#platonic yandere Thoma

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Miss you

Platonic!Yandere!Thoma x Child!Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Kamisato siblings(mentioned)

"Thoma, please, have a seat, I've heard a lot about you both from Y/n and from other residents of the Ritou island. It's a pleasure for me to finally meet you. Y/n herself is not at home right now, but I think we can find a topic for conversation before she returns."

"Yes, you are absolutely right. It's nice to meet you too, but to be honest, I'm here on business..."

"Oh... Really?"

Your mother was a little surprised by this statement, because all the short period of time that she lived in Ritou, Thoma has never come with something serious. To be completely honest, the housekeeper of the Kamisato estate has never even spoken to her, and it's been five months. However, he got along very well with you and often came to take you for a walk in the morning and return you in the evening.

And everything would have been fine if he hadn't started taking you away from Ritou Island. This worried her, but she also understood that he had a certain influence and since no complaints or fines were received, she simply didn't know how to react to this and that is why she didn't raise a scandal out of the blue. But it looks like now she has a chance to find out about it.

"To be honest, I also have some conversation with you..."

"You have my attention."

"I recently found out that Y/n is leaving the borders of Ritou with you, and it bothers me a little."

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk about."

"Then please continue."

"The reason I'm here now is because my lord and my lady have expressed a desire to take Y/n to themselves. Thanks to this, your daughter will be able to get a decent education, as well as move freely around Inazuma. The lord also stated that he agreed to pay you a decent amount of mora as compensation, if you wish."

Your mother was shocked by such a proposal, at first she even thought she had heard it wrong, but the more the housekeeper continued, the more annoyed she became. How could he even dare to talk so easily and simply to her about selling her own child?!

"Thoma, tell your lord that he won't get my consent and Y/n will stay with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Thoma, I'm sure."

"Okay, I'll tell him what you said, but please think about this offer. The lord is not one to give up quickly."

After that day, you were forbidden to communicate with Thoma and leave Ritou as well. Housekeeper stopped coming to your home only a month later and during that month he made at least five visits with the same offer.

You didn't understand what was going on, but you saw how your mother was under pressure and how gloomy she became when Thoma came. Because of this, you were happy when housekeeper stopped coming to your mother. However, new problems have emerged. Suddenly, strange rumors began to circulate all over the island. People began to look at you with pity and regret, and at your mother with hatred and censure.

And right now you were devastated, standing on the street and looking at your house, you saw mom being taken away by the Tenryou Commission. What is going on?

Suddenly you felt like you were taken by the hand, you shuddered. It was Thoma. He gently led you out of the crowd of people who were watching your mother being arrested, and led you to the exit from the island. You stopped.

"What is it, Y/n?"

Thoma squatted down and looked into your eyes, you started crying.

"I don't want to leave..."

"Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry about what happened, but you can't stay here."

Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, Thoma began to wipe away your tears. With one hand he held your head, and with the other he gently dabbed the drops rolling down your cheeks. He, not wanting to cause irritation on the skin, tried to do it as carefully as possible, without pressing hard and without rubbing moisture all over your face.

"Who's going to take care of you if you will be here alone? And besides, Ayaka and Ayato will be very worried about you. Although, in fact, they are already. Therefore, let's not make them worry any more and visit them, okay?"

You nodded weakly and Thoma smiled. He removed the handkerchief and lightly pinched your nose, stood up and held out you his hand.

"Come on now, you haven't been to the Kamisato estate for a long time and everyone misses you."

[radicallxser]

"Careful", you snag the boy's shirt before he can step into the road. The boy's head snaps away from his phone and towards you.

He looks pissed but you watch his face shift into a blank sort of stare.

"Sorry-", you release the grip on his shirt, shifting the carrier on your hip, "you should pay more attention when you're this close to the road."

You offer him a weak smile and he blinks up at you, then turns and scurries across the road, focused back onto his phone. Sighing, you adjust baby carrier and begin walking again.

The walk isn't a horrible one, ten minutes is nothing on the half hour walk it takes you to get to work. It's just a little more difficult with a awkward sized baby carrier.

Typically you'd take the train, but you need to get to the grocery store before it gets dark. The air is already chilly but the forecast calls for snow and the baby doesn't need that.

-

The store is a little warmer when you step inside and you even manage to snag a buggy.

The store is relatively quiet and you find what you need to...except for the box of baby rice towards the back on a shelf you can't reach.

You groan softly, glancing at the snoozing babe. She loves those...

You stand on your very tiptoes, grabbing at air. Then, a hand reaches up and grabs them. You turn, about to ask them for the box, when the man passes the box to you.

"Here, you looked like you needed help." He holds the box out with one hand, running his fingers through his black hair with the other.

You blink curiously at him, then take the box.

"Thank you so much, hon." You grin, placing the item in your cart and hurrying to check out.

-

The walk is still cold, despite the sun barely starting to set. You shiver, somehow managing to carry the groceries and the baby carrier at the same time.

About half a mile from your apartment, you bump into a chest. Dropping a few bags and praying the eggs aren't in them.

"Sorry about that", a masculine voice mumbles above you. You tilt your head up to meet the eyes of a boy a little younger than the one who helped you before. He tilts his head, a tuft of white hair hanging in his eyes.

"Would you like some help?" He starts grabbing the dropped bags before you can answer. He makes a gesture for you to lead the way.

"I'm Jason, by the way. We live in the same complex."

You swear you've never seen him before, but maybe that's just you.

-

That night, groceries put away and a baby snuggled happily against your chest, you lay in bed.

Oblivious to several pairs of eyes watching you and the bickering from the rooftops above.

"Ummi spoke to me today, with the baby!" Damian speaks.

"Yeah, well I helped ma with her groceries!" Jason gives him a playful shove.

"Well, the baby smiled at me!" Dick jabs a thumb at his chest triumphantly.

"All of you hush!" Tim speaks up, crouched next to Duke, eyes focused on a familiar window.

Bruce looms nearby, caught up his daydream where he's the sweater wrapped so tightly around you. Someday.

Someday sooner than you think.

[gotham-daydreams]

Birthday

[Yandere Batfam × Gender Neutral! Reader]

[Warnings: Implied-ish Kidnapping, Reader is Restrained, Yandere Implications (?)]

