#yandere hetalia axis powers

[headingalaxys-spicy]

yandere china with a pop star/idol darling?? 🥺

✨Sorry it too me forever to get to this ask but here we go! ✨

At first this old man will not talk to you. He will simply observe you. Yao stumbled upon your musical talents on TikTok one morning. He passively watched and didn’t interact, but it sparked his curiosity. After a month of just hovering he will start to like and actively follow your page. The video that got him was one where you were filming with tons of cute stuffed animals, kittens, bunnies, and puppies. The epitome of cuteness. Yao was now hooked onto the [insert nationality here] pop star that had international appeal.

Yao now sits in his kitchen nook every morning and evening to watch what's on your various social media pages. He will be content for hours commenting, liking, editing, etc content that is all based around you. This marks the beginning of his addiction to you. It will grow. Then on his breaks from arduous meetings negotiating trade and numerous other matters, Yao is in the lobby resting his aching head and watching something that is soothing to his mind. A few sprouts of interest have appeared. Simply hearing your voice over the loudspeaker at some department store or in the air from a distant radio puts him at ease. Your songs were catchy and super upbeat. How could it not put him in a better mood.

He starts dedicating more time in his day just to be able to catch up on all of your new updates. He wanted to see which concert tours he could go see, which fashion line of yours looked the cutest, and how he could get his hands on a rare perfume that was only available in Europe and Canada. (He’s already planning out how to approach Canada and how to get the rare perfume.) He has your music set to play all the time while he’s at home. The house to him gets warmer and feels like there is sunshine when he hears your music play.

The seedlings from before now have enough energy to become vegetative orchids that will eventually consume his heart entirely. The next stage is that Yao will take time to meticulously learn your choreography to your songs. He has an active stan account on Twitter, Weibo, Youku, IG, etc. Yao’s obsession is continuing to bud. He takes some time out of his schedule to attend some of your concerts. Seeing you live pushes him further in the highs that he feels. When he sees you he loves it. He loves you. His feelings will begin to have lovely orchid buds that are just about ready to burst open. Spreading the hyper fixation to the deepest depths of his soul. This stage means that his yandere tendencies will finally start to manifest.

Yao will start to send you flowers after all of you shows and they will have tiny microphones hidden within the middle of the stems. He needs to know what you like, dislike, if there is any competition that he needs to get rid of. Those kinds of things. He intended on using whatever he finds from these sneaky bouquets to craft a cute room for you to stay in until you feel comfortable enough sharing a bed with him. He will have some of his secret agents follow you around even internationally. He can’t allow anyone to hurt his precious darling. Eventually after continuing to consume more of your art, merch, and fashion projects you’ve taken on. Yao’s inflation is at an unhealthy level now since:

He has a shrine of you in a hidden room in his house. It’s immaculate like Forbidden City and it has some rare items he or some of his agents helped him collect. There was a T-shirt that you took off during a festival and tossed into the crowd. It also had other miscellaneous items that his agents were able to gather like a Hydro Flask you left behind accidentally.

Since he’s in the flowering stage that means he’s planning your kidnapping.

You’d been escorted back to your dressing room by your two guards. It was another great show despite you falling over in the beginning and one of your backup dancers broke their leg in the show stopping closer.

“Thanks Julian and Max. Let me take these hellish heels and corset off and I’ll be ready to go back to my hotel.” They nod and you head into the room. Once in you try to turn on the light with no luck. But a small flame of sorts lights up from the deeper part of the room. A small red candle that was lit beside him.

“Yao?” You say with surprise and anxiety in your voice. The darkness that had a multitude of hands waiting for the signal. They waited for the man that had toxic ripened orchids, to say the two magic words. The orchids had devoured his entire being.

“Hello, [Stage Name] we’ve met before. I’m quite a huge fan, my love. But, let me cut to the chase. Marry Me.”

And just like that the hands captured Y/N the [nationality] the idol and took her to be wed to her biggest stan.

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[khloxxy]

Cringetober day 11: Yandere

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[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Content warning: Sex, violence, and dubious consent. R18+ only.

The nobleman

Mathias commands respect everywhere he goes. As one of the most powerful men in the ancient world, he has a potent presence that causes the whole energy of a room to change if he were to enter it. But he also likes to blend in when he can. He will dress down to avoid standing out, even if it’s still in clothes for those in the top percentile.

He often leaves the palace grounds to visit the city in person. Whether it’s for leisure or to see how his kingdom is doing, he insists on doing it without protection. And when people recognize his face as the same one on the back of their coins, he gives a reassuring smile as they talk excitedly amongst themselves. The King is here!

Chinese silk, richly dyed clothing, and the most exotic Arabian perfume. They’re everything you notice about Mathias when you serve him at your diner. A member of the ruling class, you think. But that’s all. The last thing you’d expect is for the king himself to show up in this humble establishment, fitting in like everybody else.

“Tell me, eskler,” He begins, watching you set down his meal in front of him. Lamb shank, mash, and the soup of the day. A hearty meal to go with the homey atmosphere. “What do you think about the king?”

“I don’t know,” You lift your gaze to him thoughtfully. Without batting an eye, you tell him the words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and would, in turn, change his life forever. “I’ve never met him.”

He’s taken aback by your response, but it draws him in like no other. There’s people who don’t care for politics, and then there’s you. Someone who’s never even seen him before. And so long as he keeps his identity a secret, he’ll be treated as an equal. It’s nowhere near the treatment fit for a king, but somehow, he can’t get enough.

Mathias asks you out for dinner. You reject him the first time, and understandably so. You don’t wanna accidentally become a part of his harem, or whatever it is the elites are doing these days. However, you eventually have a change of heart when you keep seeing him in your diner. Not to pester you about a date, but only to eat and chat.

“Seeing that you’re more polite than any other man I’ve met, I’ll take you up on your offer,” You tell him.

“Really?”

