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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.
#yandere hetalia x reader#yandere hetalia#yandere hws scotland#yandere scotland#yandere aph england#yandere hws england#yandere england#yandere aph scotland
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Right so you've said to ask for more so here I am BEGGING please can we have more of the 2p yandere's accidentally punishing their darling for the knife hiding thingy? And if its okay can we have the 1ps reaction as well? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE AND YOU DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE TO DO IT AT ALL NO PRESSURE 💃💃💛
(Y/N) mumbled curses into her fingers. Nails bent and cracked with each insult uttered under her breath like a cursed spell.
Yet, there was no magic behind her words. For if there was such power within the woman, she would not be stuck in this dark, padded cell. Instead that ancient relic who claimed her as not only his lover but scorned her as a cunning thief would be sealed in her stead.
As her mind created bloody visions of suffering for what she could only deem an entity of sorts, the padded cell’s door groaned.
The bright light created black spots in her vision as her tormentor’s form became visible.
She watched as his quiet footsteps sank into the cushioning. Unbothered by it as he stalked closer using his eyes to hold her still like a border collie to a lonely ewe.
“Are you ready to confess?” He pressed as he leaned down to (Y/N)’s curled form.
With bared teeth, she spat. “I don’t know where the damn knife is.”
The nation sighed as he stood back to his true height, head shaking in disappointment as it went. “I guess you’ll need a few more days.”
“But I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” (Y/N) screeched as he left. Shutting the door once more with a bang. Sealing her again in a world of darkness.
1p Canada: Matthew sighed heavily as he stepped onto the wooden floor of his cabin living room. With heavy hands, he turned to close the basement door with the decoy bookshelf door. Silencing his maple’s false cries of innocence.
For a moment he hesitated, with his pale hand on the shelf. Fingers in the faint groove that could easily open the passage. Take (Y/N) away from her demons. Warm her cold bones in his arms.
But he couldn’t.
Not when the knife was still gone. Not when there was a chance of a successful escape.
Slowly, he allowed his weight to drag his hand away from the shelf. Shuffling away from his beloved, Matthew’s eyes glanced around the modern cabin. Looking for a simple task.
In the corner, by a grey barn-style door was a basket full of colorful furs. As Matthew approached them, he recalled how he had painstakingly removed them from their hosts. Prepared their hides to be made into a wedding gift for his bride-to-be.
Maybe, Matthew thought as he shifted his weight, working on (Y/N)’s gift would ease his mind. If only for a small time.
Like a man bogged down by tragedy, Matthew leaned down to lift the basket. Grunting as he moved the large container into his arms, but before he could find a comfortable hold he froze.
The loud clatter that caused it sounded like metal hitting wood.
No, Matthew thought, as he gazed at the shining metal. It was his missing hunting knife.
When Matthew realizes that he’s the reason the knife disappeared, he acts quickly. Throwing the fur into his workshop, and the knife placed on the beat-up worktable. He double-checks that it’s in plain sight as he hurries to the kitchen.
He makes a hot meal and prepares a warm bath before collecting you. Once you’re upstairs, he gives you the option of a bath or meal. Whichever you pick first, he gives with no questions asked. Though he makes up for his mistake, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. Instead, he feeds you and washes you with a gentleness that makes you shiver.
And for a while afterward, he’s a lot more lenient. Just don’t ask for your freedom, he can’t give you that.
1p America: Though (Y/N) couldn’t see it, Alfred leaned his head against the cool, metal door that kept them apart. Frowning as he heard her villainous venom.
He wasn’t sure how long he had stayed there, heart aching in his chest as he longed for her to repent. When a loud beep and rough vibration caused him to snap to the present.
Scrambling, Alfred grasped along his belt for a little, black pager. Pulling it off like it was hot, he looked at the screen and saw the number of his secretary. He bit back a groan as he moped away from his tortured sidekick.
As he climbed the cement basement stairs to the main floor, he turned to the right. Following the hall until he reached his office.
Once inside the patriotic-themed room, he sighed as he slumped in his black gamer chair. Arm slowly reached out to the black rotary phone on his redwood desk.
With the speed of a constipated turtle, Alfred dialed the number. As the rings trilled in his ear Alfred shuffled through the stacks of documents on his desk. Just as the phone’s rings changed to the monotone of his secretary, he noticed a flash of red.
Curious, he leaned closer as the secretary’s voice became like elevator music meant to be ignored. His empty hand slid the white sheet to the right, revealing something that made his own skin match the paper.
His letter opener.
“Jenkins,” Alfred said, his voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”
Alfred’s gonna be torn at first. He now knows your innocence, but this could be a chance to make you more obedient. Ultimately, he decides that you’ll spend one more night in the basement, but that you’ll receive a reward for being so good while stuck inside.
When he journeys down the next day, Alfred gives you a small smile as he apologizes. Saying he found the knife and that he was foolish for thinking you would ever go against him. As you get ready to spit in his face and call him all kinds of foul names for his stupidity, he pulls you into his arms. Cradling you as he promises his gift will make it up to you.
That gift is a small, caged patio. It has some plants, grass, and a nice porch swing that bounces when you sit on it.
If you voice your displeasure and tell him off for his lame attempt at forgiveness, Alfred will get defensive. Telling you to be grateful, that one his punishment wasn’t more severe and two that he at least is trying to make it up to you.
Egypt: Abubakar rolled his eyes as he listened to her fading insults. He hoped a few more days in the modified ruins would pull the confession from her, or else he may have to resort to more physical methods.
His shoes scraped against the sandy floor as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls. Calmly he walked to the top, the hot, desert sun blinding him for only a moment as he reached for his gray suit to pull out dark sunglasses.
Within two clicks, Abubakar was in his car. Driving back to the city, though (Y/N) never fully left his mind.
He couldn’t understand why she refused to submit. He offered her everything from power and riches to his body and possible immortality. Yet, the woman remained unfazed, maybe even more determined to leave him.
Sighing as he reached his complex, Abubakar exited his car with the grace of a cat and just as elusively went to his penthouse.
As Abubakar opened the heavy door, a small chirp from his black, Mau greeted him. He smiled softly as she intertwined herself with his legs before running off to her tree.
He watched with tired eyes as she skillfully climbed to its middle level. Meowing at him to come and give her affection there. Like a dog to their master, he obeyed and gave her a couple of scritches under the chin.
As she flopped around, trying to find the best spot for his fingers to scratch, Abubakar noticed something glinting in the dark lair of the condo.
His petting slowed as he reached for the object. He quickly recoiled when his hand made contact. Seeing the healing cut, Abubakar reached out again, this time slower and more cautiously.
He pulled out a dark obsidian knife. His heart dropped when the jewel-encrusted handle matched the one, he accused his darling of taking.
When he realizes his mistake, Abubakar collects you. Placing your tired body on a bed of pillows and silk. While you recover, he puts together a business contract. If you are smart, then you’ll sign. Essentially, it states that signing is you forgiving him and agreeing to the NDA of the incident, then you’ll be given the option of an outing or any material object that you desire. Though, should you pick a trip home or your freedom, know it's on borrowed time. For the contract states you’ll be returned to him after one week.
If you choose not to sign, Abubakar will let you know that he will be tending to you. This way he can assure no one learns of his mistake and that you receive the best care. After all, what brings a couple closer than a little TLC?
Scotland: With his Bonnie Lass sealed once more, Blaine’s calm façade broke as he punched the wall. His fist caused the stone to crack upon its impact. Sparks flew from his mouth, lighting the dark hall like fairy lights as he panted.
For a few moments that was the only sound that accompanied his lass’s screams for release, until his fire could no longer be contained.
Blaine yelled and cursed as he stomped through the halls. His magic turned the sparks into puffs of flames as he cursed. The blaze licked the stone like an overexcited dog as it ate away at the small amount of foliage in the old basement.
As he paused and watched as the small infernos moved through the basement. Bouncing like he had in the room as it attempted to grow. To his luck, each flame flicked and died like unloved mayflies.
Blaine ground his teeth, he needed to calm down before it was too late.
Huffing, the Scotsman walked out of the basement and into the large, wet fields surrounding his home. His head swiveled as he gazed out and over the big fields.
In a moment, Blaine’s vision zeroed in on three cows grazing in the distance. Their fluffy fur was more ruffled than his red hair.
Whistling Blaine got their attention as each paused and turned to their master. With a simple head tilt, he pointed them toward the barn.
When he reached the barn doors, his babies were already there. Rubbing against him as they mooed for pets and chewed on his khaki pants for treats. Blaine smiled and felt the fire fade with their positive attention.
“Alright, alright. Let’s get you girls brushed.” A loud chorus of moos seemed to celebrate his promise of pampering. “Then you can have treats.”
He chuckled as his ladies forced themselves inside. Their tails flicked as they lined up by the shower stall.
A smile and an eye roll as the cows continued to vocalize and do little stomps as he gathered the necessary supplies into a grey bucket.
As Blaine reached for a detangling spray, his hand froze.
In the spot of the product was his missing knife. Its silver metal glinted in the red light of the setting sun.
He could only ask himself one thing.
What had he done?
Blaine’s like Allen in that he drops the knife on the floor and is in a trance-like state as he faces you. The guilt is obvious, though he doesn’t want to vocalize it. Quietly, he frees you from your confines and returns you to the main house.
Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and patched up, he’ll leave you for the day. Tending to his cows while he berates himself for acting too quickly and not being as careful with the placement of his knives.
If you were to escape, now would be the time. Since if he sees you running, he’ll let you go, but only for a few days. He wants to be sure that your punishment for that isn’t confused with his last mistake.
#2p hetalia#2p headcanons#2p scotland#2p egypt#1p hetalia#america#canada#2p yandere#yandere hetalia#yandere
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Yandere Head Canons:
The Hands That Hold You
Yandere Assasin Harem x Oblivious Fem Reader
TW: Somniaphilia, uncomfortable themes, yandere, stalking, mention of size difference, potential of being held captive, cunninglingus, smut, etc
The town of Rellikhold, a peaceful town filled with quirky citizens. Each with a mysterious past and lack of warmth. And you had received a special invitation by the government to live in this new town! Aren’t you lucky?
Poor little you had no clue that this town was filled with ex-contract killers who’ve never felt warmth nor kindness in their life… they were all a moth to your flame. Each one wanting to stake a claim on you, even if it was at the expense of another’s life. You belonged to them.