(Happy birthday to me, and whoever reads this too if it's your birthday :]. Something short and sweet for your troubles! Not proofread or really edited.)

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When you finally came to, you couldn't see anything at first. You tried to move, but only found yourself bound to something you couldn’t see. All you could tell was that you were sitting, and that your wrists, along with your ankles, were tied down.

Maybe you’d say something, or even call out to see if anyone was around or could help you, but you didn't. Despite the deafening silence and complete darkness, you could've sworn that there are others in the room with you… wherever you are. Even if you couldn't see them or hear them, and honestly you didn't know if that made things better or worse.

You couldn't say how many of them there are, but it was enough for them to surround you - or maybe it was only one or two people whose presence was enough to make you feel surrounded and suffocating. Though, no matter which turned out to be true, that didn't change the reality of the situation.

You were trapped in a dark room with someone, bound to what felt like a chair, and had no means of escape.

Have you been kidnapped? Or were you still in your apartment, just tied to one of your chairs?

… Again, you didn't know what was worse.

The ropes that held your wrists and ankles burned and dug into your skin when you moved even the slightest bit.

However, you didn't have much of a chance to move anymore before you felt someone place their hands on your shoulders, and slowly pulled you to sit back, as if trying to get you comfortable. Yet it only made you tense and straighten your back, but you didn't dare resist nor look back. Their touch was cold, so much so that you could feel it from under your sweater, but you still tried to not make a peep. 

It was only now did you feel your heart begin to pound against your chest, with sweat beginning to form and slowly roll down from your skull. You could feel what felt like countless eyes on you, and though you couldn't help but shrink under their invisible gaze, you didn't dare move, or even make a sound. You don't think you could bear being the first, especially not with someone's hands still on you.

It was only a moment after, did something break the deafening silence. It sounded like clicking, or a flick of some kind before a small little flame spawn from the darkness, coming from what seemed to be the tip of a long lighter, even if you could barely make it out. 

You watched as the little flame moved, before stopping over what seemed to be the tip of a candle, and stayed there before it lit. Not once did you look away as the little flame jumped from candle to candle, before it was suddenly put out once all the candles were lit. It was only now that you could see that the candles were on top of a cake, one you recognized too well and made your heart drop.

“Happy birthday to you~.” A voice began to sing as the cake was lifted, revealing a sort of blue ‘V’, with the ends almost acting as wings for whatever creature it tried to represent.

The figure began to move, the little flames on the candles revealing more of what laid in the darkness, more things that made the dread inside your chest grow.

“Happy birthday to you~.” The person approached you from the right, revealing four more people as they slowly drew close with each little word and step. Your heart began to race, and your dread only continued to grow. 

The first they passed was someone in a black suit that seemed to hold some kind of silver tray by their side. The only thing you noticed about the second was a brown jacket, and the faintest bit of a red symbol, with the third also wearing a red suit with a cape and black straps along the chest, with some kind of gold symbol with bird where the straps intersected right at the center.

The fourth also had a cape with some red on their own suit, but there was some yellow on the inside of the cape, and you could've sworn you could make out the faintest traces of an ‘R’ patch on the uppermost left area of the chest.

The hands on your shoulders felt heavier somehow as you felt another slow, cold bead of sweat roll down from your head, and trail down to your neck.

“Happy birthday~,” The person holding the cake stepped closer, and you could practically feel them beside you as they placed the cake down right in front of you, their arm nearly brushing against your own.

“Dear~,” Suddenly, a sparkler lit at the end of the table, and it came from the left side this time. Whoever was holding it walked down from the left, and very briefly and faintly could you make out three more people. 

The one holding the sparkler had an outline of a bat along their chest in yellow, with the majority of their suit being covered in black. They passed by someone whose suit was prominently purple, with their cloak covering most of their outfit, and showing they were wearing a hood as well. The last was mostly in yellow, and they seemed to be wearing something more akin to armor, with a reflective bat insignia on their chest as well.

Just how many people were there?

“Y/n~.” The person finally finished, saying your name right in your ear as the sparkler was placed on the cake. The words ‘Happy Birthday, Y/n! Lot's of love, Your Family ♡’ were written in icing on top of the cake, with a bit of smudged icing on top of the words ‘Your Family’, signifying that they had replaced the name that was originally there, and written over it, with little effort put into them even hiding that fact.

“Happy birthday to you~.” They hummed out with a little chuckle, tone happy-go-lucky and much too light for your liking. Especially when you were in a dark room with several people, tied to a chair with your wrists and ankles tightly bound.

Then, you felt someone's breath against your other ear, and when they spoke, their voice was much deeper and gruffer than the person who sung before.

“Go on, make a wish.” 

Chills shot down your spine, and it was only now did you notice the small little blinking red light on the right side of the table, around where the person in the suit stood.

You glanced at the faint lens you could barely make out in the dark, and back at the cake, silently swallowing before you took in a breath, and blew out the candles.

With that, your fate was sealed, and the cake was cut.

Of course, it was your favorite flavor, and made just how you liked it. 

Just like how she always made it.

— 

Bonus:

One of the candles is a trick candle, and as it relights it sets off a bomb and the room explodes, the end! :]

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Puppies

Warning(s): manipulation, yandere shit, yelling

Summery: after a fight with bruce, duke brings you a gift (but not is all that is seems to be)

Bruce is a dick when he’s angry, but he never yells and that’s the worst part. He takes, takes everything that you are and makes you feel so small, and sometimes you think that this is what Jason run, because if he had to deal with this when he was young then why wouldn’t he.

You’ve curled up in your bathroom, the room door that locks, and you’ve rested yourself against it, not thinking about how you’re breaking another rules because there are so many rules and you always seem to fuck up even on the days that you're trying to be good. There is not good enough for them, there is nothing you can do to get your freedom because they are all faster, stronger, smarter then you are. They've done a millions times and you've never been held hostage and been told that it's for love.

this is nopt love, this is possession and you do not want possession. Does freedom even exist for you, made something that you didn't used to be by them, because of them.

"Hey," there's a voice from outside the door, pulling you away from the spiral that you've sunken into. You don't respond to the voice even though you know that it's just Duke, Duke the only person not to raise his hands againt you, never cruel, always patient, always kind. It was with him that you meant to go on a outing with but now, you don't want to leave this bathroom, because at least it is safe in the bathroom.

