#yandere france

[shini--chan]

Hey, could I request yandere Allies punishing dear reader, only to realize afterwards that the Allies themselves misplased the knife ect? And thank you for the amazing writing you do!

The pleasure is mine, dear. And please people, don’t read this during, or after eating - this especially refers to the France part of this post. Rated mature for reasons. 

Trigger warnings: Attempted murder, temporary death, body horror, gore, domestic violence, animal death

Yandere Allies - Oversight

America

Now that had been unexpected, it occured to Alfred while he was in limbo. Limbo generally was a weird place, and it was best to focus on the internal going ons, than the external happenings. The alien geometries and starburst fractals and the unliving creatures haunting the semi-shadows would only make the aroma of his own death linger longer in his mouth should he inspect them. No need to pass over to the other side yet, either - he wasn't at the end of his life either. 

You were going to be in so much trouble when he got back. All that blood on his desk, it really wouldn't do. Perhaps he should force you to clean it up. Couldn't you have opted for a less bloody option, than slitting his throat? For all that you claimed to be kinder and fairer than him, with your modus operandi you had demonstrated that you were anything but that. And you called him a hypocrite. 

All of this because of your damn attitude problems and a misplaced knife. Hormone imbalance, mayhaps? He should have you take a blood test, just to make sure that a thyroid dysfunction wasn't on the table. 

Slowly the connection to his physical body started to reestablish itself and he felt the chill of death creep in his bones. Thankfully, due to his superpower status, his time in the limbo was relatively short and his body was therefore not too cold when he returned to it. Though, the dead time had been increasing as of late, and that was worrying all on its own. Something he would have to look at another time, though. 

Air entered his lungs and his heart gradually started pumping again. His throat felt like shit, but thankfully was closed. By the feel of it, you had covered it after you had murdered him. Speaking of you, he felt your hands rummaging in his jacket pockets. Rude. 

With some effort, he cracked his eyes open and observed you through his half-closed eyelids. He was on the floor, spread-eagle. Even through the postmortem blurr, he could recognise that you were pale beyond belief and you were shaking. The hands searching his person were frantic and your breathing was erratic. As his sense of smell kicked in, he caught the sharp sting of bile floating from his waste paper basket. 

Double Rude. If you had to kill someone, best not be a pussy about it and not vomit after doing the deed. Blazes, what was wrong with you that you couldn't even murder somebody probably? Maybe he'd have you kill one of those rats that once had vyed for your attention. Good riddance and a lesson all in one, that would be fantastic. 

Now, just to get your attention.

A hand wrapped around one of your ankles, and with his sight becoming clearer, he could see how your eyes went wide. Hands froze, and you turned your head to look down in that slow, comical fashion that was so typical of horror movie protagonists. When you screamed, he yanked your leg out from underneath you, causing the scream to morph into a yelp. 

Now this was funny

Given how distracted Alfred can get, he'll probably overlook where he placed the knife and will only realise what happened when it is too late. The best course of action would be to book it. If you want further time then you'd have to put Alfred even further out of commision, so that more time is spent healing.

When he does get you again, he'll be borderline manic and you can be assured that whatever punishment shall commence will be worse than the one that allowed you to obtain the knife in the first place.

Canada

"I do hope you just have the knife 'cause you wanna cook something", he remarked. Matthew didn't even look up from where he was plucking his eyebrows, just kept staring intently in the small beautician mirror he had before him. There were more important things than you waving a knife around as if you knew how to use it. You couldn't even chop vegetables properly.

"And what if I don't?", you asked snidely. Slippers scraped against the floorboards as you approached him. Turning the mirror just so, he saw you over his shoulder, with a knife held high. Was your pallor and trembling due to the blood loss, fear, or both?

"You wouldn't dare to kill me. We both know that."

"How can you be so sure? After everything you've done to me, why shouldn't I?", you asked in return. Your voice wasn't even - it cracked and faltered at the end of some words and he had to strain his hearing to make out the others.

The personification turned around slowly, intent on being dramatic. He jad seen Alfred and his Lord Father do so often enough for him to be able to imitate them perfectly. 

There you were standing, holding the never some knife he had used to cut paper fine cuts in your back, a tally of all the spanks he had inflicted on you. You had been so upset, the humiliation and pain forcing tears from your eyes. Not surprising that you were having a tantrum, therefore.

Matthew was taller than you and therefore it was so easy to look down on you. 

"You've never hurt somebody. You wouldn't even dare cut a bunny's throat and then skin it, even if your life depends on it. Everytime somebody talks about organs and blood for more than five minutes, you become green. Do you really think it is believable when you say you want to injure me? Or even go further than that and kill me? 

So stop lying to yourself. You don't have the guts to kill me, 'cause that would mean staining your ledger with red", he explained, and with each other word, took a step closer to you. Eventually, you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

 Trembling like a frightened rabbit, you clutched the blade even tighter to make sure it didn't fall out of your hand. No further words were said, but there was no need, for when he met no resistance when he pried the implement out of your grasp, he knew his words had hit home. 

It would come as no surprise to Canada should you approach him with a knife and malicious intent. Judging from your past reactions to punishments, it would be a given that you would act out more than usual, should you get your hands on a weapon

He would be willing to let it slide, as a way of showing just how inconsequential you arming yourself is to him. It is not like you can gain the upper hand over him or something of the sort, so why should he punish you for that? Besides, he is more angry with himself for making such a mistake. He is supposed to set a standard, to have a certain image in your mind. How can he have that if he is constantly slipping up?

China

The steel felt cold against your skin. This whole thing was rather silly, even petty. It wasn't like that you didn't have unrestricted access to a whole assortment of knives. Heavens, it would take little convincing for Yao to let you take up fencing, and with historical swords for that. With a little work, you could then turn a blunted long sword into a sharp blade. This was more about the principal than the outcome.

Yao was enjoying a book on the couch, as was typical for a workday evening. There was even a cup of tea … no, herbal infusion on the table beside him and every now and then he would reach over and take a few sips. 

You just had to get your timing correct. 

After a few minutes of waiting, he finally reached over again and that was the moment you chose to strike. Quickly, you lunged in order to cross the space in the blink of an eye and rammed the knife downward.

The ugly screech of metal being embedded in wood filled the room, and the steel glinted crimson with droplets of blood. Yao hadn't even let go of the tea cup, now lifted slightly off the table surface. What he had done was spill some tea. 

There wasn't even a change in expression when he fixed his eyes on you. The cup exchanged hands and your partner lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the blood away that was seeping out of the shallow cut in his hand.

"That was planned?", he finally inquired, his hand falling down to the table. He pushed himself upright and set the cup back down. 

It was kind of strange, now. You were kneeling at his feet and he was sitting above you, like you were some child begging for leniency from the patriarch of the family. 

"Yes."

"Don't tell me you are still upset about me eating the last of your chocolates."

"That is what you think this is about. No, it is about the dress."

"Really? That is even worse than the chocolate argument."

"Excuse you, but not everybody takes it well when you cut a dress from their body and burn it in the fireplace. It was new!"

Thin eyebrows shot up and he gave you a nasty sneer as he recalled the incident that had occured last weekend. Oh, he had made it so apparent that he hated seeing that piece on you. 

"Why would you insist on clothing your body with that filth gifted to you by that mutt? He wasn't doing it to be a friend, he was doing it because he wanted you in his bed."

Scoffing, you rose to your feet and brushed the dirt of the trousers you were wearing. 

"Don't you think I noticed? He was being rather obvious about it. And before you accuse me of wanting to sleep with him - no, just no. But I wasn't going to say no to that expensive dress.

Since China wouldn't use the knife itself to directly harm you, he'll quickly brush this all off as an overreaction. Due to such an incident occurring rather early in the relationship, it would be easy to make you see your own actions as being unreasonable. Will do his best to make you feel guilty about the whole thing.

Would treat you like a brat afterwards. You better think of something good to make up to him. This treatment would go on for a while until you "prove" to him that you are mature. Yao will use this incident to his advantage in the future - such as making you turn two blind eyes to his red flags so that you can't be accused of overreacting. 

England

Arthur had his features drawn together in a pinched expression. Muscles in his cheeks jumped as he visibly kept his anger in check. Stretch a hand out to you. 

"Now, now darling. Be good and give me the knife", he said, with that soft, light tone that was more fitting when talking to a child than with you. It made your skin crawl. It made you grip the knife in your hand ever tighter. 

"No."

"Don't draw this out longer than it has to be. Give me the knife, and then you can go curl up on the couch 'till I'm finished tending to the fire.”

He was trying so hard to reason with you, to persuade you into complying with his will. But you know, that if you do, he’ll be no more lenient with you, than if you hadn’t. That is the part of the inherent cruelty of Arthur Kirkland. He is a callous and selfish man, who parades his supposed virtues not out of the pureness of his heart, but because they are fashionable. With you, there are enough times when he forgoes keeping up appearances, because it is not like you can leave him. 

And so the sheathed blades are unsheathed, and if you step out of line, a world of pain awaits you, both in the metaphorical and the literal sense. Arthur has an ideal that he wants you to live up to, and he doesn’t take it well when you break the mould. 

He took a step forward, and you one back. This couldn’t go on. Constantly he goaded you on being weak-willed and therefore needing him to make major decisions in your life - this was the opportunity to make him eat his words. 

All factors weren’t considered when you charged forwards, blade thrusted forward and aimed at the heart. The next few seconds passed in a blur, but afterwards, looking back on it, you knew what happened: 

The fire poker was pointed downwards and used to push the kitchen knife to the side. With the momentum you had put in the move, you weren’t able to take a step back and redeploy. His right arm wound itself around your outstretched one, fastening you to his side. The poker moved swiftly, swinging over the outer side of your elbow and the tip found its home at your jugular. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted to be subdued by me. You know how aroused I get when I get to tame you. So tell me, did you want this all along?”, he asked coyly. 

A wild spark danced in his eyes, not akin to one that you had ever seen before. A hunter that only went after the biggest, most dangerous quarry and delighted in the fight itself. The scent of blood and sweat, the screams of the dying - you had feared Arthur before, but this was a different story. There had been to much ease with how simply he turned the tables. Perhaps fears of him being a berserker at heart were well founded. 

