#lightner!reader

[bookof-xreaders]

Anon Asked:

Kris with a best friend in Chapter 1? Like, after Kris gets back, their best friend walks up to them like “dude where the hell were you???” And Kris is internally debating on whether or not to tell them there is an entire kingdom inside of storage closet

This is a funny concept, so I'm gonna write a headcanon list for this. If you wanted a fic, please specify!

I also apologize for how long this request took! So sorry!

Kris Dreemurr & Reader: "Where were you??"

It had been hours since Kris had disappeared from the classroom with Susie, with the two of them being grouped up for the projects. With her reputation, you had grown increasingly concerned for your friend.

You finally found them after school, wandering around town with her. It was a relief to see them okay, but you wanted to make sure.

Dragging them away from Susie, you started to interrogate them. Where were they? Why were they gone so long? Why were they hanging out with Susie?

Their first response was in defense of Susie, explaining that they were friends. You were a bit confused at first, but accepted it once they asked you to join the two of them.

The other questions were a bit harder to answer... And then they got the idea to just show you why.

After walking around for a bit, they decide to head back to school to... walk into the storage closet? Susie seemed excited about the idea, but why? Is this another prank?

Turns out, it wasn't a prank. It was much weirder.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

OMG I’m so excited! ok ok how about a Lightner x fem reader smut, he takes her from the shop (like he did Cleo but the reader is Cleo in this situation) and she can’t help but talk back and sass him and he finds good use of her filthy mouth (����) rough and cussing!! choking? (Srry I’m crazy)

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FLITHY DESIRES

lightner x fem!reader

reader is of age , i kinda see her as a friend of the Pogues who sticks around to support them as they are younger , maybe like around rafe’s age (21 or so) , I do love a good age gap , he calls her sweetheart 🤭 , lower case intended, SMUT !

I’m gonna be so fr, I only partially follow the ask🫣 i sorta had my own thing envisioned and rolled w that instead. so sorry!! but it’s smutty and it’s at least something!

“NO, NO, STAY HERE. I’LL DEAL WITH THAT.” you happily offered, resting a hand on cleo’s shoulder. the girl paused her movements, looking up at you with hesitation.

“are ya sure? it’s my job, i can do it.” always the hard working woman that took responsibility cleo was, not even blinking at the offer to make her life a little easier.

taking a look at pope’s sleeping figure next to her you only smiled, gently pushing her back down into the hammock. “stay. i’ll deal with the fish, you just get some sleep.”

cleo let out a mixture of a defeated and tired sigh as she cuddled further into the comfortable bundle of fabric. “okay, then. just let me know if you need any help.” you nodded reassuringly, turning away to head down the dock before your wrist was suddenly caught. “oh! and my peppers move ‘em, or else they’ll dry up.”

you chuckled lightly, nodding in understanding. “move your peppers and feed the bait fish, easy.” you gently pulled away, watching as she sunk into pope’s side and fluttered her heavy eyelids shut. your footsteps were quiet when moving through the dry grass of john b’s yard and eventually to the crooked wooden boards of the dock. nothing but the sound of water and crickets filling the air, peace, such a foreign thing for the pogues.

reaching the small shop, you maneuvered your way through the dark, hands stretched out to assure that you didn’t bump into anything. looking down at the small tank of water you caught a small glimpse of the bait fish swimming around. you smiled gently, moving behind the counter to retrieve a plastic container of cheap fish food.

you were utterly oblivious to the very faint sounds of footsteps approaching, or the sudden arrival of a stranger as they lurked in dark. you even hummed, happily giving the hungry fish their food before closing up the container and putting it back in it’s place. it was then that you could no longer deny the presence of someone else as the man suddenly grabbed you.

his arm tightly wrapped around the entirety of your upper body, immobilizing you from even attempting to get away whilst his other hand clasped across your mouth, muting any noise. you fought as much as you could, thrashing and fighting against his strong grip. it didn’t realize exactly what you were doing until he let out a low groan into your ear.

“stop that.” his voice was deep and rough, enough that it sent shivers down your spine. you movements faltered slightly, in the midst of your weak attempts to escape his grip you been grinding your ass directly onto his dick. as immoral as it was, it was his only sign of weakness and you’d rather hump against him then potentially risk your life. so, you continued, even arching slightly so your movements were full of purpose. whatever his name was, he didn’t like it. suddenly he was pushing you forward and bending you over one of the counters. “i told you to quit it.”

“fuck off.” your muffled words attempted to snap, but it was no use against his large hand that kept it’s place. you shifted ever the slightest, the best you could in such a position. there came a point where you had hit a specific spot, letting out a moan before you could even stop yourself. your movements froze, eyes widening as your face went warm.

he chuckled from behind you, leaning down to breath real close to your ear. “now you’re just doin’ it on purpose, aren’t ya sweetheart?” you let out a pathetic squeak, still not moving. somehow, it was deemed a good enough answer for him. the man moved, his hips thrust forward, testing the waters almost. you tried your best to hold back any noise, only a heavy breath escaping your nose. “i bet you want this, don’t you?” another thrust of his hips, much stronger this time, and forceful. you let out small moan, pressing your forehead into the wooden countertop in utter embarrassment.

what the hell were you doing? this was beyond wrong, you were disgusted in yourself for being in such a position but realized, you’d stopped fighting. now it was just your body making it’s own mind up. fuck, the stress of dealing with six reckless teenagers had distracted you from your own personal life. were you really this desperate?

“if i remove my hand, will you scream?” he suddenly asked, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. a chance to call for help, to get you out of the irreversible mistake you’re gonna make, all of that handed to you on a silver plater and you only had to nod. the man’s hand slowly slid off your lips. a slither of light at the end of the tunnel, one you could sprint to until you reached it. and yet, as the light touched your fingertips, it vanished. you didn’t let out a single noise. not a yelp, not even daring to breath too loudly. he was rummaging through the pockets of his cargo pants, keeping a bruising grip on your hands.

within the moment of silence you mentally processed what had occurred in a span of five minutes. you had only caught a glimpse of this guy before you were all over him like a animal in heat. keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? from the foggy blur, he didn’t seem too bad. you subtly began to move your head, peeking over your shoulder to look at him.

fuck. he was hot. it gave you a strange sense of relief, he may have been a evil asshole who hurt your friends but at least he was hot.

the rip of duct tape snapped you out of the daze. it nearly made you want to take that chance of freedom, but by then it was too late. cheek to cheek, the material was stuck to your face, muting you once more. “how you feelin, sweetheart?” he asked almost mockingly, chuckling at the sound of your muffled replied. “perfect.” layers of the tape bounded your wrist together, allowing the man’s hands to be free to wander. “look at ya.” he muttered, running a rough hand down your back until it reached the rounded skin of your ass. he paused, squeezing the flesh gently before slapping it with force. if there was a slight sting through the denim of your shorts, you didn’t even want to imagine what it felt like bare. you gently squeezed your eyes, subconsciously moving backward so you could get back that bit of friction that was enough to wind you up. he caught your hips, squeezing them with another huff of a laugh. “easy there, sweet. i’ll getcha what you want.”

you whined, letting out a huff through your nostrils. if you were going to commit such an act of treason, it might as well be as quick as possible. it didn’t want this movement to drag on too long. you felt a hand reached around, unbuttoning and unzipping you shorts, then he hooked his fingers onto the waistband and slide them down slowly. once the denim pooled at your ankles you heard him unbuckle his belt. strangely, of all the things that led up to that moment, the small noise of metal clanking excited you the most. he waisted no time on himself, removing the tight pants in seconds. Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling enthusiastic.

he pressed his hard cock that was still in the restrains of his boxers to your clothed pussy, like he was warning you. he groaned gently, playing with your (luckily) pretty panties to tease you before he did anything. then he reached around to rub your clit, making soft circles that definitely were felt but didn’t satisfy. you needed more. and that’s what you tried to communicate as you shifted around and whined into the tape. he only pressed harder and faster circles, forcing out a moan from you. you pushed further, rubbing your ass to his hard-on.

