#yandere sweden

[yanxidarlings]

Hello there! I don't know if the inbox is open but could I request the Nordics (separate) with a darling (romantic) who just keeps questioning why they chose them of all people as they continue to try and leave them? Thank you and have a wonderful day!

INSECURITY: NORDICS

DENMARK

matthias honestly see's his darlings insecurity as fishing for compliments - normally he would shower them in verbal affection, especially if asked, but assuming that this is just after getting caught trying to escape, he's a bit pissed. "i don't know, i could probably find someone better couldn't i" yes this little shit is using his darlings moment of self consciousness as manipulative ammunition.

his darling is probably crushed at his words, matthias feels a bit bad seeing how their face falls, but it's for the best. if things go as planned, his darling will start to put more effort into the 'relationship', and stops trying to escape.

or his darling could completely shy away from him after hearing his words, smart decision, darling, if he see's how dejected they are, matthias is going to feel really bad.

he didn't mean it, min elskede!, he was just in a bad mood, it's like when you're feeling insecure and try to up and leave!. please forgive him.

it's best not to drag this out any further, and take the apology and pampering, lest matthias starts to think his darling is attempting to manipulate him, and believe me, you do not want to entirely loose his trust.

NORWAY

lukas wonders the exact same thing sometimes. he really tried to shake his obsession, it's not like he wants to be so attached to his darling but he is.

he doesn't answer his darling initially, too busy enchanting the basement to keep them from trying to escape again. this likely puts his already distressed darling on the edge, and might lead them to think he's decided to dispose of them when he doesn't come and visit for the next week.

the darlings words linger in lukas's mind; if he hadn't already kidnapped them, he might have tried to distance himself from them and focus on his responsibilities as a big brother and a country (to no avail), but he can't risk his darling going off and telling everyone about what he had done, so, in that week he decides to put his darling out of their misery.

finally, after a week, he re-emerges into the basement, with a tray of food in his hands, his darling is soiled and starving at this point, so they don't fight back when he hand feeds them the love potion infused fiskesuppe.

FINLAND

tino's heart just about breaks upon hearing his darlings words - it all makes sense now! his darling does love him, they just struggle with insecurities, that he clearly desperately needs to address.

so, if his darling doesn't like physical affection, verbal affection or being smothered, they just made the stupidest decision of their life; tino now dedicates his days to boosting his darlings self esteem. best to go along with his self love boot cam, he'll forget all previous grievances.

but assuming 10 hours of standing naked in front of a mirror complimenting themselves just creeps them out, and they still want to escape from tino's clutches; they once again try to leave when the chance presents itself.

finland goes absolutely insane, no one can calm him down when he realises his darling isn't home when he returns from the latest world meeting - after all he did for them? were they even being sincere or was it all another ploy to escape?! throw all previous trust out the window, once he gets his darling back he's going full tiger mum.

SWEDEN

"who made you think this" berwalds instantly ready to throw hands, start a war, go viking mode. it's simply incomprehensible to him that his darling doesn't adore themselves as much as he adores them.

it must be someone's elses poisonous words corrupting his darling self image, probably denmark, or maybe prussia, germany and austria, or it could be-

if berwald hadn't kidnapped his darling yet, expect to wake up in his house the next morning - clearly his darling is being horridly abused by the people they surround themselves with to think that they aren't worthy of love.

whilst he wasn't planning on pursuing a romantic relationship with his darling, and was content in his position as their guardian angel, if it's what he thinks they need, he'll do whatever he must to ensure their wellbeing.

ICELAND

here we have the angsty teenager, who immediately takes it as his darling mocking him. fine! be that way, he didn't even like them that much to begin with (lies). once he realises how immature he's being, he panics.

did he just ruin his entire relationship with his darling over his own insecurity? emil screams into his pillow when it occurs to him that his darling was being sincere. even if they weren't, he couldn't stay away from them for that long. if he wasn't already stalking them, he's picked up the habit now: they hate him so how else is he to get his fill of them?.

after a few months of being estranged, emil works up the courage to make amends. but it isn't the same, his beloved is on edge, they don't trust him like they used to. it drives him to absolute insanity loosing the closeness he once had with his darling.

he doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he just follows and watches them in a desperate attempt to get close to them again.

eventually, his brothers get concerned, lukas can't stand to see his baby brother so distressed, so he does what all good brothers do and puts icelands darling under a love potion. to emils horror. at first he thinks they've come around, but is quick to become suspicious of the sudden affection he's receiving.

emil will demand lukas undo the love potion, when his darling is back to their senses he's so embarrassed, he stutters apologies, as the door opens.

norway walks in with a suitcase, "here's all their stuff" "WHAT"

isn't norway a great big brother kidnapping icelands darling for him.

GREENLAND

way to reinforce kunuk's belief that he and his darling are soulmates, reader. just when he thinks his darling can't get any more perfect for him, they say this. it's kinda disturbing to see the heart eyes he gives them as they pour out their heart to him, probably sobbing too.

he immediately counters with his own belief that he isn't good enough for his darling, but he loves them so much that he's gotten past that to bring them together (kidnap them).

if anything his darling made him more attached to them, he goes from being attached at the hip with them to being their conjoined twin; if kunuk wasn't open with them before, he sure as hell is now. if he was, all boundries between him and his darling fade at this point.

kunuk also uses his darlings insecurity as a way to isolate them from others; no one understands them like he does, as no one understands him as they do, so what's the point of going to america's birthday bash when he and his darling could stay home and cuddle?