You tried to wind out of the lock, and subsequently bent your arm. Thankfully, the poker was no longer a few milimetres from penetrating your neck, but now it was pressing you down by the elbow. The strength behind the move forced you to give in and follow the course that Arthur was directing you to. Being led around like that, you were forced to make an arc around him. The fire poker pressed your elbow towards him, giving you no choice but to flop down on your back. 

Hand and metal implement vanished and you breathed deeply. Arthur was still standing in front of the fireplace, the fire shining behind him. That, and with him standing over you, made him look like some angel about to punish you for your sins. 

“If you have to attack, then never do so half heartedly or when full of rage. I can tell you this, because either way, you never stand a chance of winning against me.”

Arthur would be very irritated in this whole matter. But if you are so insistent, then he’ll gladly play teacher to his new, so willing pupil and give you a lesson that you wouldn’t forget so fast. With all the years of combat experience and practice in swordsmanship under his belt, his victory would be a given. He would even go so far as to say he would be able to defeat you with a cooking spoon. 

Would make a whole game out of it. It has been so long since he has had a decent sparring partner that he might as well train you up to par. That way, he could easily demonstrate his superiority on a regular basis, he would have the perfect conditions to bully you, and you would get to release all those pesky emotions of yours that otherwise make you so disagreeable. Win-win, right?

France

You glowered at France. The bastard was sitting across from you, arms crossed in front of him and with a disgustingly smug grin on his obnoxious face. It was sickening really, the whole thing was sickening, and he was acting as if justice had been served. 

So far, you had managed to avoid eating the meat part of the dish, and had wasted a lot of time pushing around the chips and carrots before consuming them. The piece of meat was covered with cheese, something that you had decided on so that you wouldn't have to see it, that you wouldn't have to smell it.

Cooking your beloved pet had been bad enough as it was. The scent of blood still lingered in your nose, and even now that last panicked scream echoed in your ears. 

Now it would be time to start eating it; there was nothing else left on your plate.

You wanted to puke. 

Grabbing sideways, you managed to get the knife in your grasp. You didn't even look as to where the offending thing went exactly. Eyes were just focused on his face, and the time went in that general direction. He even had to duck.

The next moments didn't register by you, as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed loudly. All of this just because of one man's jealousy. With a sweeping motion, you sent the plate crashing to the floor, not caring that the results of you resisting your punishment. 

You just wanted this whole nightmare to be over. 

France wouldn't really be the sort to resort to physical violence, except if very specific circumstances apply, like war, colonialism or dealing with treason to the nation. Since that can't really be expected, the knife would be an instrument in your psycological torture. In the case described above, that would take the form of forcing you to kill, process and eat a pet that he is jealous of. 

In his eyes, you should be his lover and not share your love with somebody or something that isn't him or his. If you would not let him bask in your love and attention, then drastic measures shall be needed. And what is more valuable than a life? 

Russia

With a nauseating squelch, the knife buried itself in the meat of his shoulder. Blood sprayed upwards and some of it immediately seeped out of the wound. A loud grunt broke the silence as your victim was torn from his sleep through the violence. 

You wanted to wrench the blade out while you still had the chance, but it was harder to pull out than you thought. Perhaps the force behind the blow had been enough to lodge the knife in the bone. It apparently wasn't sharp enough to effortlessly slide out of it. 

On top of that, Ivan scooted out of the bed before you could dislodge the blade, fast despite the injury and the sleep weariness. Your captor stood a good few metres away, the twilight of the room making him look like some giant beast. The heavy panting and the knife handle sticking out of his shoulder only added to that image. 

"Are you insane?", he hissed. 

One large hand reached up and pulled. Now the blade came out in a fluid motion, and drops of blood sprayed forward. Due to the very loose nightshirt that he was wearing, you hadn't managed to emesh the fabric with the wound - the metal had only penetrated human tissue. 

Ivan hadn't even let out a single grunt of pain. Even now, when blood was running down his chest, then disappearing down the hemline of the shirt, staining it red, he seemed unfazed.

"You're one to talk", you snapped back. "Did it never occur to you that I might get fed up with the way you treat me and decide to retaliate?" 

He scoffed and stepped closer to you. The knife was tossed to the side, and he glowered. 

"And did it ever occur to you that I don't punish you because I find it fun, but because you need to learn that your actions have consequences? You are not some child, so you should know better than to think I'll simply let you do as you please. Though, from the stunt you've pulled now, I'm actually inclined to reassess my thoughts about your maturity", he stated. 

With each word, he took a step closer until his toes were touching yours. A strange crawling motion could be seen in the area of the wound, like it didn't want to accept the parting. 

"Oh, and weren't you of that same opinion when you put me over your knee and gave me a hiding with the flat side of that blade?", you challenged him. Oh the terror had quickly morphed into humiliation once you had realised what was going on. 

"Perhaps you should stop behaving like a sugar-addled brat then."

The skin and meat knitted itself together, a grotesk acceleration and bastardisation of the natural heal process. Ivan signed in relief and took his attention off of you and inspected the scarless skin, rolling his shoulder and flexing his muscles. 

Your heart dropped and your thoughts slowed to a standstill in shock. You had severely underestimated him.

"And also not turn to being a traitor. You know very well what I do with those."

Ivan would take your actions against him as treason and if there is something that he can't tolerate, it is a traitor. Gone are all the privileges and outings and affection. If you aren't quick to make up to him and express your remorse and see the error of your ways, you're going to have a long road ahead of you. You'll have to work hard to get back into his good graces; even just getting him to treat you with human decency would take a while. 

In his eyes, if you choose such disproportionate retaliation in response to his actions, then you either have an attitude problem or something went wrong in your upbringing. He'll be happy to correct that. It'll range from what you are allowed to eat, to the media you consume, to your bedtime. Imagine a strict headmistress or matron. 

A/N: The move I described is actually a real technique used with one handed sword. It was a cool day learning that one. 

France was hard to write, so I decided to keep it short. 

[yantalia545]

So the darling escapes and is recaptured again. How would the Allies restrain their darling so they can’t escape again?

Russia: bird cage

If you were so content with trying to fly away from him, then maybe it would be fitting to put you in a cage too. Russia will even change your nickname to his little songbird to suit you better for your new setting. 

Russia was known for being a violent man without even meaning to. He’s deathly afraid of hurting you, even when heartbroken by your escape attempt, and felt the need to put you somewhere where even he couldn’t hurt you. Which was what led you to being placed in a large gilded bird cage that even he didn’t have the key to. 

You’ll never see the light of day again and you will eventually lose your ability to walk with how little your able to use your legs. However, you’ll never go hungry or be without clean clothes and a bath. Even if it is a sponge bath. You will always be dressed in warm and beautiful dresses; Mostly brightly colored and flowy. Russia loves the sight of you popping out in his dark basement, but would never want you to freeze. Unless you tried to somehow escape again. Then the cold will serve as your punishment.

Russia will make sure to personally bring you three meals a day and always take the time to spend time with you at every meal. Though most times it’s just him running his hands through you hair while he talks about his day as you eat silently. If he was really mad with you that day for either trying to escape again or just being disrespectful of him, then Russia will cut you off from any food. Since he is also the only person you’re allowed to see, you’ll also have no one to visit you. You’ll be forced to starve in his cold, dark basements all by yourself.

Even if you never speak about running away again or try to act nicely towards Russia, he’ll never let you out. Ivan never trusts a person after they’ve betrayed him. He won’t fall for any discrepancies again. You included. 

If anyone else takes pity on you and try to help you then Russia will have fun in torturing them right in front of you. He’ll take amusement in toying with them for hours on end. Their screams echoing in your mind forever as you can only watch in absolute horror from the safety of your cage.

China: tracker

Unlike Russia, China does want to interact with you  and have as close to a normal relationship as he can. After all, it’s not healthy to be locked in one place for the rest of your life. You need sunlight and physical excursive but he can’t have you running away from him. In his mind, you’re a lost soul in need or his guidance and protection, without it, you would be vulnerable to this greedy world.

You may not understand now, but you need him just as much as he needs you. 

He doesn’t want anything that would jeopardize your beauty and health, in fact, he’d like nothing more than to amplify your beauty and have you reach to your fullest potential. Just as long as it’s by his side of course and what better way to do that than with extravagant jewels? All things mighty and holly wear valerate pendants of silver and gold so why should you be any different? 

It will of course, do more than just track where you are. China will have full, 24/7, access to your health and wellness too with this little device. All so he can configure your diet and activities to your daily needs. Or maybe so he can find more ways to belittle you and laugh as he seems to pop out of seemingly just the right place at just right time in your failed future escape attempts. 

P.S you can’t just take the darn thing off either since it’ll dig into your skin and alert him if you try, and believe me, you do not want to know what kind of punishments he’ll dish out for that pitiful stunt. 

America: Dollhouse 

Don’t you see he just wanted to live a wonderful dream with you? Life together would have been so perfect for the two of you. You’d be sitting at the top of the world and you wouldn't have needed to even lift a finger to have it. All you needed to do was love him, and you couldn’t do that simple thing. Now he has to take matters into his own hand.

If you want to be like everyone else then he can always condition you. Just like he’s done for all the others that wanted to disobey him.

This wouldn’t be after just your first attempt. Oh no, he’s passed that point long ago and had tried much softer, tamer, ways to coax you to be his perfect wife but you insisted on being so stubborn. America is all out of sympathy at this point and will make that apparent. 

The best way to describe your situation would be three movie sets stacked together to create a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. Although there is no leaving since there would a thick glass wall at the end of each set. Like an opened dollhouse with a screen to protect anything inside. You could try to break the glass but not even bullets could get through them. America made sure of that.

There will also be no concept of time to make it harder to escape. (If you had any chance of leaving at all). The illusion of daylight will be provided by artificial lights made to reenact sunlight and clocks that change time randomly.

When you wake the conditioning can begin.

He’ll force you to act out scenes to show you exactly what he wants and how he wants you to behave. Watching with, dead, love sick eyes on the other side of the glass as you fulfil his every desire. Act out, or deny his request and he’ll shock you with just a push of a button. Careful though, with each push the shock will become more intense, so you better behave yourself. 

