Warnings: Yandere Platonic behavior, Teen! GN! Reader, unhealthy parenting relationship, Russian traditions, invasion of privacy, slight emotional neglect, possessiveness, and violence. Lmk if I missed anything!!!!
A/N: I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes or weird HCs that aren’t blended in. I haven’t slept in two days, lol. Hope you enjoy :).
It’s something Makarov never truly thought of, safe to say. He doesn’t even know how he should feel or what he should think. It’s a big responsibility for a corrupt world. To teach and hold, have the needed patience. If anything, he rarely has that.
But, he’s also never considered or imagined falling in love again.
Upon doing his investigation, looking at your pictures of the past and present, his heart drums. Trembling hands, cold sweat pricking at the back of his neck as he stared at you—imagining just what it’d be like to connect once for all. It’s a rare opportunity that he can have and one that he dearly takes.
Having Makarov as your permanent father is an intricate dilemma. Not only are you an important asset to many of his enemies, but your life is also incredibly busy. Protected and monitored by his very voice, structure, and eyes.
It’s constantly generated with multiple layers of protection; bodyguards repeatedly following you, escorting you to small venues, and barely registering in your annoyed state. In truth, they have to agree to your father’s terms. They have to. The last time someone even huffed at him in demanding to escort you, had ended up with their tongue detached—a choked, gurgle sound only leaving his lips—mimicking just how far Vladimir would go for you.
A trained chauffeur drives you from place to place; from towns, to the mall, and home. You live under an alias, in a town that’s barely heard of, and speak a majority of Russian. It’s all set up for your safety. You should know that. Your father is rightfully paranoid. Anything and everything is out to get you both.
So it’s no surprise he rarely trusts. There’s no one in the whole world he’d allow to take care of you, except for his babushka medestra.
His governess is the same woman who nursed him throughout his childhood. In hopes of doing the same for you. She’s grown into a wise woman, strict and critical—exactly like him—the two obviously work well together. This woman, having been loyal to his family, both during times of priority and misfortune, has earned his deep respect. The first closest thing to family, and now with you, it’s complete. If anything, he’s deeply grateful for that.
Dad! Makarov uses this chance to let her teach you. Test your knowledge. What propaganda have you been fed, especially about him?
She happily assigns you books to read, boring you with constant berating about social media, and how it’ll fry your brain. Educating you about her native language, traditions she can pass down, and respect. Home education is definite– no ifs or buts.
Her word is law and you find yourself respecting that soon enough. Punishments often occur because of her; feeding Vladimir about you, on how well you can be, but also how of a brat you become. Disrespecting her is insulting your father. Breaking her rules, especially when he’s gone, is humiliating the man.
Sure, she’s strict on expectations but your father is much worse. Perhaps the only thing the two of you can peacefully agree on.
Privacy isn’t a thing. Locked doors, even closed ajar, are met with suspicion. Questioned. If you don’t have anything to hide, why must you crave space?
Sure, you use the example of changing into clothes. Illicit activities, or perhaps even just to have a moment to yourself. But, it never helps your case. Dad! Makarov just narrows his eyes, creased in annoyance. Huffs like a buck. Your privacy is his business, as much as it is yours. Begging will certainly do something, after all, you have him wrapped around your finger—a small fine mumbling out, though it never ends up lasting long enough for relief.
His paranoia only gets worse, the more he’s away from you. It’s weird. His average distant and suspicious behavior turns into a hovering, sappy dog. An ego too high to ask but also craving to engage with you.
It’s certainly a surprise the few times he returns home, hearing his loud footsteps echo as he beelines to your bedroom. Barging in, coming inside to sit on your floor, and taking part with your likes. Hobbies. Anything you enjoy doing whilst he is away. The awkward questions, a hummed response when you answer, only to end up watching you in absolute curiosity.
Despite how confining it can be with his quiet demeanor, it’s a rare show of vulnerability. Of care.