Callum: Scotland (Florist)
Callum is a massive man with a soft yet muscular build. He has a thick red beard that he keeps trimmed and a mustache he keeps curled up. Callum also has red chest hair and arm hair (the curtains definitely match the drapes). He is 35 years old and a retired sniper. Callum has a heavy Scottish accent and he’s the warmest of the villagers.
This big, muscular red head was shocked when you waltzed into his shop. You were so small and your steps were so clumsy like a newborn fawn. Yet it was your eyes that caught his attention. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such innocence. It intrigued him.
Callum is easily flustered with from your bright smile and warm personality. Yet he can’t help the intrigue he felt from your arrival. From one glance, he knew you were just a regular civilian… what on earth were you doing here? This place was so dangerous.
Yet you’re oblivious to everyone’s past and treat him no differently from a regular man! Your interest in his flowers warm his heart… Callum is immediately taken to you. You’re so cute and you’d fit so perfectly in his arms… he’s never felt this way before.
Callum often looks forward to your visits to his shop. The red head often reorganizes the flowers just to make sure they’re to your liking! Callum always makes sure his beard is well trimmed and his long curls are pulled up into a bun. He has to look presentable for his little lady!
Often lingers around you like a shadow when you’re in the shop. Callum would lose his marbles if you ever came into his shop with a visible wound or bruise. He’s extremely obsessed with your well being.
Callum often offers you his jacket and holds doors open for you, he’s a total gentleman. A gentleman who believes you’re his. He sees no other logical explanation on why you visit him so often. You have to have a crush on him, right?! Don’t worry… he doesn’t mind that you’re shy. He has no trouble taking the lead.
It will take a total of four months until he’s trying to be more physically affectionate towards you. Callum believes the two of you are dating. His large, calloused hands often brush against yours or he’ll grab your waist to steer you in another direction. He cannot get over the size difference.
You’ll often have free bouquets delivered to your house with cute hand written notes. Which are often accompanied by Gaelic terms of endearment. “M’eudail. Mo chridhe. Etc.”
And if Callum ever spots you with one of ten other villagers? His stabs at affection take a turn to be more bold. In his mind, you’re trying to make him jealous… not to worry! Callum will give you more of his time! Whatever you want, he will give you! Even the heads of your enemies neatly arranged in a bouquet.
Callum I willing to do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. He’s the least selfish of the others. If you want to have a sexual relationship with him, he’d be more than happy to oblige!
Callum will have you bent over every surface and even his shop (with the curtains pulled down of course). Just so he can stuff you with his thick fingers and fat cock. He’s extremely giving and he’s more than happy to perform cunninglingus on you.
One day, you went into his shop and were filled with such fright, it made his heart ache!
“What are you so scared for, m’eudail?” Callum husky voice asked. The large man made his way over to your disheveled form. “Has someone frightened you?”
Callum bent down to your level and held your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed a few tears from your cheeks as he shushed you.
“It’s okay, mo chridhe. I’ll keep you safe.”
Günter: Germany (Police Officer)
A tall, muscular blonde riddled in scars from head to toe. His blonde hair is always cut in a military cut and he’s extremely stoic. No one can ever tell what he’s thinking and he hardly speaks. Günter is Char’s identical twin brother and also an ex bounty hunter. The pair are both 29 years old and very feared members in the community from their reputation.
Günter was extremely wary of you at first. He isn’t used to people taking notice of someone like him or being warm to him.
Günter is extremely stiff when you interact with him. He often glances the other way if you stare at him with your pretty eyes for too long. He’s unsure of why his heart flutters whenever you’re around. Günter has never been in a relationship in his entire life. He’s so awkward and quiet around you, but his stoic expression never shows it.
You once grabbed his hand when you tripped and Günter swore he was electrocuted. He was quick to help you up onto your feet as he silently checked you over. His heart thrummed in his chest when you gave him such a sweet, grateful smile. It’s how Günter realized he’s smitten with you.
Günter often offered to walk you home to keep you safe. He’s the least delusional of the others and a rather lucid yandere. He is aware of the difference of reality and his fantasies. Which is why he will never act upon them on you. Everyone else is free game.
If someone upsets you even the slightest bit, they are instantly on his shit list. And if they make you cry or try to harm you? They’re as good as dead. He’s the town’s cop and the most prolific killer of them, so what can they do to stop him?
Günter is very aware of the others’ twisted feelings towards you, especially Char’s. He often hides around the corner as he watches his sister wash your hair. He’s a bit jealous of the intimacy, but he knows better than to be greedy. He’s a cop, not a hairdresser.
He’s usually quite silent but he often shows you his soft side. Soft smiles and tender touches. Günter is incredibly gentle despite his massive height.
Günter would be over the moon if you wanted a relationship of any kind with him! If it’s sexual, you sadly won’t be doing much walking. Günter tries his best to be gentle, but he soon finds himself blowing your back out while he whispers German pet names in your ears.
Günter also secretly has a breeding kink so keep an eye on him. If he’s in the heat of the moment, he will whisper his darkest desires in your ear. Of how he wants you round and fat with his kids with a ring on your finger.
And Günter will not share. So don’t even think about sleeping with anyone other than him or he will make several attempts to baby trap you.
“Meine Liebe, why do you cry?” Günter asked you softly with a frown. The police officer sat beside you on the park bench, his muscular arms now wrapped around you in a hug. “You know you can tell me anything… did someone make you upset?”
You just rest your head on his chest which made Günter melt into a puddle. He’s quick to scoop you up into his arms. “Do you want to head to my home, meine liebes Mädchen? It’s getting dark out and it can get dangerous at night.”
And the instant you nod your head, you’re swept off your feet in a bridal carry. His normally stoic face now had a small smile on it.
Finally… you were finally coming home where you belonged.
Wan: China (Photographer)
Wan is an average height man of Chinese descent. He’s quite feminine appearance wise, but don’t like that fool you. He’s one of the most dominant of the villagers.
Wan typically keeps to himself. Hes not as massive or intimidating as the other men. His long black hair is typically pulled back into a braid and he usually roams the village’s park or beach.
Wan is a bit shocked when he first met you since he can tell off the bat that you’re a regular civilian. Did the government send you as some sort of social experiment to see if their retirement was successful? To see if a group of ex- bounty hunters can integrate into society without a hitch? How peculiar.
Wan often trailed you home to see if you had any attachments to any governments. He didn’t want a government spy ruining his idyllic life and he was not afraid to eliminate you if that were the case… but you were clean! Annoyingly so.
You had simple hobbies and a permanent smile on your face. You were friendly and warm like a dog… like a pet. It made Wan’s mind wander to more promiscuous thoughts. Would you enjoy a collar and a leash while he dominated every aspect of your life? Perhaps you would since you always greeted him with such a warm smile and baked goods. You must have some sort of attraction to him, right? Why else would you bake for an acquaintance so often? (Wan had no clue you did for all of your friends).
Wan often invited you out for walks with him on the beach while he snaps photographs. It’s when you accidentally enter one of his shots that turn his whole world upside down. How could someone be so beautiful?
Wan started to snap photos of you smiling and dancing when in his company but it wasn’t enough. These simple photographs simply wouldn’t do for him anymore.
What started off as innocent photography took a quick, dark turn into obsession.
Wan began to slip behind you in the shadows to follow you everywhere. Whether you were simply enjoying a meal or beverage, or even sleeping, Wan captured it all behind his lens. Wan wanted more! More. More. More. More!!
His photography room was now covered in photos of you. There was not a single empty space left of the wall or ceiling that wasn’t adorned with your being. His darkroom still had thousands of photos developing as well. Wan simply couldn’t get enough.
When Wan found out there were others, he was extremely upset. What on earth did you see in Callum or Günter? They weren’t nearly as impressive as him! Wan was slim and far more flexible. Wan could bend your body in ways it’s never been before.
Wan often snuck into your room to lay beside you. To inhale your scent and to caress your soft, pliable body. Would you freak out if you woke up to see him or would you submit to his desires? This risqué game of his never grew tiring…
If you begin a sexual relationship with Wan, he’s incredibly rough. He has incredibly sadistic tendencies such as pulling hair, choking, licking up your tears, and harsh spankings… but he will talk you through it.
Slender fingers stroked your cheeks as you slept soundly. Wan smiled at how unaware of your surroundings you were. How could someone be so cute?
“Lǎopó, you’re so precious…” Wan bent forward and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. In his eyes, you were his lover. His and no one else’s. “I just want you to be my beloved pet, bǎobèi.”
Wan pulled your covers over your shoulders and over his body while he spooned you. This was the only time you were all his and no one else’s… and that’s the way he preferred it to be.
Amari: Thailand (Musician)
Amari is an amab individual but prefers to go by they/them. The twenty four year old often enchant others with their ethereal beauty. They have sun kissed skin and long black hair that frames a symmetrical face, one would think they were carved by the gods themselves. Yet Amari is partially blind due to their final assignment so they were forced into an early retirement compared to the others. Yet they pretend they’re fully blind to appear weaker to the others. They’re one of the most dangerous of the villagers due to their unpredictable mannerisms.
Amari can often be found in Belladonna’s restaurant playing the khene. Their mystic melody is as intriguing as they are which often captivates their audience.
Amari is incredibly shy and will be startled at first if you talk to them. Yet they’re eager for the companionship. Amari is the easiest to get close to compared to the others due to their young age. If you compliment them, they’re completely enraptured by you. You think they’re beautiful?! You love their music? Amari cannot get enough of praise.
Amari often trails after you like a lost puppy. They will often play the ‘helpless blind’ card just so they can hold your hand. They can’t get enough of how soft you are. Oh what they wouldn’t give to be able to see you… there was not a doubt in their mind that you were lovely.
Amari will play their khene for you and sometimes they’ll even sing. They’re your own personal song bird! They’re willing to perform any song for you so long as you eagerly listen to them just like they eagerly wait for your praise!
Amari will want to spend every breathing moment by your side. They’re stuck to you like velcro and unmovable. Suffocatingly clingy due to them never receiving warmth, Amari cannot get enough of your sweetness. They want you all to themselves.
They cannot stand you giving your attention and affection to the others. Look at them! Listen to their music, you said it was lovely! Just be theirs! Please. Please. Please. Please.
