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[Decided to keep this strictly between Rumi and the Reader and leave out a possible spouse or Ex. Hope you like it even if it's half a year too late 🙃. As always: MDNI]

Platonic Yandere Rumi when her child starts developing patterns

TW: Platonic!Yandere Nepobaby Rumi, tried to keep Reader GN, but reader has hair brushed out of her face, age isn't specified, but tends towards somewhere between 4-6, mention of self loathing and self hatred

"Mommy?" your soft, little voice called out as you came walking into the living room where she was lounging on the large couch, her tablet perched in her lap as she read through some parenting books literature. As soon as she heard you, she immediately shut off the device and set it away. From her own childhood with Celine, she knew how it felt to be secondary to work, to never get the full attention you asked for. She'd never let you feel that way. Ever. As such, whenever you came to her while she was doing something in the privacy of your home - except for attention sensitive things like cooking - she turned her entire attention towards you. This time was no difference.

"Yes, love?" she asked softly, pulling you into her lap gently and brushing a strand of hair out of your cherubic face that she could never get enough from. Her expression went from adoring to a little panicked when out of nowhere, your eyes teared up and your lower lip started wobbling. "Oh, baby, what's wrong? Why the tears? You can tell Mommy." You sniffle a little before pulling the collar of your cashmere jumper to the side to reveal a purple mark - one that anyone else could've mistaken for a strangely shaped bruise. "I-I think I got hurt," you explain, seemingly also thinking it was a bruise. Rumi, who's breath hitched and heart stopped for a moment when she saw the marking, knew better. But still, she had to make sure. "Did...you walk into anything? Or had something fall on you?" she asks, her voice as soft as it was only with you. You think for a moment, then you shake your head.

"Does it hurt when you touch it or press on it?" she inquires further. You make an adorable face of concentration before reaching up with one of your teeny tiny hands (compared to Rumi's own) and press onto the mark. Then you poke it. Then once more. Seemingly surprised by the result, you shake your head. "It doesn't hurt at all, mommy," you say in astonishment, tears long forgotten. Rumi smiles for a moment as she appreciates your little brains process. The fact that you'd gotten all worked up over a bruise that wasn't there and immediately calmed down once you realized that you'd overreacted.

Rumi is conflicted for a moment. She wanted to keep this side of your lineage away from you, wanted to keep you pure and innocent mind, but she remembered how the way Celine had treated her markings, how it had influenced and stunted her own life. No way would she put you through that, no way she'd make you doubt and worry about something that was an innate part of you. Instead, she'd make you grow up proud of your markings, your patterns. She'd make you grow up knowing just how special and beautiful they made you. Rumi might have unknowingly filled her patterns with shame thanks to Celine, but yours would become a sign of pride.

"Darling, that's not a bruise," Rumi spoke up softly, pulling you closer against her. "It isn't?" you ask, confused and tilting your head in that adorable way that made even Mira admit to her own softness. "No," a smile graced Rumi's features as she reaches for your hands and guides your finger to her own - now iridescent -patterns, helping you trace the ones on her arm, "There like Mommy's markings." You look at Rumi with big, beady eyes. "Really? But yours are so pretty! And they're all over." Rumi chuckles a little, only someone as innocent and cheerful as you could make her feel happy about a part of herself that she's hated for most of her life. "Yeah, but Mommy is a grown up, yours are still...growing. Just like you." "So...There'll be just like yours when I'm big?" you ask hopefully, the tears from earlier already completely forgotten. A sharp pain goes through Rumi at the thought of you growing up, but that she'd have to deal with in therapy later. "I bet they'll be even prettier, after all...they'll be yours..."

