#yandere 2p Denmark

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was hoping if you would be willing to do the 2p Nordics with a very short s/o? NSFW if possible!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this :D fair warning tho I'm tall so I naturally don't have a lot of experience with being short ^^;;;

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

He likes it a little too much in the wrong way (cough pervert cough)

He thinks that you being tinier than him is cute, and he will make you wear cute stuff and then fuck you in it, the size difference turns him on

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

He's already short enough as it is and he hates it, thinks it makes him look weak. That also applies to a possible SO, you would ideally be tall and lean so you can defend yourself and fight of course

He likes it in the bedroom kinda, he prefers having power over you, but that's about it, he'd still fuck you regardless of height, he just finds taller people to be better mates

2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson

Also prefers an SO who is shorter than him, so you're in luck, because he definitely enjoys the power trip of having a shorter SO both inside and outside the bedroom

It also makes it much easier to kidnap you and tie you to the bed until you agree to be his. His communication skills are shit, blame Loki for that one. Actually none of them really taught him any of that

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen

He doesn't have a preference for height other than it being close to his own. You can be as short as you like and he'll still kidnap you, force a love potion on you and then treat you like his most precious play thing

A short SO definitely also gets the short end of the stick, as he overpowers them more easily that way, size matters in this case

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

His preferences lean towards a shorter SO but it's not really as outspoken as some of the others preferences. Mostly he likes picking up a short SO and swinging you around like in a dance and also because it's easier to move you around during sex if you're small

His yandere tendencies also have him leaning towards shorter people, they are easier to control physically. It's gonna be fun that day a short person absolutely wrecks him because he thinks them a weakling

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

I'm a little late for mermay, can you do mermaid or pirate Nordics falling in love with an Octomer darling that they've seen occasionally above water ( the darling prefers not to be seen around the surface to much, they prefer to be in deep waters. ). You can decide if you want them yandere or not.

Happy Mermay to one and all. Let the warm ocean waves carry you away to the lagoons full of colors and fun.

It’s never too late!! As I write this almost a year later… I also mixed the ideas of pirates and mermaids around. Same with Yandere and non, I hope you don’t mind.

            The smell of salt and subtle sulfur accompanied the ocean’s crashing waves like the scent of fresh popcorn at a busy theater. The grey stones were warm and smooth as (Y/N) basked upon them.

            Stretching and curling her inky tentacles, she shifted more fully onto the tiny, sea stack. Cozy in nature’s embrace, the great Cecelia of the North Sea allowed her eyes to flutter shut to the sea’s lullaby.

Blissfully unaware of the eyes.

Eyes that were full of a painful longing that burned like the dying remains of an oil fire on a starless ocean night. Maybe… He thought they could be together. Maybe, their worlds could be one.

Yandere

            Denmark: The cacophony of loud howls and jeers shocked (Y/N) awake. Scrambling with contracting leucophores turning her body whiter than seafoam to escape the quickly approaching wooden whaler.

Instead of diving off the rocks into the cool sea, the Cecelia smashed into the thick, coarse, rope net. As the fibers tightened around her flexible body (Y/N) screamed and flailed.

Her sharp claws did nothing against the harsh strands as she was lifted away from the depths.

Louder the cheers became as she swung above the rowdy crew. Their hands reached to pull at (Y/N)’s form, in return, she gnashed her sharp teeth at them. Clawing for any flesh to destroy in hopes that creating fear would cause them to return her to the sea.

Each strike was like a failed hunt as each swipe became more sluggish. She thought the torture would never end when a loud voice called for the men to stop.

Silently, all eyes turned to the wheelhouse. She shivered as the blond man stepped down the wooden steps, walking closer. His men moved aside like fish before a shark. Though, she was the only prey in his violet-blue gaze.

Frozen she watched as he slowly reached out his scarred hand. The callous palm rested on her cold, moist tentacle seeming to savor her. 

(Y/N) hissed and lunged causing the net to sway. Grinning as her claws dripped red from catching the captain's hand.

His men somehow became stiller than a sea before a hurricane, and the Great Cecelia paid them no mind. Focused on her small win.

The captain looked at his injured hand before chuckling. Loudly it rang through the silence before the crew joined like terrified seagulls. 

“Thank min havkanin for the mark, but” He turned to the men behind him. “I think you need time to calm down. Don't you lot agree?!"

The chorus was louder than any whale song as the men affirmed their captain. 

"Then to the tank!" He yelled, before licking the blood off his hand.

Smiling as he made eye contact with (Y/N). 

            Sweden: As the sun passed its peak, (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of her tightened skin as it dried. Stretching should have been relaxing, but the state of her skin was more akin to a fresh sunburn after a nap in the summer.

Sluggishly she slunk back to the depths, shivering as the cold enveloped her. Quickly, her body readjusted to its primary environment, swirling in a graceful twirl as she sank to the seafloor.

The sand puffed like a smoke cloud as she rested, observing the blue world as a rumble came from her stomach.

A familiar scent bloomed like an anemone across the current. Blood, fresh and fishy.

Eyes dilated, (Y/N) followed the scent. Wondering if the injured being would be simple prey, or if would it lead her to a feeding frenzy that should be avoided.

Around the stones and across the sand, she glided. Stopping when the source was in sight.

A small, silver herring speared on what appeared to be a string of crystal struggled in front of a dark tube.

(Y/N) stalked closer, her curiosity pushing aside any fear as she reached for the fish. Her hand was a breath away when the fish was snagged back.

She blinked. Stunned, but that nagging of wanting, pushed her on. Forcing her way into the dark tube.

The fish glinted in the low light. Slowly, she again reached forward. Fingertips grazed the smooth scales when a loud bang turned her world black.

Gasping, (Y/N) turned and pushed against the now-closed entrance. Whimpers and cries hurting her throat from overuse. Deafening her from the subtle scrapping.

A sudden jostle banged her against the end of the trap as she was again exposed to the light.

Her hands pressed against the now clear sides to stabilize against the rocking movement. Her eyes froze on the whitetip shark man that was carrying her away.

His sharp smile offered no comfort as his muffled voice spoke to her.

