#queerplatonic x reader

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LMK Characters As Queerplatonic Partners (GN Reader, Pt 1)

Genres: Platonic || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: not all the characters in the below image will be used, it's just a good image to display the whole cast

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MK:

- MK seems like the type to be very physically affectionate with everyone, including his friends (if you're alright with that) so he'll likely always have an arm around you or keep contact with you in some way

- You get invited to every hangout he has with Mei and you quickly become a solid member of their chaotic dynamic. MK even offers to get you a similar jacket to theirs with whatever design you want

- You've got complete free range to MK's room, snacks, and all his collectibles. He trusts you enough to give you slightly more privileges than Mei (like infinite sleepovers)

- He might whine about it from time to time, but he genuinely appreciates if you make sure he's taking care of himself while being a hero

- He brings MOUNTAINS of snacks for movie nights or marathon binges and always tries to retrain himself from eating too many of your favorites

Mei:

- She hypes you up so much. Almost everything you do she gives full enthusiastic support on, and even offers to livestream whenever you wanna do something particularly cool

- She offers to give you lessons on her motorcycle with a customized helmet for you

- She tries to make sure you're always having fun, but she knows how to dial it back when things seem to be getting out of hand and will get protective of you in an instant

- She gets less worried when you visit her home than she does with others cause she trusts you to be careful and respectful. Her parents really like you as well and are supportive of you two

Red Son:

- The best way to sum it up is he's really trying. Affection in general isn't something he's used to, so receiving support and understanding from you is something he might not seem to appreciate initially

- With time, he learns to relax around you and see you as a big pillar of support in his life. Truth be told, he was always a little worried that his temper would drive others away. Having you around means a lot to him

- His frustration is nowadays directed at others, being protective on your behalf and commanding others to respect you

- Always offers to do things for you, uses pampering as a form of affection and will indulge you within reason

Wukong:

- He honestly hadn't ever heard of the term before, but he's glad to try it out with you

- He's really missed his Journey companions, so having someone he's so close with and can feel vulnerable around fills a long-lingering need

- He let's you touch or play with basically any artifact you can find around his home, though he might occasionally plop a baby monkey on your lap to keep you from getting bored

- He wants you to go basically everywhere with him and be a travel buddy whenever you're both out together, it reminds him of the Pilgrims and brings him comfort

Macaque:

- It takes him a really long time to feel comfortable enough to warm up to the idea, but once he gets used to you, he's realizing just how much he missed being this close to someone

- He's surprisingly clingy, even if he'll never admit it or try to act like he's too independent to need contact. In reality he really likes if you're always close by him

- He can get a little wary of you at times due to past experiences, but at the end of the day he's learning to trust again, and your support means the world to him

- Usually gives you a sort of starring role in some of his shadow plays, but he'll try to be coy and say it's just a character inspired off of you or a coincidence

Chang'e:

- Loves absolutely every second that you visit. She tries to show you all around the moon, everywhere she's made a home for herself during her time up there

- Generally very sweet and supportive, but she will gently sit you down and talk to you if she feels like you're maybe getting ahead of yourself

- Takes a lot of care into making sure you're taking care of yourself, she insists a lot on making your every meal, which are usually made extra special

- Sometimes pushes back working on her show if it means spending more time with you. The moon is rather lonely, so even if she seems happy and upbeat, there's an undeniable relief at having you around

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

A Long-Awaited Conversation

Alastor x Reader (QP)

A/N: This was initially a very different fic, but I'm not upset with how it turned out. A little bit of angst to make the day better, right?

It was a slow day. Neither you nor Alastor had much to do, so the two of you were sitting in your room, just enjoying each other’s presence. Jazz was playing quietly from an old radio by Alastor, who was doing some paperwork. You were typing away on your laptop, much to Alastor’s dismay. At least it wasn’t VoxTek, he had to give you that. 

“Do tell me, my dear: when is a door not a door?” Alastor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Oh dear,” you sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. 

“Oh deer is right!” Alastor replied brightly. “Now then, when is a door not a door?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you humored him. “I don’t know, Al. Do tell.”

“When it’s a jar!” 

You couldn’t deny the snort that the corny joke elicited. Alastor knew you enjoyed his jokes, but it had been a while since he’d gone out of his way to tell you any. 

“Well, maybe you know why the cemetery was so popular.” Alastor’s grin was bright and genuine. Setting your laptop aside, you focused on him, smiling fondly. 

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“What a surprise! Didn’t you know people were just dying to get in?” Alastor proceeded to laugh at his own joke. 

“I missed this,” you said after a moment. “You were gone for seven years. I really missed this.”

The lighthearted mood turned serious. Alastor’s smile lost some of its light. “My sabbatical was… necessary, dearest. I do regret that you were unable to accompany me.” 

You noticed how the music was turned up a bit, masking the sound of your conversation. While it was doubtful anyone was listening in, you knew that Alastor wanted to cover his bases. 

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” There was a clear edge in your voice. “I had no idea where you were or how long you’d be gone…” The anger, frustration, and sadness started bubbling in your chest, ready to overflow, out of control. “Seven years, Alastor! Seven fucking years, I didn’t know where you were! I thought you’d left me, Al! Or worse, you died!”

“Dearest,” Alastor tried, but you cut him off. 

“No, you don’t get to ‘dearest’ me,” you snapped. “I was alone for seven years. We’re partners, Al. We’re supposed to communicate with each other. I don’t even care what you were doing, I just wanted to know you were alright.” You paused. “Did it have to do with your deal?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?”

You matched his gaze. “Husk told me. He used to check on me weekly, you know. Thought I deserved to know. Which I did.”

“You don’t get to decide what I should and shouldn’t tell you,” Alastor said sharply. 

“No, but you should tell me when you’re going to abandon me!” You were shouting now, standing and staring him down. “You have no idea how much I struggled while you were gone, how much I suffered! You are everything to me, Al! You are my fucking world, and what the hell was I supposed to do when my world up and vanishes?!”

The sound of static filled the room, Alastor gripping the armrests of his chair, leaving deep claw marks. 

“I was a fucking mess! All your souls, all your territory, went to me! I’m not an Overlord, Al! I don’t want to be one! Having all that power scared the shit out of me! I was forced to do your job for you, a job I didn’t want to do!” Tears pricked at your eyes as the memories came back in full force. “And then you return suddenly, take up an impossible project, and just expect me to be okay with it? Well, I’m not okay with it! You haven’t been the same since you returned and you won’t fucking talk to me!”

You were gasping for breath when the tears started to fall. You messily wiped them away, still fuming with anger that had built up over the seven years you’d been alone. 

“Are you quite finished?” Alastor asked, his smile forced. Standing, his papers vanished, and tucked his arms behind his back. “Clean yourself up. I refuse to talk while you’re being hysterical.”

“Hysterical?! Hysterical?! What the fuck, Al?!” You yelled. “You are such a selfish, pretentious piece of shit!”

With a hum, Alastor disappeared into the shadows, causing you to scream in frustration. 

The jazz music had stopped. You were standing, alone, in your room, gasping for air as you stifled sobs. 

The day had been going so well. You had to go and fuck it up. 

Ten minutes later, you wandered to the lobby, still pissed off, but feeling a little better after crying the most you had in years. Silently, you took a seat at the bar. Husk was there, like always, and immediately started to make you your favorite drink

“Finally give him a piece of your mind?” Husk asked.

“That obvious?” Your voice was hoarse from the shouting.

“I could hear the screaming.” Husk gestured up. “Also, you look like shit, and the last time I saw you like this, it was also about him.”

The drink was placed in front of you, but you just massaged your temples. “I don’t know why I put up with him.”

Husk grabbed a bottle and drank it straight, whatever it was. “Love fucking sucks.”

