#yandere 2p england x reader

[shini--chan]

May I request 2p allies making their s/o mute as a punishment for trying to run for help.

⚫〰️⚫ Thank you

Alright, as the ask indicates, it is not a never family friendly post that awaits you up ahead. Excluding 2p Canada this time, since I had difficulty coming up with another form of mutness other than those described via the other characters.

This came out later than planned due to time management issues on behalf of the author. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: body horror, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mutilation, misuse of medical procedures, drugging, malnutrition, dark magic

Yandere 2p! Allies - Silence is Gold

America

Allen would loathe to admit it, but he had come to like you when you were quiet. Aside from that, you looked so cute with your neck bandaged up. And those glares and petulant expressions you made! Oh, if he had known how agreeable you’d become after losing your voice, he would have done this far sooner. 

That being said, it had been an accident - he hadn’t wanted to punch you in the throat, but you just had to jump in the way, when he was busy teaching that bastard a lesson. Therefore, he had had no choice but to cut open your throat to ensure you could continue breathing. 

When you leaned down to take his plate, you purposely bumped his shoulder. Yes, you were still very upset with him about what had happened. However, the feeling was mutual. He slapped your arse when you straightened up again. 

It caused you to perform a little jump and then glare at him. 

“If I had known that you’d look so sexy with something around your neck, I would have bought you a set of chokers long ago, dollface. Don’t worry though - you look good with the bloodstained gauze as well”, he slyly complimented you. Oh, how it infuriated you. 

You had tried to talk a few times these past days, causing the wound on your neck to reopen and weep plasma and blood everytime you did. As it was, you were lucky that you had gotten antibiotics, or else Allen would have been far stricter with you. 

Petty as you could be, turned your back on him and flipped the bird as you marched back to the kitchen. At this, Allen could prevent himself from laughing. 

Allen actually wouldn’t want to rob you of your voice, since half the fun in having you is that you talk back. However, he would discover the benefits of muting you after he would have to do it in some shape of form. Once doing so, he would find this experience refreshing and seek to replicate it multiple times in the future. Here, you would really be in danger of losing your voice permanently if you aren’t able to curb his … preferences. 

The problem here is that he would find your muteness and the injuries connected to it to be unbelievably arousing. In ways, your life would biome harder than it already is thanks to that.

China

Could you really be blamed for panicking in a situation such as this? The rush of hysteria made the binds tying you down to the table seem even tighter than they were, and you felt like you were suffocating, no matter how fast you breathed. The air was too hot and your clothes too scratchy, with the latter made all the worse by the fact that you were coated in grim and your own dried sweat.

To your left, you heard Zao approach you. Since your head was fastened to the table, you only could see him once he appeared in your periphery. There was a horrid grin on his face, that stood in complete juxtaposition to what he said.

"My heart, this is really something I don't want to do, but you leave me with no choice."

You wanted to retort, but thought better of it just in the nick of time. He had a brown glass bottle at hand, and you didn't like all the warning labels on it, nor how close it was to your mouth. 

"But give in and swallow, I promise to help you with your recovery if you comply", he told you in a sickly sweet tone as if he was talking to a child. As much as you wanted to shake your head, you couldn't. By now, you were trembling. 

Two fingers pinched your nose firmly. After a few seconds, you started to become lightheaded and you heard and felt your blood pounding. Opening your mouth wouldn't be an option, since the bottle would immediately be emptied into your mouth if you did that. So instead, you opened the corner of your mouth and tried to breathe as discreetly as possible. 

To no avail. The fingers that were on your nose went for your mouth and pried your lips apart. As valiantly as you struggled, the bottle still went in. The fluid caused your throat to burn, and when you accidentally breathed some of it, you let out a hapless scream of pain. 

His method of muting you would be more permanent - rendering your vocal cords and throat useless by forcing you to drink acid or poison. This would either be the response to a multitude of transgressions, or him being particularly ticked off by an escape.

A side effect of this would be that you would be unable to swallow food or drink. But he would be there to help you, either by feeding you through a tube, an IV or by supplying you through your back door (i.e your rectum). This would serve as an extension of the original punishment. Additionally, you would be helpless and reliant on him. 

England

When you finally woke up, you felt groggy and heavy, each of your limbs made of lead and your mouth full of cotton. Sleep drunk, you opened your eyes and eased yourself to a more upright position. 

Not that it was more comfortable - there were kinks and knots in your back that only a professional massage could relieve you from. Why the hell had you fallen asleep here of all places? You were seated in an old dentist car, the once royal red faded. The contraption creaked ominously whenever you moved.

This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. The twilight of the room you were in didn't help.

Your mouth felt dry and slightly numb, and your lips subsequently cracked. You parted your lips and wanted to run your tongue over the dried skin only to discover that you didn't have a tongue anymore. 

Cold shock made you bolt upright and all at once, the world shifted into sharp clarity. Once again, you tried to stretch your tongue out only for nothing to move, not a stump. That was when you started to panic.

Lungs heaved as you tried to explain the situation to yourself. There was absolutely no pain, you weren't feeling weak. The taste of blood was absent, and the bitter sting of iodine or saline solution wasn't present either. 

In your panic, you opened your mouth and stuck your fingers inside to feel for your tongue. It had been completely removed down to the root. There wasn't even puckered skin where the muscle would have begun. Tears started to leak from your eyes and you tried to force a few miserable sounds out of your mouth. 

"Now, now don't engage in self-pity. You did bring this on yourself, my rose bud."

The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you halted your frantic movement. Despite the dim lighting of the underground room, you could clearly see Oliver Kirkland. He was seated on a red satin loveseat, and in the jar he had balanced on his knee was your tongue. 

Oliver would use magic to completely remove your tongue from your mouth, aiming to insite as much panic in you as possible. As such, you'll only find out what he has done after completion of the procedure. 

Instead of helping you to deal with the situation, he would mock you relentlessly. Furthermore, he would place the blame on you - it was you that ran away, it was you that forced his hand; everything that went wrong is your fault. The jar with your tongue in it would be placed in a spot that you'd have a hard time overlooking. A taunt, and a reminder that the amputation is only temporary. You just have to play being a good spouse for long enough and then he'd give you your tongue back. 

France

Putrid pus stained the sheets as he pulled them away. Yesterday the colour had been yellow, but now it had a slight green tint to it. Francois brushed his fringes out of his face and tied his hair back to a sloppy ponytail. 

With a soft sigh, and placed the bandages and tincture bottles on the bed next to you and tilted your head towards him. Sickness and the corresponding fever made your sleep deep, unlike it usually was. You didn't even stir when he lifted your head onto his lap. 

At this point, it was up for debate what was sealing your lips more - the rough stitches or the infection. The swelling had distorted your mouth, so much so that it was beginning to block your nose and hinder your breathing. 

Cursing softly under his breath, he set out to drain the pus from the needle wounds. He shouldn't have used the expired saline solution, yet you had given him no choice. You had been so busy thrashing and screaming around when he had sown your mouth shut. 

Francois still didn't understand why you had put up such a fuss. The punishment was deserved and it made your resistance all the more pathetic. Seriously, had you really thought he would take you escaping lightly? How could you delude yourself into thinking he wouldn't take all those vile words that you had uttered upon being brought home to heart?

The pus drenched bandages were thrown into the bin, and he proceeded to down the injured tissue with iodine. You groaned in your sleep, and tried to open your mouth. A noticeable tremor ran down your body, and you stopped straining against the stitches. 

Perhaps it was better that you were lost in a haze. It gave your captor more time to think and calm down. 

Francois would elect to make your muteness temporary, but with some caveats. You'd wear scars around your mouth for the rest of your life and the mental and physical trauma would haunt you for years to come. Such a situation would have a high potential of arising if you poured your heart out to somebody else and incited them to help you escape. 

Russia

This was getting more tiring by the hour. Slowly, you were asking yourself if this really was a punishment, or if it was one of Victor's loathsome social experiments.  loathsome social experiments. They both tended to be alike, so it was hard to tell on a normal day. 

“If you keep glaring at me like that, your face will distort to a permanent frown”, the man in question remarked. The knife repeatedly scraped over the wood in his hand, causing shavings to fly with every stroke of the blade. He didn’t even look up from his whittling when he said that. How rude. 

Feeling petulant, you knicked a stone in the river. It was a nice day to be outdoors - the spring air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers, and the sun was shining through the birch tree. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy, not when he had brought you to the spot where he had captured you a mere week ago, picnic basket at hand. 

You had difficulty swallowing every other bite, and also keeping it down. Now that bastard even insisted on staying a bit longer to enjoy the alleged peace and quiet that the forest offered. 

With how frustrated you were, you opened your mouth in order to say something, only to receive a smack to the face with the flat side of the knife the second you opened your mouth. In shock, you quickly closed your mouth again and looked at him aghast. 

This time, he was even meeting your eyes. 

“You know the agreement, so don’t break it by talking now.”

Mutness wouldn’t even be the intended punishment at first - it would be offered as a second, milder option to a harsher punishment. Victor would have a habit of giving you an option of choosing between two or more punishments. It would be to give you an illusion of power over your own fate and an opportunity to assuage your character. Mind you, he would never give you the full details of the punishments that you can choose from. 

In this case, he would enforce a “voluntary silence” upon you. You would have to refrain from speaking for a certain time interval, or else suffer a harsher punishment. This is one of his games with you, that would be designed to mould your personality to his liking. Also, this would be a form of discipline training for you. 