Boy do I relate on the memory issues, but to me it doesn't matter if you're the og anon or not :) I'm just really happy to have someone interacting with my stuff and me <3

Tw: yandere content, MDNI, non-consensual scenting (not sure if this needs a warning, but I wanted to make sure), tried to keep the readers gender vague, no use of Y/N, meant as platonic Yandere, invasion of privacy/break in

Yandere!A/Bat/O with a beta!reader

You are absolutely right, there is an ungodly amount of scenting. Not in spite of you not being able to tell, but because you can't tell. This is the perfect way to signal to anyone else that you're theirs without making you any wiser. You are just genuinely confused when everyone who isn't a fellow beta starts avoiding you like the plaque once they get a sniff off the strong alpha and omega scent on you. Poor you thinks that you might have BO so you start showering more frequently (much to the families chagrin). You don't notice that your room smells like an amalgamation of the families scents from when they break into your room (not that any lock could keep them out) and scent everything they can get their hands on. Your bed, your pillow, your blankets, your clothes, your bag, your chair, your underwear (not that they'd ever let anyone close to you to find out). It does annoy them to some effect too, though, because you being a beta makes you less pliable to alpha commands and scent-manipulation. When Bruce barked at you to stay at home when you mention meeting friends, you just look at him strange and tell him that...actually, you won't be staying home. It boils his blood tbh. Furthermore, it also means that you're not as reliant on the pack as you'd be as an omega or alpha. You're more than capable to live on your own (not that they'd let it come to that). What quells their annoyance is every time any of them go into rut or heat (on the rare occasion that they're not pumped full of suppressants) and they thank the moon goddess that you'll never go through that (and as such, will never biologically need a mate to quell that instinct).

Also if you see this I love your writing ♥️

Please don't hate me for answering this literally two years too late, I have no one to blame but myself, university stress and depression

Platonic Yandere Batfam with a romance novel loving GN!Reader

Congratulations, you just handed them the ultimate conditioning tool. They do it without you even noticing. You behave in a way they like? Allowed the cuddle pile to happen? Watched Damian train without trying to reach for a weapon to kill him? Let Steph give you a make over (Why do you always end up looking like some sort of doll after)? Call Bruce 'dad' without looking like you're going to throw up on him? Look, the newest part of that romance series you love just got delivered. Time to add it to the steadily growing sector of the manors library that's now inhabited by romance novels. The same goes for the movies, though you get those less just because they figure movies are more a family thing and they do not want to watch two characters fall in love and (gasp) kiss when their precious younger sibling was sitting right there (Don't think about their hypocrisy, there is no explanation to that). Though you still get those movies for especially good behavior - along with permission to watch them with Babs, Steph and Cass on a girls night. Though you shouldn't think this is a free for all good thing. The Batfamily happens to also be...quite prone to jealousy from time to time. They already have to share you with each other so having to share your attention with those books too?! It's the worst. Jason and Tim are the least annoyed by it, both cherishing time spent with you in silence, where you're reading and they're doing their own thing (Jason's usually reading too, Tim's doing work or gamin). But Dick and Damian? The worst. When it's their (appointed) moment to have one on one time with you and you pay more attention to your book...? Don't be too surprised when Alfred the Cat spills a cup of black tea over your book (Why was there a cup of black tea? You don't are not allowed to drink black tea and Damian prefers Chai...Mysterious) or when during one of his gymnastic performances Dick 'accidentally' manages to kick your book straight into the fireplace. Now, there's no reason to be too sad, after all they'll be more than willing to replace the book, but...it's quite a coincidence that it's suddenly out of stock in seemingly all of Gotham's bookstores (according to what they tell you) and the shipping time is almost a week... Oh, well, that just means you'll have more time to spent with your adoring family (and maybe next time you'll pay more attention to them). Also, a little random, but I feel the need to add: All the romance novels and films you get are edited. Without your knowledge, though you suspect as much when the next part of spicy fantasy romance series you had started reading before being kidnapped adopted, suddenly didn't go past a chaste kiss and a love confession. You were pretty sure that in the last book they went fully to third base. It get's even more obvious when a book went from a very characteristic writing style to something that could be straight out of a Jane Austen novel with how...well, sexless it was. And the movies? They hide it better in there, but you definitely notice a weird cut around the part of the movie where the main characters usually had drunken one night stands or went the next step in a relationship that had been mostly platonic until then. The cuts did surprisingly manage to not leave (a lot) of story out, but it was still noticeable. Especially when the box (you liked having the physical DVDs to have in your room) said the movie was 95 minutes long, but the progress bar only went up to minute 91...How strange.