Unlike the others though, America will let you out eventually but only when he knows your perfectly conditioned for him. 

Britain: Labrinth

I’d imagine he would only use this kind of method if the time of his obsession with you was during a time of war. His work would need too much of his attention to fully deal with you so he’ll use his magic to compensate for his lack of time.

He’ll create a world just for you with a door that only he can enter. There would be no escaping. Hell, you wouldn’t even know where you are or what in the world has happened to you. Recalling the events before you awoke here resulted in a feeling of haze until you reawake again, so it was pointless to try. All you could do was push forward in hopes of stumbling across an exit that doesn’t exists in your sense of reality.

It was a strange place to say the least. It was if your entire world with a series of brilliant paintings all jumbled into one place. The grass may be green and the flowers may bloom gracefully in one area, but then next would be the inside of an ancient coliseum. Nothing seemed to match or make much since here. Just a collection of beautiful creations and you were the climatic point of it all. 

In the small snippets of time that England manages to seize, he adores watching you explore his creations he’s created just for you. You were always such a curious darling. Always asking questions and searching for answers in places that could get a little thing like you in serious danger. According to England, this was the perfect place for you; A place to channel your never ending curiosities without ever needed to leave him and potentially hurt yourself. 

When England does finally decide to show himself to you again he won’t display himself as he’d done before. He’ll illustrate a new image of himself for you. One of total authority, love, and respect; Like a god. Even though he loves you dearly, England is still kind of a narcist. You will praise him and learn how to properly appease him. After all, he did create you world (even if he did trap you there..), it’s the least you can do to show your appreciation. If you fail to do so or don’t comply then he can always give you the not to pleasant sides of his creations.

With just a snap of his fingers he can turn this world of paradise into a hellish nightmare, so you best be carful. Awful disobedience will get you nowhere. 

France: Tower

He didn’t want to do this to you, but the world is so dangerous that he has to do whatever he has to do to keep his darling rose safe. France would never believe that you would have left him out of your own free will. You love him dearly, don’t you? The two of you were meant to be together bounded by souls. 

In his this twisted fantasy France had string together in his mind, he is only to assume that there is someone forcing you to run away from him but he just doesn’t know who it is yet. So, being your daring prince charming that he is, France will have no choice but to create a space where you can be safe from all eyes.

France would never even dare treat his precious rose with such disrespect by locking you in a dusty basements or risk scaring your delicate skin with harsh chains, so he’ll have you safely locked away in the tallest tower that he can construct.

Much like Mother Gospel in Rapunzel, France will make sure you have everything you could ever need and want without having you to leave your tower. It’s very rare for France to come up to your chambers and not have a gift for you.

Don’t bother trying to scream for help out the one window in the tower. You’re much too high up for anyone to hear and there’s no other rooms in the tower besides yours either. Jumping out is suicide and the only other way out is through a door that only opens with a doorknob that France makes sure to use to get inside before neatly tucking it away from your reach.

It’ll be almost as maddening as France's feelings for you to spend the rest of your life looking out at a world that you’d never be able to interact with again. Well, with nothing else besides what France brings you that is.

Canada: Drugs

This would be a snapping point for Canada. 

This was his last resort. You just couldn’t grasp how deathly the cold really is in the middle of nowhere no matter how hard he tried. That, and how dangerous the world is. This wouldn’t have been your first time escaping him but it most certainly will be your last. Canada is done playing around.

He takes your safety very seriously. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you some how got yourself hurt. Which was why he brought you to an isolated part of the mountains in the first place. You were an endangerment to yourself and you need him to protect you.

Canada is a very patient man. More than anyone else listed here. He was content with waiting for you to come around but that all gets thrown out the window when you hit him over the head and ran out into the freezing night with no jacket or boots on. 

He’s dealt with this before. You’ve tired running outdoors without him before and it didn’t end well. You slid down a slippery hill when running and smashed your head on your way down. You were in bed for a week with a concussion and a cold, and that was when you had warm clothes on! Lord only knows what would happen if you were left out there with nothing to protect you against his harsh winters!

This will hurt him way more than it will hurt you. Mostly because you will be too numb to comprehend much of what’s happening since you’ll constantly have a drug in your system. It’ll eat away at Canada every time he has to inject you. He’ll even cry often about how he’s sorry that things had to come to this.

It’s a shame really. All Canada ever wanted was for someone to notice him; To love him. You were the only person to give him the time of day and gave him life. He was so deathly scared to lose this feeling of love that he’d erase your entire personality just to preserve his own selfish desires. If this is the only way he can truly have you then he’ll do it.

You need to forget about the outside world now. It’s dead, and nothing out there will ever hurt the two of you ever again. Nothing to abandon you. Nothing to stab you in the back and leave you for dead. Nothing to spread lies of fear. Just the two of you together. Living comfortable and alone while the rest of the world rots.

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Having a virgin darling (France/Francis Bonnefoy)

He is over the moon about having the honor of being their first with anything let alone being their first in the bedroom.

He will make sure everything is perfect while also making sure they have the best time they have ever had.

He does go over the top with it however it does turn into a very sweet moment with just him and his darling. (Even if it’s the last thing he does.)

After the deed is done, his darling won’t have to worry about a single thing since he will have anything they could need already set up.

This will be another sweet step into solidifying their bond, linking them together forever.

[darkwaltz-blog]

Hello, happy holidays! If you are chill with it, could I please get general Yandere headcannons for France? Ty!

YANDERE! FRANCE GENERAL HEADCANONS

Happy Holidays! I really enjoyed writing, thanks for making me requests like these. Warning. Yandere content; Mentions of manipulation.

Francis Bonnefoy [France]

He is a true believer in love at first sight. From the first moment he saw his darling, Francis felt his heart melt; He didn't even know her when his mind floods with thoughts (romantic and creepy) involving him and the future love of his life.

The Frenchman does not waste much time trying to form a friendship with his partner and seeks to show his romantic interest from the beginning. Considering that this guy is the master of courtship, it's not too hard for him to pique the interest of his S/O. Once he mesmerizes her with his charms and gains her trust, he begins his most sinister plans.

Francis is essentially a manipulator, taking advantage of and acting around his lover's emotional vulnerability. Before trying to do anything, he subtly harasses his beloved until he finds out about every little detail of her life, and then he ruins her.

“Mon amour, did you just get kicked out of your house? Oh don't worry, you can stay at my house while you find another place to stay".

Francis is capable of lying, cheating, and manipulating his partner, however, he would never dare physically hurt her in any way. Every part of S/O's body is like a beautiful diamond to him: so precious and fragile that it must be preserved from all thieves who wish to steal it.

Francis is not afraid of physically and mentally hurting others. If someone poses a threat to him, he'll soon take it upon himself to eliminate them, no matter who it is. The plan must always continue.

He is always reciting sweet words to his beloved. Even in the most random situations, he becomes melodramatic and begins to caress his S/O while whispering in her ear one of the endless poems he knows, which can be romantic, erotic or terrifying, depending on his mood.

“My beloved, please let me suffocate you with my love. Let the fire of my heart envelop you until it burns your skin, your veins, your bones and your soul, to possess them. I would do anything to make you stay with me for a lifetime, whatever it takes".

If his love ever finds out about all the bad things he did, Francis will show no remorse for any of his crimes. He always thought that, in the beautiful world of love, everything is allowed, no matter if horrible acts are committed. Love is the only thing that matters.

“You… How could you do something like that?!”

"Mon amour, when a man is in love he is capable of anything, because the only thing he fears is rejection".

At this point it is almost impossible for you to escape from him. Francis has taken it upon himself to eliminate anyone who might help you escape. There is no one around you who cares about you anymore, you have nowhere to go, you have nothing and no one. There is only him.

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Do you have any yandere 1p france headcannons or yandere 2p France headcannons ? Please & thank you!!

(Since I previously did them for 2p France, these are for 1p :D)

(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! 🖤)

(A reminder, because someone mentioned something to me, this is not healthy!! This is not love. At all. This is incredibly toxic. Please take it as JUST dark fiction.)

• He usually obsessed over people he’s friends with, it’s very rare that he doesn’t know the person beforehand

• He’s more manipulative than violent, guilt tripping is extremely common with him

• Wants to get married as soon as possible, no questions about it, he was planning their wedding as soon as he set eyes on them, and that way they can officially be his

• Kidnapping is a complete no for him, will not happen

• Stalking them, however? That’s an absolute. He tells himself that he’s just making sure they’re safe and alright but he just wants to see who they talk to.

• Will take their things, specifically clothes because he likes to wear them inside his home so he can feel close to them when they aren’t around

• Tries to befriend their other friends and family as quickly as he can, he wants them to think he really cares about their life

• Fantasises about hurting people they talk to almost all the time but likely never actually will. He just glares at them while his beloved isn’t looking and hopes they get the message.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Can we get yandere france headcanons? if you do yandere i mean, no pressure if you don't :)

This takes place in an au since I find it kind of hard to slot the yandere stuff in canon I personally don't see the appeal with Yandere stuff, but this shit is so fun to write, it like a crime drama, so if you want it, I'll deliver lol

TW// I did not soften this, he's a manipulative stalker who's enamored with you and I treated it as such, so this could potentially be triggering for those who have been in a controlling/abusive relationship, if you feel you could be affected negatively by reading that, please do not read it, your mental health is far more important than Tumblr likes

Yandere France Headcanons

He's very idealistic and sees the best in the object of his affection

He sees you as a perfect, delicate flower to be protected and admired, he believes you can do no wrong and puts you on a pedestal high above everyone else, you are his petit(e) ange

In his mind, you two are together, and have been for a while, in a passionate whirlwind of mutual attraction, love, and romance

He swept you off your feet from the very first day he saw you in his little corner café and ever since then, you two have been madly in love

Realistically, you've only had some light surface level conversation with him, asking him about his day while you order a drink and pastry

François' coffee and pastry shop, named Fleur de Café, is place you visit rather regularly, the cozy vibe and aesthetically pleasing food and drinks make it the perfect place to study or do work, especially since the nice, pretty owner has the habit of giving you extra baked goods (which he started doing the third time you came in)

