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“Shy Confessions” Pt. 1

Reborn Sun Wukong x Gn Reader

Story by: @queenofroses22

Written by: Lotus_Constallation

When hearing about the great tales of Journey to the West, you’ll often hear the stories of the great and all-mighty Monkey King, also known as Sun Wukong. The great sage equal to heaven, the celestial monkey that was born from a stone and set off to cause mayhem amongst anyone that crossed his path without any concern or hesitation.

You would also hear about the laughingstock of heaven and, honestly, of hell as well. The tales of Zhu Bajie, also known as Pigsy, a man who used to be a heaven official but made the mistake of refusing to believe he’s lightweight when it comes to alcohol, leading to his banishment and being cursed to be a pig demon for all eternity.

It’s also no doubt that you would hear about Tang Sanzang, formally known as Tripitaka, the powerful yet peaceful monk who had set off to fulfill his destiny!

There is also Sha Wujing, also known as Sandy, there’s not much about him but everyone knows he’s a water demon who fought courageously.

And finally, Ao Lie, the white dragon horse, who was also disguised as a white horse for Tripitaka to ride on while they make the hellish adventure to get those scriptures.

All of the people I have listed so far are very obviously well known. Some more than others. All have backstories worth mentioning even if there isn’t much. However, what if I told you there was one other person who, too, followed the demons and the monk on their journey, but you won’t find them in any stories. Not even a brief mention of their name. And that’s because this person was no one special. I apologize profusely, but those are the words I’ve heard from time and time again when I would ask why this person isn’t written down in history like the rest.

Surely, if they were a part of The Journey and were brave enough to follow the rest down the path of chaos and destruction, with a high risk of death, and trusting your life with 3 demons, that in itself is special, no? Unfortunately, people don’t see it that way. If you do not have some sort of spectacular fact about yourself that would capture the eyes of a dozen citizens, then you are nothing but a worthless little pebble under someone’s shoe. It’s a harsh reality.

However, that is why I am here! I am here to tell the tales of {Full Name}, Whether people like it or not, Because I firmly believe that they too deserve to be written down in history, just like the rest! And who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two, but enough chit-chat, Let us begin!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

This story starts with a small village that sits just at the bottom of a mountain. And on this mountain, lived a vicious demon.

The demon had been around for what felt like centuries, and often loved to cause havoc amongst the town’s people. The demon would poison the soil so nothing would grow, destroy stalls, steal from said stalls, smear mud and dirt on any clean laundry, and would run people over with a mysterious carriage. People of the village constantly prayed and prayed to any god to take care of this demon, but upstairs always remained silent. Eventually, after realizing that no one was going to save them, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Chaos could be heard from a mile away as the townspeople shouted over each other.

“We must slay this demon!” Someone from the crowd shouted.

“With what?! Pitchforks and dainty knives? We’ve all seen what this demon is capable of, what we have won’t do shit!” Another one rebutted.

Throughout all this chaos, a rather average looking person stood off to the side, trying to share what they had to say, but their hushed voice was drowned out by all the other booming voices in the room. It’s quite funny, really. This person, {Name}, spent– heaven knows how many hours practicing what they were going to say, was also the first few to show up, only to be pushed into a corner. And no matter how much they tried to step through the crowd or raise their voice, all their attempts were futile. Eventually, {Name} let out a heavy sigh, before making their way through the crowd to leave through the front door.

Upon stepping outside, {Name} felt the spring breeze gently caress their skin, they inhaled deeply, letting the faint smell of blossoms ease their mind. It was a rather peaceful evening, despite all the ruckus going on in the house behind them. The air wasn’t too hot or too cold, flowers were starting to blossom from all around, the petals and their scent being carried by the wind, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon, with the skies becoming a mixture of blue, orange, and a dash of red. Honesty, all of it was a sight to see, but sadly, everyone was too frightened to pay it any mind. Who could blame them though, really. With this demon who’s caused nothing but constant dilemmas and chaos for heaven knows how long, it’s no wonder everyone here would be in distress all the time.

{Name} sighed heavily once more before rubbing their temples, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. All the commotion, and the sudden sound of glass breaking was truly starting to get on their nerves. Unfortunately, however, it had always been like this, whenever the town’s people would try to talk about getting rid of this demon, it always ended up getting physical, and In the end, getting nowhere. Honestly, all of it was ridiculous and {Name} was starting to get irritated by it. I mean, that’s why they attempted to be a part of this meeting in the first place. They thought maybe, just maybe, they could take some initiative and try to have everyone think rationally for once, and not be so hostile and rowdy.

Though, I guess looking back on it now, it was stupid to think someone so bashful and run-of-the-mill as them, could make a difference. If they can’t even fake the confidence to take matters into their own hands. Then hell, what good are they? The thought alone made them feel…useless. {Name} tilts their head back, in a poor attempt to keep the tears from falling. However, the tears trickled down their face regardless. Embarrassed by their current state, {Name} took off towards the direction of a nearby forest. They didn’t know where they were going, they didn’t think of how close it was to nightfall. All they could think about was getting to a safe place to let out their woes without any judgment.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The labored villager continued to run throughout the unfamiliar territory, making impetuous twists and turns for heaven knows how long, trying their best to jump over fallen logs and moss covered rocks, and unaware of their ankles getting little cuts from open thorns and sticks.

{Name} continued on until they found a spot behind a tree, sinking down to the floor as they finally let go of all their sorrows. They didn’t want to continue living like this; Living in constant distress, with nothing ever being solved because everyone was already so stressed out and exhausted from this blasted demon. I mean, what did the people in the village ever do to him? Why must he keep coming back to attack everyone — even children? Is there some sort of unknown history we were all unaware of? Does the demon know something we don’t?

Whatever the case may be, {Name} just wanted it all to end. They couldn’t take another second of living in that village; where the people do nothing but scream and yell at each other and don’t take a second to just think rationally. There needs to be a change before this demon eventually gets bored of terrorizing everyone and does something worse. {Name} wanted to be that change. But they were foolish enough to think that would ever happen. “Why?” {Name} spoke. Their voice low and raspy from crying so much. They looked up at the starry night sky, unable to realize just how long they’ve been crying for. “Why must this happen to us? What did we ever do?” {Name} honestly didn’t know who they were talking to, or if they were even talking to someone at all. Hell, it would be a blessing in itself if their voice was even loud enough to reach anyone. “We have done everything. Prayed, made offerings, dedicated ourselves to you,” {Name’s} voiced a little louder, their face contorted with anger. “So why do you choose to ignore our pleas? Are we simply not worth your time?” A gentle breeze passed by, but {Name} paid it no mind as they waited for a response, a voice. A comforting breeze will do no good, it will not just magically make up for the constant neglect from the Heaven’s. {Name} knows they shouldn’t dare think this way, they know such thoughts would poison their soul, but they felt like they deserve some sort of proper response from someone. Their childhood had been damaged because of this vile creature, they watched as their parents went from kind and caring folks to aggressive and hostile ones. They used to welcome {Name} with loving arms, often trying to encourage them to be more confident in themselves, to not be afraid to stand up for what was right. But slowly, over the years, they started getting more…aggressive and uncaring towards {Name}.

Out of respect, I will not mention the things they have done. Though, I will say that it unfortunately got to the point where {Name} had become very skilled in tending to wounds.

The lonesome village felt another tear prick at the corner of their eyes, their head dropped as the fresh set of tears left little stains on their clothes. Please, just send someone, anyone, to take care of this demon. I would do anything in return, I promise.

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The rapid crackling of leaves suddenly reverberated around the forest, {Name} nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard it. The lonesome villagers quickly wiped the remaining tears from their face before attempting to see the source of the noise.

From where they were, they managed to see a tall, humanoid figure running as fast as they could, the figure was wearing all black colored clothing so they could’ve easily blended in with the night. The only reason {Name} could see them was because of another figure dressed in all white colored clothing that was lazily thrown over the other one’s shoulder.

“WUKONG!! SAVE ME!!” The person in white yelled.

Without thinking, {Name} got up from their spot and started chasing after the strangers to the best of their ability. Their name wasn’t Wukong, but regardless the stranger was in trouble.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The figure dressed in black was fast, {Name} will tell you that. The figure was jumping around while also making unexpected turns—which threw {Name} off a bit—all while the person in white continued to cry out to someone named Sun Wukong. Which, {Name} had no idea who that was, but they’re assuming Sun Wukong is this guy’s friend. Though, what’s a bit strange is that this guy, despite crying out for help, made little to no effort to fight against the person who was holding him captive.

After what felt like hours, {Name} managed to follow the figure to a cave that was located at the top of the mountain. {Name} heaved while trying to force themselves to walk further up the steep hill. Once at the top, they leaned up against the entrance of the cave, trying to catch their breath. “I wasn’t built for this shit,” they thought.

A moment or two had passed before {Name} looked further into the cave, borrowing the faint moonlight, {Name) couldn’t help but sigh in awe.

The cave was covered in foliage, with a few small waterfalls that flowed down from a few openings in the walls, and the moonlight only gave the place an ethereal glow.

(Artist: Unknown. Source: Pinterest).

{Name} was astonished, never in their life have they ever seen something as elegant as this. It all made {Name} ponder about their own life choices. From their younger years, there were always these rowdy kids who always dismissed the adults' concerns and went as far as they wanted into the woods. The kids offered for {Name} to join them one time, but they timidly refused. Now looking back on it, Perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt to accept their offer.

After what felt like an incense time, {Name} carefully moved towards the cave, the light from the moon slowly warning the further they went, relying on the tiny luminous blue flowers that scattered throughout the cave. As time passed, {Name} couldn’t help but grow more nervous. I mean, what were they going to do? How were they going to save this stranger from someone who could be armed and is undoubtedly stronger then {Name} was, when just prior they were sitting in the dark crying because they can’t even get their voice to go up an octave or two.

Honestly, the smartest thing to do would’ve been to go search for this “Wukong” guy but nOoOo, they just had to prove themselves.

Sighing heavily, {Name} continued on, trying to ease their mind by taking in the scenery. Whoever that black-clad man was, and as horrible as it sounds, {Name} was glad this was the place the man led them to. While they walked, they suddenly came to an opening with a bunch of stone staircases leading in all different directions, leading to multiple different rooms. {Name} was about to walk past it before a rather rejoiceful voice echoed throughout the room. “How lucky, How lucky I am today!!” {Name’s} blood ran cold, they recognized that voice. It was the demon. {Name} had followed the demon back to where he lived!

…

Shit.

End of part 1!

I really hope you and Queen enjoyed it. I can’t guarantee when the next part will be out, but keep an eye out 👁️

Love you all!!

Well, I had an idea for you to do...

The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yandere! Wally.

Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

{Sorry this took so long! But I ended up getting to caught up in the request and ended up having to make a pt. 2, I do apologize though, I hope you don’t mind. As always, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the request!}

(Art, Wally and Welcome Home all rightfully belongs to @partycoffin)

“Nostalgia” Pt. 1

Pairing: Yandere Wally Darling x Streamer! GN!Reader

Tw: Yandere behavior, cussing

Summary: You decide to take a trip down memory lane with your Viewers. Unaware of the consequences.

Y/N was a daily streamer under the name of {Streamer name}.

Y/N wasn't very big or popular, maybe with a few frequent watchers here and there that would greet them in real life and ask for a quick picture, but that’s all Y/N could ask for really.

They didn’t need to have a big platform or have a lot of money. They just wanted to stream for fun, just something they could do in their free time when they had nothing else to do.

Y/N didn’t really have a main style of content to put out. Sometimes it’ll be them reacting/watching something a viewer recommends, playing a video game, or even just making a relaxing space for anyone who needs it— playing soft music in the background while answering to any comments.

One day, Y/N was hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia. They had started remembering fond memories from childhood. From the happy ones to the embarrassing ones— down to the old shows they used to watch as a kid. The sudden wave gave them an idea. Once they would get home from work, Y/N would take their viewers down memory lane and react to old shows and/or movies from the early 2000’s.

“That theme song had no reason being that good, I’m telling you,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their drink while reading the chat.

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NeonLeon: No fr

Anxpsyche: The Little Einsteins theme song from season 2 is the best, I know they just added clapping but it made it sm better

WhimsicalWanderbitch: I remember I used to watch Little Einsteins and The Backyardigans all the time when I was kid with my brother

Passionfruit69: Pls play the wonder pets theme song

WhimsicalWanderbitch: me and him always sang along to the songs

Theanklebreaker: I loved wonder pets, omg

JumpInTheMacaque: Does anyone remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl?!

Kirbolissous: OH MY GOD I REMEMBER I USED TO LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YO GABA GABA THAT SHOW WAS MY SHIT

Escapeben: Do you remember Oswald?

Scouts_Kubs: all I remember watching is little bill and how the teletubbies scared tf out of me

Springday23:SAME!

lychee_jelly_tea:I REMEMBER SHARKBOY AND LAVAGIRL

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As Y/N was talking with the chat, they had let out a gasp. “Aweee, oh my god, I just remembered this really old show I used to watch,” The Streamer cooed, flashbacks flooding their mind of them watching said show for hours on end. Recalling all the soft yet bright and vibrant colors of the show, and all the lovable characters.

Y/N waited a moment for the chat to respond. Seeing most of them asking for the name of the show, while a few others carried on with their own conversations. “It wasn’t an early 2000’s show, it was like…” The streamer’s words trailed off, trying to remember when the show was made. “Ah fuck, when was the show made? It was made in the…70’s..? I wanna say, oh my god, Wait, what was it called? God damn it,” Y/N leaned back on their chair, with their hands over their face, as they tried to remember the name of the show. Meanwhile the chat was listing off shows from the 70’s to try and jog their memory.

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lychee_jelly_tea: Lupin the third pt. 2?

JumpInTheMacaque: The Addams Family?

Theanklebreaker: Uh…New Fantastic four?

Kirbolissous: Was it The New Adventures of Batman?

NeonLeon: Scooby doo?

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“Oh my god it was called Welcome Home!,” Y/N shouted, jumping up from their previous position.

“That one show that looks like it was inspired by Sesame Street? Oh my god wait-“ Y/N went to Google and searched up, “Welcome Home Characters” the results popped up right immediately. “These bitches!” The streamer circled their cursor around a big JPG image of all the ‘Welcome Home’ characters.

“I remember that whenever I would have to be babysat by my grandparents, all they had was this old Combo television unit and a bunch of old VHS tapes. So all I had to watch was whatever VHS tapes they had and Welcome Home was one of them,” Y/N explained, unintentionally looking further down the rabbit hole of the show, reminiscing in all its glory. By now, Y/N was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, this is gonna be embarrassing but I remember Wally, the main character- er the one with the blue hair, low-key used to creep me out,” Y/N laughed, feeling embarrassed how a puppet with a blue pompadour used to creep them out.

“Like, I wasn’t scared of him but the way he laughed and the way he would just stare at people for an uncomfortable amount of time in the show is what creeped me out,” Y/N had elaborated after noticing the chat was clowning them for being scared of a puppet.

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Anxpsyche: Bro, you were scared of him? He looks gay as shit

lychee_jelly_tea: I ACTUALLY REMEMBER WATCHING THAT SHOW AND HAVING A HUGE CRUSH ON WALLY!

JumpInTheMacaque: @Lychee_jelly_tea had me watch that show when we were younger and I low-key loved it

NeonLeon: You were really scared of a puppet? This puppet out of all of them?

JumpInTheMacaque: They actually have a website for that show now

Theanklebreaker: I would be scared of the chicken that looks like Big bird

Passionfruit69: I’d be scared of the gray one that’s looking at the butterfly

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“Okay- Later on I wasn’t scared of him. He grew on me, I’m just saying when I first watched him I thought he was a little off!” Y/N defended, it took awhile for them to notice a specific comment. “Wait, JumpInTheMacaque, you said they have a website?” Y/N leaned forward, scrolling back up to where JumpInTheMacaque made that comment before scrolling back down.

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JumpInTheMacaque: Yea, but you can’t really do much with it rn, you can only see the neighborhood from a Birds Eye view and see the Info about the characters

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“I still wanna see it, give me a sec,” The streamer went to The search bar before pausing. “Is it just called ‘Welcome Home website’ Or…”

“Oh! I found it!” Y/N exclaimed, clicking on the website without hesitating The website opened up and a picture faded in with the title in big pastel letters on the left center of the picture and Wally sitting on a painted rock with colorful flowers, trees, and home all right behind him. Wally stared at you with his round eyes and had an opened mouth smile. Y/N oooh’ed in awe, fascinated by the way the site opened up. “Oh my gosh, this is so cool,” Y/N tried to contain their excitement, but the shake in their voice and the huge smile on their face was a dead give away. They apologized when they realized their failed attempt. “Sorry guys, I’m just so excited right now.”

