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Yandere Mother Miranda headcanons

Tw: Actions of murder, blood, actions of mutilation, actions of drugging, actions of kidnapping, possessive/obsessive behavior, yandere.

Yandere type: Controlling, possessive, blood shedder, stalker.

Her little feather.

You fell into her clutches as soon as you entered that village.

You were so oblivious to her as she watched you wander around, nearly killed by multiple lycans.

Silly little feather, you were lucky she was there.

Blood sprayed as she killed those horrid creatures, you barely had any time to process what happened.

Not even the next second, she was gone. Just a flock of birds left behind.

As you continued wandering the village, you always felt eyes on you.

Or a single crow watching you.

It was quite odd that you hadn't encountered any lycans, since the priestess.

Or any alive ones at least, you always found beheaded ones. Laying in the snow, the snow stained crimson.

Was this a threat? Or a message?

You didn't get to finish your thoughts as a cloth covered your mouth, a sweet scent filling your nose.

It took only a few minutes of struggling before you blacked out.

You'd wake in a cell of some sort, a pillow sat under your head.

You'd groggily get up, standing in front of the bars. Only to be met with Mother Miranda herself, a faint smile on her lips.

She was in control now, there was no room for protest anymore. You were her little feather, never to be spoken to, or even looked at by anyone other then her.

~Her pretty little feather~

~"You're finally mine little feather, mine. You will not argue, is that clear?"~

(Headcanons were a little longer, and had a slightly different writing style this time. Hope you all still like it.)

Jealously (Yandere Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader)

Requested by: @milkkyshakeez (Sorry for the wait on this.)

Tw: Mentions of marking, mentions of harm/murder, actions of murder, sadism (not towards the reader), possessive/obsessive behavior, clingy behavior, yandere.

She couldn't help but need your attention every second of the day, every single second. It only should of been on her anyway, those lowly maids didn't even deserve it. They were nothing but dirt under her shoes, a nuisance. The only reason she kept them around was the fact that she needed her daily blood supply, as well as keeping the castle spotless.

The lady would do anything as long as it meant you were satisfied, as long as you were pleased. She would buy, hurt, even shed blood. And more, she really meant anything. Any. Thing.

Alcina had been in a foul mood lately, more then she usually was. 'A foul mood', was an understatement. She was loathing with hate, filled with fury and jealousy. One of her maids, Maria, had been growing a little too close with you. Who did that stupid and pathetic maid think she was?

She'd made it extremely clear to those maids that you were hers, and only her little mouse. She left marks on you, bites on your neck, and everything of the type. But clearly, it wasn't enough. It infuriated Alcina that this nothing but lowly scum of a maid could think that'd she'd get anywhere with you. And it was clear Maria wanted more then just friendship. Oh it was very clear to dear Alcina, she definitely wasn't stupid.

The little brushes of each others hands, the compliments, it was sickening to the lady. Something had to be done, she couldn't let this go on any further. Oh no no. She was going to teach Maria a lesson, a painful one. One that made sure this little maid would never talk to you again.

The lady was thinking of doing it herself at first, but now that she thought of it. Why not get her daughters to do it? She hadn't treated them in a while, and she knew her daughters held no mercy when it came to the harming of others. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

The crackling of the fire would sound in the room, as well as an occasional sip from Alcina. Drinking her wine as per usual, sitting in her white and golden rimmed armchair. The strong scent of her perfume would linger in the air, and the faint smell of blood that was in her wine. Her golden gaze would linger on you as you slept, your sleeping form was beautiful to her. You were perfection in every shape, way, and form.

A quiet sigh left her as she placed her wine glass down on a small table beside her. But her crimson lips would curve into a faint smirk, one filled with malicious intent as she thought of the slaughtering of the maid that was bound to happen soon. That maid was finally going to be put in her place. This could of been avoided, but no. That would of just been too simple to happen.

That's when a sudden but faint crying echoed from the halls, as well as pleading. Well speak of the devil. The lady would continue listening, the sadistic laughs of her daughters joining in with the maids sobbing and begging. But the begging would fall on deaf ears, only to be cut off with a loud ear piercing scream. Then it would go silent.

Alcina would be drowning in the enjoyment of the maid's demise, a little chuckle falling from her lips. A slightly deep and sadistic one. She'd suddenly shift back to her neutral expression, her eyes drifting back to your curled up form on her bed. It was a wonder how you hadn't woken up yet, then again, you were a heavy sleeper. How useful.

How adorable~

Yandere Karl Heisenberg headcanons

Tw: Mentions of killing, slight profanity, forced affection, marking, possessive/obsessive behavior, yandere.

Yandere type: Possessive, overprotective, moody, lenient.

He calls you his little rabbit

A rabbit he has to protect from the dangers of the outside world.

Like hell he'd allow you into harms way, that just isn't happening.

He'd have no problem killing anyone or anything who he thinks is a 'inconvenience' towards him and you.

He has his days where he can be nice, and then where he can be irritable.

It honestly depends on what happens that day, and whether he's dealt with Miranda, or had yet another argument with Lady supersized bitch.

He wouldn't be the strictest yandere, he'd allow you to have your freedom around his factory. He'd make sure none of his 'creations' would hurt you in the process.

Weirdly enough his punishment is most likely gonna be forced affection, he like's seeing you angry as well as defiant.

He has his own ways of showing affection, (if he feels like showing it).

Like making something for you, or letting you sit on his lap if you felt like it.

His way of marking you, or showing others that you're owned would be some type of jewelry he made. Or just a big purple hickey on the most visible side of your neck.

This man has no shame, and never will.

~You're like a trophy to him, that'd he never let go of.~

~"I'll always make sure everyone knows you're mine, little rabbit."~