You sighed, “Husk, we’ve been over this, I don’t love people like that.”

“Sure, maybe not romantically. But you still love him. And it still fucking sucks.”

“That's something, coming from you.” You took a drink, reveling in how the alcohol warmed your body. “Don't think I don't see how you look at Angel.” 

Husk glared deeply at you, not denying it. You smirked, taking another drink. 

“How do I get him to understand?” You asked quietly, half to yourself. “He’s so fucking narcissistic, I bet he didn’t even think twice about leaving me behind.”

“I couldn’t tell ya’.” Husk shrugged. “I will say, though, that you’re the only person who can actually get through to him. You have that power over him.”

You scoffed. “Like Hell I do.”

“If anyone else speaks to him like you do, they’re dead before they get a chance to think.” Shelving his drink, Husk began to busy himself behind the counter, cleaning some glasses. “Last I checked, you were still kicking.”

Silent, you contemplated Husk’s words. He had a point. If Alastor cared about anyone, it was you. Finishing your drink with another sigh, you stood. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had to finish this. 

“Stick to your guns, kid,” Husk assured. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’re probably older than him. 

“Thanks, Husk. See you soon.” 

You remained quiet as you walked up to Alastor’s radio booth. Out of respect for his boundaries, you hardly ever went up there, but this was important. Radio static filled the air the closer you got, confirming that he was indeed in his booth, but the lack of his voice told you he wasn’t recording. 

Before you even got the chance to knock, Alastor’s shadow opened the door for you. 

“You can come in.”

Alastor was hunched over his desk, writing notes on what was likely a script for an upcoming radio show. His recording booth was a mess, with papers scattered all over the place and claw marks littering every piece of furniture that wasn’t nailed down. The feeling of Alastor’s radio static was heavy, but barely audible as Alastor wrote.

“I would apologize for shouting, but I don’t really feel sorry,” you opened with, arms crossed. 

“As you shouldn’t,” Alastor agreed, not even turning towards you. “I will say, I’m surprised you stopped when you did. I’d expected you to go on for much longer.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that remark. “Oh, trust me, there were many versions of that conversation where I went on for about half an hour.” You left out saying that you had seven years to formulate them, thinking that would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t doubt you.” After a moment, Alastor sighed, setting down his pen and sitting back in his chair. You can see the reflection of his face in the glass. His smile is still there, but barely, and his eyes seem tired. Husk was right, you did make an impression.

Alastor turned towards you, leaning his head into one hand while he tapped his fingers along his microphone staff. He still never met your eyes. “You… are correct.”

Silent, you waited for Alastor to continue, watching him closely. 

“I should not have left you without saying anything. I regret not speaking with you before I left.” You could tell he was struggling to get his words out. Emotions were hard for him, be it by nature or by choice, so you remained patient. “I left… to keep you safe.”

Hoping your surprise wasn’t evident on your face, you found a chair and pulled it up in front of him. The tension in your shoulders lessened when Alastor took your hand, holding it gently. 

“Had I not taken my absence, you would’ve been in danger. Danger I’d be unable to protect you from. I could not take that chance.” Alastor finally looked up at you. He was still guarded, still holding himself back, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you. A soft side, that only you had the privilege to see. “If something happened to you, I would be unable to live with myself. So I left, because it was the only way to ensure you would remain safe.”

A hand reached up and grazed your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized was on your face. 

“It was the only way, my darling. I wish it hadn’t come to that. And I am ashamed that I hurt you so much in my absence.”

You were at a loss for words. Alastor had never, never, opened himself up like that. It was a little scary. Part of you wished he’d just brushed off the argument and pretended it had never happened. At least that would’ve matched what you’d expected. This… this was not at all what you’d expected. 

Blinking, your heart rate picked up against your will. “Al, I… Th-thank you for the apology, I… This… is scaring me, Al. You’re scaring me. Are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

Alastor’s hand left your face. “You are correct in saying that I am not the same man I once was. I continue to hope I will revert back to who I was, but I can see now that that’s impossible. You, dearest, are the only thing making that revelation bearable.” 

As your heart beat against your chest, you struggled to evaluate your next move. You wanted to scramble away, to beg for the old Alastor back, but you knew that wasn’t the right move. You knew this was the actual, real Alastor in front of you and not some sort of imposter. The idea that the old Alastor had vanished the day you were left on your own did not sit well with you. Frankly, it made you sick. 

But now was not the time. Right now, Alastor needed you, as fucked up as it seemed. 

Exhaling forcefully, you took hold of Alastor’s hands this time. “Thank you for coming back. Whatever it is that’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. Like always. I’m your partner, Al, and I’m not leaving anytime soon, got it?”

Alastor nodded, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, his spark had returned. His smile grew once more and he stood, pulling you to his chest. 

“Well! Now that that’s settled, how about a dance, my dear? It has been quite a while since we’ve had the chance to cut a rug together.”

With the snap of Alastor’s fingers, some jazz filled the room and the disheveled furniture was shoved against the ways to make room. Mustering your own smile, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you around the room in time with the music.

It was nice to dance, you had to admit, but the abrupt change left a bad feeling in your stomach. Something was not right. In fact, something felt wrong. But now was not the time for that. Hiding behind your smile as skillfully as Alastor himself, you went along with his antics. 

But the sinking feeling of dread remained.

[readsofgold]

💜2nd Halloween Special - (S.A.M.S.) Nexus x Reader💜(Queerplatonic!)

Note: This is gonna be queerplatonic! Nexus is still aroace in this. If queerplatonic fanfic doesn't float your boat, that is okay! But please don't make it my problem/send hate. TwT This is purely self-indulgent. I've never written anything with a queerplatonic dynamic in mind; if anything seems off, feel free to let me know. Enough ramble now-- have a happy Halloween and I hope you enjoy this.. whatever this is. ^^; Obviously doesn't take place on Halloween because of the lore events of today 💀 (YES I AM STILL DROPPING THIS ON NOVEMBER 1 i worked on this for a month forget the lore /lh)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: sick author, villain reader or at least reader who's down for the shenanigans, little gremlin reader to put up with Nexus's snarky self, potentially OOC Nexus because it's hard to be completely emo when someone actually does openly care about you for who you are, reader doesn't understand technology 'cus author doesn't want to research, queerplatonic Nexus, queerplatonic reader, author who hates proofreading and the concept of beginning with a draft <3

"Come onnn... We should TOTALLY do a channel takeover!"

Nexus sighs heavily. "For the last time, [Y/n]: we are not doing that."

You pout. You've been trying for the last several days to get Nexus (and even Dark Sun to an extent, but you realized quickly that not only were you getting nowhere, you weren't even succeeding at getting an openly annoyed response from him, which is the one lovely side effect that's still keeping you trying with Nexus) to take over Sun and Moon's YouTube channel for the month of October, "to keep the pattern going". Eclipse and Lunar did it; Ruin and Bloodmoon did it; isn't it Nexus and your turn?

You quit swinging your legs and hop off the worktable you'd been sitting on.

"Pleaseee, Nexus? Don't tell me you've already forgotten how to have fun?" you tease, trying to press his buttons any way you can.

"I have not," he huffs, not bothering to look away from whatever it is he's currently working on. "What makes you think this would be 'fun' anyways? I want to crush them, not take over their dumb channel."

You catch yourself sighing under your breath. Not this again... 

"Nexus. Buddy," you slip under one of his arms, inserting yourself between your friend and his project. "There's more than one way to 'crush them', as you so poetically put it," you roll your eyes, "Who says it has to be all big moves? Rome didn't fall in a day, my guy. Sometimes, 'crushing them' takes the form of picking them apart slowly-- yes, today it's just the channel... but what do you take from them next? It makes them wonder, my friend; psychological warfare!"

