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Scotland x reader x England Idk maybe the reader was expecting to come over for tea only to for the brothers to fight over the reader?
Okay. I feel ya. I might break this down into multiple parts with different endings. I dunno. Let's see if ya like this one shot first.
I'm sorry for the LONG wait. I was just recently put back on an anti-psychotic because I was showing signs of ✨paranoid schizophrenia✨and I'm also struggling to find a job so I can start college. I was barely conscious of my existence for a while there. I'm stressed, depressed, and losing my damn mind.
So let's try to numb the pain with yandere country personifications! Lmfao
(Y/N)'s POV
I drove over to Arthur's house. Arthur invited me over for a cuppa and considering Alfred decided to drop by my house with Matthias and Gilbert, I much rather be at Arthur's. Those three are so annoying.
When I got there, Alistair was there too. He was wearing a loose, white dress shirt that had the top two buttons unfastened and dark blue dress pants. His fiery red hair was messy as usual and he had a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, smoke slightly obscuring his face. He seemed a little agitated, but he always seemed that way so I brushed it off. (That man needs to take some anger management classes, I swear.)
"Hey, where's Arthur?" I asked, looking around Arthur's big ass house.
"In the sitting room." Alistair huffed, glaring in the direction of the room containing his little brother.
"Alright, thank you." With that, I make my way towards the sitting room, throwing a smile towards the older Kirkland man. Once I walked in the sitting room, I spotted a head of blond hair. He was sat on an arm chair, muttering angrily as he fussed with a tea kettle. I smirked and snuck up behind Arthur. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Arthur yelped in shock and whirled around with his fists raised.
"Alistair, I swear-" He began, before realizing that it was only me. He put his fists down, smoothed out his vest, and the smiled at me. His emerald green eyes shone and he moved to envelop me in a hug.
"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you made it!" He pulled away from the hug, his hands remaining on my waist as he looked deeply into my eyes. This felt way too intimate for friends. This is uncomfortable. Can he let me go now?
"Um..." I began. "I'm kinda thirsty. Is the tea ready?"
That seemed to snap him out of whatever reverie he was in the middle of. He let me go and led me over to the couch.
"Ah, yes. Tea is ready. I hope chamomile is good enough."
I giggled. "Yeah, chamomile is good. Did you make any snacks?"
He smiled at me, but soon his expression went sour as he looked at something by the doorway.
"If he did, our house would have burned down." A gruff voice sounded from behind me.
I looked over to see Alistair standing against the doorway, his arms crossed and a lit cigarette between his fingers. Arthur huffed.
"My cooking is not that bad." Arthur argued, face turning red from embarrassment and anger.
"I'd beg to differ. You'd kill the poor lass with your cooking." Alistair retorted.
"Okay, please calm down. I came over here to escape Alfred and his friends' annoying antics, not to hear you two bicker." I take a deep breath. "Let's just enjoy some tea."
Arthur sent one last glare at Alistair before fixing me a cup of tea, handing it over to me with a quiet "here, love". I grab the tea cup, taking a sip while I leaned back and crossed my legs. I hummed in satisfaction as the flavor of the tea spread across my tongue. I brought the cup away from my lips, watching as Alistair made his way to the couch opposite Arthur and me. His forest green eyes were trained on me, eyeing me up and down. His staring made me feel subconscious of my choice of clothing. I was wearing a mint green sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
"So, Arthur. What books have you read recently?" I asked, turning to Arthur. Maybe starting a conversation will get Alistair to stop staring at me. Or to help ignore his eyes burning into my body.
"Oh, I just finished reading All the Light We Cannot See. It was pretty good. I suggest you give it a try."
"Ooh, what's it about? Maybe I'll add it to my To Be Read list."
"Well, its about-" He was cut off by a groan from the oldest Kirkland brother. Our gazes fell towards Alistair.
"God, why are you both so boring? Can't you talk about something more exciting than books?"
"Well, I-" I began. "I'm sorry that you find the things I like boring."
The Scottish man's eyes flicked to me as they widened, as if he didn't mean to offend me.
"Now, look what you've done! You hurt her feelings!" Arthur growled. "Just because you aren't intelligent enough to enjoy a book doesn't mean you can just insult those of us who do enjoy them."
Alistair huffed. "At least I have more manly hobbies. What type of man does embroidery?"
"Excuse me?" Arthur yelled. "What the hell does that mean?"
"Hey, wait a minute-" I whispered, panicking because I realized that a fight was almost inevitable at this point. I was cut off by Alistair.
"It means that you're not a man. At least not one worthy of having (Y/n)."
"Wait, what-"
"How dare you! I am perfectly worthy of her! As if she would ever want to be with a brute like you!" Arthur shouted, standing up. His cup of tea fell to the ground, spilling it onto his khaki dress pants.
"Hey, guys. Please-"
"Oh, please. All women want to be with men like me." Alistair scoffed, slowly raising himself up from the couch. "She probably gets wet every time she sees me."
"That's not-" I stood up, trying my best to protest against these claims.
"Are you serious? Quit sexualizing her! I highly doubt that she is that much of a tasteless degenerate."
"Quit sexualizing her? I hear you nearly every night rubbing one out while moaning her name. You sexualize her so much more than I do."
Excuse me? What? That escalated quickly.
"I- But I- Well-" Arthur stammered, cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. "Well I never!"
"Please just stop!" I yelled. "I came over here to relax, not listen to you argue! Clearly, that isn't going to happen, so I'm just going to go home!"
I began to make my way towards the doorway, Arthur and Alistair protesting all the way. I was just beyond the doorway of the sitting room when I felt a strong grip on my hand yank me back into the sitting room.
"(Y/n), wait! Please don't go!" Arthur pleaded, his eyes wide and frantic.
"Man, I just wanted to have some tea and relax, not listen to you two talk about what you think is going on with my vagina at any given time or how you masturbate to the thought of me."
"I know! I know and I'm sorry." Arthur's grip on my wrist tightens as tears began to form in his eyes. "Please don't go! We'll behave! I promise!"
"I don't know-" I began, looking into Arthur's eyes. "I don't know how to feel about everything I just learned about how you two view me."
The grip on my wrist tightens and Arthur tenses up.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hate me."
"I-" I take a deep breath and pry my hand away from him. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."
With that I ran away, not looking back. Hopefully, these two will get themselves together and quit acting like horny teenaged boys.
So this was less Yandere than I wanted. But I feel bad for nearly 2 years of nothing, so I'm going to post this. Maybe in the future I will redo this one.
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May I ask for some headcanons for your thoughts on what would happen if Germany, England, and Prussia were all romantic yanderes for the same human darling? I imagine Germany and Prussia would probably team up or something. Thank you! (Also, love your work!)
SHARING A DARLING: ENGLAND, GERMANY AND PRUSSIA.
you're absolutely right, germany and prussia would share their darling if they shared the same obsession, no matter what the scenario was.
when it pertains to countries capable of sharing their beloved darling with others, i think the more powerful nations are least likely to come to an agreement - can you imagine arthur sharing during the british empire? mongolia during the yuan dynasty? grandpa rome during hadrians reign? hell nah.
whilst in hp, the yandere's might share their darling out of care for the darling, these are nations we're talking about here. they most likely have a darling who is also a nation, no one is in their right mind here.
current day england wouldn't be too keen on sharing either, but he hasn't exactly had his fall from grace like mongolia, or rome. he's still alive and kicking it and a global power, albeit not as much as he once was.
would he share with the likes of latvia, argentina, iceland, mongolia or hong kong? no, why would he. unless his darling is a superpower that wants to pursue a relationship with a weaker country, what are they going to do (sabotage, arthur).
but germany is a different story, brexit doesn't change the fact that germany is a major world power these days. gilbert would get laughed at if ludwig didn't agree to share with him. but honestly, gilbert is a bit of a second class citizen in this sitatution, assuming it's post ww2. yeah he can sleep in the same bed as his darling but does he get to make any decisions about the relationship? not unless he irritates ludwig into negotiating with england.
so bottom line, they could come to a 'peaceful' agreement, after years of back and forth, attempting to sway the other away from the darling. but once the deal is set and done? it's much easier if the darling is a human or minor country, easier to keep them at either arthur or ludwig's house at all times.
romantically, they are both awkward as fuck - okay arthur has a bit more slick and experience, but overall, darling couldn't have ended up with a worse pair (they could've: rusger), prussia isn't much better. sure, he might act like a bigshot, but mans been a dedicated catholic his whole life who's closest romantic experience was when he tagged along to one of austria and hungary's date nights, circa 1900. he only knows how to handle one kind of sword, there's a reason germany turned out so strict.
honestly, there's probably little indication to the darling that the relationship is in fact romantic, when at arthurs they have to make him tea, at germany's they help sort out his paperwork, aside from morning kisses and sharing a bed, there's nothing particularly romantic about this relationship. gilbert spends most of his time with his darling playing video games, so when they are in their romantic, affectionate moods, the darling is in for quite the shock.
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Hey, I love your work! May I please request some headcanons with yandere! England, France, Italy, Russia, Romano, and Spain with a super cuddly s/o? (I'm sorry if this has already been requested.)
Yandere headcanons with a cuddly s/o
England
England is a strict worrying yandere. He’s one of the more intense yanderes to live with. But with a s/o that’ll willing cuddle with him constantly his darling’s leash will become a lot longer.
Arthur sees cuddling with his s/o as a bonding activity. The more cuddling and skin to skin contact the better. He views the cuddling as sign of her trust and reliance on him.
Arthur has a bad habit of infantilizing his s/o. He’s still bitter about losing his precious colonies. He’ll be tucking in his s/o and cuddling her close every night and cutting out time of his day to read with her on his lap.
France
France is a delusional yandere. He truly believes that his darling loves him but is still in denial. So when his darling starts cuddling up with Francis immediately believes that his suspicions have been confirmed. And that she’s totally okay with being kidnapped by him.
Francis is the most romantic yandere ever and he loves to spend long hours on the hill tops with his darling in his arms. This cuddling will no doubt gain his trust. So if you’re his darling expect to go on picnics a few times a week at least and spend all of it in his arms.
Russia
Russia sees his darling’s affection as her accepting her new place as his s/o. Ivan loves cuddling and physical touch more than anyone else. So he’ll be clinging to his darling 24/7. Ivan will be hugging her in the kitchen, bathroom, and everywhere else.
Sleeping next to the Ivan in the same bed is difficult to say the least. He’s a big guy that takes up a lot of space. But he’s insistent on cuddling his darling all night long. His darling might be cuddly but she’s got to feel smothered by the Russian giant.
Romano
Lovino is like a cat in terms of his personality. His darling will cling onto him for hours at a time and he’ll do nothing but complain and tell her that she’s being annoying. But the second she lets go Lovino will be glaring and freaking out as to why she stopped holding onto him.
