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[maliciouscottonball]

Liver

Platonic Yandere! I. Rex x GN! Handler! Reader

Wordcount: 4568

AN: I’m obsessed with dinosaurs right now. My dog is sick of me watching the same six movies over and over. I put him in a dinosaur costume. He likes it because he loves attention. The hyperfixation is hitting hard. Thank you again to @luckyfools for beta reading for me!!! The behavior of the I. rex is based on the movie, the Lego version, a few books I’ve been referencing for an upcoming fic, and crazy smart animals I’ve met and seen online.

TW: Yandere behaviors, somewhat realism, mentions of the horrors of the dinosaur creation industry, fighting, violence, death of humans and animals, nutrition stuff in a medical context, gore, more sad times, being at the dentist, the author’s immense dislike of Owen Grady

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You remember holding the two hybrid hatchlings for the first time. You were incredibly excited. You had been brought in by InGen as a handler in the latest expansion to the raptor training research program after you had published your research on best practices for training corvids to do tasks and comply with medical care. It was your first real job out of college and it was the opportunity of a lifetime. You cradled both of the chirping babies with one in each arm. They had snuggled up to you immediately, having already imprinted onto you. You knew that you were going to take the best possible care of them.

The Indominus rex hatchlings were intimidating, even when they were smaller than puppies. At three days old, they had both established territories in their tiny enclosure. It was the size of a large horse stable and you were a bit jealous that the other raptor trainer had more space for his animals. You understood that whatever his name was, something Grady, you think, had four hatchlings instead of two but it was still irritating considering how quickly yours grew. You had read his file and the files of his animals but you weren’t allowed to talk to him about your animals. You didn’t question it. He had his job and you had yours.

You remember sitting in the hybrid enclosure and watching them play fight at the invisible line dividing the enclosure in half. It was very endearing and an excellent way for them to learn boundaries. You were making sure that neither of them were injured when they both froze. You furrowed your eyebrows as you followed their gaze to a rat that had climbed into their pen. Your eyes widened. The rats were an invasive species to Isla Nublar and were known for carrying diseases. Suddenly, the rat darted towards you.

You screamed. 

It’s one thing to gently pat a friend’s pet domesticated rats that would do tricks for sunflower seeds. It was quite another to have a wild one sprinting at you full tilt with the likelihood of catching a disease dangerously high. You scurried back in the mulch, trying and failing to get up as your back hit the wall. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared to be bitten when there was a loud shriek from the rat and then a sickening crunch. 

You slowly opened your eyes to the larger and more assertive of the two hybrids ripping into the now dead rat. She looked up at you with a blood covered muzzle and a sparkle of what you understood to be pride in her eyes. You watched with mild horror as she tore the innards of the rat out of its ribcage and carefully picked up the liver. She smugly walked towards you with the liver in her mouth and dropped it at your feet. She began letting out a rumble that was surprisingly similar to a purr and affectionately started to rub up against you, smearing the blood onto your cargo pants. You gently petted her tiny head and body as you looked at the bloody liver. The liver was always her favorite part of any meal and she had brought it to you. She gently licked your hands and then playfully licked your face as if she was comforting you. It was a wild report that you wrote that day.

Over the course of a few months, both of the rexes had grown to the size of a great dane. The first hatchling, the one that had imprinted on you first, had remained larger than her sister. She had also become significantly more territorial, especially when it came to you. She was more than happy to scare the daylights out of any of your coworkers or bosses that she saw interacting with you, especially if they acted in a way that she deemed as aggressive. You remember the time when she waited for one of your bosses to get close to the bars of the door of the enclosure before reaching out and grabbing him with one of her forepaws. She had roared so loudly into his left ear that he had a partial loss of hearing and scratches from her claws all over the left side of his body. You remembered how he screamed at you earlier that day for filing reports into the wrong folder. It was in front of the enclosure. It was impossible for your animals not to hear him.

After that incident, both I. rexes were put into a larger, more secure enclosure and you weren’t allowed to be yelled at within a mile of the containment facility. It was literally written into the safety codes. Things at work were a lot more peaceful for a while after that. You did your training activities with your animals and enjoyed the peace. The elder sister became even more affectionate and snuggled you while you were working on your reports. It was a nice way to keep the animals used to humans and get your more tedious work done. You still paid plenty of attention to the younger sister but it was difficult when the elder one was constantly begging for attention and physically pushing the younger one out of the way.

Your bosses didn’t like it when the rexes were aggressive towards each other but there wasn’t much that you could do. They were in a tiny enclosure for animals their size and they were extra hormonal and cranky as they progressed through their adolescence. The two animals were constantly competing for attention and affection, even as hatchlings, and it was unlikely to change unless they both had more space. The two hybrids still occasionally fought but not nearly as often as when they were younger. There were mostly just aggressive vocalizations. They had established a pecking order and they didn’t seem to feel the need for injuring each other further than a few light claw and bite marks.

You continued on with your schedule of daily feedings and training sessions. All of your requests for a larger enclosure for your animals were denied so training was the only thing that you could do to keep their minds occupied. They kept getting bigger and you were very proud of the dinosaurs that you had raised. They were practically your babies, despite them both being slightly smaller than a T. rex at only a year and a half old. You had to make sure that their diet was strictly maintained so that they could get enough nutrition and calories to continue growing properly. You had taken to giving them whole animals like cows and deer after pumping their stomachs full of a nutrient solution to mimic life in the wild a bit. You had come up with the idea after seeing how snakes were fed mice given a similar treatment. It truly helped to bulk up your two charges.

You were in the middle of a training session with the sisters when you were going through standard medical evaluation training. You were in the middle of checking the smaller animal’s mouth for any abnormalities when her massive jaws snapped shut only inches away from your fingers. She knew that the behavior that she was trained to do was to keep her mouth open while you poked at her gums to simulate an actual exam. You were stunned. This was the first time that she had ever disobeyed you outside of a playful context and it was terrifying.

Faster than you could blink, the elder sister charged the younger sister. She clamped her jaws around the other rex’s neck and threw her away from you. The smaller hybrid twisted and managed to slip away before roaring at the larger animal. The larger animal moved to block you with her body and roared back. You were panicking. You had never experienced anything like this. You were trained to work with crows and ravens, not giant dinosaur hybrids. You looked around the enclosure frantically as the two charged one another and began to fight again. 

You could clearly see the door but it was on the opposite side of the enclosure, right behind the smaller dinosaur. You backed up against the wall and just watched the two fight. You weren’t stupid. You knew that you had to stay behind the larger hybrid if you were to stay alive and unharmed and you just prayed that the larger one won. She had successfully protected you from threats, both real and not, when she was younger and you were really hoping that this time wouldn’t be any different. After a few minutes of them fighting, the smaller hybrid gave up. She grumbled as she walked away from her sister and her sister just watched her. 

You relaxed as you watched them and figured that you’d just have to do a few months of training behind a barrier to rebuild trust with the younger hybrid. It would be a pain but it would likely turn out okay. You sighed and slumped against the wall. You watched as the elder sister looked back at you and smiled at her. She was a good dinosaur. You were surprised when she turned away from you and back towards her sister. Your eyes widened in horror as she charged towards the other dinosaur again and clamped her jaws onto the other animal’s neck. You watched in terror as her jaws crunched down. It was much, much louder than when she killed the rat.

You could see the light leaving the other dinosaur’s eyes. You had raised her and loved her for her entire life and she had just been killed by an animal that you had done the exact same for. You could see the twitches in the dead beast���s muscles as her sister dropped her and began tearing her body cavity open, just like she had when she killed the rat. She dug around in the organs as tears began to stream down your face. Just like she had done more than a year ago, she lifted up the liver in her jaws and walked towards you pridefully. 

She dropped the massive organ at your feet and tilted her head as she looked down at you. She rumbled softly as she gently nudged your leg with her muzzle, unintentionally smearing her sister’s blood on your cargo pants. She gently licked your shaking hands and then your face. She was behaving similarly to how she did when you were anxious before meetings or when you would get startled by her or her sister moving too quickly. She gently nuzzled the tip of her snout into your stomach, being as incredibly gentle as she always was when she tried to touch you.

You cried harder as you began petting her muzzle with trembling hands. You were deeply upset but you weren’t as afraid as you probably should be. She had protected you and even though her appearance was absolutely terrifying, her body language was calm, friendly, and open. She wasn’t a threat. She had never been a threat to you. Once you had stopped crying, she moved away from you and began to eat the corpse of her now dead sister. It was almost a peaceful scene, if you ignored the identity of her meal. 

You slowly got up and began making your way around the perimeter of the enclosure to get to  the door. The remaining I. rex looked up at you and gave a call that you recognize as one of acknowledgement. You looked back at her and mimicked the call like you did when she was a hatchling. She seemed pleased and simply went back to eating. Once you got through the human sized door, you were immediately whisked away by worried medics. You were sat down in a chair and examined for injuries. 

You looked around and tried to find a friendly face until your eyes met those of your boss. Not exactly a friendly face but you were frazzled and a little desperate for answers and someone to talk to about what happened.

“Did you see that…? She protected me from her own sister…! It’s a breakthrough…! She could have similar instincts to one of the species of eagle where the larger sibling kills the smaller one to have more attention from their parents. Can you check with the lab to see if there’s any eagle DNA in her genome?” You said softly to her.

“You need to sit down and let the doctors look at you. We can consult with the lab once we’ve made sure that you’re not injured. You need to be quiet so they can check your lungs.” She stated sternly.

You shut up after that. You were covered in dinosaur blood, you had just seen an animal you raised slaughtered, and you certainly wanted to stay employed so you could keep your health insurance and startle a company issued therapist with a retelling of your day. You took a week off once the doctors had cleared you as a mental health break. You divided your time between therapy, sorbet eating sessions, movie watching, video game playing, coloring in a coloring book from one of the many gift shops, and wondering what would happen when you finally got back to work. It was all very relaxing, minus the part where you dreaded going back to work.

When you finally clocked in for work the following Monday, you were pleasantly surprised by how the Indominus greeted you. You took the stairs down to the entrance to the enclosure and heard an ominous whooshing noise at the door. You stared at it for a second and then shrugged. You swiped your key card and then opened the door to see the nostril of the I. rex at eye level. You could feel her warm and legitimately terrible smelling breath as she smelled you and then she moved. This time, it was her eye staring at you. You stared back at her and realized that it was going to be a much longer day than you originally thought.

“Hey girl. Did you miss me?” You said quietly to her.

She grumbled at you and seemed happy to see you. You gently patted her scales and then motioned for her to move. That day, you didn’t do any training with her. She seemed anxious and just wanted affection. You ended up sitting there as she rolled on the ground near you and then licked you on loop for a solid hour. She seemed worried about you and kept looking at you to reassure herself that you were still there.

After feeding her, you laid down in the shade with her and gently petted her as she dozed. You climbed up onto her back and started gently picking the dirt off of the base of one of the spine structures on her back as she contentedly rested. You weren't sure why the lab had given her spines. It looked cool, sure, but you remember putting cold compresses on her and her sister's backs when they had them coming in as juveniles and hatchlings. It was like they were teething but on half of their little bodies. They had whined and yowled so pitifully that you had to keep them on pain medication for months.

You let your mind wander as you kept gently grooming the massive animal. You knew that she enjoyed it. She couldn't reach most of the spots on her back, especially with the spines, and it was up to you as her handler to make sure that she was clean. You thought a bit more about the lab. While you were grateful that you got to raise and care for the I. rex hatchlings, you couldn't understand why the lab made the hybridization decisions that they made.