#yandere hetalia #yandere nordics #yandere denmark #yandere norway #yandere sweden #yandere iceland #yandere greenland #yandere finland #yandere aph denmark #yandere aph greenland #yandere aph sweden #yandere aph norway #yandere aph iceland #yandere aph finland #yandere hws #hws #hetalia #aph #aph headcanons #my headcanons #hws denmark #hws sweden #hws norway #hws greenland #hws finland #hws iceland #included a greenland oc in this one lemme know if i should keep including him

[thatanimeramenchick]

Can I some yandere Nordics pls!!

Of course! Thank you for your patience, I've been in a bit of writing slump the last two years.

Since nothing specific was requested, I think I’ll just go with some personal head cannons that I have on how their personality works with their yandere-ness.

Denmark

I imagine Denmark as being very similar to America for some reason. He’d be loud, assertive, and maybe a bit delusional. Will loudly enter your life and try to hit on you. I feel like he’s a bit less obnoxious than America though (eh, maybe I just find him hotter) so he’s able to get you to put up with a lot more of his weirdness, and you won’t be scared off as easily.

He just laughs his way through their denials of love or just out right ignores their protests. You don’t love him? You’re so funny how you play hard to get! If you become too difficult though, he will use force to get you to comply.

He could become volatile if he has you in his grasp, and you are being quite nasty. If you manage to cut past that denial he has put up, his truly terrifying side will come out.

Norway

I have this weird feeling that Denmark and Norway have total opposite approaches to trying to seduce and keep their lover, but they are both the exactly the same in that they would be very domineering and controlling. Unlike Denmark, he doesn’t act delusional about your relationship, he is very aware that you don’t like him, he just doesn’t care.

Tries to entrap you in a subtle way. Like a fairy luring a naive child into the deep woods, he wishes to lure your heart to his own. If you respond positively to his affection, he’s never letting you go, even if that means locking you up. A negative reaction though will cause him to act in a more aggressive manner, though he dislikes it. Maybe he’ll knock you out with some tea and lock you in his basement. Once your “his” though, he will tend to dote on you in private, perhaps to a nagging obsessive degree.

Can be quite patient. No matter how much you protest that you hate him, he will wait it out. He's willing to play the long game in manipulation or even after obtaining you if you are being stubborn in reciprocating his affection.

Finland

Finland knows better than both Norway and Denmark: you catch way more flies with honey than with vinegar. I see Finland as being like Norway in that he tries to sweeten his “lover” into his arms, but unlike Norway he doesn’t do this through the excessive doting and nagging, as much as gently nudging and knowing just what the object of his affection needs.

He doesn’t stalk in the traditional sense, but he likes to study you. Pays close attention to everything you say, where you go, and what you do and holds it in his memory bank so he can take out the information whenever he needs it.

Also, I don’t think he’s the type who would prefer to kidnap. Rather, I feel like he’s the type to ruin the relationship you have with someone else or get you fired by pulling some behind the scene strings and then wait with open arms for you to come to him for comfort. He’ll make it look like he has the whole world offered to you on a silver platter. What you don’t know won’t hurt you, right?

Iceland

I feel like Iceland is still in that awkward stage where you like someone and have literally no idea how to express it like a human being. So he tries to overcompensate in a way that makes him seem desperate and sad.

Naturally, most people aren’t attracted to that, and he just as naturally freaks out like there’s no tomorrow and acts drastically. Depending on a lot of factors this acting drastically could range from him stalking you to full blown ruining your life and/or kidnapping you.

May have some "nobody loves or understands me" pity parties if you express genuine dislike or disgust towards him. He could be pulling this to be manipulative, but I think a bit of it is genuine.

Sweden

Also kind of socially awkward but more in the creepy way? It’s not intentional though! He just has this aura about him that makes people naturally fear for their lives. I feel like he expresses his affection for you in a way that just isn’t really effective and creeps the average person out, but it’s not meant to be taken that way.

Will bluntly try to win you over. He will announce to you that you two are going out on a date and when and where, and happily ignore any protests or looks of confusion.

He will also tell other people that you two are dating, regardless of whether its true or not, especially to anyone who may even show the slightest interest. If that doesn’t scare them off, the aforementioned creepy aura probably will.

#hetalia #yanderexreader #yandere nordics #yandere denmark #yandere norway #yandere finland #yandere sweden #yandere iceland #yandere hetalia

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Yandere Werewolf Nordics or Allies that's in love with a quiet fox darling. Their territories are close and they have somewhat of an unspoken agreement. Other than that the darling doesn't pay them any mind and is worried about finding a suitable mate ( that isn't them )

Nordics becuase yeah! >:D

Here's the thing is because i can I am gonna make the nordics a group that lives together (I am excluding iceland since he is a minor) the nordic 4 as a group knowing where you live and thrive will stalk you as a pack and will drive you. Knowing you are trying to find a suitable mate that isn't them infuriates them and drives them to wanting you more. They start off slowly and they begin their drive putting their hunting territories where you live, they begin to make you aware you're in their territory and once they catch you they will use the territory terms to their advantage. They just take you and they have to decide as a group what to do, since they are gonna have to share you (the best they possibly can without murdering eachother). Hope you like to be shared.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #aph denmark #aph sweden #aph finland #aph norway #yandere nordics #no iceland because hes a minor>:( #yandere denmark #yandere norway #yandere sweden #yandere finland #yandere x reader #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere nordics x reader #yandere werewolf nordics x reader

[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

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

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

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

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

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

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

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

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

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

2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson

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

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

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen

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

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

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

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

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

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #2p hetalia #hetalia lemon #2p hetalia headcanons #lemon #aph hetalia #yandere #2p denmark #2p finland #2p Iceland #2p Norway #2p Sweden #2p nordics #aph Nordics #short reader #reader x 2p Nordics

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

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

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

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

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

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

Blissfully unaware of the eyes.