“Ready to go home sjöstjärna?”

            Norway: Those thoughts of oneness rang through his mind like a belled buoy during a storm. Creating visions of a happy future that were as vivid as lighting.

Lidolf swam closer, timing his strokes with the tide. Hoping the foam hid his black-and-white form.

 As the cetacean was stilled by the pile of stone, he monitored his future mate for movement.  Slowly he lifted his hands over the rocks, dropping drops of seawater onto them. Hovering over her hips.

  There was no hesitation as Lidolf clamped down. Digging his claws into her soft flesh as he ripped her away from the world above.

The blond orca laughed as his manet began her panicked struggle. Her teeth and claws only left scratches in his blubbery hide.

He forced her head close as he nuzzled her neck, rapidly swimming off. Taking her away far from the warmth above while speaking promises of their new home.

Hours passed as the water chilled and large ice floats appeared, and (Y/N) began to weaken from the struggle. Her voice felt hoarse from screaming curses and insults at her captor. The Cecealia’s tentacles and arms hung limply with bruised tips.

With heavy eyes, (Y/N) noted how the never-quiet Lidolf had silenced himself. His face was stoic with focus as he gazed at different floats.

Suddenly, he popped up with a “That’s it!” and rushed between two colliding bergs. Turning sharply to the left before swimming into a large iceberg, that was protected by thick floats.

Once deep within the icy wall, (Y/N) felt Lidolf finally release his titanium grip. She seized the opportunity, pushing his arms aside. Putting distance between her and the orca male.

Eye to eye, they remained in a standoff. (Y/N) tensed as Lidolf spread his arms, welcoming her to their icy home.

“As I told you hours ago, I’m not your MATE!”

Dashing, (Y/N) used her tentacles to propel herself forward and around the crazed merman reaching for her again.

The chase felt one-sided as (Y/N) twisted and turned looking for the exit, and waiting for the orca to pull her back. Bite her with a claim and drag her deeper in. 

Looking back, that would have been a daydream compared to the nightmare he used. 

She had reached the exit, ready to bolt into the dark sea when his voice bounced off the ice in a language unknown to modern sea life. As quickly as it rumbled, it faded. Leaving (Y/N) frozen in silence.

When nothing happened, (Y/N) cautiously shuffled. She placed one tentacle out into the unknown, allowing it to curl against the uneven surface. The moment it settled, she screamed.

 Burning, red sigils ran up her form like fire racing over oil causing her to collapse against the berg. 

Panting, shaking (Y/N) was vulnerable to the gentle arms that scooped her. Tightly she was cradled against Lidolf, as he placed kisses along her hairline. Murmuring Norwegian comforts.

“What have you done to me?”

Clicking, Lidolf nuzzled her once more. “Making sure min manet stays home.”

            Iceland: (Y/N) scrunched her face as a small, warm current of air blew across her face. It didn’t last long before it disappeared, but that peace also didn’t last as another blew across her face. The Cecelia groaned and swatted the air hoping that the breeze came from a stubborn bug or stupid gull.

As her arm came down again, a deep giggle erupted like metal being dropped on a tile.

She snapped to attention like a spooked alligator. Nose to nose, she was with a charcoal-haired merman that had the brightest yellow eyes that she had ever seen.

“Who are you!?”

“Me?!” Cocked the cetacean male while putting his hand on his thin chest. “I’m Erlingr, sjókindin mín.”

Umming, (Y/N) opened her mouth to question the strange name forced upon her when Erlingr leaned forward. Their noses almost touched again.

“Do you wanna play a game?”

His request sounded innocent, but something in the tone wasn’t. Like a stranger holding candy doesn’t appear harmful, there is something about him that causes the skin to prickle.

“No,” (Y/N) shook as she slowly sunk back into the sea. “I’ve got to go.”

Her endeavor for distance was halted when Erlingr popped up in a flurry of bubbles.

He questioned why not, there is no harm in having fun.

Again, (Y/N) pushed back. Claiming she had to go hunt and reset her cove.

With each excuse (Y/N) could see how his fists tightened and he drew ever closer. Forcing her against the stone and blocking all exits.

There was no space left for breathing and she snapped at the skinny dolphin. Demanding he let her go with a futile push.

Erlingr leaned back and smiled showing his sharp teeth. “If you win my game, I will. But…”

“But?”

“If you fail, you come home with me.”

            Finland: The sea’s movement may have rocked the dingy, but the man within paid it no mind. Instead, his mind was occupied by his merienkelini on the stone. Her sleeping form would make his work so much easier.

Carefully, the Finnish pirate lifted the modified musket from the wooden floor. Adjusted the weapon for perfect alignment despite the constant motion of the ocean.

Click, boom!

The dart flew and hit (Y/N). The dart scraping only woke her a moment before the medication within knocked her back into dreamland.

Within minutes Niilo had rowed his boat to the sea stack. Tying it to the rock as he moved his prize onto the wet floor.

He smiled at her unconscious form before reaching for the small flare under his seat.

 Another series of clicks and boom turned the sky a flash red.

His crew would be here soon, and hopefully, his merienkelini will enjoy her tank.

Regular

            Denmark: Underneath the waves circled a blunt-nosed six-gill merman. His pale and tan countershading blended him in well with the sand as he stared at the being above the waves. Paying no mind to the mackerel that struggled in his right hand.

Breathing deeply, he floated to the surface, dragging the panicking fish with him. A look of determination in his violet-blue eyes as he closed in on Cecelia.

Using his hands, Markell lifted himself to be level with the stone top. Eye to eye he was with the now awoken mermaid.

For a moment he stared, savoring the way her head cocked to the side with droopy eyes made her look like a newborn seal pup.

“Umm… Can I help you?”

Blinking, Markell nodded before slamming the mackerel on the stone. Dazing the large fish.

“Care to share a meal, havkanin?”

            Sweden: Before slumber can fully pull (Y/N) under its spell, a gentle hum rose above the crashing wave. At first, she tried ignoring it thinking it was nothing more than a passing cruise celebrating some odd human milestone. But as the singing grew louder she twitched.

Once, then twice as the serenade continued its crescendo.