[yan-heta]

YANDERE 2P ENGLAND ALPHABET (OLD)

★ NOTE ;;

— I may or may not rewrite this. This is old writing from my main blog, so expect a change of writing styles if someone were to ever request for me to rewrite this.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Oliver is a sucker for affection. By far, one of the clingiest of the 2p's. Love always gave him mixed feelings. He does not understand how people are able to love, but he would support them! Yet, how could one love? It's sometimes disgusting, absolutely nauseating; people getting too romantic, too sappy, too... revolting. As he met you, though, he starts to feel emotions stirring, bubbling like a brew. Oh, how treacherous! Now he felt as if all his thoughts were blinded by his delusion of love. Why must he feel his skin melting? His tooth aching by how sweet you feel? A fool for sweets, he wants more, to choke and rot by how tempting your lips are, how tempting to feel your hair by his hands. He just wants to feel every part of you, treat you like his God, and him, your worshipper.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He was already messy before meeting you, now he wants to give gifts from the blood he had shed. Giving your lover something you value is something of courting, right? Then you must love his special cupcakes made of love! By love, he means physically and emotionally; he means a human heart is a product of his solution. He won't tell you how he made it, but he loves when your eyes sparked interest in his creations. It made a sick grin plaster his face, masked by good. Perish the thought of how what you ate was your best friend, he'll be there for you instead, ready to comfort you when you come crying into his pastry shop, blubbering about how you miss them, how they all of a sudden disappeared. But cupid's arrow has him swerving in joy; you depend on him! Of course sacrificing your friend was worth it!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No mocking! He's ecstatic, filled to the brim with overwhelming madness mixed with elation. "Oh, poppet! I waited so long for this to happen! I love you! Love-love-love you!" He would chirp, sounding like an overjoyed child. His distorted sense of affection made him rush over you, who was chained to a bedpost, and embrace you into his warmth. How he misses you after waiting one day just to find the perfect time to abduct you. He'll be none the crueler to you. Of course, his God would have the best treatment, the best of everything, so he would try to be perfect for you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

His lack of personal space made him quite needy for every bit of your time. Unlike 2p France, your space would be invaded by him. In his eyes, it's solely meant to be like it, where two lovers are always together, acting romantic, and sappy, albeit before meeting you, he was repulsed by the idea. Love truly does change someone. Before abducting you, he would always be in his bed, biting his fingers while fantasizing about you, how nice it would be to feel your skin. He'd manifest that now he was with you, and you need not have to even do any self-care when he was controlling your life, while constantly praising you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Each bit of his heart is yours! Coming home after meetings, he would rant to you about his life, reveal himself, might I add, even expose his criminal records, and even the fact that he is a country, immortal, too. The shock on you after the confrontation would have him giggling for the rest of his day while happily cuddling you. He'll even show you his freckles, which he'd been hiding for long, if you'd like. Every night, he would tell of stories in his past, of how he had past lovers, and how they never seemed to please him, how they make him disgusted at their behavior, yet as he met you, he said; it was the first time he felt butterflies, the first time his knees felt weak, the first time his heart beating so fast, it felt like it would jump off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

"Awww, darling!" He does not mind it, in fact, he sometimes convinces you to do so! It proves he needs to be better for you, and he'd take that criticism, no worries! All he sees it as exposure from the true you, it's like telling him he needs to change and he would do so cheekily for you to like him back. Once you show less of a fight, would he feel content with himself acting "perfect" and unflawed just for you. Just make sure you would not have that colorful language! Swearing hits a nerve and he'd cry, globs of tears falling off his freckled face as he holds his, begging to not say those words. Once you do, though, it would crack more cries, he would physically hurt himself once you start swearing up and down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

The only game in his eyes are the games he plays with his victims once they try as much to make you fall for them. For you, though, it is not a game. Maybe the process of making you fall for him is like a dating simulator, but you escaping? He'll be in denial, a constant state of self questioning once you escape. Why do you not love him? After he has you in his grasp again, he would not even let you go, crying on your chest, continuously asking "why". He's weak when it comes to you, so he would seek you reciprocating his hugs, seek your warmth and snuggle while also shedding tears.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he accidentally showed you his slaughterous way of preparing his pastries. His eyes held such cruel euphoria, one you have never seen before, as he butchered the poor souls into bite-able bits. He told you you weren't going to end up as food. No! But these pesky mortals would. Yet, as much of a nuisance they may be, he'd only pick the best flesh to feed you, to impress you. After all, if it makes your tummy full, it fills his heart with pleasure, aware that what he served you, pleased you. Ensuing peace after tears stained your cheeks, Oliver would kiss it away and read you bedtime stories as a way to distract you from those memories. It's your first time seeing such grotesque actions, of course he would reassure you that it would never happen again. That was a mistake on his part.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Just for a smile on your face, to enjoy his crafts, and maybe even help him with his pastry shop! He does not mind either way, as long as you submit to him, and let him praise you willingly! He vowed to love you with every single bit of his immortal love, once you say "I love you" back, he would be overridden with every feeling of glee, jumping up and down in every step as if he has been gifted with great news, which basically is for him. But he knows he has to accomplish it! Like his bakery, it gained popularity through hard earned work, his pastries taking sweat and blood (literally and figuratively) to perfection. Same with you! He needs to please you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does, and it happens every day, even after you were kidnapped. You show the slightest bit of interest that is not him, and he would be by your side, hands encasing your body, as he begs you to focus on him with an evident pout on his face. He'll even whine and cry dramatically if it means he would be your center of attention. Show interest in another man, and he may seem as if he is unbothered, but the pink swirls in his eyes means he's planning someone's death today. After they leave you two alone, he would be pleading. It's not your fault, but why? If he changes, would you love him? Oh, he guarantees he would.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not afraid to have PDA. Every time, he is attached by your hip, a hand on a part of your body. He loves to cuddle, too, especially if he is the little spoon once you are willing. Adores sleeping with his neck buried in your face, as he could smell your scent, the shampoo he showered you with, prominent. He could get overboard and smooch your face many times, along with squeezing your body too much. At times, he loves to hold your body and trace every part with his fingers as he whispers what he loves about it. No part of you would be left insulted, instead it is praised.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

His offer of a pastry dish for free is his way. Anyone who is unaware of what he bakes always goes for more than seconds. They'd die to be in your place. Of course, when you offer to pay, he would shake his head and refuse. He says it's a treat for you as he appreciates you being a customer of his dainty place. Maybe even use your offer to pay to divert it into something like him saying he just wants to talk to you or so.  And why would you turn down the owner of the bakery who's so cheery and positive, who seems to hold no malice?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Albeit seeming to act welcoming to everyone, he often tends to be less cruel, his colors more true and less forced. His smile holds genuine intent from seeing you. You're offered better privilege from him in his bakery, offered a better place to sit in, and his touches seem to last more on you. He also seems to be more lively, yet down-to-earth, as he has you. Almost as if he's living somewhat normal, somewhat alright- like a teenage boy who's in the process of falling in love, not some lunatic who chops people for fun.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Slaps on the wrist, interrogation, and him scolding you like a mother would do their daughter. He'll be pouty, but he tells you not to do "it" again because it may seriously harm you, and no one wants that. If you go too far, and he breaks down, then he'll maybe isolate you for some time with him. That is, you two are already isolated, but more likely you're stuck in the bedroom often.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Privacy. He'll sleep with you, take baths with you, have you attached to him most of the time. He knows you may be wary of him, but again, he means nothing bad! Just taking care of you, after all. He wants to know your every secret, so before he even abducts you, he has personal information on you. Now that he has you, he wants to hear you personally say your experience to him. That's what lovers do, they spend time together reliving memories, telling stories, yes?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Depends. He'll be patient, but he'll also beg for you to love him already. For you to love him, it's a dream, his one main goal. So while it seems he would be patient, if you are on a streak of disinterest, then he'll slowly show you signs of impatience, either it'd be by whining more and getting more cuddly with you. Sometimes, he slips small signs of how he's waiting for you to submit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He can't move on, he'll never move on. He'll even die, too! He's too emotionally dependent on you! How could he let go, he can't replace you, his life-source! He'll be drained of happiness, like he sees no value in life. He'll even let himself rot, he doesn't care. Nights of sorrowful yearning would turn into him planning to get you back, by magic. He's tempered with it all of the time. Oh, he'll get you back!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He'll feel guilty if you're a bit homesick, but he feels like this is the best for you. He'll try to make your shared house feel more of yours, if it gives you a certain nostalgia. But once you settle in with him, then he'll let you go outside and be more independent, as long as you ask for permission, then it'd be no bother.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)?

Curiosity. He's never felt the feeling before, so of course, he would be curious on why you, of all people, make him feel giddy. But he accepts it. He'll observe you for a bit behind his counter while making pastries, let Flying Chocolate Bunny spy on you, and Ms. Fairy to stalk you home. They'd always tease him about his obvious fascination, but could he help it?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'll do the same, too. It genuinely hurts him seeing you hurt. After all, who would want to see their lover cry? Mentally break? He loves you, would hold you once you cry, and let you cry as he does so, too. It's as if it's only the two of you, and it is. No isolating yourself, darling, he'll help you, you don't have to struggle yourself from even standing up. It really hurts him, but you have him, even if he might be the sole reason you are hurting yourself.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's both delusional and self-aware. It fluctuates between days and his moods. He loves you, and he knows that kidnapping you is wrong, but it's right for you! It makes him wary of what you do, and so he could keep track of you without you leaving his bakery every so often, but at the same time, he knows why you feel insecure under his gaze. But he promises he means no bad! Sometimes, he manipulates you into thinking he is perfect, sometimes he breaks down for no reason. He has this idealization of what love truly is, similar to 1p France, where he must not force it, but at the same time, he fails to do so.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His people-pleasing type of behavior towards you. He's always ready to be at your command at times, so once you know how to manipulate him, then you could use him. But, even as he is easy to use at your disposal does not mean he is unaware of manipulation, as he is one himself. Yet, he'll still let you do anything to him, at the end, he will be sobbing once he realizes you still do not love him. Why are you torturing him like he's just some toy? He's trying! Just for you! "Oh, poppet, darling! Please! Please don't leave me! I'll do anything for you, just don't leave! Please!" You can't even comprehend what he says as he hiccups, choking in guilt and shame.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Oh, never! He'd rather die, than see you break, lose yourself. The best he could do is spike your drink with a love potion, but that's the last thing he'd do once he's between a fine line of breaking. It'd be easier to break him, than for him to taint your skin with a knife. Punishments are usually slaps on the wrists, or small threats of losing your privilege to easting more of his dishes. If he ever goes too far, though, he'll apologize every day, begging for your trust, pleading that he'll change, he'll never harm you again.

Xanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Very much. He'll be doing every order of yours, except escaping. Want someone to die? You have the right person to ask! New clothes? "Oh, my sweets, give me the details and I'll make sure you have it!" For him, people-pleasing helps with you liking him, and every step of the way is something he would endure to steal your heart. He adores you, worships you. You're insecure? He'll make sure to utter every praise in the book, comfort you. Avoid mirrors? Darling, he knows what it feels like to feel repulsive to your body. No worries, he won't force you to be uncomfortable! Anything for his beloved poppet.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Love is a process for him to undergo for about a long time, but he's under your spell after observing you in his pastry shop every day you visit. You're so cute, everything about you makes him captivated. At first, he thought it was attraction, fascination on his part, but the more you do anything, the more he falls behind the counter. He offers you his desserts for free before abducting you, giddy heart beating whenever you take a bite and compliment his cooking. Anything you do, really, makes him entranced. It takes long before he finds out it is love, he asked 2p France about it, too! And even the Frenchman guaranteed it was love, and he was certain, utterly certain, you are his soulmate after time of being in denial.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Oh no! He's delusional, he feels love must be slow, and sweet. You'll fall by nature, for him! Your eyes should not drift to other people, that's not how soulmates work! Albeit the fact that he has kidnapped you, fed you one of your kind, forced his affections, does not mean he would be doing something so sickening towards you! No, he would not even dare choke you, or litter your skin with scars. Your tears are not worth losing yourself, as that would make the man live with shame. You're his one true lover, his soul's only connection. If he broke you, he'll break himself, too.