It was just plain odd. Her teeth were constantly aching and her gums were always swollen. It was the main reason that you did the mouth check training in the first place. She would lose her teeth and they would regrow like a crocodile or an alligator’s teeth, which was both useful for preventing permanent tooth loss and concerning for her health. It meant that she was constantly teething. You had gotten her dog toys as a hatchling and then had to upgrade to the massive tractor tires that she uses now. You made sure to put them in a giant walk-in freezer whenever you had the chance but even then, she still had mouth pain.

She has grown exceptionally quickly and while it was fascinating to see, you knew that she had aches and pains everywhere. She was already bigger than expected while not even fully grown yet. Her enclosure was too small for her and you never quite got how your boss expected two massive and aggressive dinosaurs to get along in the equivalent of half a shoebox apartment. It was inevitable that one would get mauled. She would lean up against the sun warmed sides of her enclosure to have a heat source to soothe her growth pains and her sister would do the same when she was alive. They would often fight over the best spots, all for the sake of not being in as much pain.

You also didn't get why they made her so smart. Whatever they had sprinkled into her genome made her smarter than most of your coworkers, which is an absolutely terrifying prospect considering that they can vote. When she was younger, she would take your key card so that you couldn't leave and would spend more time with her. Nowadays, she has simply learned the behaviors that you thought were cutest and funniest and displayed them whenever she wanted attention. 

She had learned to wag her tail like a dog and started producing short roars that were similar to what you'd imagine a hellhound or even Cerberus barking would sound like after you watched funny dog videos while in her pen. She would scare the guard in charge of watching her whenever you were in the console room of her enclosure with him. She would lick you and try to groom you when you were sad or dirty. She would curl up around you to shield you from any prying eyes on the rare occasion that you fell asleep in her enclosure. She would listen to every single one of your commands and obey as quickly as possible. She would even try to respond appropriately with vocalizations when you spoke to her, even when she didn't know what all of the words you were saying meant. She just wanted you to be happy with her. She liked it when you laughed and smiled. 

Suddenly, the radio on your hip crackled to life and startled you and your charge out of the peaceful moment that you were sharing. You almost fell off of the Indominus’s back with how loud it was. She didn't seem happy about being interrupted and she seemed even less pleased that you were startled by it.

“Hey, are you okay in there? The boss says we have to do regular check-ins to make sure that you're alive and out of danger.” The man's voice said.

It was Dave, the guard in the console room. 

Before you had a chance to comprehend what was happening, the massive dinosaur had moved her forepaw and carefully pressed the talk button on your radio with a singular massive claw. She let out a vicious warning growl as she stared up at the observation window. You stared at her for a second and just blinked a few times as she released the button and settled back in. Talk about a grumpy animal.

You shrugged it off. She didn't chew on or break the radio so you really didn't care in the end. You had to learn how to be flexible and choose your battles in this job. You reached down to your radio and were about to somewhat playfully respond to the man as you settled back in as well but once again, you were cut off.

“Did your dinosaur just sass me?” He said bluntly.

“Yeah. She gets grumpy sometimes and likes to talk. Sorry.” You replied slightly sheepishly.

You couldn’t really say much else. What else could you say? Sorry, her temper is bad enough that she killed her sister for scaring me? That’s almost as crazy as the dinosaur hybrid that you were sitting on and using as a fidget toy. You just went back to picking at the dirt on her spines. It was better for you to just keep your head down at work. You may have been perfectly protected inside the enclosure but you still needed to maintain good relationships with your coworkers. Workplace politics were a nightmare and you wanted to keep the headache to a minimum.

As the days went on, you and the I. rex got back into a routine. Snuggles, training, snuggles, feeding, training, lunch break, snuggles, training, snuggles, go home, repeat. The remaining hybrid seemed to luxuriate in the fact that she was the only one getting your attention. She managed to look even more pleased than usual when you praised her for good behavior and rubbed up against you softly when it was time to snuggle. You always smelled like her whenever you left her enclosure. She made sure of it, much to your chagrin. The good news was that since you stank of animal musk and blood from her food, your coworkers avoided you. It was great after an exhausting day of training a fairly mentally unstable dinosaur.

You were at the island’s dentist for a regular checkup when you received the news of the I. rex’s escape. You had taken a half day and done all of the necessary care for your charge that morning. You had just finished spitting out the fluoride rinse when you received a text from the handler alert system. You rushed to the paddock in your company issued car and then wandered through the trashed parking lot with a stunned expression. You saw the other trainer, who you now remember was named Owen, and hurried over to him. You were met with significantly more hostility than you expected when he turned to greet you.

“How did your animal manage to be so poorly trained that she would unnecessarily attack and then escape?” He demanded.

What? This was so not your fault. You had done your due diligence and he and your boss’s boss had been the ones to barge in and get people killed with their carelessness.

“Hey, that’s not fair! No one notified me that they were going into her pen! I use the maintenance door like a normal person. It isn’t an issue when you follow proper handling protocol. Besides, you wouldn’t want strangers going into the raptor pen, would you? You can’t even go in there safely. At least I’m able to physically handle my charge.” You said a little more aggressively than intended.

“Yeah? Well at least I can keep all of mine alive.” He barked.

You didn’t even realize that you had decked him until you felt your fist connect with his jaw. You were livid. He had some nerve to talk to you about the second I. rex when he didn’t even know how to do clicker training correctly. It was no wonder that his training program was slow and ineffective. His animals were confused by the lack of consistency and it damaged their trust with him.

“That was a low blow and you know it. I need to get my rex and bring her back. Stay out of my way. You already screwed up enough.” You spat.

You stormed off to get your training equipment from your locker and quickly got changed into your trainer uniform. You didn’t need a stupid looking vest like Owen to be a professional. You actually knew what you were doing. Once you were properly geared up, you walked to the spot where she had disappeared into the trees. You rolled your eyes when you saw Owen and your boss’s boss talking. You knew that they found each other attractive and you had heard through the grapevine that they had gone on a date months ago. She could do way better than him. You made a mental note to find a kind way to tell her that she needs more self respect if she wants to meet someone that will treat her properly and respect her as a human being.

You turned your mind to the task at hand and began following the footprints that the I. rex had left behind. You walked and walked until you saw a broken gyrosphere and a dead ankylosaurus. You grimaced. It reminded you of the scene left behind after the incident with her sister. You weren’t entirely sure if she had eaten the people in the ride but you tried not to dwell on it. You had a job to do, after all.

You continued following her tracks into the large herbivore enclosure where you found her slaughtering the last apatosaurus in the area. You gasped at the bloody scene. She was surrounded by dead and dying herbivores and covered in their blood. She must have heard you. She looked up at you and seemed incredibly pleased with herself. She had the expression of a puppy that had proudly gotten into trouble. She turned back to the apatosaurus and quickly slashed her open. You were already familiar with the routine but that didn’t make it any more comforting when she carried over the largest liver that you had ever laid eyes on. She carefully laid the liver down at your feet before nuzzling your stomach with the tip of her snout. She began happily rumbling like she always would when she brought you what she felt was a tasty treat.

You gently began petting her scales. What else could you do? Despite the fact that she was covered in blood and had escaped, she was being very cute. You sighed and just watched her happy expression as you petted her. You loved your charge to pieces, regardless of what she did. She’s an animal and using human morality to judge her isn’t fair. You know that she’s smart but she isn’t human. You just kept petting her before deciding to speak to her.

“There’s my big sweetie. You made me so worried! We need to get you home. I need you to be good and follow me, alright? You know what to do. You’re a good dinosaur.” You cooed at her.

You carefully pulled out the target that you had trained her to follow and made sure to catch her attention with it. You began walking in the direction of her enclosure and relaxed a bit when you heard her following you. You were about three miles away from the pen and you weren’t sure how well it would hold her. You felt her nuzzle against your side as you both walked and you gently patted her nose. You reached for your radio and called in.

“We’re on our way back. Have the doors reinforced and open for us. We’ll be there in an hour or so.”

[maliciouscottonball]

Free From The Lab

Platonic Yandere! D. Rex x GN! Intern! Reader

Wordcount: 2387

AN: I’m back, friends. I fear I lost the plot for a bit but I’m back on a roll again now. This one is a bit of a pivot from the fandoms that I usually write for but I couldn’t stop thinking about it after watching the movie. I love the dinosaurs in the Jurassic franchise and I really wanted to illustrate that they’re victims of the parks. The enclosures and lack of enrichment drive me absolutely nuts in each and every movie. Many thanks to @luckyfools for beta reading for me!!! I messaged them a whole bunch about the D. rex and how I cried over her and the other dinos.

TW: Yandere behaviors, kidnapping (if you squint? Idk. She’s a dinosaur), somewhat realism, mentions of the horrors of the dinosaur creation industry, violence, death of humans and young dinos, animal abuse, real sad stuff, reader being super mega sick

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You were just an intern. You didn’t do anything in terms of actually creating the dinosaurs and hybrids but you had the job of caring for the animals and maintaining their enclosures. You didn’t mind at first. You got to do enrichment activities for the baby dinosaurs, which mostly meant that you were on play and cuddle duty. The research scientists, your bosses, didn’t have time for that sort of thing. They couldn’t afford to get attached to their creations, which is why they sent you to do it instead. No one cared how attached an intern gets to a dinosaur that failed to survive.

It was why you worked so hard to take good care of all of the dinosaurs that you were assigned. You had gotten the job because of your passion for animals and you weren’t about to stop caring about them after being heartbroken a few times. After being there for a few months, you understood that many of them would pass very young. You gently cradled the small body of your newest charge. She was ugly. Very ugly. Even you, who defended the most visually unappealing dinosaur, would admit it. She was so pitiful though that you just held her through most of your work day. You weren’t an expert in any type of animal physiology but it was obvious even to you that the latest hybrid had some issues. 

Distortus rex was a good name for the new species. With six legs, a worryingly hunched back, and an oddly enlarged forehead, she was definitely distorted. You didn’t know why your bosses kept insisting on the hybridization of a T. rex, a few Titanosaur species, and whatever else they chucked into the poor thing’s genome. You found out through whispers in the break room that the little thing in your arms was the twenty sixth iteration. All of the others had either died as a fetus or before adolescence. You had a hard time sleeping at night after hearing that.

The small animal clung to your pointer finger with her two foremost paws as you held her in one arm. It was hard to believe that the little thing was supposed to become twice the size of a T. rex once she was fully grown. You were sitting in a well padded swivel chair after giving it the liquid pain medication that one of the vets on the team prescribed and then feeding her to prevent further discomfort. You had tried to put her down in her small enclosure but she had let out such pathetic cries that you picked her right back up. You knew that she was hurting and the only way that she wouldn’t cry was if she was in your arms, in your lap, or curled up against you.

“Shhhhh, shhhhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. I know. I know. It hurts right now but you just need your medicine to kick in. It’s okay, baby.” You cooed, doing your best to comfort the small creature as you gently rocked it.

She became more independent after many months of you sleeping in the lab with her. Your employers wanted to keep her alive so they reassigned all of your other charges, leaving you to focus exclusively on her. She grew quickly and though her confidence was oftentimes lacking, she was still as sweet towards you as she was when she was a hatchling. She never nipped at you and the most aggressive she would be towards you was when she would sit in front of the door to her enclosure so that you couldn’t leave and lick your face when you tried to get her to move. By the time she was two months old, she was seven feet tall. It felt like every time you woke up, she was already bigger. She ate an incredible amount of food and it felt like every time you sat down after bringing her more meat laced with vitamin and mineral supplements, she had already finished and was begging for more. You knew that since it was exhausting for you, it had to be even more exhausting for her.

