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This blog is dedicated to familial/platonic yandere and forced agere writing! Mostly ocs but there are a few fandoms I'm willing to attempt as well. Reader is either gender neutral or masc
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Definite fandoms: Stardew Valley, Date Everything, Welcome Home, Smile For Me, Great God Grove, and Transformers Prime
Fandoms I'm a little more unfamiliar with: Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me, Batman/Superman, Pokémon, Percy Jackson (currently reading), and Hades (I haven't played the second game yet!)
Deeper than water - Platonic Yandere! Android x reader
(TW: Death of a parent, self mutilation and the use of it as a manipulation tactic)
Grief has taken its toll on your father.
"You still haven't touched your dinner, dear." The thing across the table attempts to smile, grabbing your plate to cut the meal into smaller pieces, as if they haven't done that five times already since you sat down. What was once meat and potatoes is starting to look more like slop with how deconstructed it has become, unappetizing even if you weren't already sick to your stomach.
It's been a little over three months since your mother passed away, and yet she's still here. Made of artificial skin and metal instead of flesh. They should be a perfect copy, and appearance-wise, they're the spitting image of her.
"I thought you liked this dish? I made it exactly how the recipe said…" But that's where the remembrance ends. They don't know that your mom learned to cook from watching her mother, or how dinner was always slightly bland because she was scared of making it too salty. "How about I make something else instead? I'll even let you have ice cream-"
"Where's dad?" You mumble, cutting off their nervous rambling. They've been doing that a lot lately; it must be a bug in their programming. Pacing back and forth mindlessly, cleaning the same thing over and over, there was even one night you woke up to them hovering above your bed. "He promised he'd be home."
His word doesn't mean much anymore, but you can't help hoping that he'll keep it this time. You rarely get to see the man with how he's always locked up in the lab, somewhere that's been forbidden for you to enter as long as you can remember.
"Busy, you know how he is, honey." The knife they had been using makes a horrible screech as they halt, expression going dark for a moment before it vanishes. Now much more meek, they start to clear the table. "He cares, he really does. Give him some grace, okay?"
Resentment starts to taste bitter on your tongue.
Give him grace? When he's practically abandoned you? Left you alone with a faulty machine? Where's your damn grace for putting up with all this bullshit?
It must show on your face because they quickly try to backpedal, although there's no way to salvage the conversation. "I-I didn't mean.. you're dealing with a lot as well, I'm not diminishing that-"
They flinch when you rise out of your seat so hastily that it topples over, reaching for your hand with trembling fingers.
"Please, baby.."
"Shut up," You can't take it anymore. You hear your mom's voice, but she's not there to comfort you. All you have is a cheap imitation that doesn't even work, that only exists because your father refuses to face reality. You never wanted this. "Stop it. You aren't… you're a disgrace to her memory, I hate having to look at you and seeing her!"
The kitchen goes completely silent aside from your laboured breaths.It's eerie without the constant hum of the fridge or other electronics; an overhead light flickers momentarily before the bulb fizzles out into nothing.
Carefully, a fork pierces their cheek. The small wounds grow larger as they peel away their skin, tearing it off when it reaches the corner of their eye in a bloody mess. Blood, not oil. What is oozing down their face is strickenly red; it could fool you into thinking it's organic.
"I'm sorry," they stumble forward, leaning over your frozen form with a sniffle. "Momma will fix it. I just want you to be happy, that's all." Their hands leech all the warmth from your body when they cup your cheeks. "You're upset, right? You can take it out on me, I'm a thief, I deserve it."
Clearly, whatever is wrong in their system is detrimental. You have no idea what to do other than try to prevent the android from injuring themself further and wait for your dad, however long that will take.
They gasp when you wrap your arms around them, returning the hug with almost bruising strength.
"You're such a sweet kid.. you'll see, we'll be a family again, I'll make sure of it."
Not a twitch of your fingers, not a blink, not the usual rise and fall of your chest although you must be breathing, nothing at all. A prisoner in your own body, at first, you would have thought it a blessing compared to death. Not anymore.
It isn't that you can't feel; in fact, you feel entirely too much. The air is sickeningly sweet, cloying nectar and flowers. The fabric of the clothes you have been dressed in is stiff and itchy. The birds and insects sing so loud you fear it'll cause your ears to bleed. There is nothing that doesn't seem to cause you agony.
