Would you be willing to write platonic yandere red leader x Child reader (maybe around 4-5)? I was think about the knock knock love post and just thought of it with a child who wants to come out but is scared of punishment so they make him pinky promise them from under the door before they come out. And when they do they just cry into Him! I think ot would be so cute!
You asked for reader, but I left who the kid could be left up to interpretation. They could be Reader, a kid Tord had with Reader or with some one else, or even just a random child Tord adopted.
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Tord leaned against his child’s door, anger long gone. “I promise I’m not mad, sweetpea. Please just open the door.”
He heard shuffling from behind but they didn’t answer. He sighed and sat down with his back against the door. Maybe they needed a few more minutes of silence. He wasn’t exactly… kind when he lost his mind.
It was something he needed to work on. He couldn’t afford to be so hot headed now that he had a child. Although he really did need to make the house more childproof. Seeing his child wave a large knife around nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.
Even more so when they dropped it, nicking their hand in the process.
Tord had rushed for the first aid kit and they had vanished to their room. Anger rushed through him again. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. He needed to stay calm.
“Papa’s not going to punish you, love. I-” A small hand half popped out from under the door.
“Pinky promise?” They asked, pinky stretched out as far as they could get it under the gap between the door and the floor.
“Pinky promise.” Tord latched his metal finger around their pinky and lightly squeezed.
They pulled their hand away and Tord heard the lock unclick.
He rose to his feet and took a step back. They could open the door.
A moment later their door swung open, his child teary eyed and sniffling. He wasted no time in scooping them up to his chest, rubbing their back.
The dam breaks and they wail.
“I’m sorry!” they sob. “I’m sorry!”
“Shhh, it’s okay. What did we learn today?”
“Don’t… Don’t touch things in the kitchen. Without Papa’s supervision.”
“Very good! Now let me see the cut on your hand.”
They complied, holding their hand out for him to see.
Relief washed over him. It wasn’t nearly as deep as he feared. The blood had slowed as well. All he needed to do was clean it and put a bandaid over it.
He kissed their cut and told them, “There, now Papa’s going to make it better. Does it hurt?”
He carried them to the kitchen and sat them down. At the very least, he hoped this taught them to not touch sharp objects.