It’s also important to mention that Dad! Makarov gets explosive when it gets interrupted. When arriving home, he slugs off his clothes to take a nice, hot shower, and to rinse off the grime. Blood. Everything that reminds him of what he’s doing for a better cause– for you. A rare smile, only seen in the presence of his kid, emerges.
Any of his soldiers around are shooed off. It’s family time, not about work. The simplest of noises, even a boot squelching on the floor, sends him into a fit of rage. One that isn’t pretty to see.
Dad! Makarov isn’t very affectionate– it’s too uncomfortable. Out of his skin. All he’s known is harsh and brutal doings. But, in time, he learns. Slowly, but surely, he eventually grows to become more supportive physically. Especially in times when you need it.
Pats on the back, shoulder rubs, and kisses on the forehead are his main. Hugs are rare, surely uncomfortable for the two of you with his tight body. But, he tries.
Vladimir doesn’t want a pet. The time and patience are something he can barely register for himself, let alone you, to be able to take care of an animal. Plus, he’s iffy about germs. The idea of cleaning up dog slobber, feces, or fur off the floor makes him gag. The idea of uncomfortable smells makes his skin crawl.
But..., if you want one, he will grudgingly agree.
Holding his breath, puffing out his cheek with a loud sigh, when you bring home a stray/or new pet. Despite how large, small, or unique it is—your signature eyes force him to give in. He hates the damn thing, but he can rarely say no to you. But, cutely, he does learn to love the animal; upon finding him asleep with it on his chest, or back-talking it when it squeaks at him.
Despite his heavy strict outlook, he spoils you rotten.
Shopping trips are more of a therapy session for him than it is for you. He clicks his tongue when you stray too far, fingers hooked tight around your hoodie. You are allowed to get whatever you want, at any price as low as and as high as you deserve the best.
Teaches you self-defense. Guiding you on how to move silently, showing you how to track prey, and drawing you into his arms while showing you. To him, affection is sharing likes—thorough command and loyalty—if you wanna know how to shoot a gun, he teaches you. Throw a grenade? He happily exemplifies you in a video clip. But, in every scenario, he will be better. And sometimes, he will sabotage your weapons just so your father can save the day. Even if the gun nearly nicked your ear, kisses are prepped.
Unfortunately, his Russian traditional outlook often prohibits him from understanding certain things; specifically your emotional outlook, and why you may become overwhelmed.
Dad! Makarov doesn’t understand why you’re upset that he’s moving you for the nth time. He’s protecting you, isn’t that what a father should do?
He doesn’t understand the emotional stress. The heavy burden of leaving your said friends for another state, yet again. Abandoning everything you had built emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. All the hard work you out into, just to be ripped out of your hands. More homeschooling with barely any activity of being left alone.
It’s exhausting, but your father is always there for you, isn’t he?
Platonic Yandere! König x GN! Landscaper! Reader x Platonic Yandere! Graves (& a little Platonic Yandere! Ghost)
Wordcount: 3503
AN: Here’s the free commission for @melancholy-01-muse! She wanted lots of fluff and a willing reader so that’s what she’s getting! It’s a little self indulgent so please forgive that. I miss being outside and gardening. Thank you very much to @luckyfools for beta reading for me!!!!!
TW: Yandere behaviors, drugging, needles, willing user, a disgusting amount of fluff, gardening woes, implied Grönig if you squint, the author hating her jobs and it bleeding into her writings, lots of food, forcefeeding if you squint even harder, the author missing the summer weather, König's being covered in scars, Graves being a little delusional, AU where they all know each other but don't hate each other, reader not really caring about much of anything, infantilization
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You were tired. No, tired didn’t even begin to cover it. Exhausted didn’t cover it either. It was eight in the morning and you were driving to your first client’s business to plant some decorative trees and flowers. Your work truck rolled up to the security checkpoint and you presented your ID, grimacing when the guard started attempting to make small talk.
