#stop just giving me stories just to shove in sun and moon | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yallthemwitches · 4 months ago

Text

Bad Moon Rising

James comes back from a full moon outing with the marauders to find someone in his bed. NSFW—-Canon Compliant Oneshot

I used two of my NSFW headcanons as inspiration. Also had some visual help from the always talented @daiziesssart and @blvnk-art who draw NSFW jily so good it makes me want to cry.

NSFW Headcanons here: https://www.tumblr.com/yallthemwitches/755352465115889664/jily-headcanon-nsfw-edition?source=share

AO3 Link here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57563776

_____________________________________________________________

The sun was coming up on the other side of the mountains when the boys finally made it back inside the castle. They shuffled quietly together under the invisibility cloak. James and Sirius were now in human form while Peter rode in rat-form on James’ shoulder. By the time they had left Remus, he had curled himself into a corner in the shrieking shack and his transformation was starting to dissipate; Mme. Pomfrey would be there soon with some much needed tea and biscuits and they couldn’t have her catching wind of them.

They stumbled through the portrait hole and ripped off the cloak. Peter transformed into human form and slumped against the nearest couch.

“The last day of the cycle is always the worst,” he groaned while covering his face with his forearms. They had been out till nearly 6am every day for the past week in order to tend to Remus and were starting to feel the effects of lost sleep.

James trudged himself into the boys bathroom and threw some water on his face. He had dark circles under his eyes but was feeling wired. Despite exhaustion, he always had trouble getting to sleep after an outing.

The boys climbed the steps to their dorms and Sirius flung open the door before stopping in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at James with a smirk.

“We have an intruder again, Prongsy.”

James pushed past Sirius to see his bed curtains had been opened in his absence. Laying half covered by his duvet was Lily, seemingly sound asleep.

She had begun doing this more and more during the full moon. James had not told her the full story about Remus yet, nor about his illegal animangi form, but she wasn’t dumb. She had seemed to sort out pretty quickly that sometimes the marauders' antics were more dangerous than others. On other nights when the boys wanted to faff about for a laugh, James was much more susceptible to folding when Lily seduced him into staying in, but on the full moon, there was no convincing him. They could be mid snog and he would pull away to leave, giving her one last meaningful kiss as he went.

“When Remus is back we need to talk to him about telling her,” James said. “I don’t think its going to be a surprise anyhow.”

Sirius and Peter both nodded and went to their respective beds. James sat on the edge of his and looked down at Lily who was still fast asleep. Hair strewn around and hugging a pillow to her body, she sighed softly in her sleep and curled her knees up.

He couldn’t deny it. He loved it when she slept in his bed. Despite knowing that she was there tonight because she was worried he wouldn’t come back or get hurt, it made her confession of love just last week seem more real than ever. If you would have asked him over a year ago, he would have never believed that Lily would have said “I love you” to him, much less crawl her way into his bed to make sure he came home safely.

He pulled off his clothes and glasses and carefully moved Lily’s arm over to make room. From across the room, Sirius whispered from his bed.

“Oi, Prongs. Be a dear and use a muffaliato charm—-just in case.” He could hear sniggering come from Peter’s bed.

“Don’t be jealous,” James retorted and shoved his curtains shut.

He laid down and Lily stirred. He wrapped his arm around her and she curled into his body, laying her torso on his side.

“You’re back,” she whispered into his neck, clearly half-asleep. Her fingers reached up and curled around his lower wisps of hair.

“I am,” James whispered back. “What a nice surprise to see you here.” She rolled herself until she was practically on top of him. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pushed her head into his chest. Despite being intimate with her many times before tonight, the feel of her body on his still made his heart race.

“You smell like the forest,” She said as she nuzzled her face into him. “You smell like you have been up to no good.”

He could tell she had woken up a bit more. She put her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smirk. He could see her eyes in the dark waiting for some sort of explanation.

“Aren’t I always,” He offered in response and her eyes turned to slits. He prayed she would let that suffice for now.

Seeing she wasn’t going to get him to crack, she wiggled her body on top of his playfully and pulled one leg to lazily wrap around his waist.

“Well, glad to see you cheated death again,” she whispered and pulled herself up to kiss him. She deepened the kiss rapidly, nipping at his lip and pushing his mouth open to welcome the softness of her tongue. He groaned into her mouth.

She kissed her way along his jaw and stopped just below his ear to suck lightly at the skin. James hummed and let his hand wander down to her bum. He hadn’t noticed it before, but she had been sleeping in only a night shirt and knickers. He began to wonder how she had made it to the boys’ dorm completely pantsless, but became distracted by the work Lily was making of his neck. She leaned up and gave a nip at his earlobe.

“Still don’t want to tell me what you were up to?” James shivered. Merlin, she’s trying to torture me.

She wiggled her bum underneath his hands, making sure to push her pelvis forward into his lower half. Feeling his growing arousal, she looked up at him with a smirk before starting to kiss down his throat and towards his chest. Her hands wandered up and down his torso and arms while he laid there like he had been stunned into submission.

God, you’re so fit. Fuck… She seemed to have said it to herself, but James let out a chuckle. Ever since she had finally admitted that she had been eyeing him all this time on the Quidditch Pitch, he had become completely turned on by how turned on she was of him.

Lily kept a steady descent downwards, stopping every once in a while to give a small nip at his skin. Once she got to his boxers, she bit at them playfully and looked back up at him with a mischievous smile. He let out a groan. She is actually trying to kill me.

“Hmmm. If only my boyfriend wouldn’t keep secrets from me.” Her voice sounded heavy and slow. She crouched between his legs; her back arching into a U shape with her bum in the air. Her face hovered around his groin and he could feel her breath going through the cloth of his boxers. His heart pounded. It was taking all of his strength not to take her head in his hands and push her face into him.

She slid a hand up his thigh then hovered it for a second over him before placing it over his covered erection, curling her fingers around the cloth separating them. James let out a hiss.

“Merlin, Lils. I want you so bad. Please don’t make me beg.” He was whimpering. Lily let out a giggle, clearly enjoying herself. While she often preferred to be submissive and doted on during their shagging, she loved watching him melt under her whenever she took charge. Who knew Mr. Quidditch Captain could be reduced to nothing so easily.

Giving one last look at his blown-out eyes and his erratic breathing, she gave in. She pulled his boxers down and he lifted himself up to help her slide them off of him. Even in the dark, she could see his naked form begging for her. He propped himself up on one arm and looked down at her. Watching was always his favorite part.

She slid both hands up his thighs again then circled his arousal. Giving him one last smile she placed a kiss on his tip before opening her mouth and taking him in. His eyes deepend and he let out a raspy moan as she slipped up and down, feeling her way around with her tongue. He took one hand and placed it softly on the back of her head and guided her in a rhythm.

“Oh Merlin, Fuck,” he hissed. He twisted his fingers into her hair and cautiously used more pressure from his hand to guide her. Her eyes twinkled up at him, watching him moan with his mouth hanging open and eyes following her lips travel. She took one hand and wrapped it around, lightly cupping him. He let out a long hiss and his body leaned forward.

“Godric, Lils. Your mouth. It's too good. You’re so beautiful.” He continued to rasp out affections as she continued her pattern.

She smiled a bit around him before breaking her rhythm and plunging down, taking him entirely into her mouth. She had only done this once before: during heads’ patrols with him leaning against an empty classroom table and her on her knees. Then, she had taken his hand and placed it on her neck so he could feel exactly how deep he was—-it was all it took to make him finish.

“Lily, I’m gonna—-“ but right as he said it, she leaned back up on her heels, removing herself from him with a soft pop as she released her lips off his tip.

She leaned all the way back and propped herself up on her elbows with her legs open to him. Despite the dark, he could see that her knickers were already wet.

Ever since they had begun properly shagging, he had picked up on her preferences. Before, she would be perfectly happy with him finishing in her mouth or somewhere on her body. But once she felt him finish inside her for the first time, she was sold. It didn’t matter if they were pushed up against a wall in a broom closet or strewn on the floor of the Honeydukes cellar; she wanted to feel him release inside her and only there.

James breathed sharp jagged breaths. He knew he should have expected it, but it tortured him all the same. She stared up at him expectantly . It was almost like he could hear her say come and get it.

But instead of pulling off her knickers and sliding inside her, he flipped himself to face her on his forearms and without any preamble pushed the scrap of fabric to the side and licked up her center. She dropped her head back and let out a deep moan. He continued to lick his way up and down her, stopping at the top of her clit to suck lightly. It was Lily’s turn to curl her fingers through his hair; bucking her hips up to his mouth as he continued to stroke her with his tongue.

“Oh James, god. You always feel so good,” she breathed out, barely above a whisper. He dragged his tongue down over her opening and continued behind. She lifted her hips for him to get a better reach and gave her a swift nip on the soft curve of her bum. She let out a choking giggle before guiding his head with her hands back to her center.

She pushed her head into the mattress, making a soft humming sound. Her mouth hung open and her hair was now splayed off the foot of the bed. James yanked the fabric of her knickers farther away as he made his way back to her clit, leaving light kisses on the inside of her thighs.

He could feel her body start to shake a bit. Her hips started to move in a circular pattern against his face and he moved his tongue to match her. He knew she would be coming soon. Right when he felt her hand curl tighter into his hair, he pulled back, giving her one last kiss on her pelvic bone before rolling up on top of her to kiss her.

“No fair, I was so close,” She whined into his mouth. She could taste herself on him. She knew how much that turned him on.

“You did it to me,” he countered.

“Well then, will you at least shag me?”

They both simultaneously clawed at her knickers until they slid off her legs and she ripped her sleeping top off, revealing she had nothing underneath. Immediately latching on to her breast with his mouth, he thrusted into her. She let out a small gasp that melted into a moan as he started pumping into her.

He brought her knees up to his sides and they both watched where he entered her for a while; both of them with their jaws hanging open and making their own hums of desire.

James placed a hand on one of her breasts and rubbed his thumb and forefinger around the blunt tip, the other hand held both of Lily’s up over her head in a barely bonding position.

Lily spouted affirmations under her breath with every thrust.

“Oh James, it feels so good. Please—-harder.” He complied and she let out small shrieks of delight. James placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds—-it wasn’t completely lost on him that they were still in a room full of his mates.

Lily started to shake again underneath him. Despite wanting to throw her head back, she forced herself to stare deep into his eyes, cheeks flushed and mouth agape.

“James, I’m going to cum.” She barely gasped out.

“Keep looking at me, I want to see you,” he growled. He thrust harder.

She released with a gasp. She clenched at his shoulders and her eyes widened; flooding from her orgasm.

She fell limp on the bed for a moment, chest heaving and flushed, before picking herself back up and catching James’ mouth with hers.

James sat back on his heels, out of breath. “Merlin, you are so beautiful. If you are tired we can sto—-,”but Lily cut him off with a kiss.

“I want to watch you come now,” She whispered and then pushed past him to get to the top of the bed. Positioning her hands on the backboard, she put herself into a tabletop position and looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.

Fuck. Fuck.

They had only just started doing this position and they both knew it wouldn’t be long for him to come. He turned himself around until he was lined up with her, and swooped down to give her a kiss on her spine before pushing into her again.

He almost immediately collapsed on her by how good it felt.

“Oh god. Lily. You are so tight.” Lily chuckled a bit and sat up slightly to reach around and grab his neck. He held her torso up while thrusting into her. She arched her back, pushing her bum into him and giving him a better entryway.

He didn’t hold back. He thrust hard and fast, feeling his body race towards release. Lily’s whispers got louder as he went deeper, finally reaching a questionable speaking tone.

“I’m so close,” he choked out.

“Come inside me. I want to feel you cum, Prongs.”

She had never called him that before. He made a loud moan and he released inside of her. Still holding her torso against him, his body twitched around her as she peppered kisses onto his face. No longer able to hold both of them, he collapsed on top of her, both on their stomachs.

After a moment of heavy breathing, he spoke.

“You’ve never called me Prongs before.” Lily smiled against the mattress.

“Thought you would like it,” she said. He placed a few kisses between her shoulders.

“Like is an understatement.”

______________________________________________

The sun was already up when they had fallen asleep, so it couldn’t have been but a few hours later when Lily started tugging at the back of James’ hair.

“My love—James—-we have class…” James growled in response and turned farther away.

Lily kissed his shoulder and tugged at his ear.

“At least make an effort. You are head boy after all.” He groaned and turned over, grabbing her waist and throwing her back on the bed.

“If you stay here we can shag again and then say we had important Heads’ duties to do.” He raised his eyebrows at her.

She laughed and pushed him off of her. “You wish, Potter. Besides, all your mates wouldn’t believe it.”

She reached over the bed and pulled her clothes from off the ground, including the missing pair of pants James had been curious about the night before. She poked her head out of the curtains before throwing them open.

“Good, they’ve already left. See you at breakfast.” She stuck her tongue out at him before closing the door behind her.

James threw his head back on the pillow and groaned.

James sat down next to Lily at the breakfast table with a huff. Sirius and Peter sat across from them looking downright wrecked—-all three boys had dark circles under their eyes and none of them dared to so much as crack a joke for the first 10 minutes.

Sipping his cup of tea, Sirius finally broke the silence.

“James, I have a question.” James groaned dramatically.

“I’m too tired for it, Pads.” Sirius continued.

“What is your grade in charms?” James rolled his eyes and took another bite of toast.

“Dunno—-my last Charms NEWT score was an O…” Sirius put his cup down gingerly on its saucer before leaning back in his seat with his arms folded.

“Interesting—-then why in the bloody fuck can you not perform a muffaliato charm—-again.” Lily smashed her tea cup onto her saucer and stood up quickly. Her face was bright red.

“I-I got to go to class,” she said, turning swiftly and striding toward the door. James stared at his mate who, despite feigning a stern attitude, was clearly getting too much enjoyment from embarrassing the couple.

After a beat, James collected himself.

“I told you not to be jealous.” Despite wanting to play it cool, James was having a hard time looking at his mates.

Sirius barked out a laugh.

“And to use your nickname--to get off. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Please don’t bring it up—I just keep hearing her say it over and over again,” Peter squeaked. “Don’t think I can ever call you Prongs again without hearing her say it.”

Sirius patted Peter on the back in consolation.

“Oh fuck off, mates,” James retorted, but when Sirius began again, Lupin trudged his way up to the group and slumped down at the table. Besides looking a bit peaky, he overall seemed back to his normal self.

“What did I miss?” He looked around at his mates who all looked like they had spent the night with a dementor.

“We need to tell Lily about you,” Sirius blurted out. Lupin squinted at him.

“Ok—-I mean, I’m ok with that—as long as we all agree. But why exactly is this coming up so suddenly?” He lit a cigarette and conjured some tea his way.

James opened his mouth to speak but Sirius put a hand out to stop him.

“Because James is using the secret as some kinky shag tactic and he’s much too happy to share it with us.”

Lupin didn’t look up from his tea. He took a drag of his cigarette and blew it out before very carefully standing up from the table.

“I’m going to go back to sleep now in the dorms—away from whatever the fuck you all are up to.” And turned to walk away.

“Make sure Lily is not there—-or it will happen to you!” Sirius yelled, causing students from other tables to turn. James placed his head into his plate with a groan. So much for having Lily sleepover more often.

#james potter #jily #lily evans #hp #hp marauders #jily fanfiction #jily headcanon #marauders #jily smut #marauders era

67 notes · View notes

spookyjyn · 1 month ago

Note

rebelcaptain hc - both forgetting their own birthdays but always remembering the others

jyn doesnt like the attention so he always waits till the end of the day to celebrate in private with each other

cassian doesn’t like the reminder because it holds too much personal meaning. so jyn spends the day thwarting off happy birthdays on rebel base and making it as normal of a day as possible for him (he’s grateful). it doesn’t stop her from letting him know how special he is to her 🤗

don’t judge the writing too harshly I wrote this after my midterm but this was such a cute concept. Hope you enjoy Lila 💕

Cassian Andor doesn’t remember his birthday. On Kenari the days blend together, making it impossible to distinguish one from the next.

Maarva had always celebrated the day they found him; sweet bread and small gifts to commemorate the day he was brutally torn from his home planet and left to abandon his only remaining blood relative. The image of Kerri’s wide brown eyes looking to the sky, watching the ship vanish into the atmosphere was enough to turn the bread to ash on his tongue.

His forged birth certificate gave him the ice planet of Fest, a planet with one small sun and six moons. The lack of a sun made the days shorter than the galactic standard, with 14 hour days which equated to 6,928 days as one standard year. This meant on Fest his birthday would be celebrated roughly once every 18 standard years.

Considering that Cassian had spent eighteenth birthday in a juvie cell drinking homemade moonshine while fucking some sentient whos name he couldn’t remember, much less pronounce, he thought it was a pretty appropriate celebration.

But after Maarva had died no one had known the truth of Cassian birth. He kept this secret locked tightly within him, a remnant from his life as Kassa. Cassian has no one left to celebrate his life, leaving his date of birth meaningless in his eyes.

///

It’s the middle of the rainy season when Cassian makes the discovery. The pathfinders had just returned from an intense mission, ending in a firefight that had led to Sergeant Jyn Erso in critical condition.

They had agreed after Scarif to list one another as next of kin, both having no one else to account for.Their relationship was in a delicate limbo, neither acknowledging their shared affection for one another, save for the heated trysts that occurred in the safety of their barracks. But something beyond the causal self imposed label of friends with benefits lingered between them. It was evident in the way Jyn held him through his night terrors, how she saved him a seat beside at the cafeteria, how his hands sought her out during times of distress.

He confronts her on accident.They are throwing jabs at each other are mid-spare when he lets the revelation slip.

“Come on, Major,” Jyn taunts, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’ve seen elderly wookies’ throw harder punches than that.”

Cassian is laying sprawled out on his ass, his left cheekbone blooming with a fresh bruise. Jyn landed a good hit, he’ll give her that, but he's unwilling to take the abuse without a proper retort.

“Maybe I just wanted to take it easy on the birthday girl.”

As soon as the words escape he wishes he could shove them back in. His body stiffens as he anticipates her response. Cassian peers up at her through hooded eyes. The harsh florscents of the gym illuminates her silhouette in an angelic glow, making it impossible to decipher her expression. Theres a few agonizing seconds of silence before the tension is cut with a twinkling laugh. Cassian’s ears perk at the sound.

