Can you do Yandere Qin Shi Huang and Beelzebub with a female S/O who act like Kanao from Demon Slayer.Imagine them finding out her past.
Ah! Beelzebub, hey? He’s brand new here so absolutely love your brain, babes! Yo, also can’t go wrong with Qin. Thank you all for being… somewhat patient with me and my bullshit, hope you enjoy this!
Qin Shi Huang
The last person one would suspect the Emperor of China to gain a fascination over is you, the daughter of the head Goddess of Nature, Demeter. A quiet calm almost emotionless young woman, whose merely serves her mother loyally… but here you are, being given a bouquet of devilwood and peach blossoms by the King himself
Qin Shi Huang isn’t very use to romance, he’s always had, at least, a handful of concubines. Never really a wife… or better, a wife he actually enjoyed but he is definitely considering marrying you. Even if you’re a Greek Goddess, not a issue to him at all
Qin Shi Huang honestly really likes how quiet and caring yet resourceful and reliable you are. It’s comforting to have a lover listen more than talk. Sure, you struggle to express much emotion but he can read your eyes and tell what you’re thinking or that you mean your actions
Whilst the Emperor knows you do care for him, since he earned your love through raw concern and kindness, he did have to fight a bit more to get you to trust him. It’s not that you didn’t… it was just to feel comfortable enough to be open about your past
“Ah. There you are, my lady!”
Qin Shi Huang affectionately coos out, as typical of this blunt King of a lavish empire. He did not bother to simply knock on your Valhalla Temple’s bedroom door, he busted down the walls as if said material was no more than paper. Most would be annoyed, you merely quietly smiled with delight at his enthusiasm and might, that nothing can truly oppose him. He pretty much flops all over you lovingly, arms wrapping around and nuzzling your neck
Inhaling the beautiful scent of a glorious flowerbed, his eyes flutter close from beneath his centipede decored blindfold, hands tracing in a delicate yet soothing manner. Up and down, it causes any stress you may feel deep in your core melts away to melt into the arms of this truly soft toughie
Listening to him silently when he begins detailing all his ‘lavish adventures’ and recalling every drop as if he was writing a script for a long feature film. Something you don’t mind at all, neither does Qin. As he truly lives to have somebody to talk to as simply Qin, not as the mighty first Emperor of China, and the fact you have such interest in the concepts you may not understand makes his heart flip
Oh. How silly he is, at least. He makes your life more entertaining and he makes you feel the emotions you struggled to and he hits your heart in an intimate deep manner no other ever has. So, you’re delighted to sit here like a child being told a story by her parents. Qin makes his stories very interesting
All whilst he gently brushes and grooms your hair, putting back in any flowers that shift out
“Are you ready? Yes? Good! Hope you’re comfortable, Qīn'àide! We have so much to talk about!”
Beelzebub
On the other hand with the God of Flies. Beelzebub isolated himself from everybody, especially possible romance like another woman’s poisonous for him to merely acknowledge, as he could never get over his first love, Lilith. Yet, whilst he didn’t. He never forgot or abandoned Lilith, she will forever be in his heart yet he ended up being weaved into the beautiful floral web of a magnificent yet silent Goddess of Nature, you! By pure accident
And he tried very hard to avoid you, he doesn’t trust himself nor does he even want to exist anymore, he doesn’t need to trail that Devil with any more breadcrumbs it can possibly use against him, so he pretends you are not even in the same universe as him
However, he’s so drawn to you unnaturally that he ends up coming right back to you. You’re quiet, you’re compassionate yet you sadly struggle with your emotions and with having a real identity that he can’t help but feel a close kinship to your situation, which oddly mirrors his own in a less severe way. Beelzebub knows he’d regret it but he does get to know you
Beelzebub can very much tell that your feelings and what you mean, and how you more express yourself in a silent delicate simple way that isn’t so out there, and he can’t help but bounce off his own issues to yours, a piece that helped make him like you more. He surprisingly enjoys being heard
Upon the end of the rather intense vicious round of the young God, Buddha and the unholy demon king Hajun, you quietly sought out the one quiet unwell God you knew had a connection within the absolute disaster this entire situation fell into, looking around with beautiful grass green eyes. Your delicate hands trace on the open doorframe of a familiar lounging space, the raging glowing fire crackling as your beloved Beelzebub calmly tossing paper sheet to paper sheet into the flames, burning away all evidence of his research
You silently step through, curious and wondering what this wild man ever had in mind researching Hajun like this, knowing Beelzebub can sense you since his head tilts slightly. Hand carelessly gripping more of the papers he shifts out from a specific black file. His dull dark eyes light up maybe a little bit, since whilst he wants you to avoid him. He can’t keep you away, just like with Lilith. He returns back to his disposing efforts, giving you wordless permission to come closer
“Did… you do that?”
Your simple vocabulary is enough for Beelzebub, he prefers it this way. A gentle dainty voice that gets straight to the point, his attention split inbetween deleting all his work and acknowledging your presence by his side. He should ignore you… but he can’t, and he can’t bring himself to hurt you, since he knows he has done so much to help you. Despite his suicidal tendencies, you give him a small spark of hope
You’re so beautiful that he almost can’t bear to look at you, as vibrant as freshly bloomed Spring, as lively as the shining sun. You truly fit being the daughter of Demeter, you’re the definition of nature’s luxury. He eventually slips his fingers off the file in his lap to finally look up at you, admitting openly. Knowing you know why he managed to revive Hajun and suspecting you’re unhappy with him
“I suppose it was a bit too obvious, yes?”