Once she breached fifteen feet tall at just under a year old, it was time to move her to her more permanent research enclosure. The shareholders had taken one look at her and decided that she wasn’t fit to be put on display at the park. You remember reading the memo and your jaw dropping at the cruel way that they described her. You weren’t exactly surprised by their words but it was still much more harsh than necessary. You knew that most of the scientists didn’t like her and said nasty things about her when you weren’t there. You felt bad but at the same time, you were glad that you were able to keep an eye out for her safety. You knew that each baby dinosaur saw their main caretaker as their mother, regardless of their caretaker’s gender, and it was no different for you and the Distortus rex. She complied with your requests for the most part thanks to that. It saved her quite a bit of pain to have you guide her. Some of the scientists were more than a little overeager with a cattle prod.

The main reason that you wanted her to be moved out of the Research and Development sector was so that she could have a more appropriately sized enclosure. You weren’t stupid. You knew that the enclosure that the team had her in was much too small. Most of the enclosures for the carnivorous dinosaurs were way too small. The T. rex had an enclosure only a fifth of the size of what she should have but it was better than what your charge had. She had an indoor enclosure the size of a football field, which really wasn’t a lot considering the fact that she was 46 feet long. There was a treadmill that you could put her on but the lack of a proper environment for her to live in always bothered you.

Due to incompatibilities in her genetic makeup, she was constantly in pain. You had to give her medication four times per day to manage it but it meant that most of the time, she wasn’t truly lucid. She was cuddly, for a dinosaur and especially for a hybrid, and loved any kind of physical contact. She was curious but tried to stay close to you whenever she could. She loved it when you would sit and lean up against her when you filled out paperwork and wrote reports. She enjoyed it when you gave her baths and brushed her teeth, even though it took quite a while. It really isn’t easy to keep a 20,000 pound animal smelling nice but you did better with your charge than any of the other keepers.

In return for taking care of her, she would try her best to groom you as well. It always ended with you looking shell shocked as you wandered out of her enclosure, covered in slobber from her licking you. It made the rest of the team laugh but your main concern was finding the nearest shower. Another behavior that she displayed while trying to care for you was gently picking you up and carrying you away from any of the other humans in the area. She knew that they were the ones experimenting on her and how much it hurt. She seemed to want to spare you from it as she held you and shielded you from any and all people viewing the both of you from the observation window. It seemed like she didn’t understand that you weren’t the same as her even when she was fully grown and 26 feet tall.

You always felt bad when you stayed home from work when you were sick because you knew how lonely she would be. You made sure to bring in a blanket from your small apartment to her enclosure so that she would be able to at least have your scent around to comfort her. It seemed to go well, although she was much more aggressive than usual on the days that you weren’t there.

The Snickers wrapper incident happened on a day that you stayed home sick. You were feverish and felt like you were dying when the alarms started blaring with warnings outside. You weren’t exactly with it and just squinted at the people running outside through your window as you stayed curled up in bed. You ended up falling asleep again moments later. When you woke up, you were being carried out of your apartment building by one of the security guards. You could hear screaming all around you but your ears felt like they were filled with cotton and your brain was too fuzzy to think about what was going on. You watched lazily as hybrids from the lab attacked people all around you. In your state, your main question was why you weren’t back under your covers with your stuffed animals. You were thinking so hard about if your shark plushie was more of a dark cyan or a turquoise that you hardly registered the booming roar that came from the research center.

You smiled as your favorite dinosaur came barreling towards you and the guard. Your eyebrows furrow as you hear the man cuss as he hears her. You wondered why anyone would curse at your silly little buddy. Well, maybe she wasn’t very little anymore but you always thought of that itty bitty hatchling whenever you thought of her. You tilted your head and frowned as you watched her stomp on a few of the people in her path. It’s weird that the team let her outside of her enclosure, you thought. Someone could get really hurt.

Your fever-addled brain didn’t think much of it when she grabbed you away from the man carrying you with one of her foremost paws. You were used to her being protective of you. You leaned against her and were too distracted by her scales that you couldn’t hear the crunch of her biting the guard in half. You happily traced the different shapes of her scales as she continued wreaking havoc amongst the humans. Her hatred for the scientists that created her and then subjected her to inhumane tests came out at full force. The rest of the hybrids were behaving similarly. It was loud but you were so focused on the shape and smooth texture of her scales that you were lulled into a trance. It was always easy to distract when you were sick and feverish. You were like this ever since you were a kid. You could remember staring at bumps on the wall and being entranced by them when you were about seven years old. You were easily distracted by random things normally but now that you’re sick? You would be lucky to have your attention caught by something even mildly useful.

As the human screams and hybrid roars died down, the D. rex seemed to decide that it was time to do something different. There weren’t any visible human survivors and her stomach was full. The massive beast turned and began walking towards the mountains. She looked around cautiously as she made her way through the streets that wove through the buildings of the research center. She began carrying you off into the jungle, her massive form easily protecting you from any branches that could scratch or hit you. Between the warmth of the sun, the gentle rocking movement as she walks, and the steady sound of her deep breathing, you were easily lulled to sleep.

When you finally woke up again, you were only slightly more with it. You didn’t fully remember what had happened and just nestled into the grass that you were laid down on. You could feel each and every breath that the giant dinosaur took as you leaned against her. You could tell that she knew that you were awake, even when you were this sick. Her body language was different than usual. She seemed both relaxed and worried at the same time. You couldn’t help but giggle as she tilted her head down towards you and sniffed you a few times.

“Hi little sweetie. Have you been good while I was napping? You’re a silly dino, huh?” You croaked out.

You didn’t even realize how dehydrated you were until you spoke. Your throat felt like a desert as you sat up and looked around for some water. You were very confused when you realized that you were in a nest in a cave. The Distortus seemed to recognize that you were thirsty and gently nudged you towards a nicely sized stream that ran next to the entrance of the cave. She watched you carefully as you stood up shakily while steadying yourself against her. You slowly wandered over to the stream and sat down. Normally, you’d be incredibly worried about pathogens in the water but the fever was enough to shut down most of your higher thinking. You tried to scoop up water to drink for a bit before giving up and lowering yourself to the ground to drink from the source. 

You didn’t bother looking up as you heard her moving behind you. You weren’t surprised when she lowered herself next to you, though you were grateful that she was downstream from you. You didn’t notice the dried blood on her chin being washed away in the water. Once you had a belly full of fresh water and a soothed throat, you sat up and looked around. The D. rex seemed to see that you were done and carefully nudged you to go back to the nest. 

She stood up fully and walked back in only a few steps, looking at you expectantly once she was comfortably curled up in the dried grass. You slowly meandered back to her and laid down next to her. Her scales were cool and comfortable as you snuggled up to her. She seemed content to have you close as you wordlessly settled in for another nap. She was content with being free from the lab and being reunited with her favorite human once more.

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Not to pressure you or anything— but are you still writing for this blog?

I am! I'm just on an unexpected hiatus (I think that's the word?). I've managed to hit a new low for my personal life and started a new job so things are a bit hectic. I'm taking summer classes too and they're giving me a major whooping. I have a few drafts that I'm done with but haven't found the courage to send to my beautiful beta reader. Some of the characters are less popular and I worry that my little buddies that like reading my stuff won't like them as much. I'm not great at figuring out how to work Tumblr so I have no clue how to make an announcement or what I'm supposed to do in this type of situation. I have a bunch of requests in my asks and I think I have a few in my comments that I've been working on. Rest assured, none of y'all have been forgotten and I'm doing my best! I just have a pretty gnarly stress triggered disability that's been making me cry blood and that's not great when you're trying to write lol

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I’m literally eating up everything you post <3 I truly enjoy platonic yanderes, and I think that your characterization of König especially is soooooooo good and like feels accurate and is fun to read 1000000/10

Thank you so much!!!! That's seriously so sweet!!!! You've got me tearing up a lil bit. I'm a major sucker for yanderes and platonic yanderes have had me in a chokehold for what feels like eons now. One of my fav things is to try to figure out how characters' minds work so that I can figure out how they'd react in whatever situation I want to think about them in. It also helps me turn up the dial on their specific brand of crazy so I can write for them more easily. König is so silly and I loved writing about him. I'm glad you liked it too!!!! I'm working on a second part as we speak. I'm sending you like 17 billion virtual hugs anon. You're legit so precious. 💖

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Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!

Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3255

AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!

TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time

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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called. 

Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”

You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.

You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.

Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.

You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.

Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.

The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.

There was a man digging through your trash.

A human man.

Unacceptable.

To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.

Something had to be done.

Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.

The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task. 

On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.

When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.

Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations. 

Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.

The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.

Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.

Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics. 

Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.

Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.

He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo. 

“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.

Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.

Squish.

Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.

BANG.

Suddenly, the problem had been solved.

The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.

Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one. 

You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.

Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.

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You Found Him

Platonic Yandere! John “Soap” McTavish x GN! Reader

Wordcount: 2220

AN: I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Soap is a little much a lot of the time and I wanted to write something that reflected that. It’s a bit shorter than usual but the big guy is more of a short and sweet type and I’m working on more stuff so I’m chilling with it. Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms and mom adjacent individuals out there! Y’all are real ones. Another major thank you to @foolphenomenon for beta reading for me!!!

TW: Yandere behaviors, this man is nuts frfr, delusional behaviors, a very unhealthy attachment style, kidnapping, drugging with side effects, “I’ll find you” family dynamic

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Johnny was the type to cling onto any type of affection that he could get. He wasn't used to being able to have anyone to be affectionate with and he has a tendency to act like a stray dog, following anyone who treated him with an ounce of kindness. It was why he got attached to Simon so easily. It was why he obeyed every order that came out of John's mouth. It was why he never missed a hang out with Gaz on the rare occasion that they both were on leave. 

He knew that he didn't have anything on Ghost's childhood but his wasn't exactly pleasant. He has plenty of brothers and sisters that he was pitted up against and starved of both food and attention in favor of. He had to fight for every scrap he got and only bulked up once he joined the military. It was easier than he was used to and he thrived. He still had a bit of an attitude problem and an authority problem but he liked his job and did his best to do well.

He was used to being treated almost like a piece of meat when he was off duty. He knew that he was a pretty boy and he got plenty of attention at bars and clubs thanks to it. It felt transactional and hollow to him in the end. He didn't like how there wasn't truly any affection to any of the contact. He wanted something more. He wanted the relationship that he craved from his siblings growing up. He already had the approval that he wanted from the captain, the one that replaced the approval from his parents that he was desperate for. He had his friends and every other part of his life was fulfilling except for at home. He wanted something pure and good and innocent and he would kill to get it.

He went looking for someone that would be a good little sibling. He wanted to be treated with the admiration that he felt an older brother should get. He wanted to teach someone new skills and have them love him more than anyone else. He was excited to be able to have someone to care for and come home to when he was on leave. He was desperate to have someone that loved him as much as he loves them.

He looked everywhere that he thought the perfect little sibling would be, regardless of whether he was on or off of duty. He visited book stores, libraries, craft stores, cafes, and restaurants. He searched through video game stores, comic book shops, sporting goods stores, and anywhere else that he could think of. He was getting impatient. He couldn't find anyone that he thought would be good enough. Not until he ordered some new clothes online and came face to face with you.

He had a tiny cottage off base where he had all of his packages delivered. It served as an excellent place to crash on leave and as an even better place to relax with the team. It was a typical bachelor pad, minus most of the mess, and it was where he called home. He could afford it and it was nice to be able to have somewhere to call his own. He was playing a game on his couch when he heard a knock at the door. He lazily got up and opened the door, looking down at you with a startled expression.