The great Cecelia slowly lifted herself on to her arms. Cautiously, glancing around the ocean surface for the owner of the voice.

To her surprise, it was not from a great yacht, but a small dingy that bounced against the gentle waves. Inside sat a man dressed in a blue captain’s coat with a peacock feather in his black tricorne. He smiled as his voice carried tales of pirates and their adventures.

Seemingly unnoticed, (Y/N) swam closer, quietly propelled by her tentacles. As the wooden side became eye level, she reached out and held to the smooth side.

Her grip bumped the boat, causing (Y/N) to wince as the soothing siren stopped.

A dark shadow overhead caused her to look up.

The man’s face was under the sea looking directly into her (E/C) eyes. His black-framed glasses almost floated away from his own gun-steel eyes.

“Hello, sjöstjärna!” He bubbled.

            Norway: Explosions rang loud like thunder and threw up water in the form of splashes like a reverse rainstorm. The aftershocks caused the sea stack to sway before it crumbled, throwing (Y/N) back into the freezing depths.

She gasped, watching as the marine life fled before the sinking balls of iron. Hastily resurfacing, (Y/N) turned in multiple circles, looking for the cause of the chaos.

Before she could locate anything, a screaming whistle forced her back into the water. The splash from above allowed for an easy dodge of the sinking cannonball.

As more iron rained from above, (Y/N) dove deep, hiding within the remains of the stack.

It felt like hours as she hid from the surface violence.

Eventually, the fury above slowed to a drizzle of metal before stopping altogether with darkness.

 Biting her lip (Y/N) slowly placed a tentacle in the exposed sand. Resting it for a second before quickly pulling it back. Hesitantly she repeated the process with more of her body until she was able to gaze up.

Above was the bottom of a large vessel. Its dark wood appeared well sealed but covered in barnacles like the great whales.

In an almost crawl, she swam to the side of the boat and surfaced. To be greeted once more by a splash.

Her attempt to bolt back to the newly formed cave was spoiled by warm flesh.

Thrashing, (Y/N) realized that one of the humans had grabbed her. Holding her in a grip that rivaled her own.

Teeth gnashing, (Y/N) arched backward. Ready to soak those ivory points red when she froze like stunned prey.

Scars.

All over they covered him like stripes on a sand tiger. (Y/N) expected someone like this to be ready to kill her, drag her from the sea, and skewer her like pork on a spit. Yet, he smiled and gazed at her like a lost treasure finally found.

The strange man took advantage of the confusion, bringing her back to the surface. He took a deep breath to restore what he lost while under the waves.

Her confusion deepened like an abyss when with no introduction, he made a request.

“Are you willing to join me on a quest, Manet?”

            Iceland: (Y/N) choked on the air as a sudden splash awoke her from the world of dreams. Her (h/c) hair clung to her like a second skin as she coughed up the coarse irritation that had taken residency in her throat.

A simple sweep of her hand not only corrected her dripping hair but also allowed her to take in the odd sight before her.

It was a skinny, young man, barely in years of adulthood. His bright, magma-yellow eyes looked like they should have popped, but instead, they were sunk in from starvation. Dark hair that must have once rivaled pure ebony looked more like an off-grey from days of grime.

Yet, despite the obvious suffering he smiled at her with Labrador energy.

“Hi!” he greeted as he reached for her arms. Missing as (Y/N) drew them closer to herself. “My name's Erlingr but call me Eri!”

(Y/N) continued to curl in on herself as she gave the young man a bombastic side-eye. “H-h-how did you get here?”

Erlingr’s smile somehow got bigger as he told the tale of his older brother, Lidolf leaving him behind. Claiming that his senior had ordered him to guard their treasure until his return. Which he believed would be any day now.

“Are you sure? It sounds like he stranded you to die?”

The stranded pirate sputtered in offense. “Of course not! Lidolf loves me, and even if he tried our brothers would have stopped him!”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but raise a brow at the lone man. “Ookay then… But why engage with me then?”

“Because I’m alone, and I see that you’re always alone. And I thought someone as pretty as you, sjókindin, shouldn’t be alone.”

Now, it was (Y/N)’s turn to feel offended as she felt heat flush under her skin. “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M ALONE!”

“Well…” Erlingr started. “For the last month I’ve been here, I’ve never seen you talk to or interact with anything.”

(Y/N) attempted to argue that was only on the surface. Under the sea, there was plenty of social activity for the cecealia.

But, he rebutted by mentioning how in a twenty-four-hour period, she was either above the surface or near it for at least eighteen hours. Which meant she was sleeping in a den the rest of the time.

Dumbfounded, the mer could only stare in confused silence. How was she supposed to respond to him?

“So, you wanna be friends?”

            Finland: (Y/N) felt something rough against her tentacles that rested in the tide. Startled and wide awake she glanced around the surface, looking for suspicious shadows.

There was nothing. Not a wave off beat, splash uncounted, and floating object unnoticed.

Still, the prickling feeling lingered as her chest tightened. She felt like she was gazing into the face of her executioner as she leaned closer to the sea. Hoping a closer view would expel her fears.

(Y/N) gasped as her hearts raced when a shark silhouette erupted from the darkness. Its large, serrated teeth sawing into her tentacles as momentum breached the fish from the ocean.

Together cecealia and shark flew in an arch before crashing back into the water below. An array of bubbles, ink, and blood blinded (Y/N) as she thrashed. The shark chomped and shook (Y/N) like a treat filled chew toy.

She tried to claw at the dead eyes while screeching like a banshee, but it was futile against the shark’s shakes.

As the water transformed from a dark purple to a cloudy ruby, (Y/N)’s vision was overtaken by black spots. She could feel the knife-like teeth cleave deeper into her flesh, about to sever it.

WHAM!

The red cloud split as she sank, free from death’s jaws.

Her numbing mind attempted to process the lone, long figure fighting off her predator. His claws gliding through the shark skin like it was soggy paper, leaving red tides in the wake.

The vision spots had changed to a growing dark edge. Gradually it took over, leaving her alone with the final sound she heard was a haunting howl.