[thatgirlyourejected]

Helpless reader x England x America x 2p England, 2p America part 1

So yes I used ai for chat but I reformatted and put everything in my own words, nothing is the same for the text receipts, if you guys want proof I can post a second page for reference. It was used to get the ball rolling since I’ve not read or watched hetalia in a while so spare me. I don’t use ai for any of my other works as I’m very familiar with the characters I write. I’m very honest about anything I write so any questions on this I will answer. This was also obligatorily modified for authenticity. I’ve already mapped things out so there will be lots of parts for you guys to devour.

Edit: I’m changing the story to reader believes she’s talking to ai…

Part 2

Preview “Find me please, she pleaded over the phone, I need you!”

Recently (y/n) had joined a ai chat… a nation chat with England it was a cool concept nation’s personified, even better that is was based on an anime she loved; she had no idea nations or personifications actually existed, nor that the ai was a way for nations to talk with regular humans.

(Y/n-f/c): Hi I’m (y/n)!

A bubble popped up (…)

(England): (y/n) nice to meet you love, I’m England, but you can call me Arthur.

England okay, the ai’s pretty good, very in character so far… (y/n) smiled, excited to chat with one of her favorite characters from an Hetalia, a show she’d obsessed over long ago. She had to admit that now as an adult (age) it really felt different. In her teenage years she spent obsessed with the show, she imagined talking to various characters in her head so many times; nostalgia swept over her like a cold wind, goosebumps rose on her arms. Now that she had a way to talk to them though artificial she felt exhilarated, excitement made her tremble, with all the things she could ask, the reaction she could elicit. Divine.

(Y/n-f/c): England like the country? that’s neat. What are you doing talking to a humble human such as myself?

(England): yes dear I’m a country, but I must insist you call me Arthur. Why wouldn’t I talk to you, a new connection no matter who is always a breath of fresh air for and old man like me.

(Y/n-f/c): haha old indeed let me officially introduce myself I’m (y/n) I’m (age) and I hail from the United States.

It took awhile before a new message popped up. The screen flickering from loading dots.

(England): you come from America you sound polite for someone from that buggers country.

(Y/n) grinned though a little annoyed, accurate response probably… she huffed slightly annoyed he knew nothing of her heritage. She took a deep breath reminding herself it’s just ai.

(Y/n-f/c): that’s a bit much, where I hail from shouldn’t be a stereotype to define me.

(England): sorry love, didn’t mean to offend.

(Y/n-f/c): it’s fine, I’ve got things to do irl so I’ll chat with you later

(Y/n) had enough of there chat she needed to do something else. She didn’t bother to see what was sent next. She feels silly for being offended by an ai, but it really scratched her the wrong way applying a stereotype to her. She needed a break to cool her head.

Yeah I also did this in text format, because that how our story progressed over a phone, pretty unique if you ask me, like how will (y/n) get England to show interest in her, when do all the other characters pop in and why, will this get steamy? Who knows it does turn yandere though.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

I don't know if you're ask box is currently open, I couldn't really tell but I really like your yandere alpha asks and I was wondering if you could do either 2p England or 1p America, please 🥺

I think I did 1p America as an Alpha at one point so I’ll do 2p England also this post will be kinda spicy and mention gore because ya know it’s OLIVER. So read at your own risk.

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He eats Betas because to him they’re a versatile meat he can use when he cooks. Their blood is reserved for his teas, cakes, and soup thickener / base. He refrains from eating Omegas since the poor weak things already have a difficult time within society. They’re lower class and depending on that and the range of skills they have, looks, birth are just a few factors that contribute to one’s overall quality of life. Plus Oliver an Omegas blood is only tasty if it’s someone he’s bonded to. He will only hunt down an Alpha if he’s assigned to do so by his boss.

He’s 100% will control how his S/O will look at all times. He’s got coordinated couples outfits: sleepwear, tea-party, casual walk in the park, you name it he has an outfit for it. And yes, you better believe that it’s pink with maybe a few blue pieces here and there.

You have to be able to maneuver yourself through a ground caked in glass shards, discarded needles, and murder weapons most of which a pills or knives. What I mean by this is you have to be able to read his mood shifts. It can help you formulate sentences that won’t leave you chained to a wall or a chair for an evening. One way to see his mood shifts is that his eyes will flicker with colors. But if they turn blood red or they’re simultaneously blue and pink… that's the sign to RUN. Other colors along with the intensity and duration are other things you’d want to look out for. It aids you in dictating the severity of how he took what you said or did . So plan accordingly when you speak to him. It’s like trying to navigate a rabid mind field .

It take him about a month of obsessing over you for him to finally make his feelings known to you. He’ll intentionally sit next to you at meetings, just happen to be at the same brunch spot as you, and know exactly what to bring when it comes to your beverage you’d want from the local coffee shop. But be warned that the coffee he brings you has low dosage magic pills he’s concocted. They make you think of him more often and even have lucid dreams with him. It’s one that he will harvest for future dreams he can savor in his spare time before you decides to ensnare you. Not to mention that your psyche is no longer safe and will belong to him.

It’s 1000% too late when pastel sugary treats appear at your place of work and implores you to have tea with him. It will instruct that you wear the outfit that has been provided date and time plus he even arranges for a ride to come and fetch you on the day of. Depending on if you say yes or no to this will dictate how he treats you from there.

If you say yes

Things will be easier in the beginning. Oliver will be the kindest alpha to you albeit the staring he does at you is off putting when you go on your first date with him. “Oh poppet you’re simply just too cute not to stare at!”

He already formulated a magical contract if you seem hesitant to continue to move forward with a relationship with him. Oliver will do his best to highlight only the positives that you’ll benefit from if you become his. Things like never having to cook, spill some of his magical secrets to you and raising your overall socioeconomic status. You’ll want for nothing more. The catch will be that your freedom to do anything without him or one of his trusted magical beings hovering over you 24/7. The spells he offers are all superficial illusions and other basic things like levitation of small items etc. (Oliver is smart enough to know to not teach you anything that could give you ideas about escape or leaving him)

If you say no

You’ll be relieved when you find that he decides to be absent for a few weeks after you reject him. But that is only the calm before the storm because Oliver is PISSED that you’d dare to reject him. He’s been at home prepping a perfume that has his musk and a potion that was designed just for you. He crafts a bottle that is beautiful and can draw any eye in and masks it as one of your own bottles. Both his musk and the potion together make a poignant concoction. You will put it on the following day after it’s completion and you’ll be unaware of what’s happened to you once it hits your nostrils. You’ll be knocked out instantly. Oliver’s friends from the darkness will drag you right to him and you’ll be slapped right into having a tense conversation with him on how dare you deny him what he deserves. Oliver’s teeth will be showcased a lot through it. He wants to mark you with his hungry teeth so no one can tell him that you don’t belong to him.

He’s also going to be putting a ton of aphrodisiacs in all of what you’ll consume that night. Right down to the water you drink. You’re going to be horny out of your mind so much so that Oliver won’t be able to handle it either and he will also have to drug himself in order to keep up although he’s amazed that you are able to milk him dry. It’s highly likely he will form a knot with you on the first night.

During Rut

Oh god he’s frantic as hell and kinda helpless when he’s in rut. He will dote on you and be subtle (kinda … not really) about how much he needs tender loving. Oliver will do things he thinks are sexy but it’s either wow that’s creepy or pfffffft please calm down.

Examples:

The slightest bits of affection in terms of physical touch will make him orgasm.

When he cuddles you on the couch, you touch your foot to his under the table at tea, or if he does something as simple as kissing your hand. His face is red, he’s totally holding back a guttural moan, and his pants are tighter than they should be. So he either is trying to have sex with you for longer periods or he’s running around like a confused bat out of hell who doesn’t know what do do when they have a crush and a majorly excited. Or on the very rare occasion he’ll lock himself in his study with some suppressants and wait it out.

He’ll want to stare at you for a good 20 minutes or so before he has his way with you. Sometimes he does this while playing with a knife or making a new brew.

Or he will draw out some of your blood and he will have you watch him make a special tea with it. This according to him helps him last long while he rams himself into you.

He can be cute when he preps an entire spread of sweets for you to try (some may or may not have a poor unfortunate soul within them.) as a sweet yet intimate way to get you into bed. This normally only happens at night when the moon is full and completed with saccharine candles that put your mind at ease.

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Oh my gosh I love your writings so much. Don’t apologize for sending in work late, you do such amazing work and you shouldn’t feel pressured about it. ❤️ Anyways, I’ve been loving your “hetalia and nyotalia sharing a darling” writings, and I was wondering if you could do the same but with 2p Italy and 2p nyo Italy? Or If you don’t do 2ps anymore can you do Arthur and Alice? (I’m sorry if this is too much 😥)

thank you so much for the compliments my love, absolutely warms my heart to receive these messages from y’all. always a pleasure to read truly! and don’t worry I will try my best with the request. hope you enjoy honey ♡︎ @lady-cap

Warnings: Descriptive violence, non-con acts, blood and the like.

"Il nostro tesoro prezioso"— 2p!Italy: Luciano Vargas || 2p!nyo!Italy: Lucrecia Raffaella Vargas

Her auburn hair glows from the fireplace just behind her, ruby lips giving a peck to her smoking companion. The knife grasped loosely in her hand falls to the floor as she carelessly tosses it aside, a blissful sigh before a loud chuckle comes from her and the man besides her resorts to rolling his eyes.

"Ve~~~, that was quite fun, wasn’t it?", Lucrecia practically throws herself at him, hands wrapped around his shoulders as she rests her head on his shoulder, despite Luciano clearly being discontent with her clinginess. Nonetheless he stays completely silent, not bothering to entertain her any further and the lady slowly withdraws her arms back with furrowed brows then pouts playfully at the lack of reaction.

She stares as he scrutinizes their surroundings, cigarette still lit as he slowly spins it, a smirk slowly forms on his face, which she gives a crooked smile in response knowing he had something in mind for their precious treasure. There’s a deep breath from him and his bloody eyes seemed to pour ice on your soul as they stare straight at yours.

The tape all around your body felt as if they were burning, tightening with every second that passed, itching your skin and making you sweat with dread and possibly inducing a panic attack. If not the tape then perhaps the previous events which included a rude invasion of your boss’s mansion and the all out shoot out, murders that followed, the shards of glasses, blood stains, dead bodies slumped around being the core evidence, would probably be the prime reason.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until you were shoved aside by their men and you only ended hurting a few of them, nonetheless you weren’t going to give up despite only being an assistant to your boss, who wasn’t even a mafia boss for goodness sake. Apparently it was chaos, a battle even which ensued itself out of nowhere.