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

Yandere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to go home sjöstjärna?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have you done to me?”

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

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

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

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

“Who are you!?”

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

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

“Do you wanna play a game?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But?”

“If you fail, you come home with me.”

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

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

Click, boom!

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

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

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

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

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

Regular

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

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

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

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

“Umm… Can I help you?”

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

“Care to share a meal, havkanin?”

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

Once, then twice as the serenade continued its crescendo.

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

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

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

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

A dark shadow overhead caused her to look up.

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

“Hello, sjöstjärna!” He bubbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scars.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, you wanna be friends?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHAM!

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

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

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

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

“I know you’re awake merienkelini.”

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

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

“Um… How did I get here?”

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

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

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

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

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #yandere #yandere hetalia #2p yandere #2p denmark #2p finland #2p iceland #2p sweden #2p norway #2p nordic #mermay

[yandere-dark-cupid]

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

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

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

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

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

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

#yandere hetalia #yandere 2p hetalia #Yandere 2p Sweden #Yandere 2p denmark #Yandere 2p Iceland

[guest-walter]

Honey Lavender Amber and Ricky (concept art sketch) - GW 2023

#art #character art #amber larsson #ricky larsson #yandere #music video #sketch #ibis paint x #cartoon #vaporwave #synthwave #purple #lavender flowers #swedish #sweden #hispanic artist #vhs #1990s #youtube #artists on tumblr #retro

[darkbluekies]

Idk if you posted this but I was wondering where do each of your yanderes lives. I got this idea from one of your Silas fics when he mentions to reader that it took him 10 years to build his empire in the country. But I was like where and which country? It might be because you left vague to be left to the imagination but can you give a general location if you’re okay with it?

Also, I hella love your writing and your ocs. Very fun reads and always wanting more! Thank you for your hard work!

~🪷anon

Thank you so much for enjoying them<3 I have these set countries in my head that they're from and live in, but I don't think I have ever told that, i've wanted to keep it vague. Only Jerry has been mentioned.

Silas: I would say that he's Greek (that's what "speaks" to me most, I was thinking French and Italian for a while, but none felt right for him) but currently lives in the USA.

Dr Kry: Scandinavian, it's been hinted at with the meatballs in the witty and uncanny oneshot and his scandinavian house in deja vu (and last name) He's most likely Swedish, living in either Sweden or Norway.

King Edmund: I don't know why, but I see him as German. I have no idea why, but if he had an nationality/etnicity besides his imaginary kingdom, it'd most likely be German.

Jerry: Korean. I haven't hidden or made that discreet at all haha. I don't know where she lives currently, but I can see her live in either Korea, Japan or the USA.

Hedwig: British. She just feel like a posh english girl. I can hear her accent in my head omg (i love english accents a lot) <333 she's still living in England, but I could see her move to France, Italy, Spain or the US when she becomes an adult.

#🪷anon #yandere ocs #ocs #my ocs

[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

[yopigeonflyerjo]

I just watched Midsommar (by Ari Aster), and I am OBSESSED with the Pelle character. May I ask for Pelle X reader where the reader is Dani’s friend and is torn between them? As America to go by what she saw and back to but not without YN, but reader and Pelle just can’t resist eacheach other? I make it very specyfic but hope you will feed my Pellestarved soul. Love ya

First, of all love you too <3, Secondly of course love i will do my best.

TW: manipulation

Pelle x Reader Headcanons

You meet Dani in campus library, you two were looking for same book, and library had only one copy. You realized that she is in same class, so you offer to work together on task. After few hours of conversations and laughing you two became inseparable.

When Christian invited her to Sweden you were not only first to know, but she also immediately get offer to join them. Christian, since you can comfort Dani better than him has nothing against it. You meet Christian friends day before trip. Rest of the pack didn’t really care, but one of them stand out of this group.

That was obviously Pelle. You two didn’t really talk much on the very beginning but gaze that he gave you, even Christian noticed it. When you start asking him about Harga, you two stoped talking on morning.

My man was already in love

When group arrived Harga you were focused on Dani and her mental health. Sometimes you were her personal therapist with she hate. Often that was reason of your quarrels. it was one of this arguments.

You were crying at the edge of the village, when Pelle found you.

He immediately used fact that you were vulnerable and start convincing you how amazing Harga community is.

As much as we love him, he is brainwashed yandere sectarian

You feel bonded to him after that night

Next day was Ättestupa

When you realized what just happened you turn around and start to run.

After one, maybe one and half kilometer Pelle catch you

You were crying and throwing hands, he tried to calm you down. After few minutes you throw up everything you ate in past days.

He was just silently holding your hair and  stroking your back.

After returning anything you ate, he just hug you. You didn’t have a single thought when you hug him back. 

During this year you focused on Dani and completely neglect your mental health. As much as you love her, she didnt give you any support. "Its not her fault, she had worse year", you wasn’t wrong, but that doesn’t make your health any less important.

Pelle was fisrt person that care about you since years. 

