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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago
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Yandere Henry VIII w/Mistress!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)
❝ 👑 — lady l: okay, I literally finished this in 30 minutes because I was so excited. I've been thinking about this since I wrote this reaction and decided to do some hcs! Hope you like it!! ❤️
❝tw: mention of cheating, implied death and murder, manipulation.
❝ 👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader.
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You came from an English noble family that craved riches and power, like all nobles of that time. Your father was rich and powerful, but he wanted more, he wanted more power and he had a way of getting it.
You were his only daughter, he no longer had legitimate descendants after the death of your mother in childbirth, who was very dear to him. So it was your duty to bring fortune and power to your family.
You grew up knowing that one day you would have to marry some rich man and you were educated from an early age to learn how to be a good wife and give strong sons to your future husband. That has always been your duty and what you were taught to believe.
Until the day you went to the English Court and met the King. You and your father had been invited to celebrate the birth of his son, albeit a bastard. Henry FitzRoy, unfortunately, Catherine of Aragon had not been able to produce a male child for him, which was her main function.
Henry laid eyes on you the first moment he met you during the party. You were so young and shy, standing next to your father and looking around the corners shyly. You caught his attention and he decided he wanted you.
You decided to leave the room where the party was taking place, to get some air and be able to breathe properly. Henry went after you and cornered you against a wall, looking intensely at you.
Your heart skipped a beat when you came face to face with the King of England, but you smiled and lowered your eyes, in a submissive posture. Henry smiled in approval and touched your face affectionately, taking in your gentle, soft features. So perfect and so beautiful. He bent down to your ear and said he would like to see you more often.
Your legs had gone weak but you nodded and he smiled in approval. From that date on, you and Henry began to meet in secret and all of these meetings were platonic, nothing sexual had happened, only a few kisses. Henry found himself enjoying your company more and more and longing for you, forgetting about his other mistresses and focusing entirely on you.
Your father eventually found out about your encounters with Henry and he was ecstatic. Here was the opportunity to gain more power and status if you became Henry's mistress. He was the one who encouraged you to accept the King's advances and become his mistress.
Henry was over the moon when you became his mistress. Now he could have you whenever he wanted. He adored you, your body, your personality, everything about you. You were so sweet and naive, even when he was worshiping you in the privacy of his chambers, being ravaged by the King.
He spoiled you more than anything. Your family had received titles and powers, but the real power and wealth were yours. Henry spoiled you beyond measure, jewelry, dresses, shoes, and even properties were bestowed upon you. Everything you wanted was yours, all you had to do was let yourself be worshiped by the King.
Being his mistress had several perks, and although you had made enemies, none of them really mattered when you were with him. You ended up falling in love and Henry was increasingly consumed by his passion and obsession.
He became more possessive and jealous of you every day, no one could look at you more than once and Henry would end up becoming a tyrant for you. He has no problem eliminating anyone who might affect you. He is yours and you are his. Henry would do anything for you, from abdicating his throne to making you Queen if you asked.
You were satisfied with your status as a mistress, but the idea of ​​becoming Queen of England appealed to you, just as it did to your father. Henry encouraged you to accept this deal, encouraged you to marry him and become his Queen. You hesitated for a while, but after discovering you were pregnant, you agreed to marry Henry.
Henry would do everything to make this happen, that you would become his Queen and the son you carried would be legitimate. He would send letters to the Vatican, and make alliances and enemies, he didn't care, but he would have you as his Queen.
Whatever it takes. If he has to pay a high price for it, so be it. Henry will have you as his Queen and wife.
All the blood spilled, the wars and conflicts were worth it for Henry when he was able to marry you, crown you Queen of England and when he held his son in his arms as you slept peacefully after giving birth.
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a-998h · 2 months ago
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Return to Gravity Falls
@angelqueen27 & @eisheth
Contains: Implied Platonic yandere
"Wake, Starlight," a familiar voice tells me.
Opening my eyes, I'm met with the all too familiar set of bright blue eyes. My older brother, Mason, who has the stage name Dipper. I sit up in bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes of all sleepiness. Smelling pancakes, I figured my older sister, Mabel, was making her special strawberry chocolate chip pancakes. Those two were part of a magic act called, the Mystery Twins. We'd been traveling across the country for weeks and I was always excited to explore where we ended up this time.
"Morning big bro," I tell him.
I know he has a new bolo tie, but he has a million so I wouldn't now what every single one he owns looks like. He gives me a head pat and tells me to get dressed as he leaves the room and closes the door.
I throw on a blue shirt and black shorts, paired with my sneakers. I spend extra time brushing my hair, knowing Mabel would do it herself if she didn't think it was good enough. After brushing my teeth, I join my siblings at the table. Mabel, who's normally blank blue headband had a teal gem decoration on it, handed me a plate with a smily face pancake and apple slices.
"Morning little Starlight," she calls me.
I smile despite my annoyance. I have a name, Reader, but my siblings have never used it. It was always, Starlight this and Starlight that for as long as I can remember. I wanted to let go of the dumb nicknames, but last time I tried I started feeling guilty. Dipper and Mabel would say that they only wanted to have a bond with me, so I let them keep calling me that name. When their magic act took off, the dragged me along with them.
I look down at the smiling pancake, I loved that stupid whipped cream smile when I like 6, but Mabel keeps putting it on my pancakes. I don't really mind, it's whipped cream after all. I finish the pancake, and go to leave the table, but without even looking up from his plate, Dipper says.
"Eat all your apple slices, you need to be healthy,"
That pancake was huge, and I was feeling full. Trying to argue that point was useless as Dipper said that I could only be full if I finished those stupid apple slices. It bothers me that they can't see that I'm not a little kid anymore, plus I'm only three years younger than them. Giving in, I eat the apple slices and let Mabel take my plate and silverware. Looking out the window, I recognize some familiar scenery.
"We're back home?" I ask my siblings. They nod and smile.
We were away from home for so long, my heart might burst from the excitement of returning. Before I can leave the table to explore my hometown, Mabel stops me.
"We have something for you, Starlight," Mabel says as Dipper walks over.
With a dramatic flurrish, Dipper pulls out a white box with a blue ribbon bow on it. Opening it reveals a sliver bracelet, a dark teal stone embedded in the center surrounded by my star sign.
"Where and when did you get this?" I ask.
They both chuckle and Mabel tells me it was bought after one of their New England shows. I take their word, and put it on. It fits perfectly and looks beautiful. I hug them both before we heard our Great Uncle/ Manager Stan say Dipper and Mabel have to do a rehearsal for a show happening in about two weeks time. I get two kisses on the cheek as the pair leave. Once that car is outta view, I run out the house's front door.
Nostalgia hits like a freight train as I wander the streets of the town I knew and loved. Greasy's dinner was where it always stood, with Speedy Susan being a one woman crew. Gravity Falls may look like a hick town in middle of nowhere Oregon, which is true, but I see it as a wonderful place full of woods to explore. As I walk around, I feel something solid run into me as I fall backwards.
"I'm so, so, so, so sorry!" A high pitched voice says.
Looking as I stand, I see a girl with a color hippie like outfit, and a white haired boy in a sweatshirt, it's summer. The girl keeps apologizing and I let her know I'm ok. She sticks out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, My name is Pacifica Southeast, but please call me Pacifica," she tells me.
I tell her my name. She smiles and pushes the nervous sweatshirt boy closer. He looks like he really doesn't want to talk to anyone, not because he's better, but it's mor elike, he'll go the way of the narwhal if he even things of talking to strangers. He slowly sticks out his hand for a handshake. I return the handshake and tell him my name.
"M-My name is Gideon Pines," he tells me.
I nod and apologize for being in their way. Pacifica says her and he brother had plans to explore the nearby woods, then asked what I was doing. I explain my exporting and Pacifica says we should do it together. Normally, Dipper and Mabel would pull me away, Dipper making me wash my hand because he thinks that I'll get "poor people germs" and Mabel would say I need to spend more time with family. But, they aren't here.