After getting through the checkpoint, you managed to confirm where the trees are supposed to go thanks to the lieutenant that always supervises you on base. You think he's creepy but you're not about to tell him that. He's scary looking and never takes off his mask but he always has a cold drink and a snack for you when you need it. It wasn't an exception for that appointment.
You were drenched in sweat and most of the trees had been planted, though they all still needed a good watering and some mulch. He gave you a bottle of lemonade this time and you downed it in one go. You couldn't even thank him for it as the world started spinning instantly. You stumbled like a water buffalo that had been hit by a tranquilizer dart and were about to fall until the lieutenant caught you. The last thing that you remember seeing was the way that his eyes crinkled up into a smile before you passed out.
You looked up at the ceiling with hazy eyes when you finally woke up and as they began to focus, you recognized two faces looking down at you. There was the weird Colonel from the international PMC who always tried to feed you and asked your opinions on recipes that he was trying. There was also the overly friendly CEO of the other PMC in the area who always tried to get you to sit in his air conditioned office and tell him about your hobbies. You always figured that it was just a weird recruitment method but this was going way beyond the usual.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright. It’s okay! You’re safe, kid! Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Relax for me, okay?” Graves said softly as he put his hand on your back and gently tried to keep you from getting up too fast.
“Where am I…? Where are the trees…?” You questioned groggily, squinting up at him as your eyes adjusted.
“You’re home! You need to rest and this is the best place to do it. You need to just relax. You’ve been working so hard and you need time to recover. You don’t have to worry about your job anymore. We’ll take care of you.” He said warmly.
“Oh, thank God.” You muttered before flopping back down onto the mattress, pulling the covers over yourself, rolling over, and shutting your eyes.
Phillip paused and blinked for a few seconds before smiling. That was a lot easier than he was expecting. You didn’t ask any questions and spent the next six hours asleep.
When you woke up again, it was König sitting next to you on the bed. He wasn’t as intimidating when he was in civilian clothes. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d probably be surprised. He was softly petting your head and looking down at you with the most adoring expression that you had ever seen.
“Are you warm enough?” He asked quietly, continuing to gently pet your head.
“Yeah…” You groaned, nuzzling back into your pillow.
“I think that you are lying. Wait here.” He said in a voice that could almost be called stern if not for the affection dripping from it.
He left the room for a few minutes while you lazily dozed, not bothering to move. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had gotten so much rest, let alone in such a soft and comfortable bed. The sheets were cotton and so soft that they felt like woven clouds. The comforter was fluffy and a pastel version of your favorite color. The mattress felt like you were being cradled by the softest flower petals. The aches and pains in your body were entirely gone and strangely enough, you felt perfectly hydrated. When König came back, he was carrying the biggest knit blanket that you had ever seen in your entire life.
“I made this. It will keep you warm.” He said simply as he covered both you and the entire bed in the blanket, making sure to tuck you in further during the process.
You grunted your thanks and returned to your nap, unaware of the prideful expression on your second captor’s face.
The third time that you woke up, it was to the tantalizing scent of breakfast. After sleeping for more than 24 hours total, you were hungry. You yawned and stretched before clamboring out of bed. You barely acknowledged that you were dressed in the softest pajamas you had ever worn as you stumbled out of the door and towards where you heard voices speaking and food sizzling. You didn’t even notice the bandaid over the IV needle mark on your arm. All you wanted was food.
You wandered into the kitchen in a daze. König was working on adding frosting to some fresh pastries that had just finished cooling and Phillip was working on cooking up a classic Southern breakfast with grits, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs. They didn't seem to notice you until Phillip turned to grab his coffee mug. His eyes widened when he saw you standing in the entrance and he seemed worried as he rushed over to you.