“What, did you have higher expectations for men?”

“No, that’s why I’m surprised you would say yes,” Mathias explains, following you with his eyes as you clear up the last remaining tables. He eventually stands up to ask this. “What makes me so different?”

The truth is, you sense that he’s a good person, and he’s shocked when you tell him. He tries to see himself in your eyes, and in turn, discovers a whole new side. Thanks to your willingness to engage with him on his level, he gets in touch with the more vulnerable parts of his character. He drops his guard, and feels strangely human.

He starts seeing you in secret. The moment he gets the chance, he disappears from the palace and makes a discrete trip to your home. His alibi? The same thing he’s been doing the whole time. He’ll always show up with flowers and other gifts, but more importantly, an empty stomach, having developed an appetite for your simple cooking.

“So, what are we having for dinner today?” He rubs his hands expectantly as he peers over your shoulder.

“Pickled fish,” You hum.

“Can I help?” He lights up, rolling his sleeves.

“You can help me by staying out of the kitchen.”

He’s very playful. Rolling around with you in the grass, pretending to bite you like a frenzied dog, it’s a timeless romance that transcends the ages. He can play with you like a child but love you like a woman, so being with him feels like a dream. His presence is just so fulfilling you can’t imagine asking for more, but he just keeps surprising you.

He spoils you. His generosity is magnanimous, pampering you with jewelry, dresses, homeware, and everything you could ever need, and more. Mathias imagines himself to be the solution to all your problems, and takes great pride in using his privilege to help you. Little does he know, it’s the one thing that drives a wedge between you both.

“This is really nice and all, but—”

Mathias is taking you to store after store, fishing out anything he thinks would look good on you. And he isn’t picky, or shy, for that matter. He will watch your silhouette behind the paper screen until you finish.

“—this is a bit much, don’t you think?” You appear from the side of the screen in a revealing jade dress, cheeks flushed. “I don’t need all these things, and besides, I could never pay you back if I tried.”

“Why would you pay me back?” He questions.

“I’m just saying,” You reply, sliding your hands in his. “It always feels like we’re from different worlds, Mat.”

He takes that statement personally and becomes cautious about protecting his identity. You hold him to a high enough regard already, and he’s only revealed so much — that he’s an aristocrat. Even then, you’re still wary of the class difference that sets you two apart. Mathias is destined for greatness, but this is all you’ll ever be. Imagine how you’d react if you found out he was the king.

He’s afraid that he’ll scare you off. All rulers have blood on their hands, a ruthlessness that evades the ordinary man. You would be heartbroken if Mathias were anything of such, and he knows. He only wants you to see him as the person he is when he’s with you. Kind, gentle, and passionate. You make feel like a man, and when he feels like a man, it fills him with a carnal sense of purpose.

He’s sensual at heart, so he can’t go without it. Not without you, or the intoxicating completion you give him. So when you start pulling away, he’ll feel the whips of panic because a part of him is slipping away. Every interaction you have with him will become emotionally charged. Mathias chases you like crazy, but you withhold from him, causing him to have frequent bursts of passion.

“I thought we talked about this—”

“—No, I thought we talked about this. You said you loved me, and now you’re not gonna marry me?” Mathias sits up out of alarm, then stares at you like you just betrayed him, because to him, you have.

When you argue

There’s no arguing with Mathias. When he wants it his way, he’ll eventually get it. And in that same breath, you can never stay mad at him, allowing for a vicious cycle that never ends. Something about him just gets you to forgive him before he even does anything. It doesn’t matter what the argument is about, or how bad it gets, because it’s guaranteed you’ll be kissing him by nightfall, and he’ll be making love to you until sunrise.

“What’s makes us so different to each other?”

“You know why,” You rub the tears from your eyes as you rush down the stairs. “I’m not your equal. I don’t have money, I can barely read, and I don’t know anything about the things that are important to you!”

“Those are trivial things! And they’re nothing I can’t give or teach you!” He runs in front of you, talking excitedly. And he believes in every word he speaks. “The fact that we’re arguing makes us equals!”

No matter how outlandish.

“It doesn’t work that way, Mathias!”

He uses sex to his advantage. You know touch is his love language, so it becomes hard to resist, especially after a bad fight. The tension calls for a hard release of it, which he does through a hot and raw pounding. It gives him the safety and reassurance that you will always love him, and he’s addicted to it like a drug. Don’t be surprised that he starts picking fights just for the sake of it.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He pants over you, moving his pelvis back and forth in fluid thrusts.

“You wouldn’t dare,” You breathe under him.

“I would,” Mathias speeds up to a pace that gets his face to contort from a pleasure so good, it looked like he was in pain. He was going so hard and deep, his orgasm came in seconds, arriving in strong jets that fills you to the brim. And he’s not letting you go until every last drop of it is pumped into your womb.

He wrecks boundaries and shatters your mind in the process. He can’t handle distance, let alone tension, and will force his way into your world. You can’t help but let him, too helplessly in love with his smile and memory. He seems nurturing and giving, when really, he takes just as much, and if not, more. You don’t always realize that, and lose yourself as well as your ability to say no.

The King

He has a fierce intelligence that intimidates. Not only does he have one of the greatest military minds of all time, there is no taking advantage of him in political exchanges. He can read anyone with a single glance, then find a way to get out on top. It’s all in his slick grin, which goes away in an instant. Making it obvious he’s hiding his amusement is just how he mocks his enemies.

Mathias is above the system. He doesn’t abide by existing power or religious structures if he thinks they’re useless. Sailing west into an open ocean, guiding his people to enlightenment and discovery. Questioning rulers, then going so far as to overthrow them. He’s a dark horse when it comes to challenging the natural order, a master of annexation, a force to be reckoned with.

He treats those below him with respect. He will look anyone in the eye to speak to them on their level, no matter who. He’s not pretentious at all, but very understanding of people from all walks of life. Kind to the poor, merciless to the rich. Civilians are cared for by their king and love him for it, but the same can’t be said for high society. Not that they have anything to say about it.