"Sure, sounds fun" I tell my new best friends.
The three of us enjoy our wilderness expedition, spotting animals and plants of varying kinds. It was nice to have friends, Dipper and Mabel just scare them off, saying I only need my big brother and sister. I catch my reflection in a small creek, I have dirt stains on my hands, face, and shirt with messy hair. It's been so long since I've looked like this, ever since Dipper and Mabel had become the Mystery Twins, they would always keep me under their ever present eyes.
The laughter dies down as the sun starts to sink below the trees, casting the town and forest in a comfortable orange glow. Pacifica hands me a folded piece of paper, urging me to open it. When I do, I'm greeted with an address, but it's not one I know.
"It's for a place called the Mystery Shack, it's where me and Gideon live so you can hang out whenever you want!" She cheerfully tells me.
Stuffing the paper back in my pocket, I have memories of Dipper and Mabel insulting the Mystery Shack and telling I have no reason to go to "that dirty tourist trap". Now, I have friends and a reason to visit, I start making my way to home, trying to hide the evidence of my wilderness fun. Opening the door, I'm greeted with the stern looks of Dipper and Mabel.
"Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Mabel asks in a somewhat emotional manner.
I try my best to answer, but it doesn't help. Dipper scolds me as Mabel is setting up a make shift spy in our living room, going on and on about how I was "darted by hooligans". Dipper does nothing to calm her, only fueling the fire. Dipper calmly tells me that I shouldn't be around strangers as they could hurt me. Honestly, I think the most dangerous thing in this town are the woodpeckers. Dipper takes the paper as Mabel scolds me.
Well, despite being grounded, I'm still happy that we're back in Gravity Falls. Nostalgia softened the blow of grounding. Looks like I'll have to rob Dipper's room for that address. I wonder what it would be like to have real friends, not overprotective siblings.
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princessanonymous · 10 months ago
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When Night Comes
Platonic Yandere Vampire
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First Chapter
17. 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽
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From that moment on, (Y/n) clung to the new arrivant. While Dorian was relieved to know his partner had gotten over his initial dislike for the girl, he wondered what had been the catalyst for this change. The other day, the child had another nightmare. In the middle of the day, she had entered their room and made a beeline for Killian's coffin. The dark haired vampire had comforted her, while Dorian had smiled at the sight fondly. He preferred not to dwell too much on the cause of this positive outcome ; it was better not to look a gift horse in the mouth, as they said. Everything was good; everyone was in their place. It was almost perfect.
The girl would turn twelve in two weeks and the next blood moon would be a week after that. He knew Killian probably still planned to leave, but Dorian knew the other vampire well. His dear companion was so predictable. His compassion would make him stay. For their girl. He wouldn’t leave her. The blond just had to find a way to make him stay until the girl's turning.
He gazed out one of the study's windows and observed the silhouette riding on a horse outside in the night. He smiled, resting his chin on his hand as he followed Killian's path with his eyes. The dark haired vampire had always been one for the outdoors, even as a human. He had fascinated Dorian, and still did to this day. He could still vividly remember their first meeting, a memory that would never leave him.
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Humans, Dorian found, were quite interesting beings; they had this way of living — always in motion — that baffled him. Despite the specter of impermanence hanging over them, humans embraced life with a tenacity that Dorian found intriguing. They indulged in pleasures, sought out joys, and painted their existence with vibrant hues of experiences. It was a paradox that resonated with him on a profound level — the knowledge of an eventual end, yet an unwavering commitment to savoring every fleeting moment. It made him wonder if he had acted the same way once. 
There was a time, one or two forevers ago, when he too had been part of this vibrant dance of life. He had been human, a mere mortal swept up in the currents of time. He didn't remember much of his time as a human; his turning had erased most of his memories. Disappeared in an ember, a burned tableau turned to ashes dissolving in the wind of eternal change, leaving behind a void where his mortal past once thrived. He had started anew as a blank canvas; his own sire abandoning him carelessly only days following his turning.
"Tell me more about yourself, Monsieur de Beauvoir," a voice pierced through his contemplations, and he turned to regard the lady who had initiated the inquiry. Despite his charming smile, her name had already slipped through the crevices of his recollection.
"I am sure there are more interesting discussions than listening to the stories of a man such as myself, milady," he responded in a melodious voice.
The human giggled, as if that had been the funniest joke she had heard. "You are too humble, Duke de Beauvoir," she gushed. "What brought a Frenchman such as yourself to England ?" The lady asked, stepping closer.
 "I merely wished for a change of scenery," he replied vaguely, his tone carrying an air of mystery that only fueled the lady's curiosity.
The lady's words, laced with a hint of flirtation and delivered in a sultry voice, hung in the air like a delicate perfume, enveloping the space between them. "A great reason to make new acquaintances," she insinuated, her gaze locked with Dorian's, her proximity closing the gap between them.
In response, Dorian allowed a playful glint to flicker in his eyes, acknowledging the unspoken invitation. He was always willing to be entertained. He considered the possibility of continuing their exchange in a quieter corner of the palace, away from the prying eyes and curious gazes of the other attendants.
"A great way indeed," added a new person who inserted himself into the conversation, "Charlotte, why don't you introduce me to this fine gentleman ?" 
Dorian, accustomed to the art of captivating an audience, turned around with practiced grace, ready to unleash his signature charming smile. The voice that had interrupted their conversation had piqued his interest, and he welcomed the attention with a subtle anticipation. Among vampires, pride was a prevailing trait, and Dorian, in particular, relished the spotlight. The knowledge that others hung on his every word, that he could control the narrative and reveal only what he wished, provided him with an exhilarating rush.
As he prepared to unveil his charismatic persona, Dorian's poised demeanor faltered ever so slightly at the sight before him. Long wavy auburn hair lazily gracing his shoulders; sharp yet beautiful features and striking hazel eyes. Truly, a sight to behold. True beauty was something hard to come across, yet here it presented itself to him, in such unforeseen circumstances. The mortal put an arm protectively around the lady’s shoulders and Dorian narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure of their bond.
"Brother," Charlotte greeted with warmth, introducing the mysterious man at her side. "This is Duke Dorian de Beauvoir."
Dorian inclined his head with a polite acknowledgment, his charming smile remaining intact. "Bonsoir, it is a pleasure to meet you," he trailed off, trying to catch the name of the stranger.
"Killian," he supplied. "Killian Ambrose-Hart."
"Ambrose," he mused inwardly. An ancient name, steeped in history, meaning Immortal. Everlasting. The serendipity of the encounter was not lost on Dorian. His lips curled up. This must have been fated. Dorian's eyes, still retaining their playful gleam, lingered on Killian for a moment longer. 
"Why don't you join us," the blond suggested, gesturing at an empty seat at their table.
"Brother, sir de Beauvoir is from France," Charlotte informed him. "He was about to tell me more about himself."
"Nothing quite interesting, I'm afraid," he responded a bit dismissively, turning his attention back on the brother who had sat down reluctantly. "London is grand and lively, nothing like what I am used to from France. I would need someone to show me around to get accustomed to the new scenery."
When the other didn't seem to get the hint, the conversation continued, the sister trying to get Dorian's attention while he had been ensnared by the unsuspecting brother. The siblings eventually departed and the blond was left bitter.
Now that Dorian knew he existed, no other man would suffice. The heart wanted what it wanted, and his ? Well, his wanted this elusive human.
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"Are you almost done ?" (Y/n)'s modulated voice brought him back to reality.
His eyes landed on her, adorning a magnificent rose red dress that complimented her complexion. She posed on a black chair, elegant and youthful. He looked back at his tableau.
His first and last human portrait of her. Her skin still glowed with colorful warm hues, her eyes lacked any hint of red and her teeth were dull compared to that of vampires. He rarely captured life, but he was willing to make an exception for his child. Soon she would be different. For the better, but nonetheless different.
