#yandere 2p canada

[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.

#yandere hetalia imagines #yandere imagines #hetalia imagine #yandere hetalia headcanons #yandere headcanons #hetalia headcanons #yandere hetalia #yandere #2p france #2p england #2p america #2p canada #yandere 2p france #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p america

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

could you do something for yandere 2p canada? I’m so down bad for Matthieu 😭😭😭😭

Yeah totally!!! Man it's been a minute since I've gotten an ask! Also it's winter so why not a winter story?

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Title: welcome home baby

Reader: gen! Neutral

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Every year it was the same in your small town. The winter was coming and the crops were dying, The farmers have already stored the crops that they are going to use for the rest of the winter as well as selling them to make money. The farmers have covered up their animals so they can bear with the cold. The days were shorter in the sky seem to always have an overcast as snow was expected almost every single day, as well as temperatures below 20°F(-7°C). You were no different, you had a small ranch on the outskirts of town near the woods. You had a few cows and a large coop of chickens as well as some goats, sheep, pigs, and some small garden for your own eating. Like the rest of the farmer you had spent the entire summer stocking up as well as keeping your meat fresh from the animals You had butchered.

You always hated winter, it was always dark and damp. It always reminded you of the work that could be done but cannot be done. You were sitting inside your small farmhouse, your border collie named Maxwell at your feet. You were busy knitting another sweater. You found some things to do since during the winter you wouldn't have to worry so much about the farm work except checking on the animals and making sure they were cared for as well as their water containers weren't frozen solid. It was getting dark, the night time was always scary due to the fact that the small town you were in had no street lamps as well as the nearest neighbor being about a mile away. The woods always felt like they were watching you. You always brushed it off saying that deep down somewhere there was some pesky wolves or foxes that you just didn't feel comfortable with but you always knew you could take care of it. However unlike a coyote or a wolf or even something as much as a pesky fox seemed more manageable than this presence that always lurked in the woods. The presence itself seemed menacing but not in a way that could illy harm you however there was still the potential that this said Presidents could harm you. However though you couldn't help to linger on the presents due to the fact that you were so busy, after all worries don't keep food on the table nor your animals fed and kept safe. The sun had finally set and the windows were all dark, unlike in the summer there were no sounds outside except for an occasional owl. The summertime at least had crickets and fireflies to light up the area around even if it was just a little. Looking at all of your uncovered windows gave chills down your spine. You decided to draw the curtains on all the windows You didn't want to think about the outside It just seemed too much to think about right this second. The presence that was in the woods felt like it was staring at you, the drawn windows provided some relief to it but it just felt uneasy. Nonetheless you decided that it would be best to go to bed.

In the morning you went out to check on the animals and to make sure that they were all fed. You saw one of your neighbors by your back fenceline. His name was Matthieu, He had lived in the woods behind your house on his own land. He was sort of the lumberjack type not really having his own ranch. You smiled at him and gave him a small nod.

" Morning Matthieu, what seems to be the trouble?" You asked with a smile

" Oh nothing just wondering if you had issues with foxes, a fox came and dug under my coop and killed a dozen of my hens" he said sounding a bit annoyed, it was difficult to see his emotion or tone since he usually sounded uninterested and bored.

"No, no foxes over here but I need to ask you something, now this might sound crazy...do you ever feel like something is watching you in these woods?" You asked hesitantly.

Mathieu raised a brow and thought for a minute. You worried that you might have sounded like a crazy person. After all every single person in this town knows that there's nothing out in the woods except for some bears.

" no, not personally but if you're feeling like you're being watched then you might want to invest in some better curtains or something." He looked to one of the windows "might want some dark curtains to cover up at night. I'll keep an eye out for any strange activity." He gave a soft nod to you. You felt oddly reassured.

I mean this was your neighbor for gods sake! Neighbors can trust each other!

That night you were laying in bed. You felt like something was stalking you. You were the prey being hunted. You got up and grabbed your shotgun. You went outside in your nightgown with a loaded shotgun in hand. You walked around your property looking into the woods. You were tired of feeling afraid and you were going to do something about it. You walked into the woods, the horrible presence felt much stronger now. whatever it was. it was following you. You felt your heart begin to race as your pace quickened, you looked around desperately in the dark. A gun only does you so well when you cant see your target. In the dark something kicked your gun into the thick brush. You couldn't see only using the barely illuminated moonlight to guide you. Something grabbed you, you kicked and screamed trying to fight back the large dark figure took one good swing and knocked you out.

darkness....

darkness...

wait you hear noise

and feel warmth....a fire?

The world was swirling back. Man that was some gnarly head trauma. You opened your eyes seeing a stone fireplace. you were on a couch, the house was built like a cabin, The rug was a bear rug and there was taxidermized game busts on the wall. The House had a weird home like feel to it. You smelled black coffee brewing. Your head was throbbing. considering how you got knocked the fuck out. You heard the wooden floor creak as someone was walking in. You looked up to see Mathieu Williams! Wait Mathieu?

" Look, this isn't ideal but you'll understand soon enough" He said softly

"What the fuck man?" You said confused and rather pissed

"(name) , you need to understand-" He sounded rather calm

"No! what the fuck? Im leaving, be glad im not calling sheriff-"

He yanked you to him "I didn't fucking say you could leave." He growled.

You tried to swing, he grabbed your wrist. He tightened his grip on you. You kicked his stomach as hard as you possibly could. It just pissed him off more.

" sorry (name) but I'm not letting you go anytime soon, you're gonna have to fucking live with it baby"

"Please don't kill me" You begged

"Kill?" He sounded amused " Oh no baby I don't plan on killing you, i plan on keeping you. Like a spouse or a pet. Choice is yours baby" He chuckled darkly.

"Spouse or....pet? I want neither! I want to go home and for you to FUCK OFF!" You yelled at the end.

He was entertained by your pathetic attempts to free yourself. He grabbed rope tying you up.

"There we go. Cant have you running can we?" He said satisfied

" Fuck you! I hope you rot!" You screamed

He looked back at you raising a brow "If i rotted you'd rot right next to me. Till death do us part baby and I plan on having you be my little partner. Scream all you want. No one will hear you for miles baby." He laughed sadistically.

You felt your stomach sink. What were you gonna do?