Though being aware of Luciano's inappropriate stares, whispers and touches, you presumed he was simply like that with all of the women he encountered, which was true, he was a goddamn fucking prick. You didn’t expect this from his counterpart though, although there were definitely a few signs that you probably missed or overlooked. But you weren’t aware of how absolutely deranged they were about you. A simple lady who was caught up in this mess.

"The fun has only just begun",

Identical blood red eyes continued to eat up your withering form, the atmosphere heavy with panicked breathing and the blistering heat from the fireplace, the sound of Lucrecia's heels echoed through the room as she giddily made her way towards you, Luciano watching her every movement until his eyes once again landed on your form.

You couldn’t help but flinch away from her as she got close to you, although with being tied, the armchair you were placed on wasn’t much spacious either, with a single confident stride she seated herself on your lap, her breath hitting your face as you cringed at the smell of wine and cigarette making her frown and sigh slowly.

Her fingers cautiously traced your jawline as you gulped, remembering the knife she had used to end several of your co-workers, she seemed to be studying every detail on your face, eyes unwavering and unblinking, it was unnerving and her sudden closeness to you didn’t make anything better, trying to move your body didn’t seem to deter her one bit either. If anything, she ignored your fidgeting much to your chagrin.

After observing the both of you on the armchair for a while, Luciano takes a long drag of his cigarette, his boots not making a sound yet his presence was hard to miss as he got closer to you both, gloved hands harshly grabbed your chin making you face towards him as he licked his lips, the scared look on your face was absolutely delicious, once again he gave a slight smirk and captured your trembling lips with his with no hesitation, and oh god, was the taste of your fear so exhilarating.

"What a belladonna".

Both of them are sadistic no doubt, I feel as if Luciano would control himself around you to not draw blood at the very least. Meanwhile, his female counterpart is far more sadistic than him, although with you she would prefer saving her blood thirst for when you really manage to piss her off. Or when she’s feeling extra unstable.

They aren’t much better for that though, Luciano is very controlling, even with Lucrecia who rebels against him in subtle ways. Although most of the time he lets her do her thing, she is surprisingly obsessive and clingy towards him, much to everyone’s confusion including his. She could be the most terrifying nightmare for most people so it’s confusing why doesn’t she head butts with Luciano more often or isn’t so violent as him (she is).

You can expect every aspect of your life to go according to what Luciano wants, and you can’t help but not utter a word since just because he’s more lenient towards you than he is towards other people, it doesn’t mean that he won’t be pissed off at your defiance. He won’t hesitate leaving pretty bruises on your skin for Lucrecia to tend after, and most of the time she ends up making it worse with an oblivious tone in her voice, but you just know that they both simply get off your pain, tears, bruises, so you have no choice really.

They will make you do several chores around the house, basically a personal maid just for them, you won’t meet anyone else in the house expect for few maids, who don’t converse much anyways, always scurrying about with heads down and mouth shut. Basically tidying up their beds, personal rooms, cooking just for them and tending to their needs. Your duties revolve around them. Wearing your pretty little dresses that leaves no room for imagination nor any cover against their advances.

Lucrecia is actually the dominant one in the relationship you could say, although her male counterpart is no pushover either, he willingly lets her take the reigns the most. I can see her being in charge of disciplining you as well, although there’s no specific structure for you to follow with them. She will gladly feed you until you can’t eat anymore, smother you with overbearing affection, make you wear embarrassing dresses, pinch your cheeks until it bruises, temporarily fracture your fingers because you did something she didn’t like, eat your ears off with her chatter, it’s fucking exhausting to be around her and it shows on your face whenever Luciano gets out of his office or comes home late.

Though he would just grumble and be bombarded by whatever bullshit Lucrecia spills, her clingy hugs and things about you which is the only part he bothers to pay half a mind to. It’s after a bottle of wine that his day truly starts tho, especially when you look so endearing and breedable with your maid costume showing off your curvy figure, he might accidentally spill some on you, feigning innocence as he attempts to help you but you know that he simply wants to take the damn thing off your body and bruise you all over again.

Surprisingly, Luciano prefers to take his sweet time ravaging your body, biteful kisses on your breast, as his hands hold your waist so possessively, straddling your waist and whispering dirty things, which quickly turns lewder, his touches rougher, your hair almost ripped off from your scalp, bites and scratches decorate you body, when he’s done with you and finally he falls right then and there, staining your walls white and burying his face on your soft chest. He’s almost playful after whenever the day he’s fucked you, in a cruel way though, pulling you on his lap, your hair, calling you names, basically just being a nuisance.

Lucrecia is rather spontaneous, like everything she does, pulling you by your dress as you are fixing the bed, drunk and high as fuck, blubbering about the things, the stuffs she wants to do to you, her hands always fixated on you hips as her nails claw at your waist, always wanting to pull a muscle and have you sore, pained when she’s done with you, her aftercare is showing her art piece off front of the mirror as she fixes you up, ignoring your tears, and whatever she had caused. In her eyes, it’s just the way she had always loved.

I would say both of them are insane and deranged, they don’t really differ much in that aspect but their perspectives on few things are different and a few quirks of their personalities as well. It’s probably easier to know when you are trapped with them, that’s for sure but also Luciano is more composed than his counterpart, more savvy and has bloodier moody issues.

No one is touching, seeing and even knowing about you, they both wouldn’t have it especially Luciano. Although you can expect Lucrecia to brag everything about you, and she wouldn’t mind showing you off to their most closest companions, although in their world such people are hard to come by. It’s safe to say it’s going to be a rough back breaking ride for their precious girl, that’s for sure.

"You are everything to us, our beloved"— Nyo!England: Alice Kirkland.

Her voice is rather annoying, no scratch that, actually it’s making you want to commit a massacre. It’s as if you are listening to a plate being scratched by forks, yes definitely that, she can screech all she wants with her bloody haughty accent it won’t stop making her sound similar to a dehydrated chicken. Fuck's sake.

She had always been like this, compared to her Arthur was at the very least tolerable. You just could not deal with her constant mood swings, demands, insecurities and what not. Always wanting to prove that she was better than her male counterpart and how the past sexist world was so unfair towards her, basically trauma dumping and she just really needed to stop. She had always held a considerable amount of power, just that Arthur was mostly send off to conquer the world, during wars and shit, not on a bloody vacation.

There she goes berating you for one thing or another, sitting on the sofa across from you, knitting a sweater and very much upset that you couldn’t maker her a cup of tea as well. Or rather, that was the fact that brought up this whole speech of hers in the first place, frankly you did not want to and confined to sip your very delicious cup of tea. She could go—

"You are not listening to a word coming out of my mouth, are you?",

You slowly set your tea on the saucer and calmly stared right into her furious glare directed towards you, used to it at this point. She huffs and before she could utter another word,

"Perhaps you should stop claiming yourself to be a victim all the damn time and actually realize the privilege you have always had over the other truly underprivileged women whether you wanted it or not, quit whining and stop letting what happened in the past drag you down. Have you considered a bloody therapist? I am not your trauma dumpster Alice, I am tired too".

A look of surprise takes over her face which quickly turns into a sneer as she crosses her arms, glare unwavering and a reddish tint of anger still lingering on her appearance,

"Oh you are the one to talk, your generation of women are the privileged ones, you have no idea what …",

Soon enough, it’s safe to say that the whole manor would have been cleared by how loud, ferocious and bitter both of your tones were. Arguing back and forth, with heated glares and firm stances, Alice was probably going to break and honestly you would love a hot cup of tea to soothe your nerves because god forbid, if this woman doesn’t shut up

It wasn't that you didn't sympathize with her, as a woman you had done your best to support her when it came to such things, but what you wouldn't accept is her unwillingness to stop blaming others for her misfortunes in the past or painting herself as an absolute powerless victim. Sometimes you had to brush off your pain, get your ass up and fix shit, like most of the women in your family. Like you had done so, which is why you became a hardened deteticive with a strong resolve none could easily crack.

Not to mention, that you were trapped in her and his mansion with no escape in sight. Of course, you were going to annoy the shit out of her.

"Goodness, just what is going on in here?",

Arthur quickly took off his coat, eyes already scrutinising the scene in front of him, both of you were breathing heavily from all the yelling and he seemed to be beyond irritated himself. It was one thing to deal with Alice in this state, with you in the mix?

He could already feel the migraine he was about to endure from dealing with two stubborn, headstrong woman.

Honestly, both of them are a chore to deal with. I feel as if Alice is used to working harder and striving to be heard which mixed with her desperation, insecurities and possessiveness over her darling is bound to be exhausting quickly. Even aggravating since the only true victim over here is you, not her. If anything, she would treat you as her pet, it’s infuriating obviously.

Arthur on the other hand, would rather not paint himself that way regarding his pride, and is much more collected in the way he represents himself in front of you. He's much more intimidating than Alice, and would be the one to dish out the punishments, hence making you more wary and careful of him than Alice. As she prefers ofc, who do you think encourages Arthur to bring out the cane? She knows Arthur can be a hell of an intimidating person, it has always worked in her favor a lot of times. she bloody loves it.

Not saying that Alice should be taken lightly, when her mind is in the right state, she can be very manipulative even towards Arthur, she knows how to twist her words and render you into trouble. Both of them would be tricky, cunning and charming enough to strip you off your security by any law. Whether labeling you as a spy, as corrupt and spouting rumors. You won't even know what is going on until the answer is right in front of you.

Even though they both would bicker most of the time amongst each other, it’s more of a harmless banter at this point. It’s how they communicate since both of them most of the time than not, suppress their emotions which are bound to burst once they crack. And the target of their actions is you of course. They both are quite closer than they might seem, although Alice is more likely to piss Arthur off and have him torment you one way or another. It’s a power trip, a display of her cunningness which even Arthur gets caught in.

You could be a powerful lady, not in status but perhaps it’s your wits, the way you carry yourself and remain a distinct lady with her own bold ambitions she strives hard to achieve. Maybe one day, Alice stumbled onto you, umbrellas crashing to the ground as both of you curse each other as politely as possible, which quickly turns into playful arguments. Maybe it’s Arthur who looks into you after hearing Alice’s thoughts about you, calling you personally in his office and both of you hit it off from there. All it takes is a specific glance towards each other which seals off your life once and for all.

