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HELLO!

Welcome to my account :) This account focuses purely on platonic yanderes cuz they deserve all the love lol.

I will be writing for these fandoms:

Batfamily

Superfamily

Hannibal Lecter

Resident Evil

Harry Potter

If there is any new additions I will add them here :) feel free to ask me to write for any fandom and I will reply whether I can or not.

Click here to see the masterlist.

Requests are: Open.

Buh byeeeeee ♡♡

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Guys if you have any asks you want to ask, you can send me! It'll be easier for me to write asks than actual fics because I still have finals lol. I'll be done soon tho!

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I love your Hannibal writings. What do you think he would do if the reader tried to escape after he brought them to his home?

I'm glad to hear that! I really like writing for Hannibal :)

Attempting to escape Hannibal in and of itself is irrational. You probably wouldn't have gone far to begin with because he has you around him all the time (notice how I said you are around him and not him around you? Yeah, thats because he really likes sharing what he does with you and want you to have the same hobbies/interests, he doesn't discourage your hobbies however)

So when you leave, the first thing he would do is check the cameras around his house. If he notices that you are not there, then he begins his bigger plan.

Hannibal has insane connections with people around town. He would at some point have talked with a few people he has done favours for previously to pull some strings and to make him as your legal guardian.

Using that, he will contact local police stations (because knowing you, thats the first place you would go to) and tell them that his 'mentally unstable' kid has ran away from his house. He would mention things like you having a delusion of being locked up or kidnapped.

Of course since he has status around town, the police would believe him, and he has papers to back his claim.

Eventually, when you do go to the police station, they immediately contact Hannibal while trying to calm you down. You would think that you finally escaped him and you are in the safe arms of the officer, but then he enters the station, putting a concerned parent show towards the officers. He is concerned, don't get me wrong, but there is fury hidden behind that concern.

Its safe to say that its impossible to escape him :)

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what would happen if reader decides to play loud music just to spite Claire and Chris, from kidnapping them and putting them in that DISGUSTING basement and it would be the most annoying pop music imaginable.

HAHAHAH thats funny!!

I think at first they would think you are starting to settle in with them, putting on loud music to them means you trust them enough to start showing your interests, even if they don't like the songs you're playing.

Claire would start asking you questions like who is the singer/band? Or how did you discover their music?

After a while both of them would know that you are trying to annoy them with the loud music, but they wouldn't care. All they see is you finally starting to get comfortable in their home.

Bonus: I think after a while you'll hear Chris humming the song under his breath as he cleans around the house 👀.

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Hey diva :)

So i have like suggestion if you are ever planning naming the yandere batfam x reader x yandere superfam

The Divorced kidnappers parents

Idk if it sounds good but i thought it was funny af bc they literally act like that. Anyways live the serie. Like best thing to read before sleeping always makes my night when i see a update

Anyways hope you have a nice day/night. Bye bye :p

I was thinking about the name Clash of Custodies 🤔

I'm glad you like the series! Hopefully I'll be able to write the next chapter soon, but finals are killing me 🫩 literally typing this as I'm exiting the exam hall lol.

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there’s not enough platonic yandere stuff for snape 😭 it saddens me because there’s so much opportunities for that

I know right??? That's why I started this blog! I knew there were people out there that prefere platonic yanderes over normal romantic ones.

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I'm thinking about naming the yandere batfam and superfam series. I feel like that name is just too big lol. What do you guys think? Should I give it a name?

What do you guys think?

Give the series a name

Keep it the same

Neutral

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Hidden Neighbor Pt.2

Click here for part one

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or franchises mentioned in this fanfiction. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is written purely for entertainment and non-profit purposes.

You sat at a dimly lit room, handcuffed to the wall. You rubbed your wrist in pain. You had been trying to break the chain for a few days now, resulting in a red burn across your wrist. The room you are in is hardly described as a room. The floor is hard, almost seems as if it was still under construction. No windows, of course, so your only source of light is the small light bulb the size of a tennis ball dangling from the ceiling.

This was the basement they refused to let you go to, and now you know why. This was their place for when you 'misbehave'. It was mostly empty, aside from the bed that was at the far end of the room. Part of your punishment is not sitting on it throughout the day. Only during bedtime.

You had nothing for entertainment; Chris insisted on that. He wanted you to know the value of what you lost when you don't listen to them and obey their rules, but all it did was make you hate him even more.