When you and Pelle get back to village Dani was ready to go. She even packed your things. 

You hesitate and looked at Pelle. His face expression didn.t change. He was still smiling "If you want go", said.

He knew you wont

And he was right

You convinced Dani to stay, and after long talk and liters of tears you tell her how you feel. You left Dani in sleeping room and went to Pelle. He was waiting for you outside.

When he saw your face, wet from crying but smiling he was sure that you will be his till end of Midsummer celebrations.

#midsommar #ariaster #slashers #headcanons #horror movies #pelle x reader #pelle imagine #pelle midsommar

[shini--chan]

Hi! Can I get some headcanons for Denmark and Sweden having feeling for the same darling?

For the short version: shit is gonna hit the fan. For the long version.

Yandere Sweden vs Denmark

This would be a scenario that would get the blood of both men boiling. The present day status of being EU countries would encourage them to remain cordial on the surface, that it wouldn’t solve the pre-existing problems, only freeze said dilemmas or make them resort to more covert methods. When they would both find out that they’re eyeing the same person, then matter could very well spiral out of control. They would be both be running high on emotions and their mutual unwillingness to share along with the emotional baggage both carry would mix together to be the most explosive cocktail.

There was a loud knock on the door, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between Matthias and you. You were thankful for it, because you had already started to feel nervous under the intense stare of your surprisingly silent guest.

A key twisted in the hole and Matthias hissed: “Who did you give your spare key to?”

He was angry, (of course he was angry – you had just rejected his proposition to move into his house; it was simply too early) and he got even angrier when he saw who stepped in and neatly took off his shoes.

Berwald froze when he glimpsed your guest and you could feel your anxiety rise, making your heart hammer in your ears and making you feel oddly floaty. While the taller man was a calming presence with his stoic attitude, he was the last person you needed here. Matthias was hot-tempered and without somebody to respond with adequate empathy, his emotions would flare.

“What are you doing here?”, Berwald all but snarled. It shocked you, because it was the most emotion you had ever witness from the man. Your first guest narrowed his eyes at him, mirroring his anger.

Your “you know each other?” was promptly ignored, as Matthias stalked forward, seizing up the man he had deemed to be his opponent.

“Oh, you know – visiting. That you really have a concept of it, seeing how you barged in here unannounced. You own the place or something?”

“And what if I did? I bet your face is yearning to meet the pavement outside. Don’t worry – I’ll help you.”

These two would be antagonistic towards each other, right off the bat, especially considering that the circumstances where they would learn of their shared interest would leave little room for misinterpretation. It would lead to vicious plotting as they immediately contemplate ways to get rid of the competition.

Denmark balefully glared at the closed kitchen door. From where he was sitting at the table, he could hear your soft voice as well as the hideous low rumble of that ogre. He wished he could be in their instead of Sweden, to caution you against allowing that emotionally constipated mess of a man continue to see you.

Without the shadow of a doubt, Berwald was doing exactly what he intended to do, only that he warning you to stay away from him, good mood personified. That was an underhand thing that he couldn’t allow.

Seriously, they would probably devise schemes that would end with one in hospital and the other possibly in prison. Trying to reason with them wouldn’t work, blinded by their emotions as they would be. They both know of the others stubbornness and was aware of the full extent of the other’s feelings, they would know that they could never fully enjoy you as long as the other would be free and yearning for your touch.

There would be people hurt and eventually lives ruined, if their “disagreement” would go on for long enough. They would use this fact against one another, using it to point out how the other is so reckless and violent and inconsiderate. Could they possibly be a good husband to you if they are already like this before the deal is sealed? This would probably be a point that Sweden would bring, seeing as out of the two, he would be more in control of his emotions.

Sweden would try to attract you to him by presenting himself as the more put together option, as the man that would listen to all your worries and treat you like a princess in opposition to the stormy Denmark.

Denmark would try to present himself as the more open-minded option, as the guy that can understand the emotions of himself and others, of the fun guy that would ensure your happiness.

Both would do their best to depict the other as a monster that you would do your best to avoid, and they wouldn’t shy from hitting below the belt line here. Thus, sharing would absolutely be out of the question. They would dig up blackmail on the other, throw blocks in the road, drag up unresolved and resolved issues to fight over them all over again.

It would escalate into kidnapping which would then turn into a tug of war as you would be stolen and re-stolen and re-re-stolen. If anything, there would be a high chance that you would die in one of their scuffles. Or just end up hating both of them. Time to move to New Zealand!

The only way everybody would stay alive would be if they would decide to duel for your hand in marriage. A fair share of pride would force them to respect the outcome, especially if a ref would be there to rule out any foul play. And, by the way, your feelings wouldn’t be considered in all of this aside from how they can be used to manipulate you.

#yandere hetalia #x reader #yandere denmark #yandere sweden #yandere

[atom-writings]

Привет! Я здесь впервые. Можно ли запросить какие-нибудь яндере хедканоны для Нидерландов, Швеции и Дании. Заранее спасибо!☆

hetalia netherlands, sweden, and denmark yandere headcanons

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: typical yandere tws, violence, unhealthy relationships

a/n: Привет!!!! Спасибо за быдет здесь ! Я буду писать по-английски, потому что мой русский только разговорный, извини ): hopefully soon i will be better lol

Netherlands

Abel may not be a fatal Yandere, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous.

It's unlikely that you would know him in the first place. Despite his striking appearance, he's never been the kind of person to socialize, much less make friends. You wouldn't remember how you met him, but he would remember how he met you.