“i hear ya, sweet thing.” he mumbled, pulling his hand away, leaving a disappointed emptiness in your stomach. “I’ll give ya what you want, but no screamin’ that you can’t take it.”

there was the a couple of indistinguishable sounds from behind you as you awaited for him. then, he slid your panties to the side, running his tip through the wet folds. you gasped as much as you could with the tape covering your mouth, relaxing into the counter—which by now, it’s uncomfortableness was just a blur in your mind. he tapped his cock teasingly before he was shifting to line up with your hole. you would’ve given him all credit of being a potentially good man despite the things he’d done with the way he slowly eased into you. inch by inch of his thick cock into your cunt, a delicious stretch that made you clench your eyes shut. that was until he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, any thoughts of him being gentle with you being thrown out the window.

“fuck, you’re a tight little thing aren’t ya?” he cooed, contradicting his harsh thrust from moments before. he repeated the motion of pulling out slowly, then pushing himself back in with a brutal force. he didn’t pause like the last time though, he gained his pace, a fast one. you couldn’t think straight with the way he was snapping his hips, the slap of skin on skin meeting your ears. the guilt that once overflowed inside you began to drain as you found something much more desirable to fill you up.

the thought about how shitty this was is definitely still there, but now it was nothing more than a nagging thought you’d rather not let get in the way of your orgasm. as much you disliked being so tied up, the tape quieted your uncontrollable moans that definitely could’ve been heard from a mile away if it wasn’t there. you wanted to grip something, something to bound you to reality as the pleasure felt far too fictional. but you only could dig your nails into your palms, heavily breathing through your nostrils as the noises continued to spill out.

“fuck.” groaned the mysterious man, grip tightening around your hips. you’re going to be full bruises that are going to be hard to explain. “such a good girl.”

that’ll do it.

you let out a noise that came from deep in your throat, not being able to resist. he was pounding into you harder if that was even possible, hitting a spot that had taken your vision and made it white. as if it couldn’t get any better, his rough hand you’d grown to love went back to rubbing hard circles on your clit. this time, they were more than satisfactory. they had you seeing stars. at the feeling of you clenching around him he let out another groan, thrust slowing but never stopping. he tip was still grazing the spongy spot deep inside you, each time it grew more and more sensitive as you neared your climax.

you couldn’t even stay still anymore, your legs barely held you up as you quivered with the feeling of you teetering on the edge before eventually falling. you chest heaved into the counter, not even realizing you’d started sobbing with pleasure until a tear ran down your cheek. the man had pulled out just seconds after you came, stroking himself until he spurted out ropes of cum onto your ass. the low groaning in your ear had distanced as he lifted himself off you. you could hear him catching his heavy breaths, adjusting himself back into his pants.

you contemplated what to do. not exactly planning out the aftermath. luckily, you didn’t need to think much before he was reaching down to pull up your shorts. a gentlemen, despite absolutely ruining you just earlier. he tugged you up, forcing you to stand up straight before he turned you around to look at him. for the first time you were directly staring up at those dark eyes, and if he wanted to intimidate you he’d only needed to stare the way he was doing now. your face grew warm, embarrassment seeping into your skin.

you winced as he ripped off the duck tape, tossing it to the side without ever taking his eyes off you. you didn’t flinch as he hand lifted to slide along your jaw before it eventually tangled itself in your hair. you made a noise of surprise as he tightly gripped your locks at the root, pushing your head closer until his lips met yours. he kissed with such force and power that it reminded you of his thrust. it was just the way he was. strong. you did your best to melt into the kiss, attempting to give back that same passion but could hardly compete against him. he pulled back, trialing his kisses down to your jaw, then your neck, shifting back up to graze over your ear.

“don’t think i’ll stop coming after you because of this.” he threatened sharply, “you’re not safe and neither are your friends.” with that he let go of his tight grip, whipping out a pocket knife to slice the tape on your wrist and then he was gone. his boots heavy against the wood as he marched back onto his boat, not uttering another word.

you could only stare, watch as his boat disappeared into the waters. you felt dizzy, like all of this was a dream you would wake up from. you ripped off the rest of the tape from your wrist, tossing it in a nearby trash before rushing to do the whole with the peppers that cleo requested. you couldn’t stop thinking about the situation, each detail replaying in your head as you left the shop and began down the dock, back to the house.

cleo and pope were still resting peacefully in the hammock, another thing that tripped you out. they just casually slept here while you were getting fucked inside the shop? you rubbed your tired eyes, trudging through the yard and into the home. walking into your room you let out a sigh, not knowing what to do with yourself. the best thing was to get cleaned up, change clothes and go to sleep.

but even then, he haunted you in your dreams.

THIS WAS NOT SPELL CHECKED! apologies for any mistakes.

[limitedattennaspam]

Here's another quick section of the upcoming fic, a Tenna x Reader prompt, specifically the fluff/comfort section.

“Ding ding ding, we have ourselves a winner!” You beamed, trying your hardest to mimic your- The thought ground to a halt with cartoonishly squealing tires. Could you really call this man - who believed not entirely inaccurately that he was just an old television, existing for the sole purpose of being used by humans for entertainment - a friend? Knee-jerk reactions tended to be the most indicative of one’s true feelings.

Yes.

Tenna was your friend.

Friends looked out for each other.

You didn’t like seeing a friend upset, and this was kind of technically your fault.

[torchiiko]

keep thinking abt rewriting my spamton fic bc id love to revisit the concept with my updated characterization but i would need an understanding of pacing. & i would need stuff to fill in the blanks with. & also my name is torch "can only do 1 project at a time" iiko. so the cafe remains closed another day

[bananasplit133]

Dial T for Tenna

Ant Tenna/Reader

Summary: You’re hired to be Tenna’s emotional liaison—a corporate stress ball for a TV star known for explosive tantrums. Despite his fierce resistance and fear of losing fame, you patiently absorb his outbursts and fears, slowly earning his reluctant trust. Your job isn’t to fix him, but to keep him afloat—and somehow, that makes all the difference.

AO3 link

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“ WHAT!? I DON’T NEED AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT LIGHTNER! WHAT WOULD THE AUDIENCE THINK?! ”

The figure with the TV-shaped head practically shrieked , his screen flickering wildly between harsh static and a burning red glow. His fists slammed onto the glossy conference room table with enough force to rattle the papers scattered across it. The higher-ups remained unmoved, their faces trained in professional calm — clearly, this wasn’t their first time weathering one of Tenna’s infamous tantrums. One of them even exchanged a knowing glance with another, their patience worn but not broken.

“Mr. Tenna,” a tired voice finally cut through the tension, a middle-aged woman adjusting her glasses with deliberate slowness. On her blouse rested a nametag labeled ‘Kairos.’”Her tone was firm but not unkind, the kind of voice used when dealing with someone prone to theatrics. “You had a breakdown on-air last week because your intro jingle was played in mono. What do you think the audience thinks of that?”

Tenna’s screen dimmed slightly, like a flickering heartbeat. He threw his head back with a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, as if protecting himself from the words. “It wasn’t a breakdown! It was a performance piece ! ART, I tell you!” His voice cracked somewhere between indignation and desperation. He pivoted to glance sideways at the conference room windows as if searching for some invisible applause or sympathy from the empty hallway outside.

The woman’s lips twitched into a small, unconvinced smile, but her tone hardened as she pressed on. “You almost stepped on a spectator during one of your... outbursts.” Her voice had an edge now, the kind that cuts through denial like a knife.

“We were lucky that… Mike, was it? … was quick to switch to the standby screen. There are still people who attended the live show and thought the whole thing was part of the act,” she said, her voice lowering. “But it wasn’t. It was chaos, and it could’ve ended badly.”

Tenna’s flickering face shifted into something almost like regret, but it was swallowed quickly by a flare of defensiveness. “They didn’t understand the nuance of the moment,” he said, voice dropping to a low growl, “the audience loved it. Or at least, they should have.”

You sat silently in the corner, clutching your clipboard like a shield against the storm of static and emotion filling the room. You studied him— him , the man called Mr. Tenna—livewire in a cheap suit, a walking television set full of ego, noise, and drama wrapped in flickering static. At least, that was what the audience saw. What they didn’t see were the cracks beneath that flashing exterior, the meltdowns nobody talked about. You wouldn’t be here if he were fine, of course.

