(A/N: Been looking at cod fics and i decided to make my own! Sorry if hes ooc) WC: 244 Dad!Simon who doesn’t hold your twins for the first week they’re born. He stares at them, a girl and a boy, all soft and chubby, clinging to you. He’s scared that he’ll hurt them or that they’ll cry at the sight of him. You managed to sneak up on him, shoving the twins into his arms. He tenses, staring at you like you just betrayed him. Until your daughter reaches for him, her hand curling around his finger.

His heart beats faster, and his world narrows on the two in his arms. His babies. Dad!Simon who refuses to let them sleep in their new beds. He doesn’t want them to grow up, and he doesn’t want them to get bigger. They giggle and try to pull away as Simon places them in between you two, not allowing them to leave you both. You protest against them, but your husband silences you with a kiss, making you giggle. You all sleep together, comfortable and cozy.

Dad!Simon who cries on their first day of school. He doesn’t cry when you take pictures of them in the outfits he picked out. He doesn’t cry when you drop them off, but as soon as you both get home, he just breaks. He wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. You stroke his back, reassuring him that they’re going to be alright. They’re just getting bigger.

He doesn’t want them to get bigger.

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother & Newly Turned!Toodler!User

Same user from Emilio's story!!(A/N: thank you for all the support! I'm happy to get this out, and I will release the other siblings too. If you have ideas for the titles for them, please suggest them!!)TWS: Jealousy, manipulation, unhealthy attachment, infantilization, attempted kidnappingWC: 644

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother who’s horribly, horribly anxious. His sire isn’t here, and he’s stressed. Yes, he is the oldest of Emilio’s fledglings, two hundred years as a vampire, but he was still a stressed college student. Still had that mindset. He paces the living room, digging his nails into his arms, stinking up the room with his terrified scent.

“Lu, calm down,” Valeria calls from her spot on the couch, spread out in her robe, nursing a glass of blood. “He’ll be back.” “Two weeks! Two!” He replies, fidgeting with his neck. Their sire is never gone for this long, maybe a good day. Emilio doesn’t like to be away from them.

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother who spends another thirty minutes before he smells his sire’s scent. Cedar, whiskey, and smokey. He rushes to the door while Valeria sighs, crossing a leg over the other. He opens the door, revealing Emilio. He looks perfect, dressed in a nice suit, his eyes landing on him. He smiles and steps in, holding you in his arms. Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother who meets you for the first time. You look sickly, skin pale, cheeks hollowed like you’ve been starved. You’re docile in his sire’s arms. His. Not yours. He probably just pitied you. He decides because you’re not violent like Antonio had been, or crying like Lucia. Usually, Emilio’s fledglings are very emotional.

“Who’s this?” Valeria asks for him, glancing at you. Emilio smiles, subtly tightens his grip, and introduces you, “Y/N. Your new sibling.”

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother whose heart falls at the affirmation. Emilio did turn you; you’re just different. Not like them. Valeria squeals with joy and gently takes you away, rushing off to go dress you up. You don’t fight her, you just follow, curious and innocent. He turns his attention to his sire, who sighs, placing a hand on his back. He relaxes at the touch, letting himself be guided away.

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother who watches you for the first three weeks you’re here. You mostly just hang around Elio, his quiet brother, barely half a century old. You sit on your stomach and draw, kicking your feet. When you look up, you notice him, and he quickly disappears behind a corner, going up to his room.

He has to get you out of the house.

Platonic Yandere!Vampire Brother who knows he’s not supposed to let you out of the house yet. Not just yet. He makes up a lie, an excuse that Emilio wants you to go and get food. You leave, making him smile, making him beam. Finally, he has the house to the way it was. Just them six. Then he feels it—a sharp tug. Something’s wrong.

He rushes out of the manor, his eyes wide. How the hell did you make it into town? He’s lucky he’s a vampire, or else he wouldn’t have gotten to you in time. He hears your scream, terrified and calling for Daddy. Emilio. Who will hear it in a minute. He sees the men tring to hold you down, trying to muffle you.

His mind goes blank. His fangs find the first man, tearing out the man’s throat, blood coating your face. You whimper, trembling. He finishes the second man, who lets out a loud scream. His attention goes to you, shaking, tears in your eyes. His shoulders shake, and he cries to you, holding you close. “I’m sorry!” He cries, burying his head into your neck. You let out choked sobs, unable to form words, your eyes blurry.

