#arty's fics

[jesperestee]

(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.

[jesperestee]

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.

When Emilio appears, transforming from his bat form, he sees the sight. His oldest and youngest, curled with each other, sobbing. His heart breaks, he coos, and he stands forward, hugging you. He’ll deal with the corpses later. Right now, he has to make sure his fledglings are alright.

[jesperestee]

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.

They offer you a necklace three months later. It has their symbol of a wolf, with a crown of antlers, stars dangling from it. You accept it, thanking them for it. They almost purred, hovering beside you as you walk away. They wanted to keep you. No. Matter. What. (A/N: its almost my birthday.)

[jesperestee]

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!Yautjas who hid whenever people came by the door. Mainly, it’s the mailmen or people delivering your groceries. One day, it’s not. There’s a group of men at your door, asking where your children were. They’ve seen them, chasing wolves and deer for food. You lie and protest until two of them, beefy men with thick, calloused palms, grab your shoulders. “We’ll have to take you with us,” the leading man commented. “You obviously know where some of them are.” You struggle and struggle until there’s a loud thud. Like something dropping. Your eyes dart behind you, staring at Coyote and Sabre. The man grinned, about to talk, to say something stupid. Then a knife goes through his head. The other men pulled out their guns, then they were taken down. Ripped apart, torn into pieces. You looked away, unable to stomach it. The birds scattered at the screams. Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who know now that they can protect you. They guide you inside, clean you up, and set you on the couch. One of them gives you something to drink while the other cleans the skulls. It’s quiet, peaceful, and normal in your household again. Then a ship landed in the meadow far from your house, large and bulky. Meant for a clan. You all run outside and stare at the female Yautja. Their mother.

[jesperestee]

Hear me out! Platonic Yan Fashion designer. Reader is his favourite model or something and the designer starts to design their clothes around reader. So their collection goes from scandalous and sexy to something more modest because their kid/sibling (whatever relationship you want to put it) can't wear something so tiny/tight :(( what if weirdos see them in that :(?? Bonus point if the designer is a woman because I can't find fem platonic yans anywhere

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.

You’re blind to their power, and they couldn’t be happier. -

[jesperestee]

PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE DO NEW AUTOBOT Y/N AND PLATONIC FATHERLY YAN MEGATRON CONVINCED THEY’RE THE NEW HEIR TO THE DECEPTICON THRONE.. PLS…

Platonic!Yandere Megatron & New Autobot!User

(A/N: I didn’t know what series you wanted, so I decided to do Prime if that’s alright!! And I’m sorry if he’s OOC. I did sneak MegOp in, just a dash)Prompt: Megatron thinks you’re the heir to the Decepticon throne, and he wants you. He just has to get you away from the Autobots.

TAGS: Kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, threats of tortureWC: 552

Megatron realized he needed an heir when he overheard Starscream and Knockout talking about it, the two, nosy glitches. He was walking through the Nemenis, making his rounds to check everything and make sure he didn't have any traitors on board. He stopped by the medical station for his last place, intent on making sure they have anything. He heard Starscream’s annoying, shrill voice that grits on his audials. “What would our great leader be without an heir? He’ll need someone to take over when he goes offline.” He practically growled at that. In fact, he did, dangerously low, so they won’t hear. Knockout smacked him, judging by the sound of metal on metal and the yelp of his second-in-command, and spoke, “Lord Megatron has thousands of years to live. I’m sure he can get an heir in time, Starscream.”

Megatron snarled and turned away, stalking to his hab suite. An heir. He needed an heir. He didn’t care if it was born from his spark or wasn’t. The Decepticons had to have a new leader, just in case he died on the battlefield. Where would he get one, though? He can’t exactly make one, seeing how he’s sparked to Optimus.

Optimus. He shook his helm before his thoughts could go somewhere he didn’t want it to go, his claws digging into his berth. He’ll find an heir, even if he has to take someone.

He saw you on the battlefield, smaller than most of the Autobots. Not as small as the two-wheeler, but small. Like a sparkling. A sparkling. Something that didn’t know anything. He had to have you, but first, he had to get you away from Optimus, who seemed… rather protective of you.

His intake curled back into a grin, sharp dentas glimmering in the hot sun. He lunged for you, only to be rammed aside by the Autobot leader. He growled at him, his engines rumbling. His servos tangle with Optimus’, pushing against him. He narrowed his optics at him, punching him. The leader stumbled back but didn’t go down.

“Going after a defenseless sparkling, Megatron?” Optimus questioned, his wise vocalizer echoing through Megatron’s audials. It doesn’t hurt them like Starscream’s does. In fact, it filled his chassis with a warm feeling before he quickly shot it away.

“No one seemed to be watching them,” The Decepticon replied, firing a blast at him. “They seemed… ripe for the taking. Like your scout was. Maybe, I’ll rip out their voice box too.” He won’t, they both know that. Optimus’s optics narrowed at that, glowing a bright blue. He lunged for his sparkmate enemy. His enemy that left him. He slammed the leader into the ground and kicked him, watching him fly. He heard the whirring behind him, seeing the green portal. The Ground Bridge. He huffed when he heard Optimus transform. You.