The darkness remained for (Y/N) as she contemplated whether the pain she felt was meant as a punishment in death or that she had survived the fearsome beast. If it was the latter, how many hours had it been, and how did she?

“I know you’re awake merienkelini.”

(Y/N)’s (E/C) eye cracked open revealing a simple cave. Its grey walls had been craved from centuries of tiny movements, but that wasn’t what held her interest.

 The long, Harbour Porpoise merman that watched her with crossed arms did. As she stared at the annoyed man, faded scars became obvious. They littered his pale human half and speckled down to the grey and white tail.

“Um… How did I get here?”

The merman rolled his red eyes as he scoffed. “Did the shark tango really take that much out of you?”

“Yes.” She murmured, looking down at her seaweed-bandaged body. Wincing at the loss of three tentacles.

The sound of a disgruntled sigh and shuffle of movement brought her attention back to him.

“Names Niilo and…” He sighed again with a small blush. “I guess you can stay with me until you’ve recovered.”

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia Kiss Headcanons (2p!Nordics)

(Minus Iceland. See the pinned post for the reason why).

Headcanons on how the 2p!Hetalia characters would kiss their S/O, as well as who I think would initiate your first kiss as a couple.

2p!Denmark: Markell tends to be more quiet and reserved than his 1p! counterpart, and his kisses reflect this. Kisses from Markell are usually slow and soft, allowing you to be lightly scratched from the stubble on his chin. I can also see him being the kind of guy to lazily press a kiss to your cheek to say good morning, as well as good night. These kisses aren't rare, but they don't happen too often either. It really depends on his mood. But if you want to kiss him on your own, he's not gonna complain. It's probably you who initiates your first kiss as a couple.

2p!Sweden: Bernard's kisses can either be sweet and affectionate or possessive and dominating. There is no in-between. This man's a yandere, so his kisses will entirely depend on his mood and where he personally thinks your relationship is at. If he thinks your relationship is going well and you're not spending time with other guys (or whatever genders you're attracted to), his kisses will be oh-so affectionate. But if he happens to find you hanging around other guys, or he feels you may leave him, he'll grab you by the arms and pull you forward, slamming his lips upon yours, maybe even biting your lip. Given how affectionate he is, he'd be the one to initiate the first kiss between you two.

2p!Norway: Kisses from Loki are warm, intense, and leave you feeling as if your soul's on fire. He'd like to hold your hands as you kiss before peppering your face with little kisses along your cheeks and nose. He can be pretty impulsive, so understand that he'll be giving you surprise kisses throughout the day. He also likes to give you a small kiss on the ear, thoroughly enjoying the way you shudder as his breath hits your skin. Between the two of you, he'd be the one initiating that first kiss.

2p!Finland: Kisses with Thurston are so rare they may as well be nonexistent. He seems to permanently be in a bad mood. Many of his kisses seem to be reluctant, only happening when you kiss him first. However, this doesn't mean that he never kisses you. On the exceptionally rare occasion, he does kiss you, it's a very quick peck on the lips. But he can become more affectionate when drunk, landing a sloppy, lazy kiss on your lips before resting a head on your shoulder. Because of his stubborn nature, you'd have to be the one to initiate that first kiss.

[ella-chan-or-evelynp]

so I’m planning to make a Mochidex clone that has more mochis than the original and has mochis based on characters from different franchises other than hetalia that I’m going to make in the future

you can probably get your mochisonas drawn by requesting me on my straw page thats still not finish

but here are the current mochis and pixels that I made for this non profit project

my mochisona that has a denmark pin

tw blood on the next mochi

2p mochisona who is a yandere to Denmark

A romeo and Cinderella inspired mochi

Mardard island mochi who’s actually based on my friend gati’s fake country by the same name

And finally a joke mochi that’s my mochisona with a black line

probably gonna make more of these lmao

[yandere-dark-cupid]

Which of the 2p Nordic would be the worst at stalking? Like, being unprepared, or getting distracted, or even worse, getting caught. Or, if all answers are dismal, who fails the most?

Interesting question. I'm going to start from the bottom and work my way to the top 😌.

3#/ 2P Sweden: Bernard, like his 1P; He sticks out like a sore thumb in a crowd. Plus mixed in with that fact he's a straight up creep, is just setting him up for failure. It's safe to say he gets caught way too easily. He also gets distracted by you from time to time.

2#/ 2P Denmark: He doesn't even try to hide the fact he's stalking you. Nor does he care less if he gets caught up in the act.

1#/ 2P Iceland: He doesn't really do stalking to be honest with you, he prefers to be tight nitted with you. However if it somehow can't be helped, He'll try his best to watch you from a far ( stalk you ). But given that he easily gets bored paired up with the fact he doesn't like you being away from his presence for to long, he'll just straight up go up to you and try to hang out. Very short with patience and gets distracted.

Honestly. I feel like Iceland could be removed from this little list. And in a Future writing, I'll say why and provide reasons for that. But for now he stays 🙂. All in all, I had fun with this. Well Until next time my little tainted Angels, see you soon 💜❤💜 ~

[theunderneath]

Can you do 2p Nordics headcanon please

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Hmmmm The hardest to write for me, fun. Sorry if these are bad. I don’t got a good grasp on some of them

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2p Finland/Thurston Vainamoinen

“DON’T-... Don’t do that.”

- He is probably the most violent out of the five. Just listen to him and you’ll be fine. Probably. I low key think that he probably has bipolar disorder. Maybe not that but he dose have anger issues.

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

“My darling, my sweet, my love!”

- My favorite! I feel like he’s a really creepy nice guy. Just overall nice but gives off creepy ass vibes. He’s just overall normal gives off yandere vibes. Now that I think about t, that is probably the reason I like him so much.

2p Norway/Loki Bondevik

“You make my heart catch fire.”

- I get him confused with 2p Iceland. It’s bad. Anyways 100% is a secret sadist that likes to set his darling on fair. Likes leaving the marks on her body. Just makes him shivers with delight.

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

“Hmf, get over here.”

- My second favorite! I don’t know why either. Anyways I peg him as the calmest and composed one of the group. The center and foundation of the group. He’d make sure his darling would be ok, 10/10 yandere to have.