Jyn extends a hand towards him, a playful smirk marring her full lips.

“Okay, stalker, you’ve got me.” Jyn brightly says, a teasing lilt in her tone.

Her eyes spark with mischief as her smirk shifts into something more seductive. Her voice drops low as she leans in close to him.

“I think I want my gift now, Major.”

Cassian mirrors her smirk with one of his own relief washing over him. He grips her wrist as he lifts himself onto his feet. Once standing Cassian weaves his fingers through hers. Jyn rewards him with a firm squeeze. Her eyes are alight with an all encompassing fire. Cassian understands why her father had coined the nickname Stardust, as he can feel himself getting lost in the gravity of her green orbs hold.

Jyn tugs on his arm, pulling him into her orbit. They're a hair's breadth away from each other now, so close all Cassian has to do is lean down to capture her intoxicating lips between his. As if sensing his thoughts Jyn bites down on her plush lower lip, the corners of her mouth turning upwards in an almost shy smile.

Jyn pulls his arm leading them towards the exit, her intentions painfully apparent.

But since when had Cassian ever been able to say no to her?

///

“I was born in the middle of a monsoon.” Jyn whispers, breaking the thick yet comfortable silence. Cassian cranes his neck down to catch her eyes. Her chest is pressed to his, head propped on his naked pectoral as she gazes up into the night sky.

“My mother said I was born with rain in my veins and a storm in my blood.” Jyn huffs a wry laugh. “I guess that's why I'm so intense."

The confession is intimate, more so than the lovemaking they had just participated in. It brings an expected wave of affection flowing over him. Cassian's embrace tightens as the emotion seizes him.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” He admits, adoration saturating his words. He hopes she can decipher what he really means, the three words that they have yet to acknowledge. And of course because she is Jyn Erso, his partner in all senses of the words, she decrypts his meaning. She peppers an array of painfully tender kisses to the sparse hairs of his chest. A recuperation to his unasked confession.

Te quiero un chingo.

“Thank you,” Cassian murmurs, the gratitude in his voice muffled into her thick tresses of her hair. He nuzzles the crown of her head and inhales deeply. Cassian wishes he could pause time and drown in this moment. Grind this concurrent memory into a thick paste to store within him. So that Cassian would never forget how this moment feels, cradling his life, his soul, his love in his arms. Holding her so tightly it is hard to decipher where he begins and she ends.

“Estar conmigo.” He pleads, fingers tracing listless patterns along her bare back. “Nunca te separes de mí.”

In two years it would be Cassian Jeron Andor of Fest's second birthday. In standard years it would make him thirty-six.

With Jyn Erso, every day is a gift.

#rebelcaptain #cassian andor #jyn erso #rogue one #ebby scribbles #I got soft for them okay?!?)?

29 notes · View notes

goodolddumbbanana · 3 months ago

Text

"Well normally the person will bring Sun back to his senses would be Moon, if they are family."

Moon I am sorry honey, but the last time, you literally dead to make Sun stopped. And the reason Sun stopped it is because he still loves you, not because he gains his senses.

From all over the world, if Sun went off deep ends, it is your fault just like how Eclipse is your problem, Moon.

-----

Btw, damn. Dark Sun has no mercy, huh.

(Dark Sun pretends to be Sun, comes up at the door, panting and his clothes look disheveled. He smiles nervously at Moon.

"Sorry, I'm late. I was... doing things."

Suddenly, there was a lousy noise outside. Lord Eclipse kicked the door open and barged in, his whole body tattered like just fought with raccoons.

"*HEH*HEH*HEH** HE PUSHES ME DOWN A FUCKING CLIFF!!!!!"

Sassy gay hands Dark Sun: "Pushing is such a strong word. I call it, to give you a little nudge."

"Oh I will give you a little nudge when I shove my foot up your ass"

Still trying to keep up with his act, pointing at tired and so done Moon: "Hey watch your fucking language in front of my brother."

-----

I know it from the start, servant Sun feels too knowledgeable for me. He stutters too much and keeps repeating things. It is not surprising it is not servant Sun, But Dark Sun.

Things started getting interesting. Seeing the conversation between Moon and Solar makes me wonder, if Solar tells Nexus about his old Moon, about him being dead yet?

Like how he so casually mentioned both his Sun and Moon dead, but I never saw Solar tell any of these stories with Nexus. Maybe off screen???

#sun and moon show #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams #tsams sun #sams sun #tsams moon #tsams dark sun

34 notes · View notes

happysaddca · 7 months ago

Text

I'm gonna pretend this isn't as good cause I am feeling off today and not because I crammed like four different ideas into two scenes here and didn't flesh anything out as much as I would like normally.

There is some very, very mild suggestive flirting that goes nowhere.

I think I've got things worked out for Constellations Redeux now so drabbles like this will slow down in favor or working out other AUs/the actual story. But I'm still gonna need a beta reader :')

Oh, and your nickname from Sun is introduced here, so we're 3/4 on DCA nicknames. I'm not sure if it's noticeable, but I personally struggle if a fic overuses nicknames or explicitly says y/n or reader. So I avoid that as much as possible lol.

You barely make it three days before start worrying that Sun is angry with you. Moon’s reassurances can only work so long, especially since you have to work and sleep and sometimes even go home so your roommate knows you’ve not died and been turned into pizza. And with Sun and Moon back, your usual coping mechanisms only go so far. Still, you’re able to keep the seed from taking root for nearly two weeks.

“How are they adjusting to being online again?” You’d been sent to fetch more flour from the main kitchen, where Anika is currently fussing with the pizza ovens. You’re avoiding going back upstairs, sneaking pepperoni slices every time her back is turned.

“Okay as can be expected. Moon is still fronting every time I see them, even when it’s bright out.” Your mouth twitches and you rub at it absently, massaging the scars out of habit. “They haven’t Eclipsed at all since the restart, and Moon is mostly avoiding people. I think he’s nervous.” You pop a pepperoni in your mouth as Anika turns around.

“Dude, don’t eat the product!” She rolls her eyes at you, going to wash her hands. “Between you and the other gremlins I work with, it’s amazing we have any food at all.”

“You love us,” you say sing-song, but you pull away from the food, trailing after Anika. She turns and flicks you with water for your trouble. “Hey! You know I’m a witch. I’m gonna melt now and what are you gonna tell the Attendants?”

“That I defeated the evil that eats all my pepperoni.” Another flick of water, and you give an overdramatic hiss, moving to hide behind Anika instead.

“Cruelty, abuse, harassment. I should call HR on you now.”

“Nah, I’ve got too much blackmail on you.” She shakes her hands dry and turns to lean against the sink and look you over. “You look less like a witch and more like a ghost. When’s the last time you’ve gone outside?”

“A couple days ago?” You are used to being stared at, but Anika has this uncanny way of making you feel like she’s not just looking, she’s peeling back the layers, clothes from skin, skin from fat, fat from muscle. Looking for something, something you decidedly don’t have. “I’ve been using the employee showers. Shockingly okay if you give them a good scrub first.”

Her nose wrinkles anyway. “You know you have to go outside at some point. Your Sun and Moon won’t like you neglecting yourself for their sake. Neither will our Attendant for that matter.”

“I haven’t even seen Sunny lately,” you complain, and a muscle twitches in your cheek. “I haven’t seen either Sun. What if they’re both—”

“Stop.” You open your mouth, but Anika holds her hand up. “Stop. I know this mental trainwreck far too well. Stop whatever oh they actually hate me mind game you’re playing and go talk to them.”

“But the daycare is still open,” you protest weakly. Anika gives you a look. “I have to work?”

“Then why are you down here eating all my pepperoni?”

“Because you’re my friend and I was supposed to be getting flour,” you say slowly. “And friends let you avoid work to talk about relationship stuff?”

Anika rolls her eyes, walking around you and grabbing the massive bag of flour, shoving it in your arms with a grunt. “As your friend, I’m telling you not to let this fester. Talk to your Moon and Sun, and go see Sunny after work. And tomorrow, get the fuck out of this building. Sleep in an actual bed for eight hours and get some vitamin D.”

You nod slowly, resisting the urge to pout, physically biting it back. “Okay. I will.” You pause before nodding again. “I will. Thank you Anika.”

“You’re welcome. Now shoo. I have to test the oven and if it blows up I’d like to limit the casualties.”

You do return to work, but it’s hard to concentrate when you want to skip the rest of your shift and find Moon. You text them, a quick reminder when you’re off, and proceed to overbeat your icing. You have to dump the ruined buttercream, starting over. It’s only a couple hours, but your attention is splintering fast, and by the time you can clock out, you’re itching to go.

“See you Alex! Sorry about dropping the fondant!” You get some mumble for a reply that’s completely missed as you open the back door and step out, directly into a hard exoskeleton and metal arms that catch you and wrap you in a hug. “Oh!”

“Hello to you as well. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Moon sounds amused even as it pulls you out of sight. “Did you have an appointment to get to?”

“I wanted to see you.” The unpleasant twinge in your stomach isn’t from getting dragged along. You reach up to flick the bell on Moon’s nightcap. “And Sun too, if they’re…”

“She’s still resting.” Moon’s tone is apologetic even as you both stop near the back wall, out of sight of any but the nosiest of plex patrons. It cups your scarred cheek, leaning down for a kiss. “Starlight, you’re crying again.” A finger curls under your eye, catching a tear.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to.” You try to wipe your eyes clear, but it just happens again as you chew on the inside of your cheek. “Can’t Sun come out, for just a little? I’ve not seen her since you were eclipsed. I know she’s there; the diagnostics are all fine and you wouldn’t lie b-but…” Shoot, now you were really starting to cry, and you tried to hide it, ducking your chin and covering your face with your hands. Moon’s fans have started alongside a click click clicking noise as it holds its hands out, servos popping. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Moon. I know it’s been a lot for you two, but I miss… I miss both of you.”

“Star,” Moon’s voice peters out as you can’t seem to slow your tears, or your words.

“I’ve not seen Sunny from the daycare either, and I know it’s because I’ve been spending so much time with you — and that’s not complaining! If I didn’t have to work, I’d always be with you. But it feels like both Suns are avoiding me now and I get it’s dumb but… does Sun hate me?”

Moon’s hands settle on your shoulders featherlight, pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be okay,” it says, and a shiver goes through its frame. You pull back in time to nearly get poked in your good eye with one of Sun’s rays. You stare blankly, voice gone as Sun straightens, one hand checking everything was in place before turning that blank, unmoving smile on you.

“Sun?” you say in a small voice, and she nods, something clicking inside her headcase. You’re immediately reaching out, ignoring the sharp edges of the rays, feeling for any irregularities you’d missed before with Moon. “What’s wrong? Can’t you speak?”

“I’ve missed you.” She speaks so softly you nearly miss it. “I’m sorry Sunflower. I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.”

“Sun!” You hold her tightly, her rays digging into your arms before she can retract them. Their hands flutter over you before settling lightly on your back, barely touching you. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t. But we’ve been so worried about you.” You squeeze her more tightly to make up for the lack of a hug on Sun’s end. “Let me look at you. I want to see…”

You pull back, hands sliding down Sun’s arms, curling into their sleeves just above their wrists. Sun watches you, but she holds still, rays remaining half retracted, an impression left from you. You have to wipe at your eyes again, realizing you’re still freely crying. “It looks like you took over easily enough. We don’t have the fiber optics in your clothes hooked up yet but—”

“Flower,” Sun says softly, and you quiet down, blinking hard. Sun’s hands shift, longer fingers tracing patterns on your inner forearms. “How can you tell anything when we look like this?”

“Huh?” The confusion snaps you out of the lingering fog of upset. “Sun, it’s still you.” You reach forward, noticing Sun’s flinch before she holds still, letting you press your hand against one of the stuck rays. It pops out, nearly cutting your hand. “I know this isn’t ideal but… it’s. It’s still you in there.” You repeat the process twice more, until Sun is able to test them, ticking them in and out in a wave without them getting stuck. “We should oil those so when you come out they won’t get stuck like that.”

“Flower.”

You attempt a smile, playing with one of Sun’s rays, making it spring back and forth until Sun withdraws it completely. “I told you, your rays have always been your giveaway. We got to take care of them so they can keep giving you away.” Your giggle is a little manic, but a big hand covers your mouth and part of your jaw. You stare at Sun blankly, biting the inside of your cheek again.

“How are you sure it’s us?” Sun asks again, her voice soft, nearly devoid of emotion. Her rays are half withdrawn, and you can tell they’re avoiding looking at your face. At least until you lick her palm. She jerks back in shock, staring at their hand, then you. “Sunflower, why! You don’t know what Moon’s been up to or the last time we washed our hands. You’ll get sick!”

You smile and this time your laugh is far more genuine. You wipe at your mouth. “I’ll brush my teeth in a minute. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me speak?”

The rays pull back further in her head, and Sun looks away, wiping their palm clean on their pants. Your smile fades, and you lean forward, touching their knee.

“I was worried we might’ve picked up the wrong chips,” you admit softly, scooting forward, wanting to touch as much of Sun as possible. “Anika had grabbed a bunch of different parts for Gemma to scan, but we were scared of waking you too early and giving you false hope. So there was this chance that something could go wrong. Gemma knew the spare body was safe enough but it wasn’t until you both came online that I really knew it was you and Moon. My Sun and Moon.”

“But how? Other than our software, none of this is us.” Sun gestures vaguely at herself. “The clothes are close now, but we’re smaller, our faceplate is wrong and empty, our programming doesn’t map properly across these new actuators and servos.”

“It feels bad, doesn’t it?” You aren’t able to properly smile, but you try anyway, lifting Sun’s faceplate to meet her eyes. This close, you can see the barest amount of light denoting where she’s looking. It’s not at you, but it’s close enough. “I’ve gone through the same thing. After the accident,” you ignore her flinch, “I had so many surgeries. Some of this skin on my face is from my thigh, you know. And some isn’t even from me.” You reluctantly touch the worst of your scars, the one that cuts over your eye. “I have metal pins in my arms and legs. Even my brain got damaged. I still don’t really know all the changes to my personality yet — hey, don’t look like that. This isn’t your or Moon’s fault.” You grab her face with both of your hands, squeezing it tightly, shaking her very gently. “Neither of you are allowed to blame yourself, okay? I’ll come in there if you do.”

There’s a bubble of laughter from Sun, a hand catching and holding yours while her rays slowly extend. “And how will you manage that Flower?”

The laughter is infectious, and you giggle despite yourself. “I know you’ve not been fronting much, but I’ve made friends with some super smart people. We’ll upload my brain on the mainframe and inject it into your headspace so I can give you and Moon a proper chewing out. So unless you want to be stuck with me for all of eternity, you’ll get the idea this is your fault out of your mind.”

“How horrible would be to be trapped with you for all of eternity.” She pulls your hand over to her mouth, teeth pressing lightly against your palm. When you curl your fingers, tracing the length of their nose, her rays tick back and forth once again, fans whirring deep in her chest.

“A nightmare even Moon won’t be able to save you from.” You take advantage of the moment, moving to crawl into Sun’s lap, back against her chest. If you lean back, you can watch her rays shift back and forth. Her arms settle slowly around you, still barely holding you. You have to tighten her arms around you yourself. “I know it’s a lot right now Sun, but Gemma is going to help make it easier. New pieces for your exoskeleton, better silicone. She’s currently working with another technician to recreate your old face. Anika’s other scavenged pieces are helping create some new code so you will control this endoskeleton more easily. It’ll be new, and it won’t quite be the same as before, but you’ll be in control of your body again. You’ll look like you again.”

“You’re saying we will be like you? But there won’t be scars.” You shiver as Sun pulls her hands from yours, touching over your arm, pushing your sleeve out of the way. “We’ll look like our old selves.”

“You can ask if you want to see,” you say, pulling Sun’s hand free. “Between the two of you I’m not sure if you’re trying to satisfy some morbid curiosity or get into my clothes.”

“Sunflower.” She sounds scandalized, but there’s no true attempt at denial.

“Besides, I think there will be scars. Maybe not as visible as mine, but… this isn’t easy.”

“No.” It comes out like a sigh, and for the first time Sun hugs you tightly. “I don’t like feeling so lost Flower. We’ve lost everything.”

She’s not entirely wrong. Her daycare, her body, the children she’d basically helped raise. They were all gone.

“But you have Moon again.”

Quiet except for the sounds of Sun working away inside, the pitch of her insides indicating a second opinion from Moon itself. “I do,” she finally says, her face dipping into your hair. “And we have you.”

“And you have me,” you agree. You sigh, the sound dragging out all the tension from your shoulders and back. You ragdoll against Sun, and they hold you tightly, concerned until you give a smile. “We’ll figure it out. I promise Sun.”

Sun is quiet, and when you look up, her rays are withdrawn again. They look away when they catch you staring, hands dropping away.

“Sun,” you try again. “It’s all right if you don’t feel better.”

“You can read me, even like this.” Sun’s chuckle is sad. “I don’t hate you. But I hate this. I hate being this.” Her hand lifts and drops again. “Moon is handling it a little better. That’s why it has been center stage.”

“I understand,” you say. There’s a pang of pain deep in your heart and you gather her arms around you again. “If Moon is comfortable being in control, then… then I understand. But please don’t hide away all the time. I know, I know you don’t hate me but it can still be hard. Is that too much to ask for?”

You can hear and feel Sun shift, rays extending as her neck cricks to one side, thinking. “I think it’s all right,” they say finally. “I think Moon will appreciate the break too.”

“Have you two been all right?” you ask, leaning your head back once again to watch Sun’s rays. She nods and then gives a little, uncertain shrug.

“We have been talking. It’s so good for Moon to be itself again, but there’s still pain. And distance.” Sun’s voice flattens and cuts off before the end of their sentence, making her rays pop in and out in surprise. “Oh. That’s new.”

“I think Moon disagrees with you.” You move slowly, pushing Sun’s legs wide so you can kneel between them and open your arms. Sun stares, rays still clicking in and out as a circle. “Come here.”

“I’ll stab you with my rays. They aren’t flexible like my old ones.”

