#dca drabble

[asriel20asi]

Moondrop x Y/N

Drabble below~♡

Procrastinating all night, then looking at the clock reading 6:02 am in big blinking lights, "Whoops, Moon is going to have my head..." shrugging off the concern to grab a bite to eat in the kitchen. Pulls out the green bean casserole, puts some on a plate and mixes salsa verde in and proceeds to eat it cold. Procrastinates more by listening to music on spotify with headphones, listening to a couple of r/aita videos and just lurks around discord and tumblr. "I'm going to hate myself later..." walks back to my room and finds Moon tapping his foot with his arms crossed, a glare that makes one slink into themselves. "Moonie~♡" using the sweetest tone I can muster but a hand enters my view, "Nuh uh..." he stops me before I talk myself out of the situation. Proceeds to lift me as if I weigh nothing into his arms and cradles me close as he marches toward the bed. Climbs into the large nest of pillows, blankets and memory foam comfortably laying down on his back, so I lay atop his warm chest-plate. "Goodnight my Dove~♡"

[ravenwriter16]

👀

WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!

*Checks ceiling*

HOW?!?!?!?!

*Checks underneath desk*

OH MY FAZ!!! IT'S INSANE!!!

*Ahem*

Thank you all for the love and support you show me and my stories! I always look forward to seeing all the asks, comments, and fanart (Still can't believe that I am Fanart worthy)! They always make my day!

SOOOO

To thank you guys, I made a little DCA parent x female reader drabble! I will put it on platonic yandere but there is hardly and yandere shown. Mainly just fluffy fluff. I guess you can think that Y/n just kind of caved in and let her fathers spoil her.

It's about 1500 words

I wrote after discovering this thing called Twitch (Very cool place!). And that inspired me a lot!

(*) Means a computerized voice is reading message out loud. The double dash (--) means messages in chat.

TW: For mentions of puking, and unedited stuff (Sorry not sorry😅😅)

I think that's everything!

I hope you guys enjoy!

The starting screen was a beautiful digital drawing of a cute little puppy holding a toy in its mouth that looked like a little star. Over it were the words ‘Stream Starting Soon!’. The Chat was already lively, sending greeting after greeting. It was very nice!

You take a deep breath before sliding on your game headphones, the ones with the cat ears. You unmute your mic, “Hello everybody! How is everyone?” You smile at the quick and happy replies. “Fantastic—,”

*Hello Starlet! Excited for the stream 2day 😊*

“Oh why thank you for that and thank you for the five dollars L…LigsPom? Hope I’m pronouncing that right!”

You click your tongue and try to start up your camera. “Let’s see if I can start this up with…no…snaaaaags…”

The Chat started a stream of “oh no’s” and “Starlet scruff”. You roll your eyes and huff, “Guys come on! It’s not every stream—,” The starting screen disappears and up pops your image. You look over at your camera and move your mic closer, “—There we go! Hey guys!”

You wave at the camera and beam, “You can see me, right?”

You nod at all the yeses in Chat. “Fantastic! Okay! Today, Chat, I’m gonna play the new FNAF game, ‘Once Upon a Story Time’, Since you all have been pestering me to—,”

*Starlet is going to freak out >:3c*

“Thank you Speckled_Turtle for the two dollars—Ane how DARE you!” You place a dramatic hand on your chest and gasp. “Is that really what you guys think?”

Your face drops at the many yeses in Chat yet again. You lean back in your seat and cross your arms, “You are so mean, Chat.”

Your pouty mood doesn’t last long and your back up and clicking away at your keyboard. Pulling up the game sends your Chat into an excited frenzy. “Let’s start—!”

*Sweetie, what would you like for dinner tonight?*

You groan and roll your eyes and continue to start a new file on the game. Your eyes darting to the donation box, “Dad~! Get out of my Chat!”