2p Iceland/Egil Steillson

“Love, I love you. That’s what this feeling is.”

- Again I get him confused with 2p Norway and I don’t know why. Anyways he’s probably the most sweetest or second sweetest to 2p Sweden. Though I feel like he doesn’t really know how to handle these feelings. 

[shini--chan]

The s/o wearing another countries flag but with the 1p and 2p nordics? Or just the 2p

Righto. These will be the 2ps for the meantime. !ps are coming up soon.

Yandere 2p! Nordics

Denmark

„I always knew that you resented me, this just confirms it”, he would spit as soon as you’d appear in that ghastly t-shirt, his stoic face not betraying emotion just his tone harsh as gravel.

Magnus would not be happy, although he is generally hard to please. This would just be a particular knife to his heart. Denmark is a generally a serious person and doesn’t really understand fun. He’ll understand a joke when it’s slapped in his face like a pie and even there, he’ll be snide and overall unpleasant. So, you’ll have a tough one wriggling out of this one.

He isn’t a talkative person so the argument following will be filled with terse comment that would be brimming with vitriol. The argument wouldn’t be resolved either as he’d see it as betrayal and proceed to give you the cold shoulder out of spite. In reality, it would be his insecurities rearing their ugly head. Just don’t point that out, it would make the whole matter worse. Let the poor chap live in his delusions of having no weaknesses.

You might think that he’ll rip it from your body in a moment of animalistic violence, but no, he’ll not even touch that filthy, sullied cloth. Instead, he would have you get rid of it yourself, in front of his eyes. Only then would he start to forgive you – emphasize on starting.

Finland

“So”, Thurston would drawl as he kept a firm hand on your wrist, even going as far to jerk your arm so that your muscles were even more strained. Really, having your arm so abruptly twisted behind your back isn’t good for your muscles. “This is what you want. Tell me, fairy queen, are you doing this on purpose to make me jealous?”

Seeing you prancing about in somebody else’s flag would ignite a fire in him of the sort he often had while being under Sweden’s thumb. The only negotiations that would be taking place would be of the aggressive sort, preferably with you somehow immobilised so that you couldn’t run away from here.

Why shouldn’t you, if you’d already turned traitor enough to wear another country’s flag? Besides, since in regard to his anger Thurston isn’t to be trifled with, you most likely would want too.

More all the patience he possesses, he’ll end up roughly pulling it over your head and giving it to his dogs as a chew toy. Afterwards, he’ll be sour about it for days. You would want to have an ace up your sleeve to cheer him up. On top of that, even if he may forgive you, he would never forget about the incident.

Iceland

It would almost be comical, the sight of him having his hands on his hips and chin lifted up as if he were so important. The tears glistening in his eyes would ruin it, as well as the distinct red flush of his cheeks. “I thought you were going to put on something nice for me”, he would whine, so bloody entitled that it just wasn’t mature anymore. Oh dear.

If somebody would kick up a right fuss about you dressing wrongly, it would be Egil. Forget reasoning, he’ll be a right brat about you walking around with that cheap fabric. He doesn’t care if it would just be a joke, or if the flag is just the seize of a thumb, he’ll be right at chewing both your ears off.

Iceland will keep guilt-tripping you – he’d ask if you’re mad at him and what he did to upset you. Before you know it, he would be spilling tears and using the offending piece of garment as a tissue. No, point out that he’s being childish wouldn’t help at all.

As soon as it is off, it would be in the trash. And don’t you dare try to retrieve it. 

Norway

“While you’re already pretty, my flame, now it is time to make you smoking hot!”, he’d cheer the moment he catches you in a shirt with the wrong colours.

Run. And hope that he wouldn’t find his matches at once. In a way, he’d take it surprisingly lightly, on the other, you would prefer to have him shout at you rather than set of to set the shirt on fire. And should it be more out of a lot of plastic, then you’ll be in double-trouble – it would be such a shame if you’d have to go to the hospital because you’d have molten plastic sticking to your skin.

While Loki wouldn’t like the sight, he would opt for an innovative solution. One that you in turn, would dread. Just happens to be your tough luck that Norway likes to solve all his problems with fire if possible.

For everybody’s sake, just take the shirt off and let him set it on fire. The prospect and realisation of burning something could give you a pretty good chance of coming off the hook.

Sweden

A pair of arms would wrap around your waist and squeeze you affectionately as your “lover” leaned down to inquired: “Now where did you find this.”

While his tone would be playful, but the emotional spectrum he’d be putting on display would only be the tip of the iceberg. Sure, he’ll tease you, maybe even humour you and just letting his discomfort out in some vague hints that you would probably fly over your head by how much he’ll be blabbering. But deep inside, an ugly feeling would fester in his chest and poison his thoughts – doubt.

It would make Felix comb through all his memories, trying to pinpoint where you starting drifting away from him. The notion of you waning to leave him would make him at erratic and that would be when matters would get very dangerous. It wouldn’t even occur to him to mention that it was that that really set him off. You’ll wind up somewhere in ropes not even knowing what your offence was.      

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

May I ask for yandere 1p & 2p Denmark headcanons (separately)? Thank you so so much 👉👈🥺💕🌸

(Please do not proceed if topics like kidnapping, stalking, or other things associated with the yandere trope trigger you! Make sure to take care of your mental health! 🖤)

1p Denmark:

- He will fall in and out of love at the drop of a hat, but only obsesses over those he knows would be perfect with him, if he doesn’t obsess then he feels like he isn’t in love enough and they deserve more

- He’ll give his crush gifts and sees their acceptance of such gifts as their acceptance of his love

- Kidnapping will hardly take long, probably hardly even a month, he craves to be around them, it’s almost like he requires their love to continue existing in this world

- He shows his affection a lot physically so he’ll end up giving a lot of hugs to his crush, even before they wake up in his basement

- He doesn’t get violent towards his crush, even if they spit in his face or hit him or scream or anything like that because he sees this as them just adjusting to their new life with him

- They won’t be tied up or anything, mostly because he knows he could definitely beat them if they were to ever rush at him or try to run for the door/phone

