#monty finch learned from the best

[tititilani]

jenny, wife to esther and step mom to monty. No wonder he looks like a mix of both of them

WAIT NO THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Perfect cunt behavior from both his moms

[choppeddreamworm]

Once upon a dream

Monty Finch x gn! Reader

Summary: your favorite pet bird couldn’t possibly forget you even after turning human. His dreams plagued with your being, A figment of his imagination is the excuse he used to brush it off, until fantasy became reality. Warnings: brief mention of human reproduction/sex (BOOKS!) , flirting, nervous! monty

Word count: 950

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Authors note: This was actually one of the first fanfics i wrote for the characters Joshua Colley plays. Never posted it cause i thought no one would be interested. But after seeing one of my mutuals post something about monty i caved. THIS ONES FOR YOU!!!

(this may be the reason why my acc is crow coded (・ε・)

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His memories were filtered only the ones with importance coming to him like deja vu. After being turned into a human by his witch now mother... he'd find it difficult to learn the ropes of his new life.

The task his mother had assigned him was always protruding  in the back of his head. It was his purpose his identity, his bird days long gone behind him. Yet he couldn't help but miss the feeling of freedom, flying through the breeze of the night sky without a care in the world. "Monty" a sultry voice plagued his dreams their touch as light as a feather coaxing him into the depths of the soft material known as his bed. A turn or two only led to more images flooding his brain, the (y/c/h) locks, their soft skin, laughter... so sweet that his taste buds rejoiced in it. Their presence felt familiar. As if he'd gone through those exact situation time and time again.

One day when out on a stroll to the library around his house a person sent his nervous system into overdrive. The books on human biology, communications and the reproductive system in his hand. Even if he had been surrounded by humans his whole life he never seemed to gain the grasp of social norms. Especially the shared relationship of romantic partners, he felt inferior.. so he wanted to control these new odd emotions his dreams had caused him.... That they had caused. His lip hung open, shallow breaths exiting while his eyes were wide taking in your form. You were so unbothered reading the back of a book, small fingers clutching the cover gently.

A few memories hit his brain like a brick, your laughter, the touch that lingered on his now covered in cold sweat neck that were once feathers... where your hands had once been. Your room littered with books and seemingly endless shelves...

Then before he could recall more a migraine took over his forehead, the books in his hands slipping off creating a big thud to echo through the library row you were in. Monty held a hand up to his head, an electric shock traveling through his body as your face snapped away from the letters in your hand and now meeting his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry" he made sure to mutter an apology before struggling to lean down without making his pain worse. What he didn't expect was for you to hastily leave the book you once had, forgotten on the shelf. "It's alright, it happens to the best of us..". Your assuring voice made his heart skip a beat, he only successfully picked two books up. His eyes couldn't help but linger on your face, your perfect eyebrows the way your nose slopped to add character, beautiful eyes.. so common yet so unique to you. Noticing this weird trance he was in you inquired, " have I met you before?". His eyelids stretched up, "-I don't really- I don't think we have, don't remember you atleast". A little hmm rumbles from your throat, "I think you're right.. after all as an avid visitor  I'd remember someone highly interested in human reproduction". You tease as you read the titles of the two books in your hands, 'human reproduction & fertility control' and the other 'the complete book of sex education'. Finding it a bit interesting to say the least.

Monty could feel his body heating up due to embarrassment, "I-I it's not that, I don't find it very interesting,I'm just it's for-it's for a project, you know science". A nervous laughter erupted from him then died down noticing the silence on your end as you finally gave him his books. Your mouths inner corners were stretched in a pitiful smile from his sad attempt at lying. Yet it was a bit genuine as well. You had been in his shoes countless times trying to explain your hobbies or amusements to other people that found them rather strange. Before he could bask in the shame for too long you stretched your hand out, telling him your name. His mouth repeated your own words, the letters of your name rolling of his tongue so swell as he just had to test it out. "-Monty, my names Monty". Both of your hands interlocked give each other a squeeze. He didn't want to let go, loving how your skin felt on his, his feathers no longer a barrier. But he eventually did.

" I had a pet bird named Monty ", hearing his name makes you reminisce. Monty's brain was flooded with intrusive urges. For him to tell you truth, that he was the crow you had held such a fond relationship with. He was your bird, your crow and you were the one he'd visit those countless nights before, his human. But he bit his lip down instead knowing his mother would be displeased if she found out. "That's... nice" he chose as his next words unwisely. "I mean not really when you haven't seen him for days.. ". The light sadness in your tone made him hold sympathy, even if he couldn't remember specific moments with you. He was sure you were a sweet human. "I'm sorry to hear that".

You try to fight the disappointment with optimism, "I'm sure he'll show up again, he's a smart bird." Those last words made his chest puff with pride, you really thought those wonderful things about him. That initial contact along with the praise you had indirectly provided him replayed in his head for days to come. He battled with keeping true to his mother's mission while feeding into his temptation to seek you out. Traveling to the book store at least once a day to see you which he did most times than not.

You both had gotten comfortable enough with each other till the point you started considering each other friends.

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