Lovino will always tease his darling for clinging onto him. He secretly loves it and his darling knows too. Lovino will never admit to loving her embrace.
Italy
Feliciano will no doubt match the energy of a cuddly darling. He’ll be cuddling up with her at every chance he gets. Feli will be so ecstatic every time his s/o hugs him every time.
Feliciano like Ivan is a bedtime cuddler. He might as well get a smaller bed since he doesn’t need that much space. Feliciano just cramps next to his darling is a small space anyways.
Spain
Antonio is also like a cat but in the exact opposite way of Romano. He’s calm and sleepy constantly. He’ll relax with his darling in his arms. Iron grip
Antonio will always humor his darling’s attempts of cuddling and hugging him. While he’s cooking for the two of them he’ll often be snuggly wrapped around her waist keeping her as close as possible to him.
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I sometimes casually cosplay while I write.
Two latest pieces coming soon. One is an ask the other has a working title of : Become my Doll a Yandere England x Reader piece that I’m trying to make as a oneshot.
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England with a submissive darling? So someone who doesn’t ‘fight back’ his just asks to be looked after and not to be given any real reason to want to ‘fight back’
Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling
It would be the same on both sides.
If they don’t give him a reason to punish them then everything will be peachy.
He will be hesitant at first believing this could just be some kind of trick but if his darling continues to show that they can be trustworthy then he will go back to being calm.
If they want to be taken care of then he’s more than happy to do so.
Whether that entails the “traditional” way or something similar.
He truly didn't think it would go this smoothly yet is happy that they didn’t make it hard.
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Um... @newhetaliafan? Remember how Arthur confessed he was a yandere...well...he wasn't lying...
Don't worry I'll save Ludwig... At some point...
#hetalia#hws england#hws germany#gereng#engger#geruk#tw hypnosis#yandere#yandere england#yeah we'll tag like that#england ai shenanigans
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Can you please do yandere Allies and/or Axis (and Lithuania, if possible 👉👈) accidentally completely breaking their s/o? Like, s/o was unlucky to be already mentally unstable and fragile by the time of abduction, and after some time just couldn't handle the experience anymore - shutting down, becoming an empty shell of a person
I hope such detailed request is okay,,
Detailed requests are very welcome! I would hate to misinterpret a request or fall short of what you want so the more detailed you are the better imo :)
America
Looking at your emotionless and near lifeless form kills Alfred inside
Alfred isn’t a harsh yandere, more of a middle type, and this was never his goal
He never wanted to see you so….dead
You just follow whatever he says, robotic and thoughtless
He could ask you the most horrific request and you just do it
Alfred doesn’t know what to do
He doesn’t want to see you like this, but he doesn’t want to throw you out, he can’t return you either, and Alfred isn’t mentally ready to try and end your life
In the end, he decides to just care for you as much as he can, hoping one day you return to him
England
Arthur can’t believe it when he sees you just give up
Arthur is a softer yandere, not seeing the point in hurting his beloved, and he can’t believe you just gave up
He can’t comprehend how stressful it was to be stalked and kidnapped, how sad you were before this
Arthur is likely to just drop you off back home
It’s not that he’s given up on you, but he can tell you won’t come back to him if you’re here
He watches from afar for as long as it takes for you to get better before he makes another move
France
Francis becomes depressed at the start
He knew it was coming, he could tell since before kidnapping you that you weren’t strong mentally
But he never truly thought you’d become like this
Francis decides to dedicate his life caring for you
Even if he doesn’t succeed in making you ‘wake up’
He even plays a sick game of house in a way
He takes you on walks, to stores, and restaurants and just pretends you’re his wife who had an illness that left you like this
Canada
Matthew is so incredibly distraught
He didn’t mean to do this to you, he never ever wanted to hurt you
But now you were just an empty shell of the person he loves
He doesn’t know what to do, and for several days he essentially lets you rot away in a room
Matthew can’t stand seeing you like this and decides to give you back to your family
This experience probably scars him so bad he never attempts to get you back ever again
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want or watch you anymore
Russia
He can’t help but abandon you when you become a shell of yourself
Ivan isn’t strong enough to properly deal with the situation
But he can’t let you go back home and he feels to guilty to leave you outside in the cold of Russia
Instead, he locks you away in a room and lets you pass on
It’s not like he didn’t attempt to let you live
But he can’t spoon feed you everyday and force water into you
So he leaves you with food and drink and allows you your own private bathroom
He gives you everything to survive, but when you can’t take care of yourself he doesn’t intervene
China
Yao has no issues with this
Not to say he wasn’t bummed out when you suddenly stopped talking and reacting to things
But this doesn’t change much for him
You were like a doll in the first place
He loves you and wanted to just take care of you and make your life amazing
So either way you would’ve become some kind of doll to him
Yao treats you like a doll as well, props you up, feeds you, dresses you, and he acts like you’re perfectly normal
Unlike France though, he will never take you out and play pretend
Italy
So terribly depressed
Feliciano can’t do anything for you anymore
Not to say he has no means too, but he can’t
It hurts too much to see the persons he fell in love and became obsessed with look so dead and lifeless
Feliciano will let your family have you again, it’s easier this way
He’s always on the look out though
If you ever recover and try to live life again Feliciano will stop anyone from having you and make sure to keep you for himself in a different way
Japan
Kiku is very disheartened about you breaking
He blames himself and becomes even more of a shut in afterwards
But he makes sure to care for you
He will never let go again
Kiku is your new full time care giver, making sure you are fed, hydrated, and clean
He will try desperately to fix you, but in the end even if you never come back Kiku doesn’t mind
Germany
Ludwig takes a long while to recover from doing this to you
He hates that he wasn’t careful enough and couldn’t care for you like he wanted too
But ever the opportunist, Ludwig vows to care for you even better than before
He will take care of you for the rest of yours and his life if that’s what it takes to make you comfortable or bring you back to him
Ludwig will also play pretend and act as if he lost your mind to some illness a few years back
Lithuania
Toyls might go a little crazy if you broke on him
He loves you so, so much he doesn’t think he can live without you
Even if you aren’t technically dead he feels like you might as well be
He will, however, swallow his base desire to just get rid of you and his guilt and make sure to care for you properly this time
He might even find some shady or underground therapist to see if that will bring the old you back to him
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Ummm Yandere 2p England headcanons please ( when request is open of course )
Yes, of course! It’s been a while since I’ve thought about 2p England, but there are some pretty remarkable traits of him I couldn’t forget 🧁
(Sorry for the super late reply, but here goes!)
Yandere 2p! England headcanons
He never gave romance much thought, so he won’t realize he’s fancying anyone until he’s swept off his feet. And when he does, it’ll be too late. For you, that is. You’re going to see him so often, he may as well be in the corners of your eyes.
He’s as mad as a hatter. In fact, he’s so unhinged, being around him will eventually have you wondering if you’ve gone insane too. He’s sickeningly sweet and overwhelming at times, so dealing with him is no piece of cake. But other people have it worse. When Oliver decides he wants you, he’ll do anything for your attention. Everything else, he keeps in the dark—scheming the downfalls of your closest compadres, and how to put them in this month’s special.
Home life
He loves physical touch, but he has a funny way of showing it. Oliver makes the biggest fuss when he receives it. If you initiate so little as a hug, he'll be blushing like a bride. He has no problem returning it with a big, stupid smile, but Oliver can't handle anything more—if you kiss him on the cheek, he'll laugh nervously and lose his wits. "Save those things for the bedroom, dear... You'll give me heart palpitations." If you do it while he's in the kitchen, he'll add salt instead of sugar and set the whole pot on fire.
If you're both in an intimate location, he's a changed man. Context is everything to him. Be it the bedroom or bathroom, he'll do the initiating and drown you with affection. Kissing you on the forehead, lips, and neck, he's as sweet as the pastries he makes. He's eager to make up for his awkwardness elsewhere, so he turns into his own Casanova when he's all over you.
He can cling to you like wet clothes to skin. Where ever you are in the house, that's where he'll be. The guy follows you around like a puppy, and he makes it his mission to make it obvious. When you finally ask him what he's doing, he'll rest his face on his hand and hit you with a swoon-worthy smile. "What I'm doing? Whatever it is that you're doing, of course."
Oliver loves to contribute to every little thing in your life. If you're studying, he'll walk into your room with study snacks and ask how you're doing. He might even ask about what you're learning, but understanding it is beyond his capabilities. If he wasn't so good at cooking, he'd be the boyfriend who stands around in the kitchen with a spatula trying to be useful. He's not exactly book-smart or tech savvy, but he wants to be involved with everything.
He can't help pampering you, and among one of the ways he does that is by doing most of the chores. Oliver doesn't mind because he loves it. Baking, cleaning, gardening, he's obsessed with keeping the place clean and smelling great. He thinks its his job to look after you, though he can go overboard and start babying you. If you don't remind him you can look after yourself too, he may as well blow on your food and feed it to you.
He's always wearing something with buttons, like his pajamas or dress shirt for the day. He barely reveals his skin, and he avoids any questions about it. One day, you were feeling particularly curious, and after pushing his buttons, you've learned your lesson the hard way. The effort he puts into his appearance is what keeps the gun from going off—remember, context is everything. If you start shedding his layers and ruffling up his hair, he'll hold you down to do away with you. Never again.
Oliver loves cuddling, and he'll squeeze you like a bear in bed. He loves the way you feel in his hands, so expect some caressing and fondling every now and then. But he's a gentleman, so he'll always ask before touching anywhere. While he's tracing his fingers down the nodules of your spine, he'll hum in your ear and lull you to sleep.
When he gets jealous
It's hard to get him jealous, but being protective of you is ingrained in his nature. He has an undying hostility towards smelly and macho men. If he sees any, he'll glower at them fiercely like it's personal. They're bad news, he tells you. Unrefined, impolite, and always looking for trouble. Later on, he'll remove you from the scene because he has a problem with them sharing the same air as you. Then, he'll loop his arm around your waist and hold you close like you're stitched to him at the hip.
Whoever wants to push their luck with you will have to suffer his wrath. Persistent people leave a bad taste in his mouth. It reminds him of the 'smelly men' he so hates. How he deals with it is rather interesting—he'll grin like a Cheshire cat and throw fuel into the fire until the prick raises their hand. Then, he'll have a reason to take them out as 'self defense'. Oliver is polite through and through, but he has the silver tongue to say something that's worthy of a mic drop.
When you both get home, he'll be tearing his hair out in frustration. The prim, proper, and collected Oliver will completely disappear in exchange for an erratic and emotional Oliver. He was always clingy, so good luck getting him off you.