Amari will pathetically beg for your love on their hands and knees. They will use every card in their deck to manipulate you into their hands. They will not share and they will not surrender you.
No matter how puppy like they are to you, they’re a monster the others will not go near. Being involved with them is like being trapped in a spider’s web. You were doomed from the first interaction.
They’re one of the only ones who will stoop low enough to take advantage of you in your sleep (besides Wan). Their mouth is always buried between your legs as you sleep completely unaware of their efforts to get you used to them. They can’t get enough of how sweet you taste. Of how your body contorts and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes if the moonlight hits your face just right, they can see your face. And they make sure to burn that image in their memory forever. Oh what they would give for you to know it was them.
Amari pressed kisses up and down your thighs as your back arches in pleasure. So beautiful… so unaware. You’re just like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.
“I love you…” Amari whispered against your skin, the assassin ran a tanned hand through their long locks in an attempt to reel themselves in. It was easy for them to get lost in the moment, but they needed to be patient. “And I know you love me too.”
Amari pulls themselves away from in between your legs and rests their head on your stomach. A soft hum escaped their thin lips in thought. It was such a beautiful night and they were happy to spend it with you.
Char: Germany (Hair Dresser)
Char is Günter’s identical twin and they couldn’t be more similar if they try. It’s easy to confuse one for the other since Char looks incredibly masculine. The only difference is their placements of scars and her blonde hair is just a little bit longer.
It takes awhile to earn Char’s friendship. She’s quite self conscious of herself since she looks so much like a man. Compliments will win her over and make her blush. She’s quite fond of being called handsome or beautiful.
She enjoys washing and trimming your hair for you. She cannot get over how soft your hair feels between her fingers…
It doesn’t take long for her to fall for you compared to her brother. She’s another sucker for praise, but she gives praise even more. Char is the queen of pet names.
Char is incredibly protective of you, just like Günter. The difference between them is that Char collects little keepsakes from you. Oh yes, she has a shrine dedicated completely to you.
Char is obsessed with you. She collects the trimmings of your hair and any utensils you had used in her salon. She tells herself it’s to keep herself from acting on her impulses, but that’s a lie. She’s simply obsessed with you.
If you ever vent to her about any one in the village, especially new comers, she will get rid of them for you personally. Typically in a rather brutal fashion. Anyone who upsets you simply doesn’t deserve to live.
If you’re ever curious about her past, she will tell you. She’s the least secretive and the most honest. Char will even admit about her shrine of you if you ask. She wants to be an open book that you can read at anytime. Trust her.
Char will often flee to the back room of her salon if she gets a bit too riled up from her interactions with you. If you follow her to the back because you’re worried, there’s no guarantee she won’t have you bent over the break room table with her lips eagerly pressed against yours and her fingers yanking at the waist band of your pants.
Out of everyone, Char is the most obsessed with your pleasure. She’s incredibly giving. It doesn’t matter the time or the location, if you’re a bit moody she will pull you into the nearest room and go to town. Be as loud as you want as she pushes your body to the point of overstimulation, she wants the others to know you’re hers.
“Meine Liebe…” Char whispered as she presses kisses all across your fear stricken face. An expression you always wore due to how passionate of a lover Char was. “I’m sorry I got carried away again.”
You nuzzled into your lover, who only peppered you with more kisses. “Mein liebes Haustier, I love you so much… how about you just stay in mein arms forever?”
Belladonna: French (Chef)
Belladonna was once a renowned poison specialist, hence her name. She’s a tall, slender twenty nine year old woman with fawn brown hair and sharp, feline like features. Belladonna is heartless and cold, just like the deadly poisons she once used. She’s a closeted lesbian and a very open misandrist.
Belladonna is the owner and head chef at Le Jarden. She’s quite prideful of her cooking and she only prepares the best cuisine. Belladonna has a tendency to be quite pretentious and she’s very rude if your French isn’t adequate.
Belladonna does not like Ignacia, to others it looks like she singles out Ignacia a lot, but they have a very complicated past. Belladonna is incredibly critical of others and holds herself at the highest standard. She’s also quite the bully.
Belladonna will chase out male customers from her establishment. They are not allowed in Le Jarden, no matter who they are. (She often gets into arguments with Callum over his floral choices).
If you catch her attention, it’s because you stood up for Ignacia when Belladonna gave the poor woman a verbal beat down. Belladonna immediately takes your defiance as a challenge.
Belladonna will often pick verbal fights with you, but she’s intrigued by you. You were a regular civilian and yet you stood up to her of all people? You had some guts. Plus, you still tried to be kind to her. It frustrated the chef to no end. Belladonna always feels conflicted when it comes to you.
Belladonna’s words often cut like a knife but you’re surprisingly quick witted with your comebacks. She enjoys the back and forth. To her, it’s like a game. And Belladonna wanted to win.
Her hostility increases the more she interacts with you since Belladonna has never experienced feelings of this magnitude before. Belladonna could not differentiate between love and hate. You confused her and made her mind in constant disarray…
You’re sweet to the point you make her teeth rot and she hates it… or at least she tells herself that.
Belladonna hates when you interact with the others! Especially the men (and Amari). She’s much better than them- wait… why did she care so much about what you did?
Your once pleasant words soon become sour whenever she enters your peripheral. You no longer try to smile or wave at her, only scowl. It confused her even more. Why did she care whether you liked her or not? You were just a civilian… right?
You eventually snap sense into her when you tell her you despise her. You… hate her? No… she didn’t want to be hated! No. No. No.
Belladonna loses her mind when you constantly reject her. You won’t come to her restaurant and you won’t accept the many, many bouquets she leaves on your doorstep. Why won’t you forgive her? She never apologizes, so she truly means she’s sorry. Please forgive her, she can be soft. She can be soft.
She will kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised. Until your lungs are nearly out of air and you’re breathless. Belladonna could be your oxygen! Your reason for being! She can do everything the others do, if not more! She has access to various poisons and other plants, some that could take you to pleasures of immeasurable heights! Just let her worship you…
Belladonna will go to extreme measures if you continue to ignore her desperate attempts at reconciliation. And that includes poisoning you so that you’re briefly paralyzed.
Belladonna’s slender hands hold your cheeks as she quietly sobs from above your still form. She knows you’re afraid, but this was your fault! You pushed her to do this!
“All you had to do was forgive me… Je t'adore. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal…” Belladonna slipped into her first language while the waterworks began. She was so conflicted and confused. Her new feelings were overwhelming and concerning. Belladonna was usually level headed, but when it came to you? She was a dumpster fire.
Belladonna pressed her forehead against yours, her tears now mixed with yours into a long stream down your face.
“Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant, mais je suis sûr que je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement, ça me rend fou.”
Ignacia: Nicaragua (Writer)
Ignacia always wears a steel mask over her face and completely covers her body. No one knows what she looks like under there and she prefers to keep it that way… she was a twenty seven year old bomb specialist. At least until the accident. Her entire body is now covered in third degree burns. She is no longer beautiful so she hides herself away in order not to scare anyone. Her accident landed her in an early retirement as well.
Ignacia is biromantic and asexual. She’s always been more interested in books than people. Fictional characters comfort her more than real people.
A few years ago, she had a mission to take down a French politician and ended up destroying Belladonna’s secret hide out. Which is why Belladonna despises her. Ignacia isn’t too bothered by it though since she’s the one who received the worse end of it,
Her English isn’t the best so she rarely speaks. She often observes others from the corner of every room. Through the various interactions she observes, Ignacia created a fictional world for her characters in her stories. It was an escape from her harsh reality in the real world…
She’s so shy when you come up to her. Don’t you know she’s a beast under this mask? That she’s not as picturesque as the others?
Yet your kindness makes her knees turn to jelly and her heart leap in her chest in hopes it will escape its prison made of bones. Perhaps you were her chance at real life romance rather than the comforts of the printed texts in her books?
Ignacia is delusional. She overthinks every interaction you have with her. If you touch her hand on accident, she believes it’s because you’re shy! She’s shy too! If you compliment her eyes, she will try to wear masks that show off her eyes more. She’s so ecstatic that she shakes whenever she receives words of praise from you. It’s so exciting! Ignacia is living out a fairy tale romance!!
Ignacia began to build a perfect image of you in her head. To her, you were the perfect princess in a fairy tale book and she was the knight that would save you from the monsters (the other villagers). You were kind and sweet, the kind that needed to be locked away so nothing could harm you.
Ignacia begins to decorate your future home with her! She will ask more questions and bout your hobbies and interests so she can make it all perfect for you! She will incorporate your favorite colors and themes just to make it into your dream space! A pretty cage for her pretty princess!
Ignacia simply wants to keep you safe from harm. She doesn’t want you to ever injure or harm yourself. Her carelessness had landed her in her own predicament and she wouldn’t dare let you suffer the same fate. Ignacia was your knight in shining armor!
“Buenos díaz, mi amor!” Ignacia beamed at you while she handed you some breakfast. You were confused on your whereabouts, but Ignacia simply crinkled her eyes up from under her mask (she smiled). “Did you sleep well, mi princesa?”
“Ignacia? Where am I-“
“¡Estás en casa! !Donde perteneces!” Ignacia giggled as she affectionately pressed her mask into your cheek. Home? What did she mean by home? “Estás a salvo aquí, mi princesa. Para siempre.”
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dad ghost and ucle soap doing something for me so what if their adopted (read :kidnapped) kid secretly a mermaid?
— Yandere Dad! Ghost and Uncle! Soap with a mermaid kiddo
Warnings: yandere behavior, fantasy AU, and all Platonic!
A/N: This was fun to write! Enjoy!
It’s hard to keep this secret, no? Being a whole different species and forced to hide your ‘real-self’ is a pain, and once these two find out, they’re flabbergasted; looking at each other with wide eyes. And once, in their lives, they have no idea what to do. A good ‘welp…’ coming out of Johnny as Dad! Ghost stands there, unsure what to do or how to properly respond to the situation.
Despite their surprised state, they quickly adapt — equally getting fascinated, and wondering how the hell you’ve hidden this for so long, without anybody knowing.