“How can you look at me? Look at these marks…and not see a monster?” Rumi asks, almost desperate, but her eyes betrayed the longing, the hoping that the answer she was expecting wasn’t the one she’d get.

“How can I not? These patterns…these marks…they’re a part of you…and you’re so beautiful inside and out,” you whisper, finger tracing up the patterns going up her arms, patterns that you believed were tattoos when you met her. But now you knew better. “I know there are parts of you that you can’t show me yet, parts…I’m too much of an outsider to understand, but…none of them could dissuade me from loving you. All of you.”

Rumi almost felt the urge to disagree. You had no idea how dark her insides could be, especially when it came to you. Came to protecting you or at the thoughts of someone taking you away. Those were the areas where the part of her she was trying to hide, the demonic part, wanted to come out. Wanted to lock you away where only she could get to you, where no one could ever see or take you from her.

Ey, don't worry, I read this five months too late so were gucci. I decided to actually go with this method for the matchUp for now, just writing general concepts/ideas, answering questions like this. And I'll start right here by answering your questions

Tw: A little bit of Omegaverse-coded misogony, allusion to S A (though nothing actually described), me losing a little Steam as I go on, but I did my best, none of these facts are written in stone - Tumblr didn't let me post so I had to go through and tumblr-proof this. Literally had to add each paragraph one by one in editing for tumblr to let me post :::(((

Who is an Alpha, beta and omega?

Let's start with what I think is the most decided in my mind: Bruce Wayne is an alpha. He's the head of the pack, he's the batman, and also it makes writing things just kind of easier for me tbh. I think Dick Grayson is either an Alpha or an Omega - just from vibes - but in the end I'd tend to Alpha, just because I can't imagine a young Bruce Wayne taking in a traumatized Omega who just lost the most important members of his pack. Also I feel like hunting down and wanting to kill the men responsible for your parents death is just kind of an Alpha thing to do. It also plays into him trying to gain his independence from Bruce, after all an Alpha probably has issues submitting to another Alpha, especially if it's one who's become the head of Dick's pack (somewhat) later in life. Jason Todd was an Omega when Bruce took him in, but he was hardened, tough. An omega on the streets of Gotham had to be unless he wanted to be claimed and mated against his will. So, maybe in his need to fill his now empty feeling pack again, Bruce takes him in, trains him, makes him stronger. Of course, he regrets ever daring to let an Omega onto the field after Jason dies (takes him a while to unlearn those kinds of thoughts, if he ever does). When Jason gets put in the Lazarus Pit, it doesn't just bring him back and change him mentally, it changes him at a biological level. He returns with the anger and (more or less) righteous fury of the Alpha he now is. His vendetta isn't helped by the new hormones and instincts in his body and mind. He never truly manages to get his new instincts and the still lingering omega habits into a true balance, sometimes when he's stressed he still finds himself trying to nest - only to be frustrated when it doesn't feel the way it used to. Damian Wayne is an Alpha like his father (and his mother, a very unlikely match) and he's difficult to show for it. He has the (taught) sexist views about the roles a secondary gender should give the person and while things got better with him integrating himself in the Bat-pack, he still falls back into old behaviors and habits once in a while, but Jason, Duke and Stephanie usually manage to beat that out of him reeeeeal quick Duke Thomas is an omega, but he behaves so unlike an Omega. He has his instincts and behavior in much better control than most of the other Alpha's or Omega's in the Bat-pack. Of course, that doesn't make him immune to certain Omega behavior, but most people who meet him think he's a beta or Alpha at first. Cassandra Cain is, unsurprisingly, also an Alpha (I doubt she would have been allowed to live past presentation if she hadn't been an alpha), but much like Duke she has herself under incredible control, though for other reasons. She had to be in control of herself to be the ideal weapon, the ideal fighter. She still has to learn how to actually listen to her instincts, how to allow them to just be, to show her what her biology was trying to tell her. Alfred is either a Beta or Alpha, but I'm tending towards beta because the man has been in the secret service but also became a personal butler and I cannot see an Alpha having that kind of lack of selfish ego tbh.

