Platonic Yandere Hunter and Hitchhiker Reader
TW: Death of spouse, death of parents, kidnapping, drugging
Reader is gender neutral!
Hitchhiker reader: You are a drifter, a hitchhiker. You’ve never really had a permanent home—you follow whatever way the wind pushes you, not staying in one town for too long, always moving. You have your backpack, guitar, and trust, and that’s all. You’re pretty young, around 17 or so. You’re skinny, maybe a bit malnourished, but hey—regular meals aren’t a guarantee when you’re always on the move.
Hitchhiker reader: One day you stumble across a small town. The people there are nice, with wide smiles, helpfully pointing you in the correct direction when you ask where the local store is. You’re in desperate need of money, so in return you offer acts of service—painting fences, hanging pictures! You’re a bit of a jack-of-all-trades.
Hitchhiker reader: You don’t plan to stay for very long. You want to make some cash and then catch the next bus to wherever following the path you have laid out for yourself. You’ll play your guitar, wander, figure it out later. Your parents are dead gone so quickly you never got to say goodbye, and you’d rather be on the streets than in the system.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He’s well liked in the community—he provides people with food and anything else from the forest. He had a wife, but she’s gone now. They planned on having children but it wasn’t in the cards, so his house sits empty, his own thoughts the only company he has. He tried applying for adoption but was denied time and time again. Sometimes, after a long and hard day, he finds himself standing in the nursery he built: a hand-carved rocking chair and crib both painted a soft white, cradling soft blankets and tiny onesies. He would be such a good papa; he just needs a kiddo to love.
Platonic yandere Hunter: After the death of his beloved wife, he became a recluse hiding away from society unless he was needed. He’s rarely seen around town. Children whisper about him, saying he eats anyone who wanders too close to his cabin. In some stories he’s a six-foot beast with white teeth and glowing red eyes; in others he’s a grieving, hurt man who wants something to love.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Spots you in the local general store while scouring the shelves. He’s looking at bear traps and fertilizer while you’re staring very intently at pieces of rope pulling it taught and then allowing it to go slack again. “You ok?” he asks, voice gruff, disguising the way his heart beats a little faster. You’re so small staring at him with wide doe-like eyes as if he might gobble you up… his instincts croon gently being looked at like that awakens something fatherly in him
Platonic yandere Hunter: Directs you toward what you actually need, smiling slightly at your cluelessness you’re truly only a child naive to what's good for you. He’s surprised you’ve survived in the world this long—any longer and someone would eat you alive. He feels his chest tighten at that, you were so vulnerable in desperate need of protection
Hitchhiker reader: You’re slightly intimidated by the hunter’s hulking frame but you thank him politely for his help and purchase what he recommended feeling more confident in yourself- you can survive, you just need to find something to eat now. He smiles, introducing himself, before asking, “Aren’t you a little young to be on your own?” watching you splutter out an excuse about only passing through town hands fiddling with your backpack straps refusing to meet his eyes.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Raises an eyebrow at your obvious lie. He doesn’t like it when children lie to him, he’ll obviously need to correct that. He relaxes though, it’s not your fault—you’ve been forced to lie in a world that would eat you alive. Proving his point you need protection.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He sees you as a frightened little kid who needs guidance and love—you don’t need to survive, you need to rely on someone. Someone who can provide for you properly, giving you a warm home, food and as much attention as you want
Hitchhiker reader: You notice him staring, wide eyes as if you’re the answer he’s been searching for and quickly decide get the hell out of there. You practically run out the door without turning back, missing the way his eyes linger on you. Shaking him off as just some weirdo.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He watched you leave can’t stop thinking about you the entire day—the way you politely smile, the way you talk. You’re far too young to be on your own… you need someone. Him… you need him.
Platonic yandere Hunter: When he gets back to his cabin, he takes in the silence, walking slowly upstairs and leaning against the nursery door, lingering on the frame. He can’t stand it anymore. He needs someone here with him—someone to love and take care of. He needs you. Sweet, innocent you're going to be his sweet little one…whether you want to or not.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He begins to stalk you meticulously, realising you go around the same neighbourhoods asking if they need help, earning what you can. He simply can’t have that! You need stability. He begins to prepare you a room. Out goes the old crib and changing table, replaced with a large bed, bookcase, dresser and a stand for your guitar since he can’t have his little musician damaging their instrument. It's obviously more grown up but make no mistake—you are still going to be his sweet baby.