Within a span of a couple of days, they educate themselves on you and your sea life. Buying books, reading internet articles, and sharing their own questions with you. They even go in depth about what your diet is, how your body works, if there’s any more mermaids like you, or if you eat fish. Of course, Uncle! Soap asks if you’re a siren, there are a lot of common traits in both of them, and honestly asks if you can sing.
Despite your obvious need for water for survival, they both understand the phrase, “clean water”, and they both work on getting an enormous pool built just for you. Even if the cabin of a house is built deep in the mountains, you have a large pathway to a lake that they own; a sum of water that’s clean, and deep enough to discover minerals and kelp.
They enjoy watching you swim, smiling at your happy state, and whilst Dad! Ghost won’t join you in the water, rather watching from afar as he reads on files or such. But as for, Uncle! Soap, he will literally cannonball himself into the water.
Opposed to your lovely uncle, he’s quite touchy and loves to touch your tail. Of course, he won’t touch it if he sees you annoyed, or if you say no. But, when he gets the chance, he likes to admire the different shapes, scales, colors, and weight of your fins.
As for Dad! Ghost, he’s oddly attentive to you. Whilst you know your body better than anybody else, he still tries to care for you. He goes out of his way to buy you special cream to keep your tail moisturized, ensure you’re hydrated enough, and keeping your gills healthy; looking for any tears or wounds of any kind.
Uncle! Soap can be a menace with his teasing, and when you’re being snarky or breaking a few rules, he’ll joke that he’ll make sushi outta your tail. Of course, Ghost hits him in the back of the head. But he wouldn’t do that… would he?
They both work together — very hardly — to ensure the government doesn’t find out about you. They know what it’s capable of, people kidnapping you and poking you with needles to find out more information; keeping you captive like a pet. And they’ve both promised, as your guardians, that nothing like that will ever happen whilst they’re breathing.
And because of that, they will execute any type of threats possible. If they see your friends getting suspicious, one day they randomly ‘disappear’. Any type of adults asking specific questions, or why you like the water so much, are found dead on the news.
They both understand how much water means to you, which at times, Uncle! Soap sometimes suggests moving, and building a house near the salty sea; a place where you’re visibly comfortable and feel like you belong. He might even recommend taking a few trips back to Scotland a few times a year, letting you swim in the large lakes.
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𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊
Sumary: Part 2 of 𝕳𝖎𝖘
Pairing: yandere! adult! Tom Riddle/Voldemort x fem! reader
Warnings: dark content, yandere/toxic behavior, death eaters, kidnapped reader, hints to torture,
Same timeline as in Part 1
A week has passed since you got kidnapped by the dark lord himself, and it hasn't been an easy or calm week. Luckily, he wasn't around you often because he had so many meetings with different death eaters to give them new missions and updates on his plans. Much to his dismay. Every time he had to leave your side, he wasn't in a good mood, and everybody knew that.
Unfortunately, he intended to actually have a romantic relationship with you. Until now, he hasn't forced you to anything, but you knew it was only a matter of time or your behavior.
Even though he wanted to give you some time to get used to everything, he still insisted on sleeping in the same bed as you. It wasn't as bad as you imagined it at first, but it was still uncomfortable. Mostly, he suddenly hugged you from behind, hid his nose in your hair or your neck, and dozed off. Getting free was impossible. He almost clinched to you, and when you tried to escape his arms, he just tightened his grip.
Escaping would be a real problem. You didn't even know where this mansion was. Were you in England? Or was this in Scotland or completely somewhere else?
Was only the mansion surrounded by Death Eaters or the scenery around it, too?! Did Tom think you would try to escape or not?
Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear the knock on the door. When the person entered, you were relieved that it wasn't Riddle. It was Narcissa.
"I knocked, but you didn't awnser. The Dark Lord wishes to meet you,"
As on your first day, you followed her. She was pretty fast so keeping her pace was a bit difficult. Once you reached his so called 'office', Narcissa immediately walked away and left you alone with him.
When Tom saw you, he basically ran to you and pulled you into his arms. His breath was so loud for you, and you hated his touch to be honest, but at least it wasn't something worse.
"I missed you", he whispered into your ear.
Suddenly you realised that you two weren't alone, the curly head of Bellatrix was behind Tom. He seemed to notice your discomfort.
"Bellatrix, leave. I want to be alone with her", she was obliviously mad at that but still left the room without a word.
He turned his head back to you.
"Better?"
You didn't do anything. Fearing that a wrong awnser would make him mad, you just hugged him again and hid your face in his chest. Hugging him wasn't something you enjoyed, but if you closed your eyes and just felt his warmth, it was a little comfort in this so cold building and every time you hugged him, it made him happy, and a happy Tom was better than an upset one.
His clothes smelled like a library, or just good old books, which calmed you a little. In libraries, you have always felt safe. With no bullies around or other loud students, it felt like heaven.
And a safe place was now all you needed. Since he even talked about having kids, you knew some bad things would come, though it was questionable if he intended to do it with you 'wanting' this or if he didn't care.
"Tom?" You had to ask him, even if it would make him mad...
Instead of saying something, he kissed the top of your head to show you he was paying attention.
"What if I'm not ready for kids? I mean, I would love to start a family with you, but I'm scared", Liar liar pants on fire, was all your brain screamed.
Instead of freaking out, Tom was really calm. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked straight into your eyes.
"It's okay, my love. Y'know I was scared too, I was scared that something would hurt you without me being able to protect you, but after I killed this mudblood. I realised that nothing could take you away from me",
So badly you wanted to scream 'I didn't and still don't want this! Get yourself to therapy, you creep!' But you didn't dare it and your question still had no awnser. Would he dare to harm you for his 'lust' or should you consider it a wish? Again he pulled you close and hid his nose in your hair.
You somehow found comfort in his touch and immediately you knew that you had to run away as soon as you had the chance. Otherwise you might not be able to keep your sanity.
This man kidnapped you! Killed people! Hurts and tortures others every day! He is mad! You mustn't feel this way when he hugs you! Especially if you didn't even want this touch!
But still, you were scared to end this hug. Somehow, Tom couldn't get enough of physical contact with you, and if you pulled away, he might freak out like on your first day.
Flashbacks of how he threw the whole table through the room made you shiver, and you knew if he wanted to harm you, he could easily do it. Obviously, he didn't even fear the ministry. What could you do against him?
Even your wand was taken away from you. You were literally helpless in this situation. Tom wouldn't just hand it over once you asked nicely... most likely giving you your wand back would be the proof of trust towards you.
But every day you had to stay here, increased the possibility of getting mad.
Maybe even the food or the drinks that were served to you had a little bit of love potion in it. Not enough for you to fall for Tom immediately, but enough so you would fall for him over some time.
This couldn't and mustn't happen!
Even one more day here could become dangerous. You had to flee! But you also had to be clever. If you would start to act weird, he might realize that you were up to something. Though some 'making him happy' wouldn't hurt as well...
"Tom, do you have one more meeting with your death eaters today? I don't want to be alone all this time..."Your voice really sounded sad, and you even let out a sigh at the end. Luckily, you have always been a good actress.
"Yes, one late at night. You'll be asleep when I return. And I also don't like being parted from you, but we'll find a solution, okay?" You nodded for a yes and even could fake a small smile towards him.
OK, fleeing when it was night was scary, but also easier. In the dark, you could easily hide from preying eyes and maybe even get a safe distance to this place. It had to be tonight. Another day here would be too risky.
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Once you were back in your room and Tom was about 10 minutes gone, you changed from your nightgown to a comfortable jeans and a warm hoodie, beneath you also wore a T-shirt just in case and of course a warm jacket.
Silently, you opened the door towards your room. Without a wand, your survival skills wouldn't be the best, so you had to find a wand first. It didn't matter if it was your or not. As long as you could make simple spells like 'Incendio', it was enough.
Luck was once on your side. In the office of Tom, you found your own wand in the first drawer. Back on the corridor, you conjured the disillusionment charm on yourself. It wasn't the safest option but better than nothing.
You kept running the stairs down until you were at the ground floor of this mansion. Out of the front door, you sticked to the walls just in case someone wanted to look outside the window.
Surprisingly this was much easier than you thought...
It was pitch black, which was a blessing and a curse at the same time. You could barely see your own hand, but this also meant that no other person could see you from afar and chase after you the moment they saw you.
Around the mansion was a huge fence, so you had to open the old gate that was rusty and squeaky ! Not good...
When you opened it, it didn't make as much noise as you feared. But still, you had to run now, which was very hard in the dark, but you didn't dare to make any light with 'Lumos'. In the worst case, they already knew that you were gone and made up teams or something to find you. Well, 'they' were 'him' in this case.
You ran until you saw trees around you. You weren't exactly the sportiness in person, but all the fear that built up over the days you were captured started to overcome you and gave you so much adrenalin that you managed to keep running. Fear also from the fear of him finding you again and doing worse things to you than he already did.
You felt your head becoming hot and your legs getting tired. Your vision was almost blurry, so you had to stop. Though you didn't see much, you saw three trees around you, and the floor was covered in dark leaves. You tried to calm your breath so you didn't make too much noise. You also tried to hear as much as possible.
But you didn't hear any steps or any running, nor any speaking. The only thing that was heard was the wind, the chill wind that felt like heaven. Not only because you just ran away as fast as possible, but also because you never heard the wind in the mansion. Neither did you feel it against your cheeks in the past week.
The air also felt much better. It wasn't thick and warm. It was fresh and cold, and you even smelled the forest you were in. The trees had their own smell, just like anything else did.
And finally, you felt happiness again.
You wanted to scream it out, but couldn't. So, instead, you threw yourself into this feeling and started to twirl yourself around in the forest.
Now you knew how hamsters or other small animals felt. In the past week, you were in a different kind of cage, but still a cage. You weren't able to do your own hobbies that became a need to you. No going out to hear the birds or just smell the grass. Cause he didn't want it. Somehow, you felt like a little pet to him. He could do to you whether you liked it or not. You were at his mercy. He could have just let you starve when he thought you didn't act like he wanted you to. Or maybe just lock you in a room cause he thought you were annoying. But also do anything else to of with you.
The thought made you sick to the stomach. No one should live a life like that. Silently, your eyes began to burn, and then the hot tears rolled your face down.
If he would manage to bring you back, you knew you would go crazy. You weren't some kind of thing that he could possess. You were your own person with needs and wishes, but if he would ever realize that was the question.