When you visit the cafe, he often compliments things like your smile, your outfit, and your makeup (if you wear any), he comes off as very genuine and unassuming

If you off handedly express that you're looking for a job, he would jump at the chance to offer you an interview, keeping it under the guise of simply "helping one of his sweetest, most loyal costumers"

He would be over the moon if you agreed, using the opportunity to get to know you more, learning more about you; like your hobbies, interests, dislikes, and the details of your private life

Because he views you as flawless, he would be incredibly shocked if he found out you did anything that differed from his dreamy, fantasy view of you

Any bad habits like smoking, drinking, or doing drugs would leave him astounded, anything 'heavier' would make him completely speechless

While you may think this could potentially be a dealbreaker for him, he views any behaviors that don't fit in his picturesque view (including if you were to turn down his advances) as minor hiccups in the road to your beautiful relationship, minor things that can be worked around

If you were to fall into his rose scented trap and begin a relationship, he would seem like the perfect partner, always showering you with compliments and gifts and taking you out on frequent dates

Pretty early on he would offer to let you move in, he gets lonely without you after all, so your constant company would be wonderful

Suddenly you find yourself spending less and less time with family and friends, the majority of your time would be spent around your wonderful boyfriend

While he might be an obsessive stalker, he doesn't view it that way in the slightest and wholeheartedly believes that whatever the two of you have is a healthy, nurturing relationship

He would never use force against you and would get incredibly defensive if anyone implied otherwise

No, instead he would use his charisma and charm (Read: manipulation) clouded in flowery words to keep you by his side and reliant on him

You can't find your phone? He will help you look for it when he's done with this croissant batch, you're so silly for constantly misplacing it, why don't you help him in the meantime?

You're upset that he doesn't want you to leave the house today? Well, it's a dangerous world out there, he's just protecting you, how about you go out with him tomorrow when he needs to go grocery shopping?

He's being too overbearing? Ange, he loves you, how could you say something so hurtful like that to him?

Any issue you have about his behavior, he'd wave it off, insisting that he just cares about you so much, and clearly he does, he's done so much for you

Some people would describe the way he loves you as "overbearing" or "dangerous", but he just likes to call it devoted

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Can you do a yandere France with a shy male reader who likes making languages, and speaks their own languages when they feel uncomfortable talking in any other languages? Thank you

Alright, I’ll start with some quick information about Yandere! France

He wants his darling to come to him and be drawn in like a butterfly to a cosmos flower. He liked the love between him and his victim lover to be pure, committed, and romantic. However, in order to obtain this idyllic love, he does a lot of undercover and background work. (*cough* Stalking, sewing the seeds of doubt between you and your family and friends, and having a parasocial relationship with you through his side account that he uses to follow and interact with you. This is how he begins to piece your personality together.) 

Overall, he’s still a pretty sweet and chill yandere compared to the others who aren't as flexible and calm. Just play into his delusion and you’ll have all your fundamental freedoms to have a job, go to university, travel, etc. But he will require that you have breakfast and dinner with him every day.  

Francis was thumbing through some of the notes that Mr. Piere had stolen from you. He’d been itching to find out what your gibberish had translated to. Ever since you’d been assigned to him as one of his head admins, you’d become more jumpy around him and often only ever spoke French before switching to an unintelligible language.

‘I wonder if it’s the pressure that's come with the promotion that has caused them to be all stressed out like this.’ 

He does his 50th read-through and notices that your sentence structure follows….that of his….one of the romance languages. He spent a few more hours trying to decode what you’ve written with little luck. His eyes enjoyed tracing over your neat, small, & composed penmanship. It embodied your vibe perfectly: observant & something to be admired. The subtly of each neat mark that graced the page brimmed over with life that was hidden between the floaty language that had the passion of French and the mystery of an ancient language that’s almost entirely forgotten by the modern age. He ran his hand over the page, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. It was as if he was trying to summon understanding into his mind so that he could help you through whatever you were dealing with. He wanted to hold you close and combat your situation for you. 

Francis recognized that his heart fluttered for you whenever you were around. However, he had to mask his true feelings while at work for professionalism. He was never fond of causing trouble for you. Since, after all you were still just a mortal. You had enough issues like death charging at you like a raging bull since it was always so short and…..

He shook his head vigorously like a dog who’d just bathed. He only wanted to think about being able to cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and possibly slide his hand into the tent in your pants. How cute would it be when the bush of bright red roses spread across your face? 

‘Y/N would be adorable! Plus, I want to impress them with the best food ever!’ After another few minutes, he looked at the clock, at it read 3:33 am. 

‘Yep, that must be a sign. I will figure out Y/N’s mystery language and we can become closer than some silly… work colleagues. How boring, lame, no je ne sais quoi…Y/N was meant to be my lover like they’re destined to be!’ 

France falls back on his cloudy duvet, daydreaming about what can be real in reality. Once the long, drawn-out meeting for the day finally concluded, he approached you. 

“Bonjour Y/N how are you? It’s been a while since we last spoke!” Francis’ rose & redwood cologne engulfed your nostrils and entire nervous system. The eruption of butterflies flowing from your heart sent shockwaves to all of your heart strings causing you to fall all over yourself and stumble and make your way to the door. 

‘Why now? I still haven’t fully worked out what I want to say to him in French.’ Were one of the many thoughts that was buzzing around in your mind. 

‘Oh god! What if you’re about to get demoted or, even worse, fired!?!?’ 

‘Francis could never like a dopey guy like you!?!’ 

‘I’m fucked!!’ 

France put a reassuring arm around your shoulders to steady you and try to bring you out of your mind. The onset of whole-hearted heat caused all of your involuntary shaking to cease. However much it relaxes you physiologically, it still doesn’t prevent your overactive mind from overthinking…. You honestly just wanted to be at home where you could tell your multilingual diary all about it. 

“Y/N? Y/N?” Francis questions, with worry beginning to crawl into his tone. It jolts you back into reality… where you struggled to conjure up words to speak to the Frenchman. 

“Oh yeah, I’m alright. I just have some boring data entry I have to do for the day before I transcribe all of my meeting notes for the database.” 

<In Danish>

“Y/N, Can you help me out? I got bored and started doodling. Can you give me the last 30 minutes of the meeting notes I could not catch? I know you’re one of the only ones who can translate to Danish here.” The flamboyant Dane shouts from the other side of the room as he attempts to catch up with you. “Or any other language, for that matter!” 

“Oh yeah, of course! Just give me until Friday!” 

“Wait Y/N does this mean you can probably speak Finnish?!” He squealed at having another person to speak to in his native tongue. This outburst prompted others to want to bombard you with other questions in their native tongues. 

You tensed up at the random crowd of nations, all wanting to say something in their language as if you were a new AI chatbot on a beta test run. The many people in your face made you begin to shake and sweat. Francis gripped your shoulder a little tighter and pulled you a little closer to him. He listened somewhat patiently while he began to tap his foot while you did your best to respond in Danish, Finnish, Italian, Russian etc. 

Your shaking returned and subsided like a tide being hit by the moon as you maneuvered through each language, making minor mistakes that amused and awed native speakers. They simply loved hearing you speak their language. 

As the inquiries and requests demanded more and more of you, France began to move his hand from your shoulder to your waist, bringing you in closer to the sea of inquiry.  His feet shuffled backward as your body unconsciously listened. Escape was harrowing since four new nations prevented a smooth exit from the water. As the crowd thickened, your heart picked up the pace; your forehead dripped with water droplets. Francis's grip on your side intensified. Although it was meant to comfort you, it felt like an alligator was mentally gnawing at you. Your fears and anxieties boiled to the forefront of your consciousness—vulnerabilities setting in. Before long, you were speaking in a language comprising words and diction from French and the other two romance languages (Spanish and Italian) and a Slavic sentence structure with other elements only you were privy to. All who’d surrounded you didn’t cease their chatter. While you suddenly spoke in (language name here). 

France had a pompous grin on his face. 

‘HonHonHon. I understood at least two of the words they said! I’m the best! And so is my sweet and smart Y/N!’ Your hand suddenly gripped tightly to his forearm that was around your waist. His light death grip was becoming less comforting and more painful in your anxiety-stricken panic, with swarms of mosquitoes hindering your thought process. The room of many voices pinpricked your ears, making your head swim with confusion while your mouth continued to overflow with (language). Amid the multilingual haze, you began to repeat ‘les secours’ (relief, rescue) at random points in your speech, subconsciously hoping that France would pick up the message. 

France swears that he could feel his heart fly out of his chest and into the heavens. You needed a romance-induced saving and he was more than happy to provide that. 

The meeting room exploded with a flurry of red roses and sparkles. The room went silent as half of all the people there knew: ‘Oh lord. France is on his nonsense again.’  

Like the true magical girl gentleman that he is, he transformed into a fairytale-esque prince outfit. He swept you off your feet and carried you out bridal style. 

“Y/N, let’s go get dinner at (restaurant you’ve been dying to try for a while but hadn’t had the chance to).  I know you’ll love it!” 

A blush spread across your face like a few drops of blood-red wine in a glass of water. The barest nod of a yes prompted France to smile warmly at you as he grabbed onto a vine and jumped out a window. 

[yandere-dark-cupid]

I don't know if you do reactions, but how do you think demon King Todoroki, Francis, Alfred, Eyeless Jack, and Striker would react to maid darling getting harassed by a very flirty Butler. If you don't do reactions, Just ignore this ask.

Oooh What a mix.

Warning ⚠⚠⚠: mentions of sexual harassment, torture, gore, and unhealthy behavior.

Yandere Demon King Shoto ( bnha ): ❄🔥👑

👑: Now Shoto as a demon king is equally respectable and intimidating. And with his subjects he's fair but stern, and can be harsh when the situation calls for it. However with you, he's a bit more lenient with you.