He wondered how she would react to her turning. He would ensure it would be as painless as he possibly could. This would certainly be a night to remember, and perhaps even the first she would remember. Dorian wondered if like him, she would be among the few who lost their memory of their human life following their turning. He hoped she would. Starting anew with her would be the greatest gift that could be given to him. He could educate and mold her properly; no pesky memories of her parents and her peasant life. She would only know him and Killian.
He turned back towards her. "Not yet, doll," he answered and chuckled as she sighed. "Be patient— and smile."
"Do you often paint ?" She asked, perhaps trying to make the time pass faster.
"For as long as I can remember," he answered. A talent he must had retained from his human life, he supposed. "All paintings on display on this floor were made by me."
"Really ?" She turned around, pointing at one portrait of him and Killian in the room. "Even this one ?"
"Indeed," he confirmed with a smile, then added: "Stop moving, doll."
"Isn't it easier to bring in a painter to paint you and him together ?" (Y/n) asked, settling back into place.
"We tried," he acknowledged, "but we found mine always turned out better."
Painters had this ability of picking up small details most didn't see. Teeth too white, fangs too sharp, skin taking a deathly color. They saw too much. They showed too much. They accentuated it all too much, peeling away the carefully crafted façade created by them. Presenting what wasn’t meant to be shown ; what they didn’t want to be shown.
"They really are pretty," she complimented.
"Thank you," he smiled. "We are almost done."
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coralcatsea · 7 months ago
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Brief Thoughts on Some Ships:
USUK: They're best friends who are obsessed with each other and always looking for excuses to hang out. They tend to info dump all over the other. They're stubborn, kind of petty, very protective, and have a hard time admitting how much they desire the other's company, praise, and attention, but they're working on it because they care deeply about the other. They're in love, your honour.
PrUK: One of the best slept on England ships. Two wild guys that go out to loud punk rock concerts and have drinks together, then quietly recharge at home (e.g. writing in their journals, reading fairy tales, and sewing). Fun personality combination? Check. History together? Check. Canon interactions? Check. Though they really could still use MORE canon moments, given how much potential they have. Pirate x priest with these two is always excellent.
EngBela: The sexy Addams Family-esque couple who live in an elegant gothic mansion and pass time indulging in their hobbies, such as fortune telling, talking to ghosts, singing, and listening to rock music.
FrUK: Used to be an OTP, now I mainly like them as close platonic frenemies. Romantically, it's better in theory than in practice – that is to say, it has potential, but I'm not a fan of most depictions. Also, nyo FrUK is superior.
AmeBela: The dorky hero and goth girl. They confused and exhausted each other at first, but eventually developed an understanding and started getting along pretty well. He can fix her. She can make him worse. Alfred tries to encourage Natalya to form her own identity away from Ivan. Natalya encourages Alfred's suppressed yandere tendencies. She pegs him.
Romerica: They bond over sharing their cultures with each other. Alfred loves Lovino's food. Living in America provided all sorts of new ingredients for Lovino to experiment with in cooking, and he got to be good at something without Feli taking the attention away from him. Lovino is actually a fan of some of Alfred's home cooking as well. They both enjoy singing and dancing, and are fans of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin.
EngGer: They're both responsible and serious...until Arthur's wild side comes out and he starts teasing and playing games with Ludwig's head. Ludwig is socially awkward and a strict rule-follower, which Arthur can relate to, but he's better at being social and having fun than Ludwig, so he can help him loosen up – although in the bedroom, Arthur is more than happy with letting Ludwig be a strict rule follower. Ludwig is very obedient. Arthur trained him nicely.
AmeLiet: They're really domestic and get along well most of the time. They're comfortable enough that they can confide pretty easily in each other. Alfred is pretty protective of Tolys, particularly when it comes to Ivan. He doesn't like the way Ivan treated him and is quick to jump to his defence whenever possible. Additionally, Alfred is 'in love with the way Tolys undresses'. That's not questionable at all.
Part 2
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yanxidarlings · 5 months ago
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MASTERPOST
HETALIA
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WRITINGS
newer works for hetalia
GENERAL HEADCANONS
latin america, mongolia
older works for hetalia
GENERAL HEADCANONS
america, australia, prussia, romano, turkey, finland, ukraine, england, nordics
INDIVIDUAL SCENARIOS
shy with america
superhero-esque with america
platonic yandere with america
daydreams with america
uncivilised with england
victorian poc with england
childhood friend with hong kong
GROUP SCENARIOS
heartbroken with the axis
disappointed with the axis
anxious with the axis
unhappily married with the allies
aroace with the allies
lesbian with the allies
refusing to eat with the allies
insecure with the nordics
sickly with the italy brothers
pugnacious with the german brothers
psychopath with eng-ita-ame
androphobia with eng-spa-can
otome with ger-eng-ame
bosses relative with ger-eng-ame
sociable with ger-eng-rus
sharing with ger-eng-pru
lovestruck with ger-swe-spa
reciprocated yandere with rus-ame
rejected proposal with rus-ger
VERSUS SERIES
austria vs switzerland
ukraine vs belarus
hungary vs romania
england vs romania
russia vs germany
america vs russia
america vs germany (p2, p3)
norway vs iceland
hong kong vs south korea
greece vs turkey vs egypt
YANDERE ALPHABET
D,M,Z with america
F,H,I with america
C,D,H with prussia
D,A,Y with australia
J,Q,U with the baltics
D,W,Z with ame-can-fra
X,S with eng-ger-rus
F,L,M with eng-pru
B,J,T with rus-ame
E,K,R with ice-jap
A,P,Y with hk-tai-mac
YANDERE DISCUSSION
unrequited yandere
warmonger
fake broken
UPCOMING
the draft has been started
romano and prussia sharing a darling
male belarus, ukraine and russia sharing a darling
latin america sharing a darling
general yandere asia
list of old inbox requests i might get to oneday
here
HARRY POTTER
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WRITINGS
POLY SLYTHERIN SERIES
sharing, individual headcanons, bully! slytherins, obscurial! reader
POLY HEADCANONS
mattheo & theodore, mattheo & blaise, cormac & zacharias, ravenclaw boys
GENERAL HEADCANONS
zacharias smith, anthony goldstein, cormac mclaggen
UPCOMING
the draft has been started
boggart reactions of slytherin, ravenclaw and hufflepuff boys
list of inbox requests ill get to oneday
here
THE WALKING DEAD
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WRITINGS
GENERAL HEADCANONS
chris manawa
POLY SCENARIOS
daryl and merle, bromigos
LIST OF CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR
RULES FOR REQUESTS
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waywardsummoner46 · 2 years ago
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Hiya!! I just started watching peaky blinders like a month ago and I can’t get enough of the family vibe the Shelby clan has going on 🥺 could I please request (only if you’re comfortable) for yandere platonic tommy Shelby with Finn’s s/o? Like, he’s a bit too invested in their relationship and would do almost anything to see them as Finn’s wife?
Thank you so much and you’re a fantastic writer!
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Pairing: Platonic!Yandere!Tommy Shelby x Reader, Finn x Reader
Word Count: 1386
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1926 was your year.
Independence was what you'd always dreamed of having been controlled and restricted by your parents even for the simplest of things like a lovely stroll around the neighbourhood once in a while. It got to a point that, once you'd turned eighteen earlier this year, you ran away and caught a train to somewhere new, somewhere magical.
There are many words to describe Birmingham... magical would never be one of them.
The industrial aspect was almost all of its aspects, along with bars and smoke; however, Birmingham was hiding something more dangerous you could ever imagine.
The Peaky Blinders.
Safe to say, if the rumours didn't caution you (they did that and beyond) the actual sight of them would have you shitting your pants. Something along those lines had happened to you - the lack of bowel control was, thankfully, absent.