Mathias is uncensored to violence. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the inside of someone’s skull, heads rolling, or spilled guts. As a king, he’s seen it all. He fights with his men like the God of war for all his incorruptible dreams, so every battle serves a divine purpose. If it means he can give his people a better life, give you a better life, he would gladly take it away all the same without hesitation.

And yet, when you come around, his invincibility, sharpness, everything that makes him ruthless, goes away instantly. That impenetrable exterior his enemies work tirelessly to get past, is broken. He returns to who he is at his core, a kind, gentle, and curious man because you see him as such. Being with you is like rising to the surface and taking a breath for the first time, constantly.

For this, he can never stop thinking about you. Every waking hour of the day, you’re on his mind. With the rush of politics and warfare, all he wants is to drown in your love, beauty, and femininity. You are the light to the darkness that pervades the world, your presence a sacred haven in all the chaos. It’s no wonder the world is made for two, because he can’t understand it without you.

That’s why he’s such an intense lover. Mathias will show up to your doorstep uninvited and beg for your attention like he’s starving for it, because there’s no other way to describe such a feeling. Whether it’s through talking, touching, or kissing, the way he looks at you is how all girls want to be looked at — a look with so much love, you can hardly return it. But he makes you every time.

He can stay calm even in times of conflict and crises. He knows when he’s in control, and this has served him well for many years. But if he does lose his head, it’s when you’re caught in the crossfire. He will do anything to keep you safe, even if he has to sacrifice thousands of others. He wouldn’t just go to war for you like other men, he would wage them. Start them. Finish them.

His dedication is the stuff of myths and legends, because if it came down to it, he would venture to the depths of the underworld to rescue you from the dead. Slay monsters to prove his worth. Challenge Gods. Nothing is bigger than his love for you, and he’ll make the whole world feel it. What he has with you is for the history books, epics, and sagas, but he’d prefer privacy over all.

You are his only weakness, so if someone caught wind of the king’s secret lover, everything would be over. Unfortunately, he gets too carried away by going to your home too often. To protect you, he has no choice but to reveal his identity and take you back to the palace. Dressed up in his most extravagant robes, he knocks on your door with a band of soldiers surrounding the property.

When you answer, the first thing you see is Mathias in his crown, and behind him, the royal guard. Your heart sinks as everything clicks. Why he was always so secretive, why he was always so adamant that you were his equal, his other half. Why the court advisors bowed before him despite being the highest ranking officials in the state, because he was above everyone and everything, all except for the Gods themselves.

“Let me explain.” He tells you, brows raised.

“I knew it,” You utter, slamming the door in his face. But nobody simply shuts out the king, not even you. That reality sinks in as he stays outside your home, asserting he has no intention to leave without you.

The honeymoon

The first week is the toughest. You feel betrayed and overwhelmed by who Mathias is, so you refuse to see him. He’s very understanding at first, and prepares a separate room just for you. It’s fully furnished, lavishly decorated, and filled with everything you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He’s been thinking of you all this time, yearning to be with you, but you have yet to give in. This isn’t the man you thought you knew, and yet, some part of you always suspected he’d turn out this way. He seemed too good to be true, and he was. After all, every force has an equal and opposite reaction, where his love for you alone goes head to head with his ruthlessness.

He tries to find you around the palace, which is perfect for when you eventually get cabin fever. You roam the palace grounds out of curiosity, even joining some of the servants in the kitchen. Mathias would never show up in a place like that, and that serves you well for a few days. You feel like yourself again and all is well, that is, until you run into him in the orchard, picking apples for himself. It’s the second time you’ve made the crucial mistake of thinking of him as any other king when he isn’t. No chore is too low for him to do, no place too filthy for him to be. You both stare at each other, eyes wide. Without a single word exchanged, you turn around and run off.

“Will you at least have dinner with me?” He calls out to you, watching your back grow smaller and smaller.

“I’m quite fine, thank you.”

“Please?” Mathias softens his voice. “I miss you.”

You can’t resist him, especially when he talks and looks at you like that. The man you thought you knew is still in there, and it sucks you in like a rip. You join him in the dining hall and have a meal together, even if it’s a silent one. You’re keen on leaving right after, but he’s quick to notice that. He’s never wrong when it comes to reading your body language, even when you were being subtle about it. Turns out, with him, nothing is subtle. He catches you before you get far, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. “I’m still the same person you love, so will you just stay with me?”

Mathias is sneaky. He’s really good at reeling you in and letting you think you’re pushing him away. And he gets closer the more he keeps doing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, while looking like he doesn’t. His innocent act is more effective than you’re led on to believe, because you fall for it every time. Every interaction with him has a catch, just like the dinner that came with a stroll. And now, you’re in his bed a week after telling him you want to sleep separately. You only realize your mistake three nights in, curled up tightly in his arms, staring up at his tired, smiling face.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You whisper.

“The same thing you’ve always done.” He answers.

He’s comfortable in his natural state. Mathias has the body of a warrior, his skin scarred by all the blades that have touched him. Otherwise, he’s an impressive specimen produced from years of battle and good genes. Large, muscular, and well-endowed. If the weather allows for it, he’ll relax in the bedroom buck naked, and talk to you as casually as he would with clothes on. He doesn’t feel any shame or embarrassment when he’s so familiar with you. He can also work up quite a stink, so he makes it a point to chase you around for a hug. And he catches you every time.

He expects you to join him for breakfast and dinner everyday. Mathias has a lot of business to attend to in between, but wants you to be the first and last thing he sees. Waking up and falling asleep beside you isn’t enough. He also insists on taking all his baths with you, so you ought to get used to being naked around him. He’s the type to stare, and so much that it’s embarrassing, but he always makes sure to remind you how beautiful you are. He may be a handful, but he just wants you to be as comfortable around him as you can so you both can be like two peas in a pod.