Would the Batman treat them differently based on what their secondary gender is?

Decided not to specify which iteration this is so feel free to imagine your favorite. One (non-consensual) cuddle express coming up

Blueprints (Yandere!Riddler x GN!Reader)

TW: Romantic Yandere!Riddler, stalking, kidnapping, being locked up, being sedated, non-consensual cuddling (but no sexual content), stockholm-syndrom setting in, tried to keep this gender neutral (if you notice the reader being gendered, please message me so I can fix it), Batman has kind of skewed morals

When he sees you first, it's in Gotham's central library. Quite frankly, Edward Nygma is surprised he's still allowed inside, but the staff is overworked and underpaid so no one ever really notices him when he comes inside, his latest scheme cooking in his cranium. The library was a resource even someone like him couldn't pass up on, especially with how foolishly the Gotham legislators were to allow the blueprints of official building in the city built before the turn of the century to just be filed away there for everyone to see. Sure, they'd wisened up and didn't add onto them with the prints of the newer buildings - you had to put in an official request for those and that was such a headache for him, forcing him to fake an identity with enough merit to not immediately alert that Bat to what he was planning - but they hadn't bothered to remove the old ones. Ed could have looked them up online over the libraries web archive, but he preferred getting out of his lair once in a while, smell the books, remind himself of how stupid and thoughtless the muppets inhabiting Gotham were. How stupid everyone was there except for him...and the very rare individual with more than a single braincell (he's looking at you, Batman). When he sees you first, he scoffs. In front of you on the table you monopolized in the corner of the room was a thick astrological almanac, a philosophy collection propped up against a steel water bottle, and - oddly enough - a math text book. He rolled his eyes, thinking that you were trying much too hard to seem knowledgable, figuring that you barely comprehended a tenth of the words your eyes were taking in, especially with so many different topics. But as he makes notes on the blueprint to a building currently used as a shopfront though it was a district court once, decades ago, he can't help but keep looking toward you. He had to admit...you were beautiful and with such a soft aura...even the fact that you looked frazzled and tired and too deep in concentration didn't change that fact. Ed tries to shake that thought from his mind and return to his plans when a young adult woman approaches you. Probably one of the many ants attending Gotham's college or university that thought themselves smarter than the average when they were hardly any different. Ed is good as eavesdropping, always has been. Attuned to listening to quiet sounds as well as having learnt how to read lips early on. His pupils dilate just slightly as he finally comprehends what you were doing. The young woman thanked you for reading and correcting an essay on proof of a certain mathematical formula she needed for class and you gave her a tired smile, told her that you were always happy to help and that she did good work (even though Edward saw just how much red was pencilled over the original text). Once the woman left, you closed the math textbook with a sigh, rubbed your eyes and got up - leaving towards a nearby coffee machine.

[Tried to keep it vague if it's platonic or romantic Yandere so you can imagine both, Reader is Gender neutral, MDNI]

Aizawa isn’t quite sure how he’s supposed to feel. Like, he has a lot more pressing issues right now, with the fiend who broke into his home and put hands on his darling still right there, standing between him and his precious one. But…he’s also so incredibly proud of you. You fought back? You fought to stay with him? To stay in your home? If he wasn't busy pulling the enemy yan out of your shared home to beat him to death, he'd shed a tear of happiness. Once the dirty business is taken care of, the body is decaying somewhere in the sewer system where no one would find it in time to get any trace of who took care of him. And even if, Aizawa has more than enough influence and dirt on authorities to bury any lead.

