offended. āWhat is this? Are you mocking me?ā Heās used to fear, screaming, or people trying to manipulate him with fake charm. Pure, untainted sweetness throws him off his game.
- Heāll test you constantly in the beginning: stabbing the wall next to your head, smearing a bit of blood on your cheek with his thumb ājust to see if youāll still smile,ā threatening people in front of you. Every time you just softly touch his face, tell him heās handsome even when heās terrifying, or kiss the blood off his knuckles, something inside him cracks a little more.
- Becomes terrifyingly possessive. If your gentleness is this addictive to him, no one else is allowed to experience it. Heāll start calling you āangelo mioā in the most sickly-sweet tone while holding a knife to someoneās throat for looking at you too long.
- Secretly melts when you play with his hair or trace his scars while whispering that heās your precious Luci. Heāll never admit it, but he starts styling his hair more carefully because he knows you like running your fingers through it.
- Eventually he treats you like a holy relic he both worships and wants to lock in a gilded cage. Expect him to kneel dramatically and kiss your hands while murmuring how youāve ruined him for anyone elseāthen threaten to gut the next person who dares breathe in your direction.
2p! Germany ā Lutz Beilschmidt
- Lutzās initial reaction is suspicious laughter. āHeh⦠whatās the catch, prinzessin?ā Heās convinced gentle = weak, and weak people donāt survive around him.
- When you keep bringing him homemade lunches, bandaging his split knuckles without flinching, falling asleep on his chest while murmuring that you feel safe with him⦠the man bluescreens.
- Starts doing that thing where he looms behind you silently, arms crossed, just watching you hum and water plants or bake cookies, like he canāt compute what heās seeing. If you turn around and beam at him, heāll scratch his neck and look away, cheeks pink.
- Physical affection short-circuits him. If you cup his face and tell him heās a good man, heāll pick you up bridal-style, bury his face in your neck, and mutter āShut up⦠just⦠shut upā in the most embarrassed, flustered voice while holding you so tightly it almost hurts.
- Becomes your personal guard dog on steroids. Anyone raises their voice at you? Lutz is already cracking his knuckles with a lazy, terrifying smile. You just have to pat his arm and say āitās okay, Lutz, Iām not scaredā and heāll back offāgrumbling, but heāll back off because you asked.
- Sleeps with you literally on top of him like a weighted blanket. Claims itās because āyouāre tiny and cold,ā but really heās terrified youāll disappear if heās not touching you.
2p! Japan ā Kuro Honda
- Kuroās reaction is the coldest and most unsettling at first. He stares. A lot. Silent, unblinking, expression completely neutral while you offer him matcha you made ājust the way he likes itā or gently scold him for not sleeping.
- Heāll deliberately act cruel to test your limitsāignoring you for days, speaking in cutting monotones, even grabbing your wrist hard enough to bruise once. Every time you respond by kissing the inside of his wrist and whispering āI know youāre not as scary as you pretend,ā his mask slips for a fraction of a second.
- Starts leaving his bedroom door unlocked at night. If you crawl into his futon and curl against his back, heāll lie perfectly still⦠then very slowly reach back to rest a hand on your hip, thumb brushing your skin like heās confirming youāre real.
- Your softness becomes the only thing that quiets the constant storm in his head. When heās dissociating or about to lose control, just resting your forehead against his and speaking softly is enough to pull him back. He hates how much power you have over himāand loves it even more.
- Develops a habit of tracing ę (ai ā love) on your skin with his fingertip when he thinks youāre asleep. If you ever call him out on it, heāll deny it with the faintest flush.
- Anyone who tries to take your gentleness away from him will be disposed of so cleanly and quietly that even the other 2p!s are unnerved. Afterward heāll come home, wash the blood off his hands, and let you re-bandage a cut he āgot trainingā without saying a wordābecause youāre the only one allowed to touch him when heās like that.
2p! South Italy ā Flavio Vargas
- Flavioās first instinct is pure disbelief and vanity-fueled suspicion: āAre you blind, darling? Or do you just have terrible taste?ā Heās drop-dead gorgeous and he knows it, so he assumes your affection is either a fetish for danger or some elaborate prank.