You were walking across the street during a busy day, talking to whoever was on your phone. You blended easily into the crowd. The moment was anything but memorable, much less extraordinary. But it was just that for him.

You wouldn't even realize he had been following you until weeks later. You were returning from work when suddenly you felt large hands grabbing you from behind, and then everything went dark.

Your life after that was simple. Wake up in his countryside estate, do the housework, garden, sew, and cook until he returns. The home had to be completely spotless from top to bottom, or you would be punished.

Every single thing that you do from dawn to dusk must be perfect. Even the smallest speck of dusk, the tiniest malfeasance, was justification for him to drag you to the cellar by your hair.

There you would remain, naked and freezing, until he decided you truly understood the mistake you had made. To earn his respect, not only as a partner but as a person, you must be perfect.

Sometimes it's easy to believe that he doesn't love you.  Which is true, to an extent, as he's very forceful in his shaping of you. But... he does love you. Yes, he chose you because of your potential, but he still loves the things that make you...  you. Even if he never acts on that love.

Your relationship will be rather dry. He is not particularly violent, nor is he particularly attracted or affectionate towards you. Abel wants you to be his partner in life before he wants you to be a romantic partner.

Despite his unreasonably high standards for you, he'd be a pretty placid Yandere. He doesn't have a violent temper, and he does care for you genuinely. His ways of showing that are just... horrible.

Sweden

Berwald is a... surprising Yandere, to say the least. He's very hard to predict, and understanding him is a task fit for nobody

You two were friends, neither close nor distant, when he fell in love. There would've been no way for you to know this, of course, considering how he barely acted like he liked you in the first place.

The way you found out was no more comforting. You were awoken in the middle of the night to find a handcuff around your wrist, tying you to your bed frame. And when you looked over, you were met with the daunting and unreadable face of Berwald.

Then, he explained what was going to happen. You were going to marry him, and you two would begin living together. No questions, no consideration of your own feelings, only... a statement. Then, he released you.

You tried to go to the police, only to receive absolutely no help. Seems like he had known you'd do that, and had prepared beforehand accordingly. By the time you returned to your home, your things were already gone and shipped to his home.

But once you accept your fate, Berwald is not very controlling. Yes, he expects you to love him and live with him, but whatever you want to do outside of that is totally fine with him. He's not overly paranoid, and can't seem to get upset with you over anything.

You're a free person, as long as you don't try to break up with him. Then, he may begin locking you in the house more often.

He's not very affectionate, but he loves spending time with you. Your voice is like music to his ears, and he can't get enough of hearing you talk. He loves every single part of you. He loves you so much that sometimes you worry you're the one manipulating him!

But when you bring up that concern, he won't dissuade you. It's better for him to be the victim in your eyes anyway. Maybe then you won't even think of another man, wracked with guilt over your actions... yes, that'd be perfect.

Denmark

Mathias is a deceptive Yandere.

When you two are originally friends, you wonder if he could ever hurt anyone on purpose. But when he drags you kicking and screaming home after your latest escape attempt, you wonder if he could ever truly love anyone.

He's methodical about his Yandere tendencies. He isn't impatient or harsh, he makes you love him before he finally takes you home. By the time you're chained up in one of his spare rooms, he's made sure absolutely nobody would ever wonder where you went.

Your relationship is nothing more than a game to him. Yes, he loves you, but not as a boyfriend should. He loves your desperation, your weakness... there's nothing more fun to him than forcing you into more and more pathetic states.

He loves building you up just to tear you down. Somedays, he wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead and breakfast in bed. Other days, you're woken up by him picking you up out of bed and throwing you to the floor.

Mathias has quite a temper too. It doesn't come out quite often, but when it does, you're the target of all of his pent-up anger.

It's hard to tell if he's aware of his horrible thoughts. Sometimes, he acts like he doesn't realize he's hurting you. But other times, he's clearly torturing you on purpose.

Either way, you'll quickly learn it's better to just not cross him. Even when he's smiling, you never know when that facade could drop. Especially in front of his family, you've learned how to pretend everything's alright.

And if you truly escaped... you have no idea what he would do. That's almost a scarier thought than the reality of staying with Mathias.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #mathias tag #berwald tag #abel tag #aph netherlands x reader #hws netherlands x reader #aph sweden x reader #hws sweden x reader #aph denmark x reader #hws denmark x reader

[flwersgarden]

talk like an angel. × ִ ໋ . 𖠗 ࣪

pairings : yandere!vince everett x female reader.

summary : vince gets lovesick syndrome.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of money as a manipulation tactic, slight harassment, stalking).

author's note : y'all know i had to do it. i love to babygirlfy elvis bad boy characters 🥰

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

vince knows that he is a bad man. he has no self control and he is selfish in order to get what he wants, even if that hurts someone else.

but with you, he is a different person.

he first met you in one of those bars he used to frequent whenever he gets paid, his dollars serving him to stand out for a few minutes, at least. you were having a 'date' there, your face showing how bored you were from whatever savior story the boy was trying to sell you made him smile your way.

“ now what mischief are you planning? ”

he looked at the bartender he grew to know, his smile growing.