"What about my animals?" you said thinking of them

"No worries baby they've been integrated into my farm and as for your dog, he's on the porch napping. You have nothing to worry about but i cant let you go outside baby. I need you here" He said softly

Seems like he planned this all. Escape might be harder than you thought. Good luck on running anytime soon hun..

#yandere 2p canada #yandere hetalia #yandere 2p hetalia #yandere #hetalia

[shini--chan]

May I request a birth scenario for the 2ps. You can do either side first and make 2 separate posts.

There is one ask further up in my ask box asking for the dreaded birth scenario with the 2p axis anyway, so I’ll just be doing the 2p allies for now. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Dreaded Birth

America

“Not like you have much choice, cupcake”, Allen lazily drawled from his place next to you. He had tidied himself up for the birth, and it was downright surreal to see him in a blue overall with a hairnet and mask. Exhausted as you were from pressing the baby out, you had nearly not recognised him for a moment.

“You are not the mother of that…”, you began weakly only to be cut off by him.

“Yes, I’m the daddy and you are the mommy and you’ll act the part. Taking care of another human being will be good for your mental health. We talked about this sugar. You are just acting like this because you just had a difficult birth and post-partum depression is already setting in. Plus, you’re anxiety is showing again.”

Allen would quickly see what you are up to and would do his best to stamp it out as soon as possible. He would have possible caught on to your true feelings on the matter long before the deliver would have taken place with how you would be more emotional and prone to lash out in the weeks leading up to the event. As such, he would have a plan in mind to deal with you.

Would either take you to a small country hospital or a hippy commune to have the birth. There, he would either know the people very well, letting him be the more credible person in the room, or it would be a group of complete strangers that wouldn’t care about your fate and therefore have no incentive to intervene.

Would likely give you a joint or cannabis tea afterwards to make you calm down. Promises would be made and he would have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with you, doing his best to sway you. If else, the carrot and the stick will have to do.

Canada

Sighing Mark turned to the midwife, asking: “Mind leaving us alone for a minute? I have to have a word with my wife.”

“Please don’t go”, you stated. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Cassidy, as she was called, looked uncertain between you and Mark, not knowing who to heed. She probably also sensed that something foul was afoot, having likely been in similar situations before, situations where not everything was as it seem on the surface.

“I had a fight with my honey-buns before the contractions started. With everything that happened today, she is probs more mad at me than she usually would be.”

“Alright. I’ll just be by the door. When you have finished comforting her, not hesitate to shout”, the woman said somewhat hurriedly, and then scurried out of the room. Typical – she just wanted to believe what he had said, because the alternative would be so extremely troubling. Now you were alone with the wolf.

Mark could do his best to construct the situation as just an unfortunate series of events. Though, because he wouldn’t be the most sociable and suave guys, he would likely leave opening that you could easily exploit. Taking with the nurse a bit or some other person witnessing the awkward scenes, and you could have a very willing accomplice that could help you escape and even testify in court.

Aside from that, would sit on your bed and do a long lecture, while holding the baby in his arms. Would chide you of disturbing the sleep of the little one if you would raise your voice and reprimand you for being so heartless as to rejecting such a cute and helpless thing that would suffer dearly without your aid. If it initially wouldn’t work, then he would have the following weeks to convince you.

China

Zao raised a thin eye-brow, a rather emotional gesture for such a stoic man. Or at least, for when he wasn’t under the influence of anything. Ignoring your protests, he shoved the baby in your arms, forcing you to take it unless the small tumbled to the side of the narrow bed you had just given birth in and smash its head open. The midwives had just finished washing the wax off the pliable body and swaddled the boy in blankets. After handing the father his child, they had all filed out doubtlessly in accordance to some preplanned schedule.

This China wouldn’t leave much room for argument. He would ensure that events would be framed to make sure that out of the two of you, you would be viewed as the evil doer. The people around you would offer you a lot of unsolicited advice on child rearing and ensure that would be doing your job of a dutiful mother. Should you fail on doing that, they would be the ones to lecture you and shame you. That could or couldn’t be Zao’s intentions, yet the outcome would be that you would feel the pressure more acutely, since it wouldn’t just be some crazed faux-lover telling you what to do.

It would be one of those circumstances where he would continuously invite people over, just to force you into the role of mother. Other’s would gossip and look down on you if you wouldn’t, after all.

All the time, would act as if you are not protesting against motherhood – shoving the child in your arms, leaving you alone with him and assigning you the role of primary caretaker. He is not going to feed the boy, would you let the kid starve? You know that you could go to jail for child abuse if you’d do so.

England

Oliver giggled softly, bright blue eyes shining.

“What did you say, poppet?”, he asked brightly. His appearance made you step back. He was covered in blood, your blood to be exact, seeing that he had played midwife.

You had hoped that the deliver would have meant that you would have been allowed to see other people. Sadly, he had deftly dashed your hopes by doing the task himself. It shouldn’t have surprised you – the mere notion of you in somebody else’ arms drove him berserk.

“Nothing, dear”, you answered quietly, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to go full batshit insane if you would ruin his dream of a happy little family. He would desire, no require a sweet little life with a darling sweet wife and a cute tyke to be happy, so don’t dare tear that away from him.

If you would insist on being difficult, he would go one of two routs. The first one would be dragging you to his personal torture chamber, disregarding that you just gave birth, and torturing you a few hours. You would only be allowed out every once in a while for a quick clean-up and to breastfeed the child.

Or he could play the long game by turning the child you would hate so much against you. Then he would have an ally in keeping your behaviour in check. Perhaps, that route would be so much to his liking that he would force another child on you and repeat the whole process.