Only a few weeks had passed since you ran away and you were thriving. You'd lied slightly about your age and had secured a job at The Garrison, despite knowing that the Peaky Blinders literally own it. The danger of the situation gave you a thrill and you genuinely don't know how you secured the job without it going past one of them first.
For you so far, it was an average day. The regulars came and wasted money on alcohol that would eventually render them completely incapacitated. Coin was spent, you enjoyed the odd drink and ignored the perverted stares of some of the older men. All in all, it was a pretty smooth day. Until...
Indistinguishable shouts came from just beyond the doors and you paused your cleaning of the bar. What was going on? People around you were tensing and pointedly not looking at the door. What was going on?
The doors crashed open and in came the most feared men in all of England: The Peaky Blinders. Seeing them was, simultaneously, overwhelming and underwhelming. They were just men but they had undoubtedly killed thousands of people - the leader especially, one Tommy Shelby. Cruel, cruel man that he was. And, oh God, you worked for him.
You literally worked for the Peaky Blinders. Were you a gang member? Do you have to kill someone? Would they kill you if you didn't? What would happen if-
A fist hitting the table broke you from your train of thought. You raised your head a bit too quickly to be natural and probably looked a bit frantic.
To your surprise, it was only a boy about your age. Quite a handsome one too. He looked happy, a residue joy of something. Your tension eased slightly. "How can I help?"
He didn't answer for a while, only gazing into your eyes. It took you a while to realise you were doing the same.
Both of you snapped out of whatever daze you were in at the same time and you cleared your throat out of nervousness.
"I haven't seen you before, are you new?" He asked, the Brummy accent catching you off guard even though you were evidently in Birmingham.
Smiling slightly, you looked back at him. "I moved here a few weeks ago. I'm (Y/N)." Sticking your hand out, he took it and heat flooded your cheeks when he pressed a light kiss to it.
"Finn. Finn Shelby."
  And thus, love was born.
  Whatever you were getting yourself into, you knew it was about to be one hell of a ride.
You both chatted away for seemingly hours after that; both oblivious to the icy blue eyes watching you both avidly from the corner booth.
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  Months had passed since you and Finn had first met. Now in a happy relationship, you felt like nothing could go wrong. Hell, you’d even ensured a half decent friendship with Tommy fucking Shelby! Something hardly anyone had ever managed to do.
  Although life was great and Finn’s family gradually became your own and vice versa, something about Tommy always made your brows furrow. There was a reason your friendship never ascended from half-decent. 
  He was so secretive, so observant and with such a glaringly obvious superiority complex.
  There was never a time when he didn’t look like he was plotting something.
  And it scared you.
  Especially after you’d caught wind that your parents were looking for you. Your family wasn’t necessarily a gang per se; they just had power and influence, a lot of it. It was this that motivated you to leave just as much as it was the suffocating rules. You’d gone from one lowly gang to England’s most dangerous, your luck was simply incredible.
  Finn made it better, though. He loved you unconditionally and you loved him to the same extent. His family was always so supportive, especially Tommy and you saw how Finn thrived off of their approval. Warm appreciation filled you when you heard their kind words.
  Together you’d all, you and The Shelby Clan, been off for a stroll, when a group of people rounded the far corner of the street. Initially, you thought nothing of it, passing them off as partaking in an activity similar to yours, but when you heard the shouts of your parents you knew now was the time to run.
  Grip tightening on Finn’s hand, you tried to pull him away without causing much of a spectacle but, of course, he and his entire family had noticed your distress and its cause. 
  “Finn, we need to go.”
  It was Tommy who answered, to your surprise. “We’re not leaving until they understand you aren’t going back. You’re a Shelby, (Y/N). We don’t abandon our own.”
  Stunned, you gaped and eventually gave him a shaky smile. He didn’t return it.
  Tommy and Arthur met your parents halfway. The four of them spoke quietly amongst themselves, to anyone who was passing by it looked like a friendly conversation. You were on edge at how smoothly it seemed to be going. Your parents were stubborn and would not tolerate any resistance, even from the feared Peaky Blinders.
  The oldest of the Shelby Family returned to your group, looking deceptively calm. Polly asked them what was said quietly and you noted how she tensed and glanced back at you and Finn.
  “What’s going on, Tommy?” Finn asked, breaking the tense silence.
  He looked at Finn with something akin to regret or... pity? Why was he so difficult to read? “Finn... (Y/N)’s parents won’t leave until they have her. Without starting a fight that we’re outnumbered in, there’s only one option I can think of to get them to leave.”
  Once it became clear he wasn’t going to elaborate without further demand, you spoke desperately. “Well? What is it? I’ll do anything.”
  He looked between you both and heaved a heavy sigh. 
  “The only option, then, would be... marriage.” Your jaw dropped but he continued, nonetheless. “You would be an official member of the Peaky Blinders and with that, if they attacked you or harmed you in any way, they’d have also attacked the Peaky Blinders and then it would be us against them.”
  His point was valid enough and you weren’t completely against it by any means. In fact... “I’ll do it. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now.” You turned to Finn and took both of his hands. “Finn, I love you with all my heart and I’d be honoured to be your wife if you’ll have me.”
  He chuckled and you were momentarily offended, thinking you’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. When he got down onto one knee, however, did you realise he’d been wanting this just as much as you.
  “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), my love, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Teary-eyed, you could do nothing apart from hug him tightly and kiss him hardly on the lips.
  “Yes, yes, a million times yes!”
  Unknown to you, your family had been tipped off to know you would be walking on that street that day. They didn’t know by who, no one did. 
  Unknown to you, the same man who had tipped them off had also given Finn the idea to propose today. 
  Unknown to you, Tommy Shelby now watched you two with a twisted sense of satisfaction and finally let the tension ease from his shoulders.
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yantalia545 · 10 months ago
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Can we get a part two for your motherly s/o? Except this time with the nations that have/had kid colonies. And the dynamic they have is a teamwork between a romantic yandere (Britain, France, Spain) and a platonic yandere(America, Canada, Romano).
They met when the chibi got lost and she helped them get back to their caretakers. But the chibi got attached to her so she decided to visit them when she has time. But as years go by both father and son are getting uncomfortably clingy towards her, her motherly nature filled in the absence left by the father and her concerned and nurturing nature for the adults made some days easier for them that they can't help but fall in love with her. It reached to the point where they really believed that she is their mother/wife and scared away anyone who dare tried to take her away from them. Even when the chibi grew up and is independent, he still supports his former caretaker.
"She's my/his wife, she just doesn't know it yet"
This one made my head spin @~@. So many ways to go about this.
May need to make a husband vs husband post after this. What do you guys think?
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England:
England is a bit of a hardhead and a little hard to get along with at first, but he'll come along and appreciate your efforts eventually.
For a little while, when you first started coming around with America, he was a little jealous of you. England has never taken care of anyone before, but you seem to be able to do it with ease. He most likely will throw you out the first handful of times you come around just because he won't admit that he doesn't exactly know what he's doing and needs help. Only after America throws constant tantrums for you to come back will England finally put his ego to the side and call you back.
England is used to others being cocky and even very passive-aggressive around him, so when you first walked in the door and you gave him a long hug, he was very caught off guard. He even treated you horribly. Why are earth are you wing so kind to him?
America on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier to finally see you around again. He had someone else who would play with him. If you can keep up with him too, all the better.
Fairly quickly after that whole endeavor, America grew close to you. England was a very busy man and had lots of things that needed his constant attention. It was nice to have you around to fill in when England couldn’t be around. Not to mention, you were a little more easy-going than him too. America just felt more at ease when you were around. England wasn’t yelling at him as much. You made England softer and kinder towards him.
It was nice. To England, it was almost like you were married. Like a family. That world never failed to flutter England; family. You guys were a family. A real family. Finally, just like he’s always wanted. Unlike his nasty brothers that were always so rude to him. He had you; the glue to it all.