Nexus doesn't reply right away, instead staring down at you somewhat blankly. You note this with satisfaction; he must be thinking about your proposal! You always knew you were convincing.

He is, in fact, not thinking about your proposal. He's lost in a deep and confusing mental debate about why he enjoys the sudden closeness so much.

After a couple seconds of not getting a reply, you continue smugly.

"Besides," you drawl smoothly, "Where's your Halloween spirit?" You stretch up, boop the center of his faceplate, and promptly duck out of his personal space.

He looks like he just got factory reset, just kind of staring at you incredulously for a moment.

"... Never do that again."

Only then does he seem to finally process your argument-- his reaction is anticlimactic, however.

"And it's still 'no'; taking over the channel would be pointless and reckless now that Taurus--"

You mouth along as he repeats the same argument he's made every other day up until now. He eventually catches you, giving you a beseeching glare.

"Stop that."

"StOp ThAt."

Nexus scoffs. "Oh, so we're copying me now?"

You echo him in a half-hearted, purposely annoying impression of his voice.

"Quit."

"QuIt."

"Sometimes it's like talking to a daycare kid," he rolls his eyes with a disgusted huff, turning back to his work.

You offer a closed-eyed smile, hopping back up to sit on the edge of the table. "You love me, though."

Nexus doesn't comment.

Le Timeskippe

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((("Dark Sun And Nexus MAKE A DEAL! in VRChat" episode)))

You're chilling in Nexus's lab, waiting for him to get back when it happens-- he practically falls through a portal onto the floor of his lab.

Ruin, who happened to be sulking in a nearby corner, has never seen you sober up so much, nor move so quickly.

"Hey! What happened???" You're immediately doing your best to drag Nexus over to a nearby worktable upon realizing that he can't very well move himself.

"Montgomery.. with a shotgun," He hisses, half out of pain, half from the shame of it having been only a gun that did all this damage.

You probably would've laughed-- no, you definitely would've-- had his condition not looked so serious.

"Ruin!" Nexus snaps, and the British animatronic scrambles out of the corner.

"Y-Yes, Nexus?"

"Get over here. You're taking the bullets out."

Ruin's eyes widen-- or rather, you imagine that they would've had he been capable of emoting.

"B-But, Sir!" He stammers in a way that you've always had a sneaking suspicion was more than a bit put-on. "I'm not exactly, well, equipped to--"

"Use whatever tools you need, just get these out, NOW," Nexus orders, somehow managing to have even less patience than normal.

You don't really know what to do; mechanical things have never been your specialty, and it's been a hot minute since you've felt this inadequate for it... Nexus has always been able to handle all repairs and buildings-of-things perfectly fine without you serving as anything more than an extra set of hands... Which means that you kinda just have to trust that Ruin is doing this right, and only doing what he should. You don't like that one bit.

You nearly throw hands with Ruin multiple times over the course of the "procedure"; you're very certain that he's being unnecessarily rough with his extractions. You hold back only because, much to your (and Nexus's) chagrin, Ruin is the only one who can do this right now. You just wish he wasn't quietly taking full advantage of it.

Dark Sun arrives at some point, but you kinda tune him out. Blah blah blah plans, blah blah blah helping. It's the same stuff as it always is with that guy. All you know is that your best friend in the multiverse is hurt and you can't do anything about it. You're so salty that you at least verbally snap at Ruin as he rips out a bullet particularly violently, but he calmly smugly reminds you that Nexus told him to remove them as quickly as possible.

Adding to your concern, you note dully that, throughout this whole procedure, Nexus doesn't once demand that you let go of his hand.

Another Timeskippe

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((("Nexus VS Taurus In VRChat" episode )))

If the last turn of events alarmed you, well, this one nearly gives you a stroke.

You told him it was a bad idea for him to go back so soon. That Dark Sun was actively using him. Not that there was any point, of course, because Nexus openly knew that. Privately, you've grown to suspect that he's fine with this knowledge not because of that simply being the nature of his and Dark Sun's relationship, but because that's all Nexus has grown to suspect from anyone-- but that's mere conspiracy, and entirely besides the point right now.

Right now, you're freaking out because your best friend just appeared, heavily injured, AGAIN.

Nexus wheezes on the ground for a few petrifying moments before Dark Sun casually can fix the issue-- for the most part, anyway. The second Nexus is capable of speech once more, you're interrogating him with near-comical panic. Dark Sun snickers behind you at the hysterical display, but you pay him no heed, and if Nexus hears, he doesn't either.

"I made an astral back down..." he tells, sounding quietly rather perplexed himself.

"Yes, yes; that's fantastic; I'm really proud of you," you rush, only half acknowledging his claim, "Now, how are you feeling, seriously? Did he hurt you hardware-wise, or was it star power? Are you--"

You're cut off abruptly by him passing out, which sends your already mounting concern into overdrive.

"Shut. Up," Dark Sun sighs after letting you panic for a moment. "Just help me pull him over there," he points to a place on the wall where some electrical things are exposed, "Can you do that, at least?"

You give him a nasty look for the attitude, but, for once in your life, readily do as you're told.

Once your buddy is awake again, he and Dark Sun have more "plans talk", as you've taken to calling it, which you mentally exclude yourself from in favor of worriedly looking him over as best you can with the simple knowledge you have: looks broken = bad. This knowledge has admittedly only rarely served you well in your time knowing animatronics, however.

Eventually, Dark Sun heads out, and you go back to your interrogation. Nexus, of course, shrugs you off.

"I'm fine. I can stand, at least. Nothing I can't repair."

You make a small, noncommittal sound, quite frankly not buying it.

Nexus sighs. "Let me guess: you told me so?"

"I did," you nod, gaze still stern. "But I'm more concerned about what you're gonna do to yourself next."

"You did not just ask me that for, like, the two-hundredth time."

He scoffs. "And you care, why, exactly?"

He scoffs again, but drops it. He knows he'll never win this particular battle with you. You care for him with all the stubbornness of a rogue dandelion growing through a crack in a slab of concrete.

"...Whatever. I can handle myself, though. Apparently better than I thought initially, even," a dark satisfaction creeps into his tone, "and that was against an astral... A destroyer like Taurus... Just think what I can do to something lesser? Guess we'll find out for sure when Ruin gets back here..."

You sigh quietly, watching him get caught up in his violent ambitions again. "Mhm. But, Nexus...?"

He turns back to you from where he'd begun already clicking away at whatever advanced computer system he's established here. "What?"

"... You honestly are... okay, though... right?"

You're almost surprised when he doesn't exasperatedly brush you off again, and instead actually seems to contemplate the question for a moment.

"Yes," he replies after a couple beats, "I am fine."

You nod. "Good."

The two of you fall into a silence that's neither quite comfortable nor tense, residing instead just in that intermediate, mildly awkward zone. Nexus takes to working on something, but you don't exactly have the luxury of your own tasks or plans; you're really only here to help him, and in times like this, that actually makes your "job" more difficult-- because you don't actually have anything in particular to go do.

So, you busy yourself with sitting on the worktable behind him (your typical casual perch) and watching him work. The stuff on the screen rarely makes any sense to you-- perhaps that's why he doesn't mind your idly curious gaze, though you like to imagine instead that it's because he secretly trusts you that much-- but occasionally you get the gist... You can tell the difference between what's blueprints and what's code, anyway.

This occupies you-- not that you have many other options for entertainment readily at your disposal, not being allowed to wander the compound by yourself as per Dark Sun's orders-- for some hours. More hours than you know, even, for you fall asleep on the worktable.