France

Francois carelessly snipped the finished bud of his ciggerette towards the rublish bin. It missed and rolled on the floor, vanishing in an arc behind the bin. Sighing for the untempth time this hour already and looked up at you. You were staring at the craddle with bitter contempt, as if the squeaking child had gravely insulted you. This was slowly going too far. Sure, he had would also be more peeved if he would be bleeding from his genitals for over a month and stretched skin turned into a wrinkly flap of tissue. "It is not as if she tried to kill you so stop trying to set her on fire with your eyes", he tiredly commented. Affairs like this made him even more tired than usual. Maybe there was still some German beer in the fridge to calm his nerves. "And yet she still nearly did", you curtly snip back, all to happy to let out your anger now. Ah yes, there was that. On good days Francois could easily forget that you nearly died during childbirth. Partially, he had been angry at the baby for that, at least in the beginning, however, unlike you, he was a rational person and worked quickly to overcome his misgivings. - Francois' solution would just be to shrug off your responses and wait. Surely you would have only been hysterical at the moment and given a few weeks you would surely calm down. If not, then he would resort to violence - burns and choking and attempts to impregnate you again. - Though, that would only be the case if he would still want the child. If you could argue your case well enough, then he would put the child up for adoption. That would be the outcome anyway, if he would find the child to be too difficult he would give it away, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

Russia

Victor raised his eyebrows in askance and then his expression proceeded to melt into one of mirth. The usually stone expression vanished, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his mouth forming into a smile that had too many teeth. Hiding the lower half of his face inside his signature red scarf, he looked even more sinister. That was when it came to you - his happiness stemmed from giddy anticipation. You had just broke one of the rules in this elaborate game of cat and mouse, you had just given him an exuse to act out his crueller fantasies. Normally, you were more careful, but this time, you had lost it all because you had allowed your emotions to get the better of you for the fraction of a minute. Those red eyes, twinkled down at you as he carefully laid the buddled little babe in your lap. You felt a shiver run down your spin as he patted your messy hair. The gesture would be affectionate, if you didn't know him. Ice gathered in your belly and you found yourself frozen with dread. "I'll keep your words in mind", he said softly, and with that, you knew that you were doomed. - Victor would use this as an excuse to let out his pent up anger and frustration out on you. For a few weeks, you would become his emotion punching bag. Of course, it would be constructed so that you would likely not suffer permanent damage. Emphasise on likely, because that could change very quickly if would provoke him. While standardly a very collected man, when he would already be swimming in anger, he would lose all tolerance for bs. - During that time, he would still have you tend to the child. Your treatment of the little one would determine if your punishment would be extended or shortened as well as the intensity of it. Of course, he wouldn't tell you of this - it would just be more fun for him to have you figure it out yourself. - Such an "event" could occur again and again during the life of your child, depending on your behaviour towards them. Family is something that Victor would take extremely seriously.

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p allies #yandere 2p russia #yandere 2p america #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p china #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p france #x reader

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Could you please do more yandere 2p canada hcs?🙏

(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’s not all that possessive compared to most yanderes but he does want to be told where they are/who they’re with and will get jealous if he thinks a friend is becoming "too close"

• He would NEVER hurt them, he's not that kind of yandere, but he's not against going to friends that he thinks are getting too close and hurting them

• The only people he wouldn't really worry about them seeing all the time are their family, he's very close with his own so he can understand them wanting to see their family a lot

• He's very aware of himself, which means he does go into little spirals where he knows what he's doing is wrong ad doesn't want to be like this but he just can't do anything about it

• When they're over at his house, he will watch over them all the time. While they're sleeping, eating, or even just trying to read a book

• Always tries to go out with them when they go somewhere, even just to the shops, so he can loom behind them and watch them go about their day, the idea of being left alone for even a few minutes genuinely upsets him

• He does watch them while they're on their phone, he tries to be subtle about it because he doesn't want to offend them and imply he thinks that they're cheating (even though he does think that)

#2p #Hetalia #2p Hetalia #2ptalia #2p Canada #2p Headcanons #2p Hetalia Headcanons #2ptalia Headcanons #Yandere #Yandere 2p #Yandere Hetalia #Yandere 2p Hetalia #Yandere 2ptalia #Yandere 2p Canada #Yandere Headcanons #Character Headcanons

[yanwriter-archive]

Update on blog and Upcoming Works

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

- Yanwriter

Upcoming works (No particular order)

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

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

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

Yandere Nyo!Belarus General headcanons

Yandere Netherlands

Yandere Viking Sweden

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

#Yandere #yandere hetalia #upcoming works #yandere russia #yandere 2p russia #yandere germany #yandere 2p germany #yandere 2p france #yandere 2p america #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p china #nyo belarus #yandere nyo belarus #yandere netherlands #yandere sweden #yandere viking sweden #yandere Denmark #England Hetalia #hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #yandere hetalia x reader

[hetalia-angel]

What are the things that attract 2p canada to a person? Platonic or romantic.

I meant to post this tmr but I accidentally didn’t click the post on a timer option so I guess you get this early. 💜💜💜

What attracts 2p Canada to a person?

Romantic

Matt is attracted to kindness in a person. Anyone can be nice but kindness is hard to find. If that doesn’t make sense let me put it this way. To be a nice person is by smiling and making small talk with someone. While being kind is truly caring about others; maybe you don’t smile and wave at everyone but you do care and truly do your best to be selfless.

Matt is pretty used to being judge since he’s this random big guy who lives in the middle of the woods with bad social skills. So if you’re kind and accepting to him he might develop a bit of a crush on you.

It also helps if you’re soft spoken. Since Matt has a gruff manly voice it’s a nice change to have a darling with a nice honeyed voice to keep him company.

Platonic

Matt is very protective over shy or timid people. He’s a stoic traditional guy and he believes in protecting the weak to his core. So if you’re a victim of bullying and he sees it your bullies will be obliterated.

He’s very protective over toddlers and younger children since he sees them as very innocent and vulnerable. If platonic darling is a young child he’ll be taking care of them constantly. He was never doted on or coddled as a kid so expect lots of gifts. They’re not expensive but simple homemade gifts like scarfs, whittled wooden animals, and quilts.

Matt finds himself easily attracted funny people as friends. They help to ease tension and make everything seem so much easier.

#2ptalia #2p!hetalia #2p headcanons #2p canada #yandere 2p hetalia #2p hetalia #hetalia

[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."

#2p canada #2p china #2p russia #2p england #2p hetalia #2p america #2p france #2p allies #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere

[milaisreading]

Could u please do 2p Canada yandere headcanons!

🌱🩷: I'll try my best since I suck at making headcanons, tbh. Hope u like it!

🏒 2p!Canada seems like the silent type of yandere. Sure, you can suspect him of a lot of things, but definitely not him being a yandere. He will silently watch his SO from the side-lines and doesn't plan on confessing... yet.