Claire did not agree to this at all. She felt heartbroken everytime she had to deliver food to you and loosen your handcuffs for you to be able to eat. You used to be so happy when you were with them, upstairs. She tried to convince her brother to at least lower the punishment, but he refused. He said you needed to learn the value of the life and things they gave you so you don't try to run away again.

You heard the wooden door loudly squeak, making you flinch. The light that came from upstairs made you squint your eyes, but it was still very clear from the silhouette who the person was. Claire. She was holding a tray full of food. The only way for you to know the time was when Claire brought food. She usually tells you what meal she brought but when she doesn't, you can guess by the looking at the food. From where you are, it seemed like it was lunch.

"Hey, honey, how are you holding up?" She said in a very soft voice, trying to soothe your fear. She can tell you are scared. You often told her to leave at least one light in your room on when it was bedtime, which she thought was adorable. This small bulb is not doing much in terms of lighting. It only lights the area around it, but it doesn’t reach the corners.

Noticing the lack of response from you, she sighed and said: "I know, you must be scared, all alone in this dark room. I would love to scoop you up and hug you but you know how Chris is," she said, kneeling down and putting the tray next to you.

"I'll try talking to him one more time, hopefully he lets you out this time, I have a hunch," She said standing up. She took one look at you, at the way your hair looked so soft, and had this need to ruffle your hair, like you would do to a little sibling. But she knew that Chris doesn't want her doing that. But Chris wasn't around. She quickly bent down hand ruffled your hair, which took you by surprise, then she giggled and put her index finger to her lips, whispering: "shh, don't tell him!" She said and quickly left the room.

You were stunned by this interaction. This was the first time in days that you received any sort of affection from anyone. Made you feel a certain type of longing to her. You are definitely spending more time with her after you are out.

A few hours went by, your lower back is numbed. You've had this sensation constantly in the past few days that you started getting used to it. You wondered what time it was right now. Is it almost dinner time? It must be, Claire brought lunch ages ago. But time is confusing in this isolated room.

As you began to wonder more, the door to the room opened, blinding you with the light from upstairs. This time, the silhouette was tall, muscular, and had wide shoulders. Chris. You instinctively pushed you back against the wall further. He never hurt you, but the way he held himself made you fear him. He walked inside, his expression unreadable.

When he reached you, he leaned down. You lowered your head, thinking the worst. But you felt a pull at your handcuffs and then a sense of emptiness in your hands. You looked down and you saw that he had took away your handcuffs. You looked up confused, and he kneeled down in front of you.

"I will never hurt you, never think of that. But your behaviour needed adjustments, thats why I locked you here. You need to know the value of the life we gave you. The world is dangerous out there." He said, in a soft low voice that you haven't heard from him before. He seemed very hurt at the thought of you flinching from him.

Tears started shedding from your eyes. You felt like begging him to get you out of here, out of this scary, uncomfortable basement and allow you to go to the safety of your room. But you held back, you didn't want to succumb to there tendencies. Chris saw through you. He always did. Years of doing his line of work granted him that ability.

He stood up, and pulled you up with him. Your body was so weak that when you stood up, you almost fell if he didn't still have his arms around you. He locked his arm around your torso and started walking, guiding you towards the door.

"Claire managed to convince me this time, but if you run away again, I won't hesitate to leave you there for weeks, not a few days, just keep that in mind when you think about doing something rebellious"

Author's Note: I didn't expect my yandere re fics to be the top posts of my blog 👀

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Platonic Yandere! Batfam X Reader X Platonic Yandere! Superfam Pt.3

Check out my masterlist for the previous parts :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or franchises mentioned in this fanfiction. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is written purely for entertainment and non-profit purposes.

One would assume that having multiple superheroes fretting over your wellbeing would be the luckiest thing ever. But when those said 'superheroes' are always fighting and never agreeing on something, it becomes catastrophic. This was your situation right now.

Batfamily and superfamily fought over everything regarding you, from your meals, bedtime, exercises, and even what you are going to wear that day. Each thought themselves they are right with their choices and would constantly bicker. However, you are lucky enough to have to witness this once a week.

Every week, at Saturday, both the families would meet at a secluded place to hand you over to the other family. It felt like a drug operation more than anything. Every single member of the family would attend, which you thought was extremely unnecessary. One person is enough.