When you argue
You rarely argue with the guy, so when you do, it's something serious. He's what most people consider 'Mr. Right', but he isn't called a madman for nothing. When he's down in the dumps, he's more vulnerable to becoming unreasonable. A little crazy, even. He could say something sick or out of pocket with a wide smile on his face. Not only does it scare you, it’s frustrating. That’s when you’re tempted to avoid him.
Oliver was always high-strung about spending every minute of the day with you, so he’ll force his way to be in the same room until you look at him. He can’t handle the distance. It will drive him crazier than how much he already is.
He’s well aware of his insanity, and knows he can only use twisted logic you can’t accept. That’s why he keeps his mouth shut and stays around you until you acknowledge him. It could take hours to days, but he won’t give up until you give in. He will resort to sweet-talking at night if you’re still angry with him.
Psychology + When he snaps
He can’t fathom the idea of being annoying or overbearing. Oliver can’t help asking about everything you think about. When you tell him to tone it down, he’ll tell you he’s just trying to bond with you. He wants to be your other half, and he does this by dissecting your mind down to its most detailed intricacies. When you tell him to stop, he gets really upset.
The only way to cheer him up is through affection, be it through kissing or words of reassurance. He’s a sucker for your attention, so he’ll keep the act up until he’s smothered. After that, he’ll stick to you like glue and want you to coddle him.
He runs purely on your love. If you smile at him and kiss him in the morning, he will have the best day at work. If you don’t do either of those things, he will start questioning his existence. You’ve come to realize that, so you always make sure to dote on him so he can be energized. If not, he’ll be the saddest sap.
He’s no textbook genius, but he’s calculating and crazy good at picking up small details. On most days, he does this on his own accord to be charming and friendly, which he is—he’s witty and loves hanging around pleasant people. However, his friendly front is more like a fuse than anything. Once that goes, the uglier sides of his self is revealed. For people he doesn’t like, he’s cynical, mocking, and arrogant.
He’s always been insanely obsessive with the things he likes. If he chose to curse, he would scream, "I FUCKING love baking!" Oliver is a man of passion, and that applies to the special someone in his life. If you spoil him enough with your time, he will grow co-dependent on you. He will think about you as much as he can, which is easy to do when he’s doing housework. If he doesn’t see you after an hour, he will practically start chewing his fingernails off.
Oliver is more dependent in the relationship. You’re like his anchor—his pacifier. You’re everything that’s keeping him from losing his head, so he’ll go apeshit if someone tries taking you away. How they do that is through acts of service, one of his love languages. If you do it for someone other than him, he’ll get pretty irritable. But if that person keeps helping you out or giving you advice, he will understand that as a declaration of war.
He’s more lenient with friends, but if it’s a potential love-interest, he’ll be on edge. As it continues, he won’t stand the sight of them. If they don’t back off after acts of passive-aggressiveness, jeering, and personal remarks, he will start seeing them as a rival. Someone who disapproves of him. Someone who wants you. That’s when all hell breaks loose.
The bastard isn’t afraid of him, so he’ll give him something to be afraid of. That’s another great reason why he’s so happy all the time—it hides the fact that he’s a psychopath. Too bad his victim let that fly over their heads when interacting with him. But it’s too late, and Oliver is about to give them a stalking of a life time. He will psychologically torture them for months until they lose their minds.
All of a sudden, Oliver will stop. He wants to give them a false sense of security that they’re safe. He’s patient enough for the thrill. Once they finally think they’ve escaped his grasp, he will corner them and kill them in the most gruesome way possible. When he sees the look of terror on their face, he’ll laugh like a maniac as satisfaction surges through him. He’s finally one-upped the prick, and the whole process of terrorizing them was so worth it.
Once he’s done with his victim, they won’t be identifiable. They will be nothing but red slop. What can he say, he has an arsenal of world-class cooking equipment. Then, he’ll make sure to incorporate them into a menu item for everybody to enjoy. You don’t know why, but he won’t let you eat the month’s special. "It isn’t professional to eat while you work, dear."
If you find out what he did
Oliver will never be found out. He’s an expert at homely duties, so you better bet he’ll clean everything up, spic and span. For a while, he’ll be a little loopy after letting loose and turning someone into goop, but you dismiss it rather easily. He isn’t directing it at you, nor is he saying anything questionable.
Instead, you end up liking this strange episode of his. He’s just as affectionate, and doesn’t make a huge fuss when you kiss him outside the bedroom. In fact, he returns it, and you’re pleasantly surprised by his boldness. He could even initiate kisses in public, and not the shorter, innocent pecks. Breathless ones are more like it.
Oliver wouldn’t call himself bold. He’s just reveling in how lucky he is that you’re just as into him as you were yesterday. So long as you think he’s sane and lovable, he’ll believe it too.
#it's been ages#the first headcanons post in like 2 months#hetalia#hetalia headcanons#hetalia headcanon#headcanons#aph england#2p england#2p! england#2p!england#2p england headcanons#2p! england headcanons#hws england#2ptaliaxreader#2p!talia x reader#2ptalia#2p! hetalia#yandere#yandere headcanon#yandere england#yandere headcanons#axis powers hetalia#axis powers ヘタリア#hetalia axis powers#alfredosauce50#yandere! 2p England#yandere!#dark#ask answered#hetalia fanfiction
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I am really craving yandere England. If anyone is up for writting some headcanons, imagines, or fanfiction do tell me.
#fuck 🥵#hetalia#arthur kirkland#hetalia2021#yandere#yandere hetalia#APH England#aphengland#axispowershetalia#hetalia world series#hws england#not my fan art#please follow the original artist
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Hello darlings! This is the account of bad decisions and fanfics. I will write for pretty much any Hetalia character, with the exception of the micro-nations because most of them are minors.
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs!
𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣:
𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝟷𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢
𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊: 𝟷𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢
𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
𝙿𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊: 𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝚙
I may add more later, but for now those are all I have the confidence to do. I’m willing to write out almost any scenario, with the exception of any thing to extreme. Examples of something to extreme would be:
Scat kink
Necrophilia
Piss kink
Other than things like that, I’m open to pretty much anything. It may take time to get to your response, but I will do it unless I tell you otherwise.
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So... I had an art attack-
I had been looking at my old art lately and I saw how my drawings used to be so full of movement and seemed more free. I got very frustrated and just drawed all over the page-
Now I feel better and, well, I like these very much :3 Hope you all like them as well!!
#bunny draws#aph#hetalia#aph england#aph america#aph canada#i made some canada and america with the vocaloid song remote control#i like that song very much!#and i couldn't help doung them-#and the others are from an old yandere!alfred au i had long ago#maybe i will draw more about it later#i like the yandere boy :>#hws#hws england#hws canada#hws america#hetalia au
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Any headcanons for the Allies with a short darling? (Like 5'0 ft)
Have a nice day! <3
Yesss! Love this idea (I’m barely 5’2)
Allies with a short darling
America
Alfred finds it very endearing how short his darling is. While Alfred loves everything about his darling he’ll sometimes be very forgetful that they can’t do the same things as him since they’re way shorter. Alfred will be jumping over fences and walls like hurdles and be shocked that his darling is still 200 meters behind him struggling to get over.
Alfred likes to be your hero after all so he’ll gladly help you with any task. Spices off the top shelf? No problem. (He will tease you though.)
Canada
Matthew is the sweetest man ever. He’ll help his darling with everything around the house if she can’t reach it. Even without asking he’ll be coming to darling’s aid.
Although Matthew is very helpful he loves being useful. He definitely doesn’t purposely put things on high shelves to get his darling to need him more.
Matthew loved cuddling with his darling is bed since she’s so small and fits perfectly in his arms. He loves being the big spoon.
France
Francis is a true romantic at heart and loves holding onto his darling. Francis is a wild spirit and loves going to different events and concerts often. One time Francis took his darling to a large outdoor event. It was completely packed with people. Since his darling couldn’t see the stage he took her up on top of his shoulders. To the dismay of all the people behind him.
England
Arthur loves everything about his darling especially her height. It’s not secret that Arthur is an avid reader. When he’s not overly swamped with work from his boss. When he’s getting into his reading sessions he’ll swoop his darling up into his lap to have a nice bonding time together.
Arthur will never make his darling self conscious about her height. Unlike Alfred who constantly teases his darling playfully Arthur would never. Even if Alfred is joking it can still be hurtful and Arthur is always extra vigilant. Arthur is a bit of a short king himself. I headcanon him around 5’7.
Russia
Ivan is a giant guy. He stands at 6’5 and towers over everyone he meets. So when he gets with his short darling it looks very comical. Like a bear and a deer in love with one another.
Ivan is very childish at heart. Since he didn’t have much of a childhood at all. So expect lots of childish teasing bullying. Ivan will constantly poke fun at his darling’s height.
Although the second he sees his darling have the slightest pout he’ll immediately feel the guilt kick in. He’ll be holding his darling for hours and apologizing.
#hws canada#aph canada#aph russia#hws russia#aph france#hws france#hws england#aph england#aph america#hws america#1p headcanons#yandere hetalia#hetalia au#hetalia
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Hello darling
Can I ask for yan france, england, america and Germany with a darling that's using them to get citizenship/green card?
America: Kei….No, don’t you dare write this while watching and making references to 90-day fiancee.
Me: Too late bitches! This ask demands it! *laughs maniacally while typing like an absolute maniac*
Germany: “Oh nein, Sie hat vier Espresso-shot getrunken…”
France: Mon Dieu
🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸
In short, he’ll bring on the hellfire like Danielle and he has actual power, so that makes it even worse for you.
He will figure out that it was all a clever ruse when you’re not giving the relationship your all when it comes to emotional closeness. The way that you refuse to cuddle with him, don’t kiss him with passion, the looks you give him are devoid of warmth that someone in love would usually. Don’t worry you’ll get your green card with strings attached.
“Y/N, I have a surprise for you.” He guides you along a cobblestone pathway down some winding pathway. You pretend to have fun with his antics until he pulls the blindfold off your eyes. You were staring at a dressing room and a few ladies who were covered in pins, measurement taps, and needles.
“Hello, Y/N, we’re going to be preparing you for tonight!” The eldest lady with a nicely made-up bun states to you with glee.
“What do you mean?” Confused, you’re sure you didn’t want the answer to it. But you try to have an air of excitement around you.
“Your surprise wedding to Alfred! You’re going to become Mrs. Jones tonight!”
‘Oh shit I thought I had like 45 more days to figure this out.’
“Aren’t you happy! We’ll be married Y/N, and that means you’ll be an American and mine. Well, I’ll leave you ladies to it I have to get ready myself!” He gives you a peck on the cheek and tauntingly whispers, “You’re mine.” in your ear as you see a glint in his eye that you’d never seen before he walked backward for a few seconds before dashing off from the place where he’d brought you.