❄: So just Imagine his reaction when you ran up to the head of your staff unit about how handsy the new Butler has gotten with you despite telling him to piss off in the most passive aggressive way possible. Well for starters, he's rather upset and hurt you didn't go to him for such a a serious matter. Then he get livid at the fact that the Butler got very comfortable with you, especially with out your consent. The normal calm and cool duel King is not so cool anymore. Well on the inside that is. Very cold and stotic about the whole situation on the outside, but it feels like he's about to combust from the inside based on how angry he is. However he remains as calm and collective as he usually is and swiftly handles the situation quietly. He goes to you first to both clarify and confirm the situation.

🔥: After constant pressuring and being back into a corner, you eventually broke down and confessed to said sexual harassment allegations. Stating that it has been going on for a little while and that you aren't the only one that's suffering from such treatment. Shoto will just wrap his tail around yours and comfort you to the best of his abilities. When you've emotionally tired yourself out and fell asleep, she sneak away and head to the head of your unit. He'll tell them that he'll handle your situation from here. He'll as make a mental note to punish your boss/ the head of your unit too. Because they most likely knew this was going on behind closed doors and this could potentially hurt you too, and it did. Something he can't let go of and let go unpunished. But for now he'll just deal with the slime ball first, then the " oblivious " boss later.

🔥: Shoto sent him on trip with a couple of his advisors. Stating that he's there to cater to their needs while they're out doing some business outside the Kingdom. When in reality, those " advisors " are paid bandits to torture him. His only order to them is to keep him alive and throw him in the deep frosty waters that surrounds his Kingdom.

❄: Fun fact about Shoto's Kingdom in hell. His Kingdom is surrounded by deep bodies of water on all sides. And creatures called the Qalupalkis resides in said waters. So if you were to slip up and fall into said waters, that's automatic sudden death. That being said; once the bandits Shoto commissioned are done torturing the Butler, they'll throw the very much alive but beaten Butler into the icy tranches that surrounds Shoto's Kingdom.

👑: Once Shoto gets word, he's already sent you and some other staff that was effected by the Butler on a week paided leave ( Don't tell anyone this but you got paid a little extra. ). For now on, Shoto doesn't only have a closer eye on you but the male staff are also under surveillance too.

Yandere Demon King Francis ( hetalia ): 👑💜🍷

👑: Francis is a very flamboyant and sly demon king. He lives a life of luxury and comfort. And he wants the same for you.

💜: He's besides himself when he hears that the new staff butler has been getting awfully touchy with you despite you telling him to stop. Obviously he's upset about this fact. Just how long has this been going on! It'll take a little while for him to pull himself together and think about this.

💜: Francis will gently confront you about this matter, and once it gets confirmed that you are indeed suffering by the hands of the new male staff member he'll put you on paided ( may I add you'll be getting payed double ) leave and tell you to take a mini vacation ( with his guards on secretly accompanying you of course. ). When you leave, he'll plan out what should be done with the Butler that violated you.

🍷: Francis gets the bright idea to hand the handsy Butler over to a croven of Cannibalistic succubi. He'll just stage it and make it look like a complete " unfortunate " accident. Similar how Shoto handled this, Francis will just send the Butler away to another Kingdom. The differences being that the Butler will have his soul contract signed over to another upper class demon and that Francis " accidentally " gave the Butler the wrong direction to said upper class demon. Ooops. When in reality, Francis has specifically told the coven of succubi that a nice meal will be coming their way. His only request being to send back a vile of the butler's blood and his uniform ( Francis wouldn't want such a good uniform to go to waste. ).

🍷: When Francis gets said things he's requested, he'll feel as though he's done his good deed for the month. Some of his subjects have a satisfied stomach and his darling will no longer have to worry about the now deceased Butler. Francis's deadly sin may be Lust, but he does indeed love you greatly. He wouldn't want his beloved to feel unsafe and/ or uncomfortable.

👑: When you get back from you vacation, Francis will make sure you're relaxed and comfortable. Some may point this out and call it favoritism, but he'll just say he's just making sure his staff is ok. I mean, what kind of master would he be if he can even provide the most basic care and hospitality to his workers? For now on, Francis will be come even more sweet towards you to the point it's gonna get sickening. His presence will consitantly linger around you, to the point it's suffocating. Clingy..........

Yandere Demon King Alfred ( hetalia ): 👑💙🍔

👑: Alfred is a chaotic demon king and is very well known. He's very gluttonous and greedy, and can be quite wrathful when provoked. The only being that seems to satisfy his constant hunger and greedy tendencies is you. Pity....

💙: Not going to lie, it'll take a little while for Alfred to know that you're being harassed. He's a busy man. With him being well known and a prominent figure in the demonic monarch society, he can't constantly watch over you. Which he thinks is sad and disheartening. But when he does find out from the ones he's hired to watch you, boooooy he's pissed. It's wise for anyone in close to Alfred step 10 meters away from him. Because he'll blow a destructive temper tantrum. But when he finally cools down; he pulls himself together, fixes himself, and begins to scheme.

💙: Alfred will just randomly walk up to you while you're working and ask if the new Butler is being strange with the other staff. And he'll keep asking until he gets his answer. Alfred is well aware he can be rather annoying, and if he pushed hard enough you'll break. That being said you tell him that the new butler has been getting a little too comfortable with you and some of the other staff ( you didn't want to deal with him and become victim to his annoyance ). And that is all he needed. Alfred just cheerfully thank you for you cooperation and leaves you to finish your you Castle duties. But when Alfred leaves out of everyone's view, his once optimistic expression is replaced with a cold one. Time to interact his scheme.

🍔: What is Alfred is scheme you may ask? Well, it involves 2 main key things. Ants and honey. Lots of it. Fun fact about Alfred's Kingdom, It's a big manufacturer of Turquoise prim honey. Now Alfred isn't the biggest Fan of said honey. Sure; it's used as an ingredient in some of the sweets he consumes, but he ain't to crazy about it. But who would have known that it could be very useful at times. Like now! Another fun fact ( or not so fun fact. ) about Alfred's Kingdom, it has a little bit of an ant problem. The scarlet crescent ant is used for chewing on tough wooden surfaces, and they're pretty big. Like 3 inches big. They love turquoise prim honey. And if you you're not careful, they could hurt you. And in some rare cases, the scarlet bastards can be fatal. Something Alfred is aiming for. The good thing is that the little creatures only come out during the full moon. This is bad because Alfred doesn't want to play the waiting game. But he'll play it if it means that he can get his satisfied results in the end. But for now, he'll just move you to a unit that's closer to him and just have all female staff that's seemingly humble.

🍔: So some weeks has passed, and Alfred has completely made it seem like he has no interest. Giving the allusion that he's paying little to no mind to the Butler. But in reality, he's counting down the final hours of the butler's now wasted life. Until the right time came. It was beginning to get dark out and he had already positioned everything. Alfred had one of the staff members slip a paralysis potion in the Butler's drink. When the Butler's body finally gave out, Alfred had some of the staff members strip the Butler naked and placed him in a large barrel of turquoise prim honey, with only his head sticking out ( Alfred payed them and threatened them to keep their mouths shut about this ). They will then load his unconscious body on a truck. The truck will pull off and Alfred will fly closely behind. The truck stopped at on open clearing. The only thing there was grass and and hills of dirt. Ant hills. They went towards the biggest hill. The men Alfred hired carried the barrel and grabbed some shovels, and then they went to digging. They took the butler's unconscious body out of the barrel, placed him in the hole, and dug it back up; only leaving the Butler's head sticking out of the ground ( keep in mind the Butler is very much conscious while this is happening. ). The moon light hit the ground, the scarlet crescent ants began to come out of the ground; smelling the sweet smell of the T.P honey. Perfect timing. Alfred signaled the men to head off, only leaving him and the very much terrified Butler. Alfred stayed with the Butler all night just to see him get eaten alive by the ants around him.........

👑: When Alfred got back to the castle in the early hours of the morning, he used his all seeing eye to check up on you. You were peacefully sleeping. Cute. Later on in the week he'll drop in and check up on you just to see if your fitting in with your new unit. Good to hear that you're fitting in nicely. But don't think because you're being mostly isolated from the male staff doesn't mean that Alfred won't keep an eye on you. In fact, he doubles down on surveillance..............

Yandere Demon King Striker ( Helluva Boss ): 👑🐍🤠

👑: Striker is a stern demon king, but not a tyrant compared to some of the characters in the Helluva Boss/ Hazbin hotel universe. With the authority he holds he has eyes and ears everywhere in his kingdom, so it wouldn't take long for him to find out what's been happening to you behind the scenes.

🐍: Like I said, it wouldn't take him long to find out. With how the maids and butlers he paid extra to watch over you, He would know before the head of your servant unit knew. And Striker is... enraged. He would need to go to his own personal shooting range to calm down and think of what move he'll do. Once he's calmed down he'll go back to the castle.

🐍: Unlike the three Kings that's above him, he doesn't have to confront you. Not like he needs to already. What Striker would do instead is go to the other victims, since apparently you aren't the only one that's being harassed. Note that this is going to be very important later. Once it's confirmed by the other victims, he'll pay them a hefty bit and go on about his day. Planning of course.......

🤠: Ironically enough, sexual assault isn't a high crime in Striker's Kingdom. It's a bit low. The only way to get it a higher penalty is if their were more victims. Even then that won't give the Butler the amount of jail time Striker wanted. But to be honest, he also had different plans for the Butler. He was thinking the Death penalty is a good way to pay for what he's done, along with some torture of course. The plan has for the little shit is simple. Be framed for a crime he didn't commit. So this was how he's going to exposure it. Stricker will have 3 lower ranked monarchs killed and pin it on the Butler. Not only that, but he'll also frame the Butler for stealing from him. Making it look like he was trying to flee when he's been caught for his " crimes ".