“It’s not like I haven’t already seen every inch of you, so don’t be shy,” He wades over to you in the pool.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop refreshing your memory.” You splash his face, cackling. “Have some manners!”

He tutors you. Granted, it took a lot of convincing on your end, but you can’t deny that you want to be closer to him, and this is how. He teaches you all about his duties, as well as math, science, and literacy. You didn’t go to school, but he wants to involve you in official business as you’ll be his most trusted partner in the future. And if he sends letters, you need to be able to read them. He’s been elevating you this whole time, hoping that you gain the confidence to stand by his side one day. And when that day comes, he’ll propose to you in a way that feels so natural, you won’t hesitate to accept. If you see him smiling at you over nothing, that’s what he’s thinking about. You’re going to be this nation’s most beloved queen one day, and he can’t wait for it to come.

The night of your wedding, he will carry you to his chambers to consummate it. He doesn’t think of it as a duty wherein he needs to produce heirs, but something he’s been wanting to do for ages. Starting a family with you, if he didn’t already get you pregnant from all the unprotected sex he’s been having with you for months. But tradition is tradition, and there won’t be another opportunity as romantic as this. You’ll be ravished all night, taking him until your insides ache and you get sick of his taste. He has a penchant for all kinds of sex, but combined with his ox-like stamina and insatiable appetite, he could go at it forever.

Mathias would want to reincarnate by your side, finding you again and again in endless rebirths. In the dark ages where life is short and death is always near, having you just once isn’t enough. So after conquering the mortal world and making it perfect for you, he will search for answers to the question that needs answering. What comes after death, and if you’ll be there, waiting for him. It’s strange. He has dreams of having different lives, each more vivid than the last. Sometimes a dashing prince, other times, a champion boxer. He doesn’t understand what he experiences, but the thing about dreams is that they always make sense when he’s in them. So maybe, it’ll come to him one day, even if it’s thousands of years later.

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[crimson-kisses]

Yandere Allies and Axis with a nymph darling that doesn't wanna be with them. Because anyone that the Gods have been with that isn't a God as well has ended in tragedy, something the darling is trying their absolute best to avoid so they don't meet an early demise. So as soon as the darling has found out that they are the Apple to not only one but multiple gods eyes, they ghosted all them. It was like they never existed. However the darling's sisters does know where she's hiding...........

Do what you will with this. ( Gods AU )

Ah yes, my long forgotten abandoned au ;-; I tried to keep this rather simple and short! I like the tragic undertones this ask has 🐝✨

Warning: contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and violence.

Fleeting wings

The evidence of it all remained etched on the walls, arts hidden in cave paintings and harsh whispered tales in the dark recounting and retelling the warnings.

The beings were aware of the tragic history that had occurred and unfolded before them, most carried the resilience of their broken ancestors, determined to survive against all odds.

Your mother had been one of them, a being born from the marrows of nature itself, she reminded you of the unfortunate women who gripped the hearts of the deities’ only to end up in a tragedy that wrote the end of them.

And so, you had always threaded carefully when it came to love- the most powerful, corrupted thing which once shattered entire worlds.

It was a solemn warning, when an old cherry tree, rooted atop the ancient mountains had beckoned you closer with it’s thorny branches, entangling in your dress. Hundreds of whispers echoed in your mind as it told you of the events that were bound to repeat if the deities’ so willed if they didn’t get their hands on their beloved sooner.

Their beloved being a lovely maiden, born from the very essence of untamed nature.

That maiden was you, a nymph.

After realizing the horrifying fate that could befall after their corrupted sense of love poisoned their divinity, the only thing that could help you or even delay the horrifying outcome was for you to conceal yourself into the depth of the fragile earth.

Following the long faded away paths of your ancestors, deep down into the abyssal caverns, you had found solace and refuge.

Months had passed, when not even the sunlight had the privilege of kissing your skin with its warm rays, and the wind had to squeeze in through the cracks as you lay in a slumber with the nature curling itself around you, moss covering your entirety and roots cradling your body as a womb of a woman protecting a child.

Unbeknownst to you, the world shifted and groaned, while the winds howled relentlessly and clouds descended, unleashing a torrent of icy hailstones upon the land.

On what appeared to be a tranquil morning, the deities withdrew their feeble mercy and fragile loyalty.

A gentle curl of foam unfurled, its seams unraveling, and soon it overflowed, submerging the islands under its weight.

Inhabitants desperately sought higher ground, mothers cradling their sobbing infants, sons and daughters salvaging remnants of their homes, and fathers striving to protect and guide their loved ones to safety, though their efforts seemed futile.

Sooner or later, things turned sour.

A foreboding realization gripped the hearts of some, understanding that this calamity would escalate to an unimaginable extent. The echoes of their ancestors' experiences were about to resurface, and no one possessed the strength to appease the ferocity of the deities' unleashed wrath. The very structure of the worlds trembled under the weight of their fury, threatening to shatter the boundaries that held everything together.

With a mere curl of their fingers, the sisters, torn from their deeply rooted abodes, were forcefully brought before the imposing throne of the deities. None dared to defy their commands, for chaos ravaged the worlds, teetering on the brink of unleashing something tremendous and catastrophic.

"Speak, for we demand your answers,"

A deep grumble reverberates through the chamber, while gentle droplets of dew caress the roots of the sisters, nurturing their well-being. The deity presiding over the fourteen oceans, the overseer of every movement of the water, fixes them with a stern gaze, awaiting their response.

"We shall not forsake our inherent nature, our lineage, or the vows we have made. Do as you will to punish us, but we implore you, if your divinity is true, grant us mercy," the sisters speak with unwavering determination, remaining steadfast in their convictions.

A heavy silence descends upon the room, mirroring the intense tension and seething wrath that soak through the atmosphere. The skies above darken, as if reflecting the turmoil reaching its breaking point.