It won’t take much for an intelligent woman to understand what is going on, a bit too late or early even, not that it matters. You may punch and scream at them as much as you want, Alice does not hesitate retorting with sharp and hurtful words and Arthur isn’t the one to back down either. These both won’t always physically harm you, it’s more mental and emotional punishments with them. Chipping away at your insecurities, controlling your actions, monitoring your emotions and suffocating you with their possessive behaviors. Also I like the idea of Alice getting into petty fistfights with you, she would definitely do that once she’s off her high horse once in a while.

Obviously there is no escape, being as observant as both of them are, they have already planned quite ahead. They have powerful connections and allies who would be willing to help them, even if Alice has to act flustered in front of Antonio and drop her dignity to gain few favors if it concerns you, she will do it. You would be given the royal treatment as long as you stay on your tiptoes and behave mannered. If not, then punishments would be followed.

Honestly, Alice is the dominant one in this relationship I would say, not sexually necessarily, but she does has her way of controlling and manipulating any situation she is in, if she put her mind into it. It’s sort of a switch between her and Arthur, the gentleman though would rather drop dead than be the bottom and let her boss him around just like that.

Arthur does understand what’s going on, but he knows Alice more than anyone else does, and vice versa. They both have this understanding between them which is quite hard to explain and believe. With you in the mix tho, Arthur trusts Alice to share you with her, he knows she’s a cunt but she’s also the one who has soothed his wounds and he’s the one who endured her breakdowns. Even though they might have their moments, once you’re in the mix, they are dead set on claiming you as theirs. They both understand the loneliness they have gone through, your presence is an addiction to themselves.

Arthur is more likely to talk down to you while Alice would talk against you, as if your mere opinions bother her, as if she hates that you think independently and not follow what she says. Arthur, as said before simply disregards your stand on most things, such as why it’s morally unacceptable to hold a woman captive. You will suffer from being mentally unstable at some point, until things get worse and worse and the dam breaks. To them though? It’s entertaining. They love you, but there are few things that have to broken so that they may be mended in a more say, preferred form.

Of course, both of them would show you off to others, and also make sure you don’t misbehave and ruin their reputations in front of their peers, that would result in a swift punishment. You would be their pretty blooming rose, a wonderful woman who will forever be in a cage of their making, and no one’s going to save you darling, to beings like them? it’s more entertaining than anything. And these both would make sure to drill that in your head. The world is a disgusting place, not suitable for a beloved lady such as yourself.

Tempted to write a one shot

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Hello! Requests:Open!💕

I’m Sunshine, and this is my yandere request blog! I write yandere oneshots, headcannons, and scenarios for your entertainment with a maximum character limit of four. Below is a list of rules and what I will write for!! :)

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I will write for:

nsfw (fair warning, it may not be very good) ❣️on that note, I only write for sub characters. ❣️

suggestive content

fluff

most kinks, with exceptions for watersports, spit, and degradation

I will write for GN, afab, and explicitly fem readers only, because I don’t know enough to write about male readers to feel comfortably, sorry!!

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FNAF (games only):

Michael and William Afton

all animatronics (specify if you want human or natural form)

SLASHERS:                                                                             

Asa Emory

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

OG!Michael Myers                                                                                           

Bo Sinclair                                                                                                             

Vincent Sinclair                                                                                                     

Bubba Sawyer                                                                                                       

Thomas Hewitt                                                                                                       

Candyman                                                                             

Brahms Heelshire                                                                                                 

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Erik                                                                                   

ARCANE

Silco

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Bertholdt Hoover (early 20s)

TWISTED WONDERLAND (actual college)

Riddle Rosehearts

Azul Ashengrotto

Rollo Flamme

HETALIA

Kiku Honda (Japan)

Kuro Honda (2p Japan)

Oliver Kirkland (2p England)

Ivan Braginsky (Russia)

Viktor Braginsky (2p Russia)

Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden)

Lukas Bondevik (Norway)

Tino Väinämöinen (Finland)

BLACK BUTLER

Claude Faustus

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive (early 20s)

William T. Spears

DEMON SLAYER

Tanjiro Kamado (early 20s)

Yushiro Yamamoto

Muzan Kibutsuji

DISNEY VILLAINS

Judge Claude Frollo

Captain Hook

MASTERLIST 💜💜

Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera, Musical!Erik and Book!Erik, plus a sprinkle of Cherik.)

General yandere nsfw headcannons 💜

Self indulgent nsfw post💜: part one and two

Erik getting reader pregnant headcannons 💜

Desperate Erik oneshot with cowgirl and facesitting 💜

Erik with a mommy kink headcannons (cannon in all my works) 💜

General kissing with Erik 💜

Erik with voice kink, auralism, and scent kink headcannons 💜

Erik’s nsfw alphabet 💜

Would Erik like to be called babydoll? 💜

Forever and Always, You. Valentine’s Day oneshot (unless someone requests another part and gives some ideas 👀) 💜

Erik with a mommy kink oneshot 💜

A Chance With You series: one💜 two💜 three(in progress)

Cherik general yandere headcannons 💜

Musical!Erik with mirror sex oneshot 💜

Reader making Erik a scarf and he gets whiny because they aren’t paying attention to him 💜

Rollo Flamme

Fragile: Rollo slips you a sleeping potion so he can have your affection while you’re asleep 🔔

Brahms Heelshire

Reader who flinches when he raises his hand 💷

Eyeless Jack

Nsfw alphabet 💙

Ticci Toby

Soft reader headcannons 🪓

Mandela Catalogue

Mark Heathcliff headcannons 🔫

Adam and Jonah x reader from irl 📹📼

Human Cesar Torres headcannons ☎️

Michael Afton

Ghost Michael headcannons 🔦

Withered Bonnie

General headcannons🐰⚙️

Funtime Crew

Touch starved reader 🎉🎈

Silco

Soft reader 💉

Ebenezer Scrooge

Nsfw alphabet 💰

[yandere-romanticaa]

Can I get 2p England HC’s?

Yandere! 2p! England // Headcanons

❤ Oliver is an interesting yandere. It does take a while for his yandere side to go in full swing, but once it does he is terrifying. But, before that he is actually scared of actually talking to his s/o. He first saw them across the street, bearly in the range of his little shop. And to Oliver, it was love at first sight.

❤ When Oliver first sees them, he can't get them out of his mind. He won't be able to properly concentrate on his work and his head will always be up in the clouds. He will try to pull himself together, but he just can't. That's when he realizes that he needs to know more about s/o. It first starts out pretty OK, he's just watching them through his little shop window. His s/o always passes by everyday, at the same time and this makes Oliver very happy. But after a very short while, this just won't be enough.

❤ Oliver will start to stalk his s/o. He wants to know more about them, and he will quickly learn their daily routine. He also wants to protect them. The world is full of dangerous people and who knows who might attack his s/o! Oliver often takes pictures and he hangs them up in his bedroom.

❤ This will go on for a while, until one day s/o changed their routine. They found Oliver's little shop and they wanted to buy something. This just might be the happiest day of his life! Oliver doesn't even know what to do with himself! The moment s/o enters his bakery, he feels as if he lost the ability to both hear and speak. The only thing he hears is his rapid heartbeat and s/o's angelic voice. Oliver will snap out of his daze, but just bearly. Oliver does his best to be the perfect gentleman in order to somehow woo s/o. He even gives them a free cupcake!

❤ From that day forward, it has become a part of s/o's routine to visit Oliver's bakery. It's always around the evening so Oliver has time to spend with his s/o! He uses the knowledge he gathered while stalking them to his advantage, and it will almost be impossible to dislike him!

❤ Oliver is still somewhat shy around his s/o, but he will eventually start to get a bit more bold. He will gently touch their hand, and he might even hug them! He loves how s/o smells, he just can't get enough of it!

❤ After a couple of months of friendship, Oliver will start to become more obsessive. He will start manipulating and guilt tripping his s/o. Whenever they make any sort of plans that don't involve him, he is quick to start telling them how lonely he is, and how much he needs them. He always manages to act so perfectly that s/o will just have to apologize and stay by his side.

❤ Slowly, people from s/o's life will begin to disappear. Oliver will make sure that s/o no longer has friends so that they can only rely on him. He knows that this will badly hurt his s/o, but he can't risk his s/o falling for someone else. So, it has become rather common for s/o to run in to Oliver's arms, eyes full of tears while Oliver gently pats them on the head, while telling them that he will never leave them and that he is the only person that cares for them.

❤ To cheer his darling up, Oliver often makes them all sorts of treats! From delicious cakes to cute cupcakes, there is nothing that Oliver can't bake! And he also likes to throw little tea parties with his s/o, and he loves it when they wear something fancy, especially if the said item is in any sort of pastel colour.

❤ If anyone has romantic feelings for his s/o, Oliver is going to flip out. He will kill that person as soon as possible! The idea of his precious s/o leaving him hurts so much. What if they get mistreated, or hurt? He needs to protect them by any means necessary!

❤ Oliver will definitely kidnap and lock his s/o up in his basement. He doesn't like punishments, but sometimes they are needed. He wants his s/o to be obedient, to only have eyes for him. He will most likely use mental punishments, but he won't hesitate to chop s/o's legs off if necessary.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere 2p England x Reader

“Geez! This stain just won’t come off!” You seethed between your teeth as you tried to scrub off a prevailing red stain on the linoleum countertop. Working up a sweat simply scrubbing you decided you’d rather push it off to the manager as a problem for them to solve. You abandoned it with prejudice scurrying to peek at the dwindling customers from the bulky coffee machine. 

Counting. 

One.

Two.

Thre– “Hello Poppet!” 

You jumped as the pastel owner of the bakery seemingly popped out of nowhere. You regained your composure smiling at him.

“Oh hi Mr. Kirkland, how are you doing this evening?” 

You greeted him warmly not only as your actual boss but as the kind man who decided to hire you despite being an outsider in such a small town. Moving into a tight-knit community was hard enough but actually finding someone willing to employ you was harder. But when all seemed lost for you, you stumbled into Oliver’s bakery and it was him that lovingly provided his support as you got back on your feet. 

“Oh, Poppet, didn't we talk about that name?” You swore it sounded like a threat but from all the time you’ve spent with him you knew some of the things he said just sounded like that. 

“Oh uh right Mr-Oliver. Sorry.”

“I don’t know why you even put up with such a lousy tart!” Oh.The manager. 

Luke. He was a nasty one. The spawn of the snotty underhanded mayor, given the position by some favor Oliver owed. The dude was on your back 24/7 hurling insults and complaining about everything you’ve ever done. No doubt it was his excitement for the newblood; manifesting his already unhealthy behavior into the only way he reckons he can interact with you. Oliver told you so when you complained about him. 

“Hello Manager.”

“Oh won't you do me the honors of even saying my name?”

“Shut it Pukeface.”