“Oh, sweetheart! We didn’t think that you’d be up yet. Why are you out of bed? We were going to bring you your breakfast.” Graves said, abandoning the stove to guide you to the kitchen island. König muttered something rude under his breath as he abandoned the pastries he was frosting to keep the eggs from burning. Once they were done, he carefully plated your portion of food and brought it over to you with ketchup and a fork.
You didn't have the chance to reply as König shoveled a forkful of eggs into your mouth.
“What do you say to your Papa for bringing you your breakfast?” Graves said, motioning to König.
“Uhhhh… What…?” You replied between chews.
“I'm your Dad and he's your Papa. Don't you get it, kid? We're taking care of you for a reason, sweetheart.” He cooed, gently rubbing your back. He was clearly trying to ease you into the idea as best as he could.
You stared at him for a moment, slowly chewing your food as you thought about the situation. You swallowed your bite and shrugged before grabbing the fork from König’s hand.
“Yeah, okay, whatever. As long as I don't have to work anymore.” You said much more casually than you probably should have.
Phillip and König shared a concerned look. They were probably pitying you or something but you were busy eating the food in front of you. You didn't really care. You were just happy to not have to break your back working for next to nothing. König carefully filled a glass with orange juice for you and put it in front of you.
“Have more. You never drink enough, Schatzi.” He said softly.
“Sick, thanks.” You said as you took a sip.
“Do you really not… You're just… You're fine with this…?” Phil said, looking at you with a hopeful expression.
“Dude, I don't know if you understand how much I hate my job. Like, it sucks. I got into it because I love gardening but all I do is get yelled at by clients and supervisors on power trips and work myself half to death for barely enough money to make ends meet. This is way better. I can't even remember the last time that I had time for a breakfast like this.” You answer with a shrug.
They looked both relieved and stunned.
Once you're done with breakfast, Phillip brings you to the living room and turns on a children's movie. König had gone back to icing the pastries that he made earlier. You get bundled in a blanket on the couch and don't particularly seem to mind. Phil seems happy to snuggle you as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, gently rubbing your back and occasionally pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He looks down at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.
“Can I have my phone now?” You ask about halfway through the movie.
Phil’s hand stops.
“Your phone was… Disposed of. We couldn't have it tracking you on your way here.” He said after a moment of thinking of a tactful way to phrase it.
You give him a dirty look.
“I saved up for months to get that. You better get me a new one.” You mutter quietly before nuzzling back into his chest.
Graves practically melted. It was the first bit of physical affection that you had shown him and he was over the moon about it. If you wanted a new phone, you would get it. You were too cute to not buy things for. By the time König was done with his pastries, you were fast asleep on Phil's chest.
“My poor little one…” König says quietly as he scoops you up into his arms. “Such a big change for such a sweet little thing.”
He carries you back to your bed, ignoring the look that Graves gave him for stealing you away, and sets you down before climbing under the covers with you. He tears up a little as you unconsciously cuddle closer to him, seeking out his body heat. He's so used to others avoiding him because of his height, build, and scars that your simple sleepy attempt to steal his warmth is almost too much for him. He holds you as close as he can without squishing you and watches you sleep, occasionally dozing off himself.
Phil is still in the living room while you sleep, carefully figuring out what activities to do with you next. He knows that you probably miss your electronics and thinks for a bit. He decides that video games are probably the best way to help you bond with your new fathers while still giving you a bit of independence.
“It's just Papa, Schatzi. It's okay.” König whispers as you start to wake up. He continues to hold you until you sit up, desperately wanting to keep contact with his new child. All he had ever wanted was right here in this house and he didn't want to ever let go.
“What time is it, Papa…?” You ask as you rub your eyes.
König doesn't answer. He practically crushes you in a bear hug and doesn't let go until you tell him that you need to go to the bathroom. He waits outside the door for you to be done after he releases you, giddy with delight from you acknowledging him the way that you should. He fusses over you when you get out, dragging you over to the closet to have you help him pick out an outfit that you won't mind wearing. After you change into equally soft clothes in the bathroom, he brings you to the living room to do the activity that Graves had set up.