—DAD? —Father??? —What do you meeeeeeeaaaaan —you have a dad? —what the[Redacted by Mod]

“Yes guys~.” The opening movie of the game starts to play, “Like most people in the world, I have a dad. Not the most shocking thing about me, Chat.”

Another chime,

*I Just want to know what you want to eat!*

—Cheese! —Cheese!! Cheese Samich! —Some soup! Hot Soup! —NUGGETS —pizza —nuggets sound good actually

“Ooooh! Can we have nuggets?” You ask while creating your game character. A few seconds later there was another chime.

*No*

—NUGETS —We must get her nuggets chat —Hi guys! What did I miss? —come on mr. starlet! Get the nuggies —NUGS!!!!!!!

“See? Chat agrees with me.” You tease. “Okey dokey guys! Finally ready to start the game now—,”

*Either you pick an ACTUAL meal, or we are having liver and onions tonight*

“Noooo!” You pause the game and lean back in your chair to glare at your camera. “Dad…that stuff is disgusting.”

—EWW! —🤮🤮🤮 —It’s actually pretty good —Nuuuuuuuuu —Hi kittypaws9! Glad you could join the stream! 😄

Nothing for a few more moments. Then,

*It’s healthy and good for growing girls*

“But it’s gross!” You drag both hands down your face. “Dad, please don’t make that. I’ll be puking all night.”

—oh no —EW —Come on Mr. Starlet —MRSTARLET

*Then I suggest you better pick something else then😏 *

You growl and look at the ceiling. Biting your lip as you hum in thought. You look back at your monitor and unpause the game. “Guess I’m kind of craving some Indian food.”

You chat starts going off about how hungry they were. Everyone talking about how they haven’t had dinner yet or already had some food already.

*Wonderful! Want your usual?*

“Sure.” You eye the donations and roll your eyes, “And stop sending me money! Just use the group text.” A new donation pops up, this one another twenty dollars with the name ‘SunrayGlitterGlue’.

*But I want to help my little girl with her career! You don’t realize how proud we are of you.*

“You’re wasting money~.” You bite your bottom lip as you move your character further into the dark building.

—Take his money! —$$$ —MOOOLA! —Wait…we —Give us some MONEY! —Cha-ching

“Alright, calm down Chat. Otherwise I’ll sic the Mod on all of you.”

*Moon will be coming by later*

“Noo~.” You moan when your little character falls into a hole and the game over screen. You reread his message, and shrug, “Pa’s coming over? Okay fine…As long as he doesn’t try to disrupt the stream.”

*Got to go, bye love!*

“Okay, bye dad. Drive safe.”

*💖*

“…Is he gone? Finally! It’s just us chat! Let’s do drugs—no I’m just kidding! Please don’t cancel me.”

*While the cat’s away the mice will play*

“Thank you UnicornFLA for the five dollars. And yes, yes they shall~.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“DANG IT!!” You pull your hair in frustration, “WHY IS THIS CHICKEN SO FAST?!”

—Sad trumpet sounds —Up next is attempt #1000046753 —loser to a chicken bot —Noob! >:D

“Chat~!” You whine and glare at your camera, “NOT helping.”

A knock at your door, followed by it squeaking open, “Starlight, I’m coming in—,”

“Not right now pa!” You let out a loud dramatic sigh, “I am being cyber bullied.”

“I bring food—,”

“Never mind, come on in!” You bounce up in your seat, turning to face your other animatronic father.

He had on his dark blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and of course his usual night cap. In his hands where two plastic containers with a familiar elephant mascot. Moon walks over and gives you one of the boxes, along with a fork and a cloth napkin.

He levels you with a stern look, “Do not make a mess.:

“No promises~.” You could feel the drool filling your mouth. Wow you were hungry…”Oh, wait let me put up my chatting screen real quick. No need to force Chat to stare at the game over screen.”

Moon pulls over a chair right next to yours, “How is everything going tonight?”

You shrug, opening your box and giggling like a crazy person when the steam and aroma hits you. You dig in and shovel a fork full of rice into your mouth. “Stellar Chica keeps killing me.”