"With a hop, skip, and a jump, you are ushered into the colorful, serendipitous world of Welcome Home! It only takes one stroll down the neighborhood to know this is just the nicest little place you’ve ever seen! Watch Wally and his colorful array of friendly neighbors learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"

“Oh Jesus Christ, alright, let’s get started- There’s a guestbook?!…YOU CAN WRITE IN IT?! Wait- I wanna look at everything else first before I do the guestbook.“

The rest of the stream was filled with Y/N clicking around in the neighborhood and reading the info about the characters, expressing memories and giving info about some moments they remember from certain episodes. Y/N was about to click out of the neighborhood and take a look at the guest book. However, they caught a glimpse of something that seemed…out of place. “What the hell is that?” Y/N questioned, pointing to the small black spot under Home with their cursor. “What the hell is that?” The streamer leaned closer to their screen, squinting their eyes to try to get a better look. Right away, they tried to see if they could move Home out of the way, but it didn’t work. Whenever they clicked on Home it either opened up to Wally’s info or it didn’t move. “What…what do I do? That’s not just me right, you guys can see that?” Y/N was at a loss, what do they do?

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Kirbolissous: What the hell?

lychee_jelly_tea: I’ve never noticed that before! What is that?!

Anxpsyche: what in the actual hell is that?

NeonLeon: Why is there just a black hole under Wally’s house?

JumpInTheMacaque: Try inspecting it, find Home’s code, delete it, then get out of inspect

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“Okay, hold on,” Y/N followed the instructions the best they could, they wouldn’t really skilled in this type of stuff, so they struggled a bit, though they figured it out pretty quickly. “Okay…” They mumbled, now seeing a huge black hole in the place Home was. Y/N was confused and clicked on the hole. The computer suddenly opened up a new browser and it seemed to be taking awhile to load. However, Y/N said nothing, sitting in silence as the air slowly started to grow thick, and their palms started to sweat.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide once the image finally loaded. The whole screen was black other than a red outline of Wally on his knees, reaching up to a window and Home’s eyes staring back at him. Y/N stared at the image for what seemed like hours. They just sat there, inspecting the image in horror, but mainly in bewilderment.

What was this?

Why was Wally on the ground?

What was going on?

Why was this on the website? Was it supposed to be?

Slowly, Y/N clicked off the browser. The computer immediately took them back to the Welcome Home website. Y/N scratched their nose and clicked out of the neighborhood, going to the guestbook. “Okay, I don’t know what that was but let’s-…” The Streamer put in the name they go by online. “Let’s just do the Guestbook then I’m calling it a day,” Y/N tried not to let people see how spooked they were, but again, their now quiet and soft tone, gave it all away.

Y/N wrote in the guestbook.

“Looked around the neighborhood with all my viewers, everything was so bright and colorful! Really loved it!”

With that, Y/N bid their signature goodbye to everyone before stopping the stream and turning everything off, but Y/N didn’t move just yet. Their mind was still stuck on the image of Wally.

Was that supposed to be on the website? Why would it be? Are they just trying to add a twist to the franchise now? But why would they, it was fine the way it was. Yes, it got canceled, but that’s only because it became outdated. Was this a sign for something big?

Gah, Y/N shouldn’t be worrying about this. People are allowed to add things to a franchise as long as it stays true to the characters (to a certain extent) and stays respectful to the creators boundaries, and Wally was a bit of an odd one. Maybe they’re just now going more in depth with his character since now it’s a new time with new interest, and they have to get people’s attention somehow, right?

Whatever the reason, it was getting late, and Y/N had to get up for work tomorrow. With that, they finally got up from their uncomfortable chair they use for every stream and stretched. Satisfied when they heard some joints pop and crack. Y/N let out a yawn, realizing how tired they were before walking off to their bathroom to brush their teeth..

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

…Through the static of the TV, you can hear Wally’s muffled voice boom through the tiny speakers.

"That concludes our time together for today, my dear neighbors. But rest assured, tomorrow is another day, and I'll be watching over you just as diligently. Goodbye, neighbor. Ha ha ha.”

*Click*

The End! I hope you enjoyed and keep on the lookout for pt.2!

That is all for today, I hope you are having a good Day/Night/Afternoon and I will see you all in my next writing, au revoir!! 💜💜💛💛

Introduction

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Greetings and salutations everyone! My name is Lotus, my pronouns are They/He.

I am a multi-fandom writer, I haven’t posted anything but I do write a lot in my spare time and I would be happy if you guys sent in suggestions or request on what I should write.

For now, the fandom’s I will write for is

-Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

-The Stanley Parable

-The Monkey King: Reborn

-New Gods: Ne Zha Reborn

-Markiplier egos

-Septiceye egos

-Stardew Valley

(Will add more in future)

I do have to warn you: !!Updates will be slow!!

I struggle with motivation a lot, and I also overthink a lot when I write so please, be patient with me.

I have a few important things to say before I move onto what I will and will not write:

This is a gender-neutral blog. All readers will be classified as gender-neutral or if you are transgender. If you want something specific, then you will have to DM me.

I also write for myself, writing my comfort characters x my persona and will probably post some of my work on here. I am not entirely comfortable with writing others personas or OC’s just yet but I am not opposed to doing so, if you would like me to write any OC’s, self inserts, or persona’s, please DM me and we’ll discuss it!!

This applies to my do's and don'ts, but this is very important for everyone to hear. Do not request anything that goes against the creators wishes, especially if you know that your request is going to be against their boundaries. If you do so, I'm going to say no. We need to respect everyone's boundaries, including the creators! They have every right to have a set of boundaries and should be respected.

What I will write:

-Fluff

-Implied Suggestive content (depending on the fandom I am writing for)

-Yandere Content

-X reader

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

What I will NOT write:

-Incest

-P*dophilia

-Character x Character

-Any serious topics such as sexual harassment, r@pe, self harm (this one might have an exception), etc

-Smut

One more important thing. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK AND CREDIT ME IF YOU DECIDE TO SHARE MY WORK

That’s all, have a good Day/Afternoon/Night! Hope to write for you soon! 💜💜💛💛

Culkin! boys dating headcannons

GN! reader, writing about the characters, not rory himself!!! SFW

Ollie Sway

-Ollie is an old soul, and this definitely shows when dating him. Late nights with Ollie would entail wine drunk ramblings about whatever jazz vinyl was playing from his record player, ending with you both stumbling to bed waking everyone else in the house.

-You & Ollie would 100% share clothes, especially because Ollie loves seeing you wearing his shirts and jumpers all the time. He finds it as a symbol of your love for him, aswell as showing everyone you were together.

-Ollie is definitely a picnic man, he'd love to take you out on the boat and sail until you both came across a spot you liked. Although this wouldn't always be the best plan since Nikolai's precious boat was known to stall, which has resulted in the both of you being stranded on the shore a few times in the past.

Jack Thurlowe

-Dating jack can be tough at times due to how he conveys his emotions.

-Jack gets alot of writers block, especially when he's struggling emotionally so he'll tend to come to you for help with his next article, even if you have no knowledge of current events he'd always seek your input.

-You always fall asleep first, no matter how tired Jack is he will force himself awake to watch over you. Once you're asleep he takes his time to reflect on his life, current or past, whilst smoking out of a nearby window.

-when Jack comes home from a long day at work all he wants to do is curl up with you in the living room watching your favourite old movies until you both fall asleep.

Gabriel ml <3

-I like to imagine Gabriel came across you at the diner, and after one conversation you were his new obsession.

-He'd be so gentle towards you all the time, but you always have to be aware of how quickly Gabes mental state can shift.

-Yet Gabriels most effective grounding method is definitely just holding you in his arms whilst you try to calm him, softly whispering praises into his ear.

-If you owned an apartment with a garden or some kind of outdoor space, he would appreciate your efforts to make it suit Gabriels smoking habits no matter if you did it aswell. He'd love if you smoked with him, seeing it as the perfect way to calm his nerves; with nicotine and his darling at his side.

[Sorry if any of these are a bit out of character, but once I see more culkin characters I might consider a p2]

This is not proofread 🙏

💜 DAY 8 OF MONSTER WEEK [HALLOWEEN] — GHOST TUBBO

[1800+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You go Ghost hunting and end up meeting a traumatized ghost.

[Read the rest under the cut]

"This is so creepy," You murmur, slowly trailing the light of your flashlight across the dull, stone walls. The buildings, ruins of some old castle, were horror movie material. It made it really popular a while back when a few Ghost hunters filmed an episode focusing on its apparent haunting.

You're sure it's all just babble meant to sell more tourist traps and attract ghost nuts. That's the only reason you accept your friends' dare to explore the place but now that you're actually here, you're regretting that decision a bit.

A loud gust of wind shakes the windows and you bite your tongue, trying to shake off your nerves. There were probably other people inside as well, so at the very least you're not alone.

You tug at one of the many doors, though this one is distinctly unique in that the locked bolt is on the outside. You tug at the rusty bolt and it snaps off instantly. Guilty, you drop it to the floor, looking around for witnesses. No one's around though so you kick the bolt far, far away. No evidence.

Of course, you've already unlocked it You strain yourself for almost a minute trying to pry the door open but even unlocked, it's almost glued shut. You turn to walk away when a quiet 'creeeak' comes from behind.

You whirl around, hands trembling. The door is wide open now, framing a desolate and dark room, enveloped in thick shadows. You fumble with your flashlight and it falls to the floor, rolling about a foot away from you and right in front of the now-unlocked door.

You slowly step forward, squatting down to pick up the flashlight without taking your eyes off the door and its tempting entrance.

You know there are other people in the castle, you broke in easily enough so you know entering wouldn't be a problem for others. Knowing this, you jump to thinking it's someone pulling your leg, hoping that's all there is to it. But there's a sinking in your stomach, tossing and turning and thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a prank but something else. Something otherworldly.

You tighten your hold on your flashlight, just in case, and step through the door. You're swept by a wave of chills instantly, though all the windows in this particular room are clamped shut and sealed like they were trying to keep something trapped inside.

You walk towards the bed that's oddly enough set in the exact middle of the room. You scan the flashlight across the room, realizing distantly how the furniture makes the room look like a dungeon. It's all muted colours, dusty beyond belief. You think back to the rusty bolt you snapped off and realize that no one's entered the room in what's probably been decades.

You walk around the bed to see the other side of the room when you spot marks against the floor. You stifle a gasp by biting your tongue, staring at the marks with wide eyes. You trace the marks leading from 4 spots, 2 against a wall and another 2 evenly spaced in front of them, scratched into long lines leading towards the bed. Your brows furrow as you realize the marks are from someone pushing the bed into the middle of the room. Weird.

You don't have to worry about it for long because you're immediately faced with an even worse issue. The door shuts and you instantly run towards it. "Fuck,"

You're so screwed, so so screwed. The door isn't opening no matter how much you push and shove. You know it's not locked, you had broken that before entering, but it feels like someone barricaded it with ten tons, impossible to push or even make budge.

You get goosebumps instantly, a burning chill spreading behind your back, feeling like someone standing, pressed behind you. You whirl around and there is nothing, no one. You cast the light of your flashlight across the room rapidly and your heart leaps to your throat when you double-take to a slumbering figure on the bed. The bed you were previously standing next to. The (previously) empty one.

it's made of different shades of white, casting the room in a moody glow. You're entranced by the beauty of the sleeping figure, feeling your nerves settling just by looking at the peaceful face of the slumbering teen. You take a step towards them, feeling out of control of your own body. You keep walking in a trance until you're a step away from the bed, close enough to see the muted shades of colour.

You lean towards them, just to admire them. It's an instinct, the same way a baby cries when they're hungry. You want to know how it feels to sleep so peacefully. You want to sleep long enough to know how it feels when your bones turn to ash…

Their eyes fly open and you're instantly shot back into your body, falling back onto your butt, trembling. Their skin is more pigmented now, flushed with energy in the same way that yours is now pale like someone applied a white overlay to it. You don't know where your flashlight is so you stumble to your feet and almost trip over a table trying to find the door.

"You look fucking stupid," It giggles like your panic is amusing. They admire their skin, which is still glowing radiantly, but it's stronger now. If you could describe it you'd say that earlier it was a dying ember and now it's a strong flame. "I took a bit too much energy from you, sorry for that."

It stretches leisurely, "Though if I hadn't stopped you, you would've lost your soul so really you should thank me."

You finally find the door but it's still locked. You push at it, putting all your weight behind it. Your knees go weak and you almost fall to the floor, exhausted and panting.

"That's not going to work," It watches you, frowning. It shakes it's head when you push yourself to stand taller, sighing when you try slamming the door open and failing. "You should stop trying, you're only going to fail."

"What do you want," You cry out, feeling drained both mentally and emotionally, not to mention psychically. Though you do have that fucking ghost to blame for that last one. "Why won't you let me leave."

Its face twists at your words like the word is revolting, though it's overshadowed by the raw sadness dragging its otherworldly beauty down. "We can't leave. The door has to stay shut. It has to stay shut."

"it was open earlier," You stutter as their eyes settle on you, full of more emotions than just the amusement you saw earlier. "How do you think I got in?"

Its face is full of despair as they stare at the door, anxiously pressing itself into one of the bedposts. "No one saw you enter. No one heard the door close. If they did…" They look back to you, "Where were they, why didn't they stop you? Maybe… Maybe this is a trick."

"What trick," You find the energy to stand again, staring them down. "Why can't we open the door."

"You're trying to get me to open the door so I get in trouble again," They murmur anxiously, their skin pulsing with vibrant, human colours. "I can't leave, I can't leave, never again."

"No one's waiting out there to hurt you," You drop your tone to a low, soothing hush, "I just want to go home. Please just let me open the door."

"It's not me," They whispher, "It's the maids. They've locked me in here again. We can't leave until they say so. We can't leave or they'll hurt us. They're only pretending to be gone, they tricked both of us."

You almost scream in frustration. None of your words are getting through to him. Instead, you slowly walk over, "No one is out there, I checked. The only person keeping you trapped here is you. We can leave."

"What?" They scan your face, hands trembling. You're standing next to the bed and you hesitantly offer your hand. They stare at it for a second, their voice comes out a whisper, "Are you sure?"

When you nod, he sets his hand into yours. They don't really step onto the floor, their feet are more whisphy, but he's on the same level as you now. He stares at the door, face still haunted, so you take the first step towards it.

He trails after you, still holding your hand. When your hand wraps around the handle, his breath stops (though you imagine as a ghost it's unneeded). The door slowly pushed open and they squeezed your hand anxiously, eyes darting around the empty, dark hallway. There is no one there though and he is still trembling.

"They could be hiding," They whisper low, setting your hair on edge. They hurriedly tug you back. "They're going to come back, we need to go back inside."

"No," You say firmly and start dragging him along with all your might. You need to leave and evidently, so does this ghost. You turn the corner and it's empty, he seems more anxious at that sight. You turn another corner and then another and then you are standing in an overgrown garden.

The ghost seems mesmerized by the plants, staring at them with an alienated fascination. They let go of your hand to walk towards a flower, hands spreading frost across its petal. He doesn't seem to know how much strength to hold it with and he rips a petal off. He tries again, smoothing the petal between his fingers. It looks ice cold now but he is smiling brightly, skin back to a softer, pastel light.

"No one is here anymore," He mutters to you, entranced by the flowers the same way you were entranced by him earlier. He looks up at you, "I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Y/N," You say softly, taking one of the fallen petals into your hand. As you had thought, it is cold but it is also beautiful. Memorialized in the ice, almost. "I didn't ask your name either."

"Oh," They look over to the plants again, "I've never… I'm Tubbo. I'm the- I was the prince. I think I'm dead now."

"Yeah," You nod. "I think it sucks you were trapped in that room for so long."

"It did suck," He takes a deep breath in, "But I don't have to go back now. My father, King Schlatt, hated me. He hated even looking at me. I wasn't allowed to leave my room. It got so lonely and now… I don't know now."

"Now you're free." You take his hand and put the frozen petal on his palm. He looks back up at you, starry-eyed. "You can go anywhere. You don't have to be alone anymore."