- He’ll have moments of intense clinginess where he just refuses to let go of them because he gets emotional at the thought of them ever leaving him

- They’ll just be sitting in the basement and he’ll be talking about wedding plans

- He’s not the best cook so his crush shouldn’t be expecting great meals but he puts in a lot of effort for them because he wants their happiness more than anything, unless that happiness means letting them go

2p Denmark:

- He doesn’t interact with many people so his crush will end up just being someone that catches his eye that he decides to follow

- He’ll stalk them, for the most part, not doing much other than keeping an eye on them and all of their daily habits to see if it’s someone he could see himself being with

- He’ll knock them out in their home before kidnapping them, he doesn’t want them making a huge fuss and attracting attention

- They’ll either stay in the basement or in the attic as both are soundproof and he isn’t too sure if he wants them being anywhere with a phone or anywhere someone who comes over is likely to look

- Ties them up in the basement, he doesn’t want them moving around too much or kicking things and making a mess

- They hit and he’ll hit back twice as hard but screaming in the same room is fine as he’ll just put on some noise-cancelling headphones and ignore them

- Just goes down to the basement with a drink and scrolls through his phone rather than actually talking to them or paying them much mind until they decide to stop screaming and calm down

- If they ask “Why are you doing this?” then he’ll answer with something like “Stalking you was getting tedious, but you don’t move anywhere here.”

- When he trusts them enough to go out with him, he’ll hold their hand and is not against breaking it if he thinks they’re going to run

[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!!)

[alfredosauce50]

Something’s in the air...

You befriend a soft-spoken, but otherwise sensible man who likes “hiking” outside of your cottage. That explained why he first showed up at your doorstep half-mauled to death. And knowing there isn’t much out here in the woods, you always insist that he stays for a bite to eat before letting him run off again. He’s as mysterious as he is charming, much like his strange fear of the moon. — Werewolf Germany

Growing up, you’ve always been good friends with your next door neighbor in your close-knit coastal village. Marrying you had been an inside joke—until he becomes the village Chieftain and proposes to you. Rejecting his advances is near impossible when you’re chosen to be his wife, and when he won’t take no for an answer. It doesn’t seem as if anything will stop him from having you. — Yandere Viking Denmark

And to think that godforsaken animal rescue center was to blame. You were supposed to find a dog to adopt, not a creepy furry who showed up naked at your door! Turns out, his shapeshifting abilities got him in some hot water with the police. And the rescue center owner. It’s pretty self-explanatory. — Hybrid 2p America

Since all six asks were sent in with such a short interval in between, I put everything through a randomizer. These are the three upcoming stories for the week. I’ve never been this excited to write requests! The ones I’ve received are right up my alley, and to know you readers are interested only makes it better! I can write one every 3-4 days, but since there’s 6 of you, everything will be done in around 18-24 days depending on how I go—meaning you will definitely have yours by the end of that period.

[obsessionsposts]

🍻Yan! 1p Denmark & 2p Denmark (Separate) with a Naïve!Male! S/O hc's :

Tw : Mention of torture.

1p Denmark - Matthias Køhler

Well, aren't you a sight to behold ! A pure ray of sunshine that brighten his entirety of days.

Overprotection amplifies to 1000 degrees, no one hurt his baby boy (and gets away to tell the tale,anyways) and destroy his innocence.

Speaking of innocence, He is the only one who gets to ruin it,if you get what I mean. In addition to that, Matti will preserve his darling boy innocence as much as he could.

How can he not stalk those pure eyes that radiate utter devotion and love for him and only him.

Essentially it is his purity and his unsullied heart,free from the chains of corruption, that attracted him just like how a moth is attracted to the light. (Bonus: if his baby is short!)

If his pretty boy unintentionally made Matthias invidious by any chance,he'll tug the heartstrings of his beloved to initiate how s/o is cruel? and doesn't love him anymore.

Denny as much as he worships cherishes his angel;he can't help himself once in a while,but imagine s/o underneath him crying,face distorted in agony, begging for mercy, innocence vanished, absorbed by him as he has the right to it.

Lastly, Denny bought games ; both traditional and videogames. Most of the times he purposely loses,so he can see his dear laugh and smile in endearing way.

Pretty much, the ideal type for denny here (But, that doesn't mean he dislike fiesty ones. If anything he gets off in breaking them!) as s/o accommodate his personality well.

Both parties in here are satisfied,unless if baby boy got corrupted (According to therapist Matthias,of course) and started to get ideas,but that's for another time.

2p Denmark - Elias Køhler

This proves the theory of opposites attracts ; in a sense Eli here is the embodiment of 'Fuck everyone,including me' and then there is his s/o who is basically a Seraph from the from the highest of the astral realms.

A shared trait with his counterpart is being a neurotic overprotective, however unlike his fool of a doppelganger (Again, according to his narcasstic opinion) Elias protect his light from the shadows as not to cause any mishaps.

His s/o is his salvation figuratively and literally ; as he stopped his marijuana and alchoholic addiction thanks to his fusses (Yeah, he was irritated at first, but he felt a ton better later).

Unlike his counterpart, Eli is excruciatingly impatient to break his light innocence and subdue him into the same darkness as he is currently in. It awakens the beast inside him that just desire to swallow him alive till nothing is left,but a remnant of the past.

A wholesome couple with an adopted kid named Orfik (2p!Greenland [One of my Oc's]).

Anyone with funny intentions of hurting his husband or son will be impaled,flayed, or even exposed to (one of his favourite pastime activity,when he was a Viking) the blood eagle*.

When Elias is with his doting darling boy and his son, he is on cloud 9 that washes his previous self-indulgent behaviour. In short words, what he lacked [Despite,taking care of his younger brother.] was a cure to his disease(apathy,depression), and finally he has found it. It was s/o all along.

He is one of the softer yandere's that will let his light visits his relative as long he is with him ; Plus, Elia trusts s/o that he will not betray him or anything of that sorts.

Elias will play with strings to let his s/o get in the best Universities in Copenhagen, the same could be said for his son (school).

Basically, s/o is what Elias lacked ; demure,benign,yet so childish in need of guidance, which he will take it and mold it to his perfect vision and fantasy.