When you wake, you're not on the hard, cold table anymore. In fact, you're not in the same room at all; you're in the little storage room down the hallway that houses your humble sleeping bag. It's not much (seriously, it's not), but it's better than the box or corner that Ruin gets, so you're definitely not complaining. Not like anyone here has much reason to understand adequate human sleeping conditions anyway.

You yawn. You have entirely no clue what time it is, though this pocket dimension doesn't seem to have the day and night schedule to warrant a time system regardless. You check your phone, which reads 1:00 am... again, not that it matters all too much, or even gives you a notion of how long you've been sleeping, as you hadn't known the time beforehand either.

In any case, you suppose you're not really tired anymore, so it's "day" enough for you.

Wandering back to Nexus's main labs, you find him precisely where you'd last seen him-- at one of his several monitors.

"Nexusss," You sing-song out a greeting, leaning on him unabashedly in a way he's come to expect and accept from you, albeit reluctantly. "What'cha doinnn'?"

You can practically feel the heavy eye-roll.

"If you must know," he begins tiredly, "I'm planning out what 'tests' I'm going to be running on that little freak when he gets back."

"Ruin?"

"Who else?"

You nod vaguely, already thinking about the particular question you'd sought him out for. "...And I suppose it was you who carried me to my nice comfy floor spot-- I mean, my sleeping bag-- last night?"

"...Yes. What about it?"

"Nothing, nothing..." You hum, checking your nails casually and trying not to grin too smugly up at him. "...Just didn't know you cared that much."

He grumbles, sparing an irked glance down to where you lean against his side. "Don't flatter yourself. I needed the table for something."

"Uh-huh. Sure. If that's the cheap excuse you wanna use..." you tease, though privately you have to pause and question the odd sense of disappointment that creeps over you at the thought of that probably being the case.

~Le Timeskippe 3!~

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(((sometime during the events between "How Ruin FOUND The WITHERSHARD! In VRChat" and "Nexus and Sun MEET AGAIN in VRChat", which I will be referring to as the Bored Nexus Arc lol))

At this point, needless to say, you've pretty thoroughly given up on taking over Sun and Moon's channel. You accept this only because it would now definitely put your buddy in danger to do so, and well... there are lines even you won't cross just for a silly time.

...and bullying your bored friend into a Halloween movie marathon is not one of those lines!

"C'mon, Nexus," you pout in your well-practiced, purposely irritating manner. "Just a few movies? You're not even doing anything! All we have to do at the moment is wait for Ruin to turn up with the shards, and for you to fully recover-- you have absolutely no excuse not to do a Halloween movie binge with me!"

"Wrong. I am doing something," he retorts with the sigh of someone who's been listening to the same argument for the past half hour.

"Oh yes," you sigh dramatically, "You're making an EvIl RoBoT to MeSs WiTh YoUr Ex-FaMiLy. You're a literal genius and that robot is basically just vaguely human-shaped drone to pilot; you could make it in twenty minutes if you wanted to, and you don't even need it done today," you point out, making sure to slip some flattery into your argument. "I'm just asking for a few hours of your time. One day. Please?"

When he doesn't immediately shut you down, you add with what you hope is a compelling grin: "For your bestie...?"

He finally gives that sigh you know so well, and your grin widens to a beam. You've won.

"Fine. Where do you even want to do this at? There's not exactly a theater room here."

You laugh, "On my phone, rich boy; we don't need a whole theater. It mostly still works here, somehow. Who knew Dark Sun paid his WiFi bills?"

Nexus scoffs, visibly either about to dispute being called "rich boy" or explain how the pocket dimension has an internet connection. Whichever it is, you cut him off before he can begin.

"As for the literal 'where', we could do it in my room-- or, more accurately, my storage closet," you offer, of course taking the opportunity to also make a jab about your living conditions.

"You know, if you really hate that 'storage closet' so much, I'm sure Ruin wouldn't oppose a roommate in his crying corner."

Nexus cackles at how appalled you look. You actually look so horrified that he has to clarify: "Joking... I may be cruel, but I would never actually subject Ruin to that."

You slap a hand over your heart, suppressing incredulous laughter as Nexus continues snickering at his own commentary.

"... Okay, lets just go watch movies before you further break my heart," you shake your head, already moving towards the door.

While you wait for him to join you, you find yourself making everything as comfy as possible, genuinely giddy at the chance to do something so mundane. It's just a movie marathon with your best friend; you two have done this plenty of times before... just not since he's been like this.

Don't get you wrong, you understand why he is this way, and you still care for him every bit as much as you always have... but you've also dearly missed just getting to goof around with him. This feels like a chance to get some semblance of the "old times"-- at least, your and his old times-- back.

And if that means that you're sitting on the cold floor as you try and situate your singular, sad extra blanket into a comfy looking place for watching movies, so be it.

Nexus finds a stopping spot and comes to join you more quickly than expected, pausing in the doorway with mild amusement as he watches you meticulously fiddle with the blanket and your sleeping bag. He actually does want to get you better accommodations... He decides to work on that soon-- not that he'll be telling you until it's done, of course.

You turn and notice him before he announces himself. "Oh, hey! Alright, I think I've got everything situated here as well as I can get it; let's get this party started!"

You grin excitedly as you flop into the little nest you've made, patting the spot next to you for Nexus to join. Reluctantly, he does.

"What do you wanna see first?" You begin, rambling excitedly, "I was thinking we could begin with the classics and work our way towards real horror, but we could do the reverse just as well, or just pick and choose favorites at random? Ooh, or we could take turns picking! It's whatever you wanna do."

He lets out a small synthetic sigh. This was something so familiar, but it still felt strange to be here, in a blanket pile and about to binge some movies with you. Yet, though it came with a fair bit of bittersweet memory that he'd normally either get irritated at or ignore... he finds he missed this. So much it honestly surprises him.

"Whatever. If we're picking, you've got the first choice anyway; this was your idea."

You toss him a smile, already pulling up your favorite.

All at once, watching you as you go about this simple activity, as you continue being your entertaining, caring self towards him even after everything, still just hanging with him-- it suddenly feels very overwhelming for Nexus. Like the weight of you still being here just crashed down on him like a ton of bricks. And he blurts it.

"... I... love you. ...Not like that."

You blink a couple times, pausing your actions. You turn to look at him slowly, gaze searching, trying to see if just maybe he shared the exact same sentiment you knew you did.

The moment must've got a bit too close to feeling sappy because Nexus practically squirms under your gaze, mentally beating himself over just saying that without having prepared any explanation.

"I mean--"

That sentiment you were looking for. You found it.

"I love you, too," you cut him off, "Also not like that."

You both just kind of sit in silence for a minute or so, absorbing this information. It was the strangest thing... but nothing felt different. The more you think about it, the more certain you are that this sentiment is something you two have shared for a very long time; saying it doesn't make you feel like "oh my gosh, we have so much to talk about"; instead, it simply feels like calling the sky blue, or the grass green.

Comfortable. Right.

"So... On with the movies, or...?"

It doesn't matter how many times before you two have binged movies together. Even some of these exact ones. This time is the best ever.

Note: WITH A MINUTE TO SPARE. DONE. HAHAHAHAHAHappy Halloween. <3 (((Edit for Tumblr!))): y'all please tell me if anything seems messed up or out of place with my formatting; bringing my fics over here from Wattpad is still not a science I have down 😅 Also! If the ending seems rushed... It's because it is :> it was 11:59 on Halloween night when I posted this. I had a self-imposed deadline to uphold </3 Hope this is okay, and seriously, HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON here's to a second year of my daycare attendant obsession 🍻

[qprteetime]

Queerplatonic Alastor x Reader Headcanon

I like to think that in place of any 'his and hers' themed matching items, Alastor and Reader would have 'Deer and Dearest'.