🏒 I think 2p!Canada is more of an overprotective yandere than anything, with a pinch of obsessed. He is more concerned over the well-being of his SO and protecting them from danger (other love interests).

🏒 2p!Canada would definitely beat anyone up who dares to speak ill of his SO. In his eyes, they are the most perfect being, and whoever disagrees will learn their lesson rather quickly (que Allen losing another tooth for being a loud mouth)

🏒As I said, 2p!Canada doesn't plan on confessing, AT FIRST, but over time, it becomes unbearable for him to hold it in, and he will just blurted his feelings out. The confession can go 2 ways. The 1st way being that his SO accepts his feelings and they start dating. Perfect ending tbh, while he will definitely isolate his SO slowly, it better than the 2nd option.

🏒The 2nd way is that if his SO doesn't accept the feelings and says they are better off as friends, expect 2p!Canada to kidnap his SO and bring them to some cabin in the middle of nowhere. He will at first limit them to the extreme, not letting them out of the bedroom and such. But overtime, if his SO cooperates, he will become way more lenient.

🏒 2p!Canada is, imo a very mild yandere from the bunch. I think the kidnapping would be done more from his paranoia and protective tendencies than anything.

🏒 Would definitely shower his SO with different gifts, food, love, and attention. I think he would be the easiest one to warm up to, since he seems like a much softer 2p than the other 2ps (except for 2p!Belarus and 2p!Romano)

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia canada #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws canada #2p hetalia #2p canada #hetalia headcanons #yandere hetalia #yandere headcanons

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hhhh, ok. After stopping my heart like a virgin with the 2p FACE headcanons, can we see some aftercare? Do they spend any amount of time checking on the aftermath?

May wanna have 🚨emergency 🚨 on speed dial because you’ll have a humming bird heartbeat 💓 from this one .

🚬2p France 🚬 : The one who takes the most time himself to recover but he does make sure that you have everything you need and then some. I hope you like long luxurious bubble baths complete with smooth rain lofi, wine, or a hot beverage, a novel or magazine if you want, or he’ll even turn on a podcast. If all you want is silence he will happily oblige to your command. He wants to make sure you are comfortable as you decompress. He will go outside for a few cigarettes and will do his own time to unwind. Also, don’t be intimidated by his elongated silence and nothing more than one-word answers. He’s not angry just he’s 100% has a whole conversation going on his mind about seeing you in such an intimate capacity he… needs time to process.

He’s fallen in love and that’s not really a thing for him.

You now belong to him and eventually, he will come and join you in the bath and make sure that all of your needs are being met. He’s in a state of pure bliss while he gets to stare at your bare form. So enjoy the lavender and rose-scented air that romance has bloomed in.

🕶2p America🕶: Sucks at it but he’s learning. He’ll get it right eventually. And yes, I referring to the way that he’s not so good about romance. He does make sure that you are okay and will offer to help you to the bathroom and get you some water so that you can begin to stabilize yourself. He does make sure that during the act you’re okay and that he isn’t seriously injuring you. He does keep a first-aid kit stocked near the bed that has slings, an AED machine, bandaids, painkillers you name it he probably has it in the dresser. He’s that rough during the in-the-sheet shuffle.

He will gently apply Neosporin to your love bite, scratch, and bruise he gave you. He’ll praise you for surviving.

“Good y/n you’re as tough as the nails in my trusted bat.”

“You’re so eloquent with words.” You say sarcastically.

“I’m hot so what doll.” He will squeeze one of the areas he just finished mending just to be a dick. You’ll punch his arm playfully and call him an asshole. Next thing you know you’re making out again. And you’re going for another round. (Yes, in my previous post I did forget to mention that roughhousing / play fighting appeals to get you in the mood for lovemaking. He’s the only one and maybe Canada that can pull that move off well and put the stamina to keep it up.)

🍁2p Canada 🍁 : He’s a good romantic if not better in his 1p version. That means his aftercare is also top-notch. He’ll kiss you on the forehead and linger and his hot breath adds more condensation to your soft skin. He will look at you directly in the eyes and ask

“Tu vas bien ma feuille d’érable?” in his French Canadian accent he likes to use from time to time.

He’ll help you out of the bed so you can get to the indoor sauna that he built in his log cabin that is deep within the Canadian wilderness. He will offer to massage your hands, feet, and back. Matthew will also make sure you’re relaxed, clean, pampered, and fed.

He will make your favorite comfort food or if you let him he will make some classic Canadian favorites, like butter tarts, Montreal-style bagels, or his favorite Halifax donair. He will even spoon-feed you so you really won’t have to lift a finger.

🧁2p England🧁 :He will always finish by kissing your face all over and saying over and over “I love you” like an addicting harmonic song.

“Are you alright poppet?” He will lower his head to yours and gently ask: “Breakfast in bed with cupcakes to finish.” Once you confirm with him what you desire he cleans himself up so he can do so. He draws you a bath and lights cotton candy scented pink and yellow candles. He trys to keep a romantic but peaceful vibe long after you two are done for the day. He then headed down into the kitchen to help you recover.

“Make sure you’re hydrated by the way poppet.” He leaves a glass of sparkling water next to the bath as he came to check on you while he was cooking. Once your clean and he’s brought up the food you watch a movie together and doze off while snuggling one another.

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[chocolatte-and-despair]

2P Hetalia | Yandere headcanons

2P Germany - Lutz Beilschmidt

Lutz's type is pretty simple. Someone who is lazy doesn't talk much and has been his friend for a longish time. He can only feel something towards someone who he has known for some time and feels comfortable with. Mind you, being quiet and lazy is a nice plus, but it doesn't have to be there. If you both have been friends a long time and he's single, chances are he will fall for you.

Lutz is a quiet and distant individual. He likes to take things at his own pace, but if you let him, you will see that he is quite capable and dependable. He also loves to spoil his friends, as he has a hard time communicating his feelings verbally.

After some time of you both being friends, Lutz realized that he was feeling something towards you. Without beating around the bush, he would confess. If you accept, the horror begins, if not, he lets you go and slowly distances himself from you.

Going with the idea that you are fully his perfect type, he would use your laziness as a way to keep you all to himself. See? He can take care of you better than anyone else, so just indulge in your lifestyle, as he will never complain. And in return, be his lover.