“”What was that, butter fingers?”

“You two…” A shadow was made by his bowed head before he rose with a twitching smile. “Quit it won’t you? I can’t stand to see you fight after such a long day.”

“Sorry Oliver.” You looked angrily at Luke as he moved past you, clearing out the register; not bothering to even apologize for his behavior. Before you could mumble an apology for him the bell had rung twice as two of the customers departed. Reminded of the lingering few customers, you excused yourself to tend to them, mostly just giving the reminder that you’ll be closing in a few minutes. 

Finally flipping over the closing sign you let out a loud sigh of relief. It had been a long day like the rest since the bakery’s popularity was at an all time high. You called out to Oliver as you closed the blinds warning him of there being no late visitors and that he could officially close the kitchen. You knew better than to walk into the kitchen to tell him. Seeing as Oliver was so adamant about keeping his recipes secret; he even hired you and Luke to manage the front exclusively. The only thing you were responsible for was the taking of orders,the creation of teas and coffee, and that should have been all but thanks to the laziness of Luke you also must clean, be the cashier, and solve any problem that should arise. 

Speaking of the lazy lous, where was he? 

You ducked into the bathroom calling his name and still no response. While Luke wasn’t known to linger after his shift was ended he never would have left without trying to bully you out of your fair share of pastries. These were supposed leftovers that Oliver gave claiming it was just some that he had’nt sold but it always begged the question as to why they were always so warm. Nonetheless it was a courtesy bestowed to only you and Luke many a time went to steal it from you. Yet he was nowhere to be found and while you weren’t complaining you found it odd. 

“Oliver! Oliver, did you see Luke leave? Oliver?” 

You peeked your head outside the back door of the building seeing nothing but the dumpsters and a lone trash bag leaning haphazardly on the wall. You returned back into the bakery looking for the two men and having no look. 

You would have dismissed it and gone home, assured that the next day you could get answers but the muffled yell coming from behind those forbidden kitchen doors made you stop. You stopped and trained your ear toward the door searching for definite evidence. Hearing another muffled scream you decided that someone probably got trapped in the freezer or is in some position to call so desperately for help. Justifying Oliver’s warning with the call for help you pushed past the doors. 

Immediately there was something of a draft running through the pristine kitchen that had shivers running up your spine. You looked around at the clean countertops and mused at the organized ingredients. You had always expected that Oliver might’ve been the time to have a messy workspace with his optimistic gentlemanly appearance. Pushing the thought away you made your way to the freezer which as you expected had the door wideopen. Thinking ahead you dragged a nearby bag of flour in front of the door keeping it open before hearing a barely audible groan from inside. You grimaced as you weaved through the hanging slabs of meat to the barely moving unrecognizable pile. 

You moved quickly trying to ignore the fearful increase of your heart. Why was there any kind of meat in a bakery? Why were they shaped like that? Like humans? Your trembling hands worked as fast as they could to reveal the battered body of Luke.   

“L-luke? W-what are you doing here? Mr. Kirkland said not to go anywhere near his kitchen!” 

The man didn’t retort; he only seemed to shake, letting his nervous brown eyes flit around from anywhere but you. Still pulling off whatever this was off of him you wondered why he didn’t seem to be helping until you removed the final piece. 

“Wh-where are your legs?”

His pants were hollow from the knee down sagging with a liquid that you can assume was blood. You tried to stop your imagination from wondering who did this and why. 

“You have to get me out of here! He’s coming!”

“Who? Who?”

“Oliver! Oliver did this! Now get me out of here!” 

“Mr. Kirkland would never! I-I don’t know what you’re on about but he’d never do that! J-just grab onto me. W-we have t-to take you to the doctors,” You turned and crouched down to carry Luke on your back.”G-get your head checked and–and then we’ll know who really did this.” 

You tried not to think about the logistics of this even as you registered how light he was now. Set on your path you turned to leave right out the freezer door only to be met by the sight of the closed door slamming. 

“NO!” Luke shouted in your ear but you continued walking to the door. Face to face with it you tried pushing it to find no result. Pushing. Pulling. Banging. Yelling. Nothing seemed to work and you were getting panicked. Feeling along the door for some kind of latch or mechanism all you found was the lock hole on the doorknob.

“This..can be locked from the inside?”

“HE’S COMING! HE’S COMING! HE KNOWS HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!”

“Luke can you please be quiet, I need to focus.” 

“Yeah Luke, why don’t you quiet down?” 

You turned to see the man of the hour, Oliver Kirkland standing where you had just walked moments ago, directly behind you and Luke who was now leaned up on the wall nearby. Smiling his usual smile. 

“I-I’m so glad you’re here w-we didn’t mean to come in here but we got trapped an–” 

“Oh Poppet I’m just glad you didn’t leave yet! I was looking for you all over!”

“Y-you were?”

“I was. Did you eat the eclairs I left for you?” 

“Uhm no– uh can you help us get out Luke is injur–”

“Why not?” 

“B-because I heard that Luke was in trouble! Mr. Kirkland, do you realize this is a serious situation!?” 

 “Oliver.”

“Are you listening to me at all right now!?” 

“I don’t like your attitude, Poppet.”

“WHO CARES IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!” You immediately jumped at your own volume. You’d never shouted at Oliver let alone gotten angry at him for anything. But then again you’d never been afraid of him either. 

He sighed exasperated before looking at you like a disappointed parent. 

“Poppet I don’t stand for tantrums but I’ll forgive you if you eat your eclair now.” 

“What!? No!” 

You tried to go around him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you. Before you could turn to wrench your arm away you were flung once again to the locked door of the freezer. You were pulled off the door by that same arm only for it to be twisted to your back in a restrictive hold. 

“Ahh!” 

You cried out as more pressure was put on your twisted arm rendering the other one useless. You could feel the warm angry breaths he made along your ear. An eclair was stuck in your face nudging at your pursed lip. 

“Now Poppet, you’ll be a good babe and eat your eclair. Do it.” 

“Ok-ok-but will you help Luke?” 

“Sure dear.” That was easy. 

You took a tentative bite looking into his threatening gaze. You settled to focus on the eclair instead as it seemed the look in his eyes only made your heart beat faster. Taking the last bite you noted the remaining icing coating his fingers. 

“Lick it.” 

“Bu-Ohm!” 

The moment you opened your mouth to protest he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You tried to pull away but the pain in your arm stopped you. Your only option was to let your boss explore the reaches of your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Satisfied, he slowly pulled out making sure to caress the walls of your cheek and making a string of drool from your mouth and his hand. You’d hope he’d just break it ending your embarrassment but he pushed his own cheek closer to yours. Practically kissing you from the side he licked whatever residue of your drool that was left replacing it with his own. It was like he was teasing you with how slow he was moving letting his eyes peer at you in all your vulnerability.

He moved away slowly lingering as he released your arm, all for you to buckle over trying to catch your breath and not trigger your gag reflex. You heard steps walking deeper into the freezer moving around to a specific spot. 

“Were you worried I forgot about you, boy?”

Oh no Luke! 

“WAIT NO PLEA–” 

SLICE

Thunk!

Thunk! 

You were too scared to look but you were sure that Luke was no more. You felt like you owed it to him to at least see how he went. But when you looked up all you could see was the blurry image of a man in a pastel sweater splattered with crimson stains, smiling at you with a heavy blush on his face. 

“Looks like my Poppet is ready for their nap!” You could barely feel the wet and warm hands of Oliver as he cradled your face, trying to grasp how quickly you were losing consciousness.”

“..W..w..hy..?”

“Oh Poppet, bullies fight all the time to get their hands on a sweetness like you!” He put his hands under your arms pulling you into his lap, nuzzling your head as you laid nearly limp. With a peck to your nose and then a peck on your cheek. 

“I just had to be first.”

He kissed you hard against your lips before picking you up. By now you can’t even open your eyes but you hear the sound of the lock and the receding coldness of the freezer. You can hear his humming, the sound of locks clicking, the feel of a plush mattress, and the warmth of another human being. 

“You are only mine (Y/n)...My sweetness…I expect all the bullies to come searching for you and when they do I will gladly bake you more.”

[alfredosauce50]

Ummm Yandere 2p England headcanons please ( when request is open of course )

Yes, of course! It’s been a while since I’ve thought about 2p England, but there are some pretty remarkable traits of him I couldn’t forget 🧁

(Sorry for the super late reply, but here goes!)

Yandere 2p! England headcanons

He never gave romance much thought, so he won’t realize he’s fancying anyone until he’s swept off his feet. And when he does, it’ll be too late. For you, that is. You’re going to see him so often, he may as well be in the corners of your eyes.

He’s as mad as a hatter. In fact, he’s so unhinged, being around him will eventually have you wondering if you’ve gone insane too. He’s sickeningly sweet and overwhelming at times, so dealing with him is no piece of cake. But other people have it worse. When Oliver decides he wants you, he’ll do anything for your attention. Everything else, he keeps in the dark—scheming the downfalls of your closest compadres, and how to put them in this month’s special.

Home life

He loves physical touch, but he has a funny way of showing it. Oliver makes the biggest fuss when he receives it. If you initiate so little as a hug, he'll be blushing like a bride. He has no problem returning it with a big, stupid smile, but Oliver can't handle anything more—if you kiss him on the cheek, he'll laugh nervously and lose his wits. "Save those things for the bedroom, dear... You'll give me heart palpitations." If you do it while he's in the kitchen, he'll add salt instead of sugar and set the whole pot on fire.

If you're both in an intimate location, he's a changed man. Context is everything to him. Be it the bedroom or bathroom, he'll do the initiating and drown you with affection. Kissing you on the forehead, lips, and neck, he's as sweet as the pastries he makes. He's eager to make up for his awkwardness elsewhere, so he turns into his own Casanova when he's all over you.

He can cling to you like wet clothes to skin. Where ever you are in the house, that's where he'll be. The guy follows you around like a puppy, and he makes it his mission to make it obvious. When you finally ask him what he's doing, he'll rest his face on his hand and hit you with a swoon-worthy smile. "What I'm doing? Whatever it is that you're doing, of course."

Oliver loves to contribute to every little thing in your life. If you're studying, he'll walk into your room with study snacks and ask how you're doing. He might even ask about what you're learning, but understanding it is beyond his capabilities. If he wasn't so good at cooking, he'd be the boyfriend who stands around in the kitchen with a spatula trying to be useful. He's not exactly book-smart or tech savvy, but he wants to be involved with everything.

He can't help pampering you, and among one of the ways he does that is by doing most of the chores. Oliver doesn't mind because he loves it. Baking, cleaning, gardening, he's obsessed with keeping the place clean and smelling great. He thinks its his job to look after you, though he can go overboard and start babying you. If you don't remind him you can look after yourself too, he may as well blow on your food and feed it to you.