You knew you were fucked if you didn’t because for the last week or so he’d been telling you about his exploits of having to hunt down people who were here illegally and had been convicted of fraud, robbery, or some kind of crime they committed while in the United States. This conversation always seemed to pop up after the two of you discussed how long you’d be staying in the States from (country name), saw an ad for 90 Day Fiancee about a mystery couple or something that remind you of the shortening time for you to make a decision about the future. And since it was close to impossible without it being illegal (under the table) for you to find work, you really had only two choices: go home or depend on Alfred. You, of course wanted to be in the States, so you choose the latter but since a surprise wedding, and Alfred showing his far more dangerous tendencies, you wondered if heading back home to try a different way was possible. After all, you weren’t at the altar yet!
You decide that being with Alfred wasn’t worth the green card and you decided that you didn’t want to be under someone's control for it. So you decided to make a break for it. The red flags were blaring in your head, and you were not about to be a part of this! America is going to suspect that you’d do something like that so he did have agents of his ready to tackle you as soon as you tried to make your way from the wedding venue. They’ll hit you with some heavy sedatives so that the dressmakers, stylists, and make-up artists can get you ready for the big moment. This will be televised in and marketed as a Special Episode on 90-Day Finacee where the mystery couple is you and him tying the knot.
He did this so that his nation and others will know who exactly you belong to. He will also make sure that you renounce your citizenship in (country name) so that it will be virtually impossible for you to escape back home.
🏴 England 🏴
He has friends on the other side that will help him in his endeavors to ensnare you.
He’s the king of manipulation and shit-starting. So of course, it only takes him a few days to figure out that all you wanted from him was the green card.
‘If that’s all you want from me love I’ll give it to you under a few conditions.’ He will mention it causally while the two of you are having high tea at Theatre Royal Drury Lane.
“So, Y/N love I know that your visitor visa is about to run out in about two weeks' time, right?”
You do your best not to choke on your lavender tea, as you dare to gaze into those toxic pastoral green eyes that held back all of the disdain that he had for your betrayal. They also brimmed over with something else you couldn’t quite place.
“Yeah, what of it, I mean you have recommended getting married soon and I’m excited about it albeit, kinda weary.” You had begun to notice some of his red flags and the fact that he never really wanted you to leave his home so that you could be at your hostel. It was so much so to where you were never allowed to be on your own without him or one of his royal guards dressed in civilian clothes. You just wanted to be able to roam the British Isles and take in the sights on your own without having to worry about a time limit, but the only way that you could do that is if….
“Well, why not? You’ll get your Green Card and become a natural British citizen. After all isn’t that all you want?” Outright accusing you of what he knew was true by your demeanor and desire to do things without him involved.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You put down your porcelain cup. You didn’t want him to try and argue with you in public and expose you.
“You know exactly, what I mean, Y/N; you only want that. Don’t lie to me. I do have the upper hand since I have connections throughout the whole government, and I’m myself a special agent and part of the royal family. There are things I can do right now that will make you tremble in fear.” He whispers-shouts at you lowly as not to attract the attention of the whole tea room.
Your throat is tight from holding back the forming tears.
“I….” Some of them fall, but you were quick to wipe them from your face so that you wouldn’t make a spectacle of yourself. “Yes.” You decide to be honest, knowing that lying would only escalate the situation further. You were surprised that he gently grabbed your free hand that wasn’t trying to wipe up tears with his black leather-gloved hand.
“I have some paperwork for you to sign. You’ll get what you want, and I’ll get what I want.”
It’s, of course, marriage registration forms and some other documents that forbid you from leaving the U.K. unless you have explicit permission from him or that he’s with you. You also have to give him your passport from (country name) and visitors visa, and it’s engulfed in flames right before you. Ensuring that you’d never see your country again. With that he will be nice in the beginning of your marriage but once the honeymoon phase is over he will start his training for you on how to love him properly.
🇫🇷 France 🇫🇷
Oh he goin use his beautiful tears to make you regret trying to use him. Sparkles. Sparkles everywhere.
Like England, France is more upfront about confronting you for your trickery. Although the way in which he does it is tame, romantic, and emotionally manipulative.
As the two of you traversed the Pont d’lena to the Eiffel Tower on a brisk cold Fall night Francis wastes no time in talking about the future that he wants with you in great detail.
“You know Y/N I never thought that you’d use me.” Caught off guard by the sudden statement all you could respond to him was with a “huh?”
“What are you talking about Francis? I thought we were in a good place in our relationship.” Trying to gauge how you’d maneuver out of this conversation and onto something else.
“You just want me for the Green Card so you can stay admit it! You’re not like Jenny to my Sumit! You don’t care for me in the sweet way that she does for him!”
“What has you like this Francis?! It’s so random!” You stated, frustrated that you have to mitigate yet another dumb argument. You brace yourself for the downpour because Francis's now shaded blues covered in massive rainclouds was about to be released in the next few minutes of tears and the realization that he’s caught onto you and your scheming.
“You don’t treat me like a lover! You don’t tell me I love you ! Like you mean it. You’re almost lifeless when we make love and you don’t eat my expertly prepared food that is made with LOVE and COMPASSION your eyes don’t spark up with joy! You look like I’ve just given you some awful canned American or British food. Plus you’re always stiff whenever I hug you! Your LIKE A ROCK!” He will just allow himself to let tears flow freely down his face like a river that's broken out of a dam.
All you could do is let the French man cry his eyes out while passersby wondered if you were tormenting the poor man. There were many raised eyebrows that looked on at you in judgment.
(Yes, I’m referring to Jenny and Sumit because I really do believe that even thought the odds are well interesting. I really do believe those two love each other despite the difficulties they face. Also, this was the best example I could think of in the moment while typing this.)
“Francis can we please talk about-“ He swiftly cuts you off dramatically by forcefully grabbing your hands as he gets down on one knee.
“If you love me Y/N then prove it, marry me!” A sudden burst of sparkles appears around everywhere along with red roses. You didn’t really have the time, energy, or headspace to question how in hell those things apppeared from thin air because you were stuck between a rock and a hard place currently.
“Fra-“
“If you want to save your own face right now and have a chance of ever coming back to France you’ll say yes mademoiselle.” Although he said it sweetly you knew that was a threat.
“Okay, I’ll marry you Francis.” You know full well there would be a much longer conversation later along with not being able to leave his bed for a week straight.
“Wonderful and I even have your engagement ring pick out which will go so well with the outfit you’re wearing!” His sudden change back into being extremely happy was jarring to you and for a few moments you did have to wonder if anything that was happening to you currently was real.
He grabbed your left hand with force and slid it onto the fourth finger. It’s glow radiated a harsh light of malice although a stunning diamond signified your permanent entanglement with him. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and it sent a shock through your nervous system. You were in danger for sure but it would be disguised as a charming prison with lace, chocolate, wine and other luxuries flowing without any other connection to anyone else on this earth.
🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪
He’s going to make a perfect darling out of you one way or the other and he’s going to do it through ruthless training and reprogramming your brain.
Since he’s asked Italy for help after hanging around you for 6 weeks and you still haven’t treated him like a true lover but someone who doesn’t act like their in love. He plans how he will confront you and the best way to do that is be underhanded. He overheard one of your conversations (he’d set up microphones all through your living quarters) with your friend back in (country name) that you were only sticking around so you could obtain your green card and get into the Masters Program you’d been eyeing for quite sometime. “Since you want to be a snake! I can also pull a reverse uno on you Y/N!”
Lately since you’ve been hanging around Ludwig you’ve felt sick and he’s been having to take care of you during these long sick spells. You’d feel horrendously fatigued, weak, and even somewhat nauseated. He’s been strangely sweeter to you and doting. You don’t question it since he did love helping you out with your green card situation. You never did start to question him since your brain was foggy and you were too disoriented to think about the underlying danger you were in with him. You never questioned why he suddenly became sweeter towards you and why he was so hellbent on making every meal for you.
“Y/N?” He gently placed a hand on your forehead to see if you were running a fever of sorts.
“Yeah?” You say groggily. The nap you took on his couch somehow made you feel much worse than you did before you took a nap.
“Are you really sure you’re up to the task of getting yourself home? I mean it’s across the city and it’s nighttime it’s not really safe for you to be outside anyways.” He states sternly. You could already tell what he’s about to suggest.
“Just stay here Fraulein. It would be foolish for you to get home in this state. And I can’t allow you to get hurt or sicker than you already are. I’ll go get some better blankets and pillows. I’ll be right back.” He’ll diligently march away and prepare his next round of poison for you to ingest. It’s not deadly but it saps you of energy and makes you disoriented. If your this way for long enough you’ll accidentally miss your date to exit Germany and return to (country name). He can pull a few strings with his government and say that your in his care and would be 100% unfit for international travel of any kind even on train you wouldn’t be allowed to leave. He’d have you right where he wants you. You’d be unaware the entire time.
“If Y/N wants to be in Germany wish granted Fraulien. But you’ll never be able to leave I can’t allow it there are so many men who’d hurt you!” He mutters to himself as he laces your Bavarian Griessknödel with crushed up sleeping pills.
You’re essentially going to be in a zombie like state due to all the drugging that he puts in your food and drink. After a few months he’ll light up on it and gradually hint at the fact that you no longer are a citizen of (country) and that it’s thanks to him that you’re safe. He’ll gaslight you a ton and make you believe that he’s doing what’s best for you after all you wanted a green card to his nation so badly he arranged it with the caveat that you have to be with him whenever you leave the house, you’re going to have to learn German, and you’re eventually going to have a tracker on you that will be connected to his phone at all times. You’ll be his sweet Fraulein that obeys him…. Eventually.
#yandere hetalia#yandere hetalia x reader#hws#hetalia fandom#hetalia#hws america#hws germany#hws france#hws england#hetalia imagines#I did the fight thing in this one!#headingalaxys spicy#headingalaxys writes stuff#I’m on my serious nonsense right now#headingalaxys#dark hetalia x reader#dark hetalia#hetalia fanfiction#hetalia fanfiction writers
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I don't know if you're ask box is currently open, I couldn't really tell but I really like your yandere alpha asks and I was wondering if you could do either 2p England or 1p America, please 🥺
I think I did 1p America as an Alpha at one point so I’ll do 2p England also this post will be kinda spicy and mention gore because ya know it’s OLIVER. So read at your own risk.
⭐️🌟⭐️🌟 Enjoy🌟⭐️🌟⭐️
He eats Betas because to him they’re a versatile meat he can use when he cooks. Their blood is reserved for his teas, cakes, and soup thickener / base. He refrains from eating Omegas since the poor weak things already have a difficult time within society. They’re lower class and depending on that and the range of skills they have, looks, birth are just a few factors that contribute to one’s overall quality of life. Plus Oliver an Omegas blood is only tasty if it’s someone he’s bonded to. He will only hunt down an Alpha if he’s assigned to do so by his boss.