He was waiting with an old game system set up on the TV as well as a few handheld devices with more game cartridges than König had thought was reasonable when they were shopping for different entertainment methods. Phillip prided himself on spoiling you so he loved the way that your eyes went wide when you saw what he had for you. König didn't miss his smug grin but you were too busy looking through the games to notice.
After a dozen rounds of a multiplayer racing game, you settle in on one of the couches and begin playing a game that you had always wanted to try on one of the handhelds. Both König and Graves can't help but love the way that you look when you're so focused on the toy in your hands. They settle in on either side of you, one rubbing your back while the other offers some encouragement during the more difficult parts of each level.
The peaceful atmosphere is interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Phillip is the one to get up and get the door. You hear him exchanging words with another man, a bit of laughter, and then two pairs of footsteps approaching the living room. You recognized the eyes of the man that walked into the room as the lieutenant that had given you the lemonade. You side eye him from your position on the couch, clearly displeased that he's around you again.
“Sweetheart, Uncle Simon's here to visit. He wants to see how you're settling in.” Phil says softly. This was the first time that you had shown any true resistance to your current situation and he wasn't about to make it worse.
“Okay. I'm not drinking anything he gives me though.” You say, looking back down at your game.
König snorts in amusement and Phil rolls his eyes.
“Very funny. That was a necessary evil. He's not going to give you any more meds in your drinks or food unless you decide to misbehave and become out of control.” Phil says firmly, though you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Do I look out of control to you, old man?” You mutter as you continue tapping away at your game.
“I think they need a snack. Their blood sugar is probably getting low by now.” König says before walking off to the kitchen and coming back with a cherry jam filled pastry.
“Feeling better, kid?” Simon said softly as he stood at the foot of your bed with a gift bag in hand.
“No thanks to you. I bet you're banned from every club in the county for spiking people's drinks and selling them off to desperate weirdos.” You grumble.
“They'll be nicer once they've eaten.” König says, lifting you up like a baby and ignoring your squeak of surprise and protest. He holds you like a child as he starts feeding you the pastry. It's delicious, much to your dismay. You settle down and begin to willingly eat after a few moments. König knows that it'll take you a while to get used to being babied but he's glad that you're fairly accepting so far. You glare at Ghost as you eat your pastry.
“It's alright. I'd be cranky too if I were them. I can't blame them too much.” Simon says with a small smile. It's obvious that he thinks that your sassy attitude is adorable.
Phil frowns at that. He doesn't think that you're cranky. You're his precious child, not one of his poorly mannered recruits.
“They're adjusting and hungry, Simon. Not cranky.” He attempts to clarify
“Sure. I brought the kid a present to say sorry. I felt bad for giving them such a high dose.” Ghost says, brushing off Phil's words like they mean nothing as he presents the bag to you.
You look at him suspiciously before your curiosity wins out and you look inside. Within the confines of the sparkly paper, there's a stuffed animal version of your favorite dinosaur as well as a king sized version of your favorite candy. You pull them out and look them over, unable to hide your approval of gifts. You look back up at him and seem a little ashamed of how you were just speaking to him.
“Thank you… Sorry for being rude.” You say quietly.
“It's okay. Like I said, I don't blame you. Your Dad says that you're settling in well. Much better than expected, if I do say so myself. I thought that your Papa would have to tie you down to get you to let him hug you like that.” Simon says in an amused tone.
“It's not bad here. I don't have to work or cook and I can sleep as much as I like. Dad and Papa are nice.” You respond hesitantly, holding onto König's shirt as he continues to cradle you in his arms.
Ghost doesn't miss the way that the other men's expressions soften even more at your words.
“Hm. Doesn't sound bad. Why were you mad at me for bringing you here then?” He asks teasingly.
“I… You drugged me…! I'm allowed to be mad about that!” You sputter indignantly.