A mirror materializes, its surface transforming into a silver portal that shimmers with an ethereal glow. As the portal opens, writhing green flames dance and flicker within, creating a mesmerizing spiral that beckons with an otherworldly allure.

"We shall bestow mercy!" a smooth voice exclaims, resonating with an uncanny clarity.

Chaotic visions envelop the room, casting a hazy, disorienting hue that distorts reality. Horrifying and incomprehensible images swirl around the sisters, accompanied by series of unsettling sounds.

The deity, his figure is surrounded by the flickering green flames, same glow as his eyes, the flames unleash a thunderous roar filled with hunger and echoes the agonized screams of the unfortunate. The atmosphere becomes suffused with terror and despair.

But of course, he wasn’t the only visitor.

Suddenly, amidst the shadows shrouding the room, another dreadful figure emerges, emanating an oppressive presence that drains the very essence of the sisters.

Overwhelmed by the malevolent presences, the sisters stagger, their bodies weakened, as if being crushed beneath an invisible force. They feel trapped, as if buried deep within the earth itself.

The terrifying figure wears skeletal armor that glistens ominously in the sunlight, exuding an aura of darkness and ink-like malevolence. Burning red eyes and searing green eyes fix upon the sisters, both feigning interest while concealing a deep-seated disdain.

"Death is often the pathway towards mercy," the other figure declares, his voice laced with a chilling resonance.

"And even after that, mercy is not always guaranteed in my domain".

The sisters huddle closer together, their trembling bodies consumed by an overwhelming fear that courses through their veins.

A brief moment passes, air heavy with anticipation.

The figure of the deity of Wisdom and Wealth rises from his throne, moving with a measured calmness toward the center of the room, standing before the sisters.

He offers a gentle smile, though it fails to reach his vacant eyes. Slowly, he begins to speak in a voice dripping with honeyed richness.

"Our mercy shall be our forgiveness", he utters, each word laced with authority and concealed threat.

"Speak, unless you wish to endure eternal suffering. Your loyalty is admirable but misguided in the eyes of us deities. Do not test our patience, for our wrath knows no bounds."

No other deity stirs or makes any demands. The room is enveloped in an eerie stillness, as if time itself has come to a stop, casting a frozen stupor over the surroundings.

Silence reigns supreme, leaving everyone in a suspended state of uncertainty.

The sisters gasp for breath, their chests heaving with fear. Is this their end?

Will they suffer mercilessly and face a fate devoid of peace, even after death?

Uncertainty grips their hearts, as they ponder the grim fate that looms before them.

The silence is soon broken, when the king of the deities gives off an amused smile, sky eyes glinting with a newfound excitement.

𖣊𖡛𖣥𖡗𑗋𖣙𖥟𖢅𖢌𖥠

You supposed the elderly forces had exerted all they could, using their waning strength to shield and protect you, but their ancient power could no longer unleash its full potential.

Within the depths of your enclosed casket, a steady flow of essence awakens you from your deep slumber. Weakened vines and branches still try to hold you protectively, cradling your form.

A towering figure, adorned in gleaming metallic armor and wielding mighty weapons, enters the cavern. With a single swipe of his resplendent sword, he shatters the feeble attempts of the cavern to shield you.

The deity of War and Vengeance.

His helmet conceals most of his visage, revealing only a pair of glowing violet eyes fixed upon your captivating figure. Swiftly, the deity tears away the remaining vines and branches, careful not to cause you harm.

You knew deep down that this moment was inevitable. The ancient times did not truly capture the full extent of reality. Those days were long gone, as the world order had changed since those bygone eras.

It was different now. Their attention, once scattered among their own darlings and the allure of their beautiful women, was solely focused on you. It wouldn't have taken much longer for them to claim their beloved treasure. The powers that had thrived in ancient times could not withstand their might, or perhaps they chose not to.

Above you, the air opened up like a celestial maw, its glimmering teeth of stars welcoming you to your tragic fate.

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[moonami]

-“It seems that common sense is starting to run out....”-

These are some warmups, i hope you all like them!, Pls reblog and put your opinion or theories on the tags~ i would appreciate it~

Previous part

#Reddish Afternoon #hws russia #hetalia russia #ivan braginsky #ivan braginski #aph russia #ヘタリア #hetalia axis powers #aph america #alfred f jones #aph china #wang yao #fake game screenshot #fake game #dating sim #fake otome #otome game #yandere hetalia #america x reader #russia x reader #china x reader #yandere male #hetalia #moonami #yandere x reader #hetalia world series #male yandere #yandere russia #yandere boy #tw blood

[dearestones]

One Step Ahead (Yandere! Russia x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, implied kidnapping. 

Anonymous Request: Can i req one shot about yandere russia accidentally met his runaway darling (that escape 2 days ago) on train and what his next move

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You should have run when you had the chance. 

Years ago, when you had first met Russia, you had been just as nervous as the rest of your coworkers upon introduction. It was hard not to freeze up and back away at the very sight of him—over six feet tall and with a presence that demanded respect and attention. Even if you had exchanged minimal pleasantries, you felt your heart seize in your throat at the thought of continued conversation. 

That day, you vowed to never get on his bad side. 

However, while first impressions may have colored your perceptions of him at first, you found that Russia was a rather hilarious person once you got used to his blunt nature and dark humor. Witty and well read, whenever the both of you found each other alone (rare occasions, but you found yourself looking forward to them), Russia would give you battered books filled with his homeland’s poetry. Under hushed breath as other Nations milled around the room with political favors and current events in mind, Russia would translate bits and pieces of his favorite poems. 

Pushkin, Pasternak, Nabakov.

Krylov, Lermonov, Yesenin.

Derieva, Dushkova, Ivinskaya. 