He’s 100% will control how his S/O will look at all times. He’s got coordinated couples outfits: sleepwear, tea-party, casual walk in the park, you name it he has an outfit for it. And yes, you better believe that it’s pink with maybe a few blue pieces here and there.
You have to be able to maneuver yourself through a ground caked in glass shards, discarded needles, and murder weapons most of which a pills or knives. What I mean by this is you have to be able to read his mood shifts. It can help you formulate sentences that won’t leave you chained to a wall or a chair for an evening. One way to see his mood shifts is that his eyes will flicker with colors. But if they turn blood red or they’re simultaneously blue and pink… that's the sign to RUN. Other colors along with the intensity and duration are other things you’d want to look out for. It aids you in dictating the severity of how he took what you said or did . So plan accordingly when you speak to him. It’s like trying to navigate a rabid mind field .
It take him about a month of obsessing over you for him to finally make his feelings known to you. He’ll intentionally sit next to you at meetings, just happen to be at the same brunch spot as you, and know exactly what to bring when it comes to your beverage you’d want from the local coffee shop. But be warned that the coffee he brings you has low dosage magic pills he’s concocted. They make you think of him more often and even have lucid dreams with him. It’s one that he will harvest for future dreams he can savor in his spare time before you decides to ensnare you. Not to mention that your psyche is no longer safe and will belong to him.
It’s 1000% too late when pastel sugary treats appear at your place of work and implores you to have tea with him. It will instruct that you wear the outfit that has been provided date and time plus he even arranges for a ride to come and fetch you on the day of. Depending on if you say yes or no to this will dictate how he treats you from there.
If you say yes
Things will be easier in the beginning. Oliver will be the kindest alpha to you albeit the staring he does at you is off putting when you go on your first date with him. “Oh poppet you’re simply just too cute not to stare at!”
He already formulated a magical contract if you seem hesitant to continue to move forward with a relationship with him. Oliver will do his best to highlight only the positives that you’ll benefit from if you become his. Things like never having to cook, spill some of his magical secrets to you and raising your overall socioeconomic status. You’ll want for nothing more. The catch will be that your freedom to do anything without him or one of his trusted magical beings hovering over you 24/7. The spells he offers are all superficial illusions and other basic things like levitation of small items etc. (Oliver is smart enough to know to not teach you anything that could give you ideas about escape or leaving him)
If you say no
You’ll be relieved when you find that he decides to be absent for a few weeks after you reject him. But that is only the calm before the storm because Oliver is PISSED that you’d dare to reject him. He’s been at home prepping a perfume that has his musk and a potion that was designed just for you. He crafts a bottle that is beautiful and can draw any eye in and masks it as one of your own bottles. Both his musk and the potion together make a poignant concoction. You will put it on the following day after it’s completion and you’ll be unaware of what’s happened to you once it hits your nostrils. You’ll be knocked out instantly. Oliver’s friends from the darkness will drag you right to him and you’ll be slapped right into having a tense conversation with him on how dare you deny him what he deserves. Oliver’s teeth will be showcased a lot through it. He wants to mark you with his hungry teeth so no one can tell him that you don’t belong to him.
He’s also going to be putting a ton of aphrodisiacs in all of what you’ll consume that night. Right down to the water you drink. You’re going to be horny out of your mind so much so that Oliver won’t be able to handle it either and he will also have to drug himself in order to keep up although he’s amazed that you are able to milk him dry. It’s highly likely he will form a knot with you on the first night.
During Rut
Oh god he’s frantic as hell and kinda helpless when he’s in rut. He will dote on you and be subtle (kinda … not really) about how much he needs tender loving. Oliver will do things he thinks are sexy but it’s either wow that’s creepy or pfffffft please calm down.
Examples:
The slightest bits of affection in terms of physical touch will make him orgasm.
When he cuddles you on the couch, you touch your foot to his under the table at tea, or if he does something as simple as kissing your hand. His face is red, he’s totally holding back a guttural moan, and his pants are tighter than they should be. So he either is trying to have sex with you for longer periods or he’s running around like a confused bat out of hell who doesn’t know what do do when they have a crush and a majorly excited. Or on the very rare occasion he’ll lock himself in his study with some suppressants and wait it out.
He’ll want to stare at you for a good 20 minutes or so before he has his way with you. Sometimes he does this while playing with a knife or making a new brew.
Or he will draw out some of your blood and he will have you watch him make a special tea with it. This according to him helps him last long while he rams himself into you.
He can be cute when he preps an entire spread of sweets for you to try (some may or may not have a poor unfortunate soul within them.) as a sweet yet intimate way to get you into bed. This normally only happens at night when the moon is full and completed with saccharine candles that put your mind at ease.
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What would happen if yandere America and England fell in love with someone who is their perfect match? Like they're equally as smart and powerful as them, to the point where anything they throw at her she can throw right back at them. And at first she was civil about it and politely asked them to stop and reinstated that she isn't interested, until she eventually reached her limit and warned them that she won't hesitate to fuck them over if they keep testing her. Knowing so well that she can take them on, and she's right to be brave because they actually feel like they're armwrestling themselves in this fight. Making their infatuation and want to control her even stronger.
P.S any AU with this one will do
I tried with this one and tried to have some accuracy in real life but probably missed the mark especially on Englands part but hope you still enjoy!
Going to go with a Human AU on this one because I feel like there is more room for Tit for Tat, or something like that.
Further explanation about this post because I botched it so badly lmao.
🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸
As he dressed himself for the day a permanent smile was plastered to his face. He was ready to claim his prize after several months of meticulous planning was about to unfold. He’s been daydreaming about being able to kiss you on the lips for the longest time, and the longer you play, keeping away from him fried his nerves. He bit down on his thin lips in anticipation. How would you react? Would you escape the strings that he’d try to attach this time, or would he be able to have you caught in his trap finally? He prayed to god that you wouldn’t be smart enough to outdo him this time. He ignored the doubts in his mind and stayed positive. After all he was a powerful government official just like you, but stronger right? Right?
One of his assistants knocked on the door of his room in the white house.
“America, sir, the security detail is here to escort you to the airport, and as requested, your 50 McGriddles with an extra large Coke are ready as well.” He knocks him out of the multitude of thoughts that surrounded you. He hated but loved at the same time that you gave him the difficult challenge of capturing you. Even though you were one of his leading diplomats in consular services in (country you want to work in), he was headed there today to discuss one of the latest incidents that happened under your watch. He was eager to see how you’d manage this latest crisis. This one had to work. Treason was the latest and most diabolical plan he’d set in place. Knowing full well that the United States did not take such offenses lightly. Yes, this was going to be the moment that the spider would have its meal. No way in hell could you escape this time.
In his previous attempts to get you displaced from your position as the Consul General, he tried to have an entire swath of Americans complain about your work ethic and the general maintenance of the Consulate in (country). Everything from the improper issuing of passports, visas, and lack of training for the newer staff. In short, you are failing in your duties on the ground in your country to provide adequate services to the citizens of the United States. Frustratingly within only a span of 24 hours, you were able to find the faults in his plan and figure out that the documents had been falsified, claims were fake, and ensured that all passports and visas were accurate and up to date. He fucking hated that you were a diligent worker and effective problem solver. He had to up the ante.
When you had a meeting with him and the rest of your staff at the consulate, you’d given him a verbal confirmation that you knew it was him trying to mess with you.
“As stated, a few of the affected citizens stated that there were some persuasion and unconfirmed accusations that have strong connections to this being an internal issue. Hopefully, whatever is going on in the homeland will not continue.” You pointedly look at him with your cold (eye color) clash with his calm blues that showed no hints of guilt within them.
Next came the documentation leak of his own citizens. It hurt him to do his citizens this way, but it was worth the sacrifice to be able to have you in his arms. A few eggs had to be broken in order to obtain you. This was much more egregious and as such much harder to evade the webs that were being spun in order to apprehend you.
“My cyber security team has detected vulnerabilities and updated our continuous parameter monitoring. However, we did have issues over the past week with numerous cyber attacks compromising a few of the files that we have within our database.…” You caught onto the flicker of joy that welled within those pools of blue. Your heavenly voice tickled his ears; your failings at keeping people’s private information were going to lead you right into his arms once you were-
“We came close to having a massive leak within our systems. I collaborated with the FBI and CIA to aid me and my staff to update and train all on new procedures, and updating our systems for the maximum protection of the citizens of the United States.” You shuffle your paper loudly as if it were a gavel laying down your latest declaration. “There should be no further interruptions, within my consulate Mr. America.” Finally, addressing him in a highly harsh tone. Most in the room took it as you being annoyed that within a span of a month, you’d begun to have these strange issues that no other consulate in the world that was run by the United States was having. You knew damn well that it was the man at the other end of the table smirking who was testing you for whatever reason. You made it clear that you needed him to stop his foolishness. You had more important matters to attend to.
“You can call me Alfred, babe. Don’t be so stuffy. You’re doing great! I’m proud that you’re doing so great.” The compliment had more condescension than praise.
Yet again, his webs failed to enrapture you and connect ties to you. And it made his blood boil that you knew how to leverage all avenues of his own government to keep you out of his arms reach. Alfred still smirked at this latest evasion pretending that he was only feeling pride that you had outsmarted him. He adored your passion and wit but hated it even more so now. A sudden technological leak would have thrown most citizens. But, not you; you were not like most citizens. You graduated from Princeton with your Ph.D. in Public and International Affairs. You were determined to show your mettle and your intellect, which was proving to be difficult for Alfred to connect even a single silk thread to you.
‘Damn it, Y/N, why couldn’t you be stupid?! Why couldn’t you be easier to catch off guard? I’m into it but jeez woman that brain of you’re is alluring and annoying!!’ He angrily moves his pen back and fourth on the yellow writing pad he was given to take notes during the meeting.
“That concluded the end of this meeting. If you have any further questions or concerns you all have my email and phone number. Dismissed.” Pleased everyone vacates the room to head for dinner. You hoped to just rest your eyes. You’d been up for the last 72 hours putting out the latest fire that Alfred had attempted to set within your consulate, and you couldn’t wait to be in bed. As you made your way to the exit, Alfred sped up behind you and firmly gripped your shoulder.
“Wait Y/N I’d like to get dinner with you. Care to join me this evening?” As if he didn’t just try to undercut you moments ago.
“No, I’m tired. I have to go get some sleep. I’ve been at it for the past couple of days putting out fires.” You turn to him with an accusing gaze in your eyes. “And I have better things to do than put up with the games of a petulant child.”