"You don't need to go out... Just... rest. I'll take care of it."

2P America - Allen F. Jekyll

Allen would be into someone who is a gentle and caring soul. Someone who holds his beliefs and probably gets along with his family, no matter how much they don't like him. He would also like someone who doesn't fear standing up for him, no matter the situation, to show they love him.

Allen is a himbo with not a single bad bone in his damn body. You might think I'm fucking with you, but I'm honest here. Allen is a huge leftist, an activist who cares about the environment, and racial issues. Is a whole fruit basket, and donates to charities all his money, leaving only money for himself for the essentials. His aggression only comes out when dealing with anyone who has views opposing his own.

You both probably met while on a protest. You hit it off and you ended up buying you both food, as Allen didn't exactly have any to spare if he still wanted to pay rent. Like that, a friendship bloomed, with you taking him out often, buying him stuff, and being there emotionally for him.

It didn't take long before he couldn't function without you. And you couldn't leave him, right? I mean, you're too kind... right? Because if you are not... Well, you don't want to see Allen angry, right?

"Baby... Where are you going?"

2P England - Oliver Kirkland

The only thing that Oliver is looking into a partner is patience. He wants you to love him no matter what he does. No matter what boundaries he crosses. He wants you to be devoted only to him, and your patience towards his misdeeds will prove that to him. Everything else doesn't matter.

Oliver is a playful and disobedient individual. He often acts like a child and uses that side of his to hide all the bad things he does. He cheated? Well, he didn't know better! You can't be mad at him! He used your money without your permission? Stop yelling, you'll make him cry!

You probably met when he hired you as a worker at his place. You were patient with angry customers, and their families, which was what caught his eye towards you. It didn't take long before he guilted you into dating him.

He goes out of his way to hurt you, just to see how you simply sigh, and say "It's fine" or "No worries" or even better "I understand" without ever raising your voice or leaving him.

"You're not mad, right, sweets?~"

2P Lithuania - Tomas Laurinaitis

Tomas would like someone who is younger than him, but of legal age, of course. He wants someone who is passionate about the same things that he is passionate about, and he wants his lover to be as punk as possible.

Unlike his counterpart, Tomas is very outspoken, and he always goes out of his way to stand up for his views, even if he has to be violent about it. He's an aggressive punk anarchist, essentially. He's very liberal and hates old people with a burning passion. The concept of getting old frightens him. Or the fact that his lover will be an old person one day.

Tomas would probably meet you online. You two would become friends and boom, one day, he would want to meet with you. The last thing he thought was that you two would have such a powerful chemistry the moment you two meet up.

"Hey! Don't hang around that loser."

2P Canada - James Williams

James' type is pretty simple. Someone who is a homebody, who likes nature, doesn't have many people near them, and wouldn't fall for Allen. That's pretty much it. And yes, he had too many people fall for Allen, that it had become something he demands. He doesn't even want people meeting that idiot anymore.

James is a simple man. He likes routines and wants a simple life. He doesn't like a lot of chances and would rather settle down. He would also want his partner to become a stay-at-home spouse.

You two met while volunteering at the local animal shelter. Being so similar, you both hit it off pretty well and became friends almost immediately.

The one who asked the other out was actually you, as James was feeling too insecure. I mean, with as many heartbreaks as he had, could you really blame the man? Or how possessive he had become over you...

"You love me... right?"

2P China - Xiao Wang

Xiao's type is someone who is a jokester like himself. Free, usually happy, and doesn't listen to the rules. Mostly a college student who likes to party or a frat bro maybe, someone who has a loose way of living, just like him. (Which we love and respect <3)

The best way to describe Xiao is, that he's a party girl. His whole life is dedicated to finding pleasures in life, while also bothering and annoying his friend and boss, Victor.

You both met at a party, probably got high together, and accidentally exchanged numbers. While being bored, he messaged you, and then you met each other more times at parties and befriended each other.

You both got together just for shits and giggles, but what you didn't know was that he was the clingiest person you will ever know and that he won't let you go that easily.

"Babyyyyyy, please, I miss you!~ Cuddle me?"

2P France - Louis Franklin “Frankie” Bonnefoy

Louis doesn't really have a type. Friendly, cold, distant, stupid, whatever you might be, it's all a matter of luck. If you invoke an artistic feeling inside of him, he will fall for you.

Louis is a sensitive and artistic soul. Distant, he has a hard time connecting with other people, always trying to find the thing that would inspire him to create art again. He is prone to having manic attacks and can become violent towards people that he believes get in the way of his artistic ways.

Louis met you while at an art class. You were the model for the class and Louis felt like he hadn't been moved in that way before. He was absolutely taken away by the fact that you could do that to him and his heart.

He started to follow you around everywhere. You had to become his. He didn't care for anything. So, he would one day kidnap you. If you resist him, he will kill you, but if you give in, he will worship you, like the art piece that you are.

"My beloved muse... All mine..."

#yandere hetalia imagines #yandere imagines #hetalia imagines #yandere hetalia headcanons #yandere headcanons #hetalia headcanons #yandere hetalia #yandere #2p germany #yandere 2p germany #2p america #yandere 2p america #2p england #yandere 2p england #2p lithuania #yandere 2p lithuania #2p canada #yandere 2p canada #2p china #2p france #yandere 2p china #yandere 2p france

[citruswriter]

Hello and welcome to my writing blog!

I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-

Name: Lofi/Tavern

Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)

Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer

Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)

Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman

Relationship Status: Happily Married!

Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.

Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean

Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.

Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.

Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.

Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.