“John McTavish?” You chirped.

He couldn't believe it. You were right there. You were so young and adorable. He wanted to scoop you up right there.

“That's me.” He said, looking down at you with starry eyes.

You were perfect. He was so happy that you were finally here with him. He didn't know how you found him but he was so excited to have you. He didn't have a room set up for you but he was happy to give up his room and sleep on the couch until he figured out how to turn his weapons room into a bedroom for you. He already adored you.

“Sign here please.” You said with a smile.

He blinked as you held out a clipboard. Oh. He didn't notice the box that you were holding. He paused for a moment. He carefully signed his signature and delicately took the box from you. His hands briefly brushed yours and he couldn’t help but smile a bit wider. It was the first time that he had ever touched his new little sibling. It was a magical moment for him and he knew that he had to record it so that you two could look back on it.

He then realized something a bit important. You hadn’t been seeking him out to meet your new big brother and were instead just doing your job. That was okay. It was actually better than okay! It meant that your meeting was fate. It was destiny that you both would meet and become family. He looked surprised as you thanked him and took your clipboard back. Where were you going? You hummed as you walked back down to your van.

You happily sat in your van and checked the address for your next delivery. You brushed off the excitement of the man and just went about the rest of your day. You were used to people being a bit too eager for their packages. It wasn't anything new for you. It was rare that someone wasn't excited to get their purchases. He just watched as you drove off and felt a bit empty again when he was alone.

Johnny hurried inside to get a pen and his journal. He didn’t even sit down before he started to sketch you. He didn’t stop until it looked exactly like him. He smiled at the picture and then started obsessively writing every single detail that he could remember. He wrote about how your uniform was a little too big for you and how cute it was. He wrote about the sparkle in your eyes as you looked up at him, as if you knew that he was supposed to be your big brother. He sighed happily as he wrote about your sweet little smile and how well you did your job.

He felt pleased with his entry to his journal. He looked it over and grinned. He’d have to do some research on you, his new baby sibling.

It was definitely wrong to use the computers at work to learn everything about you but he figured that it would be alright. He was your new brother, after all. He had to make up for lost time. He needed to know how to be a brother that you would want. He showed Simon the picture that he drew of you, earning a nod from him. That was enough to keep him going. Johnny knew that Simon was an awful lot like him, even if Simon didn’t like to show it. It was why they got along so well. 

By the end of the week, he knew everything. He was good with technology, being a demolitions expert. It was his job to be good at it. He learned about everything you liked and disliked, where your favorite places to go were and where you hated, and every other possible thing about you. He started getting cute clothes and shoes for you, beaming at you when you delivered them for him. He knew that you didn’t know what was in the packages but he was sure that you would love everything he bought for you.

At night, Johnny would just think about all of the fun things you both would do together. He wanted to have movie nights where you’d both gorge yourselves on junk food and cry laughing at inside jokes. He wanted to go on road trips and chat about anything and everything. He wanted to buy you anything you wanted and see you smile at him. He wanted to see you looking up at him in awe when he tells you about the cool things that he’s done on missions.  He wanted to see your eyes light up when he rigs up an explosion that you can both watch safely. He’s sure that you love explosions too. You’re his sibling so he’s sure that it’s in both of your natures.

He knows that he can be more than a little excitable and aggressive. It’s how he’s always been and he did his research on your personality so he knows that you both are going to get along like a house on fire. That's why he gets so confused when you wake up in his cottage and start struggling against your restraints. He didn’t think that you’d actually get scared. He figured you’d both get a laugh out of it and then you’d eat the lunch that he made for you.

“Hey, hey, calm down jus’ a wee bit, kiddo. I need ye ta relax. You know me! It’s just Johnny!” He coos at you.

You continue to struggle in the ropes binding your hands and feet. He had tucked you into your new bed after drugging you in your apartment and bringing you home. If it weren’t for the duct tape over your mouth, you would’ve looked like the perfect little angel while you were sleeping. He frowned. Maybe tying you up wasn’t as funny of a prank as he thought it would be. He hummed and patted your head while you squirmed, then carefully took the duct tape off of your mouth. 

“There we are! Look at ya! Cutest lil’ thing on the planet. C’mon, let’s get those nasty ropes off o’ ya. I’ll admit it’s nae my best joke but I made some sandwiches for us. Got some crisps too for while we’re watching our show together.” He said cheerfully, quickly undoing the ties of your restraints and tossing you over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes.

The world was spinning and you were trying your best not to throw up. You could barely understand what he was saying and everything was blurry. You weakly grabbed onto the back of his shirt for stability, which he took as a sign that you were warming up to him already even though you were out of it.

“My cooking isn’t that bad bu’ I think I’ll order us somethin’ fur dinner. It’s a very special occasion, after all! I finally get to live with my favorite lil sweetie!” He said happily.

His words were loud and made you wince. You had a splitting headache and he was too excited about having you over that he didn’t notice. He happily plopped you onto the couch, hurrying towards the kitchen and grabbing two plates and a family sized bag of chips. He sat down next to you, tucking you next to him and snuggling you up to him. He put your plate on your lap. The sandwich on it was massive and you wouldn't normally be able to finish it, let alone when you have such an upset stomach. He wrapped an affectionate arm around you as he turned on the TV to one of the cartoons that he liked as a kid.

“This is great, right? Your first day with your big brother and we're already having a grand time. I love you, kiddo. I really do.” He murmured before opening the large bag of chips and placing it between the both of you on both of your laps.

You were so out of it that you just watched the show on the screen. You barely noticed the man next to you scarfing down his own equally large sandwich and then eating plenty of the chips. He looked down at you occasionally, smiling as he watched you. He figured that you were just sleepy and easily entertained. He seemed overjoyed to be sitting on the couch next to the drugged up delivery person.

“No’ hungry, are ye? That's okay. Ye can eat whene’er ye want. I don't mind.” He said in a genuine tone. It was clear that he wanted you to feel comfortable. 

It made him happy that you were just sitting there with him. He gently petted the top of your head, clearly doing his best to be gentle with you. He enjoyed being able to hold you like this. It made him feel like this was real. He liked feeling like he had a new little sibling to look after. He reached over and grabbed a blanket, lifting up your plate and carefully putting it over you. He put your plate down on your lap and settled back in, all but hugging you as he goes back to watching the show.

When you inevitably pass out from the drug in your system hitting you hard for a second time, he sighs happily and just keeps snuggling you. He was so happy that you were finally home with him. He figured that you were just a bit tired and needed your beauty sleep. He was perfectly fine with that. He was going to make sure that you got everything that you wanted or needed, including a doting older brother.

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Surprise Houseguests

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3877

AN: This oneshot has some required listening but I promise it’s worth it! Optimus has an amazing voice and I love him. No one can convince me that the Autobots don’t love yapping in their native language when they have the chance. My beloved @foolphenomenon beta read this one for me too so thank you to them!!!

TW: Soft yandere behavior, Ironhide and Wheeljack deciding that the best home defense system is a home offense system, mention of taxes, light stalking, boundaries being enforced, silly alien robots being silly and only mildly creepy

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Optimus hadn’t expected to be offered a place to stay by a tiny human. He had thought that the Autobots were alone in the parking lot of an abandoned factory. The team was discussing where to recharge for the night when Optimus caught a glimpse of you peeking out from a broken window on the first floor. You ducked down but it was futile after you both locked eyes. He had gently called out to you, wanting you to see that they didn’t mean any harm, even if they looked intimidating. 

“It is alright, little human. We mean you no harm. You are safe with us. Please come out so that we may see you better.” He said in a soft tone.

You slowly peeked back out, figuring that it was useless to run from giants. You were surprised by how kind the tallest bot was and glanced around at the rest of them. When you realized that none of them looked unfriendly, you slowly exited the building and stood near the door, ready to dart back to cover if anything went sideways. The disarming body language and kind tone made you feel more like a kid getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar rather than an adult listening in on giant alien robots but you weren’t about to take any chances.

“Um… I’m sorry for listening in. I didn’t mean to. Well, I did but that’s because I’ve never seen anything like you guys…! I feel bad about it though. It was rude of me. You can park outside my house if you want to…! My closest neighbor is about a mile away so there’s more privacy than here. You’ll be able to walk around instead of just driving!” You chattered nervously.

Optimus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected an eavesdropper to be so polite. You were so little and you seemed so sweet. He looked thoughtful as he examined you. You were dirty from what he later learned was an exploration trip inside the abandoned factory. The fabric you wore was dark in color, which he assumed was for a form of camouflage in the dark building. Despite the dirt, your eyes were bright and curious. Your friendliness didn’t seem to be an act and you were such a small thing that you couldn’t cause much harm.

Optimus agreed and the Autobots followed you to your home through heavily wooded back roads. You were true to your word and you were surprisingly welcomingly to them. There’s a meadow near your home where the bots eagerly began setting up to rest for the night. You said your goodnights to the strange aliens and went into the small farmhouse. It was more of a cabin than anything else and you had made it very cozy over the years. There was a single bedroom, a miniscule kitchen and dining room, and a singular bathroom. You had finished washing your face and changing into pajamas and were now curling up under your covers. You felt surprisingly calm for having giant metal aliens outside. 

You were dozing off when there was a quiet tapping on your window. You thought that it was just a branch or a particularly determined bug and snuggled back into the comfortable warmth when you heard it again. You got out of bed and rubbed your bleary eyes as you walked the short distance from your bed to the window. You opened your curtains and were startled into full alertness when there was a giant face mere feet away from you, causing your formerly sleepy eyes to be all but blasted with blue light from the mech’s optics.

You quickly open the window and step back as you look up at him. You recognize the mech as the leader of the group. He was squatting down as he looked down at you through the window. He 

“I wished to speak to you, human. I can see that you were attempting to recharge but I feel that the topic is important enough to interrupt you.”

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Optimus smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He wasn't one to admit it but he found humans to be adorable. Your respiratory patterns changed to become slower and deeper while you rested and he enjoyed the mellow and relaxed look on your face. He was glad that his voice was calming enough to soothe you to sleep. He was also grateful that your window was large and your bed was close to the window. He carefully reached through the open window with two digits, delicately tucking your blanket up to your chin and petting the top of your hair a few times.

After that, Optimus did his best to close your window and quietly walked up to Jazz. Optimus had been close with Jazz for milenia and it showed in their comfortable interactions. Optimus transformed into his alt mode and settled into the spot between Jazz and Ratchet. He always recharged more easily and efficiently when he was near his closest friends. After a moment, he rumbled softly to the mech on watch.

“The human is asleep. We are very fortunate. I do not recall any interactions with any humans quite so sweet.” He said quietly to Jazz.

“You're telling me. I didn't think the tiny thing would apologize, let alone give us somewhere to stay.” Jazz responded. He wasn't a high strung mech and he could definitely appreciate good company and a comfortable recharge.

“I have introduced the human to all of us, though I am not sure how much information was retained and will be accessible tomorrow. The poor creature was falling asleep while I was speaking.” Optimus said thoughtfully. Jazz smiled at that. He had always found humans to be cute and the music that they made was a major bonus. He made a mental note to ask you in the morning what music you like to listen to. He and Optimus said their goodnights and Optimus transformed into his alt mode to recharge until it was his turn to take watch.