“Oh Y/N are you accusing me of something?” His heroic smile seemed more villainous than anything else. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“No, but I would like the games to cease. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to sleep.” You jerk your shoulder away from him forcefully, indicating that you are over the bullshit. A shock of sadness and longing wrenched his heartstrings. Why did his love have to be so cold to him? The sound of your heels clicking further echoed in his ears.
Was he really that repulsive to you? Why couldn’t you see him as your hero that just wanted you to be home and not in (country)? Why couldn’t you see that you belonged to him?
Why?
It was time for him to pull out the big finale. He was determined to have you one way or the other.
Alfred pulled out all the stops in his final attempts to make you cave and lose your job as the Consul General.
He called a secret meeting between the head of the CIA, FBI, and your other heads within your consulate that worked directly under you. It was time to put an end to your clever circumventions. He needed you to warm his bed, dammit; he was tired of it being so frigid at night. Anyone that questioned his motives for having you or stood by you and your tenacity was swiftly removed from the meeting and sent to Guantanamo Bay while he had put in place a plan where a double would fill in their shoes.
“But, America Sir, Y/N is the best Consul General that (country names) office has ever had! For the first time in decades, everything is running smoothly! Why ruin that? For some self-serving ego? Don’t you give a damn about your citizens!?” One of your vice consuls shouted out, indignant and the stupidity of the immortal country to have you be tired of treason and extradited to the United States.
“This is ludicrous, Mr.America! Y/N is one of your best! Why the hell are you trying to set her up for treason!” The man in his late 30s practically sprang from his chair in rage.
America’s haunting frown, an ominous glint in his eyes hinted that the two would be in for a horrendous future. Regardless, the two vice consul men didn’t sit back down in their seats. They were going to stand by their leader.
“Well, I the two of you like being waterboarded.” He snapped his fingers and swiftly, the two were removed from the room. “Anyone else?” Three consular agents slapped their IDs on the table and willingly accepted their awful fates with the other two. America raised an eyebrow.
‘Damn. She really does have a great deal of influence. Now really is the best time to get her out of here.’
“Now that, that’s settled onward with the plan.”
You’d received an extremely concerning text from your consul members that America hadn’t yet apprehended. Letting you know that evacuating the country was the best thing for you, and you had to do it NOW before the sun had a chance to rise. You tossed all of your necessary documents and withdrew all your money from (country’s bank); you had to pull a favor from some of the (pick a nation that you’d collab with) diplomats for a favor to hide you and help you obtain a new ID and change your entire persona. You explain that you would be framed and that America was up to some devious bullshit. They gladly lent a hand since you’d aided some of their citizens when they were in a pinch. You didn’t turn back, but you knew you’d always be on the run with America always pining for you.
🏴 England 🏴
This week had been trying for Arthur. He stirred his spoon continuously in his porcelain tea cup for the past ten minutes. He stared off into the distance. His head was abuzz with thoughts of nothing but you and your many schemes to avoid the strings that he tried to tie to you. After all you were a perfect doll, perfect, clever, and stunningly beautiful. He, to some degree, wished that you were much more dense and docile; perhaps then it wouldn’t be so hard if you weren’t a top grad at Cambridge and adept at managing the political chaos that he orchestrated from the shadows.
This puppet master was determined to attach his string so that he could be in control.
The latest ploy to obtain you involved a public political stunt organized to get the public to have an amount of distrust within you as an ambassador. He called in a few favors from Italy and from some of his MI6 to make a public outcry of you not doing your job in aiding them from being detained.
“Ms. (Last Name), what is going on why have you and your team been so slow to respond to the requests of the 10 detained U.K. citizens who’ve been pleading for your help? Have you no dignity?” A report flings an accusation in your face when you first left your apartment in (country name). Clicks of several different cameras and other people who were clamoring for the scoop to make headlines in various publications across the globe.
“Will you be stepping down soon? There have been a few rumors that a few of the heads would like for you to have an official persona non grata to be in the process!” Another shouted at you to spark your attention and to give you anxiety. However it did the opposite, it made your blood boil but you reamied composed and simply walked away from the mass of reporters that seemed bent on hunting you down. You picked up your pace and hopped into the SUV that one of your fellow counselors was driving. You were thankful that you had a close-knit team within your consulate.
“Soooo, there have been crazy rumors spreading on TikTok…”
“Of fucking course.” You roll your eyes and practically shout out. “That’s how all the craziest shit gets started. Let’s just get ahead of all this and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“Well, I have few theories on some of the higher-ups or one in particular that has been gunning for you mate.”
“Oh god yeah, not him. I absolutely hate him. Kirkland.” Your eye twitches somewhat in having to mention him. The bastard had tried to repremand you publically to embarrass you but you put a stop to it real quick. He’d tried to accuse you of favoring your host country you resided in currently when it came to talks about trade deals. When you pointed out there were obvious flaws in his logic that deals in (country) were precarious due to him being greedy in previous years. That in turn made it much more difficult for you to make reasonable concessions that didn’t spark outrage in the nation you were in and tend to the demands of the United Kingdom. You mind wandered back to one of the first times you had to be combative with the prick.
‘Balancing is all a part of being a diplomat, along with sometimes having to make difficult decisions that not everyone will understand at the present moment. Mr. Kirkland. Besides, I was able to obtain usage of those ports and got a better deal on exports so that the citizens of the U.K. won’t have to pay so much for certain goods. We may have to cut them a better deal on precious metals and petrol but cutting good deals is my job afterall. Not to simply plunder places.’ You shuffle your papers and give him a severe side-eye after he tried to accuse you of not doing what’s best for the U.K. in the long run. ‘After all at least I’m able to maintain positive relationships with others unlike you.’ Not even trying to be subtle about your disdain for him and his continued interference in your responsibilities. It wasn’t the first time during a meeting that he’s tried to undercut you.
You remember the burning heat from his glaring green eyes was intense, it felt as if there were lasers aimed directly at your back. However, you didn’t honour his gaze. You simply marched out with the rest of your consulate staff to continue on.
On the inside, Arthur loved the challenge and it made him want to fawn over you more. The line between love and hate was insanely thin for him. On the one hand, he wanted to come up with several scathing quips to cut you down; on the other, he loved the fact that you were bold enough to talk back to a higher-up like him. It was quite the thrill. He wondered if you’d maintain that type of energy in the bedroom. He didn’t want to push you any further, considering he understood he had angered you enough, and it was quite clear that he had obvious feelings for you. Not all of which were entirely clear.
You being weary and annoyed by him was an understatement. You outright hated him, and it was obvious by the venom laced in your words. He simply had to resort to telling his fairies and other magical friends of his lovesick woes while he schemed other ways to drive you to him.
When you finally arrive at the consulate building, you rush in, dodging some of the other reporters.
“Everyone to the main meeting room now! We’ve got a crisis situation to handle! Security, no reporters are to come into the building until we come up with a proper strategy in place!” You frantically try to gather everyone and grab your work laptop to estimate how viral the situation was on the international stage. You planned on making a public statement within the next hour to get in front of the rumors.
All guards rush to secure all of the entry points while they diligently wait for your next commands.
From the comforts of his balcony as he continued to stir his now cold earl grey tea. England checked the news for how the situation was progressing in (country you’re a diplomat in). His green eyes glowed with anxiety and small sparks of joy. It was easy to persuade the hearts of men with emotional fervor, especially when the crisis actors he hired were good at appealing to a population's pathos.
Your (eye color) almost welled with tears when you saw that the videos had already reached 10 million views and counting worldwide. News sites like attn, The New York Times, BBC, South China Moring Post, and Deutsche Welle have already published pieces about the 10 political prisoners who claimed that you denied helping the U.K. citizens in their desperate time of need.
“Oh fuck me sideways.” You felt sick. This was the first time that the situation had ever gotten away from you this badly. It would take you weeks if not months to get out of this. The worst part is that your phone was ringing and it was from the high commission in the U.K.
“They’re coming for her job oh jolly. Ahahahaha.” Arthur was reading the email that had been sent out. The persona non grata he requested had been granted.
“Y/N are you okay?” All of the other ministers and counselors were looking at you as the color drained from your face.
Before you had a chance to react the doors of the meeting room had been flung open and some of the royal guards were there to retrieve you and extradite you back to back to the United Kingdom to be tried.
“Ambassador (First Name) (Last Name) you must step down and head back with us, the royals have commanded you to do so. If you resist it will only make things far more difficult for you.”
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Hetalia Mating Season: Demon King England
Alright how this series is going to go is that I will be making these short stories and not do multiple parts. Because if I did that I’d never be able to get to the Golden Nightingale this year. I know I’ll do all the mains plus Spain. You can also just yell at me in the comments for others if I get a high enough interest in it. Anyways, here we go.
Also this series will be done in Gender Neutral…..until the spicy part because I do have to get specific. So I separate the Male! and Fem! version of what goes on. I want all who want to read to be included and actually have fun.
So yeah, that’s my bit here we go.
Also I'm keenly aware of my skill in making male x reader content is lacking in the emotional and physical payoff. I'm working on that.
***********************N$FW AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED************************
“All love songs have a hypnotic lure in them, you just need to pick the one that will make them want to take the bait.”
Arthur was down in his lair studying the last 100 songs that you’d listened to in the last 90 days. You had tendencies to have certain songs play more than others. Now that he’s got enough intelligence to know which tune will catch you off guard. The spell that he’s crafted hijacks the temporal lobe that can override the rest of your brain signals. All he has to do is get the melody within range of your ears.
“A simple enough task, to get my mate here with me. This is exciting and so much fun!” He begins to giggle like a schoolgirl that’s just recently seen their crush from afar. His short choppy hair had a charming frizz. His light, matte skin was lit by the light of his wand. He’d been moisturizing it so that he could look more enticing to his human lover. He was neatly writing down the incantation for the amorous melody with a feather quill. He admired the neat writing that decorated the paper. It had taken him hours to perfect his spell. He practiced on a few gnomes, ogres, and fairies to see if he’s had success in being able to rewire their brains to become reactive to the music he played that suited their personalities. It was successful for the most part with a few minor hiccups. His spell would become faulty if there was another melody in the distance playing or if he himself is not entirely concentrated while he performs the spell it could be broken depending on the victim's concentration.
It would be hard for you or any other human that could hear the enchanting melody to resist. Especially if England himself utters the melody and doesn’t simply use his fae familiars.
Arthurs mind wanders off onto the day you met. There was a light downpour. It’s drops made light plops against his black umbrella. The way that you walked like a ballet dancer effortlessly dodging other pedestrians. This is where his initial attraction lay. You were so light on your feet that you were managing to escape from his vision. He knew he had to catch up. He knew he couldn’t let you escape. He flicked his umbrella into the air and disappeared behind it transforming himself into his demon form. He jumped on one of the nearby buildings so he could have a better view of where you’d run off it. You acted as if you were the white rabbit that was very late for an important date.