You’re still fighting one of his mechs. You didn’t know. Perfect. He grabbed you by the back of your plating, making an undignified yelp escape you. He looked down at you and saw the fear in your optics. You’ll be perfect to be his heir. He covered your intake and waited for three kilicks. You stop kicking, stop fighting him, and slowly go into recharge. He nuzzled you silently and carried you into their own Ground Bridge.

(A/N: Hope you liked it, and I hope it was as accurate as I could get it! I really enjoyed reading a story for Transformers! Thank you for requesting!)

[jesperestee]

Omggg, maybe you could do, platonic yandere superman who meets a new younger intern at his job!!!

Platonic Yandere!Superman & Young Intern!User

(A/N: this time wearing this character, he may be OOC!! Credits to @cursed-carmine)TWS: nothing too bad, seeing how it is superman, abuse of power, attempted murder (LEX), robbery

WC:545

Clark Kent saw you when you were walking into the building, wide-eyed and curious. Like you’ve never seen this place before. You trail behind Perry, stammering about where you’re going to work and what you have to do. He watches you for a moment, following you as you walk. He shook his head and turned away, fidgeting with his stack of paper. He learned your name from Lois, his wonderful, beautiful wife. Y/N. You’re new to the city, to the work, to everything really. He watched you for the rest of the day, just making sure you were doing fine, that no one was bothering you. Just making sure you were okay. He wanted to make sure that you had a good, friendly job here.

He tried, emphasis on tried. Sure, there were people who bothered you, but Lois usually shooed them away. There were the occasional folks who he had to deal with. Just scare them away for a moment or so. They, of course, ran off, but he didn’t do anything else.

He heard you scream one night. He heard you scream, and he was already racing to 

During a calming patrol, not much of criminal activity, he heard your scream, terrified and shaky. A man stood over you with a knife, clad in black, grabbing your bag. Superman froze, his gaze on you. He won’t hurt the man because that would affect his reputation. Instead, he went to his calm facade, landing just behind the man. The man turned his head slowly, stared at him, then he ran. He grabbed him by the back of the shirt collar, making him choke a bit.

“Why would you want to steal from someone?” Superman questioned, tilting his head. The robber glanced in between you and him, and then, he willingly gave you back the bag and held out his wrists. “Good.”

Superman turned his attention back to you, smiling brightly. “Mind calling the cops, sugar?” He asked, to which you fumbled for your phone and dialed the number.

When the police finally came, Superman had the man cuffed, and you were wrapped in his cape. You talked to the police while he quickly disappeared, happy to assist you. He watched you, then he swiftly returned home. He kissed Lois on the cheek as an apology and got in bed, deciding to apologize to his wife in one way.

Lex found out because, of course, he found out. You didn’t show up for work once, twice, almost a week. Lex decided to kidnap you, seeing how Superman cared for you. So, he chose to take you and suspend you… above a building. With nothing but a rope to supply you. He stared at it deeply and silently realized there wasn’t any Kryptonite. None of it.

He got into the costume quickly and flew to you, freezing when the rope snapped. Lex smirked at him, giving him a ultimatum: save you or attack him. He knew what he was going to choose. You. He grabbed you, pulling you towards the Daily Planet. Turning towards Lex, he cracked his knuckles and lunged, slamming Lex’s robot into the ground. It twitched, powering down.

He cracked his knuckles again, breathing calmly. Good, now nothing can hurt you anymore.

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Part 1 (A/N: part two because part one has 1K likes… sighs. I ALSO HAVE NO IDEA OF SCHOOLS THAT AREN’T AMERICAN SO CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG) WC: 259 Dad!Simon who nearly breaks down when they go into middle school. He missed their first day because he had been on a mission, but the second he got home, he brought cake. Sixth Graders. It’s half- chocolate, half-vanilla. Your son likes chocolate; your daughter likes vanilla. They cling to him, hugging at him, telling him about their day. He listened the entire time, nodding along and helping you make food. Dad!Simon who’s an overprotective dad. For both of the twins. He raised an eyebrow when you told him about your daughter’s boyfriend. Of course, it wasn't… committed. They were in middle school—no kisses or anything. Your son hasn’t gotten with any girl, but in Simon’s personal opinion, your son may like guys. He watched your daughter hug her boyfriend, scowling at the boy. He scared him off, and your daughter yelled at him for it. He didn’t care until you got onto him. Dad!Simon who watched your children go into high school. Like on their first day of primary school, he cried in the car, holding onto you. Your twins got older and bigger, your son with a more muscular build from working out with his dad all the time. Your daughter was leaner from cheerleading, not from a diet. You got onto her for trying to diet, and she stopped. They had a lot of friends, something Simon was proud about. However, your son had the same friend group from grade three.

His babies were getting older, and he’s not going to survive their graduation.