You and the bots woke up in the morning refreshed and recharged. It had been a long time since they had a recharge so restful and peaceful. You quickly got ready and made some breakfast for yourself before going outside to see how your guests were doing. You only watched at first, too nervous to really walk among them. You saw Ratchet setting up some tools and simply sat on a nearby log as he wrangled Bumblebee over to his makeshift station. You were fascinated by what was happening and seemed excited to see something so new. 

Ratchet placed you on his shoulder after noticing you watching him do a minor repair on Bumblebee. He was gruff and acted cranky but he was actually happy that you were interested in how their species worked. He explained the different steps that he took to repair Bumblebee’s plating and why it was important in a quiet voice. He knew that humans didn’t do well with very loud noises and kept his voice within the range of human comfort. He enjoyed the soft questions you asked and subtly scanned you to see what your health was like. He was pleased that your breakfast was adequately nutrient dense and filling enough to last you until midday. 

“We’ll make a medic out of you yet, kid.” He said in a warm tone. Bumblebee had only heard that tone a few times before. It was a bit unnerving for a moment but he quickly brushed it off. He knew how nice human companionship was and he was glad that Ratchet was seeing it for the first time. Bumblebee tried to chat with you a few times during his procedure, each time earning a smack on the back of the head and a scolding for interrupting the first training of someone that he was convinced would become the first human Autobot medical officer. 

After Ratchet was done working on Bumblebee, he carefully placed you on the ground and left to go talk to Optimus, though not before giving you a careful pat on the back and a promise to teach you more later. You were startled when Windblade quite literally snatched you up. The femme was unfamiliar with how to interact with humans, having only been on Earth for a few cycles. She was fascinated by your hair and clothes. She liked that your clothes were different colors and she loved that it was like you could have the equivalent of a new paint job more than once per day if you wanted to. She easily held you in one of her servos, gently touching the fabric of your clothing and the ornaments on your favorite jewelry while not understanding why you weren’t chatting with her as happily as you had been with Ratchet and instead were squirming. She wanted to hang out with the human too.

Jazz quickly came to your aid. He carefully scooped you out of her servo and gave her a lighthearted lecture in Cybertronian on proper human handling methods. You just blinked and went along with it as he showed her the safe ways to hold a human. You were a bit stunned as you were held in different positions in the mech’s servos and then carefully placed onto each of his shoulders. Windblade sheepishly apologized to you in English, citing her inexperience with humanity and promising not to grab you anymore without warning or a particularly good reason. 

Jazz wanted to see the town that you lived in and managed to convince you to give him a sightseeing tour. You stopped at the nearest gas station, got a slushie, and drove around with him in his alt mode. He was able to fulfil his goal of talking to you about your music taste while you both drove. Granted, he already had seen what you listen to online as he had run a background check while on watch that night, but he still wanted to chat with you about it. He had you turn on one of your playlist and enjoyed listening to you talk about your home and your favorite bands. 

When you returned from the drive, your mouth was stained by your drink and your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing. Jazz was kind and funny and you were glad that you had stumbled upon the Autobots yesterday, even if Windblade startled you a bit at first. Speaking of Windblade, she had managed to fashion a necklace for you out of a small gear and a few other odds and ends that she had gotten from Ratchet while you and Jazz were out driving. She presented it to you and seemed incredibly pleased when you put it on. She all but gushed over how nice it looked on you and how nice it was to finally make a human friend.

Ironhide was the next mech to try to spend time with you. He approached the three of you and began asking you questions about the security of your home. He seemed shocked that you didn’t have any weapons that he deemed appropriate for home defense. Unsurprisingly to you, there were no plasma cannons on turrets or energy shields surrounding your home. Ironhide was deeply concerned about this. To him, you were already one of them. Optimus had clearly accepted you into their ranks and the rest of the team, including him, already seemed to like you plenty. You managed to win over Ratchet and that’s all he needed to get started on a home defense plan. You tried to assure him that you were fine and the most dangerous thing nearby were the raccoons that dug through the trash if you didn’t close the garbage well enough.

Ironhide wouldn’t have any of it. He decided to enlist Wheeljack to help secure your home from threats. He wanted your trash can secured from raccoons and he wanted your land free of any Cybertronian that wasn’t an Autobot. He also seemed to decide that you should be protected from humans who meant any harm and began making plans with Wheeljack. Your eyes hadn’t gone as wide as they did when they presented their plan to you since… Well, yesterday when you found out that aliens were real and very large. Between a flame thrower meant to incinerate any home invader foolish enough to knock on your front door, electrified door garbage cans, a security camera system that made Soundwave look like an amateur, a mirage system that made the entire house look like it hadn’t ever existed that Wheeljack had pointed out would be excellent for tax evasion after doing some research on the IRS, and several camouflaged blasters powerful enough to put Megatron himself on life support, they literally had everything covered. It was a little horrifying but you were also a bit impressed.

You weren’t thrilled about the idea of your home becoming a scene out of “Home Alone” but at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You gave the go ahead and watched in awe as they began building. You didn’t really think that they would actually do it but there they were, turning your cabin in the woods into a mini fortress. At one point, Wheeljack sat you down and showed you how to wire and defuse a bomb. Ratchet almost blew a gasket until Wheeljack got you some safety goggles to show that he was being safe with you. That didn’t save him from having to dodge a wrench being thrown at him but it made you giggle so he felt that it was worth it. 

It was almost the afternoon before Bumblebee finally got to spend any time with you. He was missing having a human companion and the second that Ironhide put you down to work on something with both servos, Bee took the opportunity to have another human to hang out with. He transformed with you into his alt mode while Wheeljack and Ironhide gave him the nastiest looks imaginable. He would deal with that later. For now, he wanted to enjoy your company. He drove to the other side of your property where he transformed and offered to let you play a Cybertronian game. He pulled out a large device and played a round to show you how it worked. It was essentially the equivalent of an alien Gameboy with a rhythm game. You had to smack the buttons to get enough force to push them down and it turned into a major upper body workout. You weren’t very good at the game but you still enjoyed yourself. It didn’t help that you couldn’t read the words in the game to know what was going on or that Bumblebee was too busy jamming out and encouraging you that he couldn’t translate fast enough.

The day turned into a much needed break for both you and the Autobots. You had quite a bit of fun playing with and learning from them, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary. Optimus allowed the team to stay for another night in the field after you basically begged him and the others to stay. He was glad to see that the team was having fun and he knew that the mission could wait. He also couldn’t resist the look on your face as you asked him so nicely. He was just as bad as the rest of his team and he knew it. 

That night, he came to your window again. It was clear that you were already expecting him. The curtains were open and so was your window. You were staring at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but feel pleased that you wanted to hear more about him and his world. He told you a bit more about his life before the war. He told you about the time that he knocked over a stack of hundreds of data pads on his first day on the job and how clumsy he was when he was young. You didn’t believe him at first and he found it very amusing. He told you about the first artifact that he catalogued and about the first bot that he helped find something in the archives. He told you about the games that he would play for recreation and about what his home looked like. 

It wasn’t long before you began dozing off. Optimus liked you. He enjoyed telling you stories and he liked that you were a good listener. He liked that you got along with his team and didn’t mind that they were so different from you. He sighed contentedly as he watched you sleep and once again tucked you so that you would remain comfortable throughout the night. He was thinking about the lullabies on Cybertron when he went back to the others to recharge. He would have to sing one for you the next time that the Autobots visited you. He was sure that you’d be interested in hearing it but he knew that you wouldn’t understand the lyrics. He would have to think about how to remedy the situation. 

The beginning of the next morning went similarly to the morning before but this time, you were much more comfortable with the aliens hanging out in your meadow. The upgrades to your house were finished fairly early and you had to admit, they were very cool. Would you end up using them? Almost definitely not. Did you appreciate the time and effort that Wheeljack and Ironhide put into them? Absolutely. Ratchet showed you how to disable the flamethrower while Wheeljack and Ironhide were explaining to Optimus why each upgrade was entirely necessary. He decided that they were fine because they were just to keep you safe and had Jazz link to the camera system so that they could make sure that you were okay and that there was no Decepticon activity.

Jazz had snuck off earlier and brought you back the same flavor of slushie that you had gotten on your drive together the day before. He liked how your eyes lit up when he gave you the frozen treat and carefully uploaded some Cybertronian movies and shows to your television so that you could see some of the things that he thought that you’d like from before the war. Bumblebee butted in, eagerly recommending his favorites and telling you about the plotlines of each of them. Jazz also uploaded some Cybertronian music while Bee was chatting with you. It was obvious that he wanted to expose you to their culture and show you just how wonderful Cybertron was. Bee was just happy that you was talking with him.

Windblade didn’t pick you up without permission so you showed her some of your favorite articles of clothing. You basically put on a fashion show for her while she oooo'd and ahhhh’d at your clothes, all while keeping an eye on the way that the necklace that she gave you moved as you walked. She loved that you were wearing something that she made for you. She had decided that you were her very favorite human and that she would get you something to wear every time that she saw you. She carefully took notes on your size of clothes and shoes and smiled at the idea of finding you an outfit that matched her paint color.

It was time for them to leave at noon. The declaration from Optimus was met with many sighs but each bot understood that it was for the greater good. The mission had been put off for as long as possible. All equipment was packed up and each of the bots said their goodbyes to you, promising to visit when they had time and giving you plenty of careful pats on the head, back, and shoulders. You could tell that they all meant it. Before they left, Optimus approached you with a small tablet-like device. He squatted down and offered it to you. You carefully took it and examined it. It looked like the data pads that you had seen the others reading on before but much, much smaller. You looked up at him with a tilted head and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t seem to ever not smile when you were involved.

“Little one, we Autobots would like to remain friends with you. All of us have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you. If it would be alright, we would like to remain in contact with you. We would like to be able to communicate ideas and stories with you more easily so Wheeljack has created a Crybertronian language training module loaded onto this data pad. It will teach you our language. Please do not feel pressured to learn all at once. We simply have many stories that I would like you to enjoy that are poorly translated into any Earth tongue. The data pad will not lose its charge before we are able to return and it has a feature that will allow you to speak to any of us, should you require any assistance. You have been a most gracious host and we would like to convey our gratitude with this gift.” He explained.

He paused for a moment before speaking a bit more hesitantly this time. “I hope you will contact me, even if there is not an emergency. I would enjoy conversing with you further in the future and I know that the rest of my team feels the same way.”

You were surprised but eagerly agreed, promising to call and to practice so that he can tell you stories soon. Optimus was pleased with your answer and his smile became wider. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He gave the orders to roll out and you waved as you watched them all go. Once they were out of sight, you wandered back into your living room and began your first Cybertronian language lesson. 

Optimus was a bit sad that he would not be able to see you for a while and knew that the rest of the team felt the same way. They were much quieter than usual and the usual playful banter was replaced by a sullen silence. His voice was curious as he made his request.

“Jazz, can we get a status update on the little one?”

Jazz quickly checked the footage from the cameras and felt his spark warm. He spoke in a happy tone, clearly pleased that you were already learning how to communicate better with the team.

“The human just started their first lesson. They seem very eager to learn about Cybertron.”

That kicked off plenty of chatter within the team. The Prime was very pleased. They had been able to find someone to boost their will to fight and he knew that they all were eager to finish the next few missions so that they could have the reward of seeing you again sooner. He also figured that if you were doing a lesson so soon after they had left, it was likely that you’d call soon. That made him even more pleased.

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Masterlist

Hi friends! Requests and asks are open so feel free to reach out! I'm a massive sucker for platinic yanderes so that's what I write. I'm in a lot of fandoms so this masterlist will be expanded quite a bit soon. I hope y'all enjoy!