"Can I come with you," He says breathily, excited. "I've always wanted to see the kingdom. I've only read books. How much has changed?"

You can't help but laugh, "Okay. I guess I've got a ghost buddy now."

{《☆》}

[This wasn't supposed to be this long or depressing ngl but i love a good angsty backstory. Anyways lore time, TW FOR THIS SECTIONS!!! Tubbo is a dead prince who as we find out had been hated by his father, king Schlatt and basically exiled to a separate wing of the palace. He is locked in his room most of the time and has been traumatized repeatedly whenever he leaves, usually by the guard and maids who lock him in there. After the palace got destroyed by rioters, Tubbo died of starvation in his room and came back as a ghost due to the traumatic experiences he faced. He still doesn't leave the room though because he's afraid of being hurt again and still believes he's being locked in there as punishment until you help him through that.]

[Anyways the next two posts will be spread out over the next day because I was too ambitious in my planning but rest assured, I will post them even if they're a bit late.]

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💛 DAY 7 OF MONSTER WEEK — FAE GEORGE

[600+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: A nature Fairy sprouted from the dirt...

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You had met George in the middle of winter. You were trying to bring a plant back to health, it was a hobby of yours, when he sprouted from the dirt bag you had thrown onto a chair.

He was tiny at first, barely the size of your palm and he looked like a plant himself, with the budding seeds (which had NOT been budding before that) stuck to the top of his head, swaying as he stumbled to hold up the weight. His eyes were empty, with no thoughts behind them.

It was one very week later that he started speaking, in the exact way you did, though he had an airy accent, with the same maturity. His eyes weren't as empty but they still felt dull.

With even more time, he grew. Up to your ankle, up to your knee, barely your waist height, then to your shoulders. It was rapid, sudden, and fascinating. The plants that had been budding since he was (…born?) crawled out of the dirt had started blooming into a blue for-get-me-not. It had been beautiful for the first couple minutes before petals started shedding rapidly every night he grew.

You knew he wasn't human, his ears were pointed and he didn't have pupils, but he felt human. When he started speaking, you knew he was just as intelligent (if not more in certain subjects) as you were.

You couldn't quite say what he was but you both settled on nature fairy, since he fit the bill well enough. But no matter what he was, he stuck to you like glue. Which, as you realize today, is a recipe for disaster.

You were heading to the park today, just to see how he'd react around nature. You had manged to cover his pointy ears with earmuffs and barely convinced him to wear contacts, so you had been in high spirits that today would be calm and peaceful, overall normal. You should've known that nothing about this was normal.

As you pass through the gates George seems overcome by awe, looking around and gathering every pretty rock he sees. He looked like a young child, excited to explore lands unknown. You make sure to keep an eye on him as you walk, just to be safe he doesn't knock his earmuffs off or trip over a root.

But the more you watch him the less worried you become. He seems so at home in the park, surrounded by nature. For a second you wonder if you were selfish not bringing him sooner.

You're so caught up in that train of thought that you don't even notice that George is wandering away before he's gone. The second you do, you start running around the park looking for him.

First further up the trail, just in case he somehow walked faster than you though and outpaced you. Then back around, peeking through the bushes lining the trails. He isn't in any of them, though you didn't really think he was. You just wanted to be sure… Sue you, he's short, okay.

You're already off the trail but you have to keep looking, you can't just abandon him, especially not without a goodbye. You keep walking, there's simply no alternative in your head.

Of course, as you walk you shout. Multitasking, eh. But no one responds, there are just regular park woods noises. You walk a bit deeper, using a rock to mark a trail of trees incase you get lost.

You're deep into the woods now and you start hearing soft snoring. You rush towards the noise, fury lighting beneath you as the though of George sleeping through your panic infuriates you.

You skid to a stop a little way's away from a very badly built wooden tent, with gaps in the wood and a few wooden pieces for what might be a makeshift bed. On that bed, George is snoring away, without a care to the world.

He's about to get one rude wake up call.

{《☆》}

[Dude I wrote this really quickly before knocking out. I've gotten 2 hours of sleep and 0 will to live, the quality is only technically my fault but I blame 5am Me for everything.]

[Anyways happy Halloween for most of the world except Sydney, you cucks are already on tommorow. Take care yall!]

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💜 DAY 6 OF MONSTER WEEK — MERMAID NIKI

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You're a pirate and while you're plundering some loot, you come across a mermaid.

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Since you can remember, all you've known is the sea. You were born on a pirate ship during the worst storm your parents have ever sailed through. Cradled roughly in its waves, you never cried even when the saltwater mist burned everyone's eyes.

Your mothers said that your third mother was the sea, just as she was the mother to every pirate who sought refuge in her tides. When your mothers retired from their captain and first-mate position, they left the ship and crew to you and your first mate, Wilbur.

You are the youngest pirate, and especially the youngest captain, to ever grace the sea, and you bear that title with pride. You spend as little time on land as possible, finding it as unsettling as sea-sick people find the sea.

That's why it's almost ironic that the first time you met a mermaid face-to-face was on land. Somehow, two sea creatures (you proudly claim that title, thank you very much) managed to meet on land before in the sea, funny innit?

You had to stay on land longer than you'd've liked to get some ship repairs, which luckily your first mate was handaling for you, so you had lots of free time. Deciding for no real reason to explore, you had managed to wonder into a rather seedy looking nerighbourhood.

While walking you passed a certain house with expensive drapery framing the windows and you can instantly tell that whoever lives there is richer than they seem. And that in itself is a sign for some illegal happenins and it just so happens that your favourite people to steal from are fellow criminals.

You managed to pick the lock to the front door and within minutes you've managed to pick a good number of prime sellers to pocket. Someone opens up the door when you're heading down their basement so you take the opportunity to book it further down and that's when you come face to face with a mermaid.

"Do you need help?" Those were the first words you'd said to her after finding her locked in a fish tank in some poacher's home. The question was admittedly stupid, but you had just been caught mid-robbery and you're known to be "fish-brained" as Wilbur calls it.

She can't answer, or maybe you just can't hear her, but you pry the tank open anyways because you wouldn't be able to live with yourself it you left a fellow child of the sea to die. When the lid pops off, she uses impressive upper arm strength to pull herself up and knock the tank on its side. She looks at it and smacks her tail into it, shattering the class instnatly and leaving her with a curled lip, proudly smirking like she had won some battle.

You have only about three seconds to admire her very pretty coral-pink scales ad even more impressive arm muscles before the owner of the house you're robbing bursts through the door.

You're still holding the fish tank lid and waste no time in smacking him in the face with it, spreading the shattered glass across the floor.

The mermaids obvious strength is brought back to attention as she handstands her way towards the man. They groan, trying to gather their strength and sit up. Immediately her tails slams down on his back with a crack and she starts smacking the shit out of him with her tail until some of his teeth fall loose and you're sure he won't be able to walk the same again.

The mermaid looks over at you and thankfully recognizes an ally when she seas one. You prop the door open and offer a hand, unsure whether she'd like help going up the stairs or if she's capable of that too.

She accepts your help after a moment, though she doesn't seem the least bit threatened by you which us slightly insulting. You're out the house and standing by the ocean is a process that feels way too long. Although by your standards, any time away from the ocean is too long.

The mermaids slips into the sea and you waver her away with a smile.

{《☆》}

Niki, the mermaid, ends up following your ship. She declined to talk to most of your crew but Wilbur did have some more luck, managing to learn her name even before you.

It's weird how quickly all of you had gotten used to her presence. Shexfelt a bit like a good luck charm too, since storms settled easier when she was around.

Today she swims circles around your boat, where you're stuck aimlessly floating as there's no air to guide the ship. Only very, very extreme heat.

"It's sweltering today," Niki says, fins creating a little wake in the water as they swished back and forth along the side of the ship. "The sun must really beat down up there. Especially when you're at the helm steering all day."

You prop one boot heavily atop the bulkhead, leaning one elbow on your knee to peer over the edge and into her sea foam eye's. "You know if you want me to go swimming with you and Wil, you really need to confirm whether or not you plan to drown me. Again."

"I never drowned you," Niki protests, elbowing Wilbur to agree with her. "But I would like you to swim with us, yes."

"Yeah, Cap," Wilbur nods, smiling mischievously. "Unless you're too chicken."

You narrow your eyes at Wilbur, "I know what you're doing and it won't work on me."

"I can't believe our darling Captain was such a scaredy cat," Wilbur taunts while staring you directly in the eyes, "Afraid of a little water."

"Alright that's it," You rip your shirt off, barely remembering to take your shoes off, before diving into the ocean. Wilbur cheers the entire time you fall and catches a mouthful of salt water.

"C'mon you little shit, I'll drown you and we'll see how you like it," You're smiling the entire time though. It's so much more natural being in the sea than even being on a boat. And it does help that you're with two of your favourite people.

{《☆》}

[I hate life it is so late I ruined my sleep schedule and my computer died halfway through writing this but damnit I finished anyways. Anyways I'm going to sleep before I critically murder myself further, thanks for reading.]

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💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO

[1100+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: Summoning goes wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

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"Y/N, are we sure this is really going to work?" Tubbo pokes at the candles you had arranged perfectly before he messed with them--

"Yes, Tubbo, I checked three times already, Tommy stop it!" Tommy flinches, spinning around and hiding the salt container behind his back. It's a very bad hiding spot considering the salt Is still rapidly pouring out, very loudly, into a pile next to him. "Give me that! You guys are ruining my summoning circle!"

"It's not ruined," Tommy protested weakly. The box finally empties out and he lifts it, as if to show it off. "See, we still have…" He blinks down at the pile of salt on the floor. Slowly, he leans down to try (and fail) at scooping it back into the hole he punched in the box. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stands up and smiles proudly, "See, plenty!"

"I literally hate you both." You sigh, neither seem that bothered by that fact. "Go buy some more salt, I'm going to fix it all and then when you get back, neither of you will touch anything. Kapeesh?"

Tubbo and Tommy nod sulkily, "Kapeesh."

"And remember," You yell after them, "don't get the cheap shit! We're summoning a demon, not a back alley imp!"

"Fuck off!" Tubbo flips you off as Tommy pulls out of the driveway. You flip him off too and watch them drive away. Fucking dickheads, they're so much fun.

You're midway sweeping up all the salt Tommy dropped when you trip over the candle Tubbo had moved. You lay there, groaning in pain for a minute or two before you sit up. Everything spins for a second so you wait, pressing your hands to the back of your head and feeling around for any bumps.

Your fingers come back bloody and your head spins again at the sight. Jesus, that made you queasy. You crawl away from the glass, turning to sit flat on your butt, cradling your head in your hands. Belatedly, you realize you have an even bigger mess to clean up.

"WHO DARES SUMMON ME!"

"Ack—!" You jump forward, gasping, as a giant mass of shadows, layered over each other by the thousands, looms over you. Their eyes shine and you can see thousands of stars, being created and exploding all at once, full of every constellation in the sky, burning like a supernova. They are, you realize, a predator. One who could devour you whole and leave nothing, not even a skin cell, behind.

"Don't hurt me," You cry out, throwing your hand in front of your face.

You're frozen in that pose for a full minute before your arms drop. The creature, the demon you had been preparing to summon, was staring at you, face fallen as you realize belatedly, they can't escape.

In your blind stumble, it seems you had managed to surround the summoning circle in a very messy and rather box-shaped figure of salt. The demon seemed honestly distressed at being stuck, their long, gauntly claws scraped at the invisible wall. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?"

"How dare you treat me like this," You repeat, mocking in a shrieky voice. Maybe it's the shock making you so confident. "This is my house, you bastard!"

The demon seems flustered at that, hands clutching their chest. "YOU SUMMONED ME. I AM A GUEST IN YOUR HOME."

"WELL, YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE IT!" You yell back, flinching back preemptively. They're still stuck though and their claws have dulled into more human-like nails, now balled into fists at their side. "I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO SUMMON YOU!"

"What?" The demon reels back, blinking rapidly at you. They shrink suddenly, the mass of shadows melting down into a smaller, still looming figure, with pasty white skin and black sclera. "Why didn't you start with that."

"You-You're human!"

"No, you're a human," The demon sniffs, like it was insulted. "I just mimicked a similar form, for ease of comfort.

"Oh," You say distantly, "That makes sense."

"Really?" The demon shakes its head in surprise, "You're one weird human."

"And you're a demon," You're feeling faint suddenly, "I accidentally summoned a demon."

"Not just any old demon," They sniff condescendingly, "but Prince Ranboo the second."

"Oh, wonderful," Things start blacking out. "A prince."

You drop back to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

{《☆》}

When you wake up, Tommy and Tubbo are above you, talking loudly about whether or not you're dead or if Tubbo just sucks at reading a pulse. When Tubbo notices you groaning he screams, "Zombie!"

You can hear Tommy wack Tubbo with a pillow, hard. "They never died, Tubbo. Stop screaming before you knock them out again."

They help you stand, leading you past the broken candle and broken lines of salt. There is no mass of shadows there, maybe you had just been dreaming the whole thing up.

Tubbo goes to clean and Tommy sits by your side, checking up on you every few minutes. He only leaves to make you tea after lots of promises you wouldn't move. Maybe it was a bit traumatizing to see one of your best friends knocked out on the floor in a pile of their own blood.

"Finally," A familiar voice drones out, sounding bored beyond belief. "I thought they would never leave you alone. That blond one is basically a mini-me of Phi-elza."

"You!" You lean far back into the couch's armrest, "You're real!"

"Of course I am, otherwise you'd be hallucinating," Ranboo's nose wrinkles, "Though I know your species isn't unused to that."

"I thought I was dreaming, or the concussion-," You pause to take a very deep breath. "Why are you still here?"

Ranboo eyes you with a deep, analytical glare, "You summoned me. Even if unintentional, you also have to dismiss me."

"Oh," You mutter, "How do I do that?"

"↸ᒷᔑ∷ ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ," Ranboo sighs, though you understand nothing of what he just said. "It's such a waste of such raw talent for you to be so clueless about something as basic as reverse summoning."

"Talent? What does that have to do with anything?"

Ranboo shakes his head, "No, I am not going to waste my time. I'm teaching you how to reverse summon me and I'm leaving. You can summon any other demon to ask, just return me back to my home."

You frown, "whatever, what do I have to do,"

"Just repeat the phrase you used to summon me in reverse," Ranboo rolls his eyes, "Seriously, it's easy as breathing."

"I didn't use any phrases to summon you though," You point out, staring at Ranboo innocently.

"…" Ranboo has a stiff smile, "What?"

{《☆》}

[DAY 4 WHOOO ONLY 3 MORE BEFORE HALLOWS EVE HELL YEAH!]

[Anyways I'm going as a pirate, in case anyone cared even a tinkly itty bit. Also I may or may not have forgotten to edit this a few hours ago and almost fell asleep before posting life a dumb. In better news I now know how to work my coffee machine and haven't repeated the mistake of trying to use instant coffee in the machine! Yay improvement!!]

[Take care to improve yourself too, learn from your mistakes and work towards becoming a version of yourself that feels true. Remember, the only validation that matters is your own and that you also carry the weight of your own world, don't be afraid to let some of it go and take care of yourself before you try carrying it all alone again. People love you, take care!]

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

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Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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Monster Week Prompt List

Taglist: @creatorofstars

may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

{《☆》}

[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Taglist: @creatorofstars @hiwhatsupbruv

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❤ Pet Shop

[Gender-Neutral]

[1100+ words]

Request by @/Lemonkofe on Wattpad: "reader goes to a pet shop cause they felt lonely ... and when the reader was looking at the cats or dogs you bumped into Karl Jacobs"

Description: You need to do something to get rid of the loneliness weighing you down. Luckily for you, a new pet shop seems to open a few streets down. [Karl Jacobs x gn!reader]

[Read the rest under the cut]

You've always liked being alone. It's quiet in a tentative and vulnerable way, where the only person who can ruin that is you. It's nice being able to just be you, unabashedly and without shame. You damn near love being alone.

Being lonely, on the other hand, is an entirely other feeling that, contrary to popular belief, is separate from being alone. You can be alone and not feel lonely and you can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. Right now, you're both alone in your apartment and lonely.

You don't want to make any real plans right now though, because that requires pulling yourself together enough to be presentable. As it is you pull on a sweater and double check your pockets before heading out the door. Do you know where you're going? No, not really but you're sure you'll figure it out.

