GalaxyHunter

Hi, I'm Galaxy! I have been on and off with writing fanfiction for years, but I'm finally in a place where I can do so more regularly. I mostly write platonic yanderes and will rarely (if ever) write NSFW. If I do so, it will be clearly labeled. I may also make agere content, but it will always be strictly SFW. I don't write fem povs, sorry!

Fandoms DC Marvel Star Trek TOS

Yes ofc! I'm a bit rusty with my writing, so here's my take on it. I had some old fics that I deleted for a fresh start, so I hope you enjoy! I didn't know if you wanted a reader pov, so I did with and without :) Not beta read, we die like Jason

Platonic Yandere Batman x Batfam and Reader

Bruce Wayne is a yandere at heart. From the moment his parents were killed, he's fought and struggled to keep everyone he loved close to him. It didn't start out as overt as his obsessions had grown to be, but there were signs early on. Dick had been the first, though it was out of necessity. Someone had finally come along just like himself, a lost soul with nobody to turn to. Bruce had taken the boy in, thinking the strange feelings bubbling in his chest were normal. Why wouldn't they be? Dick was a mirror of his past self. When Dick became Robin, an angry, overwhelmed boy trying to make sense of his environment, he didn't think too much of it; he'd been the same in his first year of Batman, after all.

Then Jason came along, this spunky, smiley boy. Of course he'd have to take this one in, too. Never mind the growing sparks in his chest and his increased anxieties over having his two boys crimefighting. Whenever either of them came back with a scrape or a bruise, his guttural resentments bubbled up over the corruption of Gotham. He'd pull them out of missions for days at a time, sporadic in his agreement to allow them into this life. And when Jason died, his final breaths were overshadowed by the same man he'd been trying to rehabilitate for what felt like centuries? Something snapped in him, and all of his carefully crafted boxes around his emotions burst and flooded through. He kept Dick in the manor for weeks on end, refusing to allow him to be Nightwing. It took Alfred convincing him to give the man some space for a flicker of reality to come back to him.

When Tim showed up, having discovered Bruce's secret, he felt his soul split in half. He couldn't do this to himself again. He already replayed his final moments with Jason in the back of his mind daily, and now another one had fallen into his lap? He was being mocked by whatever entity was out there orchestrating this. Unfortunately for him, he'd lost a hold of himself. The only thing keeping him from finding Tim's father and murdering him himself was his long-standing moral code. He logically knew that this had all gone too far, that these feelings of protection over his children had become a raging obsession, but it was too late to stop the flow now. Bruce spent hours upon hours in the lab, designing and redesigning Tim's robin armor. It was padded as much as possible with hidden alarms to alert him in case of an emergency. The final piece of his protection was secretly chipping Tim, giving Bruce the ability to track his every move.

Damian showing up was the final straw. His affair with Talia had been years ago, something he'd almost forgotten after a lifetime of trials and worries. He hadn't been there for him and had put the boy through the same torture he had: not having a father. He had to make this right; The boy was already scarred from the training grounds, a perfect soldier, but he wasn't protected. Bruce needed to be that rock, devoting himself to his youngest son's wellbeing. Damian was spoiled like none of his other children had been before as Bruce tried to make up for every mistake he'd ever made with his other children. This one had to be perfect. He saw pieces of himself in all of them. The dark hair, the intellect, the perception of Gotham... It was as if the universe had placed these boys there for him to father and foster and grow with.

-----Reader under cut-----

It could've begun as a kidnapping, and at this point, Bruce wasn't above that. Whoever your family was would be lost in the dark as even Commissioner Gordon couldn't solve this missing person's case. If you were already an orphan, it would've been ten times simpler. He would've taken you to the manor, locking you in your room for the first few weeks and slowly introducing you to the other family members. The others had grown up around Bruce's crazed possessiveness, so they had every right to believe it was normal. You have everything you could ever ask for, so stop struggling, okay? It'll get better.

With his last child, his youngest, he knew that he couldn't allow them to fight crime like the others. As much as he'd begged and pleaded with his older sons to attempt to stop their vigilante ways, none of them listened. He may have failed them, but he wouldn't fail you. The robin mantle had ended with Damian. The legacy of his children would be preserved without any more death or pain.