You would have never known this had you not given Russia a chance, but his voice was comforting and soft. The way he would read in his native tongue first was to immerse you into his homeland’s most precious written words. Afterwards, as you would roll around the syllables and hushed breaths in your mind to try and recall the correct translation, he would gently transition into your native tongue. At first, his attempts were clumsy, but to know that he was willing to translate his most famous poetry into a tongue that wasn’t refined as his, filled you with warmth. Even as he apologized for his stumbling grammar and tenuous grasp on your vocabulary, you found yourself endeared. 

In time, you also began toting around books of poetry from your homeland. Like him, you would start with a hushed, reverent tone in your own tongue before transitioning into his native Russian. Before long, these private poetry sessions extended from the short breaks in meetings to scheduled rendezvous that could take you from cute cafes to expensive restaurants. 

Your other Nation friends were somewhat amused, but wary of the Russian’s intentions. Yet, they noted that your abilities to speak in the Slav’s tongue was becoming more fluent rather than practical. Furthermore, the interest in his culture and prolific bodies of literature had gone from professional curiosity to something bordering on close friendship. Yes, you had told your closest friends and colleagues, in the political arena Russia was a foe not to be ignored, but as a person who needed companionship just as anyone else? He was just a man. 

What you didn’t expect from such a man, was the treatment that followed afterward. 

Perhaps if you weren’t so loud about your friendship with Russia, if your friends hadn’t been so keen on butting into your affairs… Maybe if you had decided not to indulge in Russian poetry from the very beginning, you could have escaped without any hard feelings. 

The fact of the matter was this: 

Russia could be kind, but he had the choice to strip you away from everything you held dear. 

Russia could be gentle, but he also had the capacity for cruelty far beyond your imagination. 

Russia could have courted you and you would not have been the wiser had it not been for the fact that he felt slighted by your words. 

Did you not realize that after all the time spent with him that you could no longer be friends? Russia loved his literature beyond anything else in the world? The words of his patriots had uplifted not only his hearts, but also the souls of countless citizens living in his lands. Just because you were a fellow Nation that happened to stay with him during breaks in meetings didn’t mean that he would read to them about poetry and provide a translation in the language that most reminded them of home. 

No.

He only did that for you because you were special. 

Could you see him doing that for Lithuania? For America? For China?

You were special and he reserved that title just for you. How dare you throw that back in his face and claim that you were merely friends!

So, Russia took you. 

He hid you away in the depths of his wintry lands and away from prying eyes. From time to time, you would move from different abodes, from dacha to dacha, region to region. There was not one moment that you would be allowed to head back to your homeland, not without Russia’s permission at least. 

On one evening, after a few weeks of getting used to living near one of his cities, you finally got the courage to sneak out and board a train. It had taken some time, quick thinking, and gentle persuasion, but you had done it. Preparation had been tricky, but you managed to score a rucksack with a number of practical articles of clothing, documentation that proved that you were the representative of your home, and money. A part of you felt bad for stealing the money, but at this point, it was either you would go home or not at all.

And to many Nations who had the misfortune to be taken away to another Nation’s household, that was basically imprisonment and a one way road to a slow, but painful existence. It was rare for Nations to die when withheld for too long from their native soil, but it wasn’t unheard of. 

(It was a good thing that regeneration was available. However, it wasn’t exactly viable because it was a lengthy process that took up too much energy).

After two days of alternating from trekking around on foot and hitchhiking, you finally boarded a train. The platform was densely crowded, the packed bodies talking to each other about their plans and other inane chatter. You paid them no mind. Amidst the crowd, you were sure to be invisible. 

Finally, after what seemed like an inordinately long amount of time, you and the crowd began to head inside. Lugging your rucksack on your back, you passed by several compartments until you reached one that was empty. Inside, you took note of the available amenities before settling yourself onto the bed. While you had initially felt bad about the money that you took, you wanted revenge. Was booking the most expensive overnight train petty and dangerous? Probably, but after the torture Russia had put you through, you thought that it was appropriate. 

The worst that Russia could do once you were finally back home was to make accusations and point fingers. International incidents were supposed to be the product of human affairs, what Nations did between themselves on a purely personal level was up to the parties involved. 

Content now that you were on your way to nearest neighboring country who could help you, you unpacked a few of your essentials and began to settle in for the night. 

You were finally free. 

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Russia was a patient man. 

Not many people knew that, but while he was quick to anger, he let the rage freeze and crystallize in his veins, the shards of ice hardening his heart. It had been a while since someone had incurred his wrath quite like this, but he knew from the telltale signs of his political aides and secretary shying away from him, that his temper was slowly bleeding into his normally personable disposition. If he was feeling charitable, he would have felt sympathetic, but at the thought of his lover traipsing away in the dead of night without so much as a goodbye, but with at least two months’ worth of his salary in their hands, he thought himself justified when he yelled at his secretary for their inefficient organization. 

Today, he was to board a train and attend a conference in his capital city. While he would rather search for his dearest lover, he knew that this meeting had to take top priority. If any of his neighbors or God forbid America found out that not only had he kidnapped one of their fellow Nations but also lost them… Russia was always ready for an altercation, but he would rather not have a repeat of the Cold War. 

As many of his citizens and a number of tourists gathered on the platform, he kept himself preoccupied at the very back of the crowd nearest to the train station. He arrived fifteen minutes early, keen on keeping to his appointment and knowing that if he stayed a moment longer, his volatile energy would have caused the humans under his direct command to be more skittish than usual. Poor things, them.

As he glanced up from his phone, his eyes scanned the growing crowd. Young children tagged along with their adult companions while a few couples mingled and held each other. At the sight, Russia felt his heart harden once more, the ice in veins refusing to melt even as he heard someone whisper about their plans for a future date. Moments before Russia could tune out the rest of the world, his eyes caught sight of a particular person who tried to keep themselves in the very middle of the crowd.

Now, normally this sort of person would have escaped Russia’s notice long before now, but he couldn’t help but stare. 