Platonic yandere Hunter: plans you’re kidnapping um…adoption, knowing that you hang around the local diner a lot- he preps your room, smoothing out the sheets and making sure every stuffed animal is sat correctly for the hundredth time.
Hitchhiker reader: You sit in the sticky booth of the town’s only diner, you count the last few dollars you have periodically sipping on the water the nice waitress keeps refilling . It’s enough to get you a bus ticket but not much else—you can barely afford a meal right now. Maybe you should try and fill up on the free bread.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Slips into the seat across from you, a warm smile painted on his lips. “You ok?” he asks, voice still hardened and gruff but with a notable affectionate twinge. He slowly slides a menu across to you. “You look like you could use a good meal,” he comments
Hitchhiker reader: stares at him awkwardly, he’s the same guy from the hardware store you’re not too sure about him inviting himself to sit with you but you don’t mind, he seems friendly enough offering to buy you dinner- you didn’t like feeling in debt to people but you suppose it was alright this once- you nervously pick up the menu and order something small, thanking him quietly.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He’s displeased with what you order, you need to eat but he lets it go. When he’s caring for you he’ll make sure you’re properly fattened up—he can’t have people thinking he doesn’t feed you! When the food arrives, he slides a bit of his meal onto your plate when you’re not looking, watching you inhale your food.
Hitchhiker reader: You leave a few dollars on the table and stand to leave, thanking Yandere Hunter for his generosity but saying you have to go. Turning away and walking towards the front door thinking about where you were going to set up camp.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He stands quickly, stopping you from leaving and guides you away, asking if you’d like to stay at his place. He quickly corrects himself when you make a disgusted face obviously thinking that the meal was simply a…transaction. “Not like that!” he says face flushed, anger settling in his chest- if anyone ever took advantage of you he would find them and make sure the cops never find a body. He explains that he has a spare room and that it would surely be more comfortable than sleeping in the forest having noticed your tent when hunting.
Hitchhiker reader: You honestly agree not really wanting to get in the car with a stranger…but, it would be nice to sleep in an actual bed. You agree but just for the night, watching as Platonic yandere Hunter practically glows leading you to his car. You clamber into the van and buckle yourself in—ignoring how the hunter checks the seatbelt, making sure it’s tight enough. The drive is mostly silent except for the bland tunes pouring from the radio.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Arriving at his home he allows you to jump out and stand before his home, a modestly sized wooden cabin. He watches as your eyes widen in wonder taking in the beautiful structure. There’s still a child in you; he just has to coax them out slowly and gently. As soon as you’re in the right environment that part will come out.
Hitchhiker reader: He leads you to sit on the couch, politely you remove your shoes and jacket as well as your backpack at the door, tucking them into a little corner with your guitar.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Who busies himself in the kitchen and returns with two mugs of hot chocolate, preparing and lighting the fire offering you a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, heart fluttering as you sleep, stare up at him. Sipping your hot chocolate slowly, you and him talk, he tells you about his wife and you tell him about your parents, realising you’re just two lonely people navigating the world trying to find someone to connect to.
Platonic yandere Hunter: Whose heart leaps when you mention your parents are gone, not that they're gone- that is a horrid experience that no child should ever go through but that you need someone- there was no one to ask questions or come looking for you
Hitchhiker reader: you feel your eyes droop slowly, yawning as your cheek rests against the armrest- allowing yourself to be soothed by the crackling fire.
Platonic yandere Hunter: He settles himself into the grand armchair beside the couch, sipping his own drink, watching your eyes slowly droop. He watches the empty mug slip from your grasp onto the wooden floor, it’s not strong enough to hurt you. God no. But just strong enough to make you sleep solidly. He slowly stands, brushes himself off, and scoops you up, carrying you upstairs and tucking you into your new bed, making sure the windows are locked and there’s nothing you can hurt yourself with. Smiling gently at you
Platonic yandere Hunter: He strokes your cheek with his calloused thumb and smiles to himself. No more survival or figuring out when you’re next meal is just a quiet life with a papa who completely adores you. You’re his now, forever, until the end of time.
hope you all enjoyed this, sorry for any spelling mistakes please comment what you think and asks are always open but I may be slow to reply- 🍏