The sun is dipping in the sky, still right above the skyline and coloring the clouds a pretty shade of golden pink. The lamp posts haven't turned on yet so you still have enough time before any shops close, if you wanted to do some splurging on random things you'll use once and never again.

Luckily enough for your wallet though, you're eyes catch on a flyer for a pet shop that just opened. The adorably edited pictures of small puppies and sleepy-eyed kittens have your feet moving on their own toward the street it's supposed to be on.

The shop is a quaint little thing. It's painted in soothing shades of yellow and there are countless animal pun posters along the walls, including one classic "just hanging out" poster with a cat hanging off a wire. The door opens with a loud jingle and again, you're feet move on their own. It's fine to wander though because there doesn't seem to be many people still there.

You kneel down next to a pen of three cute shitzu puppies with your hand dangling inbetween the holes. You wait patiently as one after the other they sniff your hand, one walking away after and the other two licking at your palm. You laugh quietly, cooing at their adorable little faces. You look around for a sign saying you can't enter the pen and don't find one.

A bit nervous, because what if a worker pops out of nowhere to kick you out do not noticing a sign that hadn't been there a second ago, you slip into the pen and find yourself a lapful of puppy. You giggle and coo again, scratching gently around their ears and under their head.

"Aww, that's adorable," Someone suddenly says.

You startle, staring at the puppy wide eyed for a second, wildly hoping it had somehow suddenly learned to talk. Then, a second later, your eyes are drawn to the cutest boy you've ever seen.

He grins at you, showing off his dimes and fluffy brown hair and softer brown eyes and suddenly you're feeling flustered. "They're so affectionate!"

He enters the pen too and the other two puppies are sniffing at his legs, the one in your lap seemingly content there. He sits down around two feet away from you and looks over with a wide smile. "Do you know their names?"

"No, I just got here," You blink at him for a minute, still startled. The puppy in your lap doesn't like that though and he presses into your still floating hand and settles when you mechanically start petting him again. "They're shitzu's though, if you didn't know.

"I didn't, super cool that you do," They lift a puppy up to their face one handed, the other scratching the other puppies chin. "I'm naming you Sapnap."

"Sapnap?" You accidentally blurt out, confused. Instantly you look away, giving a very pleased puppy all your attention suddenly.

"It's my best friend's gamertag," They explain, still holding a smile when you look over. Then he seemingly flushes, giving you a shy grin. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Karl."

"Y/N," Is it dangerous to say your name to a total stranger, maybe. But Karl is cute and also looks totally non-threatening so you're banking on the fact that he won't steal your identity. And also maybe hoping you can get his number, but that'd besides the point. "I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Karl let's out a small laugh, nodding. "I moved last month to be closer to a few friends. I'm not sure how permanent it is but I like this place. It's quiet."

That's exactly why you moved here too. "Well welcome to the city, I guess. I promise it's not too boring, most days. Just on Tuesdays."

"There goes my Tuesday plans," He laughs before smiling at the puppy still in your lap. "You should name that one too."

"It probably already has a name," You continue to stare at it anyways before nodding to yourself. "Cupcake."

Karl giggles like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "Cupcake? Why cupcake?"

You shrug, "They feel like a Cupcake."

Karl nods along through his giggling. "Mhm, of course. I see it."

You can't help but laugh with him, spooking Cupcake enough that they go back to their bed. You hardly notice though because Karl is smiling at you near fondly and you can't stop noticing his dimples. When both of you quiet down, you're still staring at each other.

Sapnap the puppy is curled up in Karl's lap and yours is empty so you decided to be the one who moves closer. You're barely a foot away, staring helplessly at the prettiest boy in the world. Karl isn't really smiling anymore, eyes caught on your face, looking it over. Whatever he finds makes him smile again.

"I usually go for coffee on Saturdays," He mentions almost casually. A sly smirk crosses his face momentarily before he goes back to a casual look. "If you want to join me, I'd be cool with that."

"Like," You struggle for a second, feeling like a middle schooler getting asked out for the first time. "A date?"

Karl nods, "If you're up for that?"

"Yes," It's an instant response and you feel flustered by how eager it sounded. "I'd like that..."

"Me too," Karl fondly says, a little dopey grin on his face. Then Sapnap the puppy sneezes in his lap and he giggles. "If you want to get out of the pen I could give you my number?"

You nod and offer a hand to Karl after he fixes a sleeping Sapnap the puppy onto an empty bed.

When you go home, the street lamps are on and you're phone has an extra number on it.

{《☆》}

[I actually wrote this 3 days ago but forgot to post lmao]

[So I'm trying to focus more on writing now that I have more free time but things are kind of going to shit around me so I guess we'll see. Anyways I hope that your life is going better and if it isn't, good luck. We need it. Take care of yourself, take time to do things you enjoy, hydrate, and spend time with friends! Love ya!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Taglist: @creatorofstars @hiwhatsupbruv

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💛 Blue Boquets and Brothers

[1400+ words]

[No pronouns]

Description: Tommy's been stealing flowers from your garden for weeks. Today though, you finally catch him in the act. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

Tommy shuffles down the street, dragging his feet across to kick a random stone. It skids just out of reach so he moves on, wrapping his hands around the straps of his backpack in that way movies always depicted nerdy kids. In a way, it fit.

The garden on his way to Wilbur's is empty, devoid of human life like it is every time Tommy walks up to it. The little chain link fence isn't good at keeping out people but he imagines that it had to be good for something since there aren't any dogs chewing on leaves. His foot fits into a hole and he pushes himself on top and jumps a bit to land perfectly.

He bend down, dirt and rips already staining his relatively new pair of jeans. There are blue hyacinths next to a array of purple flowers that he can't name even as he plucks a few of both.

Tying them together with a strand of blue ribbon, he carefully puts them in his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder, reaching back awkwardly to fit it over his other, something rattles the door to the garden and Tommy throws himself forward to climb the fence. Too late, he thinks as someone's hand wraps around his ankle. "Let go—!"

"Not until you come down!" You yell back, tired lines under your eyes. You were waiting for him, he realizes. "You're going to break your leg trying to jump!"

"Then let go!" He tugs at his leg but for just a moment he loses balance and gives up on his pants to curl his fingers around the metal tug himself up. In his panic he kicked you in the face. Good, he thinks vindictively.

You tug harder and Tommy is wailing as his arms reach out to stop the impact. His palms burn, arms aching with the impact still ringing in his bones.

"Shit kid," You had jumped back when he fell but now you're kneeling at his side, face twisted like it's torn between helping or not. Tommy doesn't even care, instantly scrambling to make sure the flowers in his backpack are safe. To his great relief, the flower petals are only slightly smushed.

"Just go away," Tommy says, pulling his backpack to his chest, watching you with narrowed eyes. "I haven't been doing anything wrong."

"You've been stealing my flowers," You chide softly, frowning as you stood up. Taking him in for a second, you sigh, putting out a hand to help him stand. "Alright, let's go then."

"What?" Tommy knows his face probably looks like he bit a lemon but honestly it's a fair reaction. "Uh?"

"I want to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft." You say, crossing your arms when Tommy stand on his own. He puts his arm through the backpack strap slowly, staring down at his shoes. This is a... fairly odd situation he's in now.

"I have a feeling you won't let me leave if I don't bring you with me," Tommy says, grimacing at your determined nod. This was going to be awkward. He's never really brought anyone to see Wilbur before, not besides Tubbo and Ranboo. "Alright, let's go then."

You unlock the gate, pulling a key out of your pocket like you knew Tommy would break. Together, and that is such an odd thought, you start walking. You're a few paces ahead even though Tommy's supposed to be leading but he's too busy holding the flowers gingerly, careful not to knock any petals off, to care where you are.

"So," You start, probably uncomfortable in the silence that had been following you both. "What's her name?"

"His name is Wilbur," Tommy awkwardly starts, unsure of how to broach the fact that they're definitely not dating.

"That's a nice name," You say without skipping a beat. Not homophobic then, that's nice. "Does he like those flowers or did you pick at random?"

"Hyacinths were his favourite but I always bring him blue so I thought purple would shake things up," Tommy shrugs, glancing up at your approving look before scowling down at his flowers. Well, technically yours but— doesn't matter they're his now.

"Those are lavender," You slow down next to him, pointing at the pretty flowers that wrap around the hyacinths. "But you also have a few small alliums. They're the circle ones, right there."

"They're pretty," Tommy says softly and now that he's thinking the allium is kinda familiar. Ranboo had given him one when they first met. He had it pressed between a book somewhere. "I'm sure Wil's gonna like them."

"Do you bring him flowers every weel?" You ask, side-by-side. looking over the bouquet.

Tommy nods because he always takes flowers from your garden so you probably already knew. "II like to keep him looking nice. If he's surrounded by dead flowers it just gets sad."

You tilt your head in confusion but shrug. it goes silent for a minute before Tommy sees large metal gates., pulled open wide and ever-daunting. "Ready to meet him?"

"We're at a graveyard." You bring up, skittish like Tommy can't tell where he is. You do look pretty disgruntled though so Tommy doesn't take it to heart. "do you and Wil hang around graveyards often?"

Tommy just wordlessly guides you along, hearing leaves crunch as you slowly follow. In a few minutes of silence, minutes you try to fill by asking questions that Tommy can't answer. Then you are standing by a polished grave and Tommy plucks a few offending weeds off the carved stone. pulling the wilting flowers out of the glass vase and replacing them with the new ones, making sure the ribbon stays on nice and pretty.

"Oh," You say and when Tommy looks back at you, you're lips are pressed together into a tight line, brows furrowed with tension. "I didn't realize..."

He shrugs, wordlessly turning back to Wil. "Hey Wil, this is Y/N, I've been stealing flowers from their garden for you. They're... alright, I suppose. I think you two would've gotten along, probably."

"Hello Wilbur," You start slowly, moving to kneel down next to Tommy. "I meet Tommy like 20 minutes ago but I've already gotten tired of him." Tommy rolls his eyes with a smile. "Tommy told me you liked Hyacinths, they're nice flowers. You have good taste."

"I still think the alliums are better," Tommy chimed in, leaning forward to brush a hand against the stone. He softens his words, speaking quietly to the heaviness in the air that haunts him. "But I guess you do have pretty good taste."

You put a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing with a silent apology. He nods, feeling slightly choked. After Wilbur's death, the whole family took it hard. Phil started putting crazy hours into working, Technoblade went on another fencing tour (which he hasn't done in years), and at this point, Tommy's the only one who lives in the empty two-story house. Until you joined him, he can say with certainty that he was the only one who visited Wilbur. No one's held him since it happened, not until your slightly awkward one-arm hold on his shoulder, comfort and burn.

"Two weeks," You say and Tommy turns to you, slightly confused. "That's how long you've been stealing flowers from me, two weeks. Is that...?"

"Yeah," Tommy says and this time his voice is watery. God, he should've just told you to fuck off. Now he's going to look like a mess. "I try to visit him every day. I don't want him to feel lonely without me or some shit."

"You're a good kid," You say, rubbing a circle into his shoulder. You look back at the flowers and grimace, "I'd like it if you didn't steal my flowers but I'm not going to report anything. Not to your parents or the police. It can be our secret."

"He would've liked you," Tommy says before he can stop himself. His ears burn and it's not just with the cold. "You're a good person and... Wilbur would probably be in love with your garden."

"If he's anything like you, I'd probably like him too." You look over at him, probably spotting his embarrassed flush. You stand, holding a hand out to help him and he takes it. "It's pretty cold out, kid. Let's go get some hot cocoa, my treat."

"Okay," He says and it's with a relief he can't understand. "Goodbye Wil."

{《☆》}

[GO SUB TO TECHNO WE NEED TO SUPPORT THE YT MAN AND HE NEEDS TO GET TO 10 MIL GO GO GO!!!!!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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Taglist: @creatorofstars

Sunshine ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[1069 words teehee]

Description: You, a fae of the seelie court, meets a dragon-kin with horns that shine like gold. (Technoblade x GN!Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You are a protector of a hidden spring and secret entrance to the Faerie Realm, hand chosen by Queen Titania of the Seelie court and accepted by the old Queen Mab of the Unseelie court. You had trained since your youth, since before you had gotten the gift of wings, to become a high-rank fae in the court. You were now, though still youthful in the eyes of the court, with a strong connection to Life that granted you a thumb greener than a dryad and your magic it's own boost.

After many years of trickery for it, your position is often one filled with quick, sword drawn fights, ending in adventurers' heads laying at your feet, staining the blessed lands with their sinful blood. It is an honour, truly it is, to defend such a vulnerable point.

... However, it does sometimes get boring. You haven't had the option of stealing a name in decades and the only fae who greet you also leave within seconds. The routine had gotten too common place, too repetitive. It would ruin everything you had worked towards to give up your post so soon, especially with the high expectations from the courts, but some moments you found yourself considering it.

And blessed be by Fate, the ground rumbled with something ferocious. The cave shook and trembled, not crumbling with its blessing but shaking nonetheless and it was exhilarating. Finally, a moment of excitement. How could the might creature outside not be for you to cleanse your boredom when it come at such a convenient time.

With quick hands you grab your bow and head out of the cave. There is no sun here, not with the thick enclove of trees that hide your world from the masses. As you walk, a dragon-kin greets you. Large horn-like antlers on their head, glittering like gold. Their scales ripple down, a sunset pink that rests soft against their pale human skin.

They do not stumble or stutter in their step when they see you, just come to a smooth stop a good few feet in front of you. "Which court are you from?"

"Seelie," You answer, pleasently surprised by the question.

"May the sun shine upon you," The dipped their head, a sign of respect that had you fluttering your wings-pleased. They fix their braid, tucking pieces of hair behind their ear. "I seek refuge in the fairyland, if I may have the honor."

It's with a happy grin that you nod, "Of course. Your people are our allies, refuge is but a small gift." Gesturing for him to follow, you turn back towards the cage. Truth be told your people haven't had to accept a dragon-kin in ages for they were too strong to need refuge. For one of them to ask now, you were sure he was going to bring excitement to the world!

"So," he started, trailing off a bit. "It's a nice cave you've got here... very roomy."

You snort despite yourself, the cave can be described in many ways but never, ever in your experience, as "roomy". The dragon-kin smirks, looking awfully chuffed with himself. "Our hidden entrances are small for a reason, dragon-kin. They are meant to be hidden."

"Fair point," They huff, trails of smoke following despite the relatively high tempatures of the day. "You can call me Techno, by the way."

"Not a real name, I assume," You grinned, looking back over your shoulder with a sharp-toothed grin. "It's rather foolish to do so, if you did."

"Nickname," He shrugs, not bothered as Techno bares their own friendly little sharp-toothed grin. "Is there something I can call you?"

"Humans refer to me as an Anchor so I've recently taken to it as a nickname," You set your bow against the cave's side, hand coming up to rest upon the overgrowth that cascades the rest of the cave. You pull it aside and wait for Techno to duck around you. "But you can call me whatever you please."

Their chest rumbles with a chuckle, in a way so unfamiliar to you and yet you crave it all the same. "If that's the case than you can do the same."

"I think I might," You laugh back, although a part of you is curious just how far you could that the name game. As you yourself pass through the vines, your beautiful home lay in wait. The entrance you guard over comes to a popular area in the kingdom, close to the heart of the capital mostly filled with shops but densely filled all the same.

"Welcome, Sunray," You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile as you overlook the kingdom and its citizens you protect proudly and would resolutely die for. "Just don't eat anything people give you." They'd snatch Techno up the second they could and if he ate anything you couldn't stop them.

"I wouldn't come here unprepared," His golden horns glitter in the lights, your own personal drop of sun. His words are oddly skirting around blunt words, something you hadn't initially thought the dragon would try. "I've read my fair share about fae before coming here."

You smile at the self-confidence, knowing that if you truly craved his soul he'd be dancing until his feet bled dry in a fairy circle by now. "Careful, sunshine, us faeries do like the sun but you forget some would rather snuff it out in favour of eternal moon. A special few here wouldn't see the difference between you and the sun."

Techno's lips quirk up at the thought, as if it amused him more than scared him. "That'd prove a problem for them, I've been told I'm a tough one to kill."