* : Blood eagle is torture method of Vikings, in which they execute people. For more info, search for it but I'd not recommend for feint of heart. (I decided to skim it instead of decribing as it will make it much boring).

A/N : Sorry for the delay; I was quite busy today with school. However, thank you for requesting.

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do the 2p Nordics with a fairy reader!

Hi! I did some general headcanons on this. Hope you enjoy it! And thank you, this was really fun to write! (I'm obsessed with the folklore of my country, and I went with the ones from there and the other Nordics)

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

he's a bit cautious about the prospect of a fairy S/O. Considering he knows the fickle nature of these creatures.

while you may be very sweet and attractive he'll never really let his guard down. He knows of far too many instances where someone has been tricked

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

he knows of these beings too, but he absolutely does not enjoy it. It's not the magic that's his problem with you, it is your nature of trickery and misbehaviour. He wants structure and order not whatever bullshit you may attempt to pull

he may attempt to remove your wings if he feels they are more trouble than they are worth. If you follow his commands, he will not harm you. But if you misbehave he will punish you accordingly. You will also be forced to cultivate your muscles, so you are not weak without your flying abilities

2p Iceland/Erikur Steilsson 

he would be willing to follow you anywhere, and he'd have no qualms with staying in your home world for eternity, as long as you're completely his

he is, just like the others, knowledgeable about your kind, meaning that attempting to trick him would be difficult, but he would let you if it benefits him. Try to screw him over and you might not have any wings after that. His sickles are always close by, and he sharpens one regularly, the other is kept dull for maximum pain

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen 

it fascinates him, he does much like his counterpart, prefer a partner of magical descent or full blown magical being. He is also aware of the trickery of these creatures. But as his name might suggest, he is also a trickster by nature. It'll be a battle of wits, one he'll thoroughly enjoy

he will ofc attempt to trap you with him, and keep you from returning to your home, where he may not be able to follow. And if you managed to trick him into your home, it would be difficult for him to get both of you out. He is not interested in spending 100+ years in a world where it only feels like a few days.

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

he gets overprotective very fast, and he'll be the only other one willing to follow you into your home, regardless of the consequences for him.

he is a yandere by nature and while he prefers to pretend to keep the "family" together, he would enjoy coming back to see the chaos that unfolds without him. He would also be difficult to keep trapped anywhere, he is violent when it suits him and intelligent. Many things you wouldn't know until you're trapped yourself

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello! I was wondering if we could get some platonic yandere headcannons for Sweden and another Nordic of your choosing. Thank you! Don’t feel pressured to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable!

Nah, this doesn’t make me uncomfortable. This is fun for me!

Sweden: Bernard’s silver tongue and parental levels of patience perfectly describe his style. It’s almost like a snake hidden in a garden, except unlike those ground crawlers, he’s not afraid to bask in your light.

He’ll start like England by slithering his way into your life, though his methodology depends on how you met. If you were a tourist, whether it’s his home or another’s, then Bernard is going to play the part of a helpful guide. Going as far as skipping meetings to not only gain information but to solidify your new friendship. If through a random encounter or political event, he’ll use his connections to find a way to attach himself to you.

Once he has stabilized the attachment by becoming a regular part of your life, then the coils tighten. It’s as slow as the Overton window when it comes to isolating you from friends before moving to family. Friends are usually just threatened and made uncomfortable, but should they attempt to remove you from him, then death is in their future.

As a family man, he’s a little more cautious when dividing you from them. If he acts too quickly or harshly it will be easier for you to pick up on, so he relies on turning them against you instead. Carefully he’ll slip in small details about all sides that cause them to fight like starving dogs. When you wince from the feel of their verbal teeth, he’ll be there to tend to the wound. Cooing about how they just don’t seem to care, that maybe he could be a better family than they.

By the time you realize all that he’s done, it’s too late. The amount of guilt you feel for ignoring the damage is what he uses to keep you trapped at his side.

Don’t worry though, he’ll treat you as if you were one of his children.

Denmark: Markell’s view of you is that of one being able to see their favorite character in reality. There is no love, but a desire to become involved in who they are.

Unlike some of the others, Markell doesn’t get involved right away. He’s content with watching and learning about your life, treating each session like it’s the latest episode of his new favorite show. Noting important events and wondering how you can make some mundane things seem so fascinating.

Until you twist your story. Suddenly you’ve picked a lover that he assumes is a heart-destroying douchebag or receive a job offer that takes you from him.

Now, he feels the need to become the author of your life. It starts with subtle, random notes of warning against everything that he hates about your story. If you chose to ignore them then he ups the ante by having his men turn into background characters. They push you in the direction of his choosing.

Any attempts to escape his artistic direction are met with not only imprisonment but the finality of meeting your biggest fan. During that terrifying confrontation, you’ll learn that not only is your agency forfeited but that he’s decided to make himself into a reoccurring character. If you’re smart you’ll let him be a friend that you rely on, spend time with, and let influence your biggest decisions. If not, then he’ll be the villain and do everything in his power to get you to yield.

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia PDA Headcanons (2p!Nordics)

Headcanons about how the 2p!Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

2p!Denmark: Markell tends to be reserved with PDA, but not so much so that he doesn't emote or do anything. He'd let you rest your head on his shoulder or lap in public whenever you're tired. He'd also be the kind to occasionally pat you on the head, offering a rare, small smile as he does so. He's also fine with hand-holding and secretly loves it when you hug his arm. To be honest? His PDA is basically a heavily subdued version of PDA from his 1p! counterpart.

2p!Sweden: Watch as this man practically drags you all over town showing you off to everyone you meet, keeping an arm around your waist and proudly displaying you like you're the greatest prize he's ever won. He won't only shout from the rooftops how much he loves you, he'll show it by holding your hand, kissing your face (literally anywhere on your face), and dancing with you in the town square. Very similar to Feliciano, now that I think of it, albeit a little more possessive. He's not afraid to hold your hand around town, but if a man gives you a moderately flirty look, he's gripping onto your wrist and dragging you back home. Again, yandere.