🤠: The plan was Executed a bit slow, it took a whole month for it to fully unravel. But never the less it gave Stricker his desired results. Stricker hired 2 assassins to kill the 3 monarchs ( he didn't like those pompous assholes anyway ). Making sure they put the Butler's DNA on the weapons. Then he himself will gathered some of his and his castle's valuable Items and hide them near the Butler's room. You may be wondering. How did he manage to collect said DNA? He's a King and is skilled in the Art of , so he has his ways. Once that have been done, he'll just play the waiting game for a little while. He would make sure that the assassins lead a semi- hidden Blood trail that led to the Butler. And like expected, the Butler was caught for his false crimes

🤠: During the investigation , they found Stricker's items and some of the Castle's items near the suspects room. Hmm, that's suspicious. Maybe they were going to be used to be sold for a hefty bit, so the criminal can have some money while on the run. Stricker also made sure to Apologize to the respected families of the unfortunate victims that fell at the hands of his butler. He payed them and told them that he has everything under control, and that the convict will pay greatly. For not only stealing the King's valuables, but kill 3 monarchs will surely lead you to the Death penalty. But first, the convict will be tortured under the sun. His wings will be stripped away and his horns will be sawed off. Those 2 things will be used as trophies and reminders to not cross him. They'll be malled on his wall in his office as decor.

🤠: Once That's been done, Striker will pull out 2 gold coins ( those are also the coins the Butler " Stole " from him. ). Each coin have 2 ways on how he's going to die, and Stricker is giving him the liberty to choose which coin he wants. The Butler choose the coin in Stricker's left hand. Heads means Death by firing squad, Tails meaning Death by hanging. Stricker flipped the Coin........ And it landed on heads. Death by firing squad.

🤠: On the Day of the Execution , Stricker descised himself as one of the Executors. Once the shots has been fired, Stricker was the one to see deliver the final blow. Much to his satisfaction....

👑: Once everything has quieted down and eased up, He'll move you to a unit close to his quarters and where he's usually at. So he can watch you with his Own eyes. At this point, He'll just begin to take you with him out side the Kingdom were he himself can watch you. Since clearly in his eyes, the Staff that he payed wasn't doing a good enough job.........

Yandere Demon King Eyeless Jack ( Creepypasta ): 👑🔵🗡

👑: E.J is an...... Interesting Demon King to put it simply. He sense that you're his mate. But because how how smart he is, he won't take you like some of the others would. No, that would scare you. E.J wants a.. somewhat willing darling. So for now, he'll just observe from a distance.

🔵: Like Striker, it wouldn't take long for him to find out. The only thing that sets him apart from the envious snake demon is that He observes you personally ( with out you knowing that is. ). And there is something about a certain thing ( or someone ) when it gets personal. Therefore his reaction is anything but positive. The Bastard responsible for causing you such turmoil invoked a tight lipped rage. Something only the wise and cautious knows not to do. But I guess the Butler wasn't wise and wasn't cautious enough. Like I said, E.J is smart. So He'll deal with you first.

🔵: Also like Striker, He doesn't need your confirmation to know that your suffering. He knows it by the way you act, your behavior, and how you deal with it. He knows that your in anguish position. So he'll remove you from it. Put you somewhere where you won't have to deal with the rotten piece of shit. Then pulling a few strings to make sure you're ok. Once he's finished with you, he'll make his move on the Butler.

🗡: E.J has a simple yet plan effective plan. He'll make everyone forget about him, so that when E.J gets to him.. No one won't even know. That's phase 1 of his plan, I'll get to phase 2 later on. So he'll begin having someone slip memory lose potions in everyone's ( except him obviously ) food portions. It started of small, putting little portions here and there. But as the weeks went on, those portions got bigger and bigger. Until as expected, he was forgotten. Phase 1 has been completed. On to phase 2--

🗡: Phase 2 is where it really begins to kick in. The Butler will be led into a false security before being lead into a room. E.J's torture room. He doesn't use it much often. He's not a cruel demon most of the time, he'd rather get get it over with then to torture his prey. But this.... This is one of a special cause. He'll have the Butler strapped down to a table. His tools right beside him. Then he'll begin to skin him alive. Once the Butler is nothing but flesh, meat, and horns; E.J will begin to take his organs out. He'll keep his kidneys for himself and pickle the other organs. Maybe auction them off to other gluttonous demons that have a taste for flesh too. When he's done and cleaned up. He'll go up to his chambers, and watch you from his all seeing eye.....

👑: E.J has nothing to worry about when it comes to suspension, since the Butler is forgotten now. E.J won't kidnap you, he knows that your previous situation wasn't your fault. However, you will be watched more than you already have been before. You'll be kept closer and you'll feel a smothering presence. And you have a feeling on who it is..............

Hello Angels 😊. Back with another one. And I really liked the request this Angel sent me. I liked it. Something I won't really expect. Well until next time my little tainted Angels, see you soon 💜❤💜~

[crimson-kisses]

Ok umm. Yandere god Canada, America, Russia, Austria, Germany, and France with a nature Goddess reader.

🤡💧anon ~

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Tangled vines

Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother's touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew's loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

"Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven't felt in eons,"

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

"It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you".

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig's command with perfect harmony.

"You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all".

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror's reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature's most precious treasure, indeed.

[hetalia-angel]

Hey, I love your work! May I please request some headcanons with yandere! England, France, Italy, Russia, Romano, and Spain with a super cuddly s/o? (I'm sorry if this has already been requested.)

Yandere headcanons with a cuddly s/o

England

England is a strict worrying yandere. He’s one of the more intense yanderes to live with. But with a s/o that’ll willing cuddle with him constantly his darling’s leash will become a lot longer.

Arthur sees cuddling with his s/o as a bonding activity. The more cuddling and skin to skin contact the better. He views the cuddling as sign of her trust and reliance on him.

Arthur has a bad habit of infantilizing his s/o. He’s still bitter about losing his precious colonies. He’ll be tucking in his s/o and cuddling her close every night and cutting out time of his day to read with her on his lap.

France

France is a delusional yandere. He truly believes that his darling loves him but is still in denial. So when his darling starts cuddling up with Francis immediately believes that his suspicions have been confirmed. And that she’s totally okay with being kidnapped by him.

Francis is the most romantic yandere ever and he loves to spend long hours on the hill tops with his darling in his arms. This cuddling will no doubt gain his trust. So if you’re his darling expect to go on picnics a few times a week at least and spend all of it in his arms.

Russia

Russia sees his darling’s affection as her accepting her new place as his s/o. Ivan loves cuddling and physical touch more than anyone else. So he’ll be clinging to his darling 24/7. Ivan will be hugging her in the kitchen, bathroom, and everywhere else.

Sleeping next to the Ivan in the same bed is difficult to say the least. He’s a big guy that takes up a lot of space. But he’s insistent on cuddling his darling all night long. His darling might be cuddly but she’s got to feel smothered by the Russian giant.

Romano

Lovino is like a cat in terms of his personality. His darling will cling onto him for hours at a time and he’ll do nothing but complain and tell her that she’s being annoying. But the second she lets go Lovino will be glaring and freaking out as to why she stopped holding onto him.

Lovino will always tease his darling for clinging onto him. He secretly loves it and his darling knows too. Lovino will never admit to loving her embrace.

Italy

Feliciano will no doubt match the energy of a cuddly darling. He’ll be cuddling up with her at every chance he gets. Feli will be so ecstatic every time his s/o hugs him every time.

Feliciano like Ivan is a bedtime cuddler. He might as well get a smaller bed since he doesn’t need that much space. Feliciano just cramps next to his darling is a small space anyways.

Spain

Antonio is also like a cat but in the exact opposite way of Romano. He’s calm and sleepy constantly. He’ll relax with his darling in his arms. Iron grip

Antonio will always humor his darling’s attempts of cuddling and hugging him. While he’s cooking for the two of them he’ll often be snuggly wrapped around her waist keeping her as close as possible to him.

[shini--chan]

Ok, but, 1p France finding out that reader does love him?

Yandere France - Reciprocation 

Here we would have a man over the moon. On one hand, he would be smug about it, because of course you would fall for him, the epitome of the perfect paramour. Who in their right mind wouldn't? On the flip side, he is relieved because deep down, he was scared that you would fall for the charms of a lesser person and be blind to his dazzling perfection. Can you really blame him? Francis has been in many relationships before, but a lot of them were of the lassi faire variety, where it was a given that the love and connection would wane and fade, or the romance came with little effort. But here, with you, he would be filled with desperation and yearning and yet-fulfilled desire and it would push him to madness. You're so important to him, and he would want you so badly. 

While you falling in love with him would make him all the more smitten and obsessed with you, it would only temporarily soothe his fears and doubts. After all, he had often fallen in love with another, promised them the moon and still winded up leaving them. Who says that the reverse can’t happen? Who says that what is true love found for him is just a liaison for you? 

He’ll do everything in his power to ensure that you stay at his side. Francis will treat you like a princess from the court of the Sun King, all the more so that he’ll stand out from all the other rubble. Just don’t think that he’ll turn into a bootlicker in that case, or appease you at every turn. A princess has to follow strict rules in order to hold her position, after all. You’ll have to treat him as your liege lord, with all strings attached - when he says “Jump!” you ask “How high?”. While he’ll treat you like a gift from god, he’ll still be scared that you’ll turn away from him, or that somebody else will snitch you. All the rules he’ll impose on you will be framed by him as him caring for you, but that will still not be enough to distract from his controlling and smothering treatment. 

Should you protest, he’ll guilt trip and gaslight you, pointing out that he just loves you like you love him, and that you are overexaggerating with your complaints. Besides, didn’t your relationship work so splendidly in the past? So why are you protesting? It is not like everything has changed. He doesn’t always demand you tell him where you are going, when you leave your home, so don’t depict it like that. Though, such a setting of boundaries will only come over as nagging in his mind. Surely you shouldn’t be reduced to the stereotypical old married couple already? It would make him think you are falling out of love and that would lead him to tighten his grip on you. 

In short, while loving him in return will make some things better, as in that it would lead to outright kidnapping and a very doting lover in the beginning, it will also make some things worse. Later on in the relationship, you’ll very much be walking the tightrope between demonstrating your love and retaining your own independence and sanity. 

[yantalia545]

Can we get a part two for your motherly s/o? Except this time with the nations that have/had kid colonies. And the dynamic they have is a teamwork between a romantic yandere (Britain, France, Spain) and a platonic yandere(America, Canada, Romano).