COD MWII:

Ghost:

Far Better Than Any Pill (Platonic Yandere! Ghost x GN! Barista! Reader)

König:

Like a Father (Platonic Yandere! König x GN! Reader)

Like a Father Headcannons: At König’s House (Platonic Yandere! König x GN! Reader)

Soap:

You Found Him (Platonic Yandere! John “Soap” McTavish x GN! Reader)

Transformers:

Autobots:

Surprise Houseguest (Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader) Part 2

Jurassic Park/World:

D. rex:

Free From The Lab (Platonic Yandere! D. Rex x GN! Intern! Reader)

I. rex:

Liver (Platonic Yandere! I. Rex x GN! Handler! Reader)

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Far Better Than Any Pill

Platonic Yandere! Ghost x GN! Barista! Reader

Wordcount: 3292

AN: I’m on a roll, babes. I love writing descent into madness oneshots. My dog is sitting on my lap, my blankets are warm, and the semester is over. Life is good. Another very grateful shoutout to @foolphenomenon for beta reading for me!!!

TW: Yandere behaviors, drugging, kidnapping, delusional loser man behavior, somewhat realism, mental health stuff but nothing in detail, mentions of the horrors of the service industry, an attempted mugging, violence, murder

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Simon didn’t know why he wanted a kid so badly. It didn’t make sense. His childhood was a nightmare, to say the least, and after seeing his mother’s marriage, he never wanted to get married either. He saw the men he went to bootcamp with settle down and start their own families and his heart burned with envy. He would go to team barbecues just to get to be around the chubby little babies that toddled around. The partners of his teammates always thought it was sweet that he was so good with kids and joked around about wishing he was always free for babysitting.

He stopped going to those barbecues after becoming a sergeant. It got to be too painful for him to see the others living the life that he dreamed of. He spoke to adoption agency after adoption agency during every single one of his days off and none of them would allow him to adopt from them. He knew why. He was a single man and his lifestyle wasn’t exactly conducive to having children. He was traumatized and was legally required to attend therapy. After an exceptionally bad mission, he was declared unfit for the field. He received a very generous pension but the one thing that he really had going for him was over.

He withdrew into himself after that. He only had his tiny shoebox apartment that he stayed in while he was on shore leave and it was awful. All he would do was dissociate, go to the gym, and take care of only his most basic needs like eating, drinking, and showering. He went to the store once per week and always got the exact same things. He knew how much he consumed and how much he needed to restock. It was the same every week.

Simon wasn’t really living and he knew that. He barely felt human. He was stagnating and he couldn’t get out of the pit that he was trapped in. He was on his way back to his apartment from the gym when something caught his eye. There was a tiny coffee shop with a “Grand Opening” sign in the window. The window panes were painted bright colors and he could see that the walls were covered in book filled shelves. The rich scent of hot coffee wafted out of the open doors, inviting him to come closer.

He hadn’t read something that wasn’t a bill or a report since… He couldn’t remember how long it had been. His guilty pleasure when he was younger was reading old classic novels. He used to have a small library of tattered paperbacks that he would drown himself in when things got bad and when his nightmares felt too real. He slowly walked towards the small shop while displaying an uncharacteristic hesitance. He stood in the doorway of the half filled shop before slowly getting in line. The coffee smelled divine and he’d be lying to himself if he said that his mouth wasn’t watering a bit. There were signs all over displaying the genres of the books on the shelves and advertising that customers could borrow any book they wanted.

He eventually got to the front of the line and peered down at the barista. You were smaller than him and had a chipper expression. Your face was shining with the excitement of starting a new job and it made him pause. You were young and happy. Your apron was quilted cotton fabric and it suited you. The pattern was a happy pastel floral and it made the cheerful look on your face look that much more sincere. He took a moment to read your name tag and was almost surprised when you spoke.

“Hi! What can I get started for you today?” You chirped in a cheery tone.

“I’ll have a black coffee, please.” He said quietly. His voice instinctively took on that gentle quality that it always did when he was speaking to a child. He had forgotten that it could do that.

“For here or to go?” You asked.

“For here.” He said in the same voice. There was no mistaking it. There was something about you that was just so… Childish. He couldn’t help himself.

“Great! Can I interest you in a pastry? You seem like the kind of guy that can appreciate a good strawberry danish. They’re my favorite.” You offered.

“Sure. I’ll take one of those.” He almost immediately said. He knew that being nice was your job. He knew that you were just trying to make a good impression on a customer but he couldn’t help but melt a bit for the first time in years when you mentioned liking the dessert.

“Wonderful! Can I get you anything else?” You asked.

“No.” He answered. He immediately regretted how harsh it sounded. A little thing like you shouldn’t have to deal with any sort of roughness or harshness. He felt like you were just too small for that.

You rang his order up and had him take a seat at one of the few empty tables after he paid while one of your coworkers made him his coffee. He sat for a few moments before grabbing a book that he had been eyeing for a little bit. It was an old hardcover copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. He flips it open and starts reading the first page. 

He was surprised. It was the first time that he had felt truly comfortable in ages. The cushioning on the chain helped calm the ache in his back that had been there since the beginning of his time in the military. The book was familiar and the smell of the coffee shop was delicious. The air was filled with the smell of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and sweet baked goods. There was soft music playing in the background and the soft chatter of customers and employees made the atmosphere that much more cozy. The soft sound of footfalls caught his attention and he looked up to see you with his coffee and pastry.

“Oh, is that Frankenstein? I loved that one! I begged the boss to get that copy for the coffee shop. It’s the same version as the first edition. I liked it better than the later versions. There’s also a promotion going on. You get a free bookmark every time you come in this week. I hope you enjoy your order!” You babbled happily at him as you placed the food and drink on the table. You also put a bookmark next to his coffee. He looked over the bookmark, noting the whimsical art of the coffee shop and how it seemed just as bright and lively as you. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it helped to lift his spirits a bit. 

Over the next few weeks, he religiously visited the coffee shop and got the same coffee and whatever pastry you recommended. It made him happy and he liked being able to see you. You became less cheerful as time went on and the bags under your eyes got worse. He realized after a particularly eventful visit to the cafe that you were dealing with unpleasant customers and a grueling work schedule. You were there every day, after all. 

He decided to help. He was a scary guy and he was well aware of that. Instead of visiting after the gym, he started visiting a bit before the lunch rush. He would get his order with the addition of a sandwich and would simply read one of the books on the shelf while making sure that no one was rude to you. He gave unkind looks to customers that didn’t behave themselves and it easily cowed them into behaving. He was very pleased when you seemed less stressed and more chipper again.

He knew that you had a life outside of your job but he tried not to think about it after coming home from visiting you. He had recognized that he was making progress with going outside more. He would regularly go out of his apartment at least twice per day and he was starting to feel happy when he wasn’t with you. Granted, he was thinking about you, but he felt like it still counted for something. He had started cooking new things in order to have more things to chat about when he occasionally struck up a conversation with you. He was coming home from the gym again when your life outside of that little store truly came to his attention. 

He didn’t quite recognize what was going on at first. There was a group of people jostling around and he didn’t think much of it. He thought that it was just a gang of boys looking to make trouble until he heard a familiar voice. It was you. You were asking them, more like begging them, not to take your wallet or phone. He was looking over and finally saw your face from the other side of the street.

You were crying.

Oh, he hated that.

Nothing and nobody should ever make you cry. 

Not when you were the one thing making his life bearable. 

He ran across the empty street and immediately slammed one of the men onto the ground. He made quick work of all of them, systematically hitting each of the men in a way that left very noticeable and recognizable bruising on their faces. While he was busy smacking around the last one, the rest of them ran off. He was distracted by them running and took a few steps to make chase before being entirely blindsided.

You hugged him. 

You hugged Simon of all people.

You were still crying and he was so stunned that he just let the last man run off after the rest of the group.

It was fine. He would take care of them later. He had something significantly more important to handle at the moment.

He gently hugged you back and it was like a floor of dopamine straight to his brain. He had been on every antidepressant available on the market, plus a select few that weren’t, and none of them had any kind of effect like this. You were far better than any pill.

He finally coaxed a sob filled explanation out of you after hugging you and rubbing your back for about fifteen minutes. Your tears had soaked his hoodie but he didn’t mind. It was you, after all. You were walking home after work and the group had come out of nowhere. You were so scared, especially after they had threatened you. You were so scared that when he offered to walk you home, you accepted with no hesitation.

He carefully walked with an arm around your shoulders as if he was shielding you from the rest of the world. This felt good. Simon was in heaven. He didn’t know that this kind of human connection would feel so nice. He walked you the few miles to your apartment and politely declined when you offered to make him some coffee, making a lame joke about how he’d get some from you tomorrow during lunch.

Simon practically floated back to his own apartment. His heart felt full for the first time in a very, very long time. He decided to use an old notebook that he had gotten to record every positive experience that he had from now on. His life had a light in it and he wasn’t going to ignore that. He carefully scribbled down the date, the time, his experience, and how it made him feel in his terrible handwriting. He smiled as he looked down at the entry and tucked his new happiness journal under his pillow before falling asleep that night. 

He woke up in a much better mood than usual that morning. He couldn’t explain it but he was just so happy that you had relied on him for something. It was a similar feeling to when he would open a juice box for one of his friends’ kids or was given a poorly made drawing by one of them. He was actually happy and felt a bit of pride in himself. You trusted him to watch over you and keep you safe. He loved it.

That day during lunch, you were even friendlier with him than usual. Your smile was brighter and your laugh at his bad jokes was louder. You had such a warmth to you that he just basked in it. He made sure that you were okay after the incident the night before and then settled in to keep watch over the lunch rush and read his book. This would absolutely be going into his happiness  journal when he got home.

After lunch, Simon made a detour before going home. He had found the social media of the men that had attacked you the night before while he was eating breakfast. It wasn’t hard for him to find their locations and where they lived. It took him less than an hour to finish what he had started the night before but it took a while longer to dispose of the evidence. He was a professional. He may be retired but he isn’t out of practice and it felt good to do what he was skilled at.

He continued going to that little coffee shop and visiting you for months. You were adorable and he loved being one of your regulars. Over time, he learned all about you. At first, he was content to just enjoy the tidbits of information that you gave him while you two chatted but then he started getting greedy. He found your social media and learned about everything that you like and dislike. He learned everything that there was to know about you. It got to the point where he hacked into your phone to watch you through the camera when he got lonely. He loved seeing your concentrated expression when you searched up silly questions that he could easily answer for you if he were there with you. It helped him to justify the way that he saw you. You needed him to help you and take care of you. You couldn’t defend yourself and you certainly didn’t know enough to be able to take care of yourself. 

Every time he went to the little coffee shops you worked at, he felt an incredible sense of relief. He didn’t like how many shifts you had to take to keep a roof over your head but he liked that he got to see you every day. He still worried about your stress levels and safety and was trying to come up with a solution to the issue. One lunch, he realized that there was a very simple solution. 

He decided that the next step to helping you would be helping himself. He started looking at two bedroom houses in the countryside. He ended up buying one outright. Decades of doing the absolute bare minimum to keep his body healthy and alive helped his bank accounts get fat enough for it to not be as big of a deal as it should’ve been. He had it remodeled to make sure that it would be warm in the winter and cool in the summer. He had also started to pick out furniture and decorations for the rooms. It gave him a sense of purpose that he had never had before, not even in the military.