“Don’t care.” You wiggle your fingers at her. “Come here.” Sun does eventually move into your arms, rays withdrawing so you can rest your chin on top of her faceplate. You squeeze her tightly again as her arms wind around your middle carefully. “You’re not going to break me,” you promise. “Everything’s all healed up now, even the brain stuff.”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Sun’s voice is muffled in your shoulder.

“I’m hilarious. I learned from the best after all.” There’s a little giggle. “I’ve been working on my gymnastics too,” you add. “I can almost do a back flip.”

“Oh really?” She sounds bemused. “You’ll have to show us sometime.”

“You’ll need to hold my legs.” That got a proper snort, Moon and Sun overlapping.

“I love you Sun,” you say softly. Sun’s arms slide further up, gripping the back of your shirt. “I’ll miss you. You should try texting me back sometime. Just to say how you’re doing.” Her grip tightens. “And I’ll try to say sooner if my thoughts start spiraling out of control again.”

“Okay.”

“Mm?”

Sun straightens, and you have to lean away to avoid knocking against her head. “I’ll text. If you promise to take care of yourself.”

Ah. You feel your face go hot and it’s your turn to look away. “I’m fine, really! I just sort of spiraled with that one thought and we’re working on it now!”

“You’re pale and you haven’t been sleeping well.” Sun’s fingers trap your chin and force you to look up. “Have you eaten any fruit or vegetables recently?” You grimace, and their thumb taps over your lips. “Have you been outside the pizzaplex at all this past week?”

“You’re a bully,” you complain, unable to escape. “I wanted to stay with you and Moon.”

Sun’s hand slips from your chin to your apron pocket. You make a very undignified sound until she fishes out your phone, holding it up. “You will be with us. In our own head, in a way.”

“Right.” Your lockscreen is an old picture of you and Sun, clearly taken by the animatronic. You take your phone back, holding it to your chest. “You won’t be able to escape me so long as I have this.”

“How terrible,” Sun’s smile is in his voice.

“The worst,” you agree.

#fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #daycare attendant moon #daycare attendant sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #daycare attendant fandom #fnaf dca #sundrop #moondrop #seriously how many tags are there in the world that focus on the dca #constellations au #dca ocs #my writing #I'll be backtagging my writing soon

22 notes · View notes

amethystunarmed · 9 months ago

Text

Benjamin and the Paper

Word Count: 1040 AO3 Link Benjamin learns about the events surrounding the launch of the Brick Satellite, and regrets.

Benjamin finds out from the newspaper.

(That’s not entirely true. He finds out when a new, brilliant star appears in the sky, because he knows only two people with the will and the imagination to shift the heavens themselves. He looks at the new guiding light over head and thinks, My God, they did it.)

Benjamin finds out about their deaths from the newspaper. Because of course he does. He can think of no person the ink loves more than the Stratford twins. Of course it cradles their bodies close to its chest, gently brings them home to rest in New York City.

“Extra! Extra! Death in British Guiana, local heroes killed in military coup!”

Benjamin stops so suddenly, three different people run into him. “Sorry, excuse me,” he says, frantically looking around for the paper boy he’d heard yelling. He beelines towards him, shoving what is certainly too much money into the kid’s hand as he snatches the paper away from him. He frantically scours the paper, looking for the story the boy was yelling about.

Maybe it’s not them, Benjamin thinks, feeling slightly hysterical. It could be about anyone, you can’t throw a rock in New York City without hitting a local celebrity. Breathing has gotten harder, the world spins around him. But he can’t stop reading, he needs to know-

Herschel and Hanover, along with Margaret Cavendish and Samuel and Rose Stratford, are presumed deceased.

Benjamin’s knees give out, and he grips desperately to a lamp post to keep from falling.

Samuel and Rose Stratford, are presumed deceased.

Many times, people say they’ve forgotten the last words they’ve said to a departed loved one. They can only hope it was a casual display of love, or, at worst, a mundane conversation with no bearing on their lives or relationship.

Benjamin knows exactly what his last words to Sam and Rose were, despite how hard he tries to forget.

Enjoy the present before its past.

Benjamin wishes he’d taken his own advice.

“Mister, are you okay?” The newsie asks, looking like he is afraid Benjamin is going to keel over next to him. Benjamin isn’t sure he answers. He opens his mouth, but he doesn’t think any sound comes out. Instead, he turns away and begins walking.

In the three months since Benjamin ended both his career and his friendship with the Stratfords in an incredibly public spectacle, he has done a lot of thinking. For the first month, he stewed in a blinding, hazy anger, interspersed with far too much whiskey. By the second month, he realized how empty his life felt without the Stratfords in it, and hated himself for even considering it. Recently, he’s just missed them.

(He’d been trying to figure out if there was a way he could send them a letter. He had no idea where to send it, much less whether Sam and Rose would actually read it. He supposes it doesn’t matter now.)

When his feet stop, he realizes he has reached the Stratford Family Paper Stand.

“You’ll always find a Stratford there!” Sam had once told him, like a reassurance. Like a North Star for Benjamin to follow if he ever lost them.

It is boarded up now, a sign over the door reading “Closed Until Further Notice.” Already, flowers line the walls, memorials for the heroes who told the world about life on the moon. He sees a paper with what could only be a child's drawing of a lunar buffalo. He remembers the way Rose and Sam had cackled when they told him about it, when they pulled this creature from thin air and made it real, preserved in ink before his very eyes. They created life with the dedication of gods and the whimsy of children.

The Paper Stand feels dead without them. There is nothing for him or anyone here. Not anymore.

He keeps walking.

It is dark when he finally gets to the office for the Sun.

He drifts forward toward the yellow light in the window. Because, surely, if looks in the window, he will see Sam, golden and brilliant in the lamp light, desperately scribbling in his notebook. He’ll see Rose, fingers blackened with ink from typesetting, the wrinkles in her furrowed brow like the lines of a constellation. He may have been an editor for the Sun, but the Stratfords were truly the ones Benjamin revolved around. As much as he likes to pretend the Lunar Hoax was a plot he got caught up in, he still remembers the thrill that ran through him as he put the first “Great Astronomical Discoveries” into type. He remembers being so excited for Rose and Sam’s reactions the next day. He remembers feeling positively giddy when they had beamed at him, once they saw he ran their story.

(When did that change? When did he decide their joy wasn’t enough?)

He feels adrift, a planet out of orbit. For as long as he can remember, his life has centered around the Stratfords, twin stars that tugged him into their gravity, be it as a friend, an enemy, or a man desperate to reconnect. What is his path, in a world without them?

He isn’t sure.

The door opens next to him, and Benjamin heart soars, because it’s them, it’s got to be them, it was just another hoax, they are back and really, shouldn’t Benjamin know better-

Chester Thomas stands, outlined in the doorframe. He looks worse than Benjamin has ever seen him, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, bottle of bourbon held loosely in his hand.

“What do you want?” He asks, voice curt and monotone. And Benjamin is going to leave, going to apologize and go about his business. Chester Thomas is the last person he wants to talk to right now, he doesn’t think his ego can take it. He fully plans to go home and stare at the ceiling of his bedroom until it is an acceptable time for him to get up again. He is going to leave, really.

So even he’s surprised when he says, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Chester sighs, and steps to the side. “Come on in.”

And, God help him, Benjamin does.

#pulp musicals #the brick satellite #benjamin park #the great moon hoax #rose stratford #samuel stratford #chester thomas #the ghosts of antikythera #angst #my writing #my fanfic

25 notes · View notes

agenericarcadebot · 9 months ago

Text

[Out of Character Pinned Post!]

[the old one didn't explain much]

"What is this blog about?"

This is a roleplay/ask blog for Ruin in my AU! He's silly with some dark lore, identity issues, and fully innocent unlike in the show. This blog is also a game of choices, and all actions have consequences, whether good ones or bad. The story will progress with or without input through what I call "events", which are things that happen around Ruin that cause him to post the things he does. He's very vague and gives little to no detail on what goes on, but you can always ask him to elaborate.

(more below the cut ↓)

"Are non-sams roleplay blogs allowed to interact?"

Yes, always! Sams is all about dimensions and Ruin himself isn't even from the main dimension. Roleplay blogs of any kind are allowed, just keep in mind that you don't actually appear in the main dimension (aside from special cases, such as @blip-cluster needing to communicate through the cabinets)

Ruin is always looking for more friends or people to talk to.

"Will there be a way to sort through posts?"

Yes, soon. I'm thinking of tags to better categorize his posts. This was originally supposed to be anonymous so I didn't want to add any tags or anything that would give me away, but I've told pretty much anyone who keeps up with this blog who I am, so you can easily search through things soon.

"Magic anon?"

Absolutely. Torture him if you'd like. I mean with. With fun things don't pull an Eclipse—

"What does the colored text mean?"

The colored text is based on his eyes. He's still a fusion of Sun and Moon, but... Well... I think that's a question for him.

Blue text is for his blue eye, usually tied to fear or stress, and isn't "Ruin is sad so he's speaking in blue text."

Red text is for his red eye, usually tied to extreme emotions or heavy stress, and isn't "Ruin is angry so he's speaking in red text."

Green text is for the virus. Does it show up? Possibly in the future. It's up to the players to figure it out.

"What about names and pronouns?"

This is a bit tricky as the name will likely change over the course of the blog, and pronouns are up for debate as well. But currently the character goes by "Ruin", and uses any pronouns he's assigned. He typically uses he/they, so anything else would probably surprise him, but he wouldn't stop you.

"Who is Egg?"

Egg is Ruin's plush. It was originally supposed to have a proper name, butttt I got a bit bored of needing "names that mean something for the lore", and decided eggs would be funny since it's my comfort meal.

Egg was originally a Moon plush but its head got torn off by a raccoon that a magic anon summoned. He found an extra Sun plush that was already quite worn down and wouldn't be missed as well as a small doll hat, and someone stitched it back together for him.

Feel free to ask Egg questions, it's Ruin's favorite plush, and I assure you that he'd love talking about the little stories he's made up for Egg.

(And maybe there's secret Egg lore, I'll never tell.)

"What's the lore like?"

Well, buckle up, and I'll tell you the story.

Ruin was infested with the virus for the longest time, and when confronted by Moon with the cure, he was fully cured. He was shoved to the side and took to life in the arcade, fixing cabinets and getting better by the day, singing and performing to a crowd of nobody but himself in his room during his free time, and avoiding the cabinets that "smiled at him"

He eventually made the blog as a sort of escape, where he met his friends @eclipseoftheapocalypse and @eclipse-cluster, and eventually @blip-cluster as well. He also encountered some magic anons which summoned plushies of Sun, Moon, and his friends. Moon eventually became Egg as mentioned previously.

His mood only gets worse as time goes on, but the reason why is a reason the players will have to find out for themselves. There are many things that contribute to it, not just Moon's distrust.

"Admit it. You named the blog after a reference."

Yeah and what're you gonna do about it? Get a snack at 4am, probably.

Ruin's blog name, "agenericarcadebot", is a reference to the store in GASA4 (Get a Snack at 4AM, a game on Roblox. Absolutely recommend it), which is named "A Generic Convenience Store." I thought it would be funny. Also he's self-deprecating, so it fit.

(Special thank-you to my friends who are currently keeping this blog alive. I have so many plans for him and you guys keeping up with it makes me happy. I was scared you guys would get bored with it the second it was no longer anonymous, but seeing you guys' reactions to things he says makes me happy. I made this blog so I could see people smile, that's the whole reason, I made this blog so people who like Ruin could interact with him and have a good time. I'm glad that the original purpose wasn't retconned the second I revealed myself. So thank you, and I love you.)

#outside the arcade — ooc posts #arcade lights — egg posts #arcade musings — metaphor posts #arcade art wall — art posts

7 notes · View notes

lizard-shifter-noms · 1 year ago

Text

Wayward Waters Chapter 13

——————————————————————————

Hello everyone! Chapter 13!

things (and chaos) picking up!!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

——————————————————————————

The next time I woke up it was to something knocking on the round window of the room.

This was a ship, who or what in the fuck could knock on the outside?

Imugi apparently, she was tapping at the wooden ring around the window with her beak like a curious parrot.

“I'm up, I'm up, you can stop putting dents in the wood!”

She whistle-clicked and the shadow of her head disappeared.

Slowly getting up and stretching I noticed loud singing from outside.

It was pretty catchy actually, and with how it sounded nearly all ships must be singing it right now.

What do we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the morning

Way, hay and up she rises

Early in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning

Way, hay and up she rises

Early in the morning

Put him in a longboat 'till he's sober

Early in the morning

Way, hay and up she rises

Early in the morning

Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom

Early in the morning

Way, hay and up she rises

Early in the morning

Give him a dose of salt and water

Early in the morning

Way, hay

Oh way, hay

Oh, early in the morning

That's what we do with a drunken sailor

Early in the morning

Way, hay and up she rises

Early in the morning

Whether it was for team building,

intimidation or just fun was beyond me though.

I found myself humming along as they started up again,

still pretty unfamiliar with the text as I walked out onto the deck,

still very much half asleep.

I was handed a bowl with scrambled eggs by Yamet,

who hastily wished me a good morning, which I ate while all of them fought with the sail that had apparently become a bit loose.

Judging by the sun it was not yet midday, but not early morning either.

Maybe around ten or so.

Shoveling pieces of egg into my mouth I looked over to the myriad of other ships,

noticing that the giant vessel Call Of The Damned was still to our right with the Revenants Vestige Nowhere to be seen but looking around I spotted the Bleeding Moon at least,

all the way at the end of the very mismatched convoy of ships.

Smart, having his ships at these positions made it probably easier to give out orders.

Though it was rather daunting to see how much the little Halcyon was dwarfed by the colossal ship.

Where the fuck did one even get wood big enough for something this size?

Not to mention the steel ‘ribs’ that hugged the wooden frame like a corpse.

Yeah the name for it was very fitting, and I counted twelve of those ‘Ribs’ on this side alone.

So twenty four in total, just like a human.

Yeah that was so done on purpose.

Hearing a rapid tap tap tap I turned around to see Jamie walk fast towards me.

I had enough foresight to quickly shove the rest of egg into my mouth and then hold the bowl out of harm's way as Jamie ignored personal space and climbed up to perch on my shoulder.

“Are you a parrot now?”

They shrugged.

“Nah, but you do make a good perch, Ronan just falls over and Imik’s shoulder are to narrow”

So the only other ones they could perch on were Yamet and Akeem,

and Yamet for sure would not let them from what I've seen thus far.

“I have no idea if that a compliment or not, but for now i'm choosing to take it as one, also good morning”

“Morning! Also you should go to the Call Of The Damned!

There is a surprise for you!”

A surprise? What?

Would I finally get a useful map to find back to Kamerasca?

Why the fuck did i need to go on another Ship fro that?

Was Cassidy just wanting to see my face when I got it? Maybe.

Also how the fuck was i supposed to get there?

“Uh, Jamie how the fuck am i supposed to get on there?

The Call Of The Damned is like five times as tall as your entire Boat!”

Laying a plank would be awfully steep, if not unclimbable.

Jamie hopped down from my shoulder and walked towards the railing, making a whistling noise that made Images head pop up.

“They got some sort of pulley system, Imugi can just toss you in the basket and they'll pull you up”

Huh, convenient, well a ship that size probably needed something like that.

Imugi whistle-clicked and put her head on the deck, but before I could try to climb on, Shalimar had rushed past me and clambered on top of Imugi’s head, which meant that I had to hold on to the topmost spike.

“I'm coming with! Gotta annoy my dad a little!”

Yeah sure, whatever, as long as she didn't push me off that was fine.

So, holding on for dear life Imugi brought both of us over to the Call Of The Damned where they had already let down a platform to climb on.

Though getting off of Imugi and onto it was a bit difficult as the ocean itself crashed against the ship like the tide against a wall.

Looking up it also seemed to stretch on to the sky nearly forever now that I was so up close.

Someone with magic MUST have helped build this.

Slipping a little, Shalimar grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me onto the platform before giving Imugi a little Kiss as a thank you.

I thanked her for the help as the platform was slowly pulled up, swaying dangerously at some parts.

Going up slowly I wondered how many floors this ship even had, with how big it was surely a few at least.

Also how was it staying afloat with the big metal ‘Ribs’ anyway?

Getting near the top Shalimar did not wait and just scaled the wood, climbing the last few meters and hopping over the railing, which up close was fashioned after bones as well.

They really went all out with the theme didn't they?

Looked scarily real too and I decided not to take a closer look.

Hopping over the railing after the platform was level with it, I was greeted by Cassidy himself.

Who had Shalimar trying to steal his sword so he had to keep her an arms length away by grabbing her head.

“Hello! I hope the ride up wasn't too bad, and excuse my daughter she- Augh! Shalimar stop!”

Shalimar had managed to snag his sword and elbow his side only to run under his arm away to the ladder that led up the middle mast.

“Hell, no wonder her mother left her with me!

Anyway, as i was about say-”

His sentence was once again interrupted by a shrill scream.

“DONOVAN!”

There was only one person that could shriek like that, and turning around there was indeed a familiar redheaded form,

barreling straight at me with no regard for anything in the way.

“ROBIN!”

What was he doing here?

Nevermind, hug first questions later!

He slammed into me and I wrapped my arms around my best friend, slightly lifting the smaller up off the ground.

He squeaked and clung tightly to my neck, refusing to let go.

“I'm so glad you're okay!”

“So am i! Is everyone else also okay? Are you okay? Is Rikaad okay?”

He nodded and muffled something into my chest.

“Mhm, I'm fine! And Rikaad is like always”

Thank fuck everyone was okay! Wait where was Rikaad anyway?

“Where is he anyway? And where is the Victory Rose?”

The little Ginger reluctantly let go of me and pointed to the other side of the ship from which I had come from.

“The Victory Rose is towed to some other ship!

I think it's called Revenant's Vestige?!

And Rikaad is in a Cabin with Nemas and Leon”

Ah, so he was probably planning what to do now with Nemas,

and Leon was probably the captain of the Revenants Vestige.

Robin Grabbed my arm and started Dragging me towards the back part of the ship.

“He's gonna be so happy to see you're okay!

He slept even less than normal!

And he was always looking through a telescope to try and find you!

Well until the ship's Doc told him if he kept staring at the reflective water he'd damage his eyes!”