2p!Norway: Loki is very big on hand-holding. He loves the feeling of your hand in his, interlocking your fingers or even clinging onto your wrist. This is not only to send a message to others, but to keep you nearby. He doesn't want you wandering off. If the two of you are sitting down he'd lazily swing an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, pressing kisses to your head now and again. Occasionally he'll even pull you into his lap, holding you there with his arms around you waist, resting his head into your chest.

2p!Finland: PDA doesn't exist for this man. The most he'll do is offer you his arm when the two of you are out and about, but only at night when shady figures may be around. If the two of you are sitting somewhere where there's a table, like a restaurant, he'd be willing to hold your hand under the table where nobody can see. But if he's drunk he becomes a mess of a man, lazily throwing his body on yours as he begins to pass out.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Master List III: Asks & Nekotalia

Last Updated August 12th, 20:54

Asks

America, Canada, Denmark, and Sweden flirting and teasing 

America, Canada, France, Germany, & Italy call you when you left for college 

America with an S/O who prefers Villains over Heroes

America and Japan adopting an introvert meme

America, China, and Japan w/ a Tamamo no Mae (Ninetails fox reader) 

Angel Ukraine X Merman Reader

Axis Trio + Prussia with a Darling who is afraid of storms

British Empire X Motherly Reader

Canada, Germany, and Prussia with the chaotic drunk reader

Canada, Japan, and Russia with an insanely strong reader

Chaos Lord Darling in Love with a human America, Germany, & Russia

China, France, & Italy with a Scene/Emo darling

Country Reader who used to be poor and dependent w/ America, China, & Russia

England and Germany with a Black Nation darling 

France with an Onyx skinned darling

Germany England and France with a Jade West like S/O

Germany, Italy, and Japan answering your texts

Germany with a free-spirited S/O

Italy x reader who loves reptiles (Skink specific)

It’s Hot: Russia, Canada, & America

Pirate France x Male! Reader

Platonic Yandere America and Prussia 

Platonic Yandere’s America x Russia w/Reader 

Platonic Yandere Protectors Germany X France w/Reader 

Quotes that represent the Allies 

Reader begging Germany, Prussia, and Russia with an axolotl

Russia admitting he's immortal to his Gender-Neutral Darling

Two platonic demons: Yandere Demon America with partner in crime Y/N 

Ungraceful Sleeper with Yandere! America, Canada, England, Germany & Japan

When Yandere’s switch places with their darling 

Wild Card Ask: Some RusAme Space Fantasy Thing

Yandere Alpha! 2p Japan with a Bratty Darling

Yandere America and England with Smart (While they languish in sexual frustration)

Yandere America, Canada, England, Germany & Japan breaking into their S/O's house and said S/O is an ungraceful sleeper

Yandere America, England, France & Germany with a darling who just wanted the green card

Yandere America, Germany, and Japan with a non-compliant darling

Yandere America x Reader x Yandere England who are in love with the same darling

Yandere Bully America x Reader X England 

Yandere China with a Pop/Idol Darling

Yandere Demon America x Archangel Darling that are soulmates 

Yandere Demon Hungary x Wizard S/O 

Yandere F.A.C.E. Family with an S/O that loves them unconditionally and yes, even after murder

Yandere France and Russia with an Oni S/O 

Yandere Japan and Germany stalking a celebrity S/O 

Yandere Lithuania Headcanons SFW and N$FW

Yandere Prussia disciplining his S/O

Yandere Prussia with a Spy Solider 

Yandere Russia playing with 3c Black Girl Hair

Nekotalia

Platonic Yandere France, Japan, America, Russia, and Austria 

Platonic Yandere Nordics 

The Spicy Stuff, so Viewer discretion is advised N$FW

Double Feature: Yandere! Pirate UKUS & Pirate UK X Chubby Reader

Spicy Cardverse America 

Spicy Demon Japan Headcannons 

Spicy England and Germany with a Black Nation Darling 

Spicy Yandere Alpha America X Alpha Darling 

Spicy Yandere America with Pregnant S/O 

Spicy Yandere! Demon America Headcannons 

Size Kink: Russia

Yandere Alpha America having fun with his pregnant S/O 

Yandere Alpha Russia Headcannons 

Yandere Demon America w/ Yandere S/O that wants a baby  

Yandere Demon America & Demon Queen  Bondage  

Yandere Demon America with an Angel he's finally tainted  

Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping  

Yandere! Demon Germany SFW and NSFW Headcannons  

Yandere Demon Japan sfw and nsfw  (Headcannons)

Yandere Norway Headcannons (SPICY!)

Yandere Omega America w/Alpha Fem Darling 

2p FACE aftercare 

2p FACE Spicy Headcanons 

An Ask I did that I love a lot, so Imma feature it. 

@my2phetaliaheadcanons Yandere with a Professor darling

[theunderneath]

Vanilla: I meant sexual

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Thank you for being more specific about it. Anyways hope you enjoy this.

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5) 2p Canada/James Mathieu Williams

“Sure.”

- He’s fine with a lot of things. He has tried a lot of things. But usually just likes to stick with his guns. Maybe some weird shit sprinkled it (Like marking or light bondage) but nothing crazy.

4) 2P Romano/Flavio Vargas

“Darling let’s do it.”

- I was debating putting him in the fifth spot because he is a little kinky. Then I remember James' brother is Allen. Anyways he has his kinks though those are few and he mostly got them from his weird days.

3) 2P Denmark/Markell Køhler

“Shut up.”

- Would never admit it because it's embarrassing. He hates that he isn’t into much. Don’t get me wrong. He’ll try things and likes some weird things. But he likes mostly normal things.

2) 2P Hungary/Erzsébet Héderváry

“Ah no no no!”

- She’s very normal with her sex life. Is kinda scared to do anything because she’s afraid of change and upsetting her partner. She just wants to feel good and the normal position does it for her so why not just stick with it.

1) 2p Prussia/Klaus Beilschmidt

“I uh-”

- He knows what he’s doing that’s true. There’s no way he’s a virgin but he just doesn’t have much experience. Just a bit too shy to try things and likes his little comfortable spot.