In fact, now you saw that Tom didn't really love you. In his twisted mind, he did, but he saw himself more as your 'owner'. He 'loved' the idea of you with him but not you as the person you were. In his mind, you weren't even allowed to have any friends that he saw as bad influence, neither would he tolerate you doing something that could hurt you.
He just wanted a real-life doll of you that did whatever he wanted, but still loved and adored him. But conflicts belonged into a relationship. Two people can't always share the same opinion.
In the end, this realization was what got you captured again.
You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't hear the mad laughter you hated. The craziness in a voice. Bellatrix. Once she saw your silhouette, she started to laugh again. Actually, she didn't want you to return at all. But maybe she could add some bloody scratches before she returned to the dark lord. If she was the one who brought you back, he would definitely praise her! That was something no one would take away from her. And again, a 'stupor' met you, and everything went pitch black. Again...
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Can I ask for a Yandere Mary Stuart general headcanons? From Reign? I love your writing! ❤️
''Love may be irrelevant to people like me, but to you it is not.'' — Mary Stuart.
❝ 👑 — lady l: here it is! You came at the right time because I'm rewatching Reign with a friend and I absolutely love Mary, so I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! Also, thank you. ❤️
❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and murder, kidnapping (?), mention of torture, overprotection.
❝👑pairing: yandere!mary stuart x gender neutral!reader.
Mary Stuart is fun, witty, and very kind to anyone who shows kindness or is unable to defend themselves. She is a Queen and behaves like one, most of the time at least. She cares a lot, listens to her heart a lot and this is dangerous, especially when you are involved. Mary is captivating and she will captivate you in one way or another.
She would hardly think that there is anything wrong with the way she feels about you, Mary would probably think that she just cares about you a lot and that's why she feels that way. But when her thoughts become darker and more graphic, when she begins to imagine the slow, painful death of that servant who was so kind to you, Mary knows that there's something wrong.
Mary may try to do something about it, but she won't. She's already suffered so much, dealt with so many bad things, so why couldn't she let herself have you? She is a Queen and does not have the privilege of being able to love freely, but you make her feel like she can. As if she was just a normal woman and not the Queen of Scotland.
She adores you, that's all. Mary loves spending her days next to you, listening to you ramble, while she lays her head on your shoulder and listens to you talk. It is Paradise itself, as far as she is concerned. You make her feel good about herself, even with those disturbing thoughts she has.
Mary would love to spoil you, it's her way of showing how much she values you. Mostly letters written by her, she pours all her love into those words and will blush like a little girl when she hands it to you. She always gives them directly to you, as she doesn't trust anyone but you.
You are the only person she truly trusts, her best friend and confidant, you are the only person who knows all her secrets and who she turns to whenever there is a problem or needs advice. You are the one who has all the power over her and she is happy to allow it.
Mary is kind and benevolent, a fair Queen, but she can and will become ruthless in some situations and one of those situations is when you are involved. She will not be partial at any time and will remain firmly by your side and defend you with claws and nails. And everyone knows that annoying her doesn't usually end well.
She will be quick to be cruel and protective, ordering the torture and death of any poor soul who crosses her path, your path. Mary will not tolerate any possible threats to you or her. You belonged to her and she was going to make sure the message was clear.
She is paranoid about your safety, having experienced many fears and horrors herself, Mary will not allow you to suffer the same as her. If she can keep you locked in a place only where she can see you, she will. She is fully aware that it is not right, but her fears overwhelm any rational thought she may have.
Mary is quite possessive and this becomes more than obvious when you hear her reprimanding a servant who accidentally touched your arm. She is incredibly possessive over you and will make it very clear to everyone who you belong to. If her hard look doesn't do the trick, Mary will resort to other, more definitive means. She will have no remorse, however. Hands stained with innocent blood will mean nothing as long as she can hold you in her arms.
She always needs to have you around, you are a comfort and what keeps her together when she faces something difficult and painful. Knowing that you are there for her is enough for her. Mary had become increasingly demanding of your presence, going so far as to publicly ask for your opinion on matters of state, even if you are not a noble. This shows how much she values you.
Mary is a calm person and usually acts straight, but she goes from 80 to 180 when it comes to you very quickly. She has no control over how she feels about you and will just let her overwhelming feelings and dark thoughts dominate her. But if you remain willingly with her, she'll be willing to try to fight them.
If something were to happen to you, may God have mercy on their souls, because Mary won't. She will be unstoppable and everyone will know the bad side of the Queen of Scots. Mary will only stop when she has you back safe and sound, and even then her desire for revenge will not be completely satisfied. No one messes with what belongs to a Queen and gets away with it. And Mary will make sure they don't end up alive.
#reign#yandere reign#reign x reader#mary stuart x reader#yandere mary stuart#yandere mary stuart x reader#yandere headcanons#headcanons#yandere mary stuart headcanons#x reader#mary queen of scots x reader#yandere mary queen of scots#yandere mary queen of scots x reader#yandere mary queen of scots headcanons#reign cw#yandere au
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‘family’
Soap + child reader (fic//hcs)
c.w : bad parenting, soap possibly being a platonic yandere. dbf soap.
- Soap knew your father.
- Back then they were paired up in a mission together sometime.
- Soap gotten to know your father, Johnny got along well with the man yet, - He wouldn’t expect him to have a family.
- Soap knew your father for the longest time, even in college or uni, but they werent well acquainted back then,
- He felt like the years passed by fast. It wasn’t very long, right??
- Your father had a slip up, mentioning his daughter. He mentioned his wife. But never his daughter, you.
- Soap was a bit impressed , he didn’t think many people had children and were in the military too. Since alot of incidents ocurred with soldiers having their children used as leverage. Against them.
- As much as embarassing as it seemed one day he asked to see you when you were finally born, he remembered waiting at the hopsital with borh your parents. Meeting your mother too.
- introducing himself as a soldier too.
- He remembered when he first held you though, they had brought you in. Sobbing softly when he picked you up. He saw how you couldn’t open your eyes much. He was rocking you slowly.
- Soap was cautious not to drop you or anything, it wasn’t a biggie though, you were really quiet, sleepy all the time.
- From how much you slept back then, how sleepy you were; he had to have gotten you a panda onesie. When he came across a store one time,
- Don’t ask where he got the size.
- Your playpen at some point was drowned in gifts.
- He was at the hospital with them for the longest time, it became a normal thing that he’d ask how you were if he ever got a phone call from your parents.
- It became another thing he was often the one holding you all the time he practically watched you grow. He remembered your first words. You actually said his name.
- He was really happy for your 1st birthday. When he was the one who had also gotten you your first walking chair.
- He atleast read everything about taking cars of children. He was trusted enough he could watch over you if your parents were out.
- You slept over at his home when you got older, when he went back to Scotland for a short time he brought you with him.
- You almost thought he was your dad. Your actual father
- Trips to the supermarket or anywhere you were always messing while sat in the cart and he’d sit there forgetting why he even came there in the first place.
- And you taking random stuff from the aisle. When he came back he’s just confused why the hell there was gummies in the cart. Then he saw you holding a milk carton
- Sometimes when he bought you a sweet from the store if the cashier wanted to take the thing and put it in the bag or really just put it in with the rest of the stuff to pay. You didn’t want to let go of it. Why’d this baby have an iron grip?
- The time he was having dinner with your parents it was like he forgot to check on you. Asleep in his room.
- He came in but he just saw you awake and sitting there, staring at him in the dark.
- You had sleepovers at his the time you grew up. But really.
- Johnny came back from deployment. One time he let it slip that he was visiting you.
- By now you were the talk of the base there. Everyone talked about you,
- Soap came back home holding a brand new teddy by the time your birthday came around.
- To him a teddy wasn’t enough. To when you jumped in his arms. Squealing how happy you were. He peppered your face with sweet kisses. Slight facial hair poking at your chubby cheeks.
- When you ran to him. Babbling how much you missed him he lifted you up and reciprocrated back how he missed you as well.
- Nights were the same when you were an infant. Rather a crib he was okay having you sleep on his chest.
- To this day. He still does. He was protective over you, he was your better father figure growing up
- He often got you stuffies. Alot of gifts he bought you. Toys, sweets. So so your mother even scolded him he shouldnt spoil you so much.
- His favorite time was always when he could play with you. He bit your cheek gently. Making you giggle and squirm.
- He liked when you had those funny onesies on.
- He’d bought a few.
- He often watched over you in your crib.
- He always had you with him because he saw how rough your mom was with you, you could be crawling up the steps alone and both of them didn’t pay any attention to you.
- He remembered when he came to visit for yet the one millionth time this week. But he saw how your mom just placed you in the highchair quite hard and kept telling you to stay put.
- It was why he was so hesitant to give you back if you were ever at his.
- It got concerning how much he was around you. He even picked you up from school.
- You were in grade 1 now, 6 years old and a growing child. And with that came your growing relationship with Johnny.
- One day had it ocurred. Your father was leaving the military to work a seperate job.
- Since then it became that your father and Soap grew apart. He wasn’t able to visit much. Your father came to Johnny with the news
- This was the last day in Scotland. They were moving away.
- Which mean they were taking you.
- It was hard. Really,
All those years were spent Johnny watched you from an infant to a child now.
- He couldn’t stand seeing when you cried hearing the news. You wouldn’t let go of his side. You begged to stay with him, he wanted to shed a tear too. His angel was leaving him.
- He wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let that slide at all.
- He began to recall back to the fleeting moments you had. The visits. Everything really, even if you weren’t his daughter.
- And when everyone told him, it was weird how you werent his kid and he couldn’t force your parents to stay.
- To it came one day you went missing.
- Last thing you’d seen was Soap telling you both you’d go back to home.
- When your parents woke up and found your bed empty.
- Your window open, astray. Even when weeks passed. No one ever found you again.
- That same day Johnny had left deployment. He’d rumored himself dead.
- Noone ever saw you or him ever again and claimed you both died in a car crash.
- He’d taken every extent. You weren’t ever leaving him. Not again.
#cod mw2#soap cod#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap mw2#soap call of duty#soap x you#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mctavish x you#johnny soap mactavish#soap mactavish#john mactavish#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod x reader#john soap x reader#john mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x you#call of duty#mw2#mw3#call of duty mw2#call of duty mwii#call of duty mw3#call of duty soap#john mactavish x you#cod mw soap
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What do you think Yandere Vincent Phantomhive would do if his s/o escapes him?