Clearing your throat, you stepped forward, voice small but steady. “Hi. I’m—”

Suddenly, he whipped around with a jolt, screen flashing erratically like an angry broadcast signal losing control. “ You’re the therapy human?” His voice dripped with revulsion and disbelief, and for a being without eyes, you could’ve sworn his gaze was burning right through you.

You forced a slight smile, trying your best to seem friendly and approachable despite the electric tension crackling between you. “I prefer emotional liaison, actually,” you said, hoping that a little humor might ease the edge. You had about… one day until you’d be working together, and starting on good terms seemed like the smartest move.

He recoiled as if you’d slapped him, the static on his screen suddenly buzzing louder. “ You prefer being a corporate babysitter ?!” His tone was scandalized, almost theatrical in its outrage. “Do I look like I need coddling?! I am the FACE of this network!” His fists clenched so tightly you thought the cables behind him might snap.

A voice muttered from the back of the room, barely audible over the static crackle but impossible to ignore: “And that face almost squashed a person to death last Thursday.” A dry chuckle rippled through the others, but Tenna’s flickering screen turned cold, as if stung by the reminder.

He growled lowly, almost threateningly, but something in his body language softened — a tiny, imperceptible shift in his posture. Did he shrink a bit or are your eyes playing tricks on your mind? The glare flickered for a split second into something unreadable, before the storm of static roared back louder than ever.

The room fell quiet after the comment, a heavy kind of silence that made your skin feel tight. You gripped your clipboard tighter, your fingers digging into the edges without realizing it.

Tenna’s screen flickered with static, and though he didn’t have eyes, you felt the weight of his glare like heat pressed against your skin. The higher-ups exchanged tired looks but said nothing—this wasn’t the first time they’d had to deal with one of his outbursts, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

The tension in the room was thick, like everyone was waiting for him to explode again or collapse entirely, but he just sat there, fists clenched on the table, his screen pulsing red with every shallow breath you could almost hear.

Finally, Kairos cleared her throat, her voice low and even as she broke the silence. “Tenna, nobody’s denying you’re the star. The ratings speak for themselves. But the breakdowns, the outbursts—they’re starting to take a toll on the show and on you. You can’t keep going like this and expect everything to hold together.” Her eyes met his flickering screen with a steady calm, like she was trying to get through to him without triggering another meltdown.

Tenna wheezed in response, a short burst of static crackling across the room. “Breakdowns? Those were.. performances . If I toned it down, the audience would lose interest. They’d stop watching. Th - They can’t stop watching…” The faint white glow pulsed beneath his skin, quicker now—like a warning light struggling to stay steady.

Your fingers tightened on the clipboard.

You’d read the reports. Watched the clips. Heard the stories. You knew the warning signs. The shift in his tone, the flickering of his screen, the flickering red bleeding into violent static. The pitch of his voice was climbing now—desperate, not loud.

……

“They’d stop watching…”

That was it. That was the trigger.

You could see it happening like slow-motion—his shoulders rising with tension, screen pulsing erratically, hands twitching like they were trying to grasp onto something real before his mind unraveled. You could practically hear the wires buzzing behind his eyes.

This was it. Your cue.

You stood up slowly.

Tenna didn’t notice you at first. His fingers dug into the table, his voice sputtering out through waves of static like he was buffering his own panic.

“Th-The screen goes black, the audience stops caring, and then what? Will i just be forgotten forever?!”

His screen flashed violently now, looping between half-rendered animations—laugh tracks, applause, then sharp cuts of color bars and a black void with a lonely “NO SIGNAL” bouncing like a screensaver. It wasn’t just theatrics. It was fear.

Real, raw fear.

You set the clipboard down and took a careful step forward. “Hey…”

No response. His hands trembled, static warping the air around him like heat off a broken screen.

Another step.

“ hey ... big guy,” you said again, voice a little louder, but still soft. Not confrontational. Not challenging. “Take a breath.”

His head snapped toward you like a spotlight locking onto a performer mid-show. His screen froze on harsh red again. “What do you know about it? You don’t get it—people used to wait their whole week to see me! Prime time! I was the moment. Now people skip through me. Speed me up. Mute me. Forget me.”

He was spiraling. You could see it in the way his screen blinked so fast it was strobing. Another step. You were close now.

You raised your hands gently—like you were approaching a scared animal. “ Mr Tenna…”

“Don’t,” he snapped, but there was no fire in it. Only static. “Don’t say it’s okay. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

You were right in front of him now. Up close, he was still a tad taller than you, and when he wasn’t yelling, he looked… small. Like something burnt out behind the glass.

“Listen,” you said, “TV isn’t dead.”

His screen flickered into confusion.

You kept going. “Yeah, it’s changed. Sure, people scroll and tap and speed things up. But there’s always going to be people that love the screen. Who wait for a broadcast. Who feel something when a jingle plays just right. Hell…”

You gave a small, sheepish shrug, voice quieter now. “Even I still watch TV.”

His screen glitched.

“…You do?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Call me old-fashioned. But sometimes I just want to sit down and get lost in something. No skipping. No rewinding. Just letting a story carry me.”

His shoulders loosened, just slightly. The screen faded from red to a low, pulsing blue.

“I don’t want to replace you,” you added. “I just want to help you stay on the air.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then he let out a sound—not quite a laugh, but something close. A wheezy, half-scrambled chuckle, like an old VCR trying to play a warped tape.

His head tilted to the side, and his screen flickered again. A soft glow. A little animation—a TV with legs sitting on a couch, popcorn in hand.

“…You’re weird.”

You smiled. “Maybe a little.”

He slumped back into his chair with a mechanical sigh, one hand running down the side of his screen like he was physically powering himself down. The static fizzled out, leaving only a dim, flickering white glow.

“Fine,” he muttered. "This didn’t happen. I wasn’t about to short-circuit or whatever you think you saw. If anyone asks, I was just... adjusting my contrast settings.”

“No promises,” you teased, tapping your clipboard gently. “But hey… thanks for not melting down.” Looks like your first paycheck will be an earned one.

He gave a soft static hum in response, barely audible.

Then, just before the silence could stretch too long, his screen lit up with one final message, typed in clunky, retro font:

THANKS FOR WATCHING.

And this time, it wasn’t sad.

…

The static fizzled out.

Silence hung in the air, but this time, it didn’t crackle with tension. It was something softer. Tentative. Like the room was afraid to break whatever fragile truce had just been formed between chaos and calm.

Then a chair scraped quietly. Papers rustled. The higher-ups began shifting in their seats, murmuring among themselves in low voices, their once-stern faces now marked with something that might have been relief.

Kairos tapped the end of her pen against her clipboard, eyebrows raised in something close to approval. “Well,” she said, standing slowly. “That went… better than expected.”

“I thought he was going to overload again,” someone muttered.

“Or throw the table through the glass,” another added, half-joking, half-serious.

Kairos didn’t smile, but her expression softened as she looked at you. “Not bad, liaison. You might actually survive this gig.”

Another higher-up leaned toward her, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear: “Good call on this one. We might’ve found the right match for him.”

You didn’t say anything. You just nodded, still standing beside Tenna, whose glow had dimmed to a low white hum like a set left on in a dark room. He didn’t speak again—not really. But his screen flickered faintly. And that was enough.

The suits filed out slowly, muttering updates and schedules to one another, the crisis seemingly defused for now. You picked up your clipboard, still warm where your hands had gripped it earlier, and cast one last glance at Tenna before turning to follow them out.

As you reached the door, you heard the softest burst of static behind you—almost like a whisper.

“...Don’t be late tomorrow.”

You smiled without turning around.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

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PART 2

[2000sangel]

Hii! May I request some Tenna headcanons with a lightner reader who helped patch him up after the “Incident”? Maybe with a little pining? Gender neutral reader works just fine.

Thank you for your time!

HEY waves excitedly...I loved this request! I fear I might've misinterpreted it a bit though, so if you want a continuation or something my inbox is open for you to tell me, and specify if you wanted something else T_T !!

Still, I hope you enjoy regardless!

WARNING for Ch. 3 ending spoilers !!

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Tenna x Lightner Reader - Patching him up Headcanons

✰ You understand the anger the others must be feeling towards the Knight, you really do. Though you can’t find it in yourself to run after them, at least not until you’ve made sure that Tenna is somehow okay. You won’t be left behind, you figure, so it’s only fair that he doesn’t either.