Hearts to indicate highest citrus ranking I'll go for

Fandoms & Characters I Write For

Helluva Boss

Blizø 💛

Stolas 💚

Loona 💚

Bee & Vortex 💚

Mammon 🩷

Asmodeus & Fizz 💛

Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer Morningstar 💛

Charlie & Vaggie 💚

Alastor 🩷

Rosie 🧡

Velvette 💚

Valentino 🩷

Vox 💛

Adam 💛

Lute 💛

Sera 💚

Emily 🧡

Creepypasta

Splendorman 💚

Trenderman 💛

Slenderman 🩷

Jeff the Killer 🩷

Homicidal Liu 💛

Eyeless Jack 🩷

Laughing Jack 🩷

BEN Drowned 🩷

Masky 🩷

Hoodie 🩷

Toby 🩷

Jason the Toymaker 🩷

The Puppeteer 🩷

Nathan the Nobody 🩷

Candypop 🩷

Jane the Killer 💚

Nina the Killer 💚

Sally 🧡

Judge Angels 💚

Clockwork 💚

Laughing Jill 💚

Zero 💚

Hetalia

France 💛

2p! France 💛

America 💛

2p! America 🩷

Canada 💛

2p! Canada 💛

England 💛

2p! England 🩷

Russia 💛

2p! Russia 💛

Belarus 💚

Ukraine 💚

China 💛

2p! China 🩷

Hong Kong 💛

Scotland 💛

Sweden 💛

Finland 💛

Iceland 💛

Denmark 💛

Norway 💛

Switzerland 💛

Italy 💛

2p! Italy 🩷

Romano 💛

2p! Romano 💛

Spain 💛

2p! Spain 💛

Germany 💛

2p! Germany 🩷

Prussia 💛

2p! Prussia 💚

Japan 💛

2p! Japan 🩷

Greece 💛

Rome 💛

Germania 💛

Star Wars

Count Dooku 💚

Anakin Skywalker 💛

Asajj Ventress 💚

Ashoka Tano 💚

Jocasta Nu 🧡

Aayla Secura 💚

Kit Fisto 💚

Luminara Unduli 💚

Obi-Wan Kenobi 💛

Qui-Gon Jinn 💛

Mace Windu 🧡

Yoda 🧡

Plo Koon 🧡

Kreia 🧡

Atton 💛

Atris 🧡

Brianna/Handmaiden 💚

Bao-Dur 💛

Visas Marr 💚

Zez-Kai Ell 💛

Mira 💚

Kavar 💛

Mandalore/Canderous 💛

Vrook Lamar 🧡

Mical/Disciple 💛

Harry Potter

Harry Pottah 💚

Ron Weasley 💛

Hermione Granger 💚

Neville Longbottom 💚

Ginny Weasley 💚

Luna Lovegood 🧡

Fred & George Weasley 💛

Draco Malfoy 💛

Blaise Zabini 💛

Pansy Parkinson 💚

Tom Riddle 🩷

Mattheo Riddle 💛

Theodore Nott 💛

Lorenzo Berkshire 💛

Anyways I think that's it. Send in those requests!

#helluva boss #helluva boss smut #helluva boss x reader #blitzo x reader #mammon x reader #loona x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #adam x reader #vox x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #ben drowned x reader #jane the killer x reader #hetalia #hetalia x reader #star wars #star wars smut #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #harry potter #slytherin boys #draco malfoy x reader #theodore nott x reader #tom riddle x reader

[theunderneath]

Part 1 Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Yandere 1p and 2p America with a darling that chooses 1p America? (headcanons / EDITED)

2p America and 2p Canada's reaction to their s/o getting badly hurt in a car accident (Headcanon /

2p FACE + 2p Romano react to a s/o who bruise easily (Headcanon /

Yandere Canada that is a Wendigo (One Shot /

Would the 2p's still drug/tie up/lock their darling in the basement if they were in a relationship with them willingly? Could they have a normal relationship even if they are Yandere? (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Canada/James Williams and his darling fucking up the people who hurt both of them in the past (Headcanon /

2p Allies scared their Darling so bad they punched them (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Prussia SFW and NSFW headcanons (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Nordics headcanon (

Yandere 1p Allies in love with a Darling who yandere for someone else (Headcanon /

NSFW headcanons for 2p and 1p Japan (

NSFW headcanons for 1p Russia (

A sociopath darling with Allies (Headcanon /

2p Norway sharing a Darling with 2p Iceland (Headcanon /

NSFW headcanons for 2p Russia and 2p America (Headcanon /

2p Prussia, 1p Canada, 2p Canada, 2p England, and 1p Japan that has a big tiddie goth gf Darling (Headcanon /

1p/2p axis with a cold-hearted/sociopath Darling (Headcanon

Yandere 2p Russia, 2p England, 1p America, and 1p Germany with a darling that rejected their marriage proposal because of superstition (Headcanon /

2p Russia do if his kidnapped Darling one night comes to his room while he was asleep and cuddled to him (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Italy headcanon (

Yandere 2p Italy's favorite outfits to put a fem Darling in (Headcanon /

The most sexual vanilla p2's (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Russia and 2p Prussia proposing to their Darling and they turn them down (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Spain headcanons (

What 5 2ps are most baby-hungry (Headcanon /

What 2ps would want a personal Playboy bunny (headcanon /

2p Italy kink headcanons (

2p Japan with a Darling that gets flustered when he speaks Japanese (headcanon /

2p Axis most taboo kinks (Headcanon /

Part 2

#masterlist #yandere

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Could i get some yandere 1p & 2p canada poly hcs then? Thank you so much 😭

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

(I hope these are good! It’s my first time doing something like this, I’m totally open to suggestions/critiques to make it better! 🖤)

• Matt is one of the “calmest” yanderes so he’s almost like a peacekeeper, he’s pretty self-aware and can calm it down a little when needs be

• Matthew is extremely clingy, so he’ll almost hang off of the two of them, it’s rare to not see all 3 together

• In terms of jealousy, Matthew gets jealous a LOT easier than Matt, but both of them will get extremely jealous if their S/O is out with someone else

• If Matthew were to ever bring up the potential of kidnapping, Matt would likely end up hitting him on the head because he refuses to ever do that to someone

• Neither of them have any experience in a polyamorous relationship, so it’s new territory for the both of them but they’re just happy their darling won’t be the downfall of their relationship with one another as they are very close

• Unlikely to have a date with just one, Matthew will follow both of them around if they want to go on a date together, and Matt will likely end up agitated which can get terrifying

• An issue is Matthew even gets jealous of pets getting more attention, and that will need to get addressed if it’s ever to “work out” (As well as a yandere relationship can work out)

• Trading clothes, neither care if a clothing item is too small for them, it’s the thought they care about and having a little bit of their darling is always loved

• The act of trading clothes also gives a bit of freedom to do things alone since they feel like they have a bit of their darling with them, but this can be very little (30 minutes-ish, typically)