There's a soft rapping sound and Duke sighs, "I heard that Bruce lost his mind, huh? That probably really sucked." He's making an understatement and you both know it but Duke is gentle anyways, (a predator) coaxing you out of your hiding spot. "Tell me what happened and I'll give you a surprise." he says, and Duke's surprises are always good so you start.

"I didn't know that bruce didn't know about our outing," you whisper, "i was waiting on the front step and he saw and he lost it. Duke, am I really nothing without you?" There's a hissed out sigh from Duke, "You know that Bruce gets anxious about us, right? Specially you an Jase cause you're new and Jase is fresh home. He didn't mean to." You know that and yet, it's not enough right now. "I told you what happened," you snap, "so give me my surprise now."

Your (not a) brother laughs, "only if you unlock the door and come out.” You unlock the door, slowly opening it. It’s duke and he’s holding something, well two something’s actually. He’s holding what look like twin Rottie puppies and they’re so cute. “I thought you’d like to have someone besides me and Jase. You take one of them and coo and it. “Whats their name?” You mumble, holding the puppy tight across your chest. “I thought it might be funny to name them Shadow and sunshine. I’d take shadow, she’s a girl, and you could have sunshine, he’s a boy .” You croon and Sunshine with his black fur and bright blue eyes. “They’re perfect. thank you duke.”

Duke smiles, “and because they are puppies, we get to go to training together so more outings.” You grin at him, crooning at the say that sunshine yawns. “Can he sleep here?” You murmur, and Duke nods.

“Thank you Duke,”

“Welcome Sunshine.”

-

Bruce is getting some work done with his son storms into his office, eyes glowing in way that they only do when he’s angry. “What’s wrong?” he says, and Duke hisses, that sound more animal then anything a normal human could make.

“You really had to fuck up all my progress with them? I got sunshine to the point of not wanting to escape and you nearly ruined all that because you’re scared.” Bruce stands, staring at duke. “I did not know,” he snaps, “I did not know and I didn’t mean to.”

His son laughs, the sound cold. “I know that but that doesn’t mean you ruin all my fuckin progress with Sushine cause you a paranoid motherfucker.” Some of Duke’s gotham is slipping into his accent as he speaks, never yelling but obvious furious. There’s a knock on the door, and Dick slips in, looking at the two of them before sighing, “just go spar it out and you’ll feel better.” Duke slips out of the room, tiling his head in a way that means follow so bruce follows.

Author’s note: Duke is such a scary yandere to me bc this man really be bending you in ways that you can’t even notice. Yes the dog was a plot to get you to stay with them and not run. Duke genuinely does not care what he has to do to protect his family and I think that he’s so real for that /j

[yandereobess]

Ok hear me out…

Platonic yandere bat fam with a reader that is just kinda vibing with it. Like… you want me to come live in your huge ass Manor House and be taken care of? Sick, omw! I don’t have to cook or clean or leave the house? Sign me up! Someone has to take me anywhere I want? F it, family day trip bitches, get in the car.

They’re just chilling with it, no rent no bills anything they could ever want, maybe they didn’t have the most affectionate relationship with they’re bio family’s, maybe they’re NC with them because they’re toxic, doesn’t matter, you got a new, rich one now. You can overlook the overprotective and possessive tendencies for a few million in the bank!

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Gaps 5

Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Mentally il/Forgetful Reader

Warnings: exploitation of mental illness, depression and self-neglect, forcing the use of medication, manipulation,arguing, implied threats of violence against an animal (DW MOMO IS IN NO DANGER), and captivity and general yandere themes.

Despite what you thought, they don’t hound you twenty-four seven. They are not constantly at your side, are not as close as they normally are. Dick comes around, because it’s Dick and you were normally attached to the hip. Or you had been. Things were different now.

And of course the peace wouldn’t last. Of course the Wayne’s wouldn’t be content to allow you some much needed time to adjust, of course things went wrong. When there’s a quiet knock at the door of your room, you’d stiffened, Momo in your arms.

Tim pushes the door open. It was always Tim, or Damian, or Jason. Dick didn’t really come to see you in the mornings. Not after you’d refused to even touch the food he’s laid out, not after you had ignored his existence the entire time he’d been in your room. As far as you were concerned, Dick was to blame for all of this. He’d had the initial idea to kidnap you, he’d introduced you to his family, he’d been the one to cause your pain.

You shift, fingers clenching your blanket tightly, letting Momo slip out of your arms. She prances up to Tim, rubbing her face against his pant leg, and it makes your heart race in your chest. None of the Wayne’s had hurt her, sure, but she was so little and friendly that it worried you that they would. Tim, thankfully, barely even acknowledges her. He gently nudged her out of the way with his foot, setting down the tray he had been carrying on the bedside table.

“Alfred mentioned that you hadn’t touched your plate. Is the new medication interfering with your appetite?” He asks, and you swallow. You really didn’t want to have your meds changed again. They had just put you back on the prazosin for fucks sake, and you would prefer if you didn’t go back to those stupid drugs.

“Did Alfred mention it or were you just stalking me again?” You mutter, drawing your knees up to your chest. Tim frowns.

“It’s not my fault you keep trying to do something stupid!” He snaps, and it’s defensive. Angry. Maybe it’s because he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe it’s because he knows he’s in the wrong.

“You barely take care of yourself, (Y/N).” He starts, and he angrily sorts your meds as he does so, fingers flicking through the pills to lay them out. You noticed he did that. Compulsively sorted or organized thing when he was thinking, lips pulled into an angry frown.He continues, ruthless.

“We’ve tried doing it your way. We gave you space, like you asked, and you haven’t eaten. You barely interact with anyone, you haven’t brushed your hair since after dinner three nights ago, and not only that, you’ve barely gotten out of bed. You only get up if one of us make you or if it’s to feed Momo or use the restroom.”

His voice starts to rise in anger, getting loudly and louder as he yells in your face.

Your ears ring. You can’t tell the cotton in your mouth is from disassociation, anger, or sheer, unadulterated indignation. How dare he.

“And who’s fault is that?!” You snarl, pushing yourself up. Tim wouldn’t hit you, you knew. He argued with you, and he was clingy as fuck during the rare occasions you let him touch you or got caught off guard enough to not protest when he initiated it, but never did he hit you.