He had you tell him which decorations you liked better. He mentioned that it was for the child that he was going to adopt soon. You gushed over how you knew he would be a great father and how wonderful it was for him to give a kid a home. Simon just smiled and thanked you. You had no clue about what was happening and it was all the more reason to protect you. You didn’t even pick up on anything when you asked what the child looked like and he gave a vague description that matched you. You were just happy to help him choose paint colors and tell him which stuffed animals were cuter.

There was no warning when you woke up in a strangely familiar room. You went to bed in your own apartment and simply woke up somewhere else. You didn’t have a headache or any grogginess. There were no side effects to help you understand what had happened to you. You were just… Not in your apartment. You looked around the room and immediately began recognizing everything. The walls were the color that you recommended to Simon. The shelves were the type that you had recommended to him. The rug on the floor was the kind that he showed you while asking your opinion on it. Everything was just like you told him would be best for the kid he was adopting.

There was a set of clothes neatly laid out for you at the foot of your bed. They were colorful and exactly in your size. They weren’t anything crazy, just a soft cotton t-shirt and comfortable looking jeans. Your stomach filled with dread when you remember how you told him how much you didn’t like the trend of parents making all of their childrens’ toys, clothes, and homes beige and bland. You also remember talking about how natural fibers were better for the skin and how he should try to get more cotton and linen than polyester clothing for his kid. You remember his thoughtful nods as you look around the bright and happy room again.

You felt like throwing up. You were still in the pajamas that you had changed into the night before, thankfully. Nothing on you seemed amiss. You hesitantly get out of the bed and creep towards the windows. The sunlight streaming in through them makes the room glow in a comfortable light but you can’t focus on that. You try to open each one but they’re locked and you can tell by the thickness of the glass that you won’t be able to break through them. You stare outside and realize that you’re in the middle of nowhere. You can’t even signal for help. You take a few deep breaths before moving to the next logical choice.

You quickly and quietly walk to the door leading out of the room. You slowly turn the knob and, to your great surprise, it’s unlocked. You slowly open it and look around. The hallway ahead of you is clear and cozily decorated. You pause before tiptoeing your way through and glancing around. There’s a sizzling sound and you freeze. You take a few sniffs and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Blueberry pancakes. You’re smelling blueberry pancakes. You decide that you just need to keep going.

You try to sneak past the kitchen and living room but freeze again when you hear a hearty chuckle. You turn around to see Simon smiling kindly at you. It was weird. It was really, really weird. You stare up at the tall man and look terrified. He takes a few steps towards you and you flinch, prompting a frown from him. Once he reaches your side, he reaches out and gently starts guiding you back to the room that you woke up in. You seem confused that he’s being so soft with you but you’re not about to complain about it. Once you both reach the door, he finally speaks softly, as if he’s afraid that the harshness of his voice and accent is going to scare you even more.

“I’ll finish up breakfast for us, sweetheart. Get changed and I’ll set the table.”

[maliciouscottonball]

Like a Father Headcannons: At König’s House

Platonic Yandere! König x GN!Reader

Word count: 1806

Original Oneshot

AN: I love this idea so much. I’m losing my marbles over it. Anyway, sorry about the lack of actual German words. I speak the German from Germany at home, not German from Austria. They’re really different and I don’t want to mess it up. :,) Thank you very much to @foolphenomenon for beta reading for me!! Also, I’m sending plenty of virtual hugs to my readers. Y’all are so wonderful and I love you!!!!! <3

TW: Yandere behaviors, post kidnapping shenanigans, delusional loser man behavior, somewhat realism, reader in their 20’s, more of the author’s severe daddy issues, infantilization (I guess?)

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König does his very best to gentle parent like in the books he’s read. He knows you’re upset with him and that you won’t think of him as your Papa as quickly as he’d like but he stays patient with you. He hugs you when you get upset and doesn’t let you go until you’ve either calmed down or tired yourself out. He doesn’t like it when you yell at him or insult him but he sees you as a kid, his kid, and he knows that children say harsh things when they’re upset. The hugs serve a secondary purpose as a way to comfort himself and reassure himself that he’s being a good father when you’re mad at him.

Months after your “adoption day,” you had settled in relatively well for being kidnapped. You had realized pretty early on that König wasn’t going to hurt you. He just wanted a kid to call his own and you were unlucky enough to fit all of his criteria. It's definitely not as bad as it could be.

He also bakes an absurd amount. He makes bread, rolls, pies, cookies, cakes, and anything else he even suspects that you could have the potential of craving. He insists that it’s better for you (and it probably is) so he makes almost everything from scratch. That man makes insanely good Semmel (a type of roll) and he loves making sandwiches with it for you like his mother made for him. He packs you lunches to eat for while he's at work and puts them in a tiny mini fridge in your room.

He loves cooking for you. He hums in the kitchen while he makes dishes that he loved as a child for you. He wears an apron that his Oma made for him and lets you sit in the kitchen while he cooks. It looks a bit ridiculous wearing the apron but he likes it. He looks less threatening while wearing old lady floral patterns. He especially loves making Champignon Gebacken (baked mushrooms) for you. It reminds him of his childhood in the mountains when his mother would make it for him. He’ll even go and forage the mushrooms himself before work if he has time! He says that it makes it taste like it was made with more love than usual.

He has to eventually leave on a mission and he’s worried sick about you the entire time. He has his other soldiers under his command that aren’t on missions stop by to feed you and make sure that you’re alright. He gets regular updates from them and he watches the video feed from the cameras in your room when he has time but it’s not enough. He knows that his men aren’t going to hurt you but he also knows that they’re not going to take as good of care of you as he does. It secretly makes him happy that he’s a better cook than his men though. It proves, in his mind, that he’s the perfect father for you. He wishes that he had brought you back to Austria with him so he could have his family members take care of you. They’re a lot like him and would understand the situation better than anyone else. His mother always wanted a grandchild to spoil rotten, after all!

Whenever he gets back from a mission, he always has plenty of treats and presents for you. The first thing he does is take his boots off and then he all but barrels into your room. He’s on the brink of tears when he finally gets to see his precious child again. He holds you in a hug for at least ten minutes before you start to squirm and he remembers what he brought back for you.

He’ll have the softest plushie that he could find for you, new clothes that he thought were cute, and more snacks and treats than you could carry. He also brought books, stickers, new games, and stationery for you and he wants to hear what you have to say about literally all of it. He sits you down with a pen and notebook and makes you tell him everything that you do and don’t like about his presents. He desperately wants to make sure that the next time he has to leave, he gets you things that you’ll like even more.

Eventually, he decides to homeschool you. Are you a grown adult that’s legally allowed to drink? Yes. Is he going to teach you cursive even if you already know how? Also yes. He wants you to learn the history of his country and he wants to be able to read you his favorite bedtime stories from when he was a boy in his native language. He also wants to be able to talk about the books that he likes. He’s not a very good teacher but he’s certainly enthusiastic. He even makes one of those sticker reward charts for every time you get an answer correct. He said that he’d give you a big reward for finishing the page.

He was true to his word. When you wrote enough pages of cursive and told him that the capital of Austria was Vienna about a dozen times, the page was filled up and it was time for your reward. He decided that it should be something educational but still enjoyable. He makes you promise to stay near him and takes you on a nice nature walk through the nearby forest. He loved being able to see how happy you were in the sunlight among the trees. It makes him want to bring you back to Austria even more.

When you inevitably try to sneak off, he sees it as a funny little game that you’re trying to play with him. He excitedly chases you, thrilled that you’re playing tag with him. It’s like you really are a little kid to him. He easily catches you in a bear hug and carries you over his shoulder as he walks back to the trail. He lets you down and pats your head, then insists on holding your hand for the rest of the walk so you can’t run off. He’s incredibly pleased with the three hours that you both spent walking around. It wasn’t actually that long of a path but König insisted on telling you all about every single species on the path and all but waterboarded you every twenty minutes while trying to get you to drink water so you wouldn’t get dehydrated.

The story that he reads to you that night is Hansel and Gretal. He really wanted to make sure that you knew that running off into the woods wasn’t safe. He sternly warns you that a witch is going to catch and cook you alive if you run off in the woods before kissing your forehead and turning the light out like usual as he leaves. He locks the door behind him and goes to his room to get ready for bed himself. 

That night, he couldn't sleep. He was so worried that you’d have nightmares after he said that he had to go check on you. He creeps into your room and stares at you while you sleep peacefully, terrified that you would have a nightmare after what he said. You didn’t, mostly because you’re a grown adult that doesn’t freak out over fairy tales. You woke up to him staring at you and screamed. He took that as a confirmation that you had a nightmare and vowed to never try to scare you with a story again as he all but smothered you in a hug.

He bumped into you one time and knocked you over. He freaked out so badly that you were worried that he was going to faint and that you wouldn't get dinner if he was unconscious. He made you wear clothes made out of puffy material for a week after that, just in case he knocked you over again. He sees you as incredibly delicate, regardless of whether or not it's true, and hates the idea of you getting hurt.

The first time you call him Papa, he cries. He just sits there and hugs you and cries his eyes out. You don't quite understand what's going on and awkwardly pat him on the back. He’s incredibly proud and lets you have more outside time after that.

Whenever you call him Papa, he completely folds and gives you almost whatever you're asking for. He’ll buy or make you whatever you want as long as you acknowledge him as your new father.

König was constantly babying you and trying to make sure that you know how much he loves and cares about you. He loves turning on movies for you and watching you watch them. It's a bit creepy, to be entirely honest.

Speaking of your media consumption, he hesitates to let you watch or read anything that he deems as inappropriate. He thinks that you've seen far too much violence in your life and he doesn't like the idea of you being exposed to any more. He sometimes even skips over violent parts in the fairy tales that he reads to you at night, especially after thinking that you would have a nightmare after he talked about the witch in Hansel and Gretal getting you. He doesn't let you anywhere even remotely near the internet either. You have a lot of books about things like butterflies because he worries about what would happen if you read about anything “scary” while he was at work.

Surprisingly, he doesn't get overly concerned when you try to escape your room or the house on the occasions that he lets you follow him around. He thinks that you're just curious and that you need more things to do. He thinks you're very clever and he's proud of that. He ends up giving you puzzles to do instead to keep your mind and hands occupied. It doesn’t work and you keep trying to escape but he’s just so happy that you’re being significantly less cautious around him.

One time, you hid under your bed and fell asleep there. When he got home, he completely freaked out. It took him a good long while to find you because you weren't responding to him. He cried again when he found you and hugged you on the couch for a solid hour. You were super out of it, didn't understand why he was so upset, and fell back asleep while he held you. König thought it was very cute once he calmed down.

König is basically a broody mother hen in the body of a giant, terrifying man. Overall, he'd be a great parent if he wasn't severely mentally disturbed.

[maliciouscottonball]

Like A Father

Platonic Yandere! König x GN!Reader

Wordcount: 3040

AN: Hey friends! I’ve been craving a cute(?) oneshot about König and it’s been running through my mind for ages. I’m supposed to be writing some final papers but I’m making the executive decision to ignore that. It’s self indulgent and I love it. I am but a mere gluttonous beast when it comes to writing.

TW: Yandere behaviors, drugging, kidnapping, delusional loser man behavior, somewhat realism, software engineering and tech stuff, reader in their 20’s, employment, the author’s severe daddy issues, very brief implication of the idea of SH

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You hadn’t wanted to work for a PMC but the pay was what the bills were demanding. You had your own office and could ignore your coworkers pretty easily. All you really did was keep the wifi on and the necessary websites running. It was a cushy gig and you had a surprising amount of free time. Your bosses praised your dedication to your job and you only rarely had to emerge from the comfort of your office for occasional meetings. The rest of your time was spent either playing cute little games on your phone, reading, or scrolling around through social media.