“Oh…Are you sure you’re just not good at this?” Moon teases.

“Not you too pa!” You swallow, “I get enough sass from chat…”

—Wait! —Moon Star is your DAD! —MOON STAR!!! —OMG —IT’S HIM —THE VOICE OF THE NARRATOR

You blink, taking another bite of your dinner while turning to Moon, “Narrator?”

“Don’t you remember when Sun and I spent a few weekends out of state?”

“Boring job stuff, yes.” You nod.

Moon points his fork at your monitor, “We were recording for this game—.”

You spit out your rice, “WHAT?!” snapping your head to the chat box, “Bro! Chat why didn’t you tell me?!” *We just found OUT! Don’t blame U

*We just found OUT! Don’t blame US!*

Moon picks up one of his dumplings, “Cute~.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Moon shrugs, “You never asked~.”

—Hi Mr. Moon sir! —HIIIIIIII —What got you into voice acting —Can you give us any lore????? —HI MOON!! How are you?

Moon hums, “Your chat is very lively.”

You nod your head and grab your water bottle. “They can be—,”

*Hello Mr. Star! I’m a huge fan and just wanted to say that I love your work!*

“Oh why thank you…WolfClawedTeen. That is very sweet. And thank you for the five dollars you sent my lovely starlight~.”

“Paaaaaaa~.” You groan but giggle when he starts petting your head. You push his hand away, “Want to stay and add commentary?”

He raises a brow, “Really?”

“Yeah! With you here, my views will sky rocket!”

Moon laughs and pulls out his phone, “Okay. Let me just text your fathers real quick.”

“They’re not coming home?”

“Something came up. They’ll have tomorrow off though." He starts typing away on his phone.

“Noice!” You set your water bottle and your food aside. “Alright, let’s start this baby up again. Having fun Chat? Enjoyed seeing me and my Pa eating? Hope you guys have had some food at least. Would make it less awkward.”

A chime rings out from your phone, screen lighting up with Moon’s text.

“Okay.” Moon sets his phone aside and crosses his legs while moving his food around with his fork to release some steam. “Let’s see why you keep dying to your Aunt Chica.”

—Aunt??? —How is your day so far u 2 —Aunt cHica —STARLET LORE! —🤯

“Great, chat is going crazy …”  You mumble, shooting a glare at your father.

“Love you sweetie~.” Moon coos.

After that he was in charge of the chat. Answering questions and responding to donations while also providing witty comebacks whenever you died in game or encountered a difficult puzzle. You both didn’t realize the two figures in the doorway, smiling happily as they watch their husband and precious daughter play a game together.

[crabsnpersimmons]

I wanna give them all a lil kiss :3

ooou! kisses for the boys!

Moon: no no no! please wait! i need to clean up clean up!! and then! then...! w-w-w-we should get to know each other first! this! this is too sudden!!

Sun: I do not understand.

Eclipse: Guess you'll have to settle for just little old me for now!

[divinit3a]

📝drabble: catch me! (if i fall) -> ao3 link 🌟sun x (a devious) assistant reader word count: 2423 chosen words: sparklers, cloud nine, honeydew, letting go, restart

here are the cafe prompts for fellas interested! the deadline for 'new beginnings' is jan 12, 2025 ;3c

“They're called sparklers,” You once told him. Nestled away in the darkness, the sparkle igniting the dim space like a strike of a match. He’s still not sure how you snuck the miniature fireworks into work that day, and he was never brave enough to ask in fear of the cheshire grin that would split across your face. Effectively making him your accomplice, as always. Wore that same grin that always told him he was going to loathe learning what you did this time that put your employment and his life on the line.

The low lighting of the evening tickled at their switch release. Sun hadn’t yet shifted into Moon, but his other half had been awakened and tugged at the dual AI until a presence pressed against his ‘mind.’ The rooftop was technically off limits to the attendant, but you insisted that a technicality was not enough to stop you. 