Maybe I'm being silly but I like to think it fits Alastor's personality considering his delight for puns and his "Oh Deer!" mug. I can see him getting this gifts both to treat his queerplatonic partner but also to annoy them a little because it's honestly entertaining

(unrelated but I just wanted to update everyone on the fact I've written 1155 words for the fic I'm writing so far)

[unrestrainedbalderdash]

Queerplatonic Riddler x Reader fanfic

Disclaimers:

I am not a good writer. I am simply making this because I am an aroace who loves the Riddler and and desperate for fanfiction that isn't romantic or sexual and I want it to exist in the world.

This is a bit out of character because I am simply not smart enough to write a genius and I am also not very good at riddles.

Some of it is very contrived, in particular the "worldbuilding" had to be crammed into fitting a pattern for reasons, so it is very janky.

Allos are allowed to interact but PLEASE BE MINDFUL THAT THIS ISN'T FOR YOU.

Also I'm English so there may be a couple of covert language differences if you're American (eg: saw a post where apparently in the US "quite" means very whereas here it's much less intense than that)

Rating: Probably teen

Warnings: Swearing (S and F word), whump (hurt reader), violence and injury, implied ableism, near-death experiences, robberies and hostage situations (not very dangerous)

Reader insert info: Oriented aroace, quoiromantic, autistic (hyperfixating on Riddler)

Word count: 5022

Please don't give me loads of criticism I'm not releasing this to improve at writing I'm releasing this because there's no representation.

You sit in your room, reading the Gotham Gazette. A small smile appears on your face; the news keeps talking about the new crime spree, courtesy of the Riddler. You’re lying on your green bedcovers, kicking your feet and giggling. It is quite sad that his latest bank robberies are going to severely affect the economy, but… look at him. He looks so happy in the CCTV footage. His smile is the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. You love the newspaper, as long as you don’t read the articles. There’s a lot of speculation about his mental state, and, while you do agree that his mental state is probably not great, some of the speculation… it wouldn’t feel out of place on an Autism Speaks advert. You use permanent marker and doodle question marks to hide the more offensive articles. With everything that’s left, you cut it out, glaring at the scissors that are leaving jagged edges even though it is probably just a skill issue. You use Blu Tack to stick it onto the board with all of the other articles and pictures, and pick up those which fell off. Five crimes so far. You scan the articles. The names of the locations… there must be something… Classy and Elegant, a store for wedding clothes, with lots of money… House-Dealing Special Princesses, the estate agents for posh people… River Bank Tower, a tower that was a historic location for money laundering and was converted into a tourist attraction… Worshipping Mr Batman, a Batman fan club with a large following, as well as founders who got very rich… and Rose Petal Association, a very wealthy gardeners’ club. The letters… they feel… familiar…

You quickly open Wikipedia. Hands shaking – you don’t know if it’s from nerves or excitement – you search for Elgar’s Enigma Variations. Your eyes widen. Classy and Elegant – C.A.E! House-Dealing Special Princesses – H.D.S-P! R.B.T! W.M.B! R.P.A! His crimes are all after Elgar’s Enigma variations! You’re stimming, at having solved this riddle. But where will he strike next? The next piece… Ysobel…

You open Google Maps. This isn’t simple initials, the piece is named after a full name… You search around, trying to find something that fits Ysobel…

It’s the next day. As usual, it is raining. You’re carrying a green umbrella, and hoping that, if he does show up, he won’t realise that you carved the handle into the shape of a question mark. Anxiety fills you – the establishment which should be the next target, is very… suspicious. Why So Bell, a supposed bell manufacturer which everybody knows is really a front for one of the Joker gangs’ hideouts. You glance around, nervously. There are legitimate shops next door, it should be safe, it should be safe…

You’re hiding in a bush, shaking. It hurts, there are probably lots of bugs, but… you can’t just loiter in the open next to a Joker-affiliated operation, but… you have to see the Riddler’s next crime. Your umbrella is hidden with you in the bush. You’re getting uncomfortably wet. You don’t think your glasses will ever recover from this experience. Half an hour passes, and you watch as people come and go from the buildings. An obvious gang member leaves Why So Bell. You are shaking in the bush as she walks towards you. Does she see you? She’s coming closer. Closer. Closer.

She yanks you out by the tip of your umbrella. You look up at her sheepishly, trembling. She responds by punching you in the face.

You wake up, and your heart leaps as you see your favourite colour, green. Your heart is then filled with terror. The green isn’t from your many pictures of the Riddler, the green is from a massive vat of acid, and you’re dangling right over it. “Who the fuck d’you work for?!” the gang member asks. “N-N-NO-ONE! I’M N-NOT A GANG MEMBER! PLEASE! TH-THERE’S BEEN A TERRIBLE MISUNDERSTANDING!!” you squeak, terrified. The gang members – three of them – laugh at you. “Why were you hiding in that bush?!” a Joker goon shouts at you, as you feel yourself being lowered towards the acid, “You’re a spy, aren’t ya?!” “PLEASE! PLEASE! I W-WASN’T SPYING! PLEASE! I W-WAS… I WAS JUST HIDING IN THE BUSH, W-W-WAITING FOR SOMEONE!!” “Yer lying!”

Your vision is being consumed by green, and not in the usual Riddler hyperfixation way, but in the way that you are about to die. You are whimpering, trying desperately to stammer out an explanation, but there is no way to explain anything in a way that does not make you look like an alloromantic stalker…

Suddenly, the power cuts out. You scream, thinking that this the end. The Joker goons are shouting, confused. There are sounds of a scuffle, and one of their panicked yelling is cut short. The other two are fighting something. “B-Batman?” you shriek, terrified. Every time the Riddler goes to Arkham, he seems to come back worse. If Batman is here, he will surely arrest the Riddler and send him to Arkham yet again. The sounds of the scuffle stop. You wait, hyperventilating. This is very bad, as you are starting to breathe in the fumes of the acid. It’s rather funny that you solved the riddle, and now Batman came here to save you but will surely arrest the Riddler. You can’t help but laugh at the fact that you solved it for Batman, it’s so funny, he’s going to rot in Arkham! Ha! You’re being lifted up, taken away from the green, just like how your hopes of ever seeing the silly green man have gone away! Now you’re being picked up! It’s funny, Batman’s arms seem nowhere near as muscular as they should be! Isn’t it funny that you’re still in the dark, the Dark Knight hasn’t turned the light on, because dark! Ha! Get it? “Ha… I’ve already done the work, Batman!” you laugh. “Don’t compare me to that pathetic man,” your saviour replies. It’s hilarious, you’re such an idiot, you’re stupid! You’re a fool! You’re just as pathetic as Batman! What even is a Bat Man meant to be, anyway? And now, this man is holding you! From what you can see, the glow of the acid is turning his outfit green! Oh, what’s that silly symbol on his outfit?! Haha! The little question marks in your brain, and now there’s a big one on this man’s spandex! Hahaha! You’re an idiot! An idiot who didn’t realise you finally got to meet your hero! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thinks you’re so stupid! He can hear you mumbling about how stupid you are, you’re really not helping things, this is so funny, he’s going to hate you! And now, everything’s going dark like your future! Ha! Ha… Ha… Ha…………..

You’re in a hospital bed. Next to you is your umbrella. “You’re awake,” the nurse says, looking at you with concern. “Wh… what happened..?” “Someone found a note leading to you. You were passed out… Joker chemicals…” Your eyes widen. “J-Joker?! Is… are there gonna be lasting effects?!” “You might be more prone to fits of laughter, but that’s all.”

In the evening, you’re released from the hospital. You walk home, holding your umbrella. You feel an irregularity on the handle, and carefully take your finger away from it. Your heart leaps; there, on the handle… a small question mark, engraved into the wood. You stand there for a little while, shaking, your mouth open in what could be a smile. What could this mean?