He did? He’d shoved aside as much time as he could to look for me?

Well, at least he might have learned to delegate tasks now?

“Really? I hope i didn't worry you all too much then, i know i worried about you a lot”

I really had, even though I had tried my best not to think about it.

Robin slowed down and stopped not far from the door he had aimed at, for a moment not looking at me.

“...I- when I saw you fall overboard I thought the worst, but Rikaad assured me you'd be alright,

that you're too sturdy to let that keep you down, especially as Ardua.

I'm not sure how much i believed him, i mean i did see the mast crash onto your head and then you were gone and you didn't resurface, i was just afraid id never see you again”

“You know, I also thought I'd never see you again, After all, when I fell over the storm was still there and I worried a lot on whether or not the ship had sunk.

Ronan had to assure me quite a bit that a big ship like the Victory Rose was unlikely to sink.

Also that mast gave me a nasty bump for sure”

He finally smiled again, hugging me again.

“Who's Ronan?”

Oh right, Robin had absolutely no idea.

“Ronan is the guy that fished me out of the water and then threw an electric eel at me to wake me up”

Robin just stared confusedly.

“He what? Why?”

“Quite frankly? Not sure but i guess waking me up other ways failed, now lets go tell Rikaad im back!

I wanna see his face when he sees I'm alright!”

The little Ginger nodded and knocked on the door before opening it.

“Rikaad! Look! Donovan is back!”

The room was dimly lit, only thanks to a window and Rikaad himself sat at a table with the Captain Nemas of the Victory Rose and someone who didn't look over nineteen and was currently playing with a piece of the table that had broken off, sharpening it with his nails.

Definitely not a captain, and pretty unhappy looking, maybe a captured Pirate?

Rikaad stood up as he saw me, walking towards me and awkwardly standing there for a moment before giving a quick and rather stiff hug.

“I'm glad you're okay, everything still in place? Now i know why Captain Cassidy told us to come onboard and have the Victory Rose towed out of sight on the side here”

Oh so Cassidy did all that just for this to be a surprise? Those guys sure were something else.

“So they did all that, maneuvering ships and not telling me exactly why to get on here aside from some ‘surprise’

just so the Surprise of seeing each other was bigger?”

Rikaad nodded.

“I did suspect he already knew where you were from the way he acted when we asked if anybody had seen you, but i decided not to anger potential allies”

Oh right, the pirate thing was still on, and the main reason we were here anyway.

Suddenly the piece of broken table was flying at Rikaad, who caught it in one hand shortly before it embedded itself in his shoulder without so much as flinching.

I stared at the one that had thrown it, the short haired young man who if I recalled correctly was named Leon was baring his teeth and his face was distorted in an unhappy grimace.

“Do we get to kick ass anytime soon or are we just gonna sit here and yap about it! The longer we wait the less accurate our information gets!”

Something about this young man was off, and then I noticed it, slightly pointy ears, still short and round enough to pass as human, and teeth that had canines just a tad too pointy with weirdly pale brown eyes, nearly beige.

Huh, so Fae blood could get diluted to that point? Interesting.

Also information? I looked at Rikaad.

“Ah yes you don't know our new acquaintance here, This is Leon of Synef, Leon this is my dear friend Donovan Verney.

Leon here is so nice to help us fight the pirates, by giving us a scroll with their plans he had stolen in some harbor”

“Eh, i just wanted some supplies and didn't have money, i took that bag cuz the owner talked shit about me and kicked a cat, so i say deserved”

He Leaned back and put his boots on the table, earning a disapproving look from Nemas.

I decided to ignore the rudeness of this Leon guy and instead be thankful that we had any information at all.

Suddenly Robin piped up again after staring confusedly at Leon.

“So what now? Do you think we could get all our People from the Victory Rose on this ship? I mean it's still partially broken!

Especially after that seamonster took a bite out of it”

What.

“You were attacked by a sea monster? Are you all okay?

What the hell happened while I was gone???”

I wasn't even gone that long! A week at most!

Robin Nodded and then pointed at Leon.

“The seamonster bit a piece out of the railing and then Leon whipped it right in the eye with a rope, and then stabbed its nose with a piece of the broken railing”

Leon let out a loud and humorless laugh.

“Stabbed is good! I bet that thing still swims around with a piece of wood way up its nostrils!”

Well, if it kept the thing from attacking more that was good?

“Ouch, hearing that makes me realize that the run in i had with a Sea Serpent went way better, then again Imugi is tame”

Shame she was probably the only one so friendly.

Robin's eyes went wide at hearing that.

“You met a tame sea Serpent? Where? I wanna see that!

Of course he did, then again who wouldn't?

“Yeah! Her name is Imugi and she actually helped get me on this ship! She's probably back at the Halcyon now though, most of the time she's towing it”

Thinking about it, and the fact that the crane they used to have didn't look like it was made for too heavy things, not to mention on the other side of the ship from where i had been, Imugi must have been the one to drag my soggy ass on the deck when they first spotted me.

Huh, maybe I ought to send her the best crabmeat I could when we were back in Kamerasca as a thank you.

“Can I meet her? I'd love to see a friendly Sea monster!

Ohhh do you think I could pet her?”

Well so far Imugi had seemed to adore any sort of positive attention so she'd probably love it.

“I don't see why not, though we can't exactly get her on the deck here, it's way too high up”

Well, maybe we could ask if they'd let down the platform again, but doing it just because someone wanted to pet a sea serpent was probably unnecessary.

Besides we could always do that later, and then he'd get to properly meet the guys that dragged me out of the water too.

Hopefully they'd go along with each other!

Then Rikaad piped in.

“We will do that later, for now we have a set course, apparently Cassidy already has a plan, which involves having to get ahead of the pirates and leading them through two narrow cliffs and shooting at the walls to get them to collapse”

That sounded incredibly dangerous.

“Are you sure that's a good idea? What if someone misses?

Or they shoot back and make it collapse on us instead?”

They could just as well do the same to us when we got there.

Rikaad slowly nodded.

“I am aware, and i will talk to Cassidy about it once more, i'd rather none of us would get injured”

With that he left, business as usual.

I did wonder why the usually very talkative Nemas was so quiet but glancing at him now that he had his head turned it was clear part of his jaw was swollen.

Was that from the sea monster attack? Ouch.

Then Leon put his feet back on the ground and sprang up, storming out as well with a scroll in his hands.

Probably the one containing the information, Did Rikaad forget it just now? Didn't seem like him.

Or maybe he just didn't need it right now.

Probably the latter.

Nemas just gave a thumbs up at seeing me and then turned to sort stuff back onto the table that someone seemed to have thrown off.

Probably that Leon guy.

“Come on, I wanna see the ship you ended up on!”

Robin dragged me out of the door again onto the deck, where I then had to steer him to the side so I could point at the Halcyon.

“There, you see the smaller boat with part of the railing missing?

That's where i ended up”

Sadly Imugi seemed to be currently underwater and out of sight.

“Ohh, where's the Sea Serpent? I don't see it”

He leaned forward over the railing and I fumbled to catch him as he slipped forward.

“Careful! And i guess Imugi is underwater right now,

i mean that IS a SEA Serpent and not a land dweller”

Also she was probably towing the ship right now even if it was hard to see from the deck of the Call Of The Damned.

“Aww, what color is she? Maybe I can see her later?”

“She's some shade of blue with a paler underside and dark blue back spikes, oh also she's got a pale bony beak as well, but i don't think you can see her underwater”

He seemed disappointed at that, which was understandable, but I'd make sure Robin got to meet Imugi at a later point.

“Don't worry, when this is over i'll just ask if you can pet Imugi, i'm sure nobody will mind”

His eyes went wide.

“Really? Oh that's gonna be so cool!

Did you touch her before? What's the texture like?”

“Texture? Uhh, smooth but also slightly bumpy, also just slick with seawater but that's a given for a marine creature”

There really wasn't anything remarkable about it, it wasn't exactly like fish scales either, more like a turtle if anything.

Well, Imugi did have some turtle like features, namely the beak and the weird flippers.

Sea creatures were weird.

“Sounds nice! Hey now that Rikaad got a new plan do you still have to shift to scare the pirates?

I mean we got like fifty ships now, AND a sea serpent!”

Good question.

“I have no idea, i’d better ask but i'm sure as soon as Rikaad is done thinking everything through hell tell us”

Maybe I wouldn't even have to do anything.

“Mhm, he's always trying to get a hundred percent in anything, but i wish he'd be more open to accept help”

That i had to agree with the little Ginger.

“Same here, i think he just feels like he failed when he cant do stuff himself”

“Well that's stupid!”

Suddenly there was a commotion down at the halcyon, with Imugi jumping on top of the reinforced deck and letting out loud clicking noises.

Ignoring Robin who ‘ohh’ed at the serpent I tried to see what was wrong that could have caused her to react like that.

Ah, Dolphins, so nothing really bad.

No wait, while those things had the same size and color as dolphins they appeared to be something else, and currently climbed up the side of the Halcyon while Imugi tried to smack most of them down again.

The slick body was distantly reminiscent of an otter, with bigger claws and a weird finned tail as well as antennae on its head.

One of them snapped at Imugi and Akeem went between the two, taking the full brunt of a bite.

Thank fuck he was stone!

“Fuck! What are those? Do we have something we can throw?

No wait my aim is bad i’d just hit Imugi”

Robin hid behind me at the sight, half horrified, half fascinated as the strange sailor with the big ass Rooster showed up behind us, nearly completely hidden by layers and layers of fabric.

They held up the Rooster, who was pretty much as big as my own torso and gave it a light poke on the skin flap on its head.

The thing crowed louder than any normal Chicken i had ever heard before and strangely enough the creatures attacking Imugi all let up and jumped back into the water, seemingly quite disturbed by the noise.

“I hate Afangi, they gang up on anything they can”

The Chicken holding sailor spoke, who was probably male? Maybe? And gently set the chicken on the railing where it shook itself before settling down.

Up close something akin to a clawed thumb was visible on its wings and it seemed to have teeth as well.

“Afangi? What? The hell are those things?”

The sailor shrugged, at least it appeared so as the maybe hundreds of layers obscured nearly everything.

“Sea beasties, though they can't stand a Roosters call, so i usually have my feathery friend with me”

They picked the oversized Chicken back up, holding it like a cat even, and walked to the other side of the boat.

“So a Rooster call scares them? Interesting”

“Yeah, I just wish it hadn't been so close to my ear!”

Robin was scratching at said ear and looking over the railing at Imugi again, who now refused to go back into the water.

“Fair, that was probably the loudest chicken ever, if that even was a chicken, i'm pretty sure it had teeth”

“It did? There are a lot of strange creatures here”

Oh there definitely were, and apparently most would fuck you up.

“Yeah after this is over i'm going to avoid the ocean for a bit, fuck im going into the woods for a few days even!”

That made him laugh.

“Can I come with you? I'm tired of smelling like salt!”

“Of course! Hey, is that Rikaad?”

It indeed was, and he did not look enthusiastic, to be fair he never did but now even more so.

But that meant he was done planning right?

“Ah there you two are.

After talking to Cassidy and some other captains we have come up with a plan.

We are not going to sail between the cliffs, but apparently Cassidy knows another good ambush spot and will lead us there.

I wanted to ask you two to go on the ship Donovan was previously on, since they have a sea serpent towing it they can retreat even if the wind is against them and you are probably safest there”

I’d better not mention to him that Imugi wasn't exactly the bravest, besides it didn't really matter what ship we were on but he did have a point with the wind thing.

Also no doubt Robin wanted to get closer to the Sea Serpent.

“Sure, if we manage to get on it from here i don't mind, might as well introduce all of them”

Rikaad nodded and sent us back to the moving platform while Robin watched the smaller ship with wide eyes.

“You think they'd let me pet her?”

Oh for sure, and if we got on the halcyon the same way I left it he'd make even bigger eyes.

“Ask Ronan, he knows Imugi best”

Catching the dark blue fin out of the corner of my eye I had to fight not to smile.

That ought to be a surprise.

As the platform stopped a few feet above the water Imugi’s head surfaced and she whistle-clicked at us while clacking her beak a few times.

“You are so pretty! That's such a nice blue!”

I had to hold the back of Robin's clothing to avoid him falling into the water as he leaned forward to try and pet her.

“Calm down! She's here to get us on the Halcyon! You can pet her later!”

Imugi clacked her beak and did her best to hold still as I helped a starry eyed Robin climb onboard while going back to hanging off the back spikes myself again.

Imugi brought us over quickly and since the Halcyon was so much smaller we could just slide down onto the deck where Jamie was currently using Akeem as a perch again, leaving the other three to manage the sail that had come loose again.

I could hear Imik chewing out Ronan for letting Shalimar help with the rope or something.

Well if her ability to to tie knots corresponded in any way to how she had tied her vest and belt it was no surprise that didn't go well.

“Ayy whos the redhead? Imugi seems to like him!”

Jamie crowed from their perch on top of Akeem's shoulders and I turned around back to face the ocean.

I could see Imugi softly pressing her head Into Robin and making chirping sounds.

Robin himself had the time of his life as he petted the big sea creature.

“Thats Robin! He's my friend,

Rikaad is also my friend but he's still on Cassidys ship”

Both Jamie and Akeem looked up to the ship.

“Yeah i cant see shit, why the fuck did i think i could”

Akeem shrugged, sending Jamie tumbling off with a curse.

“We should focus back on going forward, we are gradually getting slower with the sail locked in position and Imugi hanging onto the side”

He shooed the sea serpent back into the water to the disappointment of both her and Robin but offered to show the ginger how to put the towing harness on.

I hadn't actually seen that yet either, aside from the time Ronan had to adjust it so i followed as well.

Akeem wordlessly went through the motions of putting it on with the ease of someone that had done this a thousand times before leaving again.

Helping Robin sit on the bowsprit, and keeping a good grip on him so he wouldn't fall, he ended up telling me what had happened since he left.

In at least somewhat chronological order too, probably.

He told me how that perpetually angry looking Leon guy got onto their ship and that he'd tried his best to take a first aid course and could now remove fishing hooks out of skin.

Pretty useful, though I doubted that would be common as soon as we were home.

He also told me that the ship's cat, Smokey, was still alright and had taken to sleeping in my hammock for a few days after I was gone.

Huh, so the poor feline HAD recognized that I had tried to help, nice.

He then told the rather harrowing story of when the sea monster had attacked, which apparently had looked more like a weird eel than anything.

When the thing had bitten at the railing Leon had grabbed a big splinter of it and shoved it up the beast's nostril before whipping it with one of the sturdy ropes meant for the crates.

Huh, pretty badass, also apparently the reason why Nemas had a swollen jaw wasn't because of the monster attack but because Leon punched his face ‘for talking too much’.

Ouch, while he DID talk a lot just telling him to shut up would have been nicer.

After he was done it was my turn to tell what happened, simply stating that when they found me Ronan had tossed an electric eel at me and then skipped over to him falling into the eel pit and having to be rescued.

I left out the part where the Halcyon got attacked by Pirates and I nearly drowned with Jamie, not sure if that would upset him or not, or maybe even make him jealous for letting Jamie in my pouch?

Whatever the case, I left it out and instead went to the treasure diving thing, with the found bracelet still in the hidden compartment.

I really needed to remember to get that before we went back home.

And then of course I told him about Kariba island, and what little I had seen of it.

His eyes were wide as plates as I told him it was mainly inhabited by nonhumans.

“Ohhh, I wanna see that! You think we could talk Rikaad into-” His sentence was interrupted by a very loud shout, coming from the Call Of The Damned and was louder than any other Human i had ever heard.

The one yelling was Nemas, apparently having gotten over the swelling in favor of talking again.

“-CRAZY? CASSIDY THAT GRAVES KEEP!

YOU ARE LEADING US TO A DEATHTRAP!”

I looked confused at Robin, who in turn looked confused at me and then we both looked at what we were heading towards.

It was a giant island, barren aside from a few dead trees and seemed to have the form of a nearly ring shaped sickle moon with the thinnest part just about big enough to let the Call Of The Damned trough about four times next to each other

The island itself was made of dark gray jagged rocks and seemed oddly threatening.

And we were sailing right towards it.

Turning around and looking back I could see a fleet of ships that wasn't ours.

Nymra had been off by quite a bit seeing as there were over two hundred Pirate ships close behind instead of just a hundred.

“Oh Fuck”

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #sea serpent #sea monster #Sea of Barmea #ship #ocean #Boat #nsx vore

6 notes · View notes

i-am-hoo-iyam · 1 year ago

Text

@jankybones

I saw the sun and moon upgrade story so I wrote a fan fic story. Moon gets shoes tossed at him and yn has technology trouble. lol.

The reason moon tossed the dangerously heavy helium was the virus and he slammed the projector cuz it was old and broken anyways and he was also trying to entertain the kids while they waited.

A day in the daycare.

“Hey sun! Where’s moon?” Sun sighed. “He has a headache again so he’s going to rest upstairs till Nap time.” The kids looked sad. “Can we wake him up by shouting good morning like we do with you when you’re still charging and it’s playtime?” Sun put a finger to his lips. “Nooo! He needs his rest. The new Helpi antivirus is just making it worse so he needs all the rest he can get!”

A kid took his shoe off and punted it as hard as he could. It went flying into sun and moons room way up right as yn left the bathroom. You know how if you go into a school gym there’s all those balls in the rafters? Kids can kick hard. There was a yelp. The shoe floated down on a helium balloon a minute later. Un and sun turned to the kid. “We just said DONT BOTHER HIM LET HIM REST”.

The kids put pieces together and you could see the gears turning in their lil heads. “So if we get a shoe up there we get a balloon?” Sun and yn rushed from time out. Sun stopped theee kids and yn got a kid before their shoes were off. Two other kids got their shoes off. One, an older kid, punted it hard. It slammed against the curtain frame of the room above the pit. It landed on the balcony. A shaky blue and silver hand reached out and took the shoe. It floated down on a helium balloon with a note thst read “ it was funny once. Please stop before you hit me in the head”.

The kid was grabbed by sun but another one got free. They thought maybe a loud noise would get moon to come out. They popped one of the balloons. POW. Half the kids started crying. Moon stepped out on the balcony. The older kid took the opportunity to kick his other shoe. He hit it square with his foot and it went flying right into moons noggin.