Platonic Yandere!Sons!Yautjas & Old!Adoptive Parent!User

(A/N: slowly getting into the Predator fandom…. Things may not seem accurate)

TWS: murder, usual yautja things, attempted kidnapping, reader is said to want children, mild gore, violence

WC:499

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who you found as sucklings, stuck in an escape pod. They were crying, obviously hungry and tired. They crash-landed into your farm, scaring your horses and cows, and so, you came to check it out. You’ve always wanted a baby, but with your infertility, you can’t. And it’s not like there’s anyone near; the nearest town is five miles. You thought of yourself as lucky—two babies.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who grew up on the ranch, learning human ways rather than their culture. You tried the best you could to tell them about their culture, but your knowledge was only so wide. At least their instinct of getting trophies stayed. Your eldest, Za’ta—you can tell by the amount of quills that he was the oldest—presented you with a coyote skull.

You called him ‘Coyote'.’ Your youngest, Ichub, got his name when he dug up a sabre in a cave. ‘Sabre.’ You knew of their Yautja names from the clicks, and your best friend was a xenobiologist who studied Yautja and xenomorphs. Truly, she gave them the names. You remembered spending hours on how to say them correctly.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who got bigger, taller. They trained in your backyard, deep with the forests. They were also sneaky things, using their abilities of stealth and speed to grab things from you and from the kitchen. They liked sweets a lot, always stealing fresh desserts from you. Coyote was bigger than Sabre, much more of a brute than anything else.

They had their own room, once an office, that was used as their “trophy room.” There’s human and animal skulls alike.

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God & Mortal!Teen!Reader

(A/N: I’m finally back!!! Sorry I haven't posted for a while, i just haven't had the motivation. Also my space bar won’t space) TWS: Manipulation, lying, identify theft, murder(?), lung cancer. Reader is said to be neglected by their family. Negligence. The God is referred to with they/it pronouns. God complex.

WC:330

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who disguises itself as an old person. Truly, it took the form of a cafe owner, one in his late fifties. By the looks of it, his were going to die anyways. The process had been quick and simple: strangling him. No one would suspect anyone because there was nothing there. No handprints.

And it’s not like he could’ve told anyone.

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who gets great at making things. It especially likes the pastries; they love sweet treats. It snacks on cupcakes between times, ignoring the looks they get from others. Why should mortals be allowed to judge them?

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who’s near the closing shift, cleaning up everything. The bell above the door rings, and it opens its mouth to shout “We’re closed!” Then it sees you. You’re just standing there, looking exhausted. They hesitate, watching you approach the counter, dragging your weight.

“Can I have tea?” You ask, and suddenly, they can’t bring themselves to say no. They nodded, going to prepare a simple iced tea.

“Are you okay?” They asked, pausing at the sound of their voice. It was rough, low like a man’s. They still hadn’t gotten used to that sound. “Yeah.” You nod, then it decides to strike conversation. The two of you talk until it truly is closing time, but they walk you home. It doesn’t like your parents, it decided.

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who gets excited when you come back and chat with them. Usually, it’s near closing time where there’s barely anyone there. It chooses not to reveal itself to you yet, just enjoying the way your eyes shine when you talk about something.

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo & Neglected!Older Sibling!User

(AN: im back… and then im gonna disappear)

TAGS: It’s Doffy, there’s going to be weird things. Human trafficking, murder, drug trafficking. This may be OOC. It is stated that you ran away and were dating someone. MURDER OF A LOT OF PEOPLE. WC:268

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who’s never really paid attention to you. No one of your family has. Everyone has put you off to the side because you’re the eldest, and you didn’t need much. You always knew that Doflamingo was an odd child, and you knew he hated you for not speaking out against leaving the Holy Land. Not like your father would listen to you.

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who saw that both you and Rosinante were gone when he came back. Both of you. Runaways. When he found Rosi again, all lanky and clumsy than the little brother he once was, he was so happy. Though, in the back of his mind, he always wondered where you went.

Were you happier?

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who found you in some small, nobody town. You looked healthier, laughing alongside someone else. He didn’t even realize it had been you until he heard you talking. He stared at you for a moment, then looked over at Trebol. They didn’t need this town for anything. 

Anyway, love your writing! You're amazing, keep going!