You return home, giggling. You walked past Troyte Bank on the way, Troyte being the next piece in the Enigma variations. There also seems to be a pattern to the timing of the robberies – the next is going to be at some point between 1 and 1:30. You’re shaking. You could go to the bank at 1. You… you could see him… you could be in the bank while it’s being robbed… a bank robbery would be very scary, but you could see him! Being an innocent bystander in one of the Riddler’s very own crimes… the thought makes you giddy with excitement. You’re giggling again; the exposure to the fumes of the Joker chemical has evidently given you this new habit. You sound like a teenage girl talking with friends about a cute boy. Your laughter turns more nervous. What will people think when they hear your giggling? They’ll think you’re weird…

They already do, though…

It’s 1PM. You step into the bank from the rain of Gotham, clutching your umbrella, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling. You loiter near the side, doing your best to not look suspicious, waiting for him… After three minutes, the door opens, and five goons holding machine guns enter the building, along with him. The Riddler, wearing his iconic green spandex, with the purple belt, and the large black question mark on the front. There are little question marks in lines down the sides of the arms and legs. He’s wearing his mask and gloves, of matching shades of purple. The spandex… doesn’t leave much to the imagination. You can tell that he is quite muscular, although not nearly as muscular as people renowned for strength, such as Batman. “I’m tough and elastic, but you have left! O! What am I? A robbery!” he exclaims, gleefully. You can’t help but smile at his wide grin. He twirls his cane as the gunmen usher everyone in the bank to the side. The gunmen tell everyone to kneel, and you kneel down, clutching your umbrella. An old man grunts from having to kneel. The Riddler looks at the group. “Tell you what. Anyone who can answer any riddles will be allowed to stand up!” he says, taking out some cards from within his belt and giving them to one of his goons, whispering instructions for the order they get distributed in. He and two of the goons walk into the vault, and are presumably taking the loot, while one of the goons points his gun at the bank staff, one points his gun at the group, and the last one is handing out the riddles. You receive your card with the riddle on it. You read the riddle: What can be gentle as the wind, or as all-consuming as fire, as strong as a mountain, as beautiful as a sapphire? “Is it love?” you ask shyly, before he has even finished handing out the riddles. He walks over to you, and reads the riddle. After a little pause, he grunts and nods, and walks off. You start to stand up, and glance at the old man next to you who is struggling. “The answer’s water,” you murmur in his ear. He rereads the riddle, and then gives his answer to the goon, who has now finished handing out the riddles. He is allowed to stand, and you wait for the goons to glance away, then give another person an answer. “My, my, you’re very good at solving other peoples’ riddles, aren’t you?” a soft voice says in your ear. You squeak. It’s him. You can feel yourself trembling nervously, he’s so close, he has a smirk on his face. The Riddler gives you a wink, and moves away. He leaves with the goons and the loot he has stolen.

That night, you go home, shaking. You’re filled with emotions, and they’re scaring you. You… you think you might… love him… you’re not sure what kind of attraction you feel… and it’s scary. He means a lot to you, and you want him to know how you feel, but you don’t even really know how you feel. You go and print out the page for Oriented Aroace on the LGBTQIA Wiki. You get out a pen and paper, and start making a diagram, with some bars, each corresponding to a different type of attraction, the main ones you can think of. For the bar about sexual attraction, you can easily put NO in capital letters. For sensual attraction, you fill it quite high. You pause, and decide to write definitions for the types of attraction. You reach romantic attraction, and hesitate. What is romantic attraction? Romance is entirely a social construct… how does one define it? After a minute of trying to think, you just fill it with question marks and print out the wiki page for quoiromantic. You start writing: “I don’t know what romantic attraction is meant to feel like. I don’t feel it usually, but you make me feel something I’ve never felt before, and I can’t tell if it’s a cross between hyperfixation and alterous attraction, or if this is what romance feels like.” You glare at the paper. You genuinely can’t tell if it’s you finally feeling romantic attraction for one person, or if it’s internalised amatonormativity and you’re just hyperfixating and have tertiary attractions. All you know is… that you love him…

The next day – another rainy one - is here. You’re loitering inside Without Nines, a casino, when he comes in, with several gunmen. There are also two women, dressed in spandex with question marks – Query and Echo. The Riddler is wearing a very dapper green suit with black question marks, along with a purple and blue waistcoat with question mark shapes. His light green tie is embroidered with purple question marks, and he wears a green bowler hat with a purple ribbon and a black question mark, the colours matching the rest of his outfit. His shirt is black, and he wears purple gloves and his purple mask. A little smile plays upon his face as everyone in the casino immediately panics, at his mercy. Guards immediately try to fight him, but the gunmen fire some warning shots. “Ah ah ah! I’m going to take a hostage! And if you don’t let me take the money, you’ll find yourselves riddled with bullets!” he says, smiling smugly. Your heart leaps as he starts walking straight towards you. You let out a little squeak as he hooks his cane around your arm, and pulls you towards him. You’re shaking, and do a little giggle, nervous. This is it. He’s noticed you. He’s taken you hostage. And all you can do is giggle like a lunatic. The Riddler is giggling slightly, as he unhooks his cane from your arm, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pointing the cane under your throat threateningly. You can feel the cold metal against your neck. With some of his goons following, he walks through the casino, holding you close to him, letting everyone know that he could kill you if they don’t let him rob the place. And yet, he gives you a gentle squeeze, and something tells you that he isn’t going to hurt you. Query and Echo force a staff member to open the vault.

He lets out a giggle as the group walk into the vault. You let out a little gasp as you see how much money there is. The Riddler chuckles. “Impressed?” he says in your ear with a low voice. He walks in front of you, and looks at your awestruck face. You’re trembling, he’s looking at you, all you can do is stare at the money like an idiot. He giggles. “Alright, then. Looting this place might take a while, so we may as well get comfortable,” he says, a smile on his lips. The regular gunmen start taking the money, while Query and Echo stay on guard at the vault’s entrance. The Riddler puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes down to make you sit on the floor. You let out a little giggle. He sits down, facing you, and holds his cane, resting it against your neck, presumably to establish some threat. “Well, then. Riddle me this. Why hasn’t Batman caught me yet?” he asks. You squeak delightedly when he says it. He laughs a little, a laugh that makes your heart feel so light. He looks happy. “Go on. I’ve seen you three times, now. You’ve solved my riddle…” he says, leaning in. “Not just anyone can do that.” You start giggling uncontrollably. You feel light. He leans back a bit, waiting for you to regain your composure. “Are you always this giggly? Is it from the Joker chemicals? Or… maybe… just maybe… is it only when you see me?” he asks, winking. You giggle more. “Ha! Ha! Hahahahaha! It’s J-J-Joker… ha! Joker chemicals! Ha ha!” you laugh. He looks at you, sympathetic, and puts a hand on your shoulder. Your giggling gets worse, and you feel yourself blushing, and he immediately pulls his hand away. He waits quietly for you to calm down, as his men continue emptying the vault. He pulls you to your feet, and whispers into your ear. “I only have two more robberies in this plan. That’s the… initial… idea…” he whispers. He’s so close to you, you can feel his breath on your ear. He gives a flamboyant twirl of his cane, and holds you menacingly again, putting his cane back to your throat. “Well then, my little hostage, it’s soon time for me to set you free,” he says, giving his handsome smile. You giggle, and blush slightly. You’re looking up at him, and he looks down at you. He lets out a little laugh. “You’re rather adorable,” he says. You squeak, and blush much more. He giggles. “Well, I’ll give you some time to regain your composure, haha,” he says, backing away slightly. You take deep breaths, and eventually calm down. He holds you again, and the group leaves the vault. He places you back with the other civilians, and moves away, his demeanour much more menacing… “Alright! And, just to seal this wondrous little robbery, everyone will give me one of their valuables!” he says, laughing. He looks so happy… you can’t help but smile… He takes peoples’ necklaces as they tremble, a pair of earrings, some fancy brooches… he reaches you, and smiles. You already know what he wants, and you shyly hold the umbrella. Your eyes meet as he wraps his hand around the handle, your grip lingering. He takes it from you, giggling, and continues taking other peoples’ valuables.