Moons eyes turned red and a big heavy tank of helium went flying out of the balcony. Sun caught it. “YOU WANT BALLOONS? MAKE EM YOURSELF”. Moon stormed back into the rooms above the pit. Sun pit everyone in time out and went to check on moon.

Yn was taking care of a babies diaper and trying to settle the other crying kids. The older kid pulled out a soda and a mentos while yns back was turned, yn focusing on settling the baby and getting a new diaper on. The other kids settled down immediately and gathered around to watch the older kid.

The older kid put an entire roll of mentos in this huge bottle of soda he pulled out of his backpack. He shoved the entire thing in and put his thumb over the opening and shook it hard. He let it fly and it shot across the room making the kids cry from being scared again. It sailed into sun snd moons room.

There was a loud yelp and sun fell off the balcony. He escorted the hysterical kid to the door. He shoved them out and yelled “AND NEVER COME BACK. Oh sorry about him yn. Do you need help with that diaper?

Soon it was nap time. The kids settled into their mats and sleeping bags and fell asleep. Someone coughed. Moon shushed. “SSH”. Yn dropped their phone and it clattered. “SSH”. The vent squeaked. “SSH”. “Moon that was the vent-“ “SSH”. A kid snored. “SSSH”. “Mooon we can’t sleep when you do dat! Shtaaap!” “SSH”.

The kids woke up and looked at moon. “Aw you owkay?” “Noooo that stupid bear is meddling around and giving me a migraine”. Helpy chimes up from inside moons systems. “I told you it would hurt but I would be able to suppress the virus and (insert tech mumbo jumbo here) the make it go away again. I’m almost done… andddddd… done! That virus has no chance of hurting you now!” Moon stopped holding his head. “Oh? Thank you Helpi! I feel a lot better now”.

“Sun my headache is gone! Yn do you need help with pulling up the movie?” Yn shook their head. “I’m ok but thanks”. The projector turned on. Helpi now had orange eyes. “I can pull up the movie for you. Just get your hands off the keyboard and let me do my thing.” He pulled up a video of a man in a metallic beaten up rabbit costume peering over a little girls shoulder as she played an old arcade game.

Yn quickly overrode Helpi with a bypass code and shut the video down. The computer spat out “I always come back” in a dark creepy voice and then started smoking and shut down. Yn yanked the plug out. The computer calmed down. Yn went to the second computer, Jose’s. They pulled up the passcode Jose had given them. They logged in.

Helpi, with blue eyes, popped up. “My apologies. Somebody replaced the movie file and I got confused”. The kids were dissapointed. “Aww I wanted to watch the rabbit movie”. Yn sighed and pulled up the file Helpi showed them. “You sure this is the correct one”? “Certain”!

“This movie sucks! It had words bouncing around and I can’t even read yet!” Yn sighed. The projector had disconnected. Yn banged a fist on it. It shut off. Moon stepped forward. “Here let me try”. He picked up the projector and slammed it against the floor. He put it back. The movie popped up. “See you just diddnt hit it hard enough”. “MOON NOW THE PROTECTIVE GLASS IS CRACKED”.

Sun made moon sit in time out instead of watching the movie.

#fnaf superstar daycare #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #sunny #moon #yn #x yn

2 notes · View notes

msitp · 1 year ago

Text

Chapter 4: In the Middle of Night

Unsure of where I stand currently, I quietly follow behind the bandit shorty. I don’t even see the point of asking his name; him giving a truthful answer seems unlikely. I can’t help tugging at my hair as I say my goodbyes to it as we walk. I don’t recall hair magic being often mentioned in the original story, but perhaps I just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Before I was thrown into this world head first. Practical wise it could just be sold to an artisan to do with what they like. Or this guy just has some sort of link to a hair fetish community; can’t help cringing at the thought of that. Staring at the back of his head where his own hair is messily tied back. It might need a comb but his hair is thick and wavy, it seems much nicer than mine.

As if feeling my eyes, he spares a glace back at me. “Whatever your scheming, can you stop before you stare right through me.”

I widen my stride to catch up to him, “What do you mean schemes?! I’m the one who was robbed and stranded thanks to you.”

“pft- Acting as if your so helpless. I’m still not buying’ it, or should I not count the wounds from that damn bird and you”. He lifts his crudely wrapped arm, practically shoving it in my face.

I can feel my face twitch as before I know it, we’ve begun bickering back and forth. Fighting proving a way to pass the time. The once quiet trek now noisy as we throw accusations back and forth until the sun begins to fall. I expect the bandit to stop but he pushes on, as it gets darker, I begin stumbling more unable to see the forest floor clearly now. I half expect this to be apart of some trick until a sudden flooding of purple light surround us. The dagger in his hand is the source of the light; he offers his other hand to help me up. I have no choice but to stick closer to him, often still catching my self on his shoulder when the roots of the trees trip me. The faint glow from the dagger helps but not enough to make travelling in the dark a real option. I begin to slow down feeling the deep need to quit moving and rest. His rough hand grabs my wrist and he stubbornly drags me further. It pisses me off but I’m getting too tired to care.

The moon comes into view as we come to a break in the trees, a small hut sits in the clearing just visible with the moonlight. A tired grunt of relief comes from him as he pulls me into the hut before finally letting me go. I sit down where I stand, while he uses the dagger’s glow to search for a proper lantern to light. The warm golden glow of a fire light stretches across me as he lights a fire pit in the center of the room. The hut proves bigger than I could tell in the dark, a neat fire place at its center. A hole in the top peak of the ceiling lets the rising smoke out as the fire begins warming the room. I still can’t quiet find the energy to move from my spot by the doorway. Perhaps I’ll find the will to crawl a bit closer to the fire and warm up, but my eyes feel heavy. A smack to my right shoulder only barley keeps me from falling asleep. I hear an annoying voice go from mocking to worried, followed by a sudden sense of weightlessness. When my head hits something incredibly soft everything fades to black.

The smell of something cooking rouses me from my deep sleep, a stinging ache follows not long after from my right shoulder. I bury my face further into the furs I’m lying in as I open my eyes, I shift in the fur cocoon I seem to be wrapped in. Trying to move my right arm shoots pain down my back, I let out a few curses looking around to place my pains blame on someone. Looking guilty the bandit stirs a pot that’s been placed over the fire. When my cursing subsides, he finally glances at me.

Casting his eyes back when our eyes meet. “I’d favour that side a bit, I had to stich you’ a few times. The pots nearly done cooking; I’ll help you up so you can have a bite.”

I’m somewhat taken aback by the sudden U-turn in treatment. He was the whole reason I’d ended up walking half a day through a un traveled forest. Why the sudden guilt now? Unsure of how much I could trust him I carefully sat up on my own, winching a few times when I moved wrong. My shirts are gone; I throw a suspicious glance in the bandit’s general direction. Then try to get a look at my shoulder, which had been covered in wrapping.

“Can’t listen to me for even a moment- Fine I get it, that’s fair. Don’t remove the bandages, the herbs I had to use on you aren’t easy to- “, he seems to stop himself glancing my way again.

If the pain in my shoulder and my tired legs didn’t leave me feeling so drained despite just waking up, I’d nearly want to laugh. This cocky bandit was channeling a puppy who’d just destroyed the couch. Though the couch in this case was my back, the very back I realised, that I’d thrown in front of a dagger. Ah, that’s why. If it hadn’t been due to his dagger, I’m sure he would have tried charging me for his nursing services. My throat feels dry as I try to speak, the guilty party scoops out a bowl and brings it over to the pile of furs I’m lying in.

I take a cautious sip the warm broth, “So you stab me, rob me and I get soup in return.”

“Well, you did jump in front of it, how was I supposed to know you’re a lunatic. Prioritize yourself next time, save me some trouble,” he grumbles but hovers around me. Dark circles around his eyes hint that I was the only one who got any sleep.

“Are you really blaming me?? You and your dumb friends were the ones who broke my ride.”

“If that damn bird hadn’t dived at me, I wouldn’t have even used my dagger!”

“Oh, do people not usually try and protect themselves. So sorry for putting up a fight,” my snarky voice seems to bring him relief as his shoulder begin to relax a bit.

“Division carriages never come this way, I guess me and my lads were a bit too eager. The first time it passed by there was clearly no one in it, I didn’t really plan on you being in there at all.” He doesn’t look my way but I assume this is the closest he gets to an apology.

I must admit, for experiencing a classic bandit robbery a few stiches weren’t the worst outcome for a helpless side character like me. The bandit leader next to me didn’t seem cut-out for the cutthroat role he was playing.

“How about, instead of just trying to steal from the division you go and get yourself recruited instead,” perhaps I can lead this young man on a better path; like a quest giving npc.

He retorts, “I was going to ask you to join my crew. Your sneaky cunning shouldn’t go to waste.”

His comment surprises me as I choke on the soup, “What do you mean by that, huh.”

“Ai don’t pretend to be all innocent now, I suffered first hand at your plots. The entire time we’ve been around each other the only time you showed me your back was to trick me! I might have noticed your wound sooner if you let your guard down for even a second.”

Now he’s back to scolding me? I really can’t get a grasp on this guy’s character at all. Perhaps unconsciously I did keep my right side away from him, but I’m not some crafty rouge. I’m supposed to be a comedic relief support character, at most I might end up in a few towers that my sister will have to save me from. I hand him back the empty soup bowl which he refills and begins to eat from himself, this hut must be one of their hideout spots only stocked with a few necessities.

“I have to ask, did you even leave your group a note.” He pauses the bowl leaving his lips.

“Leading any possible people out of the forest for a fee was a possible outcome. They shouldn’t be worried.”

“Oh yeah. Even though since we both got hurt, there might be blood all about the carriage site. Huh? Did you think of what that might look like to them?”

He looks at me wide eyed, “I really need you in my crew. You think of everything.”

“I’m scared of bugs; I wouldn’t last in the woods more than a day.”

“Ah come on, scared of a few butterflies,” he teases.

“Yes, I hate those little freaks. Disgusting, can’t stand them.” I speak firmly looking him straight in the eyes.

The laughter that bursts from him is childlike and reckless, he nearly spills his bowl as he falls to the floor. After we finish eating, he cleans up the pot and comes to lay down in the furs. He hands me a rather nice looking inner and outer shirt before closing his eyes as if to sleep. I carefully manage to get the clothing on, this time he knows better then to offer to help me.

“These threads are much nicer that the ones I was wearing,” I say aloud only half asking.

He opens one eye glancing at me, “The ones you were wearing had too much blood on them. Can’t bring you to town looking like that.”

I don’t see a reason to complain when he adds, “Those clothes are yours, you know. I took them out of your bag.”

Ah I had avoided going through the original Orion’s bag, I guess a spare change of clothes being in there is to be expected. The fabric is cool and smooth, what you would expect from an ex well off family’s son. I stay quiet for a bit and let the bandit rest for the remainder of the morning. I don’t waste my energy wandering around and stay sitting in my spot on the pile of furs; only when the sun seems to move higher in the sky do I disturb him.

“You might as well cut my hair and stash it while were here. How much farther is the nearest city? My legs might end up hurting more then my shoulder at the rate we were walking.”

He replies smoothly making me wonder if he was milking his nap for as long as I would let him.

“It’s just an hour away now, this hideout is right at the edge of the forest. If we hadn’t gotten here in the night, you might have been able to see the main Divisions Mountain in the distance.”

“Then come on. Give me my free hair cut and then I can get out of yours.”

He slowly gets up lazily moving he collects a few things before coming back to sit behind me. He does trim my hair; I’m relieved scissors exist in this world and he’s not just hacking away with his dagger. He doesn’t take nearly as much as I expect him to. Even taking the time to neatly braid and tie back my hair. It still falls a bit past my shoulders while tied, but I’m happy to have it completely out of my way. Sabine had seemed to find my messy attempt at tying it back an injustice to the long hair. So, she’d made a point of only tying enough to keep it out of my face and letting the rest fall prettily. The bandit’s method felt more practical, and I gave a few approving pats to my hair when he was done.

Seeming proud of his work he gave a few gentle tugs to the hair tie, “Now your hair suits my crew. Since you aren’t ‘anyone special’ to the Division just stick around.”

I could tell he was still curious about who I was to the Division, perhaps his incessant propositions were apart of getting me to talk. I stood up and turned to him, giving a spin I walked to the doorway. He let out a sigh but didn’t seem surprised at how I brushed off his offer.

“I might be nobody but I think I owe the Willow Division a thank you in person.”

“A thank you, what could they have done for you?” He gets up putting out the embers of the fire.

“I was sick and they helped” -I won’t mention it was at the request of the protagonist- “It seems like a group that just does that sort of thing. They can’t be all that bad.”

Finished packing up the bandit joins me at the doorway, “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Come on this way. If you’re going to keep tripping over every root just walk beside me.”

We chat comfortably now as we walk, he continues to try and scout me. I try selling him the idea that he seemed more then capable to try joining a different path. We even talk about the Division; he lives close enough to it he knows all the local rumours. I share a bit of what I know, trying my best to avoid mentioning my knowledge comes from the source material of this world. I guess the ordinary people don’t know much about what the Division does. Stories about how it’s a group full of powerful people who horde secrets seem to do the adventuring guild an injustice. Calling them well trained students who go around collecting information and solving the odd problem, is a much closer summary.

When we finally come to a well traveled rocky path. The mountain the division has carved its home into, rises from the tree line. It seems that the bandit takes me on a tour of the small cities’ outer limits, the town is the biggest I’ve seen. People bustling around the markets as vendors sell their wares. I have no desire to dive into such a busy throughfare but enjoy watching curiously from a distance. The bandit makes no move to part ways and seems to enjoy watching me stare around dazed at the city folk. Before I realise it, we spend a few more hours walking around before he delivers me right to the base of the mountain.

A Large carved gateway declares the entrance to the Willow Divisions head quarters, a few ornate looking roof tops can be seen peaking out from the moss-covered rocks and trees that occupy the edges of the mountain. I turn to offer a half sarcastic thank you to the bandit, but he has already gone without a word. I scoff, such a sudden disappearance suits him. Perhaps he’s rightly gained a fear of the danger pigeon delivery birds that live in the Division.

I stare a bit longer at the unfamiliar trees that smell rich and oddly comforting. I let out a heavy breath before walking past the gate and up to the guard house. Somewhere further in this mountain keep is the main protagonist of this world; as well as all her friends, suitors, and their troubles.

#my sister is the protagonist #msitp #MSITP #ongoing story #original story #writers on tumblr #isekai #portal fantasy #polyamory #queer story #queer writers #transmasc character #transmigration

2 notes · View notes

shizuyotoshisuta333 · 2 years ago

Text

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Night Shift Mayhem (Fem! Night guard Reader x Daycare Attendants)

ShizuyoToshisuta333

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

You get a new job at Freddy's, you expect it to be a normal night shift, but it seems fate has something else in store for you.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

This is a reader-insert type story, so I will write the reader-insert parts like so:

(y/n):your name (l/n):last name (e/c):eye color (h/c):hair color (h/l):hair length (b/s):bust size(chest size) (c/s):clothes size (n/l):nail length (n/c):nail color (l/c):lip color (b/t):blood type (f/s):favorite smell (f/t):favorite taste(sweet/salty/sour/etc.) (f/c):favorite color (s/f/c):second favorite color, (s/c):skin color(f/j):favorite jewel (f/a):favorite animal (f/f):favorite flower (f/w):favorite weather (f/o):favorite ornaments/accessories (it can be more than one.) (o/p):ornament place(hair/ankle/neck/etc.)(If you have multiple, just imagine where they all are.) (c/l):clothing length (c/c):clothing colors(f/d)favorite drink (f/a/d): favorite alcoholic drink

Yes, I know it's a long list. But, I wanted to give as much freedom to the reader as possible.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Chapter 1: Defiance

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎��︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Hello?" I called into the darkness of the unknown room, then I'm reminded how stupid that decision was as I hear a creepy laugh. It sounded like it was coming from all directions as I slowly look up…

And just like that I'm yeeted back into consciousness, the desk lamp blinding me. I wipe the drool off my chin looking down, contract papers scattered around the floor and desk. Picking them up I notice that I've missed one, reading through it I see a line of bold text.

'Fazbear entertainment is not responsible for any harm, death, trama, or any kind of harassment to daycare employee(s) if lights are off in the Superstar Daycare™', "What's that supposed to mean?" I grumble to myself, still half asleep.

I've heard of the Sun animatronic and how it's creepy, but how bad could it be? It's a nanny bot. I've also heard of Sun's night time counterpart Moon and how it's absolutely terrifying, but that's because of it's security protocols, right? I mean Fazbear Entertainment™ must have limiters on it? It would never be able to harm a child, let alone an employee. But if that is the case then why would they stop naptime in the Superstar Daycare™, and why have employees sign this waver?

I shake my head, 'Probably just Fazbear trying to cover their asses.' I think as I leave caution to the wind as I sign the last paper.

･:*₊‧°~[🔆°･:*•.｡⭐｡.•*:･°🌙]~°‧₊*:･

I arrive at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex™ just before 10:30 PM, I enter via the main entrance. The Pizza Plex is still bustling with loud kids and grumbling parents waiting in line at the gift shops, some parents dragging their crying children through the Freddy brand entry gates and out the front doors.

*Hello Fazbear friends! It is now 10:30 PM, the Superstar Daycare™ closed at 10 PM, any Superstars who have not been picked up will now be taken to the security office to wait for a parent or guardian to pick them up. Thank you for visiting Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex™!*

After listening to the announcement I walk up to the gate and tried to open it but it doesn't budge, "Hey you, what do you think you're doing?!" A guard with brown hair asks sternly, "I, um." He raises a brow at me as I stumble over my words.

"New. Work." Is all I'm able to spit out and I mentally smack myself on the forehead, "Excuse me?" He questions with a confused expression, I fumble with my pockets till I find the security badge, I quickly shove it out in front of me like an anime school girl with a love letter and he looks at it for a moment then pulls out his scanner, "Oh! Your Y/n, the new night guard for the daycare." He states and reaches his hand out to me, I take it and shake it, "You already have level 7 clearance! It took me a year to get level 8 starting from level 3, how in the world?!" He exclaims.