The batfamily usually brought you in in a limousine. You actually thought it was better than the cramped up pickup car the superfamily had. This is what was happening today. You were brought in a limousine, full of Bruce's kids, sandwiching you from each side. You always sat in the middle, even with superfamily. Their reason is always to 'protect' you. From who? You don't know. All you know is that you hate the time it takes to get to that secluded area because it usually ment being squished in a hug by a crying Dick the entire ride.

"This is so stupid!!! We are the better family, you should stay with us!!" He practically screamed to your ears, his tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. You sighed. Every time you had to leave them to go to the Kents, he became a weeping mess. How is this guy killing people for a living?

"As much as it pains me to leave Y/N with them, we had to make a solution, otherwise it would have been disastrous." Said Bruce, rubbing his face with his palm. He is right, the roof is still getting fixed after all.

Few hours later, you arrived. You can see the Kents car from your heavily-tinted window. Clark was looking at your car with furrowed eyebrows.

The bats slowly started getting out of the car. They made sure they got out of the car before you do. The reason? They need to protect you in case something similar the incident from a couple of weeks ago. The Kents did the same, but holding a glare towards batfam.

You can see the Kents eyes softening as their eyes looked at you. Between the two families, the Kents where the emotional ones. One of them had to be in direct physical contact with you, which was suffocating. Batfam, however, are content with having you within eyesight.

"Clark," said Bruce with a huff. "They had decided to spend the night with their siblings watching movies and playing video games. I expect you to make them take a much needed nap as soon as possible,"

The Kents started groaning. "Of course you would tire them up to make them spend the least amount of time with us as possible. Classic Bruce," said Clark with sneer. "That was not my intention. My children wanted to spend their time together with their sibling, which I think is only reasonable since they won't be able to see each other for the rest of the week,"

"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT HE MEANT!-" Jon screamed and was immediately cut off by Clark putting his arm in front of him. "Fine, we'll get them the much needed rest since you don't seem to be capable of that," Clark responded and you can see Bruce's face deepening as his anger rises.

He wasn't wrong, yesterday tired you so much that you had to stop yourself from nodding off in the car. You can't say you didn't enjoy last night though.

"Can we please get this over with? I'm tired and I feel like I'm gonna pass out." You said, slumping your shoulders. "Of course baby, come here," Clark said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you like you weigh nothing. While Bruce tends to treat you like you share age with damian (even though you are clearly not-), Clark tends to baby you a lot. He would carry you often, refusing to let you down because what if you bump into a wall? Or slip on a rug and fall? He would never forgive himself if that happened.

After a few comments and glares from both families, you were carried back to the car by Clark, sitting you in the back seat and fastening the seat belt for you. Next to you was Kara and Jon, and in the front seat, Lois. Clark sighed and sat down in the driver's seat, looking at you from the rear view mirror and then looked at the bags under your eyes.

"You might wanna catch some sleep while driving, kiddo, its a long ride. You seem exhausted, I can't believe they made you stay up that late. Extremely irresponsible. But you are with us now, and we are going to take better care of you."

Author's Note: when is this finals season going to enduuhhhhh 🫩.

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Whats with the new update? I can't take a screenshot without getting that annoying share window 😑

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Heyyyy do you write for avatar (the big blue people)

No I don't unfortunately, I didn't even watch the movies lol. I've been planning on watching them recently but I don't have the time because I have finals 🙃

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Hidden Neighbor Pt.2

Click here for part one

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or franchises mentioned in this fanfiction. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is written purely for entertainment and non-profit purposes.

You sat at a dimly lit room, handcuffed to the wall. You rubbed your wrist in pain. You had been trying to break the chain for a few days now, resulting in a red burn across your wrist. The room you are in is hardly described as a room. The floor is hard, almost seems as if it was still under construction. No windows, of course, so your only source of light is the small light bulb the size of a tennis ball dangling from the ceiling.

This was the basement they refused to let you go to, and now you know why. This was their place for when you 'misbehave'. It was mostly empty, aside from the bed that was at the far end of the room. Part of your punishment is not sitting on it throughout the day. Only during bedtime.

You had nothing for entertainment; Chris insisted on that. He wanted you to know the value of what you lost when you don't listen to them and obey their rules, but all it did was make you hate him even more.

Claire did not agree to this at all. She felt heartbroken everytime she had to deliver food to you and loosen your handcuffs for you to be able to eat. You used to be so happy when you were with them, upstairs. She tried to convince her brother to at least lower the punishment, but he refused. He said you needed to learn the value of the life and things they gave you so you don't try to run away again.