That rucksack. 

That coat. 

The stance. 

The figure underneath that heavy coat that was meant to conceal height and width.

Could it be…?

Suddenly, the crowd began surging forward onto the train, the person that Russia was observing followed suit. Hurriedly, Russia pushed forward, neglecting to act the part of a polite politician as he carelessly bumped into the humans who dared to get in his way. Had they no idea that they were in the presence of a Nation on a mission?

Woe to those who thought it prudent to demand recompense for his actions.

And hell to the rest of the train if he found out that the person he was tailing was not his beloved.

Close as a shadow, but not so close as to arouse suspicion, Russia trailed behind the figure. At this point, when he saw the person walking in the same rhythm as his lover, when he heard them mutter something under their breath, and when he paid careful attention to the rucksack on their back, he knew it was them. It had to be!

When his lover rounded the corner and faced their compartment door, Russia took note of the number and placement, carefully withdrawing from the area before his lover could see him. 

As he steadied the heavy beating of his heart, Russia flexed his large hands within his woolen gloves. He was feeling poetic and emotional, but he thought that the ice that froze his blood was steadily melting. 

He felt alive again.

But, if he were to have you in his arms again, he would truly be free.

As he strode back to his assigned compartment, he unlocked his phone and began contacting certain people and Nations for a few favors. 

You had missed out on last night’s poetry session. Perhaps you should rectify that, no?

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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HETALIA AXIS POWERS/WORLD SERIES MASTERLIST

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[darkwaltz-blog]

hey! do you think you could do some Yandere Spain smut hcs please? ❤️

YANDERE! SPAIN SMUT HEADCANONS.

Warning. +18 content; non-consensual relationships; mentions of abuse; manipulation.

Antonio Fernández Carriedo [Spain]

— COURTSHIP PROCESS:

Antonio is just an obsessive guy who would do anything for his S/O; His main goal is to please her and do everything in his power to fulfill her every whim. This is probably why he caught the attention of his beloved, perhaps she thought that Antonio's behavior was like that of any other person in love who seeks to attract attention and be kind (without having any idea that this simple "infatuation" was not typical of a sane person).

Antonio can be smarter than he appears, from the beginning he does a thorough search for the type of things that are stimulating for his partner and, from there, he will create dream scenarios for his S/O. He doesn't really mind impersonating someone else to get his partner's attention.

Antonio is aware of how conventionally attractive he is, so he would start wearing clothes that show off his physical attributes. It would be a new habit for him to wear tight pants that show off his shapely buttocks, wear shirts that reveal part of his chest and arm muscles, and then sneak up on his S/O so she can get a better look at his body.

In the end, if none of this works out, and his partner doesn't willingly reach out to him, he's bound to do nastier things. In reality, Antonio is a double face and he knows very well how to get rid of the bad things he does and never suffer the consequences. He wouldn't feel guilty about getting his S/O drunk and waking up the next day pretending to be a victim with excuses like: “I was drunk too, you know me very well, I would never dare to harm in any way”.

he already did something wrong once and nothing happened to him, so he can keep doing it. After all, he is a good and innocent guy in everyone's eyes, no one would ever suspect that he is capable of cruel acts.

— GENERAL TAGS:

In case S/O falls for Antonio's charms at first, he will still wear his good boy mask, and his beloved will probably never find out about the terrible things the boy is capable of just having her.

S/O can have Antonio at her feet if she wants it that way. This guy kisses the floor where his beloved walks, he is completely hers, and she can do whatever she wants with him. Submissive or dominant, that doesn't matter! He can be what his beloved wants him to be.

Antonio is terribly ruthless when he wants to be. He could not have his beloved in a good way, so he will have her in a bad way.

#yandere hcs #yandere hetalia #yandere spain #antonio fernandez carriedo #hetalia x reader #spain x reader #yandere hetalia x reader #hetalia axis powers #hetalia headcanons

[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

[yandere-romanticaa]

Your Hetalia yandere according to your MBTI:

ESTJ: Prussia.

ESTP: Germany.

ESFJ: Romano.

ESFP: Lithuania.

ISTJ: America.

ISTP: Czech Republic.

ISFP: China.

ISFJ: Switzerland.

INTJ: Cuba.

INTP: Australia.

INFP: Portugal.

INFJ: Romania.

ENTJ: Finland.

ENTP: England.

ENFP: Belarus.

ENFJ: Russia.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #hetalia x reader #hetalia axis powers #yandere hetalia #dark hetalia #dark hetalia x reader #mbti personality types #mbti x reader #yandere mbti #anime x mbti #mbti #infj #infp #intp #intj #istp #estp #esfp #istj #isfp #isfj

[blueskywater-happiness]

Yandere Maphilindo Brothers

POV: You’ve tried to escape.

#Axis Powers Hetalia #Hetalia #hetalia world stars #aph philippines #hws philippines #hetalia philippines #aph indonesia #hws indonesia #hetalia indonesia #aph malaysia #hws malaysia #hetalia malaysia #hetalia maphilindo #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

[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

NONE YET

NONE YET

Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling

Random Yandere Headcanons: What makes yandere Germany so dangerous?

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

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

#yandere #yandere masterlist #hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #hetalia x reader #2p hetalia #yandere nyotalia #nyotalia #yandere hetalia

[headingalaxys-spicy]

MasterList III: Nekotalia, Originals & Randoms

Updated March 13th 22:10

Nekotalia

Platonic Yandere Nordics 

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

Random

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

Yandere Lithuania Headcanons SFW and N$FW

Platonic Yandere Protectors Germany X France w/Reader 

America and Japan adopting an introvert meme

Canada, Germany, and Prussia with the chaotic drunk reader

Reader begging Germany, Prussia, and Russia with an axolotl

Wild Card Ask: Some RusAme Space Fantasy Thing

Halloween Costumes (2022)

RusAme: In Space No One Can Hear You Scream

Pirate France x Male! Reader

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

There are Reasons why I don't like Winter Nights Demon Russia X Reader

What Love Making looks like during winter

Germany, Italy, and Japan answering your texts

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

Club 27 Birthday Drabble Part 2

Yandere China with a Pop/Idol Darling

Yandere Norway Headcannons (SPICY!)