Anything.
Vincent will not find her by running into her, he will find her by making her give up.
Darling will realize it is not a coincidence that no ships are heading out, every stranger looks at her with a furrowed brow, news papers seem to be falling out the sky with her face on it and scotland yard being around every corner she takes.
Vincent is a composed man, and he will keep up that facade even after realizing his darling is gone. No one will see the cracks in his mask, not even his own two sons'.
He will get the queen involved. She loves Vincent's mousey wife, of course she will help find the poor darling.
If he didn't have Sebastian summoned already, he sure has now.
This man is breaking down beneath the surface. He needs his wife like oxygen. That's not even the worst part for Vincent. Even if he will never admit it, this whole or deal is hurting him. Vincent isn't stupid, and he knows what he's doing, what he did to her. But knowing his wife hates him so much she ran away? That makes his small heart still and pain set in.
So that's why he doesn't want to find her, she needs to come back to him. Vincent wants her to realize that he is what's best for her, that he is good and sweet and nice and that he is the only one in the whole wide world able to protect her.
If that means sending a few tugs out to rough her up, then so be it. She brought it onto herself.
Vincent knows this process can take weeks, if not months. After all, he had to pick out a woman with a little spunk who's is not going to give in that easily.
But at the end of this cat and mouse game. Vincent will find darling in the gazebo. She sits with her back towards him. Her hair loose and flowing with the breeze. She has her eyes closed, enjoying the last few minutes of freedom.
Vincent will walk to her, sit next to her, not saying a word, not making a sound. He just basks in the sight of her, taking her in. It has been a long time and he could see it on her face. Still, she was the same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.
Even now, after all that hard work, darling knows sitting here in his gazebo was all according to his plan. Even out there, he controlled her life.
Everything was going as he wanted things to go, except for one thing. Vincent underestimated how weak darling makes him, and instead of her reaching out to search the comfort of his touch first. He caves and caresses her face. He needed to know if she was really there, by his side again. She will keep her eyes closed.
Vincent will take her hand to lead her back inside. Darling will try to be strong, she asks for five more minutes, five more minutes of freedom. Vincent will not listen at first, but when he hears her voice break as she asks him please. He'll sit there with her for five more minutes.
Darling will be considered mental by everyone by the time she gets back. Vincent keeps her inside their room, not even letting his sons' see her.
She will end up in Vincent's arms again. He will break down, tell her what she did to him and how painful it all was. His mask will fall, only darling will see him in such a desperate state. Clinging to her like a life line. It's only a matter of seconds before he composes himself. And that's when she knows that the only escape for her is dying, but even for that, Vincent has a remedy.
#yandere vincent phantomhive#yandere vincent x reader#yandere vincent#yandere black butler#yandere kuroshitsuji#viri can't help it
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Can I make a smut request please of Yandere soap x fighter reader, if you’re interested? 🥹🫶🏻
Soap went onto a stealth mission, trying to extract intel, reader came to defend the intel, both had a good fight, unfortunately reader was apprehend by soap.
The ending I leave it to you? Tqsm!! 🫶🏻
you could hear the hard footsteps echoing from the hallway beside the room you'd settled in. your team had been away on a mission, leaving a couple new recruits, including yourself, behind to practice. you were in the midst of getting ready, but the thumping noises booming off the walls sounded different, unusual.
the sounds of doors being burst open one after another was enough to scare you into grabbing the nearest weapon beside you; a rusty, stained, sharpen and weakened combat knife. your fingers wrapped around the wooden material, grasping at it and lunging at the masked figure infront of you.
it was a male, his grunts were masculine and his stature was broad and burly. a crimson coloured slull mask, tearing it from his face, your fist clenched. you threw multiple painful punches to his cheekbone, knocking his head from side to side, throwing you onto your stomach and restraining you. your wrists bound together, whimpering as he twisted them in multiple positions, holding your hands in a fist. “fuck-.. put up a fight, aye? where's the fuckin' intel.”
a prominent accent was yelled in your ear, scottish and rough. you noticed that his words weren't a question, yet a demand, but that wouldn't break you. “get off-” before you could finish your sentence, he grasped at your hair, yanking your head upwards before smashing it into the ground, nose broken and bleeding, lifting you into bridal style and carrying you away to a hidden area, tying you to a tree before finishing his task.
afterwards, he pulled you up and into his arms, taking you to an abandoned safehouse for the meantime, using his deployment to take you with him to his own house is scotland. you were left in the house; a collar chained around your neck, multiple locks and sensors on the door. throughout your time there, the collar wrapped around your neck was actually a shock collar, you'd realised this after an attempt to escape, shocking you and causing you to fall to the ground in agony :((
#call of duty modern warfare#cod x reader#orla speaks#modern warefare ii#cod x y/n#cod headcanons#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#cod imagine#cod mw22#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap call of duty#cod soap#soap cod#soap mw2#soap mctavish#cod mw soap#captain mactavish#captain john mactavish#john mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish fanfic#john mactavish x you#john mactavish imagine#sergeant mactavish#john mactavish x reader#soap mactavish smut#soap mactavish imagine#soap mactavish x you
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Hello and welcome to my writing blog!
I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-
Name: Lofi/Tavern
Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)
Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer
Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)
Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman
Relationship Status: Happily Married!
Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.
Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean
Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.
Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.
Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.
Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.
Hearts to indicate highest citrus ranking I'll go for
Fandoms & Characters I Write For
Helluva Boss
Blizø 💛
Stolas 💚
Loona 💚
Bee & Vortex 💚
Mammon 🩷
Asmodeus & Fizz 💛
Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer Morningstar 💛
Charlie & Vaggie 💚
Alastor 🩷
Rosie 🧡
Velvette 💚
Valentino 🩷
Vox 💛
Adam 💛
Lute 💛
Sera 💚
Emily 🧡
Creepypasta
Splendorman 💚
Trenderman 💛
Slenderman 🩷
Jeff the Killer 🩷
Homicidal Liu 💛
Eyeless Jack 🩷
Laughing Jack 🩷
BEN Drowned 🩷
Masky 🩷
Hoodie 🩷
Toby 🩷
Jason the Toymaker 🩷
The Puppeteer 🩷
Nathan the Nobody 🩷
Candypop 🩷
Jane the Killer 💚
Nina the Killer 💚
Sally 🧡
Judge Angels 💚
Clockwork 💚
Laughing Jill 💚
Zero 💚
Hetalia
France 💛
2p! France 💛
America 💛
2p! America 🩷
Canada 💛
2p! Canada 💛
England 💛
2p! England 🩷
Russia 💛
2p! Russia 💛
Belarus 💚
Ukraine 💚
China 💛
2p! China 🩷
Hong Kong 💛
Scotland 💛
Sweden 💛
Finland 💛
Iceland 💛
Denmark 💛
Norway 💛
Switzerland 💛
Italy 💛
2p! Italy 🩷
Romano 💛
2p! Romano 💛
Spain 💛
2p! Spain 💛
Germany 💛
2p! Germany 🩷
Prussia 💛
2p! Prussia 💚
Japan 💛
2p! Japan 🩷
Greece 💛
Rome 💛
Germania 💛
Star Wars
Count Dooku 💚
Anakin Skywalker 💛
Asajj Ventress 💚
Ashoka Tano 💚
Jocasta Nu 🧡
Aayla Secura 💚
Kit Fisto 💚
Luminara Unduli 💚
Obi-Wan Kenobi 💛
Qui-Gon Jinn 💛
Mace Windu 🧡
Yoda 🧡
Plo Koon 🧡
Kreia 🧡
Atton 💛
Atris 🧡
Brianna/Handmaiden 💚
Bao-Dur 💛
Visas Marr 💚
Zez-Kai Ell 💛
Mira 💚
Kavar 💛
Mandalore/Canderous 💛
Vrook Lamar 🧡
Mical/Disciple 💛
Harry Potter
Harry Pottah 💚
Ron Weasley 💛
Hermione Granger 💚
Neville Longbottom 💚
Ginny Weasley 💚
Luna Lovegood 🧡
Fred & George Weasley 💛
Draco Malfoy 💛
Blaise Zabini 💛
Pansy Parkinson 💚
Tom Riddle 🩷
Mattheo Riddle 💛
Theodore Nott 💛
Lorenzo Berkshire 💛
Anyways I think that's it. Send in those requests!
#helluva boss#helluva boss smut#helluva boss x reader#blitzo x reader#mammon x reader#loona x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#adam x reader#vox x reader#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#jeff the killer x reader#ben drowned x reader#jane the killer x reader#hetalia#hetalia x reader#star wars#star wars smut#star wars x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#harry potter#slytherin boys#draco malfoy x reader#theodore nott x reader#tom riddle x reader
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Please, please let us see that reaction at number 5 in the Yandere AU! I do think Colin and Francesca would be more focused on killing each other for the others mistake rather than getting their rivals out of the way.
Dear gentle reader,
It has come to this author's attention that the Earl of Killmartin may have started courtship with the ton's resident wallflower, a one Miss Penelope Featherington . . .
Chaos broke out at number 5.
"FRANCESCA, IF YOU DON'T GO SEDUCE YOUR BLOODY RAKE ALREADY AND TAKE HIM BACK TO SCOTLAND!"
"WELL COLIN, WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF YOUR ASS AND FINALLY MARRY PENELOPE! IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS! YOU EXPECT HER TO WAIT FOREVER?! WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS MESS IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU!"
"ME?! WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS MESS IF YOU JUST MARRIED THE RIGHT STIRLING THE FIRST TIME!"
"I WAS TRYING TO GET MICHAEL THE TITLE!"
"BOTH OF YOU! THE STUDY! NOW!"
Colin and Francesca huffed as they followed Anthony into Violet's study. Their eldest brother glaring at both of them, as if daring them to speak.
"As you can see this," Anthony started holding up the latest Whistledown column, "has given us some intresting news. You both have been dragging out marrying your soulmates. To the point now where they are courting each other!"
"But Anthony-"
Anthony silenced his siblings with another glare. "You two are Bridgertons. You are from a family of honor and love. We marry our soulmates."
"You almost didn't," Colin muttered.