✰ By actual miracle, he’s still holding on when you find him, and although the thought of healing somebody in such a bad shape scares you you push your insecurities aside and run to his side instead, your hands glistening a soft shade of green before you’ve even grazed his body. 

✰ Thanks to the hard practice you’ve put into healing, since you feel bad about Ralsei always doing most of the work, the spell you cast is enough to keep him conscious and even responsive while you rack your brains trying to figure out where to reconnect or plug things, helping yourself do the first thing with a weaker form of the previous spell. 

✰ At some point, you’re surprised to hear Tenna speak: it’s hushed and he’s clearly still in pain, but you can make out his words, thanking you for not leaving him to die and telling you to take it slow as his whole body aches. You have other plans though, the confirmation that your magic isn’t strong enough to heal him properly pushing you to try ever harder; you sweat through your spells, your hands shaky and breath almost as laboured as Tenna’s, and though he feels bad you’re going through this for him…he doesn’t think anyone has ever cared for him in such a way. It makes his entire body warm up at the thought that you care this much.

✰ The sudden rise in temperature confuses you and, admittedly, scares you a bit; you ask if everything is okay and if you’re hurting him since he’s slightly overheating, and he can’t help but curse his body for doing that, and himself for not being able to stop it. 

✰ It’s slow, it’s a bit agonizing and filled with reassurance from you that it’s going to be fine…but after what feels like hours of fixing slashed cables and messing with buttons that he guides you through, he’s…okay. 

✰ He still feels a bit out of it, but it’s much better than before; you’ve managed to reattach his arms good enough that he can move them around even if with a bit of struggle, and anything else that was less serious and needed manutention has been taken care of. You need to recompose yourself a bit before doing anything else though, the strain you’ve gone through evident on your features. With a slight blush you lean against his long legs, which he’s almost brought to his chest from his sitting position, and let yourself slide downwards until your legs aren’t supporting your full weight anymore.

✰ For a while you both just sit there, both of your bodies hurting for different reasons, and you don’t notice it about each other but the close contact makes you both turn your heads away just slightly. 

✰ Thanks to the Fun Gang, Tenna gets healed to completion later on and he also gets to move to Castle Town, where Ralsei sincerely congratulates you for all the healing you were able to perform without any help or guidance. You’re weirdly proud of yourself, just like how everyone else is proud of you.

✰ As a ‘thank you’ for caring, Tenna decides that the right thing to do would be nothing else than confess the feelings he’s developed towards you; there’s no hiding it, after all, that if you’ve put so much effort into saving him, you must care at least as deeply as he cares for you.

✰ He’s nervous to even start a conversation the next time you visit him though, abandonment issues holding him back, but the way he tenderly holds your salving hands into his tells you everything you need to know, and you simply tell him to look your way before explaining that you love him, too, and he has no reason to be shy about his feelings…you would like nothing more than to hear him say what’s on his mind. You don’t plan on forgetting about him or leaving him anytime soon, if ever, you reassure him. 

[theofthevalley]

hi! can i request hcs of tenna with a gn reader who loves matching items with him? (for example like accessories or clothes). uty to decide whether the reader is lightner or darkner!

“It’s A Match!”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Mr. Ant Tenna Headcanon’s with GN Darkner!Reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You were a big fan of a certain TV’s gameshow, it was to the point where you would buy or even make outfits or items just so you could match with him. His suit? Oh, you have a handmade one similar to it! It’s gotten to the point where you look like you’re cosplaying him sometimes, which wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Of course, you tend to tone it down in public; you couldn’t go out looking like a super fan.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But at one of his shows? You’re in the crowd jumping around and cheering his name when he comes up on stage, whilst wearing a red suit similar to his own. Today, his shows were a bit different; usually, he has contestants already in their places on stage, but it seemed like he was pulling contestants from the audience today. You had somehow managed to get picked from the array of people, and then you realized how embarrassing it was that you were sort of matching with him once you stepped up on the stage.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Tenna, of course, immediately noticed and made a comment about it out loud to the whole audience. You stand behind the stand in embarrassment, but at least you were there, standing in front of your idol and even participating in his show!

“Look at that, folks! Aren't you something, we're matching!”

“Uh yeah! I did it on purpose since I'm such a big fan, but I wouldn't have imagined being up here.”

That was your first meeting with Tenna, as a contestant on his show. Soon, he saw you again and again in the crowd. You weren't lying when you said you were his biggest fan; most of the people in the crowd he had to bribe with points to stay, and yet you were just there because you enjoyed his shows.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ The more you attended his shows, the more he saw you. And that caused him to focus on you, especially when you're in the audience cheering him on and clapping for him. From then on, he was looking forward to seeing you. After some more time, you somehow became friends with him, and that allowed for more matching. You gave him matching friendship bracelets, matching clothes, and other accessories.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Tenna found the whole matching thing cute and fun. It was always a question of what you would match with and how you would present it. The closer you got to him, the easier it was to match. Oh, you want to wear matching ties one day? He's already on it, thinking about what patterns there are to choose. But since you were friends now, it was just small stuff here and there. A tie or maybe even a bracelet, small things to match with in friendship! But, the more your relationship grew to something more romantic, the more you ended up matching with him.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Once you're in an established relationship with Tenna, he won't ever let you go. If anything, matching with him makes him more attached to you. Especially if it gets to the point where you match in jewelry. Tenna was actually the one who asked you to wear a ring for him out of the blue, one that matches the one he suddenly bought.

“Y/N! Darling, look, I got us matching rings!”

“Oh, these are beautiful, Tenna, but why'd you get these? As far as I'm aware, there's no special occasion.”

“Aha, that’s where you're wrong! This is a special occasion, me giving this ring to you, a promise of our future together.”

“Ohh, Tenna…you’re too sweet.”

So now you've gained a new item, a promise ring. It held sentimental value, and it was the most important matching accessory you had. It made everything all the more real. Your love and adoration for one another were shown by the things you shared. So receiving a gift like this from him was more than you could ask for.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ From then on, for a few weeks or so, Tenna spent a good minute at least once on his show talking about his amazing partner and the ring they share. Or he would mention that he's matching with you today to the audience. He basically makes it apparent to everyone that your lovers and no one else should be matching with you besides him. Tenna adores every aspect of matching with you, and there's no shot he would decline your offer to match with him. With Tenna, he will 100% match with you even if the outfit looks ridiculous.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Advertisement: Hey you! Yeah you, the person who read this whole thing, do you like Tenna? Well this blog is THE place for Tenna fanfiction. Check my bio if I have requests open and my rules. I HAVE MY ASKS OPEN JUST FOR HIM RAHHH!!

A/N: Me when I make up scenarios for asks...anyways! I hope you liked this, dear Anon! WOO!!!

Word Count: 773 words

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Anything (Rafe Cameron)

Description: Y/N and Cleo are kidnapped and Rafe finds out.

Word Count:854

Request:f your requests open, rafe x reader the reader gets kidnapped aside with Cleo rafe find out,

Author’s note: I changed a few things from the original story since I don’t remember exactly what happens.

She wasn’t answering his calls or texts, she wasn’t the best at it but at least she would get back to him when she can. She hadn’t answered all day and it’s not like he could really go to her house. She lived with the pogues, she was a pogue. Their relationship was a secret and if any of them found out, who knows what would happen.

Neither of them wanted to take that risk. But he was worried and pacing his house as he thought of what to do. Maybe she was napping all day or maybe something bad happened…. He stared at Sarah’s contact debating on whether or not to call her. If it was something stupid like her napping or she lost her phone he would regret it but if it wasn’t and he didn’t call…he’d also regret it.

Sarah stared at her phone in confusion as her brother called. He never called her and that’s why she answered it. “Hello?” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once he heard her voice. “Hey um I…” How did he start this? Tell her that he’s dating one of her friends? Tell her that he’s worried for all of them? “I uh you might not like this but this isn’t about you.” Sarah’s face held a dirty look as he talked.

