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Platonic Yandere!Baker & Teen!Homeless!User

TWS: drugging, drugs in food, kidnapping, beating, user is said to be a very kind person!!

WC: 607

Platonic Yander!Baker who sees you during the winter, lanky and shaking, staring at the glass. You were drooling over the freshly baked pastries, and with his soft heart, he let you have a custard-filled donut. The way your eyes light up at the taste, at the smell, makes his heart pound. Not in an odd way.

Platonic Yandere!Baker who offers you a job, part-time, pays well, just so he can see you more. You’re young, but you’re the right age to get a job. You also get extra treats, which you had been so happy about. He keeps you up front, with the customers, since you seem… relatively good with them. You’re cheery, far better than he was with customers.

Platonic Yandere!Baker who hates to see you go home. Why can’t you just stay with him? He’s offered so many times, yet always, you decline. You didn’t want to burden him more than you already have. Why can’t you see you’re not? Why can’t you see that he loves you? That he needs you?

“You’re not hurting me if you come over,” he says to you one day while you’re stuffing your face with cake. He hands you a napkin, seeing the icing on the corner of your mouth. “I mean, I live alone.” “No, I’m fine,” you reassure after thanking him for the napkin, making sure it lands in the trash. You’re so perfect, so sweet and kind, that he just wants to lock you away and never let anyone see you. They don’t deserve your kindness if they let you just sleep on the streets.

“Alright,” he whispers, going back to cleaning.

Platonic Yandere!Baker who panics when you don’t come one day. He keeps glancing at the door, hoping you come in, the fresh pastries he makes every day getting cold on the counter. He waits and waits and waits, getting snappy at the customers. He doesn’t care at that point. Where is his darling? Where are you? He leaves when he finally closes up, looking for you. His feet drag him to the alley you most frequent. Then he sees it—a group of boys, high schoolers by the look of it, hovering over your bleeding, bruised form. One of them spits on you while another holds your head against the cement with his foot. He snaps, lunging for the boys, treating them the same way they treated you. Camille breathes heavily afterwards, watching the boys run, calling him psycho, but he just turns to you. You stare at him, fear and appreciation in your gaze. He drops to his knees and hugs you, and you wrap your arms tightly, like you never want him to let go.

He won’t.

Platonic Yandere!Baker who takes you into his room and into a room, already made for you. You don’t question why he has a room for you, why he has all of your interests everywhere, why he knows your shirt size. You just collapse on the bed and let him clean you up, cooing at you. Somehow, you manage to sleep, lulled by his soft, sweet nothings. He smiles, but it’s not the usual kind one you know.

He drugs your food, just enough to make you calm, sedative. He’ll stop when you stop fighting him. He sits on the edge of your bed and just watches you as you eat. He hugs you as you start to get sluggish, his chin on top of your head. When you fall asleep again, he kisses the top of your head.

“Finally have you, baby,” he whispers to himself, to the dark room.

(A/N: writing this during vacation. anyways the spark dna test is something i thought of because the spark of a sparkling is technically the dna of the parents(?)) TW: Kidnapping, possessive, attempted brainwash, Megatron does not know that you’re his sparkling. Alongside that, nothing medical is right in here. WC:463

 Megatron had you checked on by Knockout before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure you were healthy enough to be his heir. You were strapped to a metal table, squirming, cursing at him that you would kill him. He loved that fire inside of you. He simply waved his servo, playing you off. He could barely move, let alone kill him. 

Your frame is smaller than most Cybertronian—shinier too. Which he could tell Knockout was jealous. You must’ve recently gotten your alt mode, yet he’s not worried about it. It’s almost second nature for a Cybertronian to be used to their alt mode.

“They’re quite unruly, Lord Megatron!” Knockout commented, to which you cursed at him. He gasped and placed a hand on his chassis. 

“You afthole!” You hiss, wiggling, trying to get free. They may have to sedate you. Again. “Let me go! Optimus will come for me!” 

Megatron chuckled and shook his head, “Aw, does the poor sparkling want their carrier?” Your optics narrowed, the rings spinning. They narrowed into little dots, looking more like himself than he realized. As you kicked him in the leg, he regretted not restraining your legs. You bared his denta at him and threatened him again and again. He sighed, his sharp digits pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “Sedate them,” he grumbled. Knockout nodded, a little giddy about it, considering how you scratched his paint a bit. 

Megatron walked away and towards the console, staring at it. Your vitals were pulled up, checking the rate of your spark and any injuries. You had minor damages to your frame, but he was… confused. You were smaller than most sparklings. Smaller than Bumblebee. Had you not been developed properly? He turned his head back to his medic and gestured for him to open your spark chamber. This won’t hurt, and you won’t feel it; it would be fine. He took a bit of your spark, watching your frame jerk before you went still again. He pivoted back to the console and put it in a small, square, metal tray. The console took but a few, then the CNA appeared.

Optimus Prime’s CNA, of course. He stared at the strand, then his gaze went to the other part. The sire’s. Him. He froze, his clawed servos digging into the desk. He was your sire, and Ori—Optimus didn’t even think to tell him? He stared at the screen , glanced at your slumped form, then at Knockout. He jerked his helm for him to go, turning his head back to the screen.

Perhaps, if he was to take Optimus again… they could be a family. Megatron, Optimus, and you. A grin came to his face before he stepped away. Yes, he wanted that. Wanted a family.

Like, readers dragon to yan's dragon and vice versa. And yan's dragon to reader as a rider and vice versa

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s Dragon x Platonic Yandere!Dragon & Newly Dragonrider!User

TWS: jealousy, possessive dragon, thats it(A/N: Sorry for not posting as much, im stumped with finals and i havent had any ideas. This is shorter than my usual one)

NOTE: YOUR DRAGON IS REFERRED AS THEY/THEM. I TRIED TO MAKE THEM AS VAGUE AS POSSIBLE

WC: 298

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s dragon who sees you for the first time when you’re training. You swing a sword easily, grin at everyone. She sees the way her rider watches you, like you’re a hatchling, and he’s the big dragon that needs to protect you. Truly, she understands with the bond, but she knows you don’t need protection; your beast is a true creature.

Platonic Yandere!Dragon who’s always protective of you, always hovering over you. In the back of his mind, they feel you move around through the bond. They watch you constantly, and you don’t even know. The’ve lost many of riders, mostly from battles, so they refuse to leave you alone. They refuse to let you die. They will face death itself if it means you will be safe in their wings.

Platonic Yandere!Dragonrider’s Dragon who doesn’t go near you. She knows of your dragon, and she knows how possessive they are. She has her own rider to deal with, with his arrogant personality and his flare of dramatics. However, he is her rider, and she will defend him. She growls at others during battles, but she lets you hit him. Sometimes her rider needs to put in his place. Platonic Yandere!Dragon who gets defensive of you in flight. It’s the only time they can’t protect you the most, so you have to defend yourself. Through the bond, they can feel when you’re distressed, and they feel their ping during a night flight. They look up and meet the dragon’s underbelly of the boy who’s been chasing you. They growl at the boy, then he offers a race. A race to the death. They take off, ignoring your spiking heartrate. They need to get away from him; they need to make sure you’re safe.

Question tho-

Are we just some random sparkling that Optimus found one day? Or was maybe sent to him by some other autobots on Cybertron...or maybe... We are his actual sparkling but Megatron doesn't know that because he never knew Optimus was carrying...

THIS DRAMA HAS ME CLUTCHING AT MY SHIRT BRO-

Sorry for my bad grammar