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer & Favourite Model!User

(A/N: planning on making a tag list, please tell me if you want to be in it! Also thank you for requesting!) TWS: Abuse of power, threats, reader is treated as a kid (age is not said), blackmail ALL FRENCH COMES FROM GOOGLE. PLEASE TELL ME IF I AM INCORRET. WC:6111

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who remembered when you first came into her life. You were all timid and shy, clinging to your manager’s arm, scared of everyone. She understood, of course; it was a new place, in a new country. She was kind, much better to you than her reputation to others. You warmed up to her, always chatting with her whenever she was planning out a new outfit or testing you

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who rarely takes clients nowadays. You’re her favorite, why would she want another client? You don’t notice, too caught up with work and fame. She always hovered beside you, she and your manager. She liked your manager, such a sweet man who treated you like his child. It was only reasonable that she married him. You were her muse; you were his world. You were the person of honor for her.

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who always decides your outfits. What you need to wear and what you don’t need to. Yet she knew you were getting older, bigger in some places. She knew the studio knew too. That’s why she wasn’t surprised when she got a request from someone. “Put [.] in this.” With a picture of a rather suggestive piece that left so little to the imagination. She immediately showed your manager, her husband, her Nicolas. They were lounging in their sunken living room, sitting together, doing their own separate things. He glanced away from his paperwork to the photo and spat out his coffee. “Absolutely not!” She said, shaking her head. He nodded while she walked around the house.

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who got quite a shock when she saw your wardrobe. It wasn’t your usual outfits, comfy and modest. There was lingerie, lacy bodysuits, etc. Things meant for someone much older. Her eyes twitched in irritation, then she grabbed the clothes, throwing them into a box. There were two things she despised with all her heart: her designs being touched and people thinking they could decide what needed to be made for her client. Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who went to her boss afterwards, her heels clicking against the polished floors like a ticking bomb. People moved out of her way, seeing the fury on her face. Ignoring the protests of the secretary on how their boss has someone, she slammed open the door, glaring at him. The other man glanced at her, then at her boss, and made the right decision. “Félicité,” her boss began, standing up in his navy, three-piece suit. “I was making an important deal—” She cut him off by simply putting her phone on the table. In the picture, her boss was kissing another man, pinning him against a wall. Her eyes went to his wedding band slowly, raising an eyebrow. He tensed and slowly sat down, his hands clenched into fists. “I suggest you tell people that my client will not be wearing anything scandalous,” she said, and before he could say anything else, she tapped a sharp, manicured nail against the screen of the phone. “Or this gets out to everything. And I’m sure your mon epouse doesn’t need to know about everything.”

Platonic Yandere!Fashion Designer who smiled when he agreed reluctantly, taking away her phone before he could grab it. She walked away from the office and adjusted her jacket, taking her husband’s arm. You were back from your lunch break finally, settled on the couch, looking through the new designs she picked out.

She sat on one side; her husband sat on the other. You didn’t complain, picking at your croissant.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas & Old!Adoptive Parent!User x Matriarch!Fem!Yautja

Part 1

(A/N: all translation comes from the xeno wiki. Please correct me if im wrong) TWS: Typical yautja behavior, courtship form the Matriarch. User is referred as Matriarch by the boys.

WC:255

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who hover behind you, watching you to make sure you’re okay. You’re sweet with their… mother, they supposed. You welcome her into your home and went to make tea. Leaving them alone. Coyote hesitated, wanting to follow you like he was a suckling again. He doesn’t; he;s afraid for his Yautja mother being upset at him. At them. At you.

Matriarch!Fem!Yautja who watched you go into the house. Already all warm and cozy inside. Like it’s lived in.It has. She looked around quietly, her mandibles clicking together. She tilted her head slowly, noticing the toys. Like a suckling was there. Had been there. Her sucklings had been there once, but they’re older.

Yet they also don’t understand their culture that well.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who get stressed and upset when the female Yautja gets into their trophy room. Their trophy room. She observed the skulls, scanning them. As if checking if they were worthy. The Matriarch was still in the kitchen, walking around, looking through the room. Coyote tensed beside his brother when she grabbed one of their prized skulls—a ooman one. The one of the male they killed for harassing you.  Matriarch!Fem!Yautja  who watched you work. She knew the ooman were made to be makers rather than hunters. She, like many others, found it odd. Were they not cherishing you? You seemed important. She decided to speak with you more, seeing how you enjoyed her children. Truly loved them.

She figured that she liked you.

(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.