“What do you want Rafe?” She asked, the attitude clear in her voice. “Y/N. Is she okay?” He asked. He sounded worried and that confused Sarah. Why did he care? “I know you don’t need to hear this right now but she’s not answering my calls or texts.” He told her. Why would she answer anything from him? “Why would she answer your calls or texts?” He rolled his eyes and decided it was best to rip the bandage off, “We are dating. She’s my..” He didn’t finish the sentence knowing Sarah got it in the first half. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Do you have something to do with this?” “Something to do with what?” He asked, confused.

“Y/N is missing along with Cleo, we think they were taken by the people that have been after us for a few days now.” Rafe felt his heart drop in his stomach. He had the right idea calling her. “Who is after you? What do they want with Y/N?” He asked a bunch of questions trying to understand. Y/N hadn’t told him anything about this. Sarah told him everything she knew but it wasn’t enough for him. “O-okay I’m willing to do anything to help get her back.” He tells his sister. 

Y/N was shaking in fear as Lightner and Terrence stood before her and Cleo. The amulet, the one that Pope hid and Y/N had no idea where it was. Cleo might but Y/N is going to get herself killed being of no help. “I can take you to it.” She looked at Cleo as they pretty much pleaded for help. Her own father was behind this as well… She saw that Terrence looked a little scared as well.

“I think I know where it is.” She told Y/N. Y/N nodded but that didn’t help her fear. They pulled them into the house that was empty. She wondered if her friends even knew that they were missing, if Rafe knew. Cleo went and looked where she thought it was and Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as Cleo found nothing. Lightner threatened to kill her and Y/N if it wasn’t found. Y/N helped her look as tears streamed down her face, they were going to die.

Y/N had that set in her mind. Y/N thought she would be happy to see Pope but when she realized that he wasn’t going to give over the amulet she realized that someone was going to die. Lightner grabbed Cleo and tried to kill her, Y/N screamed and struggled as her hands were still behind her back. She couldn’t do much but scream. Terrence got in front of her and took the bullet. Y/N gasped but felt herself relax at the fact that it wasn’t Cleo. But Cleo was heartbroken.

Pope untied Y/N’s hands for her. “I told the others, they should be here soon.” It was awkward that Rafe was there and everyone but Sarah and Y/N glared at him. Unfortunately, this was the time to tell the others about their relationship, especially after he ran up and kissed her. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers to her and she smiles. Everyone looks shocked, disgusted, surprised, anything but happy for the two. “What the hell?” John B asked. Y/N looked at her friends with a guilty look.

She was hoping this day was far away but it was now. “I guess I have some explaining to do.” She said and Kie nodded, “Ya think?” She sighed and told them all about it as Rafe smiled at her. John B looked mad as hell but the others kinda accepted it and was surprised that he was there. Who know Rafe Cameron had a heart?

[tennaoneshots]

Could you do a yandere Tenna x Fem-reader where she has had Tenna for a while, but one day a friend visits, and during their visit, they suggest she should get a more modern TV, which prompts her to consider it. Tenna would hear the entire conversation and start panicking, he cant lose her, she's the only one he has has left.

(I really hope this ask wasn't confusing, it's totally fine if you don't want to do it and your writing is very good :3, Have a nice day :> )

You're all good. I understood it, but this will be multiple parts if people want.

Yan Tenna x Fem Reader

Don't Get Rid Of Me, My Love~

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Y/n has had Tenna for awhile, having taken him off of the Dremurr's hands and repaired him, making sure he is in working condition. Tenna loved this dearly, and due to his attachment issues, got attatched to Y/n very quickly. Y/n has taken care of the TV, unaware of the darkner's growing attatchment to her or the strange things the TV did, like glitch out slightly to say sentences like; "I'm here, don't worry, Y/n", "You're doing great", "Don't leave me", and so on and so forth. One day, Y/n's friend Sarah came over. Sarah is a lizard monster with an affinity for technology. "So...this is your TV?" Sarah asks, looking at the old CRT TV

"Yeah. Great, isn't it?" Y/n says, smiling softly

"Great...isn't the word I'd use" Sarah says, looking away

"Huh? Watcha mean, Sarah?" Y/n asks, blinking

"Well, it's old and TV's like this don't last long...so why don't you get a new one? I'll help you look for one" Sarah says, tail flicking

Y/n pauses and looks at the TV, considering it. Tenna, overhearing the conversation, starts panicking. He doesn't want to leave Y/n. She's the only one he has left, and he had gotten too attached. No....Y/n wouldn't get rid of him. He would make sure of it. But that lizard, Sarah....she wouldn't get away from Tenna's anger easily. How dare she suggest that Y/n give him away and replace him? No one can replace him. He's the loveable TV host Mr "Ant" Tenna after all! No one can replace him...especially not some newbie upstart.

"Hmm....getting a new TV sounds interesting to be honest, Sarah. I'll think about it, but for now, want to watch some TV or play games?" Y/n asks, already knowing

"TV. Got any monster movies or horror?" Sarah asks, raising an eyebrow

"You know I do, girl. Hold on, let me go grab them" Y/n says, turning away

Y/n walks off into the hallway, going towards the closet where she keeps the movies. Sarah looks at the TV and circles it, nodding to herself.

"If Y/n doesn't want you. I can take you off of her hands...use you for parts. I think that'd be interesting" Sarah says, humming

Tenna's cables spark dangerously as he narrows his eyes. Luckily, he is not on air at the moment and it's a commercial break. He doesn't need his dear audience to see him at this moment after all. Sarah then reaches towards the plug to unplug the TV, but is then shocked by Tenna, causing her to recoil her hand.

"Damn...a faulty plug. Good thing that didn't actually hurt" Sarah says, sweatdropping

"Get away...from....Y/n..." Tenna says, switching the channels rapidly to speak

Sarah looks at Tenna in shock, eyes widening as Tenna speaks like a certain loveable Bumblebee that can transform.

"What the actual fuck?" Sarah says, eyes wide

"Leave...Y/n alone...she's mine...she isn't...allowed to...give me...away..." Tenna says, a low growl in his throat

"What-" Sarah starts, before getting cut off by Y/n

"I'm back! I found your favorite movie at the back! I don't understand why you like movies about people killing for love, but it is what it is" Y/n says, coming back into the living room

Sarah looks at Y/n and relaxes...but Tenna gets an idea, a risky one. He's heard rumors about darkners pulling lightners into the dark world in their dreams, so maybe he can do the same thing? And that movie description...he can work with that.

"Um...You good, lizard?" Y/n asks, confused

"H-Huh? Oh...yeah, I'm fine. Just abit spooked" Sarah says, laughing nervously

"...Were you up reading creepypastas about characters coming to life again?" Y/n asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms

"Um...maybe?" Sarah says, grinning sheepishly

Y/n groans and shakes her head, amused.

"Sarah, I told you to not do that anymore!" Y/n says, shaking her head

"Um...whoops?" Sarah says, smiling nervously

Y/n nods and Sarah forgets about what she just experienced. Y/n holds up the movie.

"So...movie?" Y/n asks, raising an eyebrow

"You got the snacks?" Sarah asks, raising an eyebrow

"You know I do! They're in the same place as always!" Y/n says, nodding

Sarah nods and walks off to the kitchen. Y/n walks over to the TV, and out of habit, kissing the top of the TV, causing a spark to go down their spine. Y/n opens the movie box and puts the CD into the movie player. Without even grabbing the remote, the TV switches to the movie, paused at the beginning.

"Huh...weird...maybe....maybe getting a new TV would be best since you keep glitching....I know Sarah would love to use you for parts..." Y/n murmurs softly to herself, looking at the TV in contemplation

Tenna freezes, the screen going to static, before returning back to normal. No....No no no no...Y/n can't get rid of him...not after everything she's been through! He's the only one that's ever been there for her! That scaly lizard is putting impure thoughts into Y/n's head, ones Tenna plans to stop....but this movie, now in the movie player and projecting on his screen...it's giving him more ideas. Perhaps, he could kill....he doesn't want to as it is out of character for him, but he is willing to change if it means Y/n stays with him....forever. Oh this will be fun, and now all Tenna needs to do, is be patient.