He's always wearing something with buttons, like his pajamas or dress shirt for the day. He barely reveals his skin, and he avoids any questions about it. One day, you were feeling particularly curious, and after pushing his buttons, you've learned your lesson the hard way. The effort he puts into his appearance is what keeps the gun from going off—remember, context is everything. If you start shedding his layers and ruffling up his hair, he'll hold you down to do away with you. Never again.

Oliver loves cuddling, and he'll squeeze you like a bear in bed. He loves the way you feel in his hands, so expect some caressing and fondling every now and then. But he's a gentleman, so he'll always ask before touching anywhere. While he's tracing his fingers down the nodules of your spine, he'll hum in your ear and lull you to sleep.

When he gets jealous

It's hard to get him jealous, but being protective of you is ingrained in his nature. He has an undying hostility towards smelly and macho men. If he sees any, he'll glower at them fiercely like it's personal. They're bad news, he tells you. Unrefined, impolite, and always looking for trouble. Later on, he'll remove you from the scene because he has a problem with them sharing the same air as you. Then, he'll loop his arm around your waist and hold you close like you're stitched to him at the hip.

Whoever wants to push their luck with you will have to suffer his wrath. Persistent people leave a bad taste in his mouth. It reminds him of the 'smelly men' he so hates. How he deals with it is rather interesting—he'll grin like a Cheshire cat and throw fuel into the fire until the prick raises their hand. Then, he'll have a reason to take them out as 'self defense'. Oliver is polite through and through, but he has the silver tongue to say something that's worthy of a mic drop.

When you both get home, he'll be tearing his hair out in frustration. The prim, proper, and collected Oliver will completely disappear in exchange for an erratic and emotional Oliver. He was always clingy, so good luck getting him off you.

When you argue

You rarely argue with the guy, so when you do, it's something serious. He's what most people consider 'Mr. Right', but he isn't called a madman for nothing. When he's down in the dumps, he's more vulnerable to becoming unreasonable. A little crazy, even. He could say something sick or out of pocket with a wide smile on his face. Not only does it scare you, it’s frustrating. That’s when you’re tempted to avoid him.

Oliver was always high-strung about spending every minute of the day with you, so he’ll force his way to be in the same room until you look at him. He can’t handle the distance. It will drive him crazier than how much he already is.

He’s well aware of his insanity, and knows he can only use twisted logic you can’t accept. That’s why he keeps his mouth shut and stays around you until you acknowledge him. It could take hours to days, but he won’t give up until you give in. He will resort to sweet-talking at night if you’re still angry with him.

Psychology + When he snaps

He can’t fathom the idea of being annoying or overbearing. Oliver can’t help asking about everything you think about. When you tell him to tone it down, he’ll tell you he’s just trying to bond with you. He wants to be your other half, and he does this by dissecting your mind down to its most detailed intricacies. When you tell him to stop, he gets really upset.

The only way to cheer him up is through affection, be it through kissing or words of reassurance. He’s a sucker for your attention, so he’ll keep the act up until he’s smothered. After that, he’ll stick to you like glue and want you to coddle him.

He runs purely on your love. If you smile at him and kiss him in the morning, he will have the best day at work. If you don’t do either of those things, he will start questioning his existence. You’ve come to realize that, so you always make sure to dote on him so he can be energized. If not, he’ll be the saddest sap.

He’s no textbook genius, but he’s calculating and crazy good at picking up small details. On most days, he does this on his own accord to be charming and friendly, which he is—he’s witty and loves hanging around pleasant people. However, his friendly front is more like a fuse than anything. Once that goes, the uglier sides of his self is revealed. For people he doesn’t like, he’s cynical, mocking, and arrogant.

He’s always been insanely obsessive with the things he likes. If he chose to curse, he would scream, "I FUCKING love baking!" Oliver is a man of passion, and that applies to the special someone in his life. If you spoil him enough with your time, he will grow co-dependent on you. He will think about you as much as he can, which is easy to do when he’s doing housework. If he doesn’t see you after an hour, he will practically start chewing his fingernails off.

Oliver is more dependent in the relationship. You’re like his anchor—his pacifier. You’re everything that’s keeping him from losing his head, so he’ll go apeshit if someone tries taking you away. How they do that is through acts of service, one of his love languages. If you do it for someone other than him, he’ll get pretty irritable. But if that person keeps helping you out or giving you advice, he will understand that as a declaration of war.

He’s more lenient with friends, but if it’s a potential love-interest, he’ll be on edge. As it continues, he won’t stand the sight of them. If they don’t back off after acts of passive-aggressiveness, jeering, and personal remarks, he will start seeing them as a rival. Someone who disapproves of him. Someone who wants you. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

The bastard isn’t afraid of him, so he’ll give him something to be afraid of. That’s another great reason why he’s so happy all the time—it hides the fact that he’s a psychopath. Too bad his victim let that fly over their heads when interacting with him. But it’s too late, and Oliver is about to give them a stalking of a life time. He will psychologically torture them for months until they lose their minds.

All of a sudden, Oliver will stop. He wants to give them a false sense of security that they’re safe. He’s patient enough for the thrill. Once they finally think they’ve escaped his grasp, he will corner them and kill them in the most gruesome way possible. When he sees the look of terror on their face, he’ll laugh like a maniac as satisfaction surges through him. He’s finally one-upped the prick, and the whole process of terrorizing them was so worth it.

Once he’s done with his victim, they won’t be identifiable. They will be nothing but red slop. What can he say, he has an arsenal of world-class cooking equipment. Then, he’ll make sure to incorporate them into a menu item for everybody to enjoy. You don’t know why, but he won’t let you eat the month’s special. "It isn’t professional to eat while you work, dear."

If you find out what he did

Oliver will never be found out. He’s an expert at homely duties, so you better bet he’ll clean everything up, spic and span. For a while, he’ll be a little loopy after letting loose and turning someone into goop, but you dismiss it rather easily. He isn’t directing it at you, nor is he saying anything questionable.

Instead, you end up liking this strange episode of his. He’s just as affectionate, and doesn’t make a huge fuss when you kiss him outside the bedroom. In fact, he returns it, and you’re pleasantly surprised by his boldness. He could even initiate kisses in public, and not the shorter, innocent pecks. Breathless ones are more like it.

Oliver wouldn’t call himself bold. He’s just reveling in how lucky he is that you’re just as into him as you were yesterday. So long as you think he’s sane and lovable, he’ll believe it too.

[theunderneath]

OMG, what would happen if the 2p Allies scared their (s.o) so bad to the point out of instinct and reflex they punched them in the face so hard they broke their nose.😂

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This is a good ask. I think I’d break my hand before I could break someone’s nose.

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2p America/Allen F. Jones

“SH-”

- If you don’t knock him out with that punch then be prepared for a beating. His anger issues take over completely. Doesn’t matter the reason, he’s pissed. He’ll stop when you start to cry. Cause it snaps him back to reality. He’ll treat your wounds, and apologize once he realizes that it was a mistake.

2p England/Oliver Kirkland

*Glaring while crying*

- He angers for about a second before he realizes it was a mistake. Then feels bad he scared you so bad that you hit him. If you don’t help him treat his nose though. He’ll give you the side-eye thinking you did it on purpose. If you do help him though. He’ll be over the moon.

2p France/Jean Bonnefoy

*Staring at you with a dead look in his eyes* “You’ll have to make this up to me.”

- He’s a little angry. Not enough to raise his hand but still. After making you treat his nose and apologies to him he’ll have you “make it up”. He’ll probably want some cuddle on the couch with kisses. Or sex depends on his mood. Either way, you're making it up to him.

2p Canada/James Mathieu Williams

*Letting his bloody nose just drip while staring at you* 

- He doesn't know how to react at all. Should he be angry or apologize for scaring you? If you don't apologize immediately his anger issues might take over. And trust me. No one likes an angry James. If you do apologize and try and help him then he’ll turn to mush and forgive you.

2p Russia/Viktor Braginsky

*Holding his nose* “I’m sorry for scaring you but apologize now.”

- It was probably an accident that he scared you but still. He immediately wants an apology. He does understand your reaction, more so than others. Couldn’t help it and he shouldn’t punish that. Still a little upset but overall fine with what happened.

2p China/Xiao Wang

“EHegsfuhivhsehs!” *Sobbing*

- He was definitely high when he scared you, that makes it worse. He won’t hurt you. Just gonna be a big baby about it. He’s in pain and high off his ass. He literally doesn't know what just happened. Just comfort him for a little and fix his nose. Give him some snacks and he’ll be fine.

[shini--chan]

That God ask was amazing!! Can you do the same but for 2pEngland?

For this one, I decided to go in the direction of Irish mythology, to mix matters up a bit. 

Yandere 2p! England - Transcendence

Oliver’s sixth sense would be tingling the moment he would meet you and therefore, he would be on guard. Perhaps your connection to the divine would be what would really pique his interest in the first place. Anyhow, he would be cautious as a tiger encountering a new animal, and also stalk you as dedicatedly. All your strengths and weaknesses that he would witness would be categorised and seared into his memory. Chances are that he might catch on to your more supernatural talents through his stalking. This man would try to prepare for your more uncommon talents as best as he can. 

Alas! it wouldn't be enough. Some of your aces wouldn't be revealed until much later. Oliver would be seething with rage. It would also be one of the few moments where the foundation of his obsession would be hate instead of just love. You'd be far more slippery than he anticipated; perhaps you would even catch him in one of his own traps. 

Back to the drawing board then. He would go ahead to sift through every interaction that he had with you, every single piece of information on you that he'd gathered, all in search of a weakness that he could use to control you. Minor softspots wouldn't be enough, it would have to be something bombastic to establish his spot on the top of the food chain. Then it would dawn upon him - you have a geas, a taboo that you would have to adhere to lest you want to lose all your powers. You could even die from breaking it. 

Using this as an ultimatum, he would corner you into being with him. Either be with him and return his affections or have him force you to break the taboo placed on you. The wise move here would be to place a geas on him in return, should you be powerful enough. Watch out though - it could backfire on you. 

Of course, it could be that you'd simply not have such a convenient archillie's heel and that he would have to resort to other measures. Hair-thin fetters made from the roots of mountains and fish breath or binding your shadow and using it to control would be methods he might follow through on. 

[yanwriter-archive]

Update on blog and Upcoming Works

Hello! It’s been a very long time! I won’t bore you with details, but I will say that I’m back! I have a few things I am working on, so my requests are closed for now, but over half of my requests were deleted by accident! So once I open them up, feel free to request something you may have requested before!