- When you keep complimenting the parts of him no one ever notices (his tired eyes, the way his hands shake after a ājob,ā how pretty his voice sounds when he hums), he gets quiet in a way thatās actually terrifying for someone as loud as Flavio.
- Starts dressing you in clothes he designed himself, pastel silk and lace that make you look like a porcelain doll, because āonly the best for my little angelo.ā If anyone else so much as stares too long, he smiles brightly while describing in detail how heāll skin them and turn them into a handbag.
- Secretly keeps every single silly little thing you give him: pressed flowers, a ribbon from your hair, Polaroids of you sleeping on his couch. Theyāre locked in a heart-shaped box under his bed that he will kill over if someone touches.
- When you kiss his cheek and call him āmy beautiful Flavio,ā he dramatically collapses into your arms like heās been shot, then clings to you whispering āSay it again, say it again, Iām yours, only yours, caro mio.ā
- Has 100% threatened to burn down the world if you ever stop loving him. Said it with the biggest smile and a hug.
2p! Spain ā AndrĆ©s FernĆ”ndez Carriedo
- AndrĆ©s is so unused to gentleness that he legitimately doesnāt know what to do with it. Heāll stand there frozen while you carefully clean blood off his face after a fight, hands hovering like heās scared to touch you and break you.
- You start leaving little sticky notes on his mirror: āSmile today ā¤ļøā, āI made you lunch, itās in the fridgeā, āIām proud of you.ā He reads them over and over until the paper is soft from handling, then folds them into his wallet like theyāre sacred relics.
- When you fall asleep against his side, he sits perfectly still for hours just⦠watching you breathe. If anyone makes a sound, he will murder them without moving you an inch.
- Calls you āmi luzā in the most reverent tone youāve ever heard. Sometimes heāll say it like a prayer while pressing his forehead to yours after a nightmare, shaking, needing to feel that youāre still there and still gentle.
- Has a locked room in his house that no one is allowed in. One day you find out itās full of candid photos of you smiling, laughing, sleepingāhundreds of them. When confronted, he just shrugs and says āYouāre the only beautiful thing I have. I need to keep you forever.ā
- If you ever cry (even happy tears), he panics and starts frantically kissing every inch of your face until you laugh again. Your laughter is literally his lifeline.
2p! Prussia ā Gilen Beilschmidt
- Gilen (usually withdrawn, self-loathing, and convinced heās worthless) meets your softness with stunned silence and wide crimson eyes. When you cup his scarred face and tell him heās kind, precious, irreplaceableāhe honestly thinks youāre talking to someone behind him at first.
- Starts following you around like a lost wolf pup. Doesnāt say much, just quietly exists in whatever room youāre in, sitting on the floor beside your chair, head resting on your knee if you let him.
- You discover that if you run your fingers through his hair and hum, he falls asleep within minutesādeep, peaceful sleep he hasnāt had in years. He wakes up clutching your hand like heās terrified you left while he was unconscious.
- When you praise him (āYouāre so strong, but youāre gentle with me, and that makes you the bravest person I knowā), his voice cracks and he hides his face in your neck so you donāt see him cry. He will do anythingāliterally anythingāif it means youāll keep saying things like that.
- Extremely protective in the quiet, lethal way. Someone raises their voice at you? Gilen is suddenly between you and them, sword drawn, shaking with rage.
- Keeps a little notebook where he writes down every single nice thing youāve ever said to him. Reads it when the darkness in his head gets too loud. The pages are tear-stained and worn soft.
- If you ever call him āmein Ritterā (my knight) while kissing his eyelids, he will fall to his knees and swear eternal loyalty in the most broken, worshipful voice youāve ever heard. Youāve become his goddess, his salvation, and his reason to keep existing.
All of them go from āwhat is this sorceryā to āmine, mine, mine, touch her and I will end you and everyone youāve ever metā at warp speed. Your sweetness doesnāt make them softer toward the world, it makes them twice as feral about protecting (and possessing) the one gentle thing in their life.