“You all- I can’t even leave the HOUSE! I can’t do anything without a fucking escort! You watch me through the fuckin cameras, you creeper, don’t think I haven’t heard Jason fucking teasing you for it! You all might not be at my hip all the time, but I’m not stupid enough to let myself even THINK for a second that you aren’t aware of everything in my life!”

You scream.

“You’re so fucking convinced that I am incompetent and stupid, you’re so fucking convinced I can’t take care of myself, that you ruined my life for it! That- I can’t even leave the house, I can’t do anything by myself, don’t think I didn’t notice how literally anytime I walk past the kitchen, someone’s always watching me, this isn’t fucking fair or right, and fuck you for doing it!”

You snarl, and Tim just… stands there. Takes it. He doesn’t argue, which you expect, but he doesn’t apologize, either. You hate that you used to trust him. You hate that you used to look up to him, admiring his wits and intelligence when he had been using those very same attributes to rip apart your life so he and his family of snakes could pick up the pieces and put them back together again.

“I trusted you and all you did was throw my trust in my fucking face!” You snarl. “I told you, how I struggled to remember things! How I felt like I was going insane because my stuff kept vanishing! You offered- you offered to help me search my apartment! Was that just- just another opportunity to stalk me?! To manipulate me?”

Your voice cracks. You weren’t even screaming anymore, no matter how much the anger burns.

“You were right to trust us.” Tim finally says. “I know you don’t like it, I really do, and that it’s not fair, but we’re doing this to help you. You-“

He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“You haven’t eaten. Haven’t brushed your hair, or your teeth. You’re lethargic. You fight us every step of the way on taking your meds. What if we weren’t around taking care of you? What if-“

He wrings his hands slightly, and you feel a trickle of doubt seep in. He seems to genuinely believe what he was saying. That you needed him, needed them, to keep yourself alive. To keep yourself sane. You don’t know if it’s delusion or paranoia or some other, crippling thing, but it makes your stomach twist with guilt and what might be sorrow.

“Tim.” You cut in, grabbing his hands in your own. His eyes widen, and you worry your grip is too tight from your anger and your desperation to be heard, so you loosen it, slightly. He tightens his grip.

“Tim, I took care of myself for years. And I-“ You swallow, there’s this faint pressure in your eyes that might be the beginnings of tears, but it was something. “- I get I didn’t always do the best job, okay? I get that. But you need to just- you need to trust me. Please.”

You plead, and his face softens, cracks. The anger drains and you feel guilt. What you’re doing, it feels like manipulation even though you know it’s not, and you wonder how the Wayne’s have gotten you so twisted up into knots that even asking for your autonomy as an adult and a person felt like some forbidden thing. You hadn’t even been with them that long. Certainly not long enough for Stockholm Syndrome to occur, and the conditions for Stockholm weren’t even really being met, you were pretty sure.

“I do trust you.” He insists. “We all trust you. But- you need help. Help that you won’t get for yourself and won’t let others get for you. Can’t you just trust us back?” He asks like it’s simple. Like you would want to trust the people who hurt you so totally, so completely, you thought you would never recover. The Wayne’s had been the few people in your life you had sought out, the few people who had been a part of your life, who hadn’t minded your quirks and oddities. They had fit into your life so seamlessly you had nearly forgotten a time they weren’t there, and it had scared you, so you’d pushed them away.

You should have pushed them away sooner.

Your hands go lax, and you slide them from Tim’s grip. There’s a moment where he seems reluctant to let go, before he releases his grip, and you place your hands in your lap.

You were already tired of arguing. The righteous anger had burnt itself out in the face of how sincere he was being.

“Why don’t we get you ready for the day and you’ll feel better?” Tim offers suddenly, like you hadn’t just nearly broken down in front him about being treated as incapable, being treated like a child.

You hold out your hand. He places the pills in them, and you glance down. You consider throwing them across the room again, but last time you had, you had simply gotten the same medication forced down your throat. You take the pills with a grimace, and Tim passes you a glass of water. This, you also resist throwing.

You eat mechanically, the food tasting like ash in your mouth even though you know it probably tasted delicious. Alfred’s cooking always did. When you’re done, you set the plate to the side, and Tim takes it.

“Why don’t you get dressed, yeah?” He asks softly, like you have a choice, and you narrow your eyes at him, silently communicating you wanted him out of the room. He doesn’t budge.

“Hey, Tim, where’s the-“ You jump slightly when Duke pokes his head in the empty doorframe, surprised.

“Oh! Hey, you’re up! Tim said you were having trouble with your hair, yeah? Want some help?” He lifts the comb and strangling brush, a myriad of other things in his arms.

You pause, considering. Part of it was spite, part of it was the fact Duke was asking, and not telling, but you nod, and he beams. He looks absolutely delighted, and he steps into the room after a moment.

“Awesome! Grab a pillow to sit on and let’s get started, yeah?” He beams, setting down his supplies on your bedside table. He doesn’t mention your meds, or the food, or anything else. It’s refreshing.

“Sure.”

Momo hops into your lap, the little opportunist, and you stroke her fur softly as Duke gets everything situated. Tim looks horribly jealous, and the thought makes you a little smug. It didn’t even feel all that petty, given how he had just been practically demanding you listen to him, and Duke had come in, offering you help but not demanding you take it.

Duke’s hands are gentle as he does your hair, carefully working out the tangles, and you hum, leaning back into it. You were still.. wary, you’d be an idiot not to be, but it was a little better with his fingers in your hair and you wanting them to be there.

“Duke?” You say slowly, Momo in your lap.

“Yeah?”

“Why’re you okay with.. all of this?” You start, fingers tapping on your thigh as he works out the knots.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you wonder if he’s going to play stupid.

“All of it. The kidnapping, the tampering with my medication, the…” You trail off.

Duke sighs. He sounds so much older than he is, and it makes your heart ache.

“I’m not.” He says lowly, glancing at the now closed door Tim had left through. “I understand where they’re coming from, don’t get me wrong but.. it’s not fair to you.” He finished. “Figured I may as well give you some normally.”

You nod, and sigh, leaning against him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

[mayullla]

Title: Stepfather Thoma

Character(s): Thoma (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Modern au, Stepfather au; Thoma always tried his best to be by your side ever since he first saw you when he first started working at the kindergarten.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, child!reader, purely platonic, obsessive, yandere themes, minor character death

Your mother was always busy ever since you were young, after she and your father broke up she had to work harder to support the two of you. Maybe in the later years, you would have been thankful for what she has done but you were still but a small child. Still too young for you to understand that your mother can't go to all the parent-teacher meetings and sports festivals and would pick you up late from school because she was often too busy to pick you up on time.