You heard the wooden door loudly squeak, making you flinch. The light that came from upstairs made you squint your eyes, but it was still very clear from the silhouette who the person was. Claire. She was holding a tray full of food. The only way for you to know the time was when Claire brought food. She usually tells you what meal she brought but when she doesn't, you can guess by the looking at the food. From where you are, it seemed like it was lunch.

"Hey, honey, how are you holding up?" She said in a very soft voice, trying to soothe your fear. She can tell you are scared. You often told her to leave at least one light in your room on when it was bedtime, which she thought was adorable. This small bulb is not doing much in terms of lighting. It only lights the area around it, but it doesn’t reach the corners.

Noticing the lack of response from you, she sighed and said: "I know, you must be scared, all alone in this dark room. I would love to scoop you up and hug you but you know how Chris is," she said, kneeling down and putting the tray next to you.

"I'll try talking to him one more time, hopefully he lets you out this time, I have a hunch," She said standing up. She took one look at you, at the way your hair looked so soft, and had this need to ruffle your hair, like you would do to a little sibling. But she knew that Chris doesn't want her doing that. But Chris wasn't around. She quickly bent down hand ruffled your hair, which took you by surprise, then she giggled and put her index finger to her lips, whispering: "shh, don't tell him!" She said and quickly left the room.

You were stunned by this interaction. This was the first time in days that you received any sort of affection from anyone. Made you feel a certain type of longing to her. You are definitely spending more time with her after you are out.

A few hours went by, your lower back is numbed. You've had this sensation constantly in the past few days that you started getting used to it. You wondered what time it was right now. Is it almost dinner time? It must be, Claire brought lunch ages ago. But time is confusing in this isolated room.

As you began to wonder more, the door to the room opened, blinding you with the light from upstairs. This time, the silhouette was tall, muscular, and had wide shoulders. Chris. You instinctively pushed you back against the wall further. He never hurt you, but the way he held himself made you fear him. He walked inside, his expression unreadable.

When he reached you, he leaned down. You lowered your head, thinking the worst. But you felt a pull at your handcuffs and then a sense of emptiness in your hands. You looked down and you saw that he had took away your handcuffs. You looked up confused, and he kneeled down in front of you.

"I will never hurt you, never think of that. But your behaviour needed adjustments, thats why I locked you here. You need to know the value of the life we gave you. The world is dangerous out there." He said, in a soft low voice that you haven't heard from him before. He seemed very hurt at the thought of you flinching from him.

Tears started shedding from your eyes. You felt like begging him to get you out of here, out of this scary, uncomfortable basement and allow you to go to the safety of your room. But you held back, you didn't want to succumb to there tendencies. Chris saw through you. He always did. Years of doing his line of work granted him that ability.

He stood up, and pulled you up with him. Your body was so weak that when you stood up, you almost fell if he didn't still have his arms around you. He locked his arm around your torso and started walking, guiding you towards the door.

"Claire managed to convince me this time, but if you run away again, I won't hesitate to leave you there for weeks, not a few days, just keep that in mind when you think about doing something rebellious"

Author's Note: I didn't expect my yandere re fics to be the top posts of my blog 👀

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Hii! Could you do an Green arrow/arrowfam platonic yandere? Love them but can't find fics like that anywhere 😭

I'm so sorry, I know nothing about arrowfam 😭 I can't really write it because then I believe it won't be up to standards. I can write for something else if you'd like!

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Please write more fanfics about Severus Yandere 😭♥️♥️♥️♥️

I'm so glad you guys liked my fics!! I really like writing for severus snape, his character is so interesting to me idk why. I'll try to write part three as soon as possible.

If you have any requests for snape feel free to send them :)

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u should totally do a 2nd part of the snape story 🥹🤞maybe the reader tries to get away or distance themselves from him and he hates it

I'm glad you liked it :) click here for part one

Platonic Yandere! Severus Snape Pt.2

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, settings, or franchises mentioned in this fanfiction. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is written purely for entertainment and non-profit purposes.

Your meeting with Professor Snape left ypu with more questions than what you had going in. Something about his tone during your meeting suggested that he was not planning on stopping his 'protective' antics anytime soon. What did he mean by his last sentence? Surely he doesn't mean he will harm a student? No, that must be a misunderstanding. You are beginning to lose your mind.