They met when the chibi got lost and she helped them get back to their caretakers. But the chibi got attached to her so she decided to visit them when she has time. But as years go by both father and son are getting uncomfortably clingy towards her, her motherly nature filled in the absence left by the father and her concerned and nurturing nature for the adults made some days easier for them that they can't help but fall in love with her. It reached to the point where they really believed that she is their mother/wife and scared away anyone who dare tried to take her away from them. Even when the chibi grew up and is independent, he still supports his former caretaker.

"She's my/his wife, she just doesn't know it yet"

This one made my head spin @~@. So many ways to go about this.

May need to make a husband vs husband post after this. What do you guys think?

England:

England is a bit of a hardhead and a little hard to get along with at first, but he'll come along and appreciate your efforts eventually.

For a little while, when you first started coming around with America, he was a little jealous of you. England has never taken care of anyone before, but you seem to be able to do it with ease. He most likely will throw you out the first handful of times you come around just because he won't admit that he doesn't exactly know what he's doing and needs help. Only after America throws constant tantrums for you to come back will England finally put his ego to the side and call you back.

England is used to others being cocky and even very passive-aggressive around him, so when you first walked in the door and you gave him a long hug, he was very caught off guard. He even treated you horribly. Why are earth are you wing so kind to him?

America on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier to finally see you around again. He had someone else who would play with him. If you can keep up with him too, all the better.

Fairly quickly after that whole endeavor, America grew close to you. England was a very busy man and had lots of things that needed his constant attention. It was nice to have you around to fill in when England couldn’t be around. Not to mention, you were a little more easy-going than him too. America just felt more at ease when you were around. England wasn’t yelling at him as much. You made England softer and kinder towards him.

It was nice. To England, it was almost like you were married. Like a family. That world never failed to flutter England; family. You guys were a family. A real family. Finally, just like he’s always wanted. Unlike his nasty brothers that were always so rude to him. He had you; the glue to it all.

As America become older and started fights over independence, things began to grow tense. England was terrified of the feeling that his perfect family was beginning to fall apart. What was worse, you supported it. You tired to argue that America was grown now but England was too stubborn to let his family go.

England fought tooth and nail to preserver his family, but in the end, America still managed to get away from him and gain his freedom. That’s when things took a turn for the worse for you.

You betrayed him. You supported America leaving and because of your help, America managed to break away from him and gain his independence. You may be America’s mother, but you’re still his wife. You’re supposed to support him above all others.

You will be punished for this and England will be very snappy but also clingy to you for a while. Don’t hold it against him though, it was all your fault for breaking apart his family.

At one point, America will try to step in between the two of you out of concern. England has shown some dark sides of hisself thought out their time in war and was afraid for you safety. Knowing England for many years himself, America just knows that England is up to some terrible things when it involves you. Especially when he’s well aware of England’s affections for you.

The two will most likely fight often over you. Bickering in meetings especially.

“Why isn’t (y/n) allowed to come meetings anymore!?”

“Has anyone else been able to contact (y/n) yet?! Or is she just yours!”

These are all true, you haven’t been present in meetings in years and anytime someone tried to contact you, England will throw a fit and forbid you from responding to them. They’ll poison your mind and take you away from him. England’s already lost his brothers and son, he won’t lose his wife too.

The dynamic between these two is serious competition. Your son, America, will do anything he can to protect you while your husband, England, will do whatever it takes to keep what’s left of his family with him.

France:

France already had a good handle on being a good parent. Not to mention that Canada is a much easier child to handle than America is. However, France is still over the fence at the thought of you wanting to join his family.

With you around, his family is complete just like France has always wanted. Countries can produce children like regular humans can, so this was the best next thing. He, like England, has been dreaming for this moment. A family to call their own.

France will often brag about how wonderful his family is now that you're here. Especially to England just to rub in his face. France just couldn't be happier with you here. No one is going to take this euphoric feeling away from him.

You thought he was just being funny, but to France, he was serious. Ever since...you know who, he's dreamed of having a wife and a family to call his own, as I've mentioned before.

You'd go along with the joke, thinking that he was just being France. That was until France began to invest in your relationship.

It started off small and you ignored or played into them for Canada. Holding Canada's hand together, singing the little nation to sleep. Even cooking together was all things that you were doing for Canada's sake, not his. You didn't mind if they helped France out too . You wanted to lighten his burden as a caretaker. That was until things started to get a little too uncomfortable for you.

France had tried to kiss you on his way out the door. Luckily, he only managed to kiss your cheek when you turned away from him. You didn't wish to alarm Canada as you knew he was a nervous nelly, so you knew you'd have a discussion with France when Canada was asleep tonight.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. You should have just run. Called England up to watch Canada and ran that day, because when France came home that night, it would be already too late.

He was having a secret meeting with your bosses today. Well, it wasn't intended to be a dirty secret. It was meant to be a surpise. France had decided a long time ago that he was going to marry you. Today was the day he'd finally put it all into place.

With a smile on his face and the most beautiful ring he could find, France practically skipped home that day. Excited to ask you the big question. France was a little worried about you avoiding his kiss that morning, but he pushed it to the side as just morning brain. If just a kiss can get you so nervous just wait until he tells you the big news.

When you rejected his proposal, he was shocked. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you lived here? To join his family?

No. No. No. No. NO! He won't have it. You do love him! France knows you do. You're just nervous and confused but don't worry, France will be a good fiance and husband and take care of you every step of the way. It's not like you can really say no when your boss already signed the papers.

Canada will be confused as he suddenly sees you less and less. Where did you go? What does France mean by needing to "heal" you? Are you sick? While France has his hands full with conditioning you he won't have a lot of time to spend with Canada. Being that he doesn't receive attention from others, this will impact Canada greatly. He'll start to cling to you more when you are allowed out. Unknowingly pushing the idea that your defiance is only hurting the family.

Spain:

Little Romano is quite the handful, so when you came around to offer your help Spain was more than happy to accept. If only Romano would behave himself and not catcall you.

What is he to do about that boy. :')

To Spain's surprise, he does see Romano settling down at some point during your visit. Romano just can't act tough forever. Not when you're pampering him like no other. Spain almost couldn't believe it when he saw Romano curled up against your side while you slowly pat his head. Careful not to touch his precious curl. Your voice was so beautiful as you sang a soft tune from your homeland. Romano was blissfully listening with a soft smile; Nealy asleep.

That day, you looked so heavenly in Spain's eyes. Like a goddess who tamed a wild beast. He almost couldn't believe that this wouldn't last forever. You would have to go home eventually as you were only a visitor.

If only there was a way you three could stay like this forever.

After that, Spain made sure to invite you over all the time. With the help of a fussy Romano who just wouldn't calm down until he saw you again, you spend an enormous amount of time at Spain's house. Much to their delight.

Whenever you were around, Spain could delve into his fantasy about being a happy family and Romano could have something that his stupid younger brother can never take away from him.

Despite Romano's hard exterior, he really is just a scared little child who was hurt by the abandonment of Rome and the overshadowing of his preppier brother, Italy. All he ever wanted was to feel seen and wanted. You were perfect.

You never once compared him to Italy or picked on him. You were always so calm and gentle but knew just how to put him back in his place. (You are quite terrifying when tempered). For that, Romano holds a lot of respect for you that carries on into his adulthood. He most definitely sees you like a mom. His mom. Not his brothers; Just his.

Spain is more than happy to use Romano's perspective of you to his advantage. If Romano sees you as his mom, then that must mean that you're also his wife. The three of you are a little, happy family.

Being a loving country, it doesn't really take Spain too long to propose to you. He was just so certain that you were dying to say yes. When you mention that you only see Spain as a friend and that you were only looking to help with Romano it shatters him. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you come around so often?

Spain takes your rejection very harshly. His mind just won't stop spinning with all these nagging questions and insecurities. Could you be seeing someone else? Taking care of another person's child?

This won't hold well for you. Spain most likely will be taken over by his rolling thoughts and lock you in his basement until you reconsider. He doesn't want to scare Romano, so he'll tell him lies about you and that this is all normal between couples. Romano will be too young to understand that what Spain is doing is really wrong. Besides, he does want you you stay with him too. Romano can't risk losing his mom.

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Team-ups: France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

Bad touch trio  

Out of the three of them Prussia is the main one who does the punishments while Spain will rarely do punishments. France is the only one out of the three that won't do punishments since the other two will do it.

On the other hand, it's the same two (France and Spain) who will try to get their darling’s punishment lightened or make it harsher.  

All three are delusional however each one is at a different level with France being the most delusional and Prussia just being a bit more aware. Spain is in the middle between the two on the scale.

It's not that hard to keep things peaceful since they get along already and adding their darling in the mix isn't going to cause too many problems.

Their darling will be completely always smothered by all three.  

It will be near impossible to escape those three on a good day let alone a bad day.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Can you do 2p Face family sharing a s/o

Yandere 2P FACE

To start, the fact you managed to steal the hearts of them all is an absolute surprise not only to you, but to them too. I mean, they all have different interests in partners, but here you are, breaking those interests for them and proving that they can love someone who isn't their "type" too.

It all started when James brought you back home, as his partner. You were a mature and educated individual, which surprised everyone that you ended up dating some hick from the country. It seemed that you started dating after you met him while volunteering at the local shelter that he was volunteering at. And everything else is simply history.

You were polite but didn't let anyone walk over you. You enjoyed being nice, but also knowing your own worth. Allen once tried to fuck around with you and make you seem worse than you were, but you put him right in his place.

That was exactly the moment he fell for you. Well, he fell for you before, but this was when he finally accepted that he was crushing on his brother's partner.

The next to fall was Oliver. See, you disliked Oliver, but you respected him. And that dislike made you something hard to achieve. And he wanted to get you now that he could not.

The last person to fall was Louis, the father figure of James. A troubled soul and failing artist who has fallen into some horrible habits out of despair.

Why did he fall for you? You were the only one who came to the art show that he had put on. You came with james to show his father figure support, but ended up moving him in a way that nobody else had managed to.

In general, life was quite easy at first, when everyone, besides James, felt like he was allowed to openly love you. For different reasons, all of them tried to hide their feelings for you. Allen because he didn't believe you could ever like him, Oliver because he couldn't believe he liked you, and Louis because he couldn't betray his son in such a way. But that didn't last long, of course.