"For your sake I hope that's true." And for some odd reason, maybe it's the willingness he accepts the nickname or just your oddly eager adoration, but you link your hand through his. Techno lets you tug him along to get another guard to watch your station, grinning when you carry him to fly past evening traffic. You know now, with the prettiest drop of sun hanging from your arms, that your boredom was the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Go faster!" Techno yells, looking so very pleased. You push yourself for the giggles that leave him, like honey to your ears.

{《☆》}

[YE ALL DRAGONFUCKERS COME HITHER OR SOME OTHER SHAKESPEAREAN BULL IDK IM DOING A ROMEO AND JULIET THING FOR ENGLISH AND ITS STUPID]

[Okay I only realized I didn't post this halfway through my Dream God post <the one I'm gonna post in like an hour idk>]

[Anyways guess whose brothers birthday is tommorow (today?) I do not have a gift. I only have my little pogchamps and you guys aren't tradeable. :(]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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Taglist: @creatorofstars

Hotel Holiday 💛

Request by @you-did-well-moon on Tumblr: “I need a part two your honor. I’m a Tommy apologist and I’m not sorry about it 👩🏾‍🦯"

(They/Them pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: You need some time away from your Dad and Phil. Luckily for you, you know a place open for visitors constantly. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

The rain seemed to pick up as you flew away from your dad's house. The rain got heavy, heavier than you could safely fly in, as you got closer and closer to the main area of the Dream SMP.

You pulled your wings close to your body and started a quick descent towards the ground, eyes dead set on one block. Only a few feet above the ground, with the wind whipping past you, you snapped your wings out and you landed to a minor stumble over the prime path.

Tommy's hotel stood, looming in front o you. The bright red walls stained a darker red as the rain hit every second. You took a deep breath in, solidifying your resolve before you started towards the door. It was unlocked, opening and inviting you to spend a night. It was certainly better than spending the night outside in the rain.

An android sat at the reception, staring right at you unblinking with its very adorable racoon ears twitching softly. They gave you a very robotic version of a smile, nodding politely. "WELCOME TO THE TOMMYINNIT HOTEL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET A ROOM?"

You nod, looking over the hotel for the first time. Your dad had told you before to stay away and you had listened, ignoring every piece of mail inviting your family to go over. But nowhere you were, for the first time going against your father's explicit directions because you felt... confused? Concerned, even. You weren't entirely sure what you were feeling besides anxious.

What if Tommy took one look at you and told you to leave and never come back. He wouldn't, you knew he wouldn't. But what if?

Tommy's head poked out from the floor, his eyes over the edge just enough for you to spot the glittering blue. Your heart stops for a second, terrified. "...Y/N?"

"TomTom," You blurted before you could, using that silly nickname you made up when you were kids. Your wings puffed up around you just thinking back to those days. "Hey..."

Tommy climbed out of the floor, which was really just a small entrance to a basement now that you could see. His face was more bruised than you remembered, blotched over his nack and face. His smile is more of a smirk, a fond lift to the edges. "TomTom? You haven't called me that since you were 8. "

You laughed at your own mistake, finding it amusing how Tommy thinks he was better. "Yeah? Remember when you called me Chip every day."

Tommy cringed, the memories of his adorable babbling about you being a cookie came back to him. Those four years were amusing to everyone except him, apparently. He shook the memories off and quirked his head at you. "That's not important right now. Why are you here?"

You shrugged a bit awkwardly, trying not to drag your slightly wet wings on the floor.  "I thought it'd be nice to finally spend a night here. You opened it a few weeks ago, right?"

"Close enough." Tommy shrugged, looking away from you. Tommy mumbled something so you leaned closer to hear him. "...didn't think...  come..."

"What?"

"I didn't think anyone would come," Tommy admitted louder, shuffling his feet in place. "I mean, Techno and Phil have been avoiding me like the plauge so I thought– ya know?"

You inhaled a bit sharply, biting your cheek. "They don't know I'm here. Dad would probably have my head if he found out. And... I was. Going to avoid this place, I mean. But things change and I, well, I missed you."

Tommy turned his head away, his shoulders shaking. For a second you though he was going to start yelling and fighting. But then he started laughing, a bit hysterical and wet and trembling. He was crying, you realized as he wiped at his tears desperately.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "Its just, I feel like since I've came back that no one even cares. But you're he–re and... I'm sorry I'm just being stupid."

You crooned sadly, your wings ruffling to shake off water before you pulled a wing over Tommy. He relaxed back into your wing, pressing a hand to the feathers hesitantly. You warbled soothingly, pressing your wing closer to him. The urge to care, to heal, to protect your human, your family, your flock, it was strong and you could barely stop yourself from preening his hair.

"No, no... I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner." You said, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. You wrapped another wing around Tommy and let out a shaky breath. "Dad's gone crazy protective after you left. Almost had to fight him to let me visit Tubbo as much as I do."

Tommy laughed dryly, leaning against you. "That sounds like Techno. Even when we were kids he hardly let us do anything without him with us, remember?"

You let out an exaggerated groan. "He was the absolute worst. Remember when he'd follow us around school thinking no one saw him and we got called into the office because they thought he was stalking us?"

Tommy laughs at the memory. That village lasted about a year before you guys were on the road again. Going to school there wasn't the worst, but they certainly weren't like the nicer villagers near Hypixel's hub.

Tommy goes silent, staring at a random spot in the hotel, lost in thought. Quietly, he asks you. "Does Techno ever— does he miss me? I mean, I know I betrayed him and I'm—I am sorry about that but..."

"He wouldn't say it, but I know he does." You say back, just as softly. "You were close to him, Toms. You still are. You're his brother. Nothing, not even the war, could change that."

He sniffs, shaking his head softly. "Look at you, acting all grow 'n shit. Just yesterday you were all snotty and whiny about sleeping with your favourite blanket." He laughs wetly, resting his head against yours. "When did everything go to shit..."

"I dunno," You say, closing your eyes. "I don't know."

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Ok I'm in the mood for any sexy fanfic about Disney Guy characters I don't know why I just am especially the ones who are very good looking such as the beast Eric Prince Philip John Smith John Rolfe and Hercules and Prince Naveen and Aladdin and li shang I don't know why they're just very handsome and sexy as hell 🥵😏 please do forgive me for saying this also please be safe

😜🤠 I was in the middle of writing other stuff but saw your message and boom, inspiration- I really enjoyed writing this and hope it's sexy and yall enjoy! 😜I might write more~ • Art does not belong to me. This is smut, no other warnings except usage of words : Length & staff. • Words: 1.2k

Prince Philip x Gender Neutral Reader (Marital bliss)💋

Morning air felt more magical than ever since the wedding. 

The sunshine pouring in, the gentle flowing of lace curtains and tweeting of insistent birds flying in through the high windows, every morning in the grand bedroom would bring about an indescribable joy waking you up without a hitch. What especially overjoyed your heart laid asleep right next to you tangled in the sheets on the velvety plump bed, a dashing boyish face with thin petal lips and fluffy brown hair- softer than any bear's fur- you'd comb if he hadn't been sleeping peacefully. You sigh on your side of the plush pillow. 

Very content in watching him sleep as the sunlight peeked through the curtains and flashed over his pale delicate features, your eyes following the brightness sliding down the slim mounds of his defined chest before going over the rest of the plum-shade sheets covering both your and his bare bodies. Oh how much you adored him. 

Your prince deserved some sleep after last night's tiring hunt. 

CHIRP. CHIRP. 

Zipping past your sight in the air were songbirds, in blues and pinks, singing away in loud melodies you didn't wish to hear for once— you whispered at them and gestured at the window with a hand—hoping they would retire and that all the sounds wouldn't wake your husband. It may have been too late as you hear a heavenly groan from your close side. 

Your prince was stirred from sleep by the chirps. The birds became silent like they had planned this.

"Oh, good- good morning, my beloved." He fluttered awake, honey-brown eyes glittering in the light, blinking around in a daze until they found and settled on you with loving ease. 

Sleep washing away from his face as he smiled warmly, dreamy so your lips curled to mirror him.

If you weren't under a love spell before, you are now from the moment his gentle voice called out to you. 

"Philip, good morning. Are you feeling better now?" You asked, as always the first thing you do.

He shifted in the sheets comfortably, turning his more exposed body to the side fully to face me. 

"Oh, I feel better than ever,'' he sighed, still smiling bright as you felt a wiggling hand from underneath the sheets crawl up the hill of your hips and rest there. You held back a sound in your throat as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his warm hold on your skin. Ever since the wedding, you discovered this prince was really insatiable when he awoke— But you loved it, your body buzzing in anticipation for what's to come next.

You couldn't help telling him your worry, "what if the maids or someone hears us?" The day right after a hunt usually meant the servants and people were busied and going about in the halls. 

"My truest love," your eyes instantly opened to that sweet voice calling you by an even sweeter nickname. "How could you be so adorable, to worry for others when they only come at the ring of a bell. We are free to be with each other as we like," his gentle hand began rubbing your hip and trekking backwards to your buttocks. 

He was right. You and Philip were free to do as you both pleased as only the two of you shared the second grandest bedroom in the castle. Who would dare intrude on your honeymoon days?

As his hand carefully fondled one buttcheek, a pleased sound escaped your lips. Philip was convincing you by the second, not that you'd say no to receiving his immense love.

It felt like only the two of you were there in the whole world when looking around the enormous bed, in the center of the spacious and tall decorated room where echoes can't reach. Both of you had your own little castle within the castle. . . 

"Will that be a yes, lovely?" With his handsome face drawn close, a light pink of excitement clouding his slim cheeks, glowing honeyed eyes staring deep into you now as if asking for permission. 

You grinned and obliged happily, "oh, Philip, yes." 

That was all he wanted to hear for him to unleash his hunger, expertly rolling on top of you in a blink of an eye. You recognized the hunter's look as he massaged both your hips and lowered his lips to your sensitive ear, starting tiny kisses trailing a delicious path of shivers down your jaw, down the center of your vulnerable throat and bare chest. There he was enjoying himself for too long at touching and licking your nipples. You glanced down and spotted his rising staff, reddened and beautifully his. 

He stayed mezmorized at groping your chest for another moment and you protested. Impatient at his teasing, you grabbed his surprised face in your hands and pulled him up into a long passionate kiss, spurring a growing fire inside you needing to be quenched.

Your lips parted from Philip's for air as he chuckled at your eagerness, fluffy brown hair now matted to his forehead with sweat. Even still, with the way he always gazed at you full of adoration and peace, he looked so beautiful. And now he looked ready.

Raising your legs above his waist, the sheets slipped off the bed as he stood on his knees and bent over you, and instinctively your arms wrapped around his strong smooth back.

"I-I love you," he said in soft whispers, positioning himself to safety enter his length into your body.

You moaned out as he rubbed himself painfully slow upon your entrance, heating your body to a fiery trembling mess. "Oh I love you as well, please, Philip!"

At that cry, he pushed himself into you, slow and pausing to allow you to relax around him before repeating this until he was entirely inside you. Long and thickening as moments go by, he hadn't moved until you did, his eyes shut and breathing heavy like you. His desire for you is as potent as yours for him.

He began moving with purpose, while you cried out in happiness, his swollen pink lips muttered your name over and over as he kept filling you again and again. 

Keeping you so full of him as you did in his heart, unforgettable and forever there.

Pure blinding bliss as his strong body and yours fit together, moved as one slow and soft before it didn't feel enough. You grew breathless and so he as thrusts after powerful thrusts drove deep into you, and in return you focused on clenching down on him, his hot member fulfilling your every bubbling needs and you welcoming every drop of love within. 

He gasped into your neck, sucking hard and biting the skin to attempt quieting his peeking moans. "Oh perfect, (Name), how are you such a perfect dream come true." 

You thought the same for him but you swallowed, voice too worn out from letting out all those noises in the course of making love.  

Slowly, with feather-like touch, Philip pulled away from your arms reluctantly then collapsed beside you on the bed. Exhaustion wearing both you and him but when you look over at him, he mustered the energy to give you a tired dashing smile as you still felt him throbbing within you.

You smiled lovingly back.

Gentle breathing amidst the songs of morning. Neither of you wishing to be apart, entangled legs and bodies joined together in loving bliss, laying there warm underneath the beaming sun.

 It was also last time the loud chirping of birds disturbed you for the day as they quietly flew out of the window, leaving you and Philip slipping off to dreams in each other's comfort and true love's embrace. 

THE END~

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'Love goes by harps; Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.' - Shakespeare.

🎨 ART BY: Jose_arrt (youtube)

Words: 3750 Warnings/Triggers: Spoiler friendly to the show, Wednesday is creepier and a soft yandere. Source: Wednesday (2022 Netflix)

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•NEVERMORE ACADEMY•

"Just because Nevermore's a school for outcasts doesn't mean we got to dress like one," snorted a fellow social cliche member.

Your group sounded in agreement whereas you zipped up, blood rushing to your cheeks, turning around fast to catch a glimpse of who they were talking about.

The new boy. Him.

His skin corpse-pale, a daunting unchanging expression like the permanent state of a withered tree, dressed in a sophisticated all black attire. Wednesday Addams, the outcast of outcasts, befitting all qualities that made of him.

A boy full of woe who, always seemed to be unblinking his obsidian eyes, would glance over at you (an amount of times far exceeding what would be a 'coincidence' but that's what you were hoping to believe) during strolls around Nevermore's campus.

Ah- He turned away from you, his attention shifted to his side where a well-known bubbly blonde werewolf took place, Enid. They started talking, one louder than the other, Wednesday's unanimated face seemed unamused at the cheery flurry of expressions on Enid's. They were a contrasting duo but a match for sure, though you couldn't help feeling disappointed at the short eye-contact you had with him.

Why couldn't he just look at you a few more times with his killer gaze, oh right– you were in the middle of a group. . .

Can't be helped then, you sighed to yourself amidst your friends' laughter and peevish jokes, returning to previous conversations with them again.

Unbeknownst to you, from afar, Wednesday flickered his dark eyes towards your smiling figure among others, all the while listening to Enid's cheerful attempts at convincing him to spend more time together.

"Hellooo, Wednesday?" Enid waved a hand speedily Infront of his face, "did your mind wander off somewhere–"

"–I'm thinking of how much force it takes to poke an eye out." Wednesday curtly says, his head turned slightly towards a particular group. Enid worriedly asked, "you mean it in a friendly way, right?" "Depends."

Silence ensued between the two until Enid noticed Wednesday's unceasing stare at. . . You. "Oooooh were you looking for someone? Wednesday–"

"I don't recall ever doing that," Wednesday instantly shut Enid's teasing tone down, "let's keep moving." Unaware of the playful side-eye Enid was giving him, Wednesday continued his walk forwards. Sometimes Enid can't help but think Wednesday Addams needed some time to understand his own hidden emotions before they take control.

. . . It took weeks of the back and forth staring between you and him, until one day Wednesday surprised you out of the shadows, confronting you after you had abandoned your side of the staring game.

Who wouldn't give up if they were in your place, after hearing so many unflattering rumours about Wednesday- you stopped trying to even befriend him. There was no way you were compatible with him considering his stoic nature. . . That was what you had thought until you were facing him in the almost empty hallway.

"W- Wednesday Addams," you greeted in a shaky voice, body frozen. Heart booming threateningly against your ribs and pushing up your throat to spill out all your feelings for him. But it's too soon.

"(Name)," he said his usual graceful deadpan. Wait how did he even know your name, does this mean he noticed you- Oh right, you were in the same classes as him. . .

Your fleeting hopes were revived when he spoke up again, this time much more tensed like he was being interrogated by you and had no choice but to speak. Even though you were silent and quaking in your boots at just a heart racing glance of his lifeless- good looking face.

"I enjoyed being disliked by people. . ." He stepped a foot closer to yours, "naturally, it's what I'm accustomed to. I welcome it even."

Oh my god, he was getting closer, you could almost see the emotion (though it could've been in your imagination) sparkling in his pupil-less black eyes, the slightly messy yet perfectly neat formation of his stiff yet soft-looking hair.

He paused for a moment to intimidatingly scan your face for any twitches of emotion (at least that was your assumption). "–But the thought of you joining the others in avoiding me, I found that to be distinctly displeasing."

Wait what– You weren't exactly paying alot of attention to his words but the cadence of his voice you've barely gotten to hear much. What was he trying to say? But you didn't want to look dumb so you just hummed acknowledging.

You swallowed down the incoming compliments worming their way up your throat and squeaked out a, "I-I see."

Wednesday continued standing Infront of you, waiting? No that's not possible. . . Could he be waiting for you to say something else? Did he have a problem with you? You hoped not.