"I, um, they just sent it to me in the mail." I squeak, "Well it definitely isn't a mistake, it's listed on your company profile." He comments, "Okay well, I'm Vince. I'll be working with you tonight but not in the daycare, those two give me the creeps. I'll be working throughout the rest of the Pizza Plex, we'll be the only two humans in the building tonight when it closes at 12:00 AM. Since it's Monday the bar in the East Arcade with DJMM will be closed until Friday, so you don't have to worry about drunken fools." He states and gestures for me to follow him.

We walk up to the entry Gates, "To open these you need to tap your badge against the scanner, like so." He States as he pushes his badge up against the black flat surface on top of the space holding the gates, the gate that he was in front of opens up to let him in, he walks through and it immediately closes behind him, "Now you try, we have to see if the badge works."

I walk up to the same gate I was trying to open before and hesitantly put my badge on the scanner, it opens and I walk through, but apparently not fast enough as it pushes me by my butt when it closes behind me, I turn and puff my cheeks at the gate.

I quickly fix my face and turn back to Vince, "Okay so do I need a tour of the whole place or just the daycare?" I ask him, "We'll start with just the daycare, then I'll show you a new exhibit each day, but you will have no need to memorize them. You will only be working in two locations, one location is the daycare, you will work there from Mondays to Thursdays. The next location is the East Arcade, you work there Friday through Sunday, and you will only be focused in the main bar area. In both areas while you are working there, you will be required to perform any maintenance on said animatronics in the area you are currently working, and perform other menial tasks that will be explained to you via company email that you will receive as soon as you clock in. Any other tasks will be informed to you via text, but those tasks have a rare occurrence, the few reasons why you would have a task via text would be; if an animatronic goes rogue, there's an intruder, or Chica is just going through all the trash again in your location." He states as we walk, "And yes Chica goes through the trash, we have automatic sensors in all of the bottoms of the trash cans that activate a half hour after the Pizza Plex closes, you won't get an alert if something is put in but you'll get alert if something is taken out, this was put in place in order to stop her from going to the trash and eating it." He states, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot! " he exclaims as we reach the daycare shutter door with an eclipse on it.

He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out an orange square shaped like Freddy's head, "This is a Fazwatch; you will use it to clock in, receive company issued emails, send repair requests to parts and service, and receive trash indications from trash in the area you are currently in. Also anybody with a company issued Fazwatch can text each other as long as they have their code built into their Fazwatch." He states and fiddles with the watch, he then hands it to me and instructs me to put it on my wrist, " I have already put my code in, code for parts and service, and the code to the main office. Now let's introduce you to the Sun animatronic." He states and we walk up to the shutters and they start to rise.

･:*₊‧°~[🔆°･:*•.｡Pov Change｡.•*:･°🔆]~°‧₊*:･

'Oh, it's time for the strugglers to be taken to the office already?!' I think as Officer Stacy comes and picks up the five remaining kids, "O-Officer Stacy, can't they stay for a little while longer?" I ask her frantically, "Sun, you know they can't stay, it's 10:30, we need to take them to the security office to make sure their parents are penalized for leaving them 30 minutes after daycare hours." Officer Stacy states with a huff, "I-I know but-" I start to say but I'm cut off when the door is closed behind her and the last of the kids as they exit the daycare.

'How rude, we should teach her a lessson.' Moon hisses in the shared mind space, "No. No, I will not, Officer Stacy may be rude but that's no reason to hurt her!" I whine while tugging on my rays and shaking my head, I call the wire and retreat up to my room.

'You're no fun, Sunny.' Moon grumbles, "I'm more fun than you, the little Superstars love playing pretend with me." I state matter of factly, 'Well you're boring me to death, let's watch the security cameras, I'm sure they'll be more fun to watch.' Moon states as he pulls up the security feed, "Moony! You know you're not supposed to watch the security footage unless it's after the Pizza Plex closes and you're doing your patrols!" I screech at him.

'You say that but you like watching the video footage too, so stop being so loud and just watch it with me.' Moon grumbles, I sigh in defeat and link into the same camera he's watching, we watch as a girl tries to push open a gate at the entrance and get stopped by Officer Vince, 'If she's trying to break in, she's not very good at it.' Moon cackles at her dumb effort, we watch as she gets nervous and starts fumbling with her hands, she pulls out a card and bows after shooting it out in front of her, the Officer Vince scans it and smiles then proceeds to show her how to use it.

The gate pushes her forward as it closes because she wasn't fast enough going through it, she turns around and puffs her cheeks at it, "Who is she? What she did just now was so cute! Did you see her Moony, did ya, did ya?!" I ask him excitedly, 'Yes, I did. But I wouldn't call it cute, more like something one of the spoiled brats you watch do when you tell them that they can't do something.' He grumbles, "Moony, why do you always have to be so mean?" I ask him with a pout, 'I'm not being mean, I'm being honest.' Moon states, I huff and refocus on security cameras.

Me and Moon watch as they ascend the escalators and start making their way towards the daycare, "They're coming this way. WAIT! They're coming this way! Oh Moony, we're going to meet them!" I shout as I run around our room in circles excitedly then skid to a halt, "Oh what a mess, I was so worried about not listening to you that I forgot to clean the daycare!" I screech and scramble to the stage leading to the ball pit, I jump off as fast as I can and run to the nearest mess and start frantically cleaning it up. I get done with it and go on to the next messy spot and clean it up as fast as I can, by the time I'm almost done cleaning up the daycare I hear the shutters open and two sets of footsteps walk into the daycare lobby, I hear a voice belonging to Officer Vince.

･:*₊‧°~[⭐°･:*•.｡Pov Change｡.•*:･°⭐]~°‧₊*:･

"This is the Superstar Daycare Lobby, this is where kid drop off happens. You have no reason to be up here unless you are entering or leaving the or stopping Chica from eating trash, your area is the main daycare in the center on the other side of the net. There are two entry points to the main daycare; the slide, which is big enough for children and the daycare attendant to go down, or in the attendance case to climb up to stop rule breakers from climbing up and people who are banned from the daycare from going down. The other entry point it's the pickup area, which is at the end of the staircase. Those big wooden doors down there, those are the main entrance for parent and guardian pickups and employees." He says as he gestures to every place he mentions, we descend down the stairs to the wooden door he was talking about, I silently observe while nodding as he mentions every area, "And now it's time to meet the Sun animatronic, but before we go in there I have to warn you. It can be a bit, um, eccentric and hyperactive." He states and proceeds to scan his badge next to the door.

The big wooden doors creek open and we walk in, "This is the security desk, this is where you spend all of your time in the daycare. The animatronics are not allowed in this area, so we called this the Safe Zone. If you have any menial tasks that you have been required to do, it will mostly be done on these computers. You will also use the computers for supplies restock, and equipment repair, like if one of the generators short, or one of the tables or chairs become broken, or if one of the play structures are damaged, or if they're hook and wire become broken or are malfunctioning." He states and gestures for me to follow him out from behind the security desk.

He walks us to the multicolored mat in front of one of the play structures, "Sun get yourself over here, I have someone for you to meet!" He shouts after cupping his hands together and using them as a megaphone, a giant Yellow robot bounces out from behind one of the play structures and stops as it notices us.

It continues as it starts hopping back and forth between it's leg, "Oh, a new friend, so exciting!" It says as it approaches us, "It's been a while since we met a new friend, all of our Superstars are either regulars or have been here before and only come once in a while!"

"Okay that's enough, I'm going to need you to shut up! I called you to introduce you to Y/n and register them into your database, not to hear you ramble!" Vince states with an attitude, the Sun animatronic stops moving and talking, it's sun rays shrink into it's head a little bit, "Good, now." He states and turns to me, "What's with that look? You look like I just did something wrong, what did I do?." He asks like he didn't just yell at the animatronic.

I stare at him like he just grew two heads, "What do you mean what did you just do, you yelled at him like he just did something wrong. He was just excited to meet me, it's not like he hurt anybody or anything. Sure he was moving around a lot and talking a lot, but that doesn't give you the right to just yell at him like that." I state sternly, Vince looks at me weird because one moment I was fumbling over my own words and now I'm calm, cool, collected, and irritated, "Tch, I can talk to him however the hell I want, he's just a robot. You need to learn your place, level 7, I'm a level 8 so I'm your superior." He snaps at me.

"Yes, you are my superior. But look at it!" I say as I gestured towards the Sun animatronic and it flinches like I'm about to hit it, "It looks like a kicked puppy, if it had a tail it would be in between it's legs right now. No one deserves to be treated like that, even though it's a robot, it's actions are appropriate to your actions!" I state while poking him in the chest, causing him to back up with each poke, he glares at me, unable to come up with a comeback and proceeds to turn on his heel and leave slamming the door behind him, I put my hands on my hips and glare back at him as he leaves, "Good riddance!" I state and rub the filth off my hands from when I shook his hand earlier.

･:*₊‧°~[🔆°･:*•.｡Pov Change｡.•*:･°🔆]~°‧₊*:･

I hear Officer Vince talk in the lobby for a while as I clean, right as I finish cleaning I hear them come down the stairs. The main doors open and I hear them walk behind the security desk, he explains everything in the security area, then proceeds to walk to the story area.

"Sun get yourself over here, I have someone for you to meet!" He shouts at me, I come out from behind the play structure I was hiding behind, acting as if I hadn't seen them walking or have been watching them.

I stop in my tracks as I see her with my own eyes for the first time, 'She's the most beautiful star I've ever seen in the sky!' I exclaim to Moon in the head space, 'I still think she looks like space debris.' Moon grumbles in response, I ignore him and continue walking.

I start hopping back and forth, "Oh, a new friend, so exciting!" I say as I approach them, "It's been a while since we met a new friend, all of our Superstars are either regulars or have been here before and only come once in a while!" I state and stop when I reach a meter exactly from them, because that's how close I'm allowed to be to the employees.

"Okay that's enough, I'm going to need you to shut up! I called you to introduce you to Y/n and register them into your database, not to hear you ramble!" Officer Vince yells with an attitude, I freeze place and my sun rays shrink into my head a little bit, "Good, now." He states and turns to her, Y/n, he called her.

"What's with that look? You look like I just did something wrong, what did I do?." He asks when he notices her facial expression, the moment after he asks that her facial expression shifts to one of complete and utter, "What do you mean what did you just do, you yelled at him like he just did something wrong. He was just excited to meet me, it's not like he hurt anybody or anything. Sure he was moving around a lot and talking a lot, but that doesn't give you the right to just yell at him like that." She states with malice in her voice.

No one has ever stood up for me, not one since we were activated. But she's different, she's like a comet flying into a satellite. 'Moony, are you watching this?' I ask my brother, 'Yes.' Is all he says.

Officer Vince looks at her weirdly, and she just looks back at him with an extreme amount of defiance in her eyes, "Tch, I can talk to him however the hell I want, he's just a robot. You need to learn your place, level 7, I'm a level 8 so I'm your superior." He snaps at her.

"Yes, you are my superior. But look at it!" She says and quickly sticks her hand out in my direction, I flinch as a natural response to her sudden movement, "It looks like a kicked puppy, if it had a tail it would be in between it's legs right now. No one deserves to be treated like that, even though it's a robot, it's actions are appropriate to your actions!" She state while poking him in the chest, causing him to back up with each poke, he glares at her for defining him then turns on his heel and leave slamming the door behind him, she puts her hands on her hips with back to me as he leaves, "Good riddance!" She states and rubs her hands together.

7 notes · View notes

bagheerita · 1 year ago

Note

Ooo what’s “fairy tale” ?

WIP Ask Game

My best friend’s favorite fairy tale is “East of the Sun, West of the Moon.” I'd never heard the story until I met her, but I adore it and I’ve been trying to write a version of it involving my blorbos and/or a different setting for years. If you’re not familiar, I’ve linked the Wikipedia article here, though in general it’s quite similar to Beauty and the Beast. A girl marries a polar bear, but spies on him during the night when he comes to her bed in the shape of a man; when she realizes that he’s human she falls in love with him, but since she looked at him at night she broke the rules and now he has to go marry the troll princess instead. She then seeks him out in the place east of the sun and west of the moon so that they can be reunited. She seek the help of 3 old women, who give her 3 golden objects to help her, and she is transported to her various destinations by the four winds.

My version is John/Todd, starting in a sort of alternate reality “Common Ground” where John is blindfolded, so he doesn’t know that his cellmate and the Wraith are the same until he peeks under the blindfold. I’m not happy with how I’ve translated all the fairy tale elements but, for reasons Todd is taken away by a Wraith Queen and John has to find him. The only part I've actually written is most of the "Common Ground" bits- mostly just retelling the show, so like none of the interesting parts are written lol. I've included the first page or so under the cut:

It wasn't like Kolya had been asking for volunteers, but if someone had to be here, John would rather it was him. He's glad his team made it through the Stargate safely.

The underground passageway feels close and damp as John is dragged down it, tripping and being shoved as he attempts to walk. It doesn't help his balance at all that his hands are tied behind him and the guards have pulled what smells like an old potato sack over his head.

They shove him down to sit against a wall and one of them grunts, "Stay here."

And they leave.

He hears a heavy door close and lock behind them, so they're not just leaving him sitting next to an open doorway where he can walk away, but this room feels more open than the passageway had earlier and he feels less like he's imprisoned. He heard the guards walking away, so they’re not still here watching him and, other than his hands tied behind his back, he's not bound.

So obviously he sits right where they'd left him like a good prisoner. John snorts softly in his potato sack and pushes his way up until he's standing against the wall. He steps forward slowly, listening.

A chain rustles. A knowing voice says, "It is best if you do not anger them."

John stops. No private accommodations in this prison? Figures; Koyla seems like a real popular guy. "Yeah? You have a lot of experience in that area?"

The voice chuckles dryly. "Some."

John makes a face, not that his new friend can see him under the cloth sack. "What're you in for?"

The voice sighs, a long exhalation of air. "I simply allowed myself to be taken alive."

"Isn't that the truth," John mutters. "I might have already jumped the gun in the angering bit," he confesses as he edges his way across the cell, moving slowly and feeling for the opposite wall or any obstructions with his foot. "That guy Kolya is really eager to see me dead."

The voice chuckles again. "That is obvious. You are here, with me."

John snorts. "Kolya probably keeps all his favorite prisoners in here."

"It is rare for him to feel so strongly as to place another prisoner in my cell," the voice observes.

"Aww, now you're just making me blush." John bumps up against the wall and starts edging toward the sound of his cellmate's voice.

But he's interrupted by the return of the guards. "You better stay where we put you," the loquacious one from earlier warns him. "You won't like the surprise waiting for you if you start poking around in this cell."

#answers #my writing

2 notes · View notes

bowieandqueen11 · 2 years ago

Text

Dating Dream of the Endless Would Include...

Thank you all so much for being so sweet about my last two Dream headcanons, here are the dating ones to complete the set (and also the longest ones)!

Also shock horror I know, but I still have about three episodes of the show left so sorry if this is suddenly very out of character lmao I just love him to the moon and back my petty king

This got much longer than I thought it would oops, so any and all comments are much appreciated!! Thank you ily guys I hope you liked my silly similes lmaoooo

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @thekingofkawaii.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Since people seem to love these opening sentences so much and I adore writing them lmao... Dream you pathetic ass cape draping eyeliner scrungle of a wet hissing cat, living for the drama dumbass with the smile of a brick I literally love you in every single way you are impeccable. He’s so stupid bless I want to bonk him with a baguette and give him a big ‘ol hug until he awkwardly shoves me off and mopes away. Well guess what sir, this time you are NOT running away from your feelings you’re happy and in love now biss so guess what you’re getting ALL the fluff ‘cause it’s what y’all deserve.

Dream introduced you to everyone as fellow ruler of his realm pretty much straight after your first kiss (my man intense). As soon as he took you by the hand and led you back to the throne room, his hands settled on your shoulders and turned you to face the erratic shards of the stained glass windows. ‘Everything I have’, you feel him whisper against your ear as soft as mist, ‘everything I am... it is also yours.’ He reaches round to tilt your cheek up, until the back of your head is flush against his chest and he’s able to run his finger down the curve of your neck. ‘If you so wish. I will be yours forever... in both dreams and the waking world. Wherever you need me, or want me. I will be there.’

To be completely honest, too many times he’s been afraid that you’ve still left him, so overwhelmed by everything. All that panic twisting in his gut, only to find you talking over Rose Walker’s dream journal in the library. You’re standing near ear to ear with Lucienne, the two of you bumping fingers and pouring over the contents to understand where exactly her poor brother is, the whole time Mervyn yapping at your side. I mean, they all adore you from the get go: they’ve seen over the last few decades how the mere thought of you has been the only thing stopping Morpheus from spiralling too far into despair. As soon as your feet stepped down onto the whirling sand, you were marked as a pretty integral part of the dreaming, human or not.

Plus, all the ravens that you’ve found encroaching on your roof and landing to hop on your shoulders in the waking world finally make sense. Lucienne was under strict orders to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe at all times.

Or you’ll wander off, and Dream will come sauntering away from the palace and down the winding path towards the House of Secrets, knowing from instinct that it’s where he'll find you. That same tide tugs him forwards forward into the suffocating mists, until he emerges in front of a pile of crumbling dirt and sees your smile alight the dusk, as piercing and ruinous as the sun. Goldie is perched upon your shoulder, squawking and sneezing into your eyes from time to time. You just laugh, and the sound is enough to double Dream over in grievous endearment. Abel is sitting by your right, still half-leaning in the pit as he giggles and continues his wild story about the King of Dreams from long ago. You turn around only when you hear a rare chuckle, finally spotting Dream standing with his eyes crossed behind you, and an amused eyebrow raised at you and your friends’ antics.

You expect him to ask you to leave, or to at least lead you inside, but to your surprise he sweeps his coat behind him and takes a seat on the squishing dirt beside you. He doesn’t settle until he feels his knee rest against your own, doesn’t feel comfortable while Abel continues spouting his story, until you take his hand and cradle it in your lap. It’s cold, almost contorted like the first dawn’s mist against your skin, but even now it shakes in your hold. It almost makes you laugh: the mystical, awe-striking, beyond marvel King of Dreams so terrified of loving you that he’s shaking like a barn mouse hiding from the overwhelming world around it. The same man who had spent over one hundred years locked like a Greek statue behind solid glass, only to be finally brought to his knees by the one thing he could never escape: his soul’s serendipity.