As America become older and started fights over independence, things began to grow tense. England was terrified of the feeling that his perfect family was beginning to fall apart. What was worse, you supported it. You tired to argue that America was grown now but England was too stubborn to let his family go.
England fought tooth and nail to preserver his family, but in the end, America still managed to get away from him and gain his freedom. That’s when things took a turn for the worse for you.
You betrayed him. You supported America leaving and because of your help, America managed to break away from him and gain his independence. You may be America’s mother, but you’re still his wife. You’re supposed to support him above all others.
You will be punished for this and England will be very snappy but also clingy to you for a while. Don’t hold it against him though, it was all your fault for breaking apart his family.
At one point, America will try to step in between the two of you out of concern. England has shown some dark sides of hisself thought out their time in war and was afraid for you safety. Knowing England for many years himself, America just knows that England is up to some terrible things when it involves you. Especially when he’s well aware of England’s affections for you.
The two will most likely fight often over you. Bickering in meetings especially.
“Why isn’t (y/n) allowed to come meetings anymore!?”
“Has anyone else been able to contact (y/n) yet?! Or is she just yours!”
These are all true, you haven’t been present in meetings in years and anytime someone tried to contact you, England will throw a fit and forbid you from responding to them. They’ll poison your mind and take you away from him. England’s already lost his brothers and son, he won’t lose his wife too.
The dynamic between these two is serious competition. Your son, America, will do anything he can to protect you while your husband, England, will do whatever it takes to keep what’s left of his family with him.
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France:
France already had a good handle on being a good parent. Not to mention that Canada is a much easier child to handle than America is. However, France is still over the fence at the thought of you wanting to join his family.
With you around, his family is complete just like France has always wanted. Countries can produce children like regular humans can, so this was the best next thing. He, like England, has been dreaming for this moment. A family to call their own.
France will often brag about how wonderful his family is now that you're here. Especially to England just to rub in his face. France just couldn't be happier with you here. No one is going to take this euphoric feeling away from him.
You thought he was just being funny, but to France, he was serious. Ever since...you know who, he's dreamed of having a wife and a family to call his own, as I've mentioned before.
You'd go along with the joke, thinking that he was just being France. That was until France began to invest in your relationship.
It started off small and you ignored or played into them for Canada. Holding Canada's hand together, singing the little nation to sleep. Even cooking together was all things that you were doing for Canada's sake, not his. You didn't mind if they helped France out too . You wanted to lighten his burden as a caretaker. That was until things started to get a little too uncomfortable for you.
France had tried to kiss you on his way out the door. Luckily, he only managed to kiss your cheek when you turned away from him. You didn't wish to alarm Canada as you knew he was a nervous nelly, so you knew you'd have a discussion with France when Canada was asleep tonight.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. You should have just run. Called England up to watch Canada and ran that day, because when France came home that night, it would be already too late.
He was having a secret meeting with your bosses today. Well, it wasn't intended to be a dirty secret. It was meant to be a surpise. France had decided a long time ago that he was going to marry you. Today was the day he'd finally put it all into place.
With a smile on his face and the most beautiful ring he could find, France practically skipped home that day. Excited to ask you the big question. France was a little worried about you avoiding his kiss that morning, but he pushed it to the side as just morning brain. If just a kiss can get you so nervous just wait until he tells you the big news.
When you rejected his proposal, he was shocked. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you lived here? To join his family?
No. No. No. No. NO! He won't have it. You do love him! France knows you do. You're just nervous and confused but don't worry, France will be a good fiance and husband and take care of you every step of the way. It's not like you can really say no when your boss already signed the papers.
Canada will be confused as he suddenly sees you less and less. Where did you go? What does France mean by needing to "heal" you? Are you sick? While France has his hands full with conditioning you he won't have a lot of time to spend with Canada. Being that he doesn't receive attention from others, this will impact Canada greatly. He'll start to cling to you more when you are allowed out. Unknowingly pushing the idea that your defiance is only hurting the family.
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Spain:
Little Romano is quite the handful, so when you came around to offer your help Spain was more than happy to accept. If only Romano would behave himself and not catcall you.
What is he to do about that boy. :')
To Spain's surprise, he does see Romano settling down at some point during your visit. Romano just can't act tough forever. Not when you're pampering him like no other. Spain almost couldn't believe it when he saw Romano curled up against your side while you slowly pat his head. Careful not to touch his precious curl. Your voice was so beautiful as you sang a soft tune from your homeland. Romano was blissfully listening with a soft smile; Nealy asleep.
That day, you looked so heavenly in Spain's eyes. Like a goddess who tamed a wild beast. He almost couldn't believe that this wouldn't last forever. You would have to go home eventually as you were only a visitor.
If only there was a way you three could stay like this forever.
After that, Spain made sure to invite you over all the time. With the help of a fussy Romano who just wouldn't calm down until he saw you again, you spend an enormous amount of time at Spain's house. Much to their delight.
Whenever you were around, Spain could delve into his fantasy about being a happy family and Romano could have something that his stupid younger brother can never take away from him.
Despite Romano's hard exterior, he really is just a scared little child who was hurt by the abandonment of Rome and the overshadowing of his preppier brother, Italy. All he ever wanted was to feel seen and wanted. You were perfect.
You never once compared him to Italy or picked on him. You were always so calm and gentle but knew just how to put him back in his place. (You are quite terrifying when tempered). For that, Romano holds a lot of respect for you that carries on into his adulthood. He most definitely sees you like a mom. His mom. Not his brothers; Just his.
Spain is more than happy to use Romano's perspective of you to his advantage. If Romano sees you as his mom, then that must mean that you're also his wife. The three of you are a little, happy family.
Being a loving country, it doesn't really take Spain too long to propose to you. He was just so certain that you were dying to say yes. When you mention that you only see Spain as a friend and that you were only looking to help with Romano it shatters him. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you come around so often?
Spain takes your rejection very harshly. His mind just won't stop spinning with all these nagging questions and insecurities. Could you be seeing someone else? Taking care of another person's child?
This won't hold well for you. Spain most likely will be taken over by his rolling thoughts and lock you in his basement until you reconsider. He doesn't want to scare Romano, so he'll tell him lies about you and that this is all normal between couples. Romano will be too young to understand that what Spain is doing is really wrong. Besides, he does want you you stay with him too. Romano can't risk losing his mom.
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headingalaxys-spicy · 10 months ago
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America's Master List
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The First of the new Master Lists for 2024! It still needs to have all of the newest works but some of them are on here already! Thanks for reading! There are so many of there crazy things their might be multiple for America XD jebus. But this is for you, like me, Alfred F. Jones simps, who need their content.