Ah you smacked all those other thoughts out before smiling nervously. His eyes narrowed menacingly at your smile but you found this new expression to be cute.

"T-that's good to know," you bit down on the nerve-wracking stutters from embarrassing you Infront of him. Of course you've noticed how slightly annoyed he would look when people expressed their likeness for him so that's why you never made the first move. Ever. Even when you wanted to. .

Wednesday tilted his head, the smallest movement under his brow covered bangs, "Is it?"

Wait, was he asking a rhetorical question⁉️ Ah, you can't think of anything else to say anymore with that stubbornly shivering heart of yours in his presence.

Enthusiastically you nodded, reassuring him without a clue in your head about what he was trying to say. . . Wait.

Holy, wow, was this a love confession? You stared dreamily into his wide eyes, maybe, just maybe, this whole interaction is a prank (as unlikely as it sounds coming from an Addams) even if your heart was shuddering a mile a minute. Hoping for something to happen.

"I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, looking perplexed by his own words which made you confused. Then why did he go out of his way to talk to you? (Oh no, don't you dare get your hopes up again.)

"It's al-alright, Wednesda- day." You hoped he wouldn't mind you saying his name casually, "I um, need to go back to my dorm. . ." Ugh, that wasn't what you were planning to say. . . So lame.

"Go on," he nodded and retracted his step, giving you more space to freely move. Still your heart won't calm down but thankfully you had more space to take in a full breath.

Just as you were about to bid him farewell, he turned his body towards the direction of your dormitory. "After you, (Name)."

He seemed to want escort you back to your room, how gentlemanly. You never expected to have the chance to interact with him this much.

"Mmhmm," was all you could muster up when you started walking. Slowly, alongside Wednesday's curt strides.

A flutter kickstarted your heart once again into beating fast as you side glanced him, expressionless yet calm. Maybe he likes you but even if he didn't, you found his company to nicer than anyone else's.

After accompanying you to your room and you waving an essatic goodbye at him. Wednesday Addams that night was left very peculiarly somber, lying on his back and for once- enduring the excited chatter of his roommate without interrupting him.

He didn't think it natural to have thoughts of you in his head. Maybe it was a vision. But his brain told him a vision only appears once yet your face and voice was drawn in clear memory and repeated in his mind like a torturous echo.

How unusual. And not the good kind. He had barely slept that night and concluded it was entirely your fault. And you should be held responsible for disturbing him even when you did nothing but exist.

•THE SECOND ENCOUNTER• Was he always socially awkward? If so, you hadn't noticed it even after staring at him numerous times from a distance. Now that he was Infront of you, facing you directly with elegant poise, your brain froze all it's functions again.

Dot. Dot. What a pleasant silence.

"Is staring all you're capable of?" He finally said, his flat voice devoid of any emotion sounded like music to your ears. Though it could've been your imagination, he didn't seem as tense with you as the first time you met him.

Maybe you were growing on him? That thought made you smile at ease and brought his gaze for a split second down to your lips like he was observing something fascinating or strange.

"What else can I do other than st- stare?" You took this as an opportunity to be playful, hopefully this will make him see you as a friend.

Wednesday then blinked- wait did he just blink? You hardly noticed the smallest shutter of his eyes and the tiniest lift in his lip corners when he looked somewhere else for a second. "Have you seen this before? It's called a mouth," he flickered his eyes at yours as if to make a point. A very interesting, lingering point.

"Thanks for the reminder, We- Wednesday." You smiled, enjoying the mildly friendly banter with him that's becoming a usual routine. Progress is still progress regardless!

"No need to thank me for what's obvious." He stated, a handsome calmness in his blank face. He's right.

Some students walked by the two of you while others shoved their way through and accidentally pushed Wednesday into you. His hard chest bumped against yours for a moment while you stood there dumbfounded, barely hearing the person's apology when warmth was spreading across your skin. Wow.

"I-I uh think I should get going. . ." Flustered, you averted looking directly at him, conscious of his now widened stare.

Not a word left his slightly parted lips when you quickly moved away and ran off towards your dorm, heart pittering wildly inside you. His large eyes unceasing to follow your form until you disappeared into the halls, as if something possessed him in that nick of time.

Wednesday was then forced to acknowledge for once in his life, emotions were even complicated than they seemed. As you had a strange effect on him and he was no longer certain if that was a bad thing.

Maybe his roommate might have the answer? . . If he could only catch him for a moment.

•LAST FATAL ENCOUNTER • Only fools would deny the existence of their own emotions even when oblivious to revealing them. Wednesday was no fool, further from it actually. Until meeting you, that is.

Never had he felt more foolish in the entirety of his life than to walk away from you– Well, the place where you and him had talked before you'd usually depart in flustering steps like a slippery squid.

An adorable squid.

A happy shriek erupted from his side, at the other side of the half-light half-dark shared bedroom. "I'm so super excited!!! Me and Ajex are going out on a picnic date!! We are celebrating our three weeks anniversary!! Wish me luck guys!"

"Good for you." Wednesday nods slightly while Thing high fives Enid mid air.

"Aw Thanks Thing! Wednesday- do you have any plans for today?" Enid asked, dusting himself off.

"None whatsoever, except for maybe deciphering some poetry left behind by–"

"Oh my gosh! Ajex just texted me!! I got to run, see you later Wednesday! Thing!" The door slammed after Enid's hyperexcitment and never made a sound again in the brooding silence.

Right. There was nothing else to do on a Saturday when all the mysteries so far in Nevermore academy have been solved or have cold trails. Nothing could ever bore Wednesday, or so he thinks, so he set off to continue working his poetry while Thing disappeared somewhere for their lotion reapplication or beautification something. . .

Everybody else had gone on their own adventures and Wednesday expected nothing more to happen. . .

So imagine his blank surprise (and supreme shock) when around midnight, you showed up at his dorm room, oddly overwhelming his peripheral and senses just by standing warmly and close. Yet somehow he allowed you inside fast after you just barely greeted him since. . . None of you wanted to get in trouble.

"Why are you here," he asked as you tried to maneuver around him and the closed door before he boxed you into the corner.

Forcing you to lift your head to meet his very close dark eyes peering into your soul. Like they can see everything. In that moment you froze, not knowing how to act around him when there was enough distance between his body and yours to feel his warmth.

There was a tension that never went away and was growing by the second as his proximity to yours lost itself in your mind. "I just wanted to see y-you," you stammered out softly, admiring his casual clothes, all-black of course.

"Is that all?" Wait, was he expecting to hear something else?

All you could hear in your ears was the rapid beating of your heart and the small movement of Wednesday's purplish lips. Oh shoot he said something and you didn't pay attention!!!

Dazed, you nervously smiled at him and pretended like you heard him. Maybe he asked how your day went? But you swear you saw the word 'love' for a second. There's no way he confessed his love to you so what did he ask?!

You went silent, too shy to ask him to repeat himself.

He cracked a bit of a smile that left you breathless as you admired it. "You won't be leaving until you give me a concise answer."

"T-To what?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Until then, you are stuck here, (Name)." True to his words, even when you tried to sneakily twist the doorknob behind you– you found it absolutely stubborn to turn. As if somebody on the other side was holding the door tightly with their life or. . . It just happened to be broken.

"Uh, yes?"

"(Name), are you certain that's your answer?" He said lowly, his voice deepening along every word.

"Y-yes!" Truthfully you had no idea what the heck were you even saying yes to but it was even more dangerous if Wednesday was serious about keeping you here in his dorm room.

The thrill of this secretive meeting excited you but the threat of detention and worse, expulsion, loomed over you the longer you stayed with him.

"Good answer." He seemed to be in a better (you think) mood- "Any other word out of your mouth would've cost you an arm and a leg, (Name)."

Awkwardly you laughed, already used to Wednesday's endearing yet morbid choice of speech but something about this time in your gut dropped like it was warning you to start escaping. From him.

He can't be serious, right. . .

"I wouldn't want to trouble you, Wednesday," you lightly played along. Your heart thumping louder and bare for him to hear if he ever chose to draw near and dissect all the emotions you felt for him.

"You couldn't trouble me even if you tried."

"Um- Wednesday," you pressed yourself against the door and stared up into his almost soulless eyes, "what would actually happen, if, hypothetically speaking, I said no?" Hopefully in this roundabout way you can find out what question he asked you.

"I would have tied and locked you in this room for the rest of the remaining semesters, then relocate you to a remote island where there's no internet access and no possibility of contacting any person except for me." He stepped even closer, "you'll be driven insane until you'd have only one person to depend on, for all your needs including mental and emotional. Me."

You could only breathe in short puffs at this point. Because somewhere along the dangerous lines he spoke, your legs began shivering like you were in a snow-storm yet the only cold thing around you was. . . Him.

"O-okay." A weak response. Your brain stopped functioning a while ago after memorizing every curve of his handsome pale face.

And. . . The more you stared at him, the closer his eyes seem to get. . . There were specks of brown in those eyes, like pieces of stone decorating his pupil in a. . . Soft. You felt something soft press against your lips and closed your eyes, succumbing to Wednesday's wicked plans.

You were doomed the moment you decided it was a good idea to go to his room. Nothing good ever came with a midnight sneaking, maybe except for this kiss. . . .

These little interactions never ceased to bore him for some odd reason. But he was certain now that you were definitely the reason.

Every morning and night, he found himself thinking of you regardless of whatever he was in the middle of doing. An inconvenience you'd have to have responsibility for, and oh he'd made sure, for a long long time you would pay the price unbeknownst to you.

You don't know how but in that same year you met Wednesday, you ended up engaged and married on the spot near the town's abandoned cemetery after misunderstanding his sudden asking for your help. Turns out, you were the fool this whole time for trusting him.

Now you were an Addams with no way back, wearing a white gold ring that seemed to tighten every time you strayed away from his side.

FNaF SB x NonBi!Animatronic!Blacklight!Drummer! reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Authors note!: I would like to advise that this will only be updated on the weekends and breaks because I have school and such but here is the next chapter!

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'System activating... Welcome back (Y/N)!'

'Safe Mode'

Your gears grind and wires tighten, vision coming back to you in fluttering blinks, a hiss erupted from your stomach, hatch opening to reveal your internal machinery. A voiced hummed lowly clicked their pen as your heavy eyelids are forced open, stomach hissing with a clank as it shut with ease.

"Ah, you have awoken! Welcome back!" A monotone voice boomed, ears coiling back at the sudden loudness as the pitch bounced off of the walls, surrounding you like a quilted blanket. "You are going to be put on reduced power for a while, so we know how your body will accept the programing correctly." The voice came again a bit cheerier than the last time he spoke.

Blinking back blurry eyes, your head lifted. "Reduced power?" Before you stood a man, clipboard in hand, pen clicking post-haste. Swiping a thick lock of charcoal colored hair from his eyes, tucking it haphazardly behind a clefted ear. It was quite complicated to see his body due to the illy pigmented handler suit that he sported, the shoulders loose fitting but wrist bands held snug to his skin as if to shield himself from some unknown disease. "Yep! You will need a charge every hour, the technicians said it was a safety precaution so that they or we- know how well your system accepts the new programing and if there is any faulty coding!"

"Who are you? W-what happened after the coding?" You groaned with a pained snarl, brows furrowed weakly, lifting a pigmented paw to your head you glanced down at the man that stood not many inches shorter than yourself.

He grinned, smile beaming as his hands waved energetically. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I am Lukas your assigned handler!" He chirped gleefully. Your head tilted a brow lifted at the sudden news. "Oh, and about your question! The technicians had to shut your engines down for a few days so you could compute the new coding! It's been a few days but now you're up and ready to go!" He stated zestfully. You nodded leisurely with a hum before your mouth opened to speak. "-it's kinda weird you have only been here for a few days and already got shut down for new coding! Well, that should be expected from your advanced technology and AI of course! The company wants you to be of extreme entertainment!" Lukas boasted with a song under his tone.

Your mind began to wonder as the man- or your 'handler' continues to drag on with his one-sided conversation.

Vibrant (E/C) hues raking the unusual landscape before your hands folded formally behind your back. It was bright, strips of electrifying colors lined the creases along the seams between the ceiling and the wall, paint crips and fresh, visually still wet but physically sooth and dry like a sheet of waxed paper. Along the walls stood a wide array of instruments that stretched from childish plastic guitars etched with unique designs, to large drums with abnormally big drumsticks and bass pedals.

Your padded feet brushed gingerly along the carpeted flooring, stifling the loud thud of your weight. The fabric was short but satisfyingly soft, almost like the plush fur that covered your metal exterior. Head lifting you observed the oddly uniquely designed ceiling. Painted on the ceiling was a portrait Montgomery ripping away on his bass guitar, star rimmed glasses tilted down the crease of his snout. Freddy performing stunts, mic held in hand with a cheery, bubbly grin across his bright features, Chica tearing notes from the copper cords that strung along her beaming hot pink and vicious blueberry colored guitar. On her right the infamous Wolf's head was thrown back in triumph as she curdled the cords of her Keytar a musical note tearing from her throat. Then on the left beside the large gator was an animal. Ears perked as their hands clutched a pair of vibrant stick, prepared to blow the cheering audience away with a single flick of their wrists and downfall of their arms.

The painting encased the ceiling in a scene forever stopped in time, a memory you can replay relentlessly when days are slow.

"Pretty cool huh?" Lukas chirped, snapping you from your dazed gaze your head turned, eyes unmoving as you observed the elegant strokes of the paintbrush's. You hummed nonchalantly in reply. "Is this the entertainment room of mine that I have been hearing oh so much about?" You puzzled no such expression on your nonexistent tongue. Intaking a breath Lukas hummed daintily. "Ahh~ the sweet-sweet smell of drying paint, and yes, this is your Entertainment room! (Y/N)'S BOOM ROOM!" He pronounced turning his back to you before pointing a callused thumb to his shoulders.

There engraved? onto his jumper was your signature and Entertainment room name shown in vibrant sewn words, a cheaply ironed thin photo of you with your thumb sprung up and grinning features melted into the fabric, just below your portrait read '(Y/N) HANDLER'

A chuffed 'huh' left your throat before strutting towards the male, now that you had actually looked at the man your head tilted slightly, he was quite a bit smaller than you were, his somewhat malnourished figure was abnormal for you compared to most children and adults who were quite plump. Yes, you have seen some lean people, but he was on another level. The stubble under his chin faint but noticeable from up close, thick but ragged sideburns hugging the shape of his slightly sunken in cheeks, he looked almost skeletal.

Lukas visibly slunk from your towering figure, usually enthusiastic behavior fading into sour anxiety. "C-can you not stare please?" He spoke meekly, eyes snapping to the plush carpeting beneath his booted feet. Your figure straightened, despite the urge to observing him more you did as he asked a regretful look on your metaled features. "I- heh, sorry this is really the first time I've seen a person this close before. I wasn't trying to cause you harm." You spoke anxiously the lie in your voice not as evident as you had figured.

Lukas glanced up at your towering figure. "N-NO! I would never think you would hurt me! I-I just- people usually pick and poke fun at me due to my height and well, weight." he squeaked with a strained voice. You shook your head a denying hum escaping your voice box.

"No, I would never." You stated bluntly a hand waving frantically, anxiety tugging at your wires. Lukas noticed the panic in your (E/C) hues as regret lace his own. The two of you exchanged apologies before being trapped in a very uncomfortable silence to which you had left the room after a hot minute.

Neon lights glared down at your form as you made your way through the main lobby.

The building was silent, sun setting just behind the horizon painting the sky above in smooth warm pigments, almost like a canvas. Your feet slowed to a stop at the glass doors, the colors were hypnotizing, almost enticing you to push a padded palm to its surface, you could mentally hear the cry of the door's hinges crying out in obedience, you could almost feel the cool summer kissing your plush fur, invisible arms embracing you-

"(Y/N)!" You were startled from your trance, (E/C) hues still staring at the open door before you, darkly pigmented palm plush against the clear surface. Just as you expected, the warm breeze groped your figure like a pair of delicate hands admiring your figure.

The outside smelt fresh unlike the thick smell of burnt oil and melted cheese, a delicate scent of daisies embedding itself into your programing like a hot branding. You wanted to go outside, for just a single moment, let the wind take you places you may never see.

You were tugged back harshly, a large hand gripping your wrist joint tightly. Head snapping back your vibrant orbs met with the lemony citrus ones that stare back at you widely. The glass door hissed to a close, clicking as it locked into place.