Can't be with you often as you would like.

So more often than not you were stuck in the kindergarten alone, your friends all already left with their parents holding their hands as they tell them about the fun things that happened that day while their parents would humor them with a smile on their faces.

You wished that your mother would come faster…

But it was alright because Thoma was there! A teacher at your kindergarten who was always there with you when you had to wait for your mother! He was a nice man playing board games, tea parties, playing with the ball, and anything that you wanted to do he would play with you.

Thoma was the one who always makes you happy when you feel lonely. Sometimes when you come back home you would miss him when you watched your mother slave away on the laptop for some project she was working on.

You thought of your lonely room or living room where your mom promised to make a pillow fortress with you when she was finally free from work. Yet the living room continued to be devoid of the puffy material and laughter.

But in the end, when your mother comes to the kindergarten you would still cheerfully hold your mother's hand as the two of you would head back home. Too excited in seeing your mother’s face, excited to tell you everything that happened in school, excited to tell her what you did when you waited for her same as the other kids and their parents. Telling her that teacher Thoma and you drew pictures, or how you guys played with the lego and made a castle together.

You didn't see how Thoma would watch longingly at you and your mother, envious of her relationship with you and how close you guys were. 

Thoma always wanted you, ever since he first laid eyes on you. It wasn't something romantic, it was more of how a mother bear would be protective over her bear cubs. It was platonic and… obsessive.

You are just so adorable! How could he help it?

The first time he saw you, he noticed how sweet you were. A troublemaker sometimes sure but weren't all kids like that? But he would always see that tint of loneliness in your eyes when he saw you watching other kids. So he tried to be nice to you, spending time while the both of you wait for your mother.

Thoma wanted you, he wanted you to look at him as you did to your mother. The brightness in your eyes when you see her come to pick you up and the bright and loud voice of excitement that you would give when you explained everything that happened in class that day.

Thoma wanted that…Sure you are happy around him and talk to him a lot as he became the closes teacher to you in the kindergarten but it still lacked… lacked the joy that you have for your mother. This certain reliance that a child would have on their parents.

So he made a decision back then… he wanted you but it was not like he could steal you. He was only a teacher, nothing grand nor does he think he has the wits to outsmart others like his friend Ayato. He didn't want to see you sad and scared either… You were too precious to have tear fall from your eyes, all he wants was for you to smile.

So he started asking you what your mother was like, things that you like about her and he wanted to change a small bit not too obvious but if there was a small thing that you liked your mother doing like patting your head or holding your hand when you go out, he already has that done. If you told him that you like that your mother would listen to your stories all the time or something about candies that she has that you absolutely love. He will listen to your stories! He would also buy you the candy that you absolutely love, and every day he would give you one. 

But he also asked what’s your mother's likes and dislikes too, you didn't understand what he was really asking about but you were too excited to talk about your mother. Telling him almost everything you know about your mom, some stories that made you proud or very clear in your mind you would say it 2 to 3 times, and Thoma would just listen smiling.

You were excited when you saw your mother and Thoma talk for the first time a little longer than the last other than a short ‘thank you’, two of your favorite people in the world were talking to each other after all! Most of the conversations were about you really, like how you were doing well at the kindergarten and that you were a good kid. All sounded pretty innocent to you. Your mother also thanked Thoma for always looking after you so when the two of you when back home you noticed the flushed cheeks your mother had.

You didn't understand why your mother’s red cheek, you didn't realize that your teacher Thoma had been very special kind of ‘kind’ or ‘concerned’ towards your mother because… you didn't hear it, you didn't notice nor understand. You found their conversation boring after a while and chose to go somewhere else to play and amuse yourself while they continued talking.

After that, they two would talk often when your mom would come to pick you up. Thoma would talk about you while she would listen or he would ask her questions, like how was her day and such. Your mother started to ask you what teacher Thoma was like and you innocently would tell her how amazing he was. After that, she would ask about his likes and dislikes, his hobbies and then would ask you to ask him what kind of women he likes. It was a slip-up really asking you that last question it wasn't like you would really know.

One day she was looking at her wardrobe when she asked you what his favorite color was. You did ask him that question before and quickly answered that his favorite color was red. After that, she took you to your friend's home while she was dressed in a pretty red outfit.

You didn't find out that Thoma and your mother started to date, you noticed something was odd between them at one point but you never really understood, maybe you didn't care, maybe you noticed but the focus was never there and you ended up forgetting about it at one point.

It was a few months then when your mother suddenly sat you down, at night when you already got ready for bed. Her eyes filled with concern as she asked you what you thought about her marrying again. You just tilted your head at her and slowly nod a bit hesitant because of the atmosphere. Her smile in relief was the last thing you remember that night as you gaze at the ceiling glowing star stickers excited that you finally have a dad, and not only that it was Thoma!

You greeted him with the biggest smile that next day, asking question after question about him and your mom’s relationship some he just skipped some he answered vaguely. You were a child after all no need to know all the details what Thoma wanted to know was your day, your childish thoughts and feelings he was more interested in them than your mother.

It was a month or so when you gasp at how pretty your mom looked in her pretty white wedding dress, with a flustered look on her face so genuinely happy and you were the flower girl! You were so excited to have a new family as you watch your mother and Thoma kiss on the stage as people cheered, you thought you cheered the loudest that day.

You didn't see Thoma’s gaze towards you too happy for your mom and having a family with a father, you can't hear his thoughts that you were in a way finally his, his little daughter than some kindergarten teacher that can't follow you to your future as you grow. He can be with you as you grow up and stay right by your side. Nobody can tell him off with his obsession towards you because he was your father, after all, a parental figure who worries about their little daughter. Really Thoma just can't calm his beating heart as he watched you cheer for him, as he thought about the future with you with him.

Your mornings were always fun, Thoma was the one who almost always made breakfast after he moved into your and your mom’s home. He was the one who now takes you to the kindergarten. 

You didn't realize it nor your mother too tired and too in love but Thoma was slowly taking more and more of your time.