[t104b]

Taking the bait. Tenna x reader

A/N: Nothing explicit, just a oneshot of the reader being used as a distraction to Tenna cuz he likes them the most. Mentions of the reader being a big collector/fan of vintage and old items, reader is G/N, Reader is also the oldest of them all by like quite a bit (18+ reader basically). Can be seen as platonic and romantic because I suck at writing romantical oneshots without any build up. Chapter 3 spoilers this is set 2/3rd into the chapter. Haven’t written in 2 years so sorry if it is mediocre.

Tenna had gone rampant with the lightners missing. However, ralsei made a small suggestion to the Fun Gang as a way to distract Tenna, as well as get information on why exactly he was trying to stop them from closing the dark fountain. However, you were nominated as their bait to go find the TV host and get info because they believe the CRT has a favourite amongst them.

Words: 2.8k, Reverse comfort/fluff

You internally groaned, following the fluorescent red-carpeted maze of this dark world with the blinking lights of the surrounding TV that portrayed certain imageries besides you. A buzzing noise filled the air from the CRT screens whining, as well as the bright light blinding your vision slightly. Why did you have to be the one to distract him? Sure, it seemed as if he gave you slightly more lenience and ease throughout the challenges, and his mannerism towards you was way less brash as he did with the rest, but surely that’s not all the reasons to send you over to that heaping statue of a show host? I mean- you don’t even know if he’ll listen to you, or even bother indulging in your presence and instead seize the desperate chance to at least catch one of the lightners to use as a gambling pawn. Even with your retaliation, it was decided 3 to 1, the rest agreeing that if you wouldn’t come back in time they’d come after you. I mean, come on! You’re an adult, you should be the one protecting them- but instead those kids are saying they’re going to protect your back! You gulped, placing all of your hopes into their capabilities of backing you up.

Growing up, you’ve always enjoyed older, more vintage appliances and items that gave you that warm, buzzy feeling in your heart. You were never really sure why you had such an appreciation for older things, the things that any regular person would toss away in place for a newer version. Maybe it was because the thought of those items seeing through life more than you, maybe it was the charm that they all had and the little bits and bobs that had defined them (rather than the current minimalistic design choice that most people with a good salary choose), or maybe it’s just because of your background you had always had to rely on things that were either hand-me-downs from family or already used and pre-loved. Either way, it gave you the keen eye of appreciating the little things in older appliances. It also gave you a weird sense of anemoia, imagining how much better life was when it was ‘simpler’.

When you first saw Mr. (Ant) Tenna, you immediately recognised him to be Toriel’s old CRT TV. Well, not recognise- more like notice the details that resembled the TV greatly. You had spent a good deal of your time helping Toriel fix that old artifact, occasionally joining her family for special runs during the holidays as well as accompanying Kris and sometimes even Susie when you offered to babysat Kris for the goat mom. Later into the Dark world, it wasn’t hard to piece the clues together for you to realise that he was, in fact, her TV. Additionally, during your whole adventure you had hoped internally as well that he did not remember the times that you had praised his internal wirings and his model, realising now how embarrassing it’d be if he DID remember. Besides all of that, you quite liked the show host! I mean, who can’t resist his charms? Clearly not you. All of the others found him obnoxious, as well as in many instances desperate and insecure. But who doesn’t get insecure, and hell – sometimes desperate! You were always a sucker for watching reruns of old game shows with TV hosts long retired, further supporting your belief that you have an older soul. Additionally, his usage of neon flashing garments as an outfit was surely a questionable choice! One could mistake it as a satire prop costume that was made as a poke to the people out there who try to become big shots. Finally, the thing that stood out to you the most is his expressiveness in not only his face, but his voice as well. His voice was… indeed obnoxious, you can agree with that. You can also agree that he is absolutely horrendous at reading the room, making you question how fast it’d take (if he was a real show host) until he’d get cancelled on the internet for his insensitivity at times. Despite his voice sounding irritating occasionally, it had heavily reminded you of the same way that old TV show hosts would speak, in that exaggerated over-expressive tone that would grip the attention of the viewers (you also quite liked the old speaker-like effect on his voice that he had, even if it did ring your ears sometimes.)

Your point is that you could appreciate the guy and his efforts. However, what you can’t appreciate is the way he had been acting the moment Susie had given him a piece of her mind. Not only by entrapping you temporarily in big gotchy ball containers that had your claustrophobia at an all times high, but also by basically sending his whole company of workers to find you guys. He even referred to you all as “cheaters”. How rude! Also, the thought of a big/tall, TV – headed, unpredictable and desperate man on the loose trying to catch you all does unnerve you to quite a scale. Anyways, you had a job to do, and you were going to do this job damn right well. As you were prepared to turn the corner, your ears catch onto the familiar noise of that obnoxious charming static voice, not close by but still close enough to be able to hear clearly. Crap, you found him, but the room’s a dead end – it’s either all or nothing.

“What do you MEAN you don’t want to capture the cheaters? Have you forgotten who you work for?”

His filtered voice commanded, the majority of the zappers, pippins and shadowguys below him frozen in fear. As he continued rambling, one of the shadowguys perked up mentioning how he didn’t really want to fight the lightners. The others chimed in, before briefly being shut down by the TV host.

“Hmm… well, from what I remember – you guys are all abided to work with me as per says on THESE contracts! So, unless you want to get fired, you better find those lovely little lightners before they get away- “However, as he continues to talk, his speaking slows down slightly, the rambling coming to a small halt with his hands shuffling documents together.

“…These aren’t your contracts.”

Before he could react, he lifts his head up from the paper and witnesses the massive group of employed enemies leave quickly, and Tenna couldn’t help but drop to his knees and reach out to them.

“W-wait! Come back, don’t go!” before then proceeding to stand up and fix his golden tie, an annoyed expression on his face with fake confidence shining. “Fine, FINE!! I don’t need you anyways! I still have others… like, like mike!! Yeah, he’d never leave!”

You could feel yourself starting to get nervous despite the pumping up you did just a few seconds ago. This is going to be the end of me, you thought. Well, it was now or never. His form slightly shrunk as the others left, staring off in space with his screen dimmer than usual as if he was thinking. You clear your throat, a nervous smile present along with your nervous tone evident in your voice.

“Uhm- Hey man, you alrigh-“ His CRT never whipped around so fast, staring in shock. That speechless shock washed away pretty quickly though, as he took a few steps towards you instantly and attempted to put on his regular TVsona in front of you, smiling with an evident faux-brightness. It was one of those fake smiles you saw on celebrities, who try to maintain their usual persona around fans even outside of cameras.

“[Y/N]!! It surely is a wonderful surprise to see you here. Oh, I knew my favourite contestant would come back and play more rounds! Listen, why not bring over your other slippery lightners and we can go back to how things usually ar-“

“You can cut the act, you know.” Your voice hits harder than it should to Tenna, his smile faltering a smidge with his (you think??) eyebrows furrowing to the response. He stays quiet for a moment as [Y/N] continues speaking, maintaining a defensive stance towards the CRT. The gut inside of you churns at the nervous energy of the room, knowing he could at any moment summon one of those fluorescent gotchy balls and just ruin your plan of interrogation. Nonetheless, persistence was high in you.

“I… I’m not here to play more games Tenna, or indulge in your show. I just-“ Your expression turns to a slightly more worried look, taking a small step forward with your head high up and your eyes landing directly onto his screen. “Tenna, why are you doing this?? There- ugh, there must be a reason. Nobody just does this just because. I’d like to believe that you aren’t being this uh, no offense – desperate, just for the laughs and giggles. Is there something wrong?” The clenching of your jaw did not help the feeling of unsureness in you, not knowing how he’d react to your words. Carefulness is key here. One bad word, one wrong move and this interaction could go majorly against you. You’ve already witnessed some of his mood swings, the way he can easily switch from moping and wallowing to energised and bright. One wrong move, and you’d have to get literal children to save you. Fuck no.

He stands there for a moment, the faltering smile evident on his face. It was clear his circuitry was buzzing with thought. Suddenly, he turns his back towards you, shaking just a little bit before standing still once again. Finally, he speaks, and you swear he shrunk slightly just now??