Roxanne released your wrist hesitantly with a relived breath hand slapping over her breast plate patting over the metal where her heart would be located, her breath was labored as if she had been running. "W-What are you doing!?" She huffed breathlessly.

Your mouth opened to speak only for it to close again unable to find the words to explain what exactly you were doing. Roxanne's gold hues narrowed at you slightly pointing towards the glass confinements behind you. "We can't go out there!" She stated seeming to catch her breath slightly, straightening up she swept a hand over her tail smoothing the ruffled fur. "Why not?" You puzzled innocently.

Roxanne looked at you firmly straightening her torso that clicked and spurred. "Because the water and stuff that falls from the sky will destroy our body's, we'll rust!" She spoke placing a delicate palm to your shoulder head tilting. There is a better reason but that's a story for a different day." She said solemnly, you nodded slowly stepping away from the clear doors. "But other than that, Freddy wanted us all to meet up during closing time." She directed a finger behind her as if to point to the destination the meeting was going to be.

You nodded with a hum, "thank you for letting me know- I'm not sure I'm going to be there I'm just really tired." You spoke, after almost escaping outside you had suddenly felt extremely tired, well that was enough adrenaline for today, I guess.

"B-But- didn't you just wake up from your coding? I thought you would be charged and ready to go." She said brows furrowing. You rubbed the back of your head, mind snapping back to when Lukas was talking to you. "Yeah, I was put on reduced power."

"For what?" She questioned face contorting into genuine confusion. Your shoulders lifted before falling heavily. "I guess it's to see if my systems accept the coding completely or if there is any 'faulty' coding. Thats what Lukas told me." You replied placing a hand over your chest as if to signal where the disc was located.

Roxanne nodded widely, lime-colored bangs sweeping over her shout gingerly, not asking any further questions. "Well, you go and charge, so you don't shut down on us, the kids missed you enough already so don't want to keep your little fans waiting. It's not like they won't make me their new favorite!" She said sarcastically, whipping her hair around dramatically gaining a hearty chuckle from you, to which she joined with a warm smile. "Well, I'm going to go charge-n BUT! Stay away from my kiddo's or I might have to beat you at your race way!" You chuckled playfully gaining a wink from the wolf before vocally shooting two fingers' guns, "I can't promise anything, but I'll talk to you later" She chuckled jogging through the passing doors and up the escalader.

Watching as the grey wolf slid from your vision and around the corner the smile on your face wavered as you glanced back towards the clear doors that separated you from the outside. The sun had set, only a few yellow rays streaked across the sky followed by the few stars that littered as much of the sky as you could see.

With a heavy sigh you strolled to your room.

Maybe one day you could run through the grass and embrace the wind back.

FNaF SB x NonBi!Animatronic!Blacklight!Drummer! reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Warnings: Swearing,

Pronouns: They/ Them

Mainly Mentioned: Reader,

Violet Codes

"Sounds like you and Monty have gotten closer!" An arm is thrown over your shoulders causing a yelp to escape your lips at the sudden weight. Glancing up at the white chicken you gave a soft grin before nodding slightly. "What happened? Because I got yelled at for making a mess in the kitchen that I vividly remember cleaning and the mess in his golf course." She quizzed quirking a thin brow voice laced with an unreadable tone, leaning against your brightly pigmented vanity.

Your eye widened slightly at the mention, ears jerking down slightly as you chuckled nervously, shifting uncomforting in your seat, clinging to the neon pillow that sat on your lap. Mouth opening to speak. "W-Well, I may have made the messes, and I apologize for getting you in trouble Chica, it's just that Montgomery wasn't at the little celebration last night and I felt bad, so I tried bringing him some food last night but it uh- got cold..." You breathed out the last part, vibrant (E/C) orbs shot to the floor, suddenly finding the rather cricked tiles interesting. "And when we talked last night, I brought him back into the kitchen to make more but then I remembered-"

"-He likes it cold" Chica broke in with a knowing nod, the tuffs of feathers atop of her head waving smoothly at the action. "Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't drag you out of his Golf course, that's what he did to Freddy." She chuckled pushing herself from the place she stood her fuchsia hues admired the vibrant room she stood in, beak slightly agape. This being her first time in your room she still could not get over how different it looked compared to the others. "This place is amazing, it's so...-"

"-Bright, I know, it's been giving my programing problems. I wish I knew how to turn the damned black lights off. It's starting to irritate me." You hissed with a strained voice raising a finger to massage your temple with a padded palm, careful not to accidentally chip the paint or even scuff your plush obsidian colored fur. Chica nodded again with a light hum, "Oh, (Y/N)" Chica turned her head to glance at your seated form, pillow now resting behind your head as you observed the ceiling above. Unlike the rest of the room was red with support beams.

Seems like they hadn't finished when I arrived. You dialoged mentally as you reluctantly glanced toward the female standing next to the brightly colored instruments. Chica lifted a gloved finger in thought, seeming to have forgotten what she was about to say. After a moment of silence and groan from the chicken her fingers snapped, cherry hues perking as she nodded to herself leaving you questioning and slightly concerned. "Officer Vanessa wanted to see you before the show today! She said it was something about your entertainment room!"

"Entertainment room?" You questioned lips pulled into a thick line showing that you were clearly clueless as to what she was getting at. Chica nodded with a bubbly giggle. "Yes silly, we all have entertainment rooms! like..." She paused resting her head in her palm before again perking. "Monty has Monty Golf, Freddy has Fazer Blast! And Bonnie has Bonnie bow-" She stopped last word extending on her tongue, cursing mentally she glanced away from your figure as if embarrassed, eyes laced with a familiar emotion.

Resentment.

Irritation sparked through your wires at this realization, why did they have to look at you like that when that character was mentioned? Yes, you knew that Bonnie was once a big part of the band, but it wasn't your fault that he was decommissioned and thrown away. You weren't even thought of when he was scrapped.

A huff left your snout at her wavering gaze before pushing yourself from your spot, no longer finding comfort in the suddenly stiff cushioning. Your gears let out a stiff audible cry in protest as you stood causing the girl to look back at you with apologetic eyes, without a glance you strode towards the door, the ear-piercing sound no longer as noticeable. With a dismissing wave the door opened obediently as you spoke. "Well, I'm going to go and see what she needs, If I'm going to be performing today then I better get going huh?" You spoke blandly stepping out of the room, door slamming closed behind you are leaving the band member behind in silence.

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"Your leg joints are still a bit tight, so I'm going to have to loosen them." placing the tablet on the desk she turned her head, bonded hair pulled tight into a ponytail, bangs slicked back, a few strands tickling the base of her forehead. Vanessa directed a hand towards the protective cylinder. "You will need to step in here so I can loosen them up, your tablet also says that you need your ear springs adjusted too." She stated with a huff as you trudged stiffly into the cylinder, propping yourself onto the padded stretcher like furniture.

It took a few moments for the blond to enter the cylinder due to typing away at the computer and gathering the things she would need.

It was odd, feeling the joints loosen, and the wires being shifted around so she could reach access to the places needed adjusting. It didn't take as long, that was till she made her way to the ear springs.

Vanessa's lips were pulled into a displeased frown as she tried to reach her lean fingers into the tight space, moving your ear's out of the way before crossing her arms, a low growl leaving her throat. You quirked a brow at the human beside you before your eyes focused on the object in her hand, twirling around her fingers.

A violet disc, spun around her fingers swiftly, giving you only a few moments to catch a glance at the unique design engraved into the plastic covering. The words were scrapped messily on the plastic surface making it almost unreadable and incomprehensible, opening your mouth to speak you hummed.

"What may that be Officer Vanessa?" You puzzled; voice laced with a somewhat unreadable tone. She perked at the sound of your voice breaking her train of thought, she turns the disc around reading the rough surface with a shrug. "It's supposed to be a disc with the new songs you will be playing in your entertainment room for the kids. I can't find your damned import." She grumbled in what seemed to be defeat. You perked at this leaning forwards slightly. There in the little of your back was a port.

"You could have just asked; I know that I am a new piece of equipment and not built like the rest of my band mates." You paused, feeling the warmth of her palm run down your spine, and the said disc slide into its place. You groaned at the searing pain that shot from your wires, surrounding every joint painstakingly. Vanessa glanced at your pained expression with a furrowed brow. "Sorry (Y/N), It's gonna hurt for a bit, your body is trying to read the programing and such. I'll leave you here for a bit, I don't think you should perform today so that you don't play the wrong song." She chuckled dryly turning away from your laying figure. Exiting the cylinder, she nodded to herself leaving you to comprehend the new programing.

Sorry for the short chapter I have been quite tired and lazy lol,

A/U: UNEDITED

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

Warnings: Swearing (Foul language), threatening, Mentions of Bonnie,

Pronouns: They/Them

Mainly mentioned: Reader, Montgomery Gator

Summary: After a long day of photos and handing out signatures, a growing migraine began to manifest, having had enough company for today you decide to wounder around the Plex, finding yourself at a certain abnormally dark room.

A/N: This one is kinda lengthy, but I enjoyed writing this lol.

Word count: 3550

Old wounds and new scars

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An exasperated groan rattled your vocal wires, slumping onto the neon furniture, gears spurring in exhaustion. It had been a long day, a VERY long day. your wrist gave an auditable pop as it rolled, releasing pleasure from under the joint.

The green room door flung open with a clunk as a familiar figure stepped inside.

With a bow of your head Vanessa pulled your operation tablet from her belt. With a hefty chuckle her sapphire orbs directed to your slouched form (E/C) orbs directed to your brightly colored feet. "Looks like you had rough day, huh?" She mumbled, you nodded with an autotuned hearty chuckle. "Yeah, but it was worth it! I got to meet so many cool people, but a small handful were just God awful." You snickered, head lifting from your slouched position with a snarky eyeroll.

"Well, your system looks fine, your tablet says your joints are a bit stiff but keep moving around and you should be good by tomorrow. Closing time is at eleven thirty, so be sure to get here before then so you're not getting locked out of your room." The blond lectured waving a finger as if to make her point more meaningful. You nodded with a lazy salute. "Yes ma'am" turning on her heel she strode towards the door, swiping her card as she did.

Silance filled your room as the door closed with a loud click. Leaning back against the soft furniture your eyes scanned, observing the vibrant colors scattered around the Neon themed room.

Wallpaper black with brightly colored shapes, littered with a bubbly drawing of face that would glow when your black lights would switch on. In the left corner near the unnaturally bright yellow and blue vanity sat a large neon drum set.

God was all of these bright colors giving you a migraine. Clutching your eyes shut you pressed a padded finger to where your temple would be located, a failed attempt to sooth the ever-growing headache?

With a huff you clapped your hands together before pushing yourself from the once again vibrant furniture. Rolling your eyes slightly you headed toward the metal sliding door that opened immediately, seeming to catch you off guard.

Vanessa had to use a card so why didn't you?

With a shake of your head, your legs trudged forwards tiredly, foot pads aching at the action. brushing the feeling away you strode through the main hall, observing the bits and pieces encased in thick glass.

must be a sort of museum, what an odd place to build a place for children.

you dialogued mentally, (E/C) Hues again raking over the wide hall. Quirking a brow, you noticed the other four rooms, curtains drawn and lights off.

"Huh," you chuffed before mumbling "must be shut down for the night." Arms folded in front of you slightly you made your way towards the main lobby.

This place was way bigger, and I mean WAY bigger than what you expected it to be, for God's sake there was a golden twenty-foot Freddy Fazbear statue inside!

Brows furrowing your mind grew blank.

"How the Hell did I not see that?" You gaped, head leaning back to properly look at the giant statue before you.

"(Y/N)! There you are!" Your brightly pigmented ears perked at the squeaky, hyper feminine tone. Chica jogged down the stairs above that you had yet again not noticed. The white chicken bounced as she walked. "You seem impossibly happier, what's the occasion." You hummed brow perking slightly as you asked. She chuckled excitedly beak spreading into a wide grin as she spoke. "Well, me and the others were waiting for you! I made some pizza to celebrate your first official and successful performance!" Your gears fluttered at her words, before you could speak a gloved hand gripped the join to your wrist, tugging you away from the lobby and up the escalader stairs with a yelp.

You giggled slightly stumbling behind the taller female who had pretty much dragged you from your peaceful stroll.

"Calm down Chica! Your gonna dislocate my join you keep pulling on me like that!" You snickered breathlessly. The said female spit raspberries, waving a dismissing hand in your direction. "PSH, your over exaggerating!" She squeaked, sliding doors opening loudly with a clang. Skidding to a stop you struggled, padded feet skidding, and sliding from lack of friction. Within seconds you had crashed into your female friend.

Jolting forward Chica giggled. "I AM SO SORRY" You cried. "You're alright, the floors were waxed before everyone left- but! We are here!" (E/C) orbs directing to where she had been leading you to, was a large table, Black cloth draped over its surface. Atop the cloth was a bright combination of neon paper plates and silverware. The air smelled of cumin and oily pizza.

Again, your gears throbbed at the sight before you. "I- Chica, you didn't have too." the said white chicken placed a finger to your (snout/lips) with a hush. "I'm not the only one who thought of this! Come on out guys!" As those words rolled from her tongue a nearby door was thrown open with a clank. Head snapping to the sound a bellowing laugh left your throat.

Infront of you stood Roxanne and Freddy Fazbear littered in cooking ingredients, flour, cinnamon, and yep Cumin. Your laughter bellowed through the small party room. Clutching the base of your stomach you cried out.

The others joining your humored harmony. Swiping a fake tear from your cheek you stuttered. "Y-You didn't- oh my lord- you didn't have to do this, you all have already made me feel so welcomed but this, isn't this a bit much?" You breathed.

Freddy chuckled anxiously, rubbing the back of his head. "Now that you say something, yeah it may be, but we wanted to celebrate! Today you did absolutely amazing on stage despite how visibly uncomfortable and nervous you were, you pulled through and gave the audience a perfect performance!" He spoke boldly as Roxanne rushed from the kitchen, pizza pan in hand. The intoxicating smell of pizza again wafting in your nostrils, if you had a tongue your mouth would be watering.

clearing his throat Freddy began once again. "So, we wanted to happily and properly welcome you to our own little family!"

Placing the smoldering pan of greasy rations onto the clothed table Roxanne grinned cheekily. "Welcome home (Y/N)" she spoke boldly, almost meeting Freddys fatherly aura. "What'cha watin' for? Dig in!"

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The warm sound of laughter and conversation clung to your ears. Comforting atmosphere wrapping around your smaller figure like a secure quilt.

Freddy gave a cheeky grin as he dished out the cuisine, placing a piece of pizza onto the plate in front of you. Nodding toward the bear in appreciation you lifted the slice to your (Snout/beak/lips).

Even without a tongue the exquisite flavors danced around your mouth like a memorable tango.

Inhaling a breath, you looked up from the half-eaten plate of Pizza, eyes skimming over the animatronics that sat near you.

It amazed you, just a week ago you had arrived, an anxious, and stuttering mess. Too nervous to even step in their line of view or make the smallest peep in fear of being judged. But you were welcomed with open arms! Well- most of them welcomed you with open arms.

With furrowed brows your hazel hues again raked over the few animatronics.

Ones missing...

from across the table, you spotted a single neon green plate, untouched and unserved.

Montgomery.

He was the missing piece.

suddenly the happy mood you were in turned sour.

How could you forget about Montgomery? He was a part of the band too.

hesitantly Standing from your seat you chuckled, playing into the comforting atmosphere. Strolling towards the empty chair you picked up the plate, sliding it swiftly under your own successfully hiding the paper dish. Making your way towards the kitchen doors you patted a heavy hand on Freddy's shoulder. "I'm going to go and get a few more pieces of Pizza then go for a walk, I haven't been able to check the place out entirely yet. I'll be back by the time our rooms lock."

Freddy nodded swallowing the mouthful he had eaten. "Alright, don't take too long kid, you need to recharge for tomorrow's performance." He lectured as you trotted towards the kitchen doors that opened with a clink.

The strong scent of Pizza hit you like a truck as the hot air nipped at your nose and thin mettle of your ear. With scanning eyes, you spotted a freshly pulled pizza, steam still rolling from its surface, glancing around your shoulder you saw no one.

Sliding the green plate from under your own you placed a decent serving on both plates you again raked the room, seeing if anyone had seen you.