Times when you watched your mom leave for work when it was the holidays your stepfather Thoma would always be there for you asking if you would like to bake with him or play board games with him. Your stepdad would always make you smile at the end of the day as you felt reassured in your heart that you would not be alone as he told you that he would always be there for you.

When your mother told you that she was too tired to talk and to play with your toys instead Thoma would be there asking you if you would like to play tea party with him, your teddy bear is a little lonely and would like to hang out with you after all. Your mom was always loving, but she does have moments when she is just so so tired that she didn't want anything to do with you that even smiling was hard, Thoma would be there to comfort you after he guided your mom to the bathroom for a long relaxing bath. Telling you that your mom had a rough day and that you could just hang out with him instead. 

You didn't realize it but you started to rely on Thoma more and more, your mother also didn't realize how attached you were to him happy that you have someone other than her that cared and adored you just as much if not more and would be there for you when she couldn’t.

You and your mom didn't see the glint in Thoma’s eyes, absolutely happy that you were slowly looking at him. The obsession that you were his daughter and that he could always be there for you never disappeared and instead grew stronger and stronger, it was unsettling how much he loved you and treasured you yet to others all they see was a father who spoiled their little princess. Nobody saw how he manipulated his words, words that were bittersweet yet poison to a young one, how could they? When they see how much fond love Thoma has towards you, to them it was just cute really.

But as time went Thoma became less and less satisfied with his life, wanting to hog all your attention even the attention you gave to your mother he wanted it all. Because no matter what he could do, he could not change the relationship between you and her.

He started to grow mildly annoyed when your mother would ask for his attention when she ask him to spend a little more time with her instead of you. She noticed how much time he spent with you her daughter yet gave no attention to her, his spouse. When he gave her so much in the past, where did it all go? Thoma grew even more annoyed at her off days when she could finally be with you and play together with you. Taking all his time from you that day, that you still loved your mother this much.

He thought about a life with you and without your mother, it was just you and him. How wonderful it would be, to be with you and to have your undivided attention than to share with your mom. Sure you would be sad to see your mother gone and feel a little abandoned but don't worry he would be with you all the way as he helped you heal any remaining scars that were left by your mom and after that, it would really just be you and him for real this time. And a friend was willing to help him this time make it happen.

You don't remember how it happened, you and your stepdad had headed out to the morning market and had just returned when you saw police cars in front of your home. It was confusing and concerning as you tightly gripped your stepdad’s hand in worry as to why police would come to your home as you already knew that your mom was out at work.

After that, it was almost a blur when you listened to your stepdad talk with the police as the policeman gave you a hesitant glance unsure to say it in front of you but in the end chose to do so, the shock in Thoma’s voice when the police told him that your mother was caught in a car accident and that she passed away as she was taken away to the hospital. 

You asked him what happened unable to comprehend what was really happening. But seeing how hesitant he was and how the pupils of his eyes and his hands shook he took you to another room for privacy, hugging you as if it was some sort of comfort when you wanted to know what was going on. 

You screamed your voice raw that day, as you cried and shouted at Thoma that no your mother would never leave you behind and that she loved you a lot. You screamed and pushed him away, you cried and slammed your tiny fist on his legs too short and angry that he would ever say that, that your mother left you when she loved you so much.

Thoma tucked you into bed after you finally fell asleep, too tired to stay awake any longer. It was a busy day for him for a few days, having to handle so many things, many would pity him for losing his wife after a short time together but many would also feel their blood turn cold at the smile Thoma had as he combed your hair with his hand. The soft whispers that he would always be there for you and that he would forever love and cherish you more than your mother ever had.

You were finally his and he was finally content.

Note: This is really old.... like months old written when I first started writing for Genshin which is almost a year now. But leaving it on drafts is a bit sad so I thought why not post it now.

[yan-batgirl]

Random Batgirl Reader art that I drew (+ her new Batgirl costume design)

Tw: Bad lighting

Please do NOT steal my art!

(Spolier: The drawing that has Jason on it will be in the future chapter 🤭)

[iloveyanderes]

Which yandere is the best:

[dollmoth-productions]

Sup bro! I’m getting into Hamilton so Yandere platonic Jefferson and Alexander fighting over Burr’s little sister who is basically the definition of chaotic. Bye bye!!

FINALLY HAMILTON I HAVE BEEN WAIT FOR THIS ONE! YESSSSS!

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

I do only gender neutral but they will have an afab implied

💚-alexander

💜-Thomas

💚 first off Alexander's been a mess since the death of Philip he doesn't really talk much anymore or isn't much of himself that changed when you came into his life during the many cabinet meetings that they had you were forced to be with her after your husband unfortunately died in a sea accident the thing was you were just like Alexander you were chaotic and very out there you instantly caught his attention being the what's your emergency opposite of Aaron which was shocking

💜 a lot like Alexander you instantly caught his attention not only were you very smart you were skilled in pen and paper which was shocking for you during this time he would often talk to you and try to charm you with his ways but you would always one up him you were smart and chaotic and you could basically lift him up with ease this shocked him

💜💚 this all started when they both walked into your room at the same time and instantly you felt tension soon back and forth became a fist fight and you had to break them up by holding them down by their collars they were both angry but they stopped knowing that you could easily beat them right now you ask them to leave and not interfere with work

💚 Alexander was pissed when Thomas was getting in his way he needed something to give him happiness after the death of his son often threats would be ensued from him and because he was a train Soldier he was a lot stronger than Thomas he could easily kill Thomas if he wanted to

💜 what he lacked in strength he made up with wit and money he could easily buy some arsenic and poison Alexander if he wanted to the poisoning would be too obvious so there would be no killing but there would be very very bad tension

💚💜 these two would constantly fight for your attention and you would have to break them up sometimes you broke them up by splashing coffee on them or just separating them sometimes you would scream at them to stop but most the time you stayed by your brother's side until you could remarry someone

💜 but there is one thing that they can both agree on

💚 you will never remarry someone

💜💚 no one is good enough for you

No one

[tnsophiaonly]

imagine: cw. death, yandere/obsessive behavior, reader having a thing for pure things.. can be read as platonic or romantic idc

this may or may not be self indulgent ♡︎♡︎ I JUST LOVE IT WHEN THEY'RE THE NICE AND PURE ONE LIKE HAPPY HAPPY (we can see that bc Gaming... Ehem!!)