“… I.. I really don’t want to hurt anybody… I just- I just want to be watched you know…” He pauses before continuing, with his hands going behind his back and fidgeting together as a comfort. “I…I’ve been lonely for a very long time [Y/N]. Nobody wants to watch TV anymore – it’s all about streaming services and apps and social media. No matter if I have an audience or not, it seems as if it’s growing… smaller and smaller by the day. I mean-“ He turns around to face you, scaring you slightly yet your footing returns back to where it was again. He wasn’t planning to attack, or do anything. His body language was enough to get your guard down slightly.

“Look at me [Y/N]!! I’m a CRT! My purpose is to entertain, and if I can’t do that… well, I’ll just be thrown away...” His shoulder slumps, his stature shrinking as he looks down with his dimmer screen. “…forgotten, washed up… I don’t want to be thrown out…” You hesitantly approach him, wanting to comfort him but the lingering reminder that he was kind of the guy you were supposed to be running away from stayed on your mind. Seeing as he doesn’t move from his wallowing, you approach him a bit more before getting close enough to nervously pat his back as a way to comfort him. Thoughts were buzzing in the mind, and you swallowed your nervous energy as you softly spoke to him.

“W-well… um, listen dude. I know how it feels to want to be noticed, and not abandoned. But, let me tell you… you’re a CRT! I mean- there will always be people out there who appreciate you. Even if we have new things like email, or apps, or streaming services, nostalgia is a huge driving force. Even if… if your audience isn’t as big as it used to be, you’ll always have an audience no matter what. And those fans are the real fans who, you know, stick around for you.” A small chuckle escapes your lips, smiling at him a little despite him facing away from you as you continued. “I mean- look at me! I’m a great example. I love old things, they’ve all got this… charm, especially technology. In the reflection of those screens - all I see is a piece of history that was at the time well loved and appreciated for the little knicks and knacks that came with it. And well, I think you’re a great TV host, a great entertainer. You sure have made me laugh and smile a lot whilst I’ve been in this dark world, despite all of the… um, other stuff that happened.”

“…You really think so?” he muttered, looking up at you from his shrunken frame. Your head nodded, patting his shoulder additionally. “TV’s not dead, nobody’s STOPPED loving TV, it’s just… not as popular anymore. And that’s okay!! Not everything lasts forever. Doesn’t mean you’ll get forgotten and thrown out though.”

After a moment of speaking, you were worried that you said something wrong… before your gut flipping from the sudden hug he gives you, his stature having grown slightly larger but still only just a bit bigger than you. Your body visibly flinched, before staying at your position and returning the hug hesitantly. The insides in your body were yelling at you to just get out of there, and that he was just going to guilt-trip you into walking yourself into a trap. However, with the way that he hadn’t made anymore hasty movements, and the small buzz of his screen next to your ear was calming in an odd, nostalgic way. You just patted his back awkwardly, surprised at how heavy he felt despite being much smaller than he usually is. Well, it’s not that surprising considering he’s made primarily out of metal. A couple awkward minutes go by as you just provide him silent comfort to prevent him from losing it, before his droopy antenna’s suddenly perked up, a gasp leaving his mouth and he places his hands on your shoulder in order to bring himself up again. In an instance he grew much bigger, the weight throwing you off slightly but you kept your balance.

“HAHA [Y/N] I GOT IT!!” He barked out happily, looking at you with a big bright smile. Well, that was a switch in mood alright. You looked at him confused and surprised, eyebrows raised and a nervous smile on your agape lips. “…Huh???”

“[Y/N]… My lovely lovely [Y/N]!! You’re a real charmer you know that? A real smooth talker! You and your attention and your charms are the main reason why you’re my STAR contestant!” His antenna’s twitched slightly as his famous smile was on brand. “How about we make a deal together?” You look at him slightly suspicious, raising one of your eyebrows as you replied hesitantly. “Uh, what exac-“

“Alright alright, I won’t take this opportunity to capture you, but in return I need you to at least convince your lightner friends into going back to the game show! Does that sound good? I trust you and your skills to turn their minds around.” He pats my shoulder confidently, fixing his tie with a small smile and patting his suit to flatten out the creases. With fidgety hands and your eyes avoiding his screen, you think for a moment, the CRT’s playful humming filtering out of my mind as he waits for your response. It couldn’t hurt for you right? You could just give a feeble attempt or tell your friends about what the deal is and ask them to pretend as if you DID try to convince them… Well, you never liked lying. It wouldn’t be good if you lied, especially if it meant hurting his feelings. A sigh left your mouth, your hands going to the pockets of your outfit as you gazed on him again with a small smile. “Yeah, alright. I’ll try.”

The TV host lifted his arms up into the air, beaming happily. He was finally back to his usual self, the bright and charismatic Mr. (Ant) Tenna that you knew. “Splendid! Oh I knew I could agree with somebody like you [Y/N]!” Suddenly, you felt his gloved hand usher you, pushing you lightly against your back towards where you first came from, hurryingly urging you to go. “Now hurry! We mustn’t waste anymore time, the watch is ticking!”

“Okay! Okay! I’m going!” You claim, chuckling at his attituded before speed walking quickly to the point of the hallway that made a turn. Before you disappear out of his sight, you look back at him, seeing the TV man looking at you and ushering you to go by waving his hands, before waving back at him and simply telling him : “Take care Tenna.” Your figure disappears from Tenna’s vision, and his figure stands there on the spot for a moment with his hands behind his back. His expression turns to a worry, as one of his gloved hands come up to fidget with his antennae with the lingering thought in his mind being “… Did I make a mistake?”

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Credit to strangergraphics for the super cool divider!

Another A/N: hope that wasn't too bad for my first oneshot in ages. I need him in a jar

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Musing a little more on Shadow Crystals, the nature of dreams in Deltarune, and the role that the Discarded Vessel may yet play.

I mused in an earlier post that the Pure Crystal might be the way to allow Ralsei to come to the light world as his Darkner-self, through the gathering of discarded dreams in the form of Shadow Crystals, and the weaving of them together into the Pure Crystal.

So far we have met four crystal holders: Jevil, Spamton NEO, The Roaring Knight and Gerson Boom. What seems to connect these four (aside from Jevil as far as I can see) is that each of them seems to have been granted power by a Lightner's dream - Spamton hijacks the NEO body drawn by Metaton, The Knight seems to be a shred of December Holiday's soul acting autonomously, and Gerson is the embodiment of Alvin's stunted dream to succeed his father. So, based on this admittedly imperfect logic, it would stand to reason that the remaining three(?) holders would be similarly empowered in some way.

Which brings me to the Discarded Vessel. OUR Vessel. The vessel we lovingly shaped, body and mind, and were about to inhabit as its SOUL... until it was wrenched from us and cast aside, and we were forced to possess Kris instead.

I think the Vessel will be the final crystal holder, and the most powerful of the seven(?) secret bosses we will face. In order to secure that final Shadow Crystal and weave Ralsei's dream into being, we will need to overcome our own creation. But who, you might ask, is the Lightner that could empower this hypothetical boss? Gaster? Kris themself?

No, dear reader - it's US.

The vessel does indeed represent the dream of a higher being - our dream of experiencing the world of Deltarune, to give Kris Dreemurr the freedom they so desperately need, to give Susie the recognition she deserves, and Ralsei the happy ending he seeks. If Toby's team have done their job, we will be so incredibly invested in the story and characters they have crafted that, in a sense, our long-forgotten Vessel will become a stand-in for that dream - a dream for Deltarune itself.

And we will have to abandon it.

By defeating the Vessel, the representation of our hopes and dreams for the world and characters of this game, we will have brought the final Shadow Crystal into existence by our own hand. By walking away from the representation of our desire to be a tangible presence in their world, we will provide the final ingredient necessary for Ralsei to truly, tangibly exist as more than a mere concept - trading our PRESENCE for his ABSENCE.

Some things are more important that reaching the end... or that's what they say, at least.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Walk with me.

[animnightmare]

Imagine a Tenna x reader scenario (Or any darkner x lightner, really) where the reader is objectum and totally falls in love with Tenna but like. Is entirely unaware of the dark world, or that Tenna really is sentient like that.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

How about reader going on a date with Battat and listening to them ramble in full Pepe Sylvia style at the cafe, and they aren't even listening really just hearing their loved one talk and seeing them so invested is just, so captivating to them

"Man..every time I come here, there's always somebody new." You hummed, looking around at the newest arrivals to Castle Town's cafe. "I wonder how Swatch deals with it. Must be stressful for them."