Quickly and efficiently your stomach hatched snapped open with a hiss, sliding the plate of pizza into your hatch it snapped back closed with another hiss.

"What are you doing? There is a cooler pizza right here you know?" The familiar voice of Roxanne made you jolt, head snapping to the girl.

You hadn't even heard the door open.

You hummed in reply with a nod. "Yeah, I'm aware, but it so damn good when its till hot." You beamed with a squeal. Roxanne snickered at your words slightly before turning towards the door once again. "See ya later (N/N), don't get lost!" She snickered, again leaving you alone in the room.

You heaved a sigh placing a padded hand on your chest plate, where your heart would be located. The gears spurred and grinded spastically at the scare.

With a shake of your head, you headed towards the door's kitty corner to the party rooms, opening with a pss.

As the door shut with a loud clank you began to stroll around the Plex. Neon lights glared down at you harshly with judging pigments that complimented yours quite nicely.

Unlike last time you were not wondering mindlessly hoping to stumble upon something that would perk your interest, but you were an animatronic on a mission.

With heavy footsteps your eyes scanned the walls, every so often you would poke your head into the party rooms, each room with specific themes for each animatronic. (E/C) raked the surrounding areas reading each glowing sign, as you searched for the oversized Gator.

as time passed you finally came to the conclusion.

You were lost.

You had stopped reading the signs after about ten minutes of running around, careful not to spill Montgomery's pizza inside of your stomach hatch. Getting tired of lugging your plate of food around you eventually dumped it into the mascot themed trash cans before continuing your adventure.

Every so often you would catch sight of the small CAUTION robots, you admired the small ears that poked from the top of your head obviously, the signature Freddy Fazbear ears but excluding the earing and the small wiggle they did when he would express happiness.

You sighed heavily, slouching slightly, still cautious as to not spill the food inside of your stomach cavity. With an anxious pause your glowing hues scanned the rather exotic landscape.

Large plastic palm trees littered the edges, riding the walls, rubber leaves reflecting the green and purple lights that illuminated most of the said room.

The sound of running water and growling monsters made your wires tense anxiously.

"Why are you in here? Shouldn't you be with the others?" A deep raspy voice growled threateningly.

You jolted, coiling at the sudden voice.

Montgomery

How many times were you going to be scared today?

With trembling hands, you rubbed the back of your head. "W-Well.. The others were throwing a party. I-I noticed you weren't present and uh-"

"Came to find me? Heh, aren't you so kind." You froze as he mocked your pity with narrowed eyes, clearly amused with your vague explanation. Montgomery stepped out of his hiding spot from behind a cluster of palm trees, leaning against the tree's base he tilted his star glasses to get a good look at your tense figure. Ruby orbs scanning your figure with a quirked brow. "You never answered my question, why are you here?" He spoke again this time more bluntly voice harsh but strong. Snapping from your frozen state your eyes shot around at a frantic attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Well- erm-" You paused lifting an index finger nervously. "One moment please!" You breathed out stressfully, turning your back to the gator male.

With a sigh Montgomery crossed his arms. Mouth thinly lined in irritation. He was not in the mood for this. As you turned your back, he heard a faint hiss come from your system as your spine seemed to dislocate. reaching an arm into your stomach cavity it hissed again with a clank.

Turning back around slowly he noticed the green plate in your palm.

"It- uh- kinda got cold on my way here..." You spoke, tone laced with sadness as your (E/C) Hues averted to the floor.

He chuffed scoff, vermilion eyes rolling as he lifted a snarled lip.

"I don't know what you're doin' tryin' ta be all nice to me but I aint gonna be falling for your shenanigans." he growled lowly, a district hiss escaping his throat threateningly. Your ears coiled leaning closer to your skull as your eyes finally collided with his, boring into one another as if to assert some sort of dominance. "What are you trying to say?" You spoke, voice unwavering.

Montgomery bared his razored fangs as he rushed forwards. The once firm gaze the two of you held now fell, your system now overtaken with fright as his fanged mouth came closer to your face.

Instinctively raising your arms in defense, you flinched, green plate falling from your hand as an animalistic roar came from his throat.

Your eyes clenched shut harshly, jaw tense as you expected his jaw to come in contact with your smaller figure.

But nothing came...

"I thought I fucken told ya I didn't want ya in here!" He barked gripping the security bot's head harshly. You shifted, hands falling to your side.

He wasn't going after you...

"I- What?" You mumbled slightly as the bot was shoved from the room by the oversized gator. Your gears grinded as relief coursed through your wires.

The door closed with a scape as Montgomery turned towards your disassociated figure, staring at him mindlessly. The gator quirked a brow, raising a finger to lower his glasses into the bridge of his snout.

"S-so you weren't going after me?" You breathed gaining a hearty chuckle from the green mascot. Montgomery ran a gloved hand through his wine colored mohawk heaving a sigh and the shake of his head. "But- you rushed at me- you said something about shenanigans? -"

"No, I wasn't going after you, I was talking to the fuckin bot- they are always scouting shit." Montgomery stopped as he turned towards you again. "Wait, you thought I was going to hurt you?" An irritated growl escaped his throat followed with that same distinct hiss following close behind. "They-" he paused, slapping a hand to his side, tail slapping the floor harshly. "They told you about the Bonnie incident, didn't they? God damn it- I didn't hurt that fucking rabbit. He attacked me first!" He seethed pointing an accusing finger in your direction, rage swirling within his scarlet orbs. You stepped back; hands raised defensively head shaking, denning his accusations.

"I- Who's Bonnie?" You squeaked nervously. Montgomery's snout opened again to throw another accusation only to have the words caught in his throat. It was obvious as he stared into your vibrant (E/C) hues, you had no idea as to who Bonnie was.

Shit.

Your black plushed hands slowly fell as you stepped forwards, toward the gator, careful not to accidentally slip on the discarded plate of pizza that had fallen from your palm just moments ago. Montgomery rubbed a heavy palm under his star framed glasses.

Gingerly placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder, or what you could reach of it. Sliding his hands down his features he glanced down at your smaller form. "Would you like to talk it out? If not, it's alright." You spoke with such delicacy; you spoke to him with such calmness and an oddly caring tone a tine he had never really heard from anyone towards him, even though you had yet to correctly converse with him. So much for first impressions. And boy do they stick.

Montgomery heaved a sigh, anger subsiding into somewhat of embarrassment but agreeing none the less.

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The sound of running water surrounded the two of you as you leaned over the railing of his gator lift way, gazing onto the golf course beneath your feet.

The green and purple lights illuminated the rubber palm leaves that hung lowly within the dimly lit room.

Montgomery heaved a sigh as he glanced your way. "I'm sure you want an explanation for what I said earlier." He hummed softly as he leaned over the edge, hands laying limp as he did so. You glanced in the gator's direction as an indication you were listening, even though you had not asked for an explanation but if hearing his pain and being able to help him with his emotions would help, you were willing.

Montgomery breathed in with a hiss as he spoke. "The first few weeks I was brought into the pizza plex, there was a rabbit- bunny sorry." You nodded with a soft hum as if afraid to scare him off. "Him and Freddy were very close, as I grew closer to the bunny as well, he was a great guy but one day I invited him to play some mini golf. It had taken me longer than normal to get to my golf course here because of maintenance and such, but when I got here- all of my lights were off. I don't ever turn my lights off completely but when I got in here it was like a dark presence was looming over the area. I swear I could feel the things hot breath." He explained a violet gloved hand coming to rub the back of his neck as if feeling that same sensation again with a shiver as he continued hesitantly. "But when I walked in all I heard was a low animalistic rumble, with the hypnotizing but familiar glow of his eyes he lunged, I didn't want to hurt him, so I didn't fight back. When everything finally stopped, he was looming over me. Violet eyes glaring daggers into my disheveled body. I thought it was the end of me, but when morning came so did the employees. Officer Vanessa was the one to find me. After reviewing camera footage, they saw what had happened and Bonnie had been deconditioned and thrown away." His head dropped, once hard ruby hues now dull and strained at the memory of his lost friend, you lifted a reassuring hand to his back rubbing calming circles, his form slackened slightly as he turned a slight glance to your smaller figure. "Ever since then, I was repaired and given these claws, they were made for me to protect myself." His hands lifted, revealing the said claws that clenched harshly. "Ever since his deconditioning everyone pointed the blame to me, I am told daily by costumers that I will never be as good as he was. But when you were performing today, that smile and energy you had was immaculate it was enough to make this ol' gator smile, but I heard someone say something about you while we were performing, and I lost it." He paused glancing up at your vibrant neon hues. "When I looked in your direction during the performance, I wasn't looking at you, I was glaring at the teens next to you. I noticed how uncomfortable and anxious I made you so when everything was over, I stormed off, angry at myself for making you feel like that and here we are now..."

"It's alright." You said bluntly, gazing out onto the somewhat comforting paradise beneath the two of you, lifting from the railing you gave him a reassuring smile making his head snap into your direction snout nearly smacking you in the head. "I don't care what they say about me, I'm not here to impress some asshole teens with their heads up their ass and adults who scoff at my- our presence, I'm here to make people happy no matter the cost. Even if it costs me both my mental and physical health- erm- programing." You stated gaining a pat on the head from Montgomery who hummed in satisfaction.

"I like you kid, you're smarter than ya seem and that's pretty impressive for someone who has been here for only a week and had a single performance." You chuckled elbowing the gator in the side gaining a playful groan in response.

"Enough of this sappy shit, how about we go to the party room and get you something to eat eh?-" You paused suddenly eyes averting to the neon green plate below. Montgomery followed your line of sight seeing the somewhat squashed pieces of pizza on the carpeted floor. "Sure- The janitor bots will clean that up." He hummed leaning his star framed glasses down on the bridge of his nose before sending you a playful wink.

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FINALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER WOOOOO

I would also like to say thank you all for the amazing support on this book like series, it has been amazing seeing how many enjoy my writing.

But sadly, I may have to go in Hiatus for a bit, my grandmother has grown deathly Ill and I have to bid her good-bye tomorrow morning. So, I may be uploading some ranted angst.

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Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Your Own drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

mainly mentioned: Reader

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Anxiety, Possible anxiety attack, swearing

A/N: This isn't like the bullet point post that I did last time. This is the lengthy story format.

ENCORE

Anxiety embraced your tense form warmly, invisible limbs wrapping around your torso whispering harmful nothings in your brightly pigmented ears.

A shudder racked your spine sending unwelcomed twinges through your wires, your fingertips even though you weren't supposed to feal, felt numb, tingly, like pins and needles of a limb that had fallen asleep after being seated for too long.

A large firm hand placed itself on the little of your back, jolting your head spun (E/C) hues meeting with a pair of ocean blue ones that swirled with a flurry of emotions you were yet able to read.

The main singer had noticed your tense figure, ears pulled to the sides of your head and twitching fingers, every so often he would catch incoherent mumbles of encouragement but only for it to be of to no avail. Shoving the small resentment and anger towards you aside he took it upon himself to check on you.

"You ready kid?" he hums softly almost like you were a meek little bird that would be startled by even the slightest movement, brows furrowing his sky-colored orbs swirled with concern. Shaking your head, you turned from his blue and red lined masked face, eyes directed to the elevator like stage platform, instruments equally spaced for each animatronic. You could hear the upbeat music that played above the surface, it just barely reaching your ears. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Your ears sunk further, shoulders rising as a labored breath? racked your chest. Your anxiety had grown worse at the distinct chatter that seeped into the underground 'Mascot aid and performance' area.

The bears large hand like paw circled, calmly trailing your back at an attempt to calm your stressed wires and spurring gears. "You're going to do great, I'm sure of it!" He chirped, monotone voice humming comfortably.

Your body jolted forwards as a sudden weight slung itself across your back. A bubbly giggle escaped the chicken's beak as she snuggled her feathers against your face. It hadn't taken long for you two to grow close, yeah, she was iffy on your first arrival and how you would react, this having been the reason because of a certain gator... but after the week of maintenance and such you were able to finally properly interact with the crew. The others had to admit you were quite well with the ladies as you already had Chica and Roxanne wrapped around your finger. "Come on (Y/N)! You're gonna do amazing!" She squealed; lean arms being wrapped around your neck careful not to jab you in the head with her pink shoulder guards.

"But-"

"Alright droids, get in your places its show time!" A prepubescent voice demanded patting Montgomery on the back whose tail swayed behind him as he jogged towards his assigned spot on the moving stage platform, lifting the warm colored base guitar strap over his head he groaned, struggling momentarily as he attempted to get the strap over his purple shoulder guards. A few incoherent curses later the instrument was finally in its rightful place on his shoulder.

Placing a hand on your own yellow shoulder guards Freddy nodded. Saphire hues boring into your own as if to silently cheer you on.

Furrowing your brows, you nodded back with a deep breath. "I've got this... Maybe..." With a hearty chuckle the bear patted your shoulder reassuringly. "There you go. come on." He smiled softly head leaning toward the others who looked back at the two.

"LET'S ROCK THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT!" Montgomery chanted, deep voice bellowing through the opening above.

Your legs took on a mind of their own as you marched to your drum set, the neon lights inside glowing brightly followed with the neon yellow drumsticks on the side.

eyes everting toward the chair before you, you sat clawed hands wrapping around the wooden, neon sticks, foot on the bass drums peddle you heaved a breath with another firm nod.

"Let's fucking do this."

The stage platform jerked, your metal exterior skeleton clinking together softly. The music blared as the announcer's voice boomed proudly.

"LADYS AND GENTALMEN BOYS AND GIRLS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE FREDDY FAZBEAR BAND, WE ALSO WANT TO GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEW RECRUIT TO THE CREW PLEASE WELCOME (Y/N) THE (Animal)!"

Deafening cries of welcoming filled your soul as the platform finally came to a jolting stop.

The music quieted as did the crowd.

Stage lights shining on you, the new center of attention.

With an anxious exhale your arms lifted, neon drumsticks suspended in the air.

Everything felt as if it had slowed, crippling anxiety ate, devouring your nonexistent stomach, you felt as if you could hurl. With clenching eyes and a firm smack of your sticks the lights flickered.

The crowd roared as they cried out in awe at your now vibrantly glowing appearance as your sticks thrummed against the instrument Infront of you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly you gazed to the crowd, glowsticks and neon apparel illuminating the huge room as they danced. You grinned widely at the breath-taking sight, anxiety fading away like a monster in the light.

Glancing from your audience your (E/C) hues met with a pair of blue ones once again. Freddy grinned as he danced along the stage spitting lyrics. Roxanne's hair flew into the air, clearly feeling the new beat as she headbanged.

Chica cried out in silent cheers as she tore a mean riff grinning widely at your illuminating form.

However, when your eyes landed on the oversized Gator, he glared back with resentment? Anger?

Again, anxiety devoured your wires, figure becoming stiff and jerky as he turned away from you.

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"You did AMAZING out there (N/N)!" Chica cried as she hoped around the now descended platform. You lay the drumsticks down wiping the developed condensation from your brow smiling nervously at the hyper chicken who seemed to notice your still tense form.

Beak opening to speak she was cut off by a loud crash, heads jerking in the direction of the destruction you coiled.

Montgomery growled loudly as he marched from the room, Bass guitar laying on the ground somewhat unharmed "I gotta go blow some fuckin' steam." He growled marching down the hall, footsteps fading as he trudged.

You sighed softly ears once again retreating to the side of your head.

Freddy turned facing your saddened form. "Don't mind him, he's a bit hot headed." He spoke nonchalantly with the shake of his head. You nodded mouth opening to reply.

"Don't- he does this a lot; you'll get used to it eventually." Roxanne sighed.

"H-How about we go and do our meet and greets now? I'm sure Monty will come around eventually." Chica suggested with a nervous chuckle. With mutters of agreement again a large hand placed itself on the little of your back. Glancing up at the brown bear he chuckled.

"Better grab a few pens and get ready for flashing camera's because you're the center of attention today." Your nervous smile faltered into a poker face at the mention of this. With a long sigh your shoulders slunk forward, torso slouching as you stumbled from the performance room.

This was gonna be a long day...

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WOOOO TWO PARTS IN ONE DAY, YALL BLEW PART ONE UP (to me anyway) BUT HERE IS YA PART 2, PART 3 COMING AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED.

I also might turn this into a full-blown book that I will probably put on like Wattpad and shit too so- yeah. Let me know if I should or not!!