Eventually the clouds begin to roll over the stars, as if the sky’s painter had thrown buckets of brown paint over her canvas and left the streaks of ribbed sand to sparkle across the gloominess. Yet the King of Dreams just sits there, still as stone, not even daring to look down at you despite how much fondness tugs him too. Sometime during the night your head has fallen against his shoulder and you’ve fallen asleep against the warmth of his coat. He doesn’t want to move you, until eventually he leans down to kiss your head. He joins you in some of the sweetest dreams he can muster: the two of you lounging out amidst a field of flowers on the eve of spring. The firecracker reds and warm sugar plum violets frame his smiling face and the glimmer in his eyes as he lies admits the reeds, gazing up at you. He begrudgingly allows you to weave daisy petals into his hair, after a while of him running after you through the meadows and picking you up, holding you hostage in his arms until you promise not to tell his family about it.

Speaking of, when you eventually get to meet his sister Death, she loves you just as much (or even more) than her brother does straight away!!! She just immediately wraps you up in a big, excited, squealing, full body hug before tugging you off by the arm and leading you off towards the coastal market. She leaves a very confused and huffy Dream to fend for himself for a while, or perhaps gives him the time to visit his old friend Hob at the New Inn. She leads you to her favourite quaint ice cream parlour, where the two of you spend the afternoon sharing a sundae as siblings do, out on the arching thatch seats. Eventually she squints through the sunlight to look at you a little more seriously. ‘That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen my brother, like... ever I think! Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. He’s had enough time to sulk about, it’s good to see him look himself again.’

You and Dream reconvene in the square and spend the rest of the day feeding his treasured pigeons. He keeps looking at you out of the corner of his eyes with that twitching-lip smirk, with all the stars and constellations in the universe burning in them. He tries to be smooth, stealing a pinch of your baguette and throwing the crumbs at you, just to be able to wipe them off. His slender fingers brush over the pulse point on your neck like butterfly wings flitting over the dawning petals of a blooming rose. Then up to your chin, then gliding upwards till they’re hunched, tracing over the outline of your lips. Your heart fizzes as he leans down to kiss you for the first time ever in public, his frame shadowing you, yet bottom lip so welcoming and caressing as he brushes between your own.

Too often has Lucienne walked into the throne room, only to have to clear her throat to try and get Morpheus’ attention. He has his coat wrapped around the two of you like an inky bat like cocoon, sitting together on his throne as you read through the latest census. He stops every so often out of wild amusement when you gasp and point out a new entity. In pride at how well accustomed you’re becoming to his work that he carefully kisses your forehead and leans his own against it.

When it’s raining he’s the type to look confused at first as to why you’re shivering under your jacket and trying to run under London arches. Eventually it finally clocks in his head and he takes his coat off, holding it over your head during the whole journey to your destination, getting soaked himself by the smacking downpour nonchalantly. It’s a kind of second nature, to protect you, that he doesn’t even bat an eyeliner lined eyelid anymore. It’s innate and as natural, easy to him as dreaming.

Sometimes you’ll find Dream skulking around the palace steps like a disgruntled skunk recently kicked out of a bin, still upset after the events with John Dee. Lucienne and Matthew have attempted every possible solution to talk him out of it, but you’re the only one who can bring him back round. The only presence in any realm that feels more like himself than he does. The only one that understand his every idiosyncrasy, every twitch of his face, until you’re sitting by his side as one entity. He’s too stubborn to ever admit it, but he does indeed like it when you trace your pointer finger down the tip of his nose before tapping twice against his lips as if mockingly chiding him. He always peers down above his bottom lashes with wide, almost crossed eyes as he tries to follow you, but it does ground him again. Eventually, without anything even being said, he groans and jumps up to a stand with a ‘thank you, you’re right... of course... my dream’, and then saunters off again as if he owns the catwalk.

He tries to take you out to visit other dreams, even though you’re still terrified of the waters. He slides his fingers between your own, pulling them up to rest above his heart on the docks. He carefully and calmly talks you through everything that’s about to happen, and how he will be in control of every whiff and whim that could occur. He’s still a dramatic ass though, so before he’s even finished counting down to one he’s pulled you off the decking and into the swirling depths. In the darkness, you grasp onto him like a lifeline as he pulls you further down into the macrocosm than you ever thought possible.

It is worth it though... perhaps after a lot of snuggling and apologies from Dream. You end up in the dreams of young Irish man: one who hopes to become a zoologist after his time at university. You get to enjoy a peaceful night in a canopy beneath the stars, lying side by side with Dream as he points out the constellations that swirl gold like koi fish in the grand pond of the sky. He’s still not quite used to physical touch, which is why he seems to start and flinch back when you wind your arm to rest and rub above his abdomen. He’s spent so long... so so long never really getting much attention, or care from his family, so you’ll have to coax him into realising he can trust and relax in your presence. He does eventually let his guard down after a few hours of cuddles, until he eventually slides to sit up and falls dramatically over your knees. It’s the first time he’s ever allowed you to play with his hair, lying there in the darkness as normal lovers set alight do.

I mean, you’re family, right??? Dream begs you to come along to the family get together dinner (mainly so he can have a sparring partner of equal wit and finally get one up on his sibling Desire). He swaps the placards said sibling placed around the fire-lit table so you’re sitting next to him instead of Delirium. Between meals Dream takes your hand under the table and places it on his knee, stroking his thumb over your palm to try and calm himself down. Desire catches wind (thanks to an eagle eyed Despair), and makes some bitter laced remark with a growl of their lips, flick of their hand and sip of their red wine. This ends up with you lunging for him over the candelabra, with Death barely holding you back and Dream leaning back in his seat with a grin so wide on his face he looks like a smug, satisfied cat lmao

2K notes · View notes

rubysunnday · 4 years ago

Text

artemis and apollo

Requested by Anon - Hello! I love your bridgerton sister fics! I totally get if your too busy with requests but I would love a fic where the sister is put in some kind of danger (a guy is harassing her or something) and her big brothers save the day

A/N: this isn’t a part of my 1.5K celebration but I’ll shove it in with them. I throughly enjoyed writing this.

It was terrifying.

Eloise was with her - and complaining about it every other second - but that didn’t change just how terrifying it was.

Everyone was looking at her.

Which, considering she was a Bridgerton and was, apparently, the ‘Diamond’ of that season, was understandable.

It was still terrifying.

“They’re not going to eat you, Y/N,” Colin whispered, a cheeky smile on his face as he leant closer to his sister.

“They might,” Y/N replied, shifting fractionally closer to Colin. She felt safer with her brother’s around (mainly because they intimidated any man who came within five feet of her). “Men could be predators. In fact, I think they are.”

Colin chuckled and grabbed her hand. “Stop panicking. I won’t leave your side, ok?”

“Unless Mother makes you,” Y/N replied, ever the pessimist. “I just... I don’t trust people I’ve never met. Especially men I’ve never met before. It’s a woman thing,” she added, noticing Colin’s slightly blank look. “I trust you and Anthony and Benedict to look out for me but once I’m engaged in a dance with a man, there’s no escape.”

Colin nodded. “Message received - do not leave you alone with strange men and do not let you dance with strangers.”

Y/N elbowed her brother in the stomach and he let out a grunt that turned a few heads. Colin coughed but straightened his waistcoat and cleared his throat.

“I think that was slightly unnecessary,” he muttered.

“I disagree,” Y/N replied haughtily. “I think it was entirely deserved.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh and tried not to let her disappointment at being forced to attend the ball obvious.

“Oh, hello,” Colin whispered into her ear. “Prince Nikolai is coming this way.”

Y/N perked up. Prince Nikolai was a distant nephew of Queen Charlotte and, perhaps, one of the sweetest men she’d ever met. Whilst Y/N and Nikolai had reached an understanding that neither one wanted to marry the other, they were still good friends and often danced with one another at balls to pass the time.

“Miss Bridgerton, Mr Bridgerton,” Nikolai greeted.

Y/N curtsied. “Your Royal Highness,” she said, standing up. “How are you tonight?”

“I’m very well, thank you Miss Bridgerton.” Nikolai looked at Colin. “I was wondering if you I could do you the honour of being your first dance tonight?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Of course, Your Royal Highness.”

Y/N took her arm out of Colin’s and accepted Nikolai’s. She gave her brother a brief, fleeting look as she headed for the dance floor and Colin gave her a reassuring smile in return.

“I do hope you don’t think me to forward, Miss Bridgerton, but I’ve heard some rumours regarding the Earl of Suffolk.”

Y/N closed her eyes momentarily. “Oh, yes. Him.”

The Earl of Suffolk was a presumptuous, prick of a man. He thought himself better than everyone else and assumed he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Y/N, being the diamond of the season, had attracted the Earl’s attention. He’d put himself forward as a potential suitor and had even proposed and whilst a more naive girl than Y/N would be attracted to his title and money, Y/N suspected something wasn’t quite right with the Earl.

All it took was Anthony and her mother to ask around before discovering that the Earl’s ex-wife had died under mysterious circumstances two years previously. They'd only been married a year and it was rumour that his wife was barren.

Anthony had immediately put his foot down and refused the Earl’s proposal. Y/N had been grateful for her big brother but with the Earl still lurking around - and apparently very angry at the Bridgerton's - Y/N dreaded running into him.

“Did I speak out of turn?” Nikolai asked, looking at her in concern as they slowly danced around the room.

“No, no,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “My brother, Anthony, took control of the situation but something tells me that the Earl isn’t going to give up so easily.”

“If there’s anything I can do to assist you, please let me know,” Nikolai said, flashing a smile at her.

The song ended and Y/N smiled at him. He escorted her off the floor but was immediately overwhelmed by the debutantes and their mothers.

The mention of the Earl of Suffolk had put Y/N back on edge. She kept to the side of the room as she tried to make her way to her brothers, keeping her head down and hiding amongst the numerous guests.

She spotted Benedict in the corner with Eloise and turned to go in his direction when she spotted the Earl obviously looking for a Bridgerton. He spotted Benedict and began marching over to him with a furious expression on his face. Not wanting to be caught up in the argument that was sure to follow, Y/N turned on her heel and headed outside onto the terrace.

Outside was significantly cooler than inside. The sun had only just set and the moon was lighting up the terrace in a cool glow. Dotted around the terrace were numerous fire pits that lit up the gardens and provide enough light for an unchaperoned walk around. There were also a few footmen and servants outside including a lone violinist who was playing a soft tune.

Taking a chance - and assuming she would be watched by the few people and servants outside - Y/N descended the stairs to the garden and walked around it.

It didn’t have tall, sprawling hedges, merely short ones dotted with flowers or bunches of holly. There was a beautiful statue of Artemis set in the middle of the rose garden and Y/N found herself staring up at it in admiration.

Y/N and Colin were both big fans of the Greek mythology. Colin, being a man, got to study it in detail at university and upon his arrival home had imparted everything he knew on to his younger sister.

The two had spent hours together reading numerous stories and staring at paintings of the gods and goddesses.

Y/N had found herself relating to Artemis. The goddess of wild animals, the hunt, chastity and childbirth, Artemis had become a symbol of protection to Y/N and she’d tried to model herself on the myth.

“Miss Bridgerton, there you are.”

Y/N froze. She closed her eyes and forced herself to turn around and look at the Earl of Suffolk.

“My Lord,” she said, forcing herself to curtsey to the man. “What can I do for you?”

“I wondered if we might have a word?” The Earl said, stepping closer. “It’s just... your brother -”

“The matter is settled, Your Lordship,” Y/N said, stepping back. “My brother made my wishes, and his, very clear to you.”

The Earl tilted his head. “Do you think yourself... better than me?”

Y/N sighed softly, not wanting to take the bait and incite the man. “I think I should head back to the ball.”

She tried to walk past him but he snatched her wrist and pulled her to a sharp halt.

“Let go of me!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to pull away.

“You will marry me, Miss Bridgerton,” the Earl snarled, pulling her closer. “Because you will have no other choice.”

Y/N felt herself panicking. Panicking so much she wasn’t sure what to do. She tried to wriggle out from his grasp but his grip was tight and painful.

The Earl held her tight against him and Y/N did the only thing she could think of.

She kicked him in-between the legs.

The Earl grunted and immediately let go of her as he fell to his knees.

“Y/N!”

Y/N turned around saw her three brothers running towards her from across the garden. She quickly made distance between herself and the Earl and all but flung herself into Anthony’s arms as he reached her side.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking her in the eye.

Y/N nodded even though her entire body was shaking. “Yes, I am now.”

Anthony nodded and gave her a quick squeeze. He handed her over to Colin as he and Benedict approached the Earl with matching steel cold looks on their faces.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Colin asked, tilting her head up to check she wasn’t injured.

“I’m fine, Colin,” Y/N promised, resting her head on his chest. “A little shaken but still in one piece. He didn’t get far enough to do anything,” she added.

Colin hugged her to him tightly and kissed her head. Y/N turned her head slightly and glanced behind her at the statue of Artemis.

The sound of a fist hitting someone’s face turned her attention back to the Earl and she tried not to look too pleased at the beating his face had taken from her two brothers.

“Come on,” Anthony said, shrugging his coat off and wrapping it around Y/N’s shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

Y/N reached over and grabbed Benedict’s hand as Anthony guided her across the garden and towards the side gate. Her three bodyguards protected her from anyone who was watching and soon they were walking down the front stairs to their carriage.

Benedict helped Y/N in and then sat on her right, Colin on her left. Y/N, who usually nagged her brothers about personal space and forced them to sit opposite her, said nothing. She shifted down in the seat and dropped her head on to Benedict’s shoulder, pulling Anthony’s coat tighter around her shoulders.

Anthony climbed in and sat opposite them with unhidden fury on his face. He glanced at his sister and it all disappeared, replaced by a soft and concerned expression.

Y/N smiled at him and nodded once. She reached out her foot and bumped his leg with her toe, reassuring him a bit more.

Benedict moved fractionally closer to Y/N and she felt herself feeling ever so thankful for her brothers.

Just like Artemis had Apollo, Y/N had Anthony, Benedict and Colin to protect her until her dying day.

#bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton sister #bridgerton!sister #bridgerton!sis #sister!reader #platonic imagine

2K notes · View notes

shapeshiftinterest · 2 years ago

Text

Bets And Bells: sun x moon x monty (CH 4)

based on THIS pic i drew

monty meets moon during their security route and sun finally has a speaking roll

story under the read more

Bets and Bells (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Monty paced outside his greenroom, grumbling to himself. He forgot the pizzaplex was getting a deep clean today when a group of staffbots and their janitor leader swarmed his room at 2AM. The gator had just enough time to snag a few knickknacks that would have registered as trash before being booted out.

He couldn’t even hang out with the other Glams; all the animatronics were getting system updates and his appointment was last. Not to mention his tail was acting up since yesterday. Getting the DJ to juggle him was totally worth it, but waiting for his turn was soooo boring!

The bassist huffed and started stomping over to Kid’s Cove. He’d been meaning to explore it for a while so why not now?

Kid’s Cove

“Wonder ‘f I could get away with taking one of these...,” he muttered under his breath, staring at one of the treasure chests strewn about the area . If he emptied out the coins he could get more plushies to shove in his room; his closet was getting a little full anyway.

Before Monty could think about sending a message to one of the deep clean coordinators his audio processors picked up the sound of... jingling? Wait-

“Hello~.”

“OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!” Monty screeched, stumbling back and falling on his tail. Oof, yeah that’s broken; sucks to be the P&S mechanic who had to fix that later.

Moon had basically jumpscared the poor gator by rapidly dropping upside down from the ceiling and stopping right in front of his face. The cove’s cable was artistically twisted around their left leg for balance. Not that Monty was paying attention what with currently having the equivalent of a robot heart attack on the floor.

Moon froze, staring upside down at the Glam, hat miraculously still on their head. Monty stared back.

“... pfff hehehe.”

Moon snickered, shoulders shaking from trying to hold back. One hand covered their mouth as they untangled themselves from the cable and gracefully dropped down.

‘Moony!’ Sun chastised from their headspace. ‘It’s, pfff, it’s not nice to laughahaha!’

Moon sent them a smug ‘>;3c’, prompting their partner to burst into a fit of giggles. ‘SNRK!’ Sun choked out, fumbling for composure. ‘Oh my stars, you’re terrible.’

‘And you’re a hypocrite, Sunny Sun. uwu.’

‘Stooop! XD,’ Sun whined, fake pouting. ‘Meanie Moonie, go help Mr. Montgomery.’

‘Only after you admit it was funny, Sunny~’

‘Ok ok. It was pretty funny when he got startled hehe.’ They rolled their eyes, blowing a raspberry at their other half when Moon sent them another smug cat emote. ‘Now go go go! We still haven’t told him why we’re here yet!’

Moon suddenly scuttled closer, but before Monty could react they plopped down on the floor next him, criss cross apple sauce.

“Uh.”

“We’re sorry for scaring you, Mr. Montgomery.” Moon said, picking at a loose thread on the carpet. “We just wanted to thank you for the new uniforms; thought it was ok to give you a little startle since you did it last time.” They picked up his shades, which had fallen off when he stumbled, and offered them to him.

Monty blinked and felt his face. Huh, no wonder everything looked brighter. Taking the shades from Moon he grinned and put them back on.

“Heh. Not gonna lie, y’got me good, lil guy.” Monty said, shooting them a finger gun. “The new threads look good on ya. Nice t’see P&S didn’t skip out on our deal, wouldn’t wanna be seen as a promise breaker now would I? Gwahahaha!” The bassist amiably thumped Moon on the back a couple times.

Moon lurched forward at the force and gave a little grunt, hands gripping their knees to keep balanced. Oh wow, validation from a Glam; could this day get any better?

“Y’know y’all can just call me Monty though, right? Everyone already does.”

Well stars n’ garters, apparently it could. Sun was doing cartwheels and squealing in their headspace.

‘Oh. My. GOODNESS!!!’ They grabbed Moon’s conscious and started shaking it, bells jingle jangling and echoing all over the place like crazy. ‘HE’S GIVING US PERMISSION TO SAY HIS NICKNAME, MOONY!!! AAAAAHHHHH I’M SO FLIPPIN’ EXCITED!!’