“ now, who said i'm doing that? ”

“ everytime you smile is a warning to someone. ” vince laughed, finding the thing ridiculous. “ spill it. ”

he rolled his eyes. “ the girl. ” he pointed with his head where he you sat. “ who is she? ”

the bartender raised his eyebrows, understanding vince's attention. “ i don't know, first time i see her. not that boy though, he is a customer. ”

vince nodded, looking at the both of you again; your face upgrading from boring to disgusted, the boy has to be stupid not to notice your clearly uninterested face.

“ really? would you mind if i interrupt? ” he asked with his eyes still focused in your figure, traveling from your face to your body. damn, were you a candy.

“ nah, the girl is probably planning her death by now. ”

vince nodded while chuckling, standing up and now walking to you.

“ hello. ”

your date stopped talking, looking at vince with a furrowed brow. you, on the other hand, sighed in relief.

“ who are you? ”

“ hey. ” vince ignored your partner's question, his hand on the table as he got closer to you. “ what's your name? ”

“ sweden. ” you responded in an uninterested manner, first the dude your friend recommended for a date draining your patience and now this clown?

vince laughed, holding the weight of his body on the hand that was on the table. “ can i call you sweedy? ”

you scoffed, about to talk back, but your date talked.

“ hey man, do you mind? find someone that is not busy. ” he said, trying to capture vince's attention.

“ nah, it's okay, i need to go. ” you quickly answered, standing up, taking your purse.

“ why? ” both male voices asked, your date clearly sad.

“ i have work. ” you passed through the body of vince, leaving him with the sweet smell of your perfume and the electrifying touch of your hand as you pushed him away.

vince and your date watched you walk away, a few other men watching you go too.

vince needed to see you again.

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but life is shit.

he was now in jail because he defended a woman in a bar. where is the justice in that?!

he almost threw a tantrum to the judge, telling her how he didn't have time to waste because:

“ there is this girl, right? and i- i need to see her. ”

“ yeah, son, at least five thousand different men have told me that. ”

vince just scoffed, well sure other men had a woman but what he had was more important than theirs!

his stay wasn't that bad, he got a kind of friend in his cell but he didn't bump fists with him as vince noticed him to be more self absorbed than anyone he ever met. including himself.

“ man, don't you ever stop talking? ” vince said in his bed, turning to look at his cellmate who was making fun of vince when he talked about you.

“ yeah but it's more fun to get under your skin. ”

vince threw him a pack of cigarettes.

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but life was good.

when he got released, hank was nice enough to recommend a place for vince to start singing so in the moment hank got freedom, they both could be famous.

vince smiled while listening but inside he was laughing. yeahhh, sureee.

he sat on some stool, looking at the girls dancing some number when he saw the figure of a woman sitting next to him.

he engaged a kind of bitter conversation with her for a moment but he suddenly grew quiet.

“ what, no more to say? ” the girl, peggy, mockingly said.

“ oh hell yes. ” he stood up, taking the guitar as an instinct as he walked up to the table that caught his attention.

“ sweden! ” he excitedly said, your head snapping to meet his eyes.

“ ugh. ” you answered.

vince smiled, such a warm welcome of yours.

“ y/n? who is this? ” a man that was sitting next to you asked making vince smile wide.

“ y/n? you lied to me, sweden? ”

you stood up, it was an advantage you were at the end of the table so you could take his hand and drag him a bit far away where your table was.

“ who are you and what do you want? ”

“ vince everett, m'lady, all i want is one of your extravagant kisses. ”

shocked at his bluntness you took a step back, your shiny dress making his eyes shine as well.

“ you are-. ” a voice cut you off.

“ y/n! ” your boyfriend screamed, you smiled as an answer making vince almost drool at the sight although your smile dissappeared the moment you saw him.

“ look, i don't know what kind of woman you think i am but clearly i am not that kind, understood? ”

vince just kept quiet, for the first time in his life. oh, he could hear your voice forever.

you just groaned, walking to your table again.

you were dumb if you think he would leave easy like that.

he walked to the owner, asking him to sing which petition he refused.

“ we already have a band! ” the owner exclaimed with his hands in the air at vince tough figure before walking out.

but you know vince, he doesn't take no for an answer.

“ ladies and gentleman, i want to sing for you but this man doesn't let me so this is also to prove him what he is missing. ”

your attention shifting to him, quite surprised at what he was doing.

vince started singing, you slightly raised your eyebrows clearly surprised at how beautiful his voice sounded. but some other people weren't paying attention which lead vince to hit the guitar against the table of some old man that mocked him, walking out with embarrassment of doing that in front of you.

your family and date were murmuring between them while you smiled. well, he sure knew how to give a spectacle.

you noticed how a girl ran after him making you shrug. good luck to her, you thought for some reason.

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the third time vince saw you, you didn't notice.

he just found out some man stole his record so he was angry, even after showing the same man a piece of his mind, passing through the street with his hands on his pocket.

man, life is shit.

he kicked a small rock out of his way, his mind filled with comforting thoughts that were just you and that smile you showed to that prick. he groaned. now he is more pissed.

as he passed a small street he heard some voices arguing which, as the gossip part of him took hold of, made him stop.

“ you are a fucking-. ”

“ i want you to finish that. ”

vince eyes widened as your melodious voice took a line in the conversation.

“ i won't. because i am a gentleman. ”

“ ha! sure, you are. pay my respect to your folks by telling them that our marriage will never be because their gentleman cheated on me! ”

vince's hand flew to his mouth, hiding his gasp and smile.

a clink! was heard and a few steps approached the end of the street, vince turning to the opposite side and showing his back to you as you got out of the discussion, a few tears in your eyes as you walked in shame to your home.

vince smiled as he saw you leave, turning just in time to find that dumbass. a hand in his chest to stop him from walking away.