Simon laughs, his voice as raspy and deep as always.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He says and lays down on one of the other couches.
“What are you doing?” Graves asks, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Settling in. My leave got approved. I'm staying to make sure that the kid's alright. Need to make sure that they don't mind their new family.” Simon explained.
“And you expect to stay here?” Graves questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep. I got you the kid. I get to stay. You both owe me.” Simon stated matter-of-factly.
Phil looked like he was about to blow a blood vessel but König wasn't really paying attention. He was much too busy wiping crumbs off of your face and setting you back down on the couch. He puts a blanket over your lap and smiles as you go back to playing your game. You open the wrapper of the candy bar and slowly begin eating it as you work through the next level.
“If you're going to sleep, do it in the guest room. I don't want the kid to have to deal with your lumberjack snores.” Phil relented.
The next few hours went fairly well. Ghost went to the guest room to sleep and didn't cause any more problems. You played your game and Graves brought you a sandwich for lunch. You got snuggled and loved on by your new family. You got head pats whenever they walked by and your cheeks gently pinched like a Grandma after you had finished eating. König and Phil were both grateful for how easily you were accepting your new life. You were grateful to be unemployed without any bills again.
In the evening, while König was cooking dinner, you decided to ask him a question. You were sitting at one of the bar stools at the kitchen island and were playing a different game on a different handheld. You set the console down on the countertop and speak quietly. “Why me?”
“What do you mean, Schatzi?” He asked.
“Why would you pick me to be your kid?” You clarify.
König looks over at you like you’re stupid as he stirs the stew that he’s making.
“Have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re perfect. You are small and soft and very, very sweet. You are a good child.” He says simply.
“I’m a fully grown adult.” You reply.
“You can tell yourself that. Now, taste this.” He says offering you a steaming spoonful of the stew. It’s tasty and rich and you know that a full bowl of it is going to make you drowsy with how comforting and heavy it is. Dinner that night is one of the best you’ve had in years. Not only is the food good but the company is surprisingly nice as well. Your bowl is filled to the brim and you have an extra plate full of thick slices of warm, fresh bread. You sit between your two new fathers and across from your new uncle. The vibes around the table are warm and friendly and the air is filled with laughter. If you had forgotten the events leading to you staying here, you could fully believe that this was your actual family.
After dinner, it’s time for another movie. It’s a cozy one this time, not one that you recognize but one that you enjoy watching regardless. Simon falls asleep on the armchair five minutes in and snores so loudly that Phil has to turn up the volume of the TV. You’re bundled up under another blanket that König had made. He’s knitting while sitting next to you, the gentle clicking of the needles adding to the soothing atmosphere. Phil is sitting at your other side and gently petting your back as you lean against him. He seems perfectly content to be sitting with you like this. You’re nice and warm and feel surprisingly safe.
This definitely isn’t the worst outcome from being kidnapped. Between the friendly faces that continue to be kind to you, the good food, the cozy entertainment, the lack of responsibility, and the softness of your new bedding and clothes, you feel fairly content. It’s not often that you get doted on like this. You sigh happily as you keep watching the movie, enjoying the combination of physical contact and gentle treatment. Things could definitely be worse. I mean, you could be going to work tomorrow.
Early accounts sourced from a Japanese internet forum circa 2007- The Ningen. A gigantic man shaped whale like creature that stalks the frigid waters of the South Pole. First to be sighted in the early 2000s by Japanese whaling ships illegally hunting in the Antarctic water. For a creature so large it seems to be extremely skilled at evading human eyes. Some blurry evidence from underwater cameras hinted at its existence from time to time but researchers still lack any concrete evidence. The creature’s white beluga like skin tone suggests it evades detection by camouflaging with giant underwater icebergs, perhaps even pretends to be chunks of floating icebergs, making the search for the Ningen’s illusive figure even more difficult in an already harsh environment.