France with an Onyx skinned darling

Italy x reader who loves reptiles (Skink specific)

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

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

:readmore:

Dimension hopping Omega/Demon AU 

Yandere Bully America x Reader X England 

Hetalia pun pick-up post 

America, Canada, Denmark, and Sweden flirting and teasing 

It’s Hot: Russia, Canada, & America

Yandere Prussia disciplining his S/O

Quotes that represent the Allies 

Germany with a free-spirited S/O

Platonic Yandere’s America x Russia w/Reader 

Platonic Yandere America and Prussia 

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

England and Germany with a Black Nation darling 

Yandere Prussia with a Spy Solider 

When Yandere’s switch places with their darling 

More information about the Omegaverse 

Coming out as Ace in the Omegaverse

Yandere Demon Hungary x Wizard S/O 

Mating Season AU ( may or may not finish or may put into another AU as better world building) 

Yandere Japan and Germany stalking a celebrity S/O 

Yandere France and Russia with an Oni S/O 

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

Yandere Demon America x Archangel Darling that are soulmates 

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

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

Original

2p America x Reader x 2p Italy: The Diplomat pt.1 

2p America X Reader x 2p Italy: The Diplomat pt.2 

UkFra: Mindscape 

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

Spicy Yandere! Demon America Headcannons 

Spicy Yandere America with Pregnant S/O 

Yandere! Demon Germany SFW and NSFW Headcannons  

Yandere Demon Japan sfw and nsfw  

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

Yandere Demon America & Demon Queen  Bondage  

Yandere Demon America with an Angel he's finally tainted  

Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping  

2p FACE Spicy Headcanons 

2p FACE aftercare 

Spicy Demon Japan Headcannons 

Spicy Yandere Alpha America X Alpha Darling 

Spicy Cardverse America 

Spicy England and Germany with a Black Nation Darling 

Alpha Canada x Omega Reader N$FW 

Yandere Alpha Russia Headcannons 

Yandere Alpha America having fun with his pregnant S/O 

Yandere Alpha America w/Alpha Fem Darling 

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

@my2phetaliaheadcanons Yandere with a Professor darling

#yandere hetalia #hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws america #hws #headingalaxys #headingalaxys writes stuff #alfred f jones #yandere headcanons #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia axis powers #yandere headcannons #hetalia masterlist

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Axis Power Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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1p Axis

Italy

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Germany

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

Trying To Be Romantic To Make Their S/O Notice❤️🍭🧸

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Japan

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Prussia

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Romano

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Spain

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction of Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

#hetalia #aph hetalia #1p hetalia headcanons #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia scenarios #hetalia axis powers #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #hetalia x gender neutral reader #hetalia italy #hws italy #1p italy #italy x reader #hetalia germany #hws germany #germany x reader #1p germany #hetalia japan #hws japan #japan x reader #1p japan #hetalia romano #hws romano #romano x reader #1p romano #hetalia spain #hws spain #spain x reader #1p spain

[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark Headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto you all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Wordcount: 3, 692 Rating: R18+ for sex and violence

The headcanons are on my Patreon for early access ❤️

#IT’S FINALLY DONE #Holy fuck I kept working on this and now this goes head to head with Alfred’s yandere hcs #setting the tone for the next story I’m writing #about time I returned to it 👁️ #alfredosauce50 #update #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia fanfic #axis powers hetalia #aph denmark #king Denmark #yandere #Denmark x reader #patreon

[sparklingbluerose]

Masterlist!

Hello hello~ this is where you can navigate my stories & stuff.

💞Fluff

💀Angst

🤣Crack

🔞Smut

💦Suggestive

Twisted Wonderland

💞💀 Dorm Leaders React to Fatui Harbinger!Reader

💀 TWST Cast React to Raiden Shogun!Reader

💞 Staff x Raiden Shogun!Reader

💞 Staff x Raiden Shogun!Reader Part 2

💀 TWST Cast x Childe!Reader

💞💦 Heartslabyul x Emotionless!Reader (coming soon!)

🤣 TWST Cast w/ a 5☆ Genshin Impact Character!Reader

Tears of Themis

🤣 Daddy Marius Von Hagen

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

🤣 Brothers React to Doctor!Reader (coming soon!)

Ikemen Vampire

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

Genshin Impact

💦 Yandere!Fatui Harbingers x Reader

💀 Yandere! Fatui Harbingers x Reader (Alter End)

Free!! Iwatobi Swim Club

🤣💦 Iwatobi React To Flirty!Reader (coming soon!)

Haikyuu!!

🤣 Oikawa Plush In Noodles

Hetalia

🤣 Axis Powers x HuTao!Reader

💦 2P!Japan In Love w/ Reader

💞🤣 1P & 2P! Nekotalia w/ Reader

🤣💦 Neko!Allied Forces x Neko!Reader

From Argonavis

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

BanG Dream!

Me Simping for Morfonica

SPYxFAMILY

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

[moonami]

Alfred; if Y/N were to make you a batch of cookies, what would you do???

"Eat em' up of course~!!!"

(After this, maybe Alfred will get used to asking Y/N to make cookies.)

#aph america #alfred f jones #alfred freedom jones #hws america #hetalia america #Reddish Afternoon #aph russia #ivan braginsky #hetalia axis powers #ヘタリア #aph china #wang yao #fake game #dating sim #otome game #yandere hetalia #america x reader #russia x reader #china x reader #yandere male #hetalia #moonami #yandere x reader #hetalia world series #ask answered #ask me stuff #ask box