The green Pippins sitting across from you snapped their head up, as though the word "stressful" had activated the sleeper agent within them. A maniacal grin spread across their face.

"Stress???? You wanna talk about stress? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT STRESS???" They smacked their hand onto the table, jumping up onto it. "I've been knee-deep in this Mike conspiracy, and I haven't been able to crack it! How about that for stress???"

You ignored the stares of the other Darkners, leaning your elbow on the table so you could prop your chin up with one hand. "Hm..would it help to talk about it, Bat?"

"Yes! Just hear me out, alright? I've got a paper trail. Look." From some unknown pocket dimension, they presented you with a corkboard with papers stuck to it, all connected by pins and red strings. "Let's talk about Mike! Can we talk about Mike?? Please, [y/n] I've been dying to talk about Mike to you all day!!" They babbled, waving their arms around. "Every time Tenna goes on air, he asks: "Mike can you do this??", "Mike can we cut that part out??" IT'S ALWAYS MIKE, MIKE, MIKE!! So I'm thinking to myself: "we gotta figure out who this guy is". Maybe he could teach us a thing or two about impressing the boss. So I go to his office--exactly where Tenna goes whenever he needs his advice--and guess who's there??"

They pause, and don't wait for you to answer.

"NO ONE!! SO WHO IS MIKE??? The man does not exist!! But to Tenna he somehow does!! So that's when my buddies and I decided to work our behind the scenes "magic" and convince ourselves that we ARE Mike! And it worked TOO damn well!! It scared even us! So we had to hide away in that special little room labeled "Mike Zone". The odd thing was that it was already there when we arrived, and that led me to wonder....." They took a breath, a moment to compose themselves, before spiraling even further. "WHO THE HELL MADE THAT PASSWORD??? AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CAT STATUES??? I sure as heck didn't put any of those there! Is he secretly part feline?? Does he worship CATS???? WHO KNOWS....!!!"

At the current moment, you lost track of where Battat was going with the "point" they were trying to make. And quite frankly...you wouldn't dare to interrupt them. The only thing you knew for sure was that this all had something to do with Mike, a coworker of Tenna's back in the TV World that apparently nobody else has seen before.

Having come from a different Dark World, you weren't sure why the Pippins was so fascinated and obsessed with finding out who he really was. But it's clear that they were extremely passionate in their research and wild theories about his existence (or lack thereof).

So all you could do was sit back, sipping at your tea while they talked and talked.

You still remember the day you met them, discovering their Mike costume on accident. They feared that you were going to snitch on them and their friends their boss...but thankfully you aren't a Darkner who liked to gossip.

Since Tenna was no longer in Castle Town, there wasn't any real reason for them to keep up their act. Yet despite being informed of this by the Lightners from the prophecy, it didn't seem to change much of anything.

They kept their costumes, and Battat remained determined to uncover the mystery of Mike, even though Pluey and Jongler wanted to take a step back from it and simply be themselves.

Speaking of whom, the pair were sitting at a nearby table, chatting with some Werewires in tuxedos. Occasionally they'd glance back at their friend and you, seeing that you're just listening and nodding your head along to whatever they were saying.

But it's not because you were waiting for them to finally sit down and shut up.

Far from that, actually.

You just liked listening to them talk about something that clearly captivated them. They said things that made zero sense, yet also things that somehow made perfect sense. Your smile never left your face.

To most people in that cafe, they saw a green Pippins rambling for no reason and holding you hostage.

To you, however, this green Pippins was your date. And there's no one else you'd rather be with.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Ok so, I gotta ask, what characters do you see as tinys, giant's, sizeshiftes in deltarune, I GOTTA KNOW ISIW68EGIMAIAA

Like there's just so much g/t you can fit into certain media, and one of those is deltarune-

Mmmh well Tenna is obviously a sizeshifter. Like he’s usually in his big form but when you see him in his tiny form you just gotta comfort the lil guy so he gets back to being his big bold self.

Spamton is straight up a tiny (except his Neo form which is obviously a giant lol) he just has that tiny energy. Scavenging, just showing up in the most random places, so nervous and very good at hiding, man is in our walls tbh, just he’s tiny coded. Also id love a tiny spamton just hanging out, and he’s literally like a lil pop up ad.

Then there’s my Absolute fav: Jevil. Giant just giant. The most chaotic giant ever. This man is juggling people, playing games with them, being a huge jokester (I have literally drawn this man as a giant so many times and mad a few posts about him too lol) like this one lol

I also have a daydream (which honestly I could write as a self/reader insert type fanfic) where when a lightner enters the dark world they find themselves tiny while all the darkness are giant and (if possible) if a darkner were to somehow come out into the light world as themself and not their object, they would be tiny. This daydream honestly started out just as a giant Jevil daydream and has continued to grow with each chapter (which I haven’t even gotten to chp 4 yet lol)

[sleepingdeath-light]

queen smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (17/01/24)

fandom(s) ; deltarune

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; queen

outline ; “REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR DELTARUNE YOU SAY??? MAY I IMPLORE SOME QUEEN SMUT HCs?? (from deltarune's second chapter) (also I am 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!queen, edging and orgasm denial, praise kink, brief allusion to punishment (spanking), use of sex toys, invasion of privacy (queen looking up reader’s search history), sexting

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

queen is a robotic entity, meaning that she doesn’t exactly have the same facilities that organic organisms do and has to get a bit more creative when it comes to how she approaches sexual intimacy with you. thankfully, she does derive a great deal of satisfaction from your pleasure when she’s the one responsible for it so she settles quite well into the role of pleasure-dominant with you — though there are, naturally, some times where she drifts into other related roles depending on the mood of the evening and whether the two of you want to try something different for a change

she’s very good at reading your body language and is able to predict (within a very small margine of error) when you’re about to cum — a fact that she uses to her advantage when she’s decided to punish you for being a brat or some other such misdemeanour. in other words, she excels at edging and denying you and can easily do so for hours at a time without stopping until you give her the response she wants… after all she’s not limited by stamina like a human lover would be so she’s got all the time in the world to wait for you to fold

she’s just as playful with her language in the bedroom as she is outside of it, both being extremely liberal with her praise when you’re doing well and very unconventional in the ways she goes about complimenting your performance and appearance when you’re in the midst of pleasure. it’s a big strange at first, but once you get used to her quirks you’ll come to find it all to be more than reassuring and flustering enough to keep you in the moment as you approach your nth orgasm of the night

queen is the type of partner who prefers indulgence over punishment, but that doesn’t mean she won’t reprimand you for acting out of line. sure she’s pretty lenient for the most part, and sure it takes a lot to shift her focus from fucking you all giggly and dumb to spanking your ass red raw, but when she reaches her limits she won’t be talked out of a punishment unless you actively call out the agreed upon safe word. firm but fair, with plenty of chances to correct yourself and apologise, how very befitting for a monarch

as she doesn’t really have the facilities to bottom, she defaults to the role of top between the two of you, but she’s more than capable of putting what she does have to good use. for example, thigh riding and hand jobs are the main ways she goes about pleasuring you, and on the rare occasion where she decides to reward you by getting down on her knees you’ll find her to be startlingly good at it

she’s also not opposed to using toys or modifying her body for short stints of time to spice things up in the bedroom — e.g. using a strap on with you or modifying her hands or her tongue so that she can make them vibrate at will… little things like that

when she does fuck you properly there are a few positions that she enjoys more than the rest. those are as follows: cowgirl and missionary/mating press (so she can see your face more clearly), and doggy style (so she can hit even deeper inside of you with each thrust and, thus, coax more of her favourite sounds out of you)

her body isn’t really sensitive and can’t exactly be marked up like a lightner’s can, but if you happen to wear makeup and leave a few lipstick marks on her neck and chest when you’re having sex then she’s certainly not going to complain about it

will use your search history to enhance your sex life and she’s more than happy to recreate any spicy scenes you’ve read about or watched online… even if her natural speech pattern may not be an exact match for the love interest in the original material

loves sexting with you and saves each and every scandalous photograph you send her way — securely, of course, she’s very keenly aware of the dangers of sending and keeping things like that online