Price: Dead eyes, he looks like he's going to kill someone. He's mumbling. Do not ask him to repeat himself unless you want his frustrations taken out on you verbally. Has had four cups of coffee and a pack of cigs. Don't look him in the eye.
Soap: He can't keep focus, what is he even looking at? Trails off in the middle of talking. No, he probably won't finish that thought, better luck next time. He has been chewing on his hoodie drawstrings, don't let him swallow them, please.
Ghost: Has been staring at the spot on the wall for the last twenty minutes without blinking. Is he dead? Or sleeping with his eyes open? Either option is possible. Don't touch him, he will bite. Have tea as an offering.
Gaz: Looks like he's about to cry. Nothing productive has come from him since the flight landed. Don't ask him to do anything because it won't get done. Yes, he heard you. No, he will not respond.
Nik: Has been laughing to himself. Did he fly here? Yes. Is he flying back? No his keys are being taken from him, he's passing out in hanger in the back of his bird. Will be mistaken for dead later.
Laswell: She's talking fast but she is not making as much sense as she should. Frustrated, she has her head in her hands. Will fall asleep like that. No, she doesn't want a cup a tea, she wants concentrated caffeine injected into her veins, fuck off.
Graves: If looks could kill... His hair is sentient, he has not touched it since they got to exfil. Southern charm? No, southern sarcasm. He requires thirteen hours of an uninterrupted coma and a pot of coffee.
Alejandro: Incredibly argumentative. Personal space? He doesn't know what that is, doesn't care. Don't be fooled, he's going to start crying if he can't get to a bed in a pitch black room soon.
Rudy: Sarcasm to the max, will make someone cry. If he doesn't answer the first time then don't repeat yourself. He will bitch until he gets to curl up in bed. Don't touch him if you value any and all of your fingers.
Farah: Trying to be overly friendly because she doesn't want to unintentionally upset someone while exhausted. Will say something bitchy then immediately apologize. Please get her some coffee.
Alex: On autopilot, isn't all there. He can go for another two days before passing out. Don’t let him do that. Will say something batshit and then move on without acknowledging it. He's talking to the clowns, do worry about it.
On notes of cherry and ice and everything nice, Im currently thinking about Nikolai and Rudy being absolutely shameless about how much they love their partners.
Nik, as I've said, shoves his hands up John's tits to 'warm his hands' (he once walked out in russian winter wearing only a t shirt while John was freezing his tits off). He pulls him in by the belt loops for a kiss when they've touched down on base.
Nik likes touching John, kissing the soft spot behind his ear just to hear the soft mewls from John. If he could, he would like to dedicate a day showing John why he loves him so much.
This gets worse when Nik acts cocky around John, just to provoke him. He'll whisper filth into the man's ear while they are in the garage, smiling as the man shudders.
Rudy is more subtle, but he's just as shameless though. He likes touching Ale, palming his hand on the man's bulge whenever he can. He likes seeing the man hot and bothered for him, making out sloppily with him in some janitors closet later on.
Rudy also lounges around Ale's apartment in nothing but sweatpants, the kind he saw him eyeing Gaz in days ago. Either way, Alejandro is still sitting between Rudy's legs after.
It's all in the eyes, they say. And Ale seriously fucking hopes that's true. Because seeing Rudy stare at him with far too much intention in his eyes before looking away might be too much for him to handle.
I truly, fully believe that these two are deviants. Fucking deviant's guys.
Something something grace giving a super quick and embarrassed crash course on human reproduction as part of his ‘human biology’ classes on Erid, mentioning offhandedly that mating is often very energy intensive, active and humans can vocalise quite a bit and sweat quite a lot during it. Most Eridians don’t think much of this as Grace, and by extensions all humans, are already quite leaky and energy inefficient anyway.
That is until the temperature settings in Grace’s biodome start to fail a little and Rocky and Adrian come face (or carapice) to face with a scantily clad, sweaty grace who’s panting and whining lots all of a sudden.
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