Back at home, Aizawa will first make sure that you're okay and not hurt, take care of any possible wounds you might did get, and then get a nice, relaxing warm bath ready. With all the bubbles, candles, flower paddles and essential oils that you want. While you're soaking away, the teacher is reinforcing every part of the security system and also ordering better reinforcements for the new apartment that he's already bought (don't ask how he affords that on a teachers salary. I do not know). Expect a lot of spoiling and rewards for being such a loyal and trustworthy darling. Of course, that doesn't mean that you'll be given your freedom again, but...Aizawa supposes that he could be convinced to finally take that quirk-supressing cuffs (yes, I headcanon that they exist even though we have no evidence as far as I know. I just love them). But better be careful not to abuse this new privilege too much or Aizawa will be quick to change his mind again...

[Honestly not quite sure about the demon's rights things, since...you know...they're demons. And kill people. And doom souls. Kind of a 'cool motive, still murder' moment. As such, I kind of tried to switch it to the Ex just basically being undercover as a human in America since even the tusked demons can make themselves look human like.]

Platonic Yandere Mira keeping her half demon child a secret

Tw: platonic yandere, tried to keep reader GN, teenage pregnancy, kind of child abandonment but not really, as always MDNI

Mira had a secret. One that she's kept from everyone around her for as long as she knew. No one knew about it except for her family, the ones who'd put effort and money into hiding the so-called 'shame' from the world. After all, her parent's couldn't afford for the world to know that their already problematic daughter had a (late) teenage pregnancy. Keeping Mira out of the public eye during the time she was showing was easy enough, and after? Well, as luck would have it, the father of the child - Mira's now ex - packed his bags and took you along to the other side of the world. You were just half a year at that point and Mira had just met Rumi and Zoey, had just found out that the alternative looking guy she was dating wasn't a 'guy' at all. So she didn't protest. She let him take you away from her, pretended neither of you existed.

Of course, her parents wasn't completely heartless - neither was Mira. They practically threw money into both an account that the Ex could access, as well as a trust-fund for you to access once you were of age. You were their grandchild after all, even if you were a stain on their family's white vest that they did their best to hide. And that's how things just went for five years. Five years where you grew up without a mother and Mira pretended you didn't exist, that not every moment of every day was haunted by thoughts of you, like she didn't spent every night lying in bed scrolling through the pictures she could find of you (both from her ex's social media [why does a demon have social media?] and the tail that she paid handsomely to keep her updated about your life).

And then...things change. The Saja boys show up, Rumi's secret is revealed, Gwi-Ma is defeated. It's only after that Mira realizes her own hypocrisy. She's lashed out and judged Rumi for keeping a secret from her and Zoey when she...was doing exactly the same. Sure, it was a little different. Rumi's secret was a lot more pressing towards their current situation and Mira told herself that keeping her past secret was something she did to protect you and not herself. So, once the dust had settled, the bathhouse has been visited and new singles were announced, Mira sat down with the girls and had a heart to heart. She told them everything, from meeting a guy that turned out to be a demon right up to the point where she had a baby with him. Understandably, Rumi and Zoey were...shocked, to say the least, but also surprisingly open and understanding. They understand why Mira hadn't said anything - even though it does sting a little - and they understand that Mira hadn't been knowledgable enough back then to make informed decisions on who she was dating.

The evening is spent with Mira projecting pictures of you onto the big screen in their living room, from the first ever picture taken only minutes after your birth up to the ones she got her hand on most recently. She tells them everything that she knows about you, about what you like, your friends, your after kindergarten activities, how far you can already count, what color you pretend you don't like just because everyone else did. Zoey and Rumi are entranced cooing over how adorable you are, how cute you look, noting every similarity between you and Mira. Rumi especially looks at the pictures where the red-pinkish colored patterns peak out from under the collar of whatever jumper you were wearing, musing on about how she'd do her best as your auntie to teach you everything she knew about being half-demon, especially her newer lessons about accepting yourself the way you are. It's like the fact that you were living on the other half of the globe - none the wiser about the fact that Mira was your mother - wasn't even a factor to her. In fact...It really wasn't.

An international tour can be organized surprisingly quickly and while having the first performance in America, Nevada was...atypical, it wasn't anything that couldn't be explained away somehow. But before their show, they had a certain residence to visit.

'It's time to come home to mommy, darling...'