You left his office. All you were thinking of is how much you are not looking forward to the coming days. You went to your dormitory, seeking the warmth of your bed and the company of the other students in your room. Upon arrival, however, you saw that they were huddled together and talking. But the moment they noticed you opening the door, they went silent. They looked at you as if your presence is terrifying. They went back to sit on their beds immediately, almost rushing towards them.

No, you can't handle this. You need to leave. You put your bag down and pulled your parchment and quill out, quickly writing a letter to your parents, requesting a transfer from Hogwarts. In the letter, you explained how you didn't feel like you belonged there. You stood up, went to the window, and gave it to your owl.

The owl did not waste any moment and immediately flew away to its destination. You can't help but wish it got there as quickly as possible. You can't handle another second in this place, let alone days.

The next two days, you spent your time in your dormitory. You did not attend any class, all you did was stare at the window longingly, wondering when the letter would arrive. You had a thought that your parents did not approve of transferring you to another school, that's why they did not write back.

By the third day, you completely lost hope on getting a reply from them. You started attending the classes again, but its no secret that you were not willing to attend his class. You didn't know you can get any more terrified of Professor Snape, yet here you are.

You sat at your bed, thinking about whether you should go back to attend his classes, because as much as you didn't want to, it was rather rude not attending them. He helped you, whether you approved of his methods or not. You heard a small clicking sound coming from the window. You looked up to the window and saw your owl.

You hurried towards the window and opened it, taking the envelope it was holding on its beak. You took the letter and opened in a very rushed manner, tearing the envelope in a way that seemed almost childish. You pulled the parchment inside and opened it and quickly scanned its content.

They approved.

You were almost flying with happiness with the way you were jumping up and down. With this sudden movement, the owl flew away. You quickly wore your shoes and your robe back on and hurried your way down the stairs to the headmasters office. You needed his approval as well after all.

The hallways were empty, which was quiet reasonable since it was a class period. However, you did not expect to bump into someone you've been avoiding for days. Professor Snape.

"And where, exactly, have you been?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You felt a wave of fear wash over you upon hearing his voice. "You have missed an unacceptable number of classes. I assumed you got ill!" He said walking closer to you. "I do not tolerate unexplained absences. Even from you. Especially from you. How do you expect me to protect you when you are not within my eyesight?" He asked. You can see from the way his features shifted that he was worried about you, but that didn't ease your worries.

"P-Professor! I- uh, I got projects that I needed to work on!" you said, trying to hide the stutter in your speech. "Projects? At this early stage of the sememster? Either the other professors have been overworking you or you are completely lying." He replied, already knowing the answer.

"No! I'm telling the truth!" You said, attempting to hide the parchment you received from your parents underneath your sleeves. He looked at you, as if assessing you, then said "Very well then, I expect you to attend the classes from now on. This is for your own good."

You nodded you head quickly and attempted to walk quickly away from him. Knowing his personality, he probably would have turned around and made a dramatic exit with his cloak billowing behind him, so you pulled the parchment, making sure its still in one piece. You were glad that you acted quickly and he didn't notice you hiding the letter inside your sleeves.

"Stupify!" Was the last thing you heard before a wave hit you on your back that sent shocks all over your body that rendered you motionless, making you fall on the hard floor. You opened your eyes, frantically looking around for any sign of the person who caused you this. That's when you saw Professor Snape, looming over you.

"You are a terrible lier, Ms./Mr L/N." He said in a low dangerous voice. He kneeled down, gathering your limp body onto his arms. "I know of your wish to leave hogwarts, I trained your owl to deliver the letters to me before you. For your protection of course. I did not anticipate that you would do something quite so insane as transferring from Hogwarts. Whether you appreciate it or not, it is my duty, as your professor, to ensure your safety."

"And you do not simply remove yourself from my oversight without my knowledge I protect my students." He started walking, but you had no clue to where he was taking you. "Even from their own catastrophically poor judgment."

Author's Note: I feel like writing during my break from studying is way better than scrolling through my phone, less stimulating too! :)

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Would you continue the story hidden neighbor or another story of yours?

Yes! I'm actually working on three, and one of them is hidden neighbor :)

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What are Batfam yan stories/blogs your favorite? Genuinely begging, I need something to read

Lol I feel you! My absolute favourites are @mossycobblestonesstuff and @maliciouscottonball ! I think both of their work is incredible :)