The next day, you’re walking through the streets of Gotham, giggling excitedly. Today is going to be the day you come out to him. You spent yesterday evening getting ready to tell him, getting ready to speak. You’ve simplified your explanation considerably. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that you’re going to see him, and tell him everything… maybe… maybe he was impressed by your ability to predict his crimes when even Batman couldn’t… “Hey, what’s that dumb smile on your face for?!” a menacing voice says. A gang of thugs surrounds you. You go pale. “Well? Why you giggling? You think you’re the Joker or some shit?!” he shouts. You look around, desperate for help. Citizens are walking away, only glancing for some spectacle. A furtive woman in a green coat opens her phone and points it at you – is she going to record this?! “Uh, heehee, I, I d-don’t wanna f-fight… it’s… ha… I inhaled some Joker fumes… p-please… haha… don’t h-hurt me…” “You won’t be smiling when we’re done with you!” a thug says, elbowing you in the abdomen and sending you staggering back. Tears are streaming down your face. You’re missing the Riddler’s robbery, surely he’ll think you’re an idiot, he’s going to hate you- you’re punched in the face, and sobbing. They keep punching you, keep kicking you, keep kicking you. Whack. Whack. Whack. It hurts. You feebly try to hold up your arms to block their blows, but they easily shatter your defences. You’re bleeding now. It hurts so much. They kick your legs, and you crash down to the ground, crying. They get their weapons out… one of them has a hammer… You can hear the crunch of your bones as your legs shatter. You can only whimper as one gets out her knife, and stabs you in the abdomen. You’re screaming. “PLEASE STOP! I D-D-DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!” you cry as they keep hitting you. Your vision goes black. This is it, you’re going to die… “LEAVE THEM ALONE!”  a voice shouts. They stop, tense. Your head is bleeding, you can’t think straight, but… it sounds… familiar… Your vision is lit up with blue, as something fires electricity at the thugs. They shriek, and run away, leaving you. There are murmurs among the onlookers. You can feel hands slide underneath your body, as your saviour picks you up. He’s walking quickly. “Hey… hey… please… please talk to me…” he says. Your vision is starting to return, and you can see the Riddler, tears streaming down his face. “Sorry…” you say weakly. “It’s alright, it’s alright, none of this is your fault, please don’t apologise for anything, you will be safe,” he says, voice cracking. “I w-was gonna be there… I… I promise I’m not stupid…” “Oh… oh, baby… I already know you’re not stupid. Shh… everything’s going to be okay…” he says, holding you close as he walks. He is thinking. “Alright… you need me on the fairway, you need me for luck, but when you have me you’re well and truly fucked, what am I?” “Uh… uh… uh… a… a stroke?” you answer. He strokes your hair with his soft hands. He’s wearing a green suit, this time with a purple shirt that’s only buttoned 2/3 of the way, showing off his chest and collarbones. His hat is at a jaunty – no, messy – angle, and his mask is streaked with tears.

He enters a building. You can’t read the sign, but you can tell the initials are E.D.U. It’s dark, this building must be a repurposed warehouse. It’s quiet, except for your whimpering, and his heavy breathing, and quick footsteps. He continues stroking your hair, his hands shaking. He sets you down, and rolls up your shirt, and you can hear his sharp intake of breath. “Uh… okay… this looks bad… I’m going to have to stitch your wound…” he says. You shudder, and he picks you up. “It’s going to be okay… I promise.” He rushes into the bathroom, lays you into the bathtub and turns the tap on, rinsing the wound under the water. He gives your hair a pat, and starts preparing his first aid equipment, sterilising a needle and thread. He holds your hand, and cleans your wound as you whimper. He takes you out of the bathtub, and lays you down, using a towel to dry you. “Listen, you’ll be okay, I promise,” he says. He starts rubbing some cream around your wound, and you feel yourself going numb. He starts stitching, and you’re crying. “Shh… shh… uh… what’s so fragile that saying its name breaks it?” “S-s-silence…” you respond. He nods, and keeps stitching. “You’re a smart cookie, you know?” His words make your heart leap. He keeps stitching. “I do mean it. I really do… I’m almost done with the stitches…” After what feels like an eternity, he finishes, and smiles at you, taking his gloves off. “The worst bit’s over,” he says, stroking your hair. He bandages the area. Now that the worst part is over, you start to appreciate the softness of his hands. You realise he is wearing green nail polish, with a purple question mark on each finger. He finishes bandaging you. “All done!” he says, giving you a headpat, making you giggle. He gives you a warm smile. Your giggling dies down as the exhaustion starts to really hit you. You pass out.

When you open your eyes, you’ve been tucked into a soft, green bed, covered in purple question marks. “You’re awake!” he says, reminiscent of a puppy who just saw a friend. On top of his outfit from before, he’s wearing a knitted jumper, green with purple question marks, it looks so soft. You’re still in pain, but you blush a little, as he reaches out with his hand, then pauses. “Um, would it be comforting if I held your hand?” Your heart leaps, and you nod, giggling. He gently takes your hand in his, and smiles softly. It’s so soft, it distracts you from some of the sharp pain you feel all over your body. “Um… th-thank you…” you mumble. “Hey. I had to save you, you’re like a good luck charm at this point. It… it’s not right when you’re not there,” he says softly, stroking your hand gently. You squeak, giggling. He looks at you, a little smile on his face. “So why do you keep following me? Is it gratitude for me saving you from Joker’s gang? Are you trying to prove your intelligence against the smartest man in Gotham? Or maybe… something else?” he asks in his soft voice, winking at the end. You giggle nervously, trying to collect yourself. “I… I… heehee… hahaha… you’re… hahahahaha…” You’re shaking, nervous, and he can tell. He gently strokes your hand, a comforting smile on his face. “It’s okay… take your time…” “Ha… ha… haha… YOU’RE MY SPECIAL INTEREST!” you blurt out. His eyes are wide, and he looks very surprised. You laugh nervously. “Like autism?” he asks, his smile widening. You nod, cursing yourself for being so blunt and probably making a fool of yourself – he’s smiling wide and crying tears of joy. His leg is bouncing. “Hahahaha I need to come out hahahahaha I’m an oriented aroace I hahahaha don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction but I’m feeling other types of attraction to you,” you say, shaking. He has a little pause of processing this, and smiles. “Hey, you’re valid! So, uh, what other types of attraction do you feel?” he asks, giving a good-natured smile. “Hahahaha I feel sensual attraction where I want to touch you and I feel alterous attraction which is uh it’s an emotion attraction that isn’t exclusively romantic or platonic haha and maybe I feel aesthetic attraction hahahaha,” you say, trembling. He grins, and giggles. “You’re quite the riddle, aren’t you? I’ve taken quite a liking to you,” he says, his smile lighting up your world. The way his eyes light up fills your heart with joy. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re so precious. Seriously, you’re one of the most adorable people ever. Seeing you during my crimes… well, now I know how Ozzie feels about seeing birds. You’re like… a little friend…” You let out a squeak, and he laughs. “You’re so cute… may I put my hand on your face?” he says. You nod, giggling, as he cups your head in his hands. “How do you feel about eye contact?” he asks. “Haha! I’m okay making eye contact with people I like!” you respond. There is a pause, as he slowly moves his eyes towards you.

“And… do you… like me?” he asks.