During your first meeting, you sat at the only empty seat near the head of the table. You were introduced, said your hellos, and just listened to the presentations and discussions going on. Any time someone asked your opinions on a subject, you politely deflected and said that you’d have to get better acquainted with the current systems and that the last person in your position left quite a bit to review. This was met with approving nods and appreciative words. You learned that the guy who did your job before you wasn’t great and that your coworkers were excited to be able to access the internet on a regular basis.

While the others droned on about the logistics of sending soldiers to wherever they were being sent, you took the opportunity to look around the room at your new bosses and coworkers. All of them were grizzled and at least middle aged. You could tell that they were all in the military for their respective countries before coming to work here and, quite frankly, you didn’t want to know the reasons why any of them left. You stood out like a sore thumb in comparison to their crisp uniforms and permanent scowls. Your face was youthful and you lacked the experience that they clearly had. You wore a button up and slacks that you specifically chose for comfort and the notebook you carried had small stickers decorating the cover. You seemed almost childish but it was clear from the notes you took that you were a fast learner.

You decided to take a closer look at the two men sitting next to you. On your right was the head of logistics. He was intimidating but not much more so than the rest of the group. He was frustrated that one of the company’s suppliers wouldn’t be available to drop off his preferred breakfast but quickly came up with a solution thanks to a suggestion from the head of housing.

On your left was a giant man that towered over everyone in the room. He was the head of one of the company president’s preferred teams. You could tell that his advice was highly valued by the rest of the men in the meeting. His face was scarred and his gaze was piercing and analytical when you looked up at him. You could feel him watching you as you quickly looked away and tried your best to listen to the rest of the meeting. You didn’t see the way that the corners of his mouth twitched up into almost a smile.

During your second meeting, you sat in the same spot. The man on your left scared you but what could you do? He had seniority and he only made eye contact. You gave him and the rest of the men in the meeting a polite nod and buried your face in your notes. You zoned out a bit while trying and failing to pay attention, wishing you had given an excuse about needing to recode something to meet quality standards or something else that the bosses would buy. You gave some small updates on what you had done, got your deserved positive feedback, and stayed silent for the rest of the meeting.

Your third meeting went similarly to the second and you made your way back to your office once it was done. You sat at your chair and opened your notebook to review your notes when a small sticker fell out from the page that your bookmark was on. You think hard for a moment about where it could’ve come from before reaching down to grab it. It was a small, pastel yellow giraffe in a cartoonish art style with a holographic glitter background. The first thing you felt was confusion. Where did it come from? Why was it in your notes? Then, you started getting curious. You did every reverse image search that you could think of but there was nothing. You used every applicable keyword imaginable but you still couldn’t find anything.

After a longer time than you’d care to admit, you found an artist with a style that matched the art on the sticker perfectly. It was strange. There was nothing on their website or social media that matched the art on the sticker. It had to have been a custom order that wasn’t posted about. Who would have done that? None of the men at the meeting seemed like the type to buy stickers, let alone hide them in someone else’s notebook.

The week came and went. You had put the sticker on your notebook and promptly forgot about it. It just joined the landscape of cute scenes and creatures on the front cover. During your fourth meeting, you failed to see the way that the scary man on your left’s eyes sparkled with pride at the new addition to your book. That week, you had to do your first in person repair. You went down to the basement and had to plug a cord back into the wifi router for the floor. It was surprisingly easy and almost looked like an intentional unplugging. You brushed it off, figuring that it was a simple mistake or accident.

When you got back to your office, there was another sticker on your keyboard. This time, there was a little note underneath it. You pick up the sticker and peer down at the note. The handwriting was scratchy but it’s clear that whoever wrote it did their best to make it legible.

For your hard work.

You look back at the sticker after a second and observe the details in the drawing. It’s a small octopus with the same style and pastel colors as the giraffe. It has the same background and it’s clear that the same person that made the first sticker made this one too. For a moment, you just stared at the sticker and the note. It would’ve been sweet if you hadn’t locked your office door before leaving and had to unlock it when you got back.

As the months go by, you settle into a comfortable rhythm punctuated by the startling nature of little presents. The notes left with them continued to be encouraging and kind, even as the gifts began to turn into daily occurrences and changed from just stickers to other presents as well. The presents ranged from individually packaged tea bags and small candies to more stickers and the occasional roll of washi tape to tiny stress relieving candles and keychains. You put the notes that were left with them in one of the drawers of your desk and they were beginning to pile up. You find yourself glancing at the notes every once in a while, wondering who they came from.

You’ve been doing very well.

I’m glad that you decided to work here.

I’m proud of you.

It took a while to become comfortable in your role in the company. It took even longer to be able to look the intimidating man from the meetings in the eye. You still didn’t talk much, even at the company parties. You weren’t friends with any of your coworkers but you got along with everyone perfectly fine. You weren’t exactly threatening and you kept everything running smoothly so there wasn’t much conflict.

At least, that’s why you thought you weren’t close with anyone there.

No one talked about the ominous figure that followed you wherever you went in HQ. No one thought to mention the bone chilling looks given to those who said inappropriate things about you or the fact that not even a two week’s notice was given by soldiers who had been with the company for years when they took a joke too far. They disappeared and everyone knew better than to talk about it. They just avoided you at worst and made pleasant comments on your work at best.

To you, the job was getting better and better. You didn’t have to talk to a soul on most days and you only had to sit there and listen for the most part during meetings. You didn’t have a single clue about what was going on and that was the way that König liked it. He got to take care of you and watch over you like a guardian angel. Like a father.

He made sure that you were safe. He made sure that work didn’t stress you out. He made sure that no one said anything unkind to you. He made sure that you had at least something small to look forward to every day. He could afford it. He didn’t have a husband or a wife to come home to. He didn’t have any of the kids that he had dreamed about having since he was a little boy. He remembered staring at the babies he saw with their families and desperately wanting one while he was in school. He remembered watching the men on his teams raise their children and being practically green with envy. He had resigned himself to never being able to raise a child until he was looking through the job applications for the open IT position.

He paused when he read your name and started looking through your resume. It was good and you seemed suited to the job. Then, he read your cover letter. You seemed to be trying your best to be confident and your words were sweet and sincere. He decided to take a closer look at who you were. He looked through all of your social media, both personal or professional, and his heart melted.

You were perfect in every way. You were supposed to be his and he had finally found you. He was finally going to be a father.

Exactly half a year after heavily recommending you to the president of the company, you were grabbing a snack at one of the regularly scheduled office parties. König felt his heart warm when he saw you grab a second cookie from the batch that he had specifically made to suit your taste. You had become much more friendly with him and it had made him very happy. You would greet him in the hallways when you saw him and asked him how his day was when you were early to meetings.

He was used to children being afraid of him and even though he knew that you were a grown adult, the irrational part of his brain made him feel like you were the equivalent of a toddler. He figured that it was how sweet your little eyes were and how small you were compared to him. He knew that he was a scary guy and he was exceptionally proud of you for being brave and talking to him. He couldn’t help but get worried when he saw you heating things up in the microwave or fiddling with electronics. He was very concerned that you could burn or electrocute yourself and it took every ounce of self control that he had to not take over for you and have you sit and wait where he knew you would be safe. His absolute adoration of you and his fear of you getting hurt had helped him to decide that you would finally be coming home with him today. It was like the company had thrown him an adoption party after having such a long and hard road to finally having a child.

He had made sure that you would have the foods that you liked at the party and he made sure to watch over your every reaction to see if you were enjoying yourself. He wanted you to be as happy as possible at all times. He had personally given you a can of your favorite soda to help make you even happier. He smiled to himself when he saw that you finished it off fairly quickly. He knew that waking up in your new room would be a hard change and he had done his best to prepare for it. He had read all of the top books on adopting an older child and on how to make a home feel welcoming. He had spent an obscene amount of money on making sure that your room was painted in the perfect shades and that your bedding was perfectly comfortable. He had even taken up quilting to make sure that your bedspread was exactly what you would like. He had fuzzy blankets and plushies at the ready for when you inevitably had a meltdown or threw a tantrum from the stress of the change. He made sure that the bathroom was stocked with everything you’d need to take care of your hair and skin and that the theme matched your bedroom.

The most important thing that he had made sure to do was to babyproof everything. There was nothing sharp or particularly breakable and everything that wasn’t soft was bolted down. He knew that you would get bored without any games to play so he had gotten old consoles from when he was a child so you could play all day while he was working. He had bolted those down too and made sure that you couldn’t harm him or yourself with anything that he gave you. He had also made sure to give you a desk filled with art and writing supplies, as well as shelves and shelves of books for you to read. He was looking forward to reading you stories from his childhood and seeing what books, toys, and games you would favor when you were finally home with him. He figured that it would be an adequate amount of entertainment until his new kid got settled in.

You were walking to the parking lot from the main building after the party when you started to feel woozy. You stumble a bit before starting to fall, only to suddenly be caught by someone. You feel yourself getting lifted up and look up to see those terrifying eyes that had scared you so much during that very first meeting. There’s something different in those eyes this time. He looks like a kid on Christmas and the last thing that you feel before slipping into unconsciousness is horror.

König chuckles and happily carries you to his car. He hums a song that his grandmother used to sing to him as he opens the door behind his car’s driver’s seat and sets you onto the plush seating. He buckles you in and then tucks a blanket over your lap and a plushie under your arm. He had made sure that the child locks were on, even though he knew that you wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. It was good practice for his new role as your one and only parent. He knew that being a single father would be hard but oh so rewarding and fulfilling. He gets into the driver’s seat and adjusts his mirror to look back at you. He starts the car and turns on some classical music to help you sleep a bit more peacefully. He carefully begins the journey home with you and seems incredibly pleased with himself. It was well worth the trouble of drugging the soda with the proper dose of medication for your body weight and then resealing it without losing any of the carbonation.

As you slowly wake up from your drug induced slumber, you can’t help but cuddle into what you think is your bed at home. The plushness of the mattress is absolutely perfect and your body feels soothed by the comfortable cotton sheets and the weight of the warm quilt. There’s a soft plushie in your arms that you don’t recognize but you’re so out of it that you don’t care. You’re warm and comfortable and something is making your mind feel so, so relaxed. After a few minutes of cuddling, you slowly open your eyes and blink sleepily.

This isn’t your room. This isn’t your bed.

You don’t recognize any of this.

You don’t remember how you got here and it’s starting to scare you.

Before you can truly start to panic, the bedroom door opens and someone enters. Your vision is hazy and you can’t see very well until they get closer but you can tell that they’re carrying something. The person squats down next to you and your eyes start to focus. The person is a man and he reaches out toward you, resting what you now recognize as a tray on his knee. He gently checks the temperature of your forehead with his knuckles before gently stroking the top of your head.

Wait.

You recognize him.

You recognize those eyes.

He smiles down at you lovingly and seems thrilled to bits that you’re finally here with him. He carefully stands up while lifting the tray, towering over you like the imaginary monster from a child’s closet. He sits on the edge of the bed next to you and gently sets the tray down on the nightstand. It’s covered with all of your very favorite breakfast foods and your preferred drinks to go with them. He continues to smile down at you like you hung the sun, moon, and stars in the sky.

“Good morning, little one! You’ve been sleeping for a long time. Papa made you some breakfast. I think you’ll like it very much.” He coos.

You look down again at the plushie in your arms. It looks exactly like the first giraffe sticker that was given to you by a stranger at work.