You're cursed to forever be alive or immortality (and a dangerous charm). You have met so many corrupt people who just can't have enough of you, to escape them you'd have to fake your death.

Then one day, as disguised as someone that looks similar to you but so different. You meet such a pure and cute character, they're so nice it's unnatural because of the amount of horrible people you've met.

You of course, treat them so differently, you treat people with distrust, coldness, straightforwardness and apathetically that they almost thought you were a different person whenever the said character is here!

You'd always coo them, take care of them, always have a hand on a part of their body anywhere. Of course, they aren't immune to your charm, they'd be a blushing mess, blabbering and stuttering, but they love it, they wouldn't push you away no matter what.

They at first thought of this as wrong, but they soon basked in your attention and they'd fall harder, they would ponder whether to keep you to themselves but they can't do it at all as you're so strong... So experienced...!

So they just indulge themselves. Of course the other characters who had to go through the loss of you when you faked your death—which they aren't aware of— feels an eerie familiarity to your whole being.

They can't help but see you as their darling, you'd intentionally slip your identity only to leave them gaslighted into thinking they're just imagining things. It's only fair they get to suffer too.

So whenever they see you act so lovey-dovey when it comes to the nice and pure character, they can't help but feel jealous. So jealous. But they don't really know why.

You of course found yourself so attached to the said nice and cute character that you can't help yourself but keep them. They wouldn't mind! After all, you've always noticed the same dark swirl in their eyes like everybody else does, you just have to be careful to keep their slight purity ♡︎.

Genshin: BENNETT, MIKA, GAMING, FREMINET, All the children/lolis (strictly platonically only!), Chongyun, Amber, Barbara, Collei, Fischl, Ganyu, Kirara, Layla, NOELLE, Razor, SUCROSE, THOMA, Xiangling, Yoimiya, Yunjin, etc.

Honkai Star Rail: All children (strictly platonically), GEPARD, Huohuo, ARLAN, Guinafe, Lynx, March 7th, MISHA, Sushang, etc!

[m1sa-w1sa]

A yandere request for Ayaka, Navia, Arlecchino, and Jean having their darling escape, when they track them down in forest they find their darling sitting down and just let them kidnap them again because their families even their lover don't want them even they don't care if they get kidnap which lead darling having no one to support them

(Alrighty! Coming right up!! TWs if needed!!)

Ayaka

•When ayaka found you she was mad at first but then calmer and happier she would comfort you dragging you back to the house, now since no one wants you besides her that means you dont have any reason to escape from her! Yes she did lock you in the room for the rest of the tight to teach you a lesson but now she trusts you a little more for you to not escape! I mean she has her brother and Thoma to tell her if you are so theres nothing to worry about!——“Now we can be together forever sweetheart!”

Navia

•It was pretty quick when she found you crying, getting her parasol to try to shield you from getting soak any longer as she would sigh quickly getting you up and going back home, pacing around the room think for a punishment as your head was down, it wasnt harsh she just tied you up for a week like how you were when she first kidnapped you, but she is more calm becuase she has your henchman and she knows that no one is willing to save you so she isnt to worried——“Next time be more careful! But… there isnt going to be a next time becuase your with me!”

Arlecchino

•She knew where you were and why you were leaving, but she didn’t expect that your family that she thought cared deeply about you didnt care so what she did was she killed them, ALL of them then getting back to you, letting you cry it all out the picking you up over her shoulder locking you in the bedroom for just a day then letting you out but keeping a eye on you, having lyney, lyenette, and freminet (PLATONIC YANS) comfort you—— “This is why you need to listen to father!”——Lyney “You know we care mother.”——Lynette “Next time just talk to us..”——Freminet

Jean

•She would be the quickest to find you, having the KoF be involved aswell as she would hear your cries, running towards the sound as you explain everything she would he mad, a little at you but also mostly at your friends and family, she would bring you back putting you in solitary confinement but somehow your family and friends somehow disappeared.. strange.. “Dont ever do that again, Understand?”

[bad4amficideas]

You know so much regleted!sibling/descendant!reader! What if we go back to rejected!spouse!reader?

Something like: it was a marriage arranged by Martha and Thomas. Bruce continues it to honor them. But for practical purposes his partner is part of the decoration of the house.

Officially the spouse doesn't know about Batman, Bruce keeps pretending to be a party animal, etc. Anyway, when the "nuptial contract" was going to expire, Dick arrived, and in order not to leave the child alone with those two bad functional men, Reader stayed. Here comes PlatonicDick! since the beginning. Then Jason arrives and the boy is reader's boy, totally.

Then Jason dies and Reader has enough and step back for their own good. Cue to Bruce breaks into yandere! (can't killJoker, his son is dead, his suddenly not so unimportant spouse wanna abandon him, etc).

Behind the scenes stalker chils Tim pulling strings because he is already platonic!yandere to his future parent and of course they CANNOT abandon Batman!

FREE PROMPT, TAG ME IF YOU WRITE IT

[gotham-daydreams]

Hi! I love your gothan platonic batfam series, but every time I read it I can't help but wonder what Duke's reaction to all this would be. He's one of my fave batfam characters, do you have any plans to add him in later chapters?

Just curious, no pressure. Hopefully I didn't come off as pushy. (sorry if i did)

Have a good day! <3

Hello! And you didn't come off as pushy, no worries :]

I'll be honest and admit that I have thought of adding Duke to the series- but if I was going to do that in a more organic manner, and just generally in a way that makes sense- that would've been in Chapter 2 or 3. Though trust me I am still debating... and the only reason I'm hesitating is because I don't think I'd be able to capture his personality, or really just him as a person very well.

Granted, I do inherently view yandere versions of characters as OOC for... various reasons (some of which are obvious, especially when it comes to the Batfam and DC characters in general), but I do try to keep very close to the character (or my general understanding and interpretation of them for things like DC, who have multiple canons and such) and write them in a way that does still compliment or adhere to parts of their personality or overall mindset... if only generally. Like Bruce and his closeness to those around them yet the distance he so desperately tries to keep - not for himself, but rather those around him. His strive for justice and to do good to make up for a sin, a fault that isn't his to forgive or one he hardly had anything to do with and so on. How that makes him inherently protective if only at a distance and in silence. How he tries to keep himself away from others, if only to protect them, and yet finds himself surrounded anyway. Etcetera etcetera.