None of that matters now, it would seem.
"No! No! No!" The following crash shakes the room, glass shattering across the floor in a shimmering display. "It isn't fair! They always take what's mine…"
Briar trembles so hard that he might fall over, one arm wrapping around himself as he throws the mirror aside.
"Stupid, stupid.. No one remembers that I'm just as important as they are…" As quickly as anger led him to lash out, it seemed to fizzle out like a flame. The young prince falls into gutwrenching sobs, the weight of them echoing off the walls. It's a little pathetic watching someone who's supposed to be regal practically drag themselves across the floor and then onto the bed, but when he lays his head in your lap, he looks like nothing more than a boy.
"You understand, don't you?" It almost sounds like Briar is begging; the pleading in his gaze nearly enough for you to feel a pang of sympathy for him despite the circumstances. "I just want Father to love me the same, that's all."
He pouts when silence is his only answer, letting out a heavy sigh as if you're the one burdening him. Briar sits up, pressing his forehead to yours. "You may speak, comfort me, only do not run."
Your head rings as your body snaps into motion, drawing him into a hug no matter how it sets your skin ablaze. "It's alright.." Is that your voice? You can barely recognize it. "I won't leave you."
"You must mean it," he mumbles, nuzzling further into your embrace. "Promise me, cross your heart or whatever you humans do."
This feels more damming than anything before, and when Briar peeks up at you again, tears are trickling down your cheeks.
"Oh.." Delicately, the fae wipes them away. "You weep for me? How kind." A kiss is pressed against your forehead, "We can be each other's. Nothing will steal you away, I swear it just as you do."
GAH- I'M IN LOVE WITH THE PLATONIC YANDERE FARM YOU WROTE-
But I'm curious- is the platonic yandere (or Yandere's) only dog Demi-Human's? Wondering because I immediately imagined that the 'herd' was some normal sheep and some sheep demi's
Lucky and Duke are the only dog hybrids! There will be many more demis than that (sheep, cows, maybe even horses). I'm planning on doing side stories with some of them so that everyone gets plenty of love :]
Sup, I'm in love with your first fic. I really like how you just introduced us to the world without explaining more than necessary and had us finding out/assuming things- the story itself is also pretty interesting, I'm really looking forward to a second part
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Thank you so much for your kind words! I was honestly nervous about posting my work, so it's lovely to see that people actually enjoy it and would like to see more
I do have lots of fics in my drafts (around seven at the moment), including the next part with our farm friends :]
Gentle Hands - Platonic Yandere! Cult x Age Regressor! Reader - 🌼
"You should have been more careful, darling."
Marie's voice is only kept steady by years of practiced poise; worry and irritation bubble just underneath the surface of her calm exterior. Naughty thing. She sighs from her spot on the bathroom floor in front of you, trying to ignore the urge to immediately soothe your small sniffles. Bloodied knees, dozens of scrapes, you have certainly managed to do a number on yourself in such a short amount of time.
Her poor baby, just what were you thinking?
"Look at what you've done now, silly lamb. Luckily, Beau was able to catch you before you ran on that leg and made it worse; it'll hurt for quite a while." There's no point in scolding you for running right now, not when you're already dealing with all sorts of aches and pains. "Don't fret, Momma will make sure you're taken care of."
It breaks her heart to see how hard you're still trembling, like you're expecting the worst at any moment, no matter how much she reassures you.
She still isn't sure who soiled that precious trust, who would take the blessing of a child for granted so severely that you bristle and fight against her when all she wants is to welcome you into her family. No matter how much you argue against its existence, she can clearly see that soft little part of you begging for love.
"How about we get these yucky clothes off first, hm? All that mud can't feel nice." Marie moves slowly to avoid startling you further, making sure you can easily see what she's doing as she begins to pull away the layers of fabric. "Only a quick bath, then we'll get you tucked in."
It doesn't take long for her to get you into the tub, not with how tired you are. You settle into the warm water with ease, much to Marie's delight. "That's it, good. Momma will be extra careful with your owies while she gives you a scrub."
True to her word, any scratch or bruise is expertly avoided as you're cleaned up. Your hair is combed out with conditioner to prevent too many snags, and by the time she's finished, the water has tinted brown.