#1p #2p #Hetalia #1p Hetalia #2p Hetalia #1ptalia #2ptalia #1p Canada #2p Canada #1p Headcanons #2p Headcanons #Hetalia Headcanons #1p Hetalia Headcanons #2p Hetalia Headcanons #1ptalia Headcanons #2ptalia Headcanons #Yandere #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Hetalia #Yandere 1p Hetalia #Yandere 2p Hetalia #Yandere 1ptalia #Yandere 2ptalia #Yandere 1p #Yandere 2p #Yandere 1p Canada #Yandere 2p Canada

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Hetalia Masterlist

Main Masterlist

NONE YET  

2P France

NONE YET

Belarus (NYO)

Canada (Matthew Williams)

France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)

Their darling confronting them about what they've done - France, England, America, Canada

Finding out their darling has an identical twin - North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

having a darling that’s having more than one baby - Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Character headcanons: Nyo England

Having a virgin darling - France/Francis Bonnefoy

Who is the easiest and hardest yanderes to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Most dangerous to least dangerous to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Platonic vs Romantic: Belgium

Most delusional to least delusional - Central Europe

Yanderes and their love languages - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

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Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling

Random Yandere Headcanons: What makes yandere Germany so dangerous?

Yandere Reactions: Hetalia Girls with a small Island nation darling who feels insignificant and useless

Random Yandere Headcanons: 1P & 2P Italy with a shy darling

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[hetalia-angel]

the subtle references to the unibomber is crazy 😭😭😭. I saw this one wendigoon video abt the unibomber and that reminded me so much of 1p Canada. Also please part two of the apartment post! Show us what he’s hiding!!!!!

Yeah I saw that video too! “The internet’s favorite terrorist” right? I find it so ironic how so many people on the internet idolize the unibomber when he was so against technology. The guy was crazy. I think people like him since so many want to just run off into the forest and live their lives away from society or since he has a cool name. If the news would’ve stuck with the “garbage bomber” instead of the unibomber less people would be so fixated on it.

What is Canada hiding?

This only applies to this certain apartment au)

Matthew comes off to his neighbors as this nice quiet guy. When in reality he’s certainly quiet but hates almost everyone around him. Matthew retreats back into his apartment to hide from the world.

I have zero doubt that he has an odd fixation with people like the unibomber and Chris Mccandless. He’s very recluse and wishes he could just escape get in his car and drive far away. Stop at Alaska or Nunavut away from his problems.

Matthew is no idiot. He knows his way around the internet. Especially Reddit and 4chan. He’s constantly researching and being overly fixated on new topics.

So when he sees the angelic face of his darling neighbor he’s entranced. Matthew will be looking up everything he can find on her. By the time he’s done he’ll know his darling’s entire extended family tree since the start.

The day they met was by divine chance. Or by hacking into the cameras in the hallway and seeing his darling in need of help.

From then on out he’ll be keeping countless journals and files on her every move and interest. Until they’re basically attached by the hip.

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[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Right so you've said to ask for more so here I am BEGGING please can we have more of the 2p yandere's accidentally punishing their darling for the knife hiding thingy? And if its okay can we have the 1ps reaction as well? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE AND YOU DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE TO DO IT AT ALL NO PRESSURE 💃💃💛

(Y/N) mumbled curses into her fingers. Nails bent and cracked with each insult uttered under her breath like a cursed spell.

Yet, there was no magic behind her words. For if there was such power within the woman, she would not be stuck in this dark, padded cell. Instead that ancient relic who claimed her as not only his lover but scorned her as a cunning thief would be sealed in her stead.

As her mind created bloody visions of suffering for what she could only deem an entity of sorts, the padded cell’s door groaned.

The bright light created black spots in her vision as her tormentor’s form became visible.

She watched as his quiet footsteps sank into the cushioning. Unbothered by it as he stalked closer using his eyes to hold her still like a border collie to a lonely ewe.

“Are you ready to confess?” He pressed as he leaned down to (Y/N)’s curled form.

With bared teeth, she spat. “I don’t know where the damn knife is.”

The nation sighed as he stood back to his true height, head shaking in disappointment as it went. “I guess you’ll need a few more days.”

“But I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” (Y/N) screeched as he left. Shutting the door once more with a bang. Sealing her again in a world of darkness.

1p Canada: Matthew sighed heavily as he stepped onto the wooden floor of his cabin living room. With heavy hands, he turned to close the basement door with the decoy bookshelf door. Silencing his maple’s false cries of innocence.

For a moment he hesitated, with his pale hand on the shelf. Fingers in the faint groove that could easily open the passage. Take (Y/N) away from her demons. Warm her cold bones in his arms.

But he couldn’t.

Not when the knife was still gone. Not when there was a chance of a successful escape.

Slowly, he allowed his weight to drag his hand away from the shelf. Shuffling away from his beloved, Matthew’s eyes glanced around the modern cabin. Looking for a simple task.

In the corner, by a grey barn-style door was a basket full of colorful furs. As Matthew approached them, he recalled how he had painstakingly removed them from their hosts. Prepared their hides to be made into a wedding gift for his bride-to-be.

Maybe, Matthew thought as he shifted his weight, working on (Y/N)’s gift would ease his mind. If only for a small time.

Like a man bogged down by tragedy, Matthew leaned down to lift the basket. Grunting as he moved the large container into his arms, but before he could find a comfortable hold he froze.

The loud clatter that caused it sounded like metal hitting wood.

No, Matthew thought, as he gazed at the shining metal. It was his missing hunting knife.

When Matthew realizes that he’s the reason the knife disappeared, he acts quickly. Throwing the fur into his workshop, and the knife placed on the beat-up worktable. He double-checks that it’s in plain sight as he hurries to the kitchen.

He makes a hot meal and prepares a warm bath before collecting you. Once you’re upstairs, he gives you the option of a bath or meal. Whichever you pick first, he gives with no questions asked. Though he makes up for his mistake, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. Instead, he feeds you and washes you with a gentleness that makes you shiver.

And for a while afterward, he’s a lot more lenient. Just don’t ask for your freedom, he can’t give you that.  

1p America: Though (Y/N) couldn’t see it, Alfred leaned his head against the cool, metal door that kept them apart. Frowning as he heard her villainous venom.