James is not happy about sharing you, you're his partner after all. But it's better than having three rivals, and losing your family. He wished he could change things up so you were a bit happier, but sometimes, things like that can't be achieved and he accepted that not losing you is better than you being happy, but without him.

No matter what, James is near you, even if it's the time for others to be with you. He's your first one, your main man, so he has the right to be there.

Allen is the most unhappy about it and often gets into fights with James over getting alone time with you. Oliver and Louis, for different reasons, doesn't mind James tagging along.

Of course, all of them sneak alone time with you, when James is busy or not keeping an eye on you. There is always a way to trick James, as he was never the smartest.

[oneknightstand-if]

hi, i saw on the valentines preview that one of the choices, the first choices, includes the word "g*psy". if you were not aware, the term originated as and is still used as a racial slur against romani people.

That's literally a direct quote from Hunchback of Notre Dame...

The evil archdeacon of 15th Century France is doing way worse than not using a modern PC term here (he's literally threatening to kill the heroine if she doesn't sleep with him).

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

I'm choosing tragedy today. Can I have Yandere allies with a darling that's pregnant ( by them ). She's been trying her best to make it work with them ( but the Yanderes can tell that it's not out of love, it's out of the fact that they'll be having a kid soon ), but it's very hard for her. Soon the stress of being kidnapped and forced to do things against your will caught up to the darling. It caused her to miscarriage. They can remember that dreeded day. The darling was streaming, yelling at that it was all their fault and they had killed their baby with their sick fantasy. From that day on, the darling grew cold and bitter towards them. It's gotten to the point they hardly ( if at all!!! ) considers their existence, and it seems that they'll never let up. I need something very angst-y and depressing please.

FYI: This one is heavy. It took me almost a year to write for this one and I wanted to do it justice. So, I hope it was worth the wait. 

Night’s freezing rain beat like a lover’s wounded heart against the old roof. The gentle, constant thrum mixed with the squeak of an old glider were the only sounds that filled the dark nursery.

(Y/N)’s unsteady rocking matched the wet, glazed look in her (E/C) eyes as the empty, white cradle hypnotized her.

Its somber whispers coiled around her. Reminding her of what she had lost, and what could never be. Her damaged fingernails cracked as she dug into the stained wood as the dark thoughts continued. How HE had taken the one drop of pure sunlight that had appeared in months.

A shrill creak accompanied by a harsh beam of white light broke the tormentor’s fantasy. (Y/N) didn’t react, only gliding in the cushioned chair.

Softly, he called her name. A gentle plea for her attention, reaction, anything to prove that his beloved was still alive.

The repetition of her name and pet names grew as his thunderous, slow steps grew closer. Her own frustration bubbled up in the form of dark tears. A low dog-like growl grew from her throat the closer he came.

When his hand touched the chair, stopping the sway. (Y/N) snapped.

“GET OUT!” She stood, barring her teeth. “You have no right to mourn for what you killed! For what you’ve taken from me!”

Wailing, (Y/N) continued her verbal gnashing. Letting the disgusting flood waters flow from the haunted swamp it had been trapped in.

As the tears began to shutter like the slow change of the tide, (Y/N) laid one more verbal sting. “I never loved you.” She laughed hysterically. “The only thing you were good for was being a sperm donor!”

America: The black, leather gloves wrinkled harshly against Allen’s fists. His teeth clicked as he ground them like metal gears forced to a sudden stop.

“I’m” His hand tightened on the glider.” tired of your shit!” The chair clattered and splintered as the force of the push caused it to become embedded in the nursery wall.

Gasping, (Y/N) attempted to stagger back yet Allen followed, offering her no relief. Closing the gap until they were only a hair apart. His finger bruised her breast as he jabbed into the supple flesh.

“He” Allen’s voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes like pins. “Was my son too, and for a time we were happy. You accepted me as your husband. And we WILL be happy again.”

Allen backed up; his flushed face paired with pained tears. “Just give me more time.”

Canada: Matt was silent and stiff as the words reverberated off the nursery walls like a mortuary bell.

(Y/N) watched as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to the point that the bandages around his chest strained to hold the powerful muscles back. He spoke with the exhale; frustration leaking into his tone like a cracked dam ready to burst.

“I understand your hurtin, Maple. But there ain’t any reason to take it out on me.”

Guffawing in shock, (Y/N) could only gasp before she began to spit her venom like a spited Sahara serpent. Numbering her woes like the course, grains of sand in a blood-red desert. Hissing as she described how each moment of forced obedience was as if he stroked her thin skin with a Cholla cactus, leaving slivers of spines and ruby rivers in its wake.

“ENOUGH!”

His roar shook the room, ceramic figurines tinkled as they rattled, and books shifted on shelves as (Y/N) was silenced mid-word.

Still, as the nursery statues, (Y/N) remained frozen as Matt stalked closer. Their eyes locked as predator and prey.

Matt’s heavy breathing fanned her paling face. Whispering, “Enough”. Scarred hands cupped (Y/N)’s face, leading her closer to him. Foreheads softly bumped as they touched. “I get it, Maple. It hurts, and that pain will never go away. But I will remain, even as you fight me, to ease that pain.”

France: (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she slapped a hand against her (L/C) lips. She whimpered like a scared child at the realization of her grave mistake.

She had dared to insult her tormentor. The man that claimed love, but instead showed obsession. A man that privately destroyed anyone that dared to injure his pride.

When François sighed, (Y/N) flinched. Muscles tense for pain and punishment, but he made no move to her. Instead, the frumpy Frenchman reached into his back pocket, seeming not affected by his wife's sharp insults.

He shuffled for a moment before revealing a box of blue and white box Gauloises cigarettes and a simple, black, Zippos lighter. With a quick flick and click, François lit the cancer stick and lifted it to his lips. Taking a long, slow drag before letting the smoke blow like a dragon’s fire.

“Cher,” His voice rumbled like a car driving on gravel. “Are you done?”

“No-o. I’ll never be done.” (Y/N) choked on her whimpers as she backed up shakily. “I’ll always hate you.”

Another sigh from François, this one heavier like a man tired of fighting an uphill battle as he made his way to her glider. The chair creaked as his weight fully settled into it.

The calloused hand with the lit cigarette was outstretched. Inviting her into his lap. (Y/N) didn’t move, only shaking further as she pushed herself against the bars of the white cradle.

“Come, to me Cher. Let’s dream of what our life could have been had our bébé remained with us.” His hand remained out, fingers and palm relaxed further. “And when you are ready, we can try again, but we will never forget our first.”

England: As her final syllable echoed off the pastel, nursery walls, Oliver's look of shock slowly morphed into something more sinister. His cool, blue eyes darkened into the pink slits of an angered Cheshire cat, while his lips rose to show off the large, sharp canines that looked ready to paint themselves with her blood.

“Now, Poppet.” He purred tightly. “Let’s not ruin tonight by acting like the last few months haven’t been wonderful. After all.” His smile sharpened. “I have quite the surprise in store.”

(Y/N) scoffed challengingly as she looked away. Her wet eyes burned holes in the white carpet as she dropped her voice down to a choked whisper. “We weren’t happy. It was a lie to keep my child safe. And now they're gone.”

Oliver’s hardened stare softened. “Not quite dearest.”

As the pastel-dressed man stepped to the left. he revealed a small child standing in the doorway. The light from the hall creating a small halo around their head. The fluffy hair on top of his little head appeared to be made of the softest strawberry-blond silk that curled at the top of his ears. His pale, freckled face was flushed red as his (E/C) eyes bubbled with unshed tears.

(Y/N) noticed that his lips trembled as his tiny hands nervously tugged at the corduroy overalls. Never looked at her, but at the floor, as he slowly shuffled away from their captor.

“Oliver, where did you get this child?”

The questioned man smiled. Though, this one was different from the tight one given moments before. This one was still large, but genuine, warm like the end of a summer day. Somehow that sent a chill colder than the winds of hell down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Poppet, don’t you recognize our son?”

Russia: As (Y/N)’s shout turned to silence; she sneered at her captor. Arms crossed and teeth bared like a starving dog in a fighting ring ready to resist any punishment Viktor would lay.

 Instead of the monotone lecture and bruising grasp of his bare hands, Viktor was silent and still. His frown was slight, but his eyes told a silent tragedy. His dull crimson irises appeared darker than normal, almost lifeless by the heavy, purple bags that hung underneath them. His brown hair was unkept rather than the neat sweep of its usual style.

“Милый,” He rumbled with a deep sigh, “I, understand that I am at fault. I caused you too much stress.” Viktor moved closer to (Y/N), his heavy winter boots sinking into the plush carpet with each step. “Destroyed your health to the point your body could no longer maintain our child.”

On Viktor went, rattling off minor inconveniences as if they were deadly poisons that lead to the death of their child. Each one sent (Y/N) further back until her back smacked against the wall. Her cold hands clawed against the painted material searching for something to put between her and the mad beast.

A loud slam against the wooden wall resonated through the room as Viktor placed his hands against the wall. (Y/N) froze, trapped by the large arms of her ‘husband’. Their eyes were locked, red ones full of grief and stress while the (E/C) eyes contained only fear.

His whispers of atonement only increased her fear. Killed her belief that she would ever be free.

China: (Y/N) watched Jin’s eyes shut as he took a deep breath. Then another, his hands curling into tight fists before releasing in time with his breathing.

Like the slow ticking on a clock before a big event, his breathing eventually steadied. His red eyes opened like the heavy, iron gates of castles in eras past.

The tranquil rose-red garden that once lay within his eyes was no more. Withered and greyed flowers were what now remained inside. Almost like the weight of loss had begun to reveal Jin’s true age.

“I know, but will you still join me at her memorial?”

"Memorial?" 

"Yes, Qin. Though she never made it to this plane." Jin's breath shuttered as he held back tears. "She still deserved to be honored as if she did."

He held out his hand toward her. A broken smile on his lips as he silently urged her to take his hand. To begin the process of healing. 

Quietly, (Y/N) opened her mouth. No sound left her, not even the squeak of a syllable. She shook her head, licking her lips as she lifted her hand. Hesitantly placing it into his. 

"Ok."