America and England with an S/O (Human AU)
Cardverse Senario
Cardverse Scenario: White Queen Taken from a Different Kingdom
Yandere America Cardverse
Yandere Demon America Headcannons
Demon Games: America
Spicy Yandere! Demon America  
Yandere Demon America w/Strong Escapee S/O 
Yandere Demon America with a Priestess S/O 
Yandere Demon America w/ a Yandere S/O 
Demon America w/ S/O that won his Bloody Money Game 
Demon America w/ Jealous S/O  
Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins  
Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins pt.2 (Spicy) 
Yandere Demon America w/ S/O who has awful parents  
Yandere Demon America w/ Demon Princess  
Yandere America x Reader (That has traits similar to Francis)  X Yandere France 
Yandere America with a Metal Head Darling with a Guitar
Yandere Mob Boss America 
Yandere Spain, Germany, America, North and South Italy with a wife who just found out that they're a mob boss
Yandere Demon America, England, Russia w/Ghost Reader  
Yandere Demon America w/ Smart human 
Yandere Demon America w/ Yandere Demoness S/O that captures him  
Yandere Demon America w/ Ancient Monster Darling 
Yandere Demon America w/ Angel Darling  
Birthday Drabble Demon America Club 27  
Yandere Demon America w/Dark Witch Darling 
Yandere Demon America: Family life with S/O
Yandere Demon America vs Demon Canada that love the same S/O 
Yandere Demon America & Russia w/ Supernatural Hunter Reader  
Yandere Demon America w/ Witch Darling pt.2  
Yandere Demon America x Right Hand Demon Darling  
Yandere America X Male Reader X Russia Captive  
Yandere Demon America x Dumbass reader 
Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping  
Yandere Demon America x Dark Witch Darling p.3  
Yandere Demon America vs Demon Russia  
Yandere Demon America with Chaos Lord p.2
Yandere Demon Germany & Russia with a Chaos lord 
(I'm sure you're tired as hell from seeing the word 'Yandere' aren't you? America vs Russia as demons 
Yandere Demon America X Doomguy reader 
Yandere Demon America with a Succubus reader 
Yandere Demon America x Chaos Lord 
Yandere Demon America with an escapee human 
Demon America w/ Pervy Sage like S/O  
Yandere Demon America with a Heathen Goddess darling 
Yandere demon America with a Nephilim Darling 
Yandere Demon America and Japan with an Oni darling 
Demon King America with an experimental dragon darling 
Yandere America with Platonic Yandere Demonness 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader : Someone tries to assassinate you 
Yandere Demon America with a Half Human / Half Demon Darling 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right-Hand Woman p.2 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right Hand Woman P.3
Demon America with a Fem! S/O and a box of Chocolate
Yandere! Angel America & Germany in Luv with a demon 
America X Reader X Britain p.1  
America x Reader X Britain p.2 
America X Reader X Britain p.3 America Ending 
America x Reader X Britain p.4 England Ending  
Epilogue w/America  
Yandere Alpha 2p! America Headcannons 
Yandere America rejecting his Omega S/O only to realize that he misses them
What dog breeds that the Allies and the Axis are in the Omegaverse
Omega America Headcannons 
Yandere Alpha America and Germany w/ a darling that committed suicide 
Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling 
Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling p.2
Omega America tormenting his darling 
Differences between Yandere Alpha America and Yandere Omega America
The Emperor for Evil America 
The Sun, The Devil, Temperance, & Tower America, France, Romano, Spain, & Russia 
The World and High Priestess with the Allies 
Justice and the Devil 2p America
Club-27 pt. 2
The Longer Series (Or Lore within the stuff I write) I'm trying to work on: The Golden Nightingale, Peacekeepers (Omegaverse) and possibly Mating Season (Demon AU however that's likely to be more headcanons than storytelling)
Golden Nightingale Intro
Chapter 1: Tourmaline Daydream
Chapter 2: The Chaos
Mating Season
Yandere Demon Kings Lands 
Just more ramblings about how the Omegaverse AU is written 
Explanations on how you’re categorized in the Omegaverse 
Omega America on suppressants 
When two Alpha’s fight over an Omega 
How the capturing process works in the Omegaverse 
The successful Omega Rebellion hypothetical
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lovewithkarma · 7 months ago
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Hello there I am meli and I am an fan fanfic writer :3
I mainly attend to write for yandere
I have read Storm bringer but I will only write for the flags (Pianoman, iceman, albatross, doc, Lippmann)
Platonic yanderes are appreciated
I also can write for karma (I can do something romantic for him because lots of people here are around his age BUT absolutely nothing sexual with him) (same thing goes for rokuzo)
Flags requests are prioritize
characters who I write for..
BUNGO STRAY DOG
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Poe
Ranpo
Mushitarō
yokomizo
Karma
Rokuzo
Atsushi
John
Iceman
Albatross
Lippmann
Doc
Pianoman
HETALIA
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ALLIES AND AXIS
America
China
France
Russia
Canada
England
Japan
Germany
N. Italy
switerland
liechtenstein
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Things are are allowed:
Romantic and platonic yanderes
Sfw yandere for minors
Chubby readers
Angst (for both sides/for the character or reader)
Forbidden love
fluff, angst, fluff to angst or angst to fluff
Asking for an Disabled reader
Au's
Things I won't do
NSFW on minors or NSFW in general
hybrid of anything
Pregnancy (very few I would accept, like if reader had a kid before or (p yandere) reader is a teen mom. VERY few
Writing for verlaine and rimbaud or mori
For hetalia, all you do is have to ask if I write for (character) but I mostly do axis and allies
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Yandere alphabet rules.
Your allowed to request the whole alphabet but it would just take longer.
If you request the whole alphabet with 2 characters in the same ask it would take me even longer.
Req: 38
Drafts : 17
You want to see all of my flags writing, there is a tag called "♡flags"
Or "Meli faves" but it's currently empty
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my name is Meli, I'm over 18 (21) and I am writer.
My timezone is Pacific stranded time, I live in LA
You can request as many characters but know it would take longer. I actually new to writing and the hetalia fandom so please be nice.
I have a spelling problem (dyslexia) so if any of my moots wants to beta read, I'm fine with it!! Also since I'm newer to writing, if you want to tell me in dms that one of my works is ooc could you please help me.
I take usually a normal amount of time for requests but I work on it faster if your one of my Moots.
I could also just write a request just for you. I'll just send it on dms.
I'm not exactly comfortable with writing NSFW.
I'm ALWAYS ready to make more Moots. Just send me a DM and I'll follow you back as soon as possible.
My favorite hetalia characters are : japan, switzerland, Liechtenstein.
My favorite bsd characters are: doc, John, kyouka
Request are OPEN
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shini--chan · 9 months ago
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how much is in ur ask box rn??🤔 and drafts? seperate. sorry if its a weird question im just curious
As of now, it is:
170 asks
5 drafts:
Yandere England story that I have started with WWII London as the setting featuring a timetraveling reader from this day and age. The yandere part is platonic.
Yandere Rome (has been hanging around the WIP folder for years)
Yandere Zeke (still just on paper, have to transfer it to digital format)
Mini sequel to Yandere Canada - Canting
The first chapter to a Yandere Levi story. The prologe is already up on Ao3
This all disregarding my other account, where I post non-yandere stuff and has a lot more drafts
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midnightlee25 · 1 year ago
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Yandere Hetalia Masterlist
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Main Masterlist
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NONE YET  
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2P France
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NONE YET
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Belarus (NYO)
Canada (Matthew Williams)
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France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)
North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)
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Their darling confronting them about what they've done - France, England, America, Canada
Finding out their darling has an identical twin - North Italy/Feliciano Vargas
having a darling that’s having more than one baby - Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him
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Character headcanons: Nyo England
Having a virgin darling - France/Francis Bonnefoy
Who is the easiest and hardest yanderes to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces
Most dangerous to least dangerous to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces
Platonic vs Romantic: Belgium
Most delusional to least delusional - Central Europe
Yanderes and their love languages - Axis Powers & Allied Forces
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NONE YET
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NONE YET
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Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling
Random Yandere Headcanons: What makes yandere Germany so dangerous?
Yandere Reactions: Hetalia Girls with a small Island nation darling who feels insignificant and useless
Random Yandere Headcanons: 1P & 2P Italy with a shy darling
Yandere Reaction: England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him
Yandere Reactions: Allies & Axis With a darling who had a cryptic pregnancy
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obsessivelyloved · 6 months ago
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I've read a bunch of your stuff for a while now, and it only just occurred to me that you don't really write for the Yan who attack their affection. I mean, yeah they get "punished" but not actually killed or maimed. That's not a bad thing! I just noticed cause I write Yan totally different and its p cool!
Like, I write them as a horror trope. All the obsessiveness building, a desire to take and control, to dissect the target socially or mentally or even physically, so the Yan knows them inside and out, and no one else can know them the same way. And if that hurts the target, then that doesn't matter.
Meanwhile, you write it more as a romantic or overprotective thing. "The world is bad, and I'll keep you away from it", where its more delusional(? Sorry, I don't know a nicer word for it) than straight up possessive.