He wasn’t sure how long he had stayed there, heart aching in his chest as he longed for her to repent. When a loud beep and rough vibration caused him to snap to the present.

Scrambling, Alfred grasped along his belt for a little, black pager. Pulling it off like it was hot, he looked at the screen and saw the number of his secretary. He bit back a groan as he moped away from his tortured sidekick.

As he climbed the cement basement stairs to the main floor, he turned to the right. Following the hall until he reached his office.

Once inside the patriotic-themed room, he sighed as he slumped in his black gamer chair. Arm slowly reached out to the black rotary phone on his redwood desk.

With the speed of a constipated turtle, Alfred dialed the number. As the rings trilled in his ear Alfred shuffled through the stacks of documents on his desk. Just as the phone’s rings changed to the monotone of his secretary, he noticed a flash of red.

 Curious, he leaned closer as the secretary’s voice became like elevator music meant to be ignored. His empty hand slid the white sheet to the right, revealing something that made his own skin match the paper.

His letter opener.

“Jenkins,” Alfred said, his voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”

Alfred’s gonna be torn at first. He now knows your innocence, but this could be a chance to make you more obedient. Ultimately, he decides that you’ll spend one more night in the basement, but that you’ll receive a reward for being so good while stuck inside.

When he journeys down the next day, Alfred gives you a small smile as he apologizes. Saying he found the knife and that he was foolish for thinking you would ever go against him. As you get ready to spit in his face and call him all kinds of foul names for his stupidity, he pulls you into his arms. Cradling you as he promises his gift will make it up to you.

That gift is a small, caged patio. It has some plants, grass, and a nice porch swing that bounces when you sit on it.

If you voice your displeasure and tell him off for his lame attempt at forgiveness, Alfred will get defensive. Telling you to be grateful, that one his punishment wasn’t more severe and two that he at least is trying to make it up to you.

Egypt: Abubakar rolled his eyes as he listened to her fading insults. He hoped a few more days in the modified ruins would pull the confession from her, or else he may have to resort to more physical methods.

His shoes scraped against the sandy floor as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls. Calmly he walked to the top, the hot, desert sun blinding him for only a moment as he reached for his gray suit to pull out dark sunglasses.

Within two clicks, Abubakar was in his car. Driving back to the city, though (Y/N) never fully left his mind.

He couldn’t understand why she refused to submit. He offered her everything from power and riches to his body and possible immortality. Yet, the woman remained unfazed, maybe even more determined to leave him.

Sighing as he reached his complex, Abubakar exited his car with the grace of a cat and just as elusively went to his penthouse.

As Abubakar opened the heavy door, a small chirp from his black, Mau greeted him. He smiled softly as she intertwined herself with his legs before running off to her tree.

He watched with tired eyes as she skillfully climbed to its middle level. Meowing at him to come and give her affection there. Like a dog to their master, he obeyed and gave her a couple of scritches under the chin.

As she flopped around, trying to find the best spot for his fingers to scratch, Abubakar noticed something glinting in the dark lair of the condo.

His petting slowed as he reached for the object. He quickly recoiled when his hand made contact. Seeing the healing cut, Abubakar reached out again, this time slower and more cautiously.

He pulled out a dark obsidian knife. His heart dropped when the jewel-encrusted handle matched the one, he accused his darling of taking.

When he realizes his mistake, Abubakar collects you. Placing your tired body on a bed of pillows and silk. While you recover, he puts together a business contract. If you are smart, then you’ll sign. Essentially, it states that signing is you forgiving him and agreeing to the NDA of the incident, then you’ll be given the option of an outing or any material object that you desire. Though, should you pick a trip home or your freedom, know it's on borrowed time. For the contract states you’ll be returned to him after one week.

If you choose not to sign, Abubakar will let you know that he will be tending to you. This way he can assure no one learns of his mistake and that you receive the best care. After all, what brings a couple closer than a little TLC?

Scotland: With his Bonnie Lass sealed once more, Blaine’s calm façade broke as he punched the wall. His fist caused the stone to crack upon its impact. Sparks flew from his mouth, lighting the dark hall like fairy lights as he panted.

For a few moments that was the only sound that accompanied his lass’s screams for release, until his fire could no longer be contained.

Blaine yelled and cursed as he stomped through the halls. His magic turned the sparks into puffs of flames as he cursed. The blaze licked the stone like an overexcited dog as it ate away at the small amount of foliage in the old basement.

As he paused and watched as the small infernos moved through the basement. Bouncing like he had in the room as it attempted to grow. To his luck, each flame flicked and died like unloved mayflies.

Blaine ground his teeth, he needed to calm down before it was too late.

Huffing, the Scotsman walked out of the basement and into the large, wet fields surrounding his home. His head swiveled as he gazed out and over the big fields.

In a moment, Blaine’s vision zeroed in on three cows grazing in the distance. Their fluffy fur was more ruffled than his red hair.

Whistling Blaine got their attention as each paused and turned to their master. With a simple head tilt, he pointed them toward the barn.

When he reached the barn doors, his babies were already there. Rubbing against him as they mooed for pets and chewed on his khaki pants for treats. Blaine smiled and felt the fire fade with their positive attention.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get you girls brushed.” A loud chorus of moos seemed to celebrate his promise of pampering. “Then you can have treats.”

He chuckled as his ladies forced themselves inside. Their tails flicked as they lined up by the shower stall.

A smile and an eye roll as the cows continued to vocalize and do little stomps as he gathered the necessary supplies into a grey bucket.

As Blaine reached for a detangling spray, his hand froze.

In the spot of the product was his missing knife. Its silver metal glinted in the red light of the setting sun.

He could only ask himself one thing.

What had he done?

Blaine’s like Allen in that he drops the knife on the floor and is in a trance-like state as he faces you. The guilt is obvious, though he doesn’t want to vocalize it. Quietly, he frees you from your confines and returns you to the main house.

Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and patched up, he’ll leave you for the day. Tending to his cows while he berates himself for acting too quickly and not being as careful with the placement of his knives.

If you were to escape, now would be the time. Since if he sees you running, he’ll let you go, but only for a few days. He wants to be sure that your punishment for that isn’t confused with his last mistake.

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