‘Sunshine, calm down! You’re making us blush!’

True enough, Sun’s excitement was transferring over, half of Moon’s face was glowing a little and getting stronger.

‘Sorry, sorry! I’m just so- so- a;lsd;LSAKDFJ;ALDK;lasLKJL;kLASDAS!!!’

“Welp, speakin’ of P&S, it’s almost time for my update. See ya later, darlin’.” Monty made to stand but almost toppled over if Moon hadn’t caught him midway. The two looked around to see the gator’s tail bent at a few weird angles.

Huh, how did that happen?

Moon stiffened at the sight, eye lights shrunk to pinpricks as their face plate darkened. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no no no no. They’d injured a Glam. It was one thing to damage the Daycare Attendant, P&S didn’t care much about them anyway. But a Glam?? One of the main band???

Inside their headspace, Moon smacked their head with the palm of their hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid Moon. He was going to get decommissioned. Oh Faz, he was going to get Sun decommissioned. Moon’s grip on Monty tightened as they panicked.

“Uh, darlin’?”

What were they going to do? They were head of security, what kind of security guard injures the coworkers they’re supposed to be guarding??

‘Moony, breathe!’ Sun called out. ‘You’re fine, everything’s fine!’ His counterpart whined internally.

“Moon!“

“Hngk!”

Monty’d smacked both clawed hands on either side of Moon’s face, forcing them to focus on him. “Dude, don’t worry. My tail was already messed up before I went to Kid’s Cove. Y’just busted it a little more is all.”

Moon started shaking. Wow Monty, way to go; wordsmith of the year over here. A real smooth operator.

“Tell ya what, let’s make a deal. You help me get to P&S in the next few minutes, and I don’t tell anyone you scared me so hard you helped break my tail a little. ‘Kay?”

Moon nodded, calming down. Sun took a breathed a sigh of relief. His partner tended to overthink to the extreme sometimes.

“Cool. So how’re we doing this? Do I lean on you or- WHOA!”

The Daycare Attendant wasted no time in scooping the other up princess style and calling for their cable. Once it was secured and they made sure Monty was holding on, they bounced a few times before leaping into the air and ‘flying‘ towards P&S.

“This is awesooommeeee!!!” Monty yelled, his mohawk getting mussed by the wind. The two touched down in front of the elevators, Moon figured they might as well just keep carrying the Glamrock all the way since it’d be faster than helping him walk.

"We know you said it was fine, but we’d like to apologize again for accidentally hurting you.” They said, letting him down in front of the P&S entrance.

“It’s fiiiiine.”

“But we-”

A spark went through the bassist’s mind. “Actually,” Monty said, tilting his head to the left and tapping his chin with blunt claws. “There is one thing y'could do that'd make us totally square.”

The jester’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “What is it? We could fly you around again, or, or-. Bandaids!”

Moon started counting on their fingers what they thought they could do. “We have first aid in our chest cavity. We usually kiss booboos better for the little comets but we don’t think that works for robots... Mmmm, only Chica can ingest food so Moondrops and Sundrops wouldn’t work on you. Uh-.”

“Whoa whoa, cher. Nothing like that.” Did they really just offer to kiss his tail better? Pfff, man these guys were a riot. “I was just wonderin’ if you’d be fine with me keeping your old bell is all.”

“Our old... bell?” The Daycare Attendant’s face plate spun in confusion. “You still have it?” To be honest, they’d thought the Glamrock had thrown it away or lost it. Or maybe it’d gotten snatched by one of the cleaning crew or children. Kids sure did love shiny objects. Heck even their assistant, Nina, loved to hoard little trinkets that fell around the craft area or into the lost and found.

“Yeah, I uh, y’kno.” The bassist scratched the back of his head. It sounded kind of weird now that he was saying it out loud. Stupid Roxy, forgetting how bad he was at lying on the fly. Yep, it was totally all her fault. “It’s shiny an’ round. I like the sound it makes.”

HHHHHhhhhhh stop explaining, you idiot. You’re making it worse! Monty could feel his servers heating up as he rambled. Oh Faz, he couldn’t stop. Shut up, shut up, shut uuuup!!

Moon tugged the cap over their face as Monty kept talking. In the dark lighting, Monty could clearly see the left half of their face plate glowing through the fabric. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward.

‘Say yes, say yes, say yes!’ Sun chanted, flapping his fists in excitement. Their rays were spinning out of control.

“You can keep it.” They said, interrupting both animatronics with a slightly muffled voice. And before the gator could say anything else (please no, let the convo die with some grace), Moon blurted something about finishing their patrol and they were gone.

The only evidence of Moon being there was the sound of jester bells getting farther away and, at one point, the animatronic tripping over a fallen endo in their haste.

BONUS:

chica is finishing up her appointment, freddy is in a recharge station, roxy just got out of her update

roxy: what the fuck kind of train wreck did i just watch with my own 2 eyes

monty, muzzle hidden behind his claws: shut uuuup

roxy: what happened to lying about the bell. oh my god were you flirting with the daycare attendant :D

monty: LEAVE ME ALOOOONEEE ( /)////(\)

roxy: this is amazing, i’m telling chica once she’s done charging

monty: /groans/

side: moon tries to copy ch 1 monty in this in a permission/ example kind of way

like when you’re not sure if your friend is ok with being called babe and then someone calls them that and you’re like 'ah! that nickname is ok for them!’, except with sneaking up on each other

23 notes · View notes

anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

Note

Hey! I love your writing so much! Would you be open to write something about Azriel with a fae in Velaris who his shadows actively seek out and he has no idea why. I imagine that she works at a large library and that's where they meet because Azriel would go to figure out what was so special about her. Thanks!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: implied smut, drinking, men being gross at bars (doesn’t go into detail), mainly just fluff and awkwardness though :)))

a/n: I rlly like this one so I hope you do to!! comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

-----------------------------------------------------------

Azriel was standing with Cassian in a small street in Velaris. The ground beneath him was cobbled and all the houses in this area were brightly coloured, the sun seeming to shine brighter over them. They were waiting for Mor as she demanded they help her buy Rhysand a birthday present, desperate to get someone, anyone a good present. She was in a small local shop after Cassian suggested that he would love something from any small business and Cassian let out a groan as he realised she had wandered deeper into the shop. They had already been waiting twenty minutes for her.

“I’m going to drag her out,” Cassian said pushing off the wall and Azriel huffed a breath through his nose.

“Please be quick, don’t let her scare you into staying.” Cassian threw a rude symbol over his shoulder and Azriel grinned reservedly.

He let his gaze travel over more of the houses, his gaze catching on a white house with blue accents, and a blue balcony where a girl sat sipping an orange drink from a large glass and reading a book. He observed her for a while, she was sat curled in a straw chair with a colourful cushion and there was soft music coming from her house, her hair was down and natural and her face was clear of makeup as she soaked in the sun, wearing a males oversized shirt and some knee high socks.

Feeling his stare on her she looked up, grinning cheekily at him when he flushed red and lifting her glass to him in greeting. He was saved from further embarrassment though when Cassian came out, dragging a triumphant Mor who was holding up a purple, silk shirt and bottle of wine. Cassian made a gagging face behind her back as she linked arms with both of them, dragging them down the road and chatting their ears off about the kind old lady from the shop.

As they left Azriel dared a final glance over his shoulder to the girl from the balcony who was still watching him, cocking her head, and waving as he left. As they walked home, choosing to enjoy the sun, he heard nothing of what Mor said, completely focused on the girl from the balcony.

When they got home Mor winnowed away to hide her present and Cassian made a comment about Mor’s unique ability to always get horrendous presents. They walked through the door and Feyre instantly looked up from her spot of the sofa, gaze narrowing at Azriel.

“You look different.” She said and Rhys looked up too, frowning when he saw Feyre was right.

“What did you change?” he asked as Amren walked into the room, her head tilting.

“Nothing.” He said defensively as everyone stared at him, not enjoying the way everyone was looking at him now and wishing he could be alone to daydream about the pretty girl he had seen.

“Haircut?” suggested Nesta but he shook his head.

“I haven’t changed anything!” Mor was back now too and had joined in staring, gasping when she realised.

“Where are your shadows?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” Cassian said, sitting down next to his mate as Azriel felt for the shadows that followed him, feeling a rush of white-hot panic shoot through him when he couldn’t feel them.

“Wait what? Where are they then?” Rhys asked and he shook his head, searching for them and frowning when he felt them far away.

“They’re still in Velaris, they must have just stayed somewhere,” he tried to explain.

“Is there another shadow singer in Velaris?” Amren asked and Rhys shook his head.

“Not that we know of,” Azriel felt a flood of relief as his shadows flew back in, almost sheepishly and settled around him, whispering complaints and apologies, as he wondered what had kept them.

You had frowned when the handsome, winged male had left, rather enjoying the eye candy. Your friend walked back outside and took her seat opposite you, as you placed down your book and picked up your Apperol Spritz.

“You just missed the hottest male I’ve ever seen.” You said, laughing at her as her face fell completely.

“Why didn’t you shout for me!” she screeched, and you flung an olive pit at her head,

“He would have heard me idiot!”

“Well did you at least get a name?”

“No but I made prolonged eye contact and I think he got the message.”

“The message being?”

“That I would like to marry him and have his babies.”

“Ah makes sense,” you were laughing together as she carried on with the story she had been telling you about the cute Faerie at her work when you felt a cold feeling settle around you, strange given you were still sat in the sun. She stopped talking, giving you a weird look.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as you shrugged.

“I’m not,” the feeling moved, and you realised you were surrounded by shadows, alike the handsome man you had just seen. Your initial anxiety slipped away as they started playing with your hair and caressing your skin alike a lover would. “Hot boy had shadows like this,” you commented, and your friend gasped, eyes wide and a hand over her heart as she sighed.

“Maybe you’re mates!” you rolled your eyes, relaxing into the shadows touch.

“I don’t think my commitment issues can take that,” you joked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“That cynicism is going to be the death of you,” she said in a singsong voice before downing her gin, “Now onto important matters, Rita’s or The Marine?”

Two hours later you were completely dolled up, lips red and eyeliner smudged, heeled boots elongating your legs and your all-black outfit making you look intimidating enough that you wouldn’t be bothered by gross men.

“We’re fae, why do you dress like a vampire,” your friend asked, the two of you already slightly buzzed from pre’s.

“Cause vampires are hot and I’m hot so it’s a match made in heaven.”

“Also she has a blood kink!” your roommate shouted from the bathroom and you threw a shoe at her.

“Bitch.” You said, laughing as she came out and the three of you stood to leave.

“Am I wrong?” she asked, and you shoved her, muttering a small no under your breath.

The three of you made your way to Rita’s and got in the queue. You leaned against the cold, brick wall when you saw him again, similarly dressed in all black and somehow looking even better under the light of the moon, his tanned skin glowing in the pale light. He caught your eyes, his face barely changing as he lifted his hand in a half wave, you nodded your head up with a smirk. Your friends followed your gaze, both gasping slightly as they caught sight of him at the end of the queue with his friends.

“Is that hot boy?!”

“Uh huh,” you smiled cheekily at her, “And I call dibs.”

“I get why you want to have his babies,”

“Wait you know him?” your roommate asked, and you shrugged with a smile. “How the fuck do you know the high lords shadow singer?”

“I get around,”

“He was outside earlier today,” your friend translated as the three of you moved into the club, instantly heading to the bar for more drinks.

“That too I guess, shots?” the three of you ordered six vodka shots and you laughed at your friends’ reactions to them.

“How do you enjoy this,” your roommate squealed as you tipped your head back, smiling at the familiar burn.

“Feels good,” you said, taking your second.

“Sadist.”

Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were again, your bare face swapped for dark makeup, and loose clothes swapped for a dress he desperately wanted to see on his floor. At first he wasn’t even sure it was the same girl, your style so different, but it was. And he had waved. No cool head tilt like the one you gave him, no sultry eyes, and pouting lips, just a stupid wave. And then you had laughed with your friends and he decided he needed the sound bottled, something to keep with him at all times.

You had walked inside without so much as a second glance and Azriel had to refrain himself from slamming his head against the wall.

“Who were you waving at?” Amren asked, the small women appearing next to him.

“Just someone I met earlier.” He didn’t want to get into the details, especially not around Cassian who would tease him relentlessly if he heard. Amren, thankfully, dropped it as they moved into Rita’s, his eyes instantly finding you at the bar, two empty shot glasses next to you as you laughed with your friends.

He moved with his family to a table that pretty remained reserved for them as Rita came to get them some drinks and see if they wanted food. He only half listened, ordering a Scotch as he watched you as you and your friends moved to dance together, completely enamoured by you despite not having said anything to you.

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and focused on his friends and his drink as they laughed into the small hours of the night. He kept stealing glances at you, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you leaning against the bar waiting for drinks as a male leaned too close to you. He almost stood to intervene when saw you lean in close to the man, meeting Azriel’s eyes over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Azriel wished he could hear what you said but you were too far away, and the music was too loud, but whatever it was, the male turned white and scampered away, almost tripping over his feet as you giggled.

When it happened this time he noticed, feeling the coolness of his shadows leave and he watched as they travelled over to you, wrapping around you, and making you look like an angel of death. You turned and caught his eyes, winking at him before grabbing the tray of drinks the bartender had laid out for you and sauntering over to your friends.

“Is she a shadow singer?” Feyre asked, following his gaze and he shook his head, feeling a smile come over his face as he watched you interact with your drunk friends.

“No I think they just like her,” his high lady smiled at him,

“You mean you like her,”

“I haven’t even spoken to her.” He said drily and Nesta leaned over,

“Love at first sight,” she said in a singsong voice making him roll his eyes.

“This isn’t a romance book,” he said, huffing as a crowd moved in front of you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

“You tell yourself that,” Feyre said, patting his knee.

An hour later, when most the club was empty, you were standing, swaying slightly with your friend leaning on you.

“No baby, no more you’ll throw up again,” he heard you coo as she reached for a drink that was left on someone table. She huffed but you passed her into the arms of your other friend, and he sat up straight when he realised you were coming over to him.

You bowed your head slightly at Rhys and Feyre as all his friends turned to stare at you, your gaze unfaltering and your back straight as you looked at him.

“I think these belong to you,” you said, gesturing to the shadows swirling around your arms.

He tried to fight his blush, pulling them back in, “Yeah, thanks..?” he trailed off and you finished for him.

“(y/n).”

“Azriel.”

“Well Azriel,” his name sounded divine on your tongue, and you shot him another half-smile, “see you around.”

The next day, he was up only three hours after he fell asleep, desperate to find you. He wandered into town, usual leathers swapped for a white shirt collar peeking out of a dark sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets as he found himself wandering down your cobblestoned street. He looked up to your balcony and considered throwing rocks at the glass doors like in one of Nesta’s romance novels but paused when he saw all the lights were turned off.

Instead he chose to wander into the shop Mor had been in the previous day. The room smelt old, and he could see the dust moving in the morning light as he walked in. An old lady was behind the counter and she smiled as she recognised him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked as he came to stand in front of her.

“I actually had a question,” she motioned for him to continue, “Do you know where I could find (y/n)?” he asked, and she smiled a knowing smile.

“Interested in my granddaughter are you?” she asked, eyes sparkling and Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, “She works at the library in the square, I’m sure you’ll find her there.”

He thanked her and she waved him away, knowing she would get to hear all the details next Wednesday when the two of you met for tea. But until then she was happy to watch the handsome man leave to find you.

He flew to the library that your grandmother had mentioned and walked in. This was always one of his favourite places to come in the city. The bookshelves were tall and overflowing, candles covered the room, and there were huge glass windows on the far wall that cast the room in planes of light. He walked around for a while, letting his shadows lead him until he found you with a pile of books in your arms that you were going to return.

You smiled when you saw him, dressed in a black dress with lots of daisies on it that went halfway down your calf, a black cardigan, and black boots. Your hair was held back in a low bun, but you had strands falling out making you look impossibly cute, and he almost said as much as he moved to take some books from your arms.

“So are you stalking me now?” you had asked cheekily, and he stammered when he realised just how weird he looked.

“No, no I…”

“Relax I’m teasing, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

“You are?” he asked, relaxing slightly as you stood on your tiptoes to put a book on a shelf.

“Yes, you’re very pretty,” he laughed, and you smiled at him, your eyes creasing.

“Well so are you,” he replied as you turned to face him, “But you do keep stealing my shadows and I’m wondering why that is?”

“I’m stealing them am I? I just presumed that you were very mean to them and they wanted someone else,”

“They’re spoiled,” he joked, watching as they trailed up your arms and you giggled,

“You speak about them like they’re pets.”

“You’d be surprised how accurate that actually is,” he muttered as you moved to the next aisle and your laughter bounced of the walls, wincing slightly due to your drinking induced headache.

He went to help you with more books when his fingers touched your hand and the word hit him, mate. You looked up at him shocked before giggling.

“I guess that’s what the shadows meant,” you let out an ‘oomph’ as suddenly the shadows shot forward, pushing you into his chest and Azriel looked at you.

“I have a mate.” He repeated to himself.

“And I have commitment issues so this might be rough,”

“It’s fine I have attachment issues,” he replied, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, “Match made in heaven.”

“More like hell,” you joked as he leaned down to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he practically whispered, lips almost touching yours as his wings circled the two of you. You nodded slightly and the two of you stumbled back from the force of the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as yours wove into his hair, grinning against his mouth.

“Azriel,” you muttered between kisses, pulling back slightly only to just be pulled right back in. You repeated his name again, successfully pulling away this time as his lips attached to your neck.

“Az, we’re in a public library.”

“So?”

“So we can continue this when I’m off work,” you shoved him off with a laugh as he grumbled, before pulling you in for a final kiss.

“What time?” he asked.

“My shift ends at three,” you smiled as he looked at the clock.

“It’s only eight,”

“Maybe wait at your house,” you laughed at his expression, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before walking off, shooting him a smirk over you shoulder.

Only six hours, fifty-nine minutes left.

#acofas #acomaf #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #acowar #acofs #acosf #rhysand

518 notes · View notes