A quiet knock on the door alerts you both to Beau poking his head in, carrying a towel and pajamas fresh from the dryer.
"They okay?" He murmurs, worry creasing his brow. "Took a mighty big tumble out there."
"They'll be alright." Marie moves out of the way so the man can scoop you up, tenderly drying you off before setting you on the sink. "Could you bandage them up, dear?"
"Course," Beau is more than happy to have the opportunity. He gingerly disinfects one of the deeper cuts before smoothing a Band-Aid over it, pressing a kiss on top. "Right as rain in no time, darlin. You just take it easy."
After you're clean and properly taken care of, your pajamas are put on. They're soft, a creamy shade of white. Marie audibly coos when you're dressed, "aren't you the prettiest baby? All ready for sleep."
Beau picks you up again, guiding your head onto his chest as he carries you to the bedroom. His heartbeat is steady under your ear, and you can feel your already heavy eyes starting to fall shut. He hums some sort of lullaby, tucking you in with a final kiss to your forehead. "Sweet dreams, angel, Momma and me will be right here in the mornin'.
Old McDonald [Pt. 1?] - Platonic Yandere! Farm Hybrids x Farmhand! Reader - 🌾
(TW: Blood, injury, somewhat graphic depiction of death)
"Lucky-"
Your butt hits the ground for what is probably the fifth time today, the shepherd uncaring and even a little smug about forcing you to fall on your ass when you try to leave the pasture.
"No, stay, be good." He nudges you gently, trying to corral you further from the fence line. "Herds that way, silly."
"I'm not a damm sheep," his insistence had been cute at first, but now it's just verging on annoying. You're scolded enough without slacking on your chores. "I have things to do, you know that?"
"Mm," Lucky cocks his head like he's considering your words before shrugging, coming down, and lying forcefully in your lap. "Don't care. Duke said I was supposed to watch you; that means you stay."
You sigh, about to continue your protest when a sharp bite makes you yelp in pain instead.
The nip is intentional, a reprimand and a show of his displeasure, although he didn't mean to draw blood.
"Sorry, sugar." The apology is merely an attempt to appease you, rather than a genuine expression of remorse for his actions. Lucky licks the wound, ignoring how you cringe. "Wouldn't be rough if you would just listen, stop being bad."
He's been acting up more and more lately. Pushing you around, ignoring commands, it's insufferable. But nothing happens if you bring it up. Guess what a grunt has to say doesn't matter when he's an angel to everyone else.
"It's hotter than hell out here," you grumble, examining the wound while trying to rein in your temper. Blood is already seeping down your arm and into the grass, not to mention the slobber now smeared against your skin. Lucky whimpers when you shove him off, having the nerve to blink up at you with a betrayed whine as you stalk off towards the barn.
"I said sorry," he mumbles, now trailing after you with his head bowed. "C'mon, Aster can look at it for you, she's real smart about that kinda stuff! The barn is smelly and-"
"M' perfectly capable of taking care of myself," you spit, fed up at the moment. You're usually as sweet as can be, but everyone has a breaking point. It seems like nobody ever listens to you, not your supervisors or coworkers, not even the damm animals. For weeks, you've tried to draw attention to the fact that Lucky has been getting bolder with you, but you're always dismissed and more often than that, punished for making excuses.
You're about to rush to the sink before the sight before you steals the air from your lungs.
Your boss stares back at you with vacant eyes, hanging upside-down from the rafters by a rope. A river of red flows from his slit neck, staining the floor, the bucket placed underneath him doing little to spare the wood.
"Dang it," you're too stunned to move, giving Lucky the perfect chance to pull you against his chest. He doesn't seem scared or even surprised by the sight, almost bored as he attempts to calm your panicked breaths. "You weren't supposed to see. Don't worry, we decided you were safe." He nuzzles the top of your head affectionately, "You're basically a pup after all, and he was a big meanie to you, too."
An asshole, sure. Giving you impossible hours, withholding your pay. If the boss was mean to you, he was downright cruel to the hybrids.
When you can finally pry your eyes away from the grotesque sight, you're only met with more carnage.
Two of your coworkers lay sprawled out nearby, unmoving besides the occasional twitch. You had been wondering where the shock collars the dogs usually wore went.