I don't mean anything bad by this. Honestly, I think it's super cool! A base concept being two entirely separate subgenres(?) based on interpretation is just awesome, imo! And I'm not trying to say the two styles are exclusive, either! Just a sliding spectrum type deal.
I love your work, and would love to hear your thoughts! Like, do you intentionally stick to Possessive and/or Protective, or is it something you don't even think about? What inspires you? What's your go to trope when thinking about a new au/Yan?
I hope this isn't too much of a bother! Honestly, it's not even really a question, more of just an observation/admiration.
It's not a bother at all! This was honestly fun to receive as no one's ever asked me questions like this. I'm so sorry I got so rambly and excited that I'm gonna have to put this under a read more 😭
I do intentionally stick to the whole Possessive/Protective/Delusionall way of writing for my fics! Growing up, nearly all the yandere fics I could get my hands on and read were violent. I loved reading yandere stuff but so much of it had me baffled and wondering if the yandere even loved their love interest. A lot of it was yanderes hurting and berating their love interest. I just could not wrap my head around the why when I was younger, especially since I was facing abuse at home. My reasoning when I was a pre-teen was a yandere was supposed to be insanely in love with a person, why behead them? (Actual fic I read on devientart)
You can probably tell on my blog since I do this now still, but I bounced a lot between platonic yandere and romantic yandere. Some of my platonic works float around somewhere (I wrote platonic yandere father England to America for Hetalia at some point LMAO) but not much of my old stuff is in my docs. My dad would go through my shit every once and a while and so I was so paranoid with my writings that a lot of stuff is just sitting in one google docs of an email that I can't quite remember.
That was quite long-winded but it's just my go-to. It started out as intentionally writing stuff this way and now I hardly ever think about it. I'm not sure how easy this is to tell from my blog, but I've been suffering from depression for years. I get periods where I feel so energized and alive and ready to write that I spam this or my other blogs with writing. Most of my inspiration comes from those periods, when I receive asks and am actually in the headspace to get the picture out of my brain.
Half the time though, I get the inspiration from stuff I read or watch! And I'm not sure if this counts as a trope, but quite a bit starts as a platonic yandere thing. I think of Tord mainly, being overprotective over a child, and then once I get that out of my system the au shifts. The Android Tord au actually started that way before I shifted to Tord focusing on the other 3! The platonic thing also started when I was young, again from the abuse I was facing at home.
If that doesn't count as a trope, then I suppose robots/unhuman entities! I have quite a few aus like that on here haha. I just love the concept and use it a lot for different aus/scenarios. A concept I've kept in my brain for a long, LONG time is of Zombie Tord taking care of a small child alongside a robot version of himself that he built. Bits and pieces exist in my docs but I've never really written anything coherently lol.
Wait now that you've got me going!!! HOMESTUCK!! I have this bigass au that's remained in my brain off any docs or paper for YEARS! I've tried writing it in a way to post but I've just never gotten very far since there's so much lore and detail that I need for people to understand but get too overwhelmed. A loooot of stuff starts from that au and branches off into whatever single entity I wrangle it into.
Aside from that, I also just don't bother posting anything from it because man people do not like anything that isn't an x reader or even a reader insert. A lot of my stuff flops hard because it's not x reader-based. Whole other can of worms that I won't get into though!
Thank you so much for sending this! This was so surprising and pleasant to receive!
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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 2 years ago
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Hello! I was wondering if we could get some platonic yandere headcannons for Sweden and another Nordic of your choosing. Thank you! Don’t feel pressured to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable!
Nah, this doesn’t make me uncomfortable. This is fun for me!
Sweden: Bernard’s silver tongue and parental levels of patience perfectly describe his style. It’s almost like a snake hidden in a garden, except unlike those ground crawlers, he’s not afraid to bask in your light.
He’ll start like England by slithering his way into your life, though his methodology depends on how you met. If you were a tourist, whether it’s his home or another’s, then Bernard is going to play the part of a helpful guide. Going as far as skipping meetings to not only gain information but to solidify your new friendship. If through a random encounter or political event, he’ll use his connections to find a way to attach himself to you.
Once he has stabilized the attachment by becoming a regular part of your life, then the coils tighten. It’s as slow as the Overton window when it comes to isolating you from friends before moving to family. Friends are usually just threatened and made uncomfortable, but should they attempt to remove you from him, then death is in their future.
As a family man, he’s a little more cautious when dividing you from them. If he acts too quickly or harshly it will be easier for you to pick up on, so he relies on turning them against you instead. Carefully he’ll slip in small details about all sides that cause them to fight like starving dogs. When you wince from the feel of their verbal teeth, he’ll be there to tend to the wound. Cooing about how they just don’t seem to care, that maybe he could be a better family than they.
By the time you realize all that he’s done, it’s too late. The amount of guilt you feel for ignoring the damage is what he uses to keep you trapped at his side.
Don’t worry though, he’ll treat you as if you were one of his children.
Denmark: Markell’s view of you is that of one being able to see their favorite character in reality. There is no love, but a desire to become involved in who they are.
Unlike some of the others, Markell doesn’t get involved right away. He’s content with watching and learning about your life, treating each session like it’s the latest episode of his new favorite show. Noting important events and wondering how you can make some mundane things seem so fascinating.
Until you twist your story. Suddenly you’ve picked a lover that he assumes is a heart-destroying douchebag or receive a job offer that takes you from him.
Now, he feels the need to become the author of your life. It starts with subtle, random notes of warning against everything that he hates about your story. If you chose to ignore them then he ups the ante by having his men turn into background characters. They push you in the direction of his choosing.
Any attempts to escape his artistic direction are met with not only imprisonment but the finality of meeting your biggest fan. During that terrifying confrontation, you’ll learn that not only is your agency forfeited but that he’s decided to make himself into a reoccurring character. If you’re smart you’ll let him be a friend that you rely on, spend time with, and let influence your biggest decisions. If not, then he’ll be the villain and do everything in his power to get you to yield.
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princessanonymous · 7 months ago
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omg i just read your vampire story and it’s sooo good😩😩 i had to rewatch interview with a vampire after i read that masterpiece. i do wonder though, what happens to them in the modern age? do they still live in the mansion? do they relocate? does the reader have more permission to go outside? thank youuu <3333
𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 (Ask)
When Night Comes asks Platonic Yandere Vampire Story Chapter list
So sorry for taking so long!! I was busy with life and when I finally found the time to sit down and write it down, I didn't have the proper time to correct it bcuz of exams... I have one tomorrow but I really just wanted to finally post this. Another ask is probably coming soon but i can't really promise anything since i have a physics exam followed by one in chemistry 3 days later and one in math coming soon too. Life really isn't on my side now!
Still, here it is!
(Also some of yall might have noticed but I like putting these answers into little situation instead of telling it outright. Hope yall dont mind)
(+ This takes place during the cold war. I found it to be fitting.)
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“I can’t believe I accepted to stay in this dreadful place,” muttered her father as they walked into the new house they had bought. “This house is too small.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” quipped her dad while shaking his head, “this is what mortal Americans settle with. And they do it quite easily; this is the biggest house in the neighborhood.”
“That is the problem,” groaned her father while they walked through the already furnished house. It was a good thing her parents had paid people to do this tedious task. “We have never lived in a neighborhood before. There is no space! We don’t even have our own forest!”
“You agreed to let the little one choose our next home,” he reminded the other with a sigh. “That is her choice.”
The blond frown in distaste and looked around the living room. “Well I didn’t expect her to choose such a mediocre manor. This is utterly ridiculous.” He pinched the bridge of his noise in annoyance and exasperation as he settled in one of the satin armchairs in the room.
The girl puffed her cheeks, vexed by these words. Yes, it was true the house was smaller than the three other homes they had inhabited in America, it was definitely something she would need to get used to, but that didn’t make it less fun. Ever since they had left their motherland for the new world due to the constant attacks and bombings during the war, her existence had been filled with a neverending kaleidoscope of information and new things to see. America was nothing like England: everything was bigger and people acted so differently. 