“ what-. ”

a punch cut him off, vince sighing as the man stumbled back into the small street before looking around to see if anyone saw them and entering the small street to show that man a piece of his mind when he noticed everyone was mounding their business.

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vince's life went great after that!

peggy helped him to get a solid career, his songs being a hit and his face being in posters around the country.

but the only thing he needed was you.

he worked hard for you.

so why don't you show him some gratitude?

he has been seeing you after your break-up with that prick, you being totally oblivious to the preying eyes behind you, his obsession growing with every day he saw you. he was waiting for the perfect moment, he was sure the moment was going to be granted.

and granted it was.

he threw a party in his house, forgetting all about his fling with peggy, smiling to all the models he found alone.

but at the 5th boring model he was hearing, he saw you.

with a dress that covered your feet, flowing through the crowd, your parents behind you admiring the rich decoration.

“ excuse me. ” he interrupted the girl without even looking at her, walking to you.

a small smile was in your face as your parents greeted him.

what a turn of events.

“ y/n, right? ” vince asked as if he hadn't been stalking- protecting you for the last months.

“ yes. ” you gave him your hand which he kissed with a smile.

“ not that i'm disgusted by this or anything but, how did you knew about this? ”

your mother spoke up. “ oh! our employees are the ones that manage your record label! ” she gladly said, not seeming proud of it, just stating the truth.

“ ohhh, you are the ones that want to but my contract. ” vince laughed, glancing at you which at that you frowned. did you have something in your face?

“ yes! but no pressure, my darling, we are just very interested in your talent. ” your mother said.

vince thought about it. this was the moment.

peggy was the problem though, he founded it with her so she had to agree to it.

“ w-well, i'll think about it. ” your parents nodded their head, saying their goodbyes before walking to the inside of the house. you were about to follow them when vince's hand in your arm stopped you.

“ mr. everett? ”

he raised his eyebrows. “ damn, where is this formality coming of? ”

you shook your head. “ i feel.. ashamed. ”

“ huh? ” he smiled a bit, this situation quite funny for him.

“ i met your girlfriend, peggy. ”

now, he was mad.

“ my what?! ”

you nodded, clearly not noticing the smoke that went out his ears.

“ yes... she told me it was a misunderstanding and i just treated you horribly, forgive me. ”

“ misunderstanding? ” he asked again. what the fuck was going on?

“ i thought you were one of those men that tries to ruin a lady's reputation but, she said you weren't any of the sorts! forgive me, i was focused on the stereotypes and such. god, i feel so embarrassed. ”

vince just closed his eyes, feeling the frustration in his head. life is shit.

“ i hope we can meet each other and find ourselves to be good friends. even business partners if you accept my parents offer. ” you smiled as you were looking at your parents talking to someone, oblivious to vince murderous stance at the moment.

“ yeah. ” he sighed, opening his eyes to smile just like in time as you looked at him. “ we'll see. ”

your smile grew wider. “ thank you, mr. everett. ” you kissed his cheek before leaving to where your parents were. vince touched his cheek.

he needed to talk with peggy.

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“ i'm gonna sell it. ”

peggy just kept quiet, astonished at how cruel vince's voice sounded.

“ okay? ”

she scoffed. “ well, what do you want me to say?! ”

“ that you're okay with it! ”

she stood up, laughing with no humor in it. “ you care what i think about it? ”

he chuckled, getting closer to her. “ no, i just don't want a lawsuit that waste my time. ”

peggy's eyes burned with tears.

“ after what i did-. ”

“ oh yeah! who told you you could talk to her?! ” he pointed at some random part of the house, you were clearly not there but in his mind you were.

“ who? ”

“ y'know who. ” his gaze made peggy tremble, his hands shaking. “ the girl you told to you were my girlfriend. ”

she sighed. “ it was so you didn't had a bad reputation, don't you see?! she is the daughter of important people and you just stalk her?! ”

“ I PROTECT HER! ” he slammed his hand on the bar table beside them. peggy kept quiet, afraid at how the anger of vince was now directed at her. “ and you ruined that. i was waiting for the perfect moment to tell her how i've felt for months now and you ruined it. ”

peggy closed her eyes, tears falling to her cheek. “ i'm sorry. ”

“ you will be. ” his stern voice cracked her heart. “ and i will sell it. i don't want you to be a pain in my ass later. ” he turned around in a way to show her this didn't affect him.

why would it?

he was winning.

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“ we welcome vince everett to our label! ” your father screamed at the camera, cheers heard from various employees and your mother behind you while you clapped, vince hugging your father while he smiled. he then hugged you and your mother.

vince smiled as he caught the same sweet smell of perfume you used whenever you felt the event to be important. were you that happy? oh, don't worry, he was going to take all the time you both wasted back.

“ very happy you decided this, mr. everett. ” you said to him as your parents chatted with some other people in the business.

“ come on, call me vince, that makes me feel old. ”

you chuckled. “ okay, vince. ”

he is about to pass out.

“ ah, boy! ” your father walked to him, engulfing him in another hug. “ you don't know how happy you made this old man. ” your father and vince chuckled. “ remember we are here for you, any music you like to do, we'll help. ”

“ i appreciate it, sir. ” your father nodded, taking vince to meet the staff.

vince turned around in a way of asking you for help, you winking at him before walking out.