Anthony continued on, "We are honor bound to protect them and any other Bridgerton soulmate. You have a month to marry your soulmates, no more waiting."
Colin and Francesca sit stunned. They knew they would eventually marry their soulmates but that had always been a later thing, not a now thing.
"I suggest you both start planning," Anthony said. A fire lit under Bridgertons C and F as they scrambled out of the office. "And remember Penelope and Michael are both Bridgerton soulmates! I suggest working together to split them up!"
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OMG Hetalia!!! I used to be obsessed with the Show! I moved on but it still brings me joy when I see it from time to time (Also the fandom doesn't seem to die?? like even after almost 10+ years the fandom is somehow still alive?? 😭), even though hetalia had its Good and bad sides (the bad side the ship wars)
I also used to be obsessed with with England, the 2p's or the Nordics (AHEM Norway ♡)
Hima also added a few new characters! Indonesia, Singapore and Philippines!! AND FINALLY HE ADDED ENGLAND'S BROTHERS!!! I saw the tweet and like I said I'm not in the fandom anymore but the joy I felt when I saw Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland ♡♡ I was so Excited!!!
but what frustrated me was the lack of female characters! 😭😤 we have like idk 10-12 female characters and the rest bunch of guys! I was so sad to find out that Portugal could have been a girl!!! 😭
Which leaves me wondering do you have favourite Female characters in hetalia or maybe Nyotalia?? If you like England and 2p England what about Nyo England ? or 2p Nyo England??
Are there any other shows/Games you like besides Hetalia, Genshin impact or twst ??
if you like Otome games I would recommend you playing (if you don’t know them already!) Mystic messenger and Obey me! they're really Good 👍
🌸Anon
The fandom truly is unable to die. I think it's something where you can break away from and return to eventually much later in your life, whether for nostalgia's sake or to get back into the fandom again. Either way, the fandom really is always alive no matter how many years pass. ^^;;;; it's actually quite admirable lol!!
Omg I was so obsessed with England. Like how Azul is my twst muse, England was my Hetalia muse. I would pen so many thoughts regarding him in my Google docs (and they still remain there even today. ;;;). >_< and the 2ps aaaaaa!!! I loved them, especially 2p FACE family. They were all so unhinged hehe. <3 AND NORWAY AAAAAA YES YES!!!! You have wonderful taste, 🌸 anon!!! Norway was another one of my favorites. :D
AND THE NEW CHARACTERS!!!! It was so nice to see. England's brothers are just as fine as England himself... orz I remember back in 2021 (??? was it 2021??) there was word of a new season! I remember I became excited, yet I am here now and I haven't watched it yet LOL. Perhaps I should do so now that the Hetalia worms have crawled back into my brain.
Omg yes!!! The lack of female characters is disheartening. T_T I wish there were more!!! Aaaa it would have been so cool if Portugal was a girl!!! I would have liked to see it!! But as for favorite female characters, I absolutely adore Hungary and Ukraine!! They are both so lovely and sweethearts and they deserve much love!!! Nyo England and nyo 2p England are both very adorable, but I think my favorite nyotalia lady would have to be France! Elegant lady!!!!! So very charming! I love her outfit as well!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
There are other games and shows I like outside of twst, Genshin, and Hetalia! I really like Little Nightmares. It's my favorite horror-adventure game. I love the art style and the storyline. I also want to play Omori when I have enough free time! The premise looks so interesting and I've listened to some of the osts from the game (world's end valentine is such a banger!!!). I also like Danganronpa. As for anime I have really enjoyed, Saiki K, Great Pretender, Devilman Crybaby, Soul Eater, Summertime Rendering, and ODDTAXI are among my favorites!!!
And I have played Obey Me! and Mystic Messenger before! Both are very fun! My favorites from both games are Mammon, Satan, and Belphegor and 707 and Saeran hehe!!! I was never a Jumin fan, but that one bad end... 🫣 so maybe I can consider liking a certain filthy-rich businessman... and something about yandere!Yoosung hits different. >:) in conclusion, unhinged characters are so *chef's kiss* !!!!!
#hetalia chit chat#🌸 anon#mammon on my home screen waiting for me to come back: day xxx of waiting to prank meraki!!! :D#mammon i'm sorry T_T i promise i'll come back soon
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Red Oktoberfest and Swordvan Headcanons: Yandere Mercs
Because I want to gosh dang it.
Red Oktoberfest
If Medic is the yandere:
.He constantly is checking up on Heavy’s physical and emotional health and will go to any length to get the medicine or care he needs.
.That being said, Heavy has been in poor emotional health ever since Medic kidnapped him.
.He truly wants to give Heavy freedom and let him roam the house, but he is also aware of Heavy’s strength and cunning, and knows he could escape easy if he unrestrained him for even a second.
.He hates seeing Heavy mopey all the time so Medic occasionally invites his family over with the conditions being he can’t talk about his situation and he needs to pretend they have an ordinary relationship. If Heavy even dares to try and steal a moment alone with his mother or one of his sisters to tell them the truth...Medic will make sure he never sees them again.
.He studies Heavy’s body often and showers him with praise; his anatomy and strength are what caused Medic to fall in the first place after all.
.Medic is a very violent yandere. Occasionally, Medic will ask Heavy about the people who have wronged him in his life, even if it was just someone who simply insulted him once. He will then mercilessly hunt them down, kidnap them, and bring them back to slaughter in front of Heavy thinking he will be satisfied with their death (when in reality, Heavy would not wish death upon anyone and screams at Medic to let them live).
.Calls Heavy cute pet names in German and uses a high, lovestruck voice only around him. If Medic is not with his Heavy, expect him to essentially growl at you.
If Heavy is the yandere:
.Not much changes at first. Sure Heavy becomes a little extra protective and waits on Medic like his personal servant, but those were already givens.
.Heavy is also a violent yandere but is also good at suppressing his anger/murders. He can kill someone who was flirting with Medic or whom caused a bad interaction and Medic will be none the wiser.
.Does not need to kidnap his lover because Medic already agreed to live with him. He also has little fear of Medic trying to run away, because from Medic’s point of view, he hasn’t done anything to raise any red flags.
.He talks about his obsession with Medic to his sisters for hours on end, to the point where they become concerned for him. They’re happy that he’s happy, but he’s also acting a bit creepy...
.Heavy will quite literally do anything Medic asks of him, even if it defies all common sense or morals, resulting in one time where he murdered their own team’s Spy in cold blood after overhearing Medic murmur “I wish Spy were dead.” (He was exaggerating)
.Medic only realizes how much danger he’s in when he tries to leave the house after he and Heavy get into an argument and Heavy will not let go of him.
.”It is a dangerous world, Doktor. But I can protect you from all of it. Heavy knows what’s best, I promise.”
Swordvan
If Sniper is the yandere:
.Similar to Heavy where he’ll kill anyone who messes with Demoman, but he’s discreet about it. His job already gives him all the tools he needs for a silent hit.
.A little bit awkward and new to romance, and also not as possessive as the others. But he still loves Demo deeply and can’t see himself with anyone else.
.Sniper is more likely to harm himself then Demoman if Demo ever tried to break things off because he refuses to lay a hand on his lover.
.Is in a weird limbo where he simltanueously respects Demo’s boundaries and also crosses them often, mainly if Demoman has fallen into a depressive episode.
.Puts a lot of effort into gifts and dates! Sniper’s not letting all of that mercenary bank go to waste. Demoman nearly cries when Sniper buys him a masterfully crafted, limited edition, Scotland-made sword for his collection from over a hundred years ago.
.They actually have a lot of healthy discussions and Sniper talks about how strongly he feels about Demo. He says that he’s afraid of hurting Demo in so many different ways and readily admits that he has a problem. Demo is slightly disturbed by the news of his obsession, but seeing how open he is about it, he’s willing to stay by his side and get him some help.
.He’ll never admit to Demo that the therapy didn’t work.
If Demo is the yandere:
.Demo doesn’t show his yandere/aggressive side often, but when he does, he becomes something out of a horror film. He’ll tie his victim up, force them to gargle potassium chlorate, and before the poison kills them, he’ll light a match and toss it into their mouth to blow their head off.
.He acts super puppy dog lovey and cuddly around Sniper, and Sniper appreciates the affection after so long of forcing himself to be distant from others.
.Demoman definitely has a shrine of stuff he stole from Sniper or the things he throws away. He hides it in a dresser drawer behind a bunch of beer bottles so nobody goes snooping.
.He’ll spoil Sniper rotten with gifts and words of affirmation. If he finds out a new way to make Sniper blush, he’ll abuse that weak spot for a solid week.
.If he ends up kidnapping Sniper, he’s smart about it and allows Sniper freedom and the lushest lifestyle he can afford so that Sniper doesn’t want to run away. It’s not like he had much of a good relationship with his parents anyway.
.Little does Demo know, Sniper has been harboring all of the fear and hatred deep down and desperately wants to get away.
.Sniper takes advantage of Demo’s softness and the freedom he gave him during an intimate moment to stab him and escape. Demoman cries out with the anger of a beast, but he can’t do anything as he bleeds out onto the ground.
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The Devil's Trill - By Sara Nelson (8/10)
This author is a promising writer, and this particular comic is in full color instead of black and white. Some of the panels are quite pretty. It's a Victorian story set in Scotland, in an extremely religious and conservative town.
Florian is a handsome French violinist. After his father dies he gets a vast fortune. He decides that he doesn't want to get married. He travels around the world and plays the violin. He's talented so he becomes very popular. Plenty of women want to marry him, but he's not interested. He is not a religious man. He believes in Hedonism. He's nowhere near ready for a family.
He doesn't need one either. He's got more than enough money. He doesn't need a dowry. He gets targeted by gossip when he settles down in a Scottish town. Marriage is part of your image in the Victorian era. If you aren't married people assume something is wrong with you.
Miriam is unmarried too, and she's an old maid now. Her family wants to marry her off, because she was involved in some sort of scandal. We don't know what it is yet, but Miriam believes that her sister Patsy knowingly made the rumors about her worse. Patsy despises her more than her parents do.
Miriam must go to parties with Patsy. If she doesn't get married she's going to end up on the street soon. She's desperate but also she feels hopeless. None of the men at these parties are willing to speak to her, because her reputation is so awful.