Once he saw that familiar red beanie that you kept a top of your messy locks it was easy for him to keep track of you. He went to lower buildings so he could keep you in his vantage point. Once you went inside that gift shop that was situated on King’s Road. He shifted to his incognito mode so he could observe from afar for a while. He watched as you apologized for the delay and that you’d be ready to open in 10 minutes. The small crowd that was at the shop had a compact but cute entrance. He saw how swiftly you zoomed around the shop turning on the lights and quickly sprucing the palace up two of the people who were in the crowd were your associates.
The fairy lights and lamps lit up your fantastic brick-and-stone shop. All the cute knick nacks of union jack adorned goods, unique wood carvings shaped like men, monsters, and other dimensional beings. Streamers of luminescent pastel lights give the place more of a magical forest-like feel.
“Alright everyone! Thank you for your patience [Last Name] Timeless Gifts is open!”
Some of the crowd began to clap in excitement. Your store was extremely popular on Instagram and a few other platforms. It was one of the new reasons the latest flux of tourists came to London. They wanted to get some of the latest charming gifts that were from around the world and from all of the artists in the U.K. The queue drained into the store eager to get pictures and gifts.
Arthur shifted his shape to look less attractive; he didn't need attention. He’d need stealth. He wandered over to the famous little gift store. He loved the way that your energy was always on high when you spoke to your customers. You were evicted about the thing you go to do every day. You were in the middle of showcasing some of the crafts you’d made. You were beaming with pride at the results you were able to make for your efforts. Your energy was different from most humans that he’d ever encountered. The energy that floated off of you was like small sunbeams that were meant to heal any soul that was overcast with dark rain clouds.
He was eager to know more about you from that day forward. He summoned seven faries to keep watch over you and all of your daily activities. They were to have a nightly session to discuss any new developments. After a few months of surveillance and his occasional visits in his modified form he decided that it was finally time to approach you and use his intelligence to woo you. He had to calm himself beforehand his heart was racing like it was trying to make it’s way to the ball. How exciting that he can finally put his devious plan into action.
He will come in about a half hour before closing for ‘bridge’ time. He will take a gander at the sizable book collection that sat in the center of your store. It had more of the gag book gifts that one would give as a fun last minute stalking stuffer, or for a bachelor(ette), or for a light hearted office prank. Regardless it was a great way for him to think of a way to spark up a conversation with you. Since he knew that humor was one of your forte. You really knew how to illuminate a room with your charming charisma. It was one of the many things that he fell in love with in the months of observing you.
“Excuse me Y/N I love the ambiance that you have brewing here. Is that Earl Gray that is brewing for the scared hour?” He has a charming smile that graces his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement but you could tell they were holding back some other emotions. But you paid it no mind after all. All of your customers who came in had different stories and opinions to offer all of which brought in new life to your store.
“Of course, up in the atrium I believe we have room for one more to join us for afternoon tea. Care to join for a small fee of £10.”
“Sign me up it sounds like a jolly good time.” Not even holding back the gigantic smile that now adorned his face. It was like he was living in a daydream. Through the course of tea time he sat right next to you and stole all of your attention from your other guests who only maybe got in a question or two about how long you’d had the shop or how you got into your craft. Arthur was always able to smoothly interject in something that he knew would pique your interest.
“Oh yes I remember that bakery that is just out of the way on Piccadilly Circus. It has the Sticky Toffee Pudding that is to die for. If you haven’t tired then maybe we can go sometime.” He made mental notes of where he’d ask you out on a date. He had plans A-J worked out in his head and he was ready to deploy his tactics. He took winning you over as seriously as he did when he wanted to conquer more lands within the underworld.
You give him a smile that touches his cold heart and ignites it with a match. When your response was:
“Sounds like fun maybe one a day when running this gift shop isn’t so crazy.” You give a thoughtful gaze to your planner that you had in front of you next to your delicate pale yellow tea cup. “Would next Thursday at three O’ Clock work for you?”
The match had been thrown into the nest of hay twigs and firewood that was nestled in the pit of Arthur’s heart. The tiny flickers of fire spread through the brush to create the flames of desire for you. The way that you spoke, the way that you wrote, and the air of summer that surrounded you constantly even in the depths of winter made him realize that you were the perfect one for him to claim as his mate.
“Sounds like a date.” You giggle and take a long swig of your tea, you had to attend to some of your other customers you requested your attention. You quickly jot down your number and give it to him. And as soon as you left to greet other customers, you for some reason felt a slender tail of sorts wrap around your lower leg. The feeling didn’t linger for long and you assumed it was your imagination after all. You had been up for 48 hours straight since the holiday season that started next month in November was about to begin . You were already beginning to become back up with national and international orders. You were bound to make big profits all around. Soon you’d be able to own your own home and start some of those other dreams you had in mind.
Arthur however was still not satisfied. He wanted to have your undifivied attention and be able to drive himself into you in peace. He wanted to capture his sunshine and hide you away for your attention was too pure for others anyway. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.
“At least they said yes.”
“Alright you two, I'll check in with you tomorrow at 11am. Make sure you lock up properly and put the new inventory away.” You bid your small team good-bye for the day. You were eager to get to your date. The posh British man had an electrifying energy that drew you in like a moth to an open flame amidst the blackness of the midnight sky. One where there were there were no stars or moon to act as guides. You’d be susceptible to his trap.
“Hello, love. You look great!” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your bare hand. The kiss sends lighting bolts up your veins. It was like getting hit with 500 mg of caffeine at once. You were awake now and he had your undivided attention.
“Thank you. You as well.” Red appeared on your cheeks like bright fairy dust.
‘The face fitting for a demon royal. I just want to get in with it. It’s getting hard holding back my urges.’
“Let’s go and get ready for tea time at the Bluebell Pastry Palace. The scones should be getting ready to come out of the cobblestone oven and their tea has been shipped from Japan and India. The best chai and the best matcha too. It will be quite good time.” Not even attempting to hide his happiness. He can’t help but be charmed by you. Every lingering glance you gave him and gazed into his eyes added extra logs to the burning fire in his heart. You reach for his hand and your hands interlock. You wandered through the somewhat crowded streets. The union jack was laced throughout the streets while there was a light breeze with tufts of fog that whipped through your hair. You felt like you were entering into a hazy dream of sorts heavy with meaning. You felt like there were sparkles of red that hit your body. Was that a faint melody that you could hear? Familiar was how it felt, but it also held a great deal of mystery to it.
“Hey Y/N are you alright were here! You look as though you may have seen a troll or a fairy just wander just out of your view.” He teases with a toothy smile that makes your heart jump a little.
“Yeah, I’m all fine. I get lost amidst my thoughts on occasion.”
Once you were seated at a window table that was adorned with red roses, pastel pink tulips, ruby carnations, purple orchids, and vermilion peonies. The scene laid out before you looked like a fancy fairytale daydream. The greenery that surrounded the elegant flowers curled out like long strands of silky streamers that were sewn by a fairy godmother prepping for a ball. You felt like every moment that you spent with Arthur felt like you were being pulled deeper into a lucid dream one which you did not want to be awakened from.
When I saw you over there I wasn’t sure
Now I’m feeling something I haven’t before
Your (eye color) float back over to his forest green eyes. They put you in the center of his pupils that were like microportals.
“Your thoughts wander to where Y/N?” Did his voice sound a little more hypnotic and enticing?
“Toooo….” Your mind really couldn’t think of an answer.
Look at us so distant now skin to skin
Your concentration was disappearing and all you wanted to do was concsntrate on the song that was faintly playing in your ears. It sounded fun, it sounded lively, it was surreal. Arthur hadn’t let go of your hands since the two of you had wandered in from the misty London streets. That magical lighting shock that you first felt when first encountered him. There was something more to him that you couldn’t really pin down.
If you keep this up I’ll let you in.
You vision began to fade in and out. The spell that Arthur had perfected was beginning to take effect on you. Its talons had made its way into your mind. It felt like being a mix of high and drunk at the sametime with the melody of the song becoming clearer in your mind. You body felt fully relaxed. You were fine. You looked into Arthur’s pools of verdant green, becoming you to take a dive and take a swim.
Yeah you, almost make me fall in love
Yeah yooooooou, got me hypnotized under your spell.
Arthur’s grin was much larger than that of the Cheshire cats by now. He was beginning to break out in a cold sweat of sorts. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer.
Your eyes are glazing over with smoky clouds of confusion and being in a heavy daze. No doubt the song had hooked you in and was dragging you out to the wider seas. Where there would be nothing to stand between you and him. You’d been met with the Leviathan of the seven seas, who sprung up from hell during the first mating call of spring.
“What sort of tea will you be ordering, love? I’m going to stick with my usual at this time: Earl Grey.”
For a moment you seemed to snap out of the trance you’d been under but you still felt the weight of something baring down on your soul. You were in the middle of the sea. Where the waves still rocked your tiny boat of consciousness recklessly. You pick [insert choice] along with your favorite dessert of the moment, Madeira Cake, which had been sweetened with sweet white wine and had hints of lavender. It seemed to be the tastiest treat.
Arthur’s hands had made themselves once again interlocked with yours once you gave your order to the waitress.
“I’ll be right back dears, with the tea!” She said cheerfully as she went on her way.
“A lavender cake of sorts that’s not a bad idea Y/N so. Tell me more about you and what brought you to London and about how you established your store.” He looked at you intently with a glint that had appeared in his eyes. Was… was that a look of hunger? You quietly mused to yourself.
‘It’s a first date. I’m overthinking this.’ You give him a girn and tell him about the origins of your store.
“Yes, I’d always wanted to not work myself to death at a boring office job and I loved to learn about new crafts like miniature wood works and making small musical boxes. There's just something so spectacular about being able to craft a miniature world to tell a story.” You yawn for some reason.
When I get you closer to my body.
Wanna feel your hands all over me!
For a moment you thought all that existed was just you and Arthur and his gloved hands that had a strong hold on yours. Your lips had just turned upwards. You were in a state of ignorant bliss. It felt like there was a thin tail that had made its way around your lower calf. You paid no real mind to it though because whatever Arthur was going on about you were into it right?
Gotta make ‘em jealous everybody
Cause you know we got it
Chemistry!
“Here are your tea, dears! Enjoy. I’ll be back in a few with the fresh scones and cake!” The cheerful waitress only momentarily disrupts the daze you were in. You didn’t care though; your mind was on another planet, relaxed by the floral scent of the tea and from the windowsill. You also began to see small orbs of light form around Arthur’s blemish-free face illuminating it like Christmas lights decorating a tree. The orbs all lingered around his ear and you were unaware that he was trying to ask you something until you hear his voice say your name like it was disembodied.