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after a few weeks of vince working in your parents label, you two hit it right!

vince was funny, making you and your parents laugh in business meetings at some expensive restaurant.

vince was kind, buying you stuff while you two walked behind your parents.

vince was adorable, hiding his blush whenever you complimented his work and singing.

it was impossible to not fall for him. so after a month of knowing him well, you accepted his offer to a date.

and it was one of your most happy memories with him.

vince knew how to impress you. those months of protection really had its advantages.

“ i still feel terrible remembering how i treated you before. ” you said while cuddling to him in your parents house couch, the chimney brightening the room, after returning from an event. your heels in the floor and his jacket covering the both of you.

vince laughed, shaking his head. “ you could've shot me. ” you punched his chest, pretending to be offended.

“ we should lie about how we met. ”

vince hummed, caressing your hair while his cheek pressed against your head. “ let's say it was love at first sight. ”

“ oh yes! ” you excitedly said.

after a few minutes, you started closing your eyes as the dream invaded your eyelids. “ we should say that to our children. ” you whispered.

you didn't see it but vince's eyes shined at the mention of a family of your own. children running through the garden of your house vince bought.

life is good.

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[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Being stuck in a relationship with 2p Sweden and 2p England would consist of being gaslighted 24/7

I would say definitely if they were in yandere mood.

England would without a doubt use his magic to make reality match whatever he decided. If you two are wed, then you best believe everyone has been placed under a curse to not only see you two as such but also think that England is the one to suffer whenever you act out. Any costs from this Oliver can manage, it's not too hard when he's been practicing magic for centuries.

Sweden on the other hand uses the isolated environment to gaslight you. Convincing you to agree with him that something like a lamp has two lightbulbs and not the actual one that it does hold. It's a way of ensuring your obedience.

If it was a healthy relationship, I don't think there would be gaslighting, or at least intentionally.

England would probably introduce you to magic, and let you see your family occasionally. Though he would still be possessive and enjoy taking up most of your time. He wouldn't have to trick you into loving him, you already had given him your heart. As long as it's in one piece you don't have anything to fear.

Bernard's possessiveness and centuries of competing to live would mean that he, similar to Oliver, needs a lot of your attention. That quality time shows him that your heart is his. And he doesn't intend to let it break. Though, put his cautious mind at ease he'll take his time to convince you to move to a tiny, Swedish town. If you don't want to come to his home, then he'll try to find a tiny town near you. Then he'll convince you to move there.

So, I guess it just depends...

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[headingalaxys-spicy]

yandere norway headcanons pls (maybe some nsfw teehee)

Forgive me but I can’t think of N$F W headcannons right now for him. His personality airs on the side of asexual and not really the type to be into situations. But what’s do I know it’s just the ramblings of a woman who’s lost her mind probably.

Anyways hope you like this post!

He’s one of the most difficult to read Yandere, similar to that of Sweden, Iceland, and Japan.

When he does have a darling that he takes an interest in he will not approach you at all.

In fact by the time you do meet him it’s at least a year before he will introduce himself to you. He takes his sweet time in trying to figure out your personality through parasocial interaction, information that his magical friends bring him, and through subtle gestures that you get the hint and follow his lead. He’s not a particularly dangerous Yandere, somewhat forceful but not to the degree where it trips red flags like England would, as a fellow magical yandere.

Dude will go through all of your socials and read the backlogs. He will be entertained by the more than a decade old post that you wrote and about how you hate HS. He will build a perfect picture in his head of how you actually are in reality and anticipates the changes that have occurred in your life that have led you to be the human that you are now. Perfect in his eyes, and feels that you waste too much time in (home country). Where the standards of living are pathetic compared to the happiness that his people have.

He will occasionally join a stream you have going, IG live, Tiktok live etc Just to hear your voice so that when he goes to sleep at night he has something that can ease his mind and add to his imagination. The sight and sound of you flood his mind like great tides flowing in from the Northern Sea. He can sleep soundly.

His magical friends from the other side will aid him by pilfering things that you 9 times out of 10 won’t realize are missing. Things like a lip-gloss, sticky-notes that you used for meetings over zoom, that water bottle you thought you left on the bus.

He watches you like a tv show of sorts from his magical room. It’s nice for him to be able to gaze at your beauty from afar without having to exert himself.

Eventually the numerous sea of strings will overwhelm his soul and he will eventually want to be much closer to you than to have just the vision of you. Which at least as far as Yandere’s go is not nearly as bad as what England might do.

Norway is going to want to meet you in a fantasy he created and keep you there. He was able to look into your past memories using his magic to learn more about you and what makes you comfortable, what are your deepest dreams, etc.

“What makes you happy?”

Late one night. You brought your tired eyelids to a close. You had just survived a long tumultuous day . You didn’t want to think about anything. You didn’t want to think about anyone. You just wanted to sleep. When your eyelids closed for the last time you were brought to a new reality, one of which were it felt as though it were real.

“Oh (insert greeting that is most common for your nationality but for more friendly terms) Y/N how are you? Ready to bake (favorite dessert) and watch the ocean cam? I heard that tonight is supposed to be particularly exciting because of the storms raging on tonight.”

“Oh yeah! I’ve been in a haze of sorts. Hahah.” Not fully aware of your body but you wanted to at least try to regain some control. Everything felt fine even though you felt a little lightheaded but nothing too intense to hinder your basic functionality. All will be fine in this sweet daydream since Norway is great at keeping his close family entertained.

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