Case and point- I don't have a really good graps of Duke's general character and aren't confident enough to write him into the Not Series at the moment- and by the time I do, it may feel shoehorned in and just not as great as it could be (even if a line I wrote in Chapter 1 was meant to be him..). Though I am learning more about him! And if anyone would like to share what they know and their interpretations of his character they have and such while I still have asks open, I'd love to read and see them :]

In future series', oneshots, and just general things I plan to post and share on this blog, Duke will very much make an appearance and we'll reach 10 yanderes for the Batfam instead of just 9. (Some series' which will definitely be longer than the Not Series.)

On that note, I have thought of how Duke would feel (and some others earlier on have asked a bit as well), and from the little I know of him, this is how I think at the moment he would generally react/feel (though it may be inaccurate and such because of what I mentioned previously 😅):

I think he would start out as one of the many others that actually live in the manor or just so happened to be there at the time — and that being he feels guilt first (unlike the only person in that house who doesn't/didn't) and just... wouldn't know what to do. The time passed and everything the reader has done sort of leaves him stumped, and just stuck processing until everyone's rushing out and around to find you and before he knows it- he's following out with them to do the exact same thing.

I think he leaves before everyone else, and considering that he does daytime patrol, it isn't as odd to see him out and about anyway. Though the frantic-ness of his movements and actions are weird, and for once, more outwardly, Duke panics.

He feels bad, of course he does, and more similarly to Cass- he can only wish that he could do things with out. That he wants to be in the room when you got your awards or had been there through the hardships he knows you undoubtedly faced without even having to see the medkit like Bruce does in Chapter 2. So he goes out to look for you, but not so much for your safety and more so to just... apologize. To say every little thing he can in hopes to make things better, to lessen the damage.

And of course, just to see you.

More than anything Duke wants to make it up to you right away, but has half a mind to know he'll have to take things slow. He's still sensible to some degree, if not only partially of half-insane just like the rest of the fam (minus a certain blonde and red head who are only a sliver of the way there), he knows it'll take time, that you probably won't forgive him right away. But that's okay! He can live with that, he understands that, but he just needs to see you. Just once- if only to see who you are now and the person you've become. If only to say an apology that might fall too flat or feel too empty considering the little he knows about you.

Just once. No matter how awkward it is or how much he regrets it later. Just once.

Though, despite that he is divided on bringing you home. It would be nice, sure, but by the time that discussion comes up he isn't sure that's the best idea. Even less so with how those that do want you home seem to want to go about it, and just generally the kind of people they are. Impulsive. Strong. Threatening- they'll scare you and do more damage then help ease tensions, and he doesn't want that to happen. You don't deserve that- even if he barely knows you. Duke can feel it, you don't. Even then, they help people out, not hurt them, not like they did with you.

Duke wants to spend time with you, but he's willing to do that outside of the manor if it means making you more comfortable and warm up to him a little more. As long as he sees you he can't complain...

So when Dick messes up, he's upset. Like everyone else besides Cassandra he doesn't know what happened but knows that something absolutely went wrong. Dick usually wasn't so obvious about things like that either, but with how hurt and just... broken he looks, they could all tell. Duke could tell.

Granted, he's not upset enough to change his mind, and if anything it definitely makes him more adamant about not bringing you home yet, but he can’t find it in himself to be fully against the idea, even then.

The one thing he wants to do after that, if anything, is more determined to make things right.

If Dick of all people couldn't make it up to you, then hell, maybe Duke can.

[deaddovedecadence]

imagine reader trying to poison someone in the family so they can escape (say it’s duke) and duke just eats it, holds eye contact and everything.

smiles while telling you that all of them are poison resistant

[yanderehsr]

Reader: let me go

Yandere:no

Reader: please?

Yandere:no

Reader:pretty please?

Yandere: no

Reader: pretty please with cherry on top?

Yandere: not a chance

Reade:How about a game, if I win, you let me go, If I lose, I will stay willingly

Yandere:*sigh* fine, what are the rules?

Reader: pick a number, any number

Yandere:72

Reader:73, I won, now you have to let me go

Okay, that got me to chuckle😂

This post contains both Platonic and Romantic. I hope you can know which ones are platonic😅

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Those who don't accept: Did you really think they would let you go, they are your captor, your lover, of course they can't do that and you are a fool who thinks they would even let you take a step outside, they don't care if you call them a liar because of this little game, what's important is that you will stay with them.

Blade, Topaz, Bronya, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Kafka, Luocha, Seele, Natasha, Yukong, Ayaka, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Keqing, Raiden Ei, Shenhe, Wanderer, Xiao, Beidou, Candace, Fischl, Kuki Shinobu, Lynette, Razor, Rosaria, Sara, Wriothesley, Clorinde, Furina

Those who says you're cheating: They call you out on this game, first of all they didn't accept THIS game, they only wanted to hear the rules, second of all this isn't a fair game that both side has an equal chance at, they will choose a different game, a game were they probably will win, did you really think you could get away so easy.

Bailu, Stelle, Caelus, March 7th, Dan Heng, Silver Wolf, Yanqing, Lynx, Qingque, Sampo, Serval, Tingyun, Guinaifen, Herta, Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe, Eula, Hu Tao, Kazuha, Kokomi, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tighnari, Lumine, Venti, Yae Miko, Yelan, Amber, Diona, Dori, Faruzan, Heizhou, Kaeya, Kirara, Layla, Lisa, Ningguang, Yanfei, Xingqiu, Charlotte

Those who accept: Well they did promise, they will let you go, they will cry, maybe even beg for you to reconcider but you of course chooses to leave. They don't last more than a week before they kidnap you again, after all there were no rules stating they couldn't recapture you.

Arlan, Asta, Clara, Gepard, Luka, Pela, Sushang, Ganyu, Itto, Jean, Nilou, Qiqi, Aether, Yoimiya, Zhongli, Barbara, Bennett, Chungyun, Collei, Freminet, Gorou, Kaveh, Mika, Noelle, Sucrose, Thoma, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Navia

Guesses right: Whether through luck or some kind of power they have, they guess right. You have lost the game you yourself made, it's embarrassing really. Now honor your word and stay with them, after all, you promised didn't you.

Fu Xuan, Mona, Nahida