“Y/N , love, aren't you going to try your tea? You wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He flashes a toothy grin right before he takes a sip of his own cup. He shifts a little in his seat, it was becoming troublesome to keep his hardened cock at bay.
‘Just a minute or two more and I’ll be okay.’
You agree and momentarily stare at the cherry red porcelain cup that had apples adorn the face of it with a matching red saucer. You saw a pink orb linger on your cup for a few seconds before it playfully wandered away. The smell of lavender wafted off your selected tea, you found it somewhat odd and thought the aroma from the cake just had you mistaken. You simply smiled and let your eyes wander off to a bright pastel corner of the store where the orbs were no longer in your vision. But your awareness was decreasing rapidly. The only thing you were aware of was…
‘Did Arthur always have sharp teeth like that?’ Before the next thing you knew the feeling of the tail became much more real than ever before. The flowers and sunshine had vanished from your vision only to be engulfed by the blackness of hell and the song that played in your head was on full attack now. You could hear it ringing in your ears after new earbuds had been placed there.
The sensation of the tail playing with your nether regions. It felt good and that was all that mattered to you at that moment. Your mind has been muddled with a plethora of different concoctions to keep you calm. It wasn’t long before you didn’t really remember what happened on the rest of your date, but the next thing you were aware of is that you were on a soft duvet with missing shoes.
[Male Ending]
His tail wrapped around your clothed member tightly. You let out a gentle moan in surprise.
“Y/N, this won’t hurt too much, but you will need to behave for your King. Understand love?”
“Haaa okay, but like where is my tea and like where are we?”
Arthur’s smirk perks up and he allows his tail to pick up speed and cause greater friction on the fabric and your dick. You bite down on your lip and let out a pleasure groan. Your body simply falls back onto the bed and you try to make sense of where you are but couldn’t.
“We can also get some for the aftercare Y/N but for now let's have some fun~” He appears from his walk-in closet from the other side of the room. He decked out in his black lingerie . Most of his tall slender form is in place except for his protruding penis that stood straight out from his body.
He could only hear you giggle.
“What’s funny my love?”
“Heh. Everything.”
“Is that so?” He uses his large wings to glide right next to you lying limp on the bed. He ceased his movements on your member for now as he took a few more moments with the aid of the dimly lit fireplace. He grabbed the jacket off of you and ripped off your button-down shirt. The same went for your pants, leaving only your boxers and socks untouched.
“Yeah, it feels. Nice.” A blush has made it’s way to your face. ‘Wait, what’s going on am I having some sort of lucid dreaming right now….?’
“Oh I know.” He grabs your cock tightly. “But this is about to feel even better.” Arthur licked his lips. You could feel claws now, but it still did not trigger panic within your consciousness at all. Still docile, but growing heat was beginning to bud towards the place that he was massaging, and it won’t be long before it also disappeared from your body. Arthur finally planted a kiss on your lips with a bit of force that knocked you back onto the dark duvet. His tail pulled one of your legs to the side so he could straddle you properly.
In your vision, it felt like rose thorns forced your legs apart as more pressure to your third head continued to build. You felt as though your body had hit clear day clouds. You felt light touches of fairy wings grace your jawline for a few moments. A bite, however, snapped you from your daydream to bring you back to the present, where Arthur had bitten you. He left a gash from his sharp teeth. While you hear some incantation of sorts mixed in with him stating your name as if it was….
A searing pain filled to the brim with desire hit you like a boulder that had fallen from the highest mountaintop. You could only let out a confused shriek unaware of if you should be turned on or terrified. The heat continued to swell in your member until Arther wrapped his mouth around your cock, licking up your pre-cum. His head bobbed up and down steadily so that you could become more acclimated to beginning in the underworld and not nearly as spaced out on his potion. The rubbing of his slender but tough hands massaged your calves and the backs of your thighs while his tongue managed to stroke the base of your member. You knew you were reaching your edge.
“Ahhhh ~”
Arthur slides his agile tongue along the underside of your cock once more before his mouth releases your dick with an audible *pop*. Seconds before you were about to climax. He swiftly grabs your penis and places his thumb over the tip, with the command:
“Shout my name.”
“Augh. What?” Just not getting knocked out of your high.
“Shout my name, King Arthur ruler of Pride!”
“kinG Ar… KING Arthur!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you were finally allowed to climax.
“Heh, that’s a good boy~” Now heres for the hard part. He spreads your legs wide and gives you no time to react to him shoving all of himself into you. Your mind was still blank and ravaged from releasing from Arthur’s harsh grip. All you could do was groan in pain. Your whole body is tense and grasp for the sheets for they were the only things that could stablize your reeling mind. All you could do was rock your hips along with his. The rhythm of Arthur’s cock moved your whole body like a punk song; fast tempo and distorted shifts with your legs in midair.
“Ugh. nnnn.” Sleep paralysis like grip was all over your body. The only control you has was the use of your hands. Arthur playfully dragged his tongue along your ear and gripped your hair. The King was beginning to edge towards a climax.
“Just a little more and you’ll be able to rest your head.” He puurs in your ear as he continues his rampage on your nether region. Arthur finally releases himself and rides out his orgasm.
[The Aftercare part is at the bottom after the Fem Ending]
[Fem! Ending]
You still felt the presence of his tail on you. His now glowing ember orbs were the only things your eyes were able to see. Everything else was lost in a sea of red, orange, or black. Your mind was still adjusting to the new reality without being blindsided by Arthur’s original incantation that lulled you to him. When you felt it slithers closer to your entrance. Your body shifts away about an inch or two, but you did not manage to get far.
“Oh, my dear that’s really cute. You can’t escape. It’s far too late.” A British voice calls from the warm black mass that called towards you.
You grunt in response. Wondering where your voice had gone. It must have been pilfered by Satan's spawn that was resting himself on top of you.
“Looks like my spell really did hinder you more than intended. Oh well, the first night will be easy… I just have to make my claim on you.” You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. You whimper in response and not much else. You were still unsure about the reality that you were in were you having a lucid dream or was this some kind of nightmare. “I’ll make you feel okay Y/N, poppet.” You felt your clothes burn away leaving you with no other barrier to protect you from his hungry claws. He kisses you on your lips intently and wraps his tail fully around your waist. He’s waited for too long to have you.
“Nnnn. nnnnn.” You try to move your arms a bit, but they feel just like when you’re trying to wake up from Sleep Paralysis except no matter how hard you moved none of your limbs would listen. You could feel the breath of Arthur’s cruel laugh as he made his way into the crook of your neck.
“That won’t help. It’s best if you relax, poppet.” Seconds before he bites your right shoulder harshly and creates numerous hickeys all along your collarbone. Your breathing stayed heavy, and you simply let tears roll down your eyes.
‘Holy shit this is actually real this is actually happening.’
A few minutes into the hickey session Arthur’s dick is poised at your entrance. He’s posied in full demon form in the nude. It was as if he was trying to showcase himself at a stallion show. He scoops you up and brings your legs to the edge of the bed and places them over his shoulders. Arthur bits his lip in excitement and anticipation. His tail wrapped around your tender flesh tighter. You knew by how much pressure was on your abdomen that you’d definitely have marks in the morning. He slams himself in, taking no regard for the pained yelp that left your lips. Your hips had to accommodate the sudden change quickly.
“nnnAh!nnn.” You were trying to resist.
Arthur no longer responded to any of your reactions. He was concentrated on continuing his bloodline here in hell. You could feel his nails being to leave long scratches on you. They began to draw small trails of blood; your first markings as the new Queen of Pride. The bed began to squeak loudly against your eardrums as Arthur moved his chiseled abs closer to your stomach closing the distance between the two of you. The lust that was thick in the air was making it harder for you to breathe and get a grip on the new reality you’d been thrown into. You clutched the sheets for it was the only thing you had to safety in that moment.
Arthur went in deeper and pinned you closer to the bed. Confident that his cock was capable of keeping you in place. A dozen kisses were all across your chest. His hands interconnected with yours. It felt like fireflies had now nested in those places and began to fly out from your chest. You felt your heart felt it speeding up while trying to calm down.
‘No, NO!’
The bed was beginning shift from the sheer force coming from his hips. His head moved up once more to place one more hickey on your throat. He was savoring the moment. He was seconds away from the edge. His cock was ready to burst. His hands pratically make new gashes in your skin as he put his all into his final thrust. His lava like seed filling you to the brim until the sheets were soaked.
“Y/N!!!!” He’d reached heaven practically. It took him five minutes or so to ride out his orgasm while you were still and your body did not react. It only felt the copious amount of fluids that were all over and sticky.
[This is where the Endings Converge]
“Ahh!” You let out a log elongated moan, your head was spinning and you felt disconnected to your body. You could no longer feel your lower half. It felt like it had disappeared.
“Good job poppet.” He gently kisses you forehead not minding the sweat that rolled down your face as if you’d just hopped out of a hot shower. He loosened his tail and transformed into a lesser form that only showed his horns and his verdant green emeralds were back and shining brightly. They felt magical and warm like the orbs you’d seen back at the restaurant.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He lifts your body from the bed and takes you to the ornate bathroom that had ornate golden thorns in fields of blood red and velvet black Fritillaria painted on the walls. Pure warm water had been drawn into the dark jade green tub that had been crafted from marbel. “This may sting a bit, poppet. I did leave a lot of marking all over your legs. I’ll make sure to clean and bandage them.” You get low to the water until the immersive warm soapy bath englufs your soul. Arthur clings to you and holds you from behind.
“Y/N?” Voice low and gruff it gripped your ears and your attention.
“Yes…?” Not knowing what to expect but not wanting to make him upset.
“Welcome to the Kingdom of Pride. I’ve chosen you as my new mate and my bride. But the first few nights will be rough for you because I will be filled with almost nothing but sex and I’m not going to be gentle.”
You were shocked by that statement and you were still trying to come out of your spiked tea and the musical haze that he’d put you in. The consequences of which were just now were beginning to show because it felt like there was a jackhammer bagging at the side of your head. You wince in pain and lower your head. Arthur notices that your muscled tensed and moved toward your head.
“Are you okay poppet?”
“My head it feels like someone slammed it to the ground.”
“It’s alright my love. I have a healing spell for that.” He kisses the back of your hand and you could feel his tail brush past your legs again. “I know it’s all a lot but it will be fine. Being a Queen will be easy.”
Arthur will summon his spellbook and find the right incantation. He will fix you right up. He’ll let you rest for the night but you will have a rought morning since it’s the first thing that is on his mind once he become conscious again. This begins your new life as the new (Queen or King) of Pride.
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