Florian comes in, and he plays a romantic song. It seduces half of the women in the room right away. He's drowning in attention. Patsy heavily implies that she's interested in marrying him. He dodges all of the women and lands next to Miriam, who is hiding near the wall because no one will talk to her.
He talks to her. She has a good sense of humor, and she doesn't throw herself at him. Miriam blushes and he looks very interested. Their personalities mesh well. Florian seems to prefer mature women over flirtatious ones.
Patsy literally drags Miriam away from Florian. She says Florian is too good for an unpopular nobody like her. Patsy looks like a lively young woman on the outside, but she absolutely hates competition. If she can't have the dashing Florian no one can. Patsy is really short sighted. Patsy is also an incredibly religious woman, and Florian doesn't even believe in God. Their relationship would never work, but Patsy wants a handsome husband with money, so she pushes Miriam out of the way.
The other unwed young people in town are just as nasty to Miriam. They all think Florian is out of his mind because he spoke to her. The story hasn't gone very far yet, but the summary explains the basic plot.
Miriam will be whisked away to Florian's mansion, where she will find his dark secrets. His money and attention will lure her into a dangerous situation. I'm getting some yandere vibes. Florian and Miriam are both outcasts, but Miriam was bullied into her sad situation.
Florian is an outcast by choice.
That's a red flag.
#yandere#male yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#recommendations#recs#rec#recommended#webtoon#The Devil's Trill
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666 Milestone Collab
After starting this collab in January it is finally time. I’m here to share the masterlist of all the stories written by incredible authors.
I am beyond grateful they joined otherwise this wouldn’t have been possible. Please show these authors much love and enjoy their supernatural stories to the fullest!
Answer / pt.2 by @daemour
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader, Choi San x Reader (Ateez); Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Fluff, Angst, Ghost AU, Mystery, Supernatural elements, vaguely horror; Warnings: Religious content, toxic possessiveness, slight yandere, mentions of death, death
Summary: For as long as Seonghwa had been roaming the world as a ghost, he hadn’t remembered much of his life when he was... well... living. But one thing he does remember is you. His childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen since he moved in primary school. So naturally, he seeks you out.
To his surprise, you can see him. He immediately decides to hold onto you for as long as he can. After all, you’re the only tie he has to the living world. He doesn’t want anything to get in the way of what could be a normal life.
Not even your potential partners.
bàs a tha ri thighinn by @flurrys-creativity
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Fantasy, Angst, smidges of fluff, hopefully horror, maybe smut; Warnings: tbd.
Summary: You had moved into a house near a small village in the highlands of Scotland, which appeared to be a peaceful place by day with dozens of tourists but turned dangerous at night. Though having the town’s heart throb by your side should be enough for your protection, shouldn’t it?
Blood Red Love by @limjaeseven
Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Kim Yugyeom (GOT7); Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Horror, Angst, Hannibal!AU, maybe smut; Warnings: Cannibalism, death, gore and more
Summary: Yugyeom should have remembered that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is, and that something, or better, someone came in the shape of a tall, handsome, psychiatrist with an impeccable taste in fashion and a penchant for the unspeakable.
Burn the World by @sanjoongie
Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Smut, Demon AU, Supernatural AU; Warnings: blood, sex, use of the occult, religious aspects
Summary: As the leader of a cult, in an attempt to summon a demon to aid you in taking over the world, you utter a couple of words in Latin wrong and go from “let your powers enter me and me make powerful” to “let YOU enter my body and give me pleasure”. Kang Yeosang, a demon prince of the 2nd circle of Hell aka Lust, answers your summons. With blood sealing the contract, you have no option but to hope for the best and let the demon own your body.
Devotion by @flurrys-creativity
Pairing: Ten (NCT) x Reader; Rating: nsfw,18+, MDNI; Genre: Supernatural AU, Smut, hints of horror at the beginning; Warnings: darkness, imprisonment, being chained up, unprotected sex, riding, marking, making out
Summary: You saw it - no - him. Every night in your dreams. You saw him, spoke with him, touched him. He seemed to know exactly what was happening while you stumbled through the dark. Yet you were drawn to him. Enough to fulfill any request that spilled from his lips.
Knock Knock by @kingsuckjin
Pairing: Park Jimin (BTS) x Fem!Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Horror, Smut; Warnings: horror, haunting things happen, paranoia, smut, making out, edging, nipple play, dry humping, jimin has a marking and ownership fetish, biting, dirty talk, female fingering, jimin is the biggest fuckboy, this has a few cliché horror tropes
Summary: “Emergency broadcast alert: please remain indoors at this time. Close all curtains and windows, and fo not open any doors, do not let them in. This warning will be in effect until the next update. Please stay safe during this time.”
Say my name (ao3) by @mingsolo
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Rating: 18+; Genre: Incubus AU, Supernatural AU, Demon AU, Smut; Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of alcohol, manifestations of demonic presence, cursing
Summary: Playing the Ouija board was stupid, but you did it anyways to please your dumb friends. How could you have known that the demon you summoned got a liking to observe you, and decided to toy with your patience until you finally said his name.
Under A Spell by @honeyhuii
Pairing: Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) x Reader; Rating: PG-13; Genre: Magic Academia AU, Love spell AU, Magic AU, Secret Admirer AU, One-sided Enemies to lovers, Classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining; Warnings: prefect!witch!Jungwon, witch!reader, mentions of food, swearing, kissing, minimal fight scenes and kidnapping
Summary: Being in love was never easy. But being in love with Yang Jungwon? That was an oncoming storm. Especiall since he considers you an enemy... But you were completely head over heels for the prefect and would coninue to send him love notes every day even if it means that’s the only way he’ll notice you... Well that was until your two best friends decide to give you a love potion that makes Jungwon fall for you.. You should’ve given the label a read before you put it in his locker because if Jungwon didn’t already dislike you, now he definitely will.
Once again a big thank you to all the authors that joined this crazy journey! Thanks so much for putting up with my chaos! I had an incredible time and hope you had a similar joy in this collab.
#supernatural collab#milestone event#thrill me chill me fulfill me#collab masterlist#ateez#bts#enhypen#got7#nct#seventeen
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SIDE BLOGS INFO
@wackyinflatablearmtubeman - Small Sign spinner who is just trying his best to hold down a job despite having horrible luck doing so.
@king-vortigern-pendragon - Legend Of The Sword Rp blog for Vortigern Pendragon
@somanydumbwaystodie - Airheaded idiot cop who is cursed to die in horrible ways and can never find peace.
@brain-over-brawn - Tiny Alien Brain who is trying to disguise as a human to study them and learn how to take over the world with his boss.
@running-on-co2 - Once turned science experiment now the worlds greatest robotic assassin.
@chalk-it-up-to-fate - Well known Artist who traps people in a fake world of his own creation due to envy of the people in the human / real world.
@in-heaven-everything-is-fine - Eraserhead baby Au blog from the movie Eraserhead.
@twists-and-turns-of-fate - Demon muse that wants revenge on one man and seeks out a way to destroy him and the clones that he has created as well as others he sees as threats
@heartbrokenwhispers - Yandere muse blog for a man trying to find love but who keeps having horrible luck doing so.
@the-dukes-archives - Dark souls Rp blog for Seath the scaleless and other muses from that fandom.
@ceaseless-chaos - Prince of Chaos who is cursed to be in pain all his life and only find comfort in his own siblings corpse that he thinks still watches him.
@the-monster-of-scotland - NESSIE!
@lordseekerlucius - Lucius Corin blog / Envy from Dragon Age Inquisition.
@you-reap-what-you-sow - Harold blog from Scary Stories to tell in the Dark series.
@run-run-as-fast-as-u-can - Smol tiny baker trying his best with a cursed magic oven that can make baked goods come to life.
@rise-up-like-glitter-and-gold- Elden Ring Multi Muse blog for my tarnished and my OC Rune.
@the-galaxy-is-on-orions-belt - Small Alien Prince tasked with keeping the world safe from destruction.
@bee-my-queen - Bumblebee OC that made a human appearance hive to go out and try to date and find a new queen.
@deathisjustthebeginning - Elden Ring OC for a man who was once human now cursed to spread death after he tried to cheat it and became a horrible disfigured monster in the process now having to hide behind a fake human mask of his own design.
@the-king-of-villains - King of all villains who learned to steal powers from other villains to become stronger
@ill-met-by-m00nlight - WEREWOLF SWEET BABY :D
@atlas-jericho-carmichael - Atlas Carmichael blog from UA
@squirming-evil - Oogie from TNBC
@bright-and-clever-no-matter-watt - OC blog for the smartest inventor ever.
@bloodline-rewritten - intravenous System OC Muse
@klaus-the-hessian - Dullahan muse
@pastor-of-vows - Miriel from Elden Ring
@all-the-kings-horses-and-men - Soldier that was sent 200 years in the future due to being in a coma after getting injured.
@of-direwolves-and-broken-things - Elden Ring legless baby and his pet direwolf.
@wouldyoustillloveme - Librarian baby who has trouble finding love out of fear of being abandoned / hated
@let-your-dreams-flood-in - Sloth Demon from DAO
@wooden-lies- Pinocchio Au / OC blog
@lord-jab-desilijic-tiure - Jabba the hutt muse
@let-your-evil-shine - Grigori Rasputin from Anastasia blog
@who-can-take-the-sunrise - Literal Chocolatier
@dont-trust-a-thing - Alien shapeshifter :D
@villainsthatliveinmyhead- Gabriel / Madison blog from Malignant
@lord-of-the-dead-aidoneus - Hades from Disney's Hercules
@ruler-of-artisans - Toasty from Spyro
@the-first-murderer - Cain aka the first murderer
@another-1-bites-the-dust - Smol Robot Janitor
@hit-me-one-time-hit-me-twice - Hexxus from Ferngully
@culex-headquarters - Group of assassins that track people Via blood.
@within-a-sea-of-stars - Sea Star OC
@go-ahead-make-your-choice - Imshael / Choice Spirit
@ask-randall-boggs - Randall from monsters inc
@audacity-reigns - Humanized Dagger that chooses those who are worthy
@devourer-of-the-gods - Aldrich from Dark Souls 3
@unfinished-calamity - Calamitous from Jimmy Neutron
@killing-is-mere-childs-play - Charles Lee Ray
@as-luck-may-have-it - Good Luck Charm muse
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