She had indeed chosen this manor in Pennsylvania for a reason. It was gloomy and often cloudy there, just like they all preferred it. Additionally, while it was not the size her father was used to, she knew it was big enough for him to not outright refuse her request; they wouldn’t remain here very long though, but she could accept that. 
Most importantly… neighborhoods were filled with other children, and that was really the only thing that really mattered to her. The idea of interacting with others, even if they were mortals, made her giddy. If her father knew the real reason for her insistence on this estate, the girl knew he would refuse instantly, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him – or (Y/n).
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It took a week before she finally was able to meet people. The day was gloomy and clouds were in the sky, indicating incoming rain. Two boys passed by the house as she was swinging on the swing her parents had ordered installed for her. She watched as they came and went multiple times, playing with their blue ball and almost cackled in glee when one of the boys, the younger one, a boy with red messy hairs and freckles, who looked to be nine years old, threw the ball too far away and it landed close to her. She stood from her swing quickly to pick up the ball and stood–
“Careful!” warned the older, a boy with dark skin and brown eyes, who only looked slightly older than she did. The girl suspected he might be thirteen or fourteen.
It was too late, because not even a second later, she felt the seat of the swing collide with her back and she fell on the floor. The two boys ran to her; the youngest holding the swing as the older one helped her stand up. She winced, hoping her father hadn’t heard the commotion; she knew he would be mad if learned she was interacting with mortals. She didn’t want to be confined to her room for a year like he had done before.
The girl shuddered at the memory. Maybe trying this wasn’t a good idea; if he found out, he would surely do worse, he had promised it last time. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to remain confined again.
She hated how cold and lonely and empty her room felt when it was the only thing she saw for months, she–
“You alright there?” Asked the oldest with his brows furrowed, unaware of the fact that he had snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.
She nodded, still dazed and gave them their ball. They thanked her and the other mortal asked, “Are you living here? Nobody’s seen the new inhabitants yet. Mom says it’s impolite to not even greet anybody after moving in. Mom said only communists would do such an impolite thing.”
(Y/n) squirmed, embarrassed by these words. She didn’t know anything about neighborly etiquette. Should she have researched the subject before? She doubted her father was informed on that matter, but perhaps her dad knew more; he had always been more aware of mortal things than they were. 
The older glared at the youngest and lightly slapped the back of his head. “Rem, you can't just say that!”
“You heard her say it too!” Protested the redhead in outrage, ready to defend his statement.
The older one sighed and shook his head before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Excuse my step-brother, Jeremy; he doesn’t know what he’s saying. I’m Kenneth. We live just across from here.”
A smile graced her features again. "My name is (Y/n)," she introduced herself with a graceful tilt of her head, her voice carrying a controlled and melodic cadence, "how do you do? I live here with my fathers." She had to make a good impression.
Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “You have an accent,” he noted in fascination. “Where are you from? You're not a communist, are you? Mom said we can't speak to those.”
(Y/n) sensed some mistrust coming from him, and she quickly used her empath abilities to soothe him before his words registered in her mind. (Y/n)'s expression faltered for a moment, a hint of confusion clouding her features before she shook her head lightly. “I don’t have an accent,” she denied while pointing at him, “You do have an American accent though.”
The redhead shook his head in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of defiance. “Americans don’t have accents, silly,” he retorted with a grin, his eyes alight with amusement.
But (Y/n) wasn't about to let the matter go so easily. She protested adamantly, insisting that she could clearly hear the distinct nuances in his speech. Back and forth they bantered, neither willing to concede their stance on the matter  before eventually realizing they wouldn’t agree on that matter. 
"But where are you from?" he asked, his tone gentle yet insistent, "You're not from here, are you?"
She shook her head. "No, I was born in England,” she revealed, her voice carrying a faint trace of longing for her homeland. She still missed England dearly. She knew vampires typically never spent more than a century in the same country, but she had still been devastated when her parents had decided to leave; even more when they sailed to a different continent altogether. 
Jeremy looked starstruck, their small innocuous disagreement already far behind in his mind, thanks to her abilities. "Really? Did you ever meet the queen?" he asked eagerly, his imagination already running wild with visions of royal encounters and grand palaces. 
She giggled at that, then tilted her head, contemplating the question. After a brief moment of contemplation, she realized that he was likely referring to Queen Elizabeth II, rather than Queen Victoria. "No, never," she replied with a casual shrug, noting the slight disappointment that flickered across Jeremy's face at her response.
"Hey, wanna join us tomorrow at two o'clock? We'll be down this street with all the neighborhood kids. Probably going to play Hide-and-seek.”
(Y/n) smiled warmly at the invitation, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of joining in with the neighborhood kids. "Sure, I'd love to!" she replied eagerly, the thought of meeting new mortals outweighing any concerns she might have had about the unfamiliar game they mentioned.
Although she had never heard of Hide-and-seek before, (Y/n) was undeterred. As she agreed to meet them the following day at two o'clock, her mind was already buzzing with anticipation. (Y/n) knew she would have to find a way to sneak out without her fathers noticing, but she was determined not to let that stop her from joining in on the fun. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began plotting a way to sneak out, confident that she could pull it off.
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alfredosauce50 · 1 year ago
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This isn't a request but I'm just recalling your platonic yandere hetalia headcanons and this thought has been on my mind for so long now. I can't get over the idea of the chaos that would ensue if even more characters other than France,England,America,Russia, China grew attached to the reader. Imagine what could happen if Germany, Italy, and Japan grew attached to the reader. Alfred loses it because he keeps getting more people trying to "steal" his younger sibling lmao
Absolutely. I mean, I’d imagine international relations to be a lot more complicated, but that’s the gist!
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yanxidarlings · 1 year ago
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HETALIA MASTERLIST
general headcanons
◯ turkey / sadik adnan
◯ prussia / gilbert beilschmidt
◯ america / alfred f jones
◯ finland / tino väinämöinen
◯ ukraine / irina chernenko
◯ romano / lovino vargas
◯ australia / jett kirkland
platonic/romantic headcanons
◯ platonic england
◯ platonic nordics
individual headcanons
◯ shy with america
◯ superhero-esque with america
◯ platonic yandere with america
◯ daydreams with america
◯ uncivilised with england
◯ victorian poc with england
◯ childhood friend with hong kong
group headcanons
◯ heartbroken with the axis
◯ disappointed with the axis
◯ anxious with the axis
◯ unhappily married with the allies
◯ aroace with the allies
◯ lesbian with the allies
◯ refusing to eat with the allies
◯ insecure with the nordics
◯ sickly with the italy brothers
◯ pugnacious with the german brothers
◯ psychopath with eng-ita-ame
◯ androphobia with eng-spa-can
◯ otome with ger-eng-ame
◯ bosses relative with ger-eng-ame
◯ sociable with ger-eng-rus
◯ sharing with ger-eng-pru
◯ lovestruck with ger-swe-spa
◯ reciprocated yandere with rus-ame
◯ rejected proposal with rus-ger
yandere vs yandere
◯ austria vs switzerland
◯ ukraine vs belarus
◯ hungary vs romania
◯ england vs romania
◯ russia vs germany
◯ america vs russia
◯ america vs germany (p2, p3)
◯ norway vs iceland
◯ hong kong vs south korea
◯ greece vs turkey vs egypt
yandere alphabet
◯ D,M,Z with america
◯ F,H,I with america
◯ C,D,H with prussia
◯ D,A,Y with australia
◯ J,Q,U with the baltics
◯ D,W,Z with ame-can-fra
◯ X,S with eng-ger-rus
◯ F,L,M with eng-pru
◯ B,J,T with rus-ame
◯ E,K,R with ice-jap
◯ A,P,Y with hk-tai-mac
yandere discussion
◯ unrequited yandere
◯ warmonger
◯ fake broken
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