- Yanwriter

Upcoming works (No particular order)

1p Russia, 1p Germany, 2p Russia, and 2p Germany trying to convince the boss of Fem! Reader country to get married

2p France, 2p America, 2p Canada, and 2p England with a s/o that is emotionally sensitive

2p Russia and 2p China with a s/o who is emotionally sensitive

Yandere Nyo!Belarus General headcanons

Yandere Netherlands

Yandere Viking Sweden

A yandere Denmark Fic (I’m so excited for this!!)

[lovesickitalian]

(This one is pretty dark so I’m going to put a little trigger warning here.)

May I get some short headcannons for how the 1p/2p Ita trio (+2p England) would react to finding insults carved into the skin of their cutesy, soft spoken s/o? (Self made of course)

(A/N:) does seborga even have a 2p version of himself? I honestly don’t know...so I decided to just cover his 1p, I hope you don’t mind!

Also I might’ve overdone this a bit uh,,

(C/W:) self harm , please proceed with caution.

1p! n.Italy

Huh? What was that on your skin? Where did you get that from?

Feliciano wouldnt know what to do; remaining stunned once finally catching a glimpse of the wounds that adorned your soft skin.

Why would you do that?

Strangely, Feliciano would start tearing up once finally regaining himself. Pulling you into his arms and hugging you as tightly as he could— sobbing and whispering sweet nothings that contradicted the words carved into your skin while doing so. “Bella...that’s not true at all! Please don’t...please don’t think of yourself like this."

2p! n.italy

Luciano wouldn’t know what to think of it at first.

Usually, he’d love to see such marks on you— your damaged, bloody skin making his spine shiver in pleasure. But now...he only found himself to be rather angered by this, maybe because he wasn’t the cause of it, or maybe due to the specific words that were carved into your body.

Perhaps it was a bit out of character of him, but he also felt a bit of pity.

Luciano would immediately demand a reason as to why you were doing this— what lead you to doing this, and why you didn’t just go to him for help.

Of course, if you were harming yourself like this just because of a specific someone then it would only be reasonable to return the gesture, right?

1p! s.Italy

Romano blinked, once, twice... before immediately grasping your hand and pulling you towards him; forcefully pulling your sleeve down as to confirm his suspicions— and it did, much to his dismay.

"Who did this?"

He would ask, trying his best not to snap right then and there. Romano knew they were most likely self made— but he didn’t want to believe. Not until you nodded in shame.

So yes, he did end up snapping.

Romano would be angry at you for not trusting him enough with your inner struggles, though, he’d especially be angry at himself for not noticing earlier, angry at himself for just...letting it happen behind his back.

2p! s.Italy

Why were you harming yourself? Why were you damaging your beautiful skin?

Flavio would immediately panic, tears running down his face as he examined your body for any other damage which he hoped wouldn’t be there...but alas, the Italian’s hope was quickly crushed in a matter of seconds.

The mere sight of these wounds— these words on your skin almost made him faint on the spot. Who put such disgusting ideas in your head?

He would immediately try comforting you; pulling you into his arms and patting your head. Flavio wanted to harm whoever did this to you, he really did. But making sure you were okay was his top priority right now.

1p! seborga

Romeo would have a similar reaction to Flavio’s, honestly.

He would panic upon first laying his eyes on the horrifying wound, immediately asking if you were okay, and asking who exactly had harmed you like that— until it all dawned upon him, realization hitting him like a truck.

You did this to yourself.

He didn’t know why...or how even you came to think of yourself like that, and he hated it. He hated how he couldn’t even notice the silent suffering you went through.

Trying to calm down, he’d try treating your recent wounds and patching them up— perhaps to make up for his failure.

2p! england

Oliver would be strangely calm, holding your hand and lifting it up so he could observe your wounds more clearly. After a while of him taking in all of this— he’d look up at you, his usual smile on his face before pulling you towards his room.

Treating your more recent looking wounds, he wouldn’t say anything. Seemingly entranced by the many words that adorned your skin...before he finally perked up and asked why you did this.

Depending on your answer (whether it was because of other people or not) he’d simply hum in acknowledgement, either deciding to stay and comfort you, or standing up and stating that he had a quick...errand to run.

[thatgirlyourejected]

Helpless reader x England x America x 2p England, 2p America part 2

No ai used her at all! As an American I’ll be using my past experience as how some stereotypes are true.

Part 1

(Y/n) ignored her phone for the rest of the day, completely done with the England ai, or Arthur it insisted on being called.

“Who just stereotypes someone… I mean I’ll admit yes I’m loud but, that’s only because of past experience growing up.” Growing up in school we are crammed in a classroom with 30+ kids and 1 or 2 teachers, everyone is different not just with personality or where they come from home wise, but in learning disabilities or disabilities in general. In my experience the classroom was always loud, to even talk to someone raising my voice was normal, all the way to high school. Even after graduating I still have the loud voice I was accustomed to, it’s to the point I don’t realize how loud I get, my family and friends have to remind me, I’m glad they all do it gently, I’d be heart broken if they got annoyed. I sigh, I guess one stereotype is true, but there’s also reason why it’s true, we learn it. I’m starting to wish people looked more into why the stereotype is and less of just feeling disdain for it.

I decided to not look or message the man for the rest of the day, filling my day with cleaning, reading, and cooking… I don’t really have a job other than maintaining my parents home, and taking care of them. The Covid epidemic right after I graduated halted almost everything for me, I really wanted to go to (college/work) for (pick your desired major/job) but here I am without an id, and no driver’s license but all the skills of a house wife. I even made homemade gingerbread the day before Christmas (if you want the recipe I’ll give it to you just request) they were a huge hit. I also made a few large batches of double chocolate chip cookies for a party of 30 people from scratch, another huge hit, (ask for this recipe I’ll give it to you) hah I do hang out with friends I have 2 very close friends and we hang out together. Anyway what I’m trying to say is my days are never truly empty.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

America's Master List

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

[basement-writings]

just because you said the magic word anon~✨

~~~

~Yandere 2P!Allies x Country!Reader~

-2p China-

You first caught Xiaos attention by giving a speech at one of the meetings that he rarely ever attended.

But this time he was glad he went to the stupid meeting. Just to see your eyes flare with passion and with such purpose that the drugs in his system couldn't even block it out.

It felt like the first time he tried drugs, the feeling of losing yourself under its control, though it dulled over time the more he took it which led him to looking for more harder drugs, which too, dulled over time.

But you, you had awoken that feeling of it back inside of him which he thought he had lost long ago.

It was something he couldn't lose, he had to must get more of it.

Just like if you give a racoon food,

it's going to come back for more.

~~~

~2p Russia~

You first met the intimating Russian was when your two countries were doing a public announcement that the two of you had to attend.

Something about having y'all be side by side while your bosses sign papers was to show how close y'all were supposed to be.

Politics politics politics...

He had been through these type of meetings before with many different countries, it wasn't that important to him, still, it was majorly just to look nice and pretty for everyone to see.

Making a few adjustments to his outfit outside the doors waiting for you, (even pondering if you were even going to show up once) but when he saw you in your best outfit walking to see him, all his thoughts vanished.

Something about you had made him stop momentarily before he regained himself (though with his resting bitch face it was hard to tell on your part) to properly greet You.

He had a habit of judging people when he first met them, seeing if they were worth his time to talk too, but when he looked at you he couldn't tell what made you so special to him. It almost scared him.

maybe this meeting wasn't going to be as dreedful as he had thought.

~~~

~2p France~

Let's just say when you first met the Louise, it wasn't in the most ideal place.

Not behind a Building smoking a cigarette, trying to calm your nerves before a meeting.

When you threw open the back door and hitting a certain Frenchman causing him to drop his own cigarette, you knew you were screwed.

When you were about to get cursed out in French you quickly apologized even going as far to try to not get even more beat up as you thought you were, by trying to say sorry in French.

He just kept staring down at you with a blank exspression as you quickly excused yourself to go to the meeting. You felt like you were going to accend when he walked into the meeting and sat right next to you, just your luck.

Afterwards you went back behind the building (making sure to not hit anymore) to see that you were alone, much to your relief. It wasn't until your back got smacked by the door did someone join you saying "Thats payback for earlier.."

Softly you chuckled and offered him a cigarette saying "Even?" Which he let a sign out but took one.

As the two of you just sat in the ally in silence when he casually looked over at you, feeling a tiny bit irritated that you were still nice to him even after he purposefully smacked the door with you and even went as far to offer him a cigarette.

it confused him to find a genuinely nice person.

And as you went back inside, leaving him, he couldn't help but feel like he wanted it for himself...

and only for himself.

~~~

~2p England~

oooohhhhh boy did you mess up-

So stupid for you to procrastinate on delivering papers, now you gotta act like a delivery boy today, running around with a stack of papers and putting them in their correct place.

Didn't make things better when you ran straight into someone, causing all your papers to fly

e v e r w h e r e

Not even adding onto the fact that the dish of cookies that the brightly colored Brit was carrying got frosting and crumbs all over them.

Just your luck...

Trying to hastily gather all your papers and try to get the icing off some of them(more like smudge it into the papers more), you didnt notice how the Brit was so close to you before you looked up, staring right into his colorful eyes.

"You have a bit of frosting on your cheek poppet!" Wiping it away with his hand.

The odd gesture left you feeling a bit touched but you couldn't stall, you still had to get the papers delivered.

Excusing yourself you quickly got up and continued on your way, making it a point to repay him later and to be more mindful of who's around the corner.

Oliver continued to stare at you as you left, the feeling of Butterfly's in his stomach being replaced with a stinging pain with seeing you disappear behind a corner.

He made it a point to see you again,

he just had to.

~~~

~2p America~

You had decided to go to one of the local bars to celebrate your countries Independence Day.

The whole city was booming with fireworks, dancing, and of course, drinking.

It was a day that you looked forward to for the whole year, a day filled with joy and being proud of what you represented.

It felt nice to unwind for day (since it was a national holiday your boss let you have the day off), you sorta lost yourself when you started dancing to the music that was blasting in the streets, merging in with all the drunks as fireworks lit up the sky.

What happened next happened so quickly that it took your drunken mind a minute to process.

You had tripped over yourself bumping into a stranger, and if it hadn't been for them catching you, you would have hit the hard pavement of the road.

"I've seen you've fallen for me, dollface!"

Was all the stranger said with looking at your confused and drunken face. All you could do then was just burst out laughing as the two of you started dancing together.

It was then that Allen knew he had fallen for you, your laugh. It was like nothing he had ever heard before, and it was the only thing he wanted to hear!

He only wanted to see you happy from that day onwards.

He would do anything to just see you smile and laugh.

~~~

✨hope you like it anon!