You look into his eyes. Both of you giggle. He gently strokes your hair. “Is this okay, d… may I call you dear?” Your heart leaps, and your mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Haha! I, ha, uh, haha it’s okay! Ha… uh… haha… what… w-what’s… what… what are we?” you ask, blushing slightly. There is a pause, as he thinks. “You seem to be my biggest fan, and I find you simply adorable. I’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable. I’ll look after you… Batman almost caught me last time, so I have plenty of free time…” “What… what happened? Wh-what did I miss?” You feel a little sting at the memory. The pain is coming back, and you can feel tears forming. He wipes the tears from your eyes. “I started the robbery… everything was in place, I had the plan, but… it didn’t feel the same, without you. What takes deep hold and becomes every day, and without it the tree will fall?” “Uh… root… routine?” “Exactly. Seeing you, it’s become part of my routine… you hold a place in my heart… I… my plans, I started planning for you…” You look at him, in awe. Somehow, the biggest genius ever, your hero… has been thinking about you. “Wow…” is all you can say. You’re not even giggling anymore, you’re just repeating the word. He ruffles your hair. “We Rogues, not many people like us. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a devoted fan… and you solved my plan faster than Batman… you can understand how much that means to me, right?” he says, seeming… nervous? The confidence is gone, he looks… anxious… like he needs reassurance. “You’re… haha… my… ha-ha-hero…” you say. His eyes light up, and he nods his head rapidly. “Um… is it alright if I give you a kiss on the forehead?” he asks. You nod, and start giggling again, as he gently puts his hand behind your head. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, making sure to avoid the bandage which you finally notice. He’s so gentle, and the tender kiss is taking away the pain you feel. He lets go, and looks down, into your wide eyes. “With skill, I am paid to save. What am I?” “… Protect?” He nods. “I want to protect you… you’re… you’re too precious. I’ll find the people who did this to you…” he says, wrapping his arms around you, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction. You have a tired look in your eyes, as you lean into him. “I… I have something for you…” He reaches down, and holds your umbrella. Your crude attempt of carving the handle into a question mark shape has now been greatly polished, but most importantly, it has been covered in vibrantly-coloured question marks. “It’s… beautiful…” “A beautiful umbrella for a beautiful mind, from an even more beautiful mind,” he says, as you relax in his arms and make a contented little humming noise. He gently strokes your hair, and you fall asleep in the Riddler’s arms, your head buried in his chest.

[fanged-fanfics]

LMK Characters As Queerplatonic Partners (GN Reader, Pt 2)

Genres: Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Spider Queen:

- She's got experience working with workers for her Queendom, but a friend? It's a surprisingly new concept, and at first she almost treats you like she does her minions

- She grows to become very fond of you and begins holding your opinion as highly as she does her own, making sure the others always do as you say with respect

- She confides in you a lot about the parts of herself her own minions don't even get to see. Her worries, insecurities, and the parts of herself she can't seem to come to terms with

- You help her confidence solidify in a genuine way, not just having an inflated ego (though that never fades) and in return she tries to make you feel treasured

Scorpion Queen:

- She's ecstatic whenever you offer up a QPR. A close confidant is all she's ever wanted, and she accepts eagerly to having your presence around more permanently

- She excitedly let's you see everything she's got in her castle, offering you up anything you could want as a token of gratitude for simply being there

- Jin and Yin come by occasionally and she keeps a very close eye on them to make sure they don't disturb you when you're hanging out together

- She does ask for reassurance quite a few times, but it's because she genuinely appreciates your input and takes your words to heart when you reassure her

Syntax:

- He acts like a bodyguard to you, always wanting to be around you and keep a scathing comment on the back burners for if anyone disrespects you

- He tries to teach you some coding he knows whenever you two hang out together

- You're likely the only one who could ask to install a game on his devices and he might actually say yes

- He's usually endlessly smug for you and brags on your behalf for all your accomplishments, insisting up and down that you deserve the recognition

Huntsman:

- He's not really the best at showing his closeness to you, but he does it in his own small ways like saving the best bits of food for you or scavenging for trinkets so you can keep them

- Immediately gets defensive if he thinks anyone is being rude towards you and tries to square up to anyone being a prick the second he detects it

- You're one of the only people he'll continuously praise, he always makes sure what you do is seen and appreciated just as much as any of his deeds

- Lends you his jacket if you're ever in need of one, and you're the only person he's ever lent it out to

Goliath:

- Absolute sweetheart when it comes to you. He's kind and a gentle giant with you around, but he'll switch up and fuck anyone up who tries to mess with you if you ask

- He likes to carry you around a lot due to his immense size and strength, usually by cradling you in his arm somehow or letting you ride on the mech legs

- Always offers to help with anything you're doing, he likes feeling like he's making things easier on you

- Very encouraging to anything you wanna do. He just really likes spending time with you, even if that's doing something really small or completing missions together

Mayor:

- Very eerily looms around you often, mostly as a way to keep others from getting too close to you

- He gives you access to basically anywhere in Megapolis you could ever want, always uses his title to get you into the secret cool places

- Very very devoted to you. LBD may be who he works for, but he'll do basically anything for you the second you ask him to, and he'll always offer to do more as well

- Basically a massive guard dog, but he also allows himself to be harmlessly zany around you and get a hint of a taste for human enjoyment again

[qprteetime]

Hi, how have you been ? Just in case you're still wanting to write some light headcanons- I've be curious to see how Alastor would react if his queerplatonic partner was a vegetarian (it made me laugh thinking about it, as a vegetarian myself, haha)

Hi there! Sorry, I’ve been a bit busy lately but I promise I’m trying to get back to writing more haha. I LOVE this idea as a vegetarian myself, so this ask was a delightful surprise in my inbox. 

Alastor x Vegetarian! Queerplatonic Partner Headcanons 

Alastor finds out you’re vegetarian when you are eating dinner together in his room and he offers you some venison he prepared for both of you

You decline and get some leftovers to eat instead. Then you explain that you’re vegetarian but he asks you what that is (considering vegetarianism was far less popular in the 20s and his best friend is a fellow cannibal)

At first he finds the concept a little funny because he certainly would never limit his food options but ultimately he respects your choice and would never force you to have food that goes against your moral code

He then has some fun with it when he realises that there’s a whole host of vegetarian meals he’s never cooked before (and Alastor is VERY passionate about cooking - especially for you)

After seeing you having to eat leftovers, he decides to surprise you with the fanciest vegetarian meals imaginable. Frequently. 

You can tell he’s enjoying exploring a whole new side of cooking and surprising you but he rarely eats the veggie meals he makes because his bloodlust is too strong

If you do like cooking then you bond over making the dishes with him; if not, then he temporarily bans you from the kitchen when he cooks as a means to surprise you with the final result!

[qprteetime]

hey! Not a request (unless you wanna run with it, lol) - I just saw you’re writing platonic & QPR stuff, and thought I’d share the one I wrote!

(It’s called “Dealing the Deck”)

Ooh wow thank you for the recommendation! Since checking your ask this morning, I've now read it and I've gotta say that I really love the way you incorporated a song into the fic. Very fitting for a Hazbin Hotel fanwork! It was quite entertaining to read so here's the link to the fic for everyone else is interested in reading it!

https://www.tumblr.com/amateurmasksmith/742341512967471104/dealing-the-deck?source=share

Thanks for sending in an ask, I hope you have an awesome day!

And for anybody curious, I am currently writing a fic in response to a different ask I've been sent and I think it's going quite well. Although it's taking a little while because I'm adding some extra story to it that I felt was necessary. So it's going to be what you asked for AND more! I appreciate your patience and please trust me that the extra time waiting will be it worth it as I try to perfect it haha. Can't wait for you guys to see it!