You dragged him up the stairs, ‘against his will!’, the ‘innocent’ robot would cry with crocodile tears–but he knew that with a single lock of a knee joint, he could have stopped you. He always could've stopped you, but curiosity and intrigue were too devious to ignore. 

”C-careful, you're going to start a fire!“ He remembers you laughing off his safety precautions, letting the sparkler continue to send of tiny sparks. The blitz of light danced across your face, sparkled in your eyes. That's what he always liked about you; a firecracker, a wild spirit who struck the whole ‘Plex like tornado scorned. Always bending the rules in a way that ignited his circuitry, without triggering a full reprimand. Teetering on the line. 

A liability he could delete with one report. Saved a headache.  And yet, the tightrope walk was too enthralling to cut short. 

The air was bitter cold, turning each breath you took into wisps that mystified him. Like you were exhaling magic. 

You'd stand up on the edge of the rooftop, walking along toe-by-toe, a fistful of sparklers in one hand. A fire-hazard. The attendant refused to light one of the hellish sticks, and instead followed right beside you. Matching each step. Reflexes engaged to catch you at any moment. Your actions always triggered their hypervigilance; a disaster sense tickling through his components. 

You brushed your opposite hand against the grated fence that bordered the rooftop, laced fingers between each metal link as you stepped along. 

A slight mis-step. The give of the fence was enough for it to fall down. A comet racing by as the anxiety surged in their wires, compelled to reach forward. 

Wrapping arms around he tugged you backwards, stopping you from recklessly tumbling into danger. You'd laugh and tap away at his shoulder joints, insisting that it was all just in good fun, that you were always fine, that you were safe here. You’d file a maintenance ticket later to fix the fence, it really wasn’t a big deal.

That day, the sparklers slipped out of your grip, and fell two stories down. The bright lights snuffed out in a strong gust of wind. A stroke of luck, Sun scolded, as otherwise it could have started a fire in the parking lot. He remembers that you snorted out a laugh, and patted at his chest plate until he relaxed his grip and set you down. 

You kept acting like nothing in the world bothered you, though he felt the quickened rhythm of you pulse from almost slipping and falling. Simply readjusted the scarf around your neck, and offered him a sparkler, fresh from the pack. Not giving in a single budge until he took it into his hand. 

From your jacket pocket you pulled out a lighter, a deep violet one that was all scuffed up. With great trepidation, Sun squeezed his optics shut and let you light a sparkler for him, tipping it towards the small flame you lit with a click of the sparkwheel. 

Even now, replaying the memory in his mind, he remembers how you cheered on that he was finally ‘loosening up a little.’ Sun let out a nervous chuckle, certain you’d be the end of him. 

Yet, he clings on to the memory of opening his eyes to see how bright that light was. How it lit up the joy on your face, vivid and bright.

The feeling was electrifying. Addictive. The thrill of walking life on the edge; hopped up all the way to cloud nine. 

-------

”Oh, it tastes sweet.“ You'd tell him, reading the robot's mind as it watched with fascination as you pecked away at your lunch. At first you put the employee discount to good use, tried out the fast-order tacos slopped with week-old sour cream and fizzy soda until realizing that it was a one-way ticket to stomach sickness. So now, the tupperware lids scattered around the play table. You wipe off your hands from the sticky residue, and offer the attendant a piece of honeydew.

Sun accepted the piece of food, as if it could ever matter to him. He turned it around between two pinched fingers, appraising the cubed piece of fruit. ”S-sweet?“ He asked, optics flickering up to look at you with an audible click. ”Are you sure, friend? It's all...“ His optics thin out, shutters lowering like eyelids that always caught a spark of light, drew you in to lean closer. Lacking a vaster vocabulary to rely on, the attendant settled on: ”Green. Like broccoli.“ He made a so-so gesture with his hand.

You pulled a face then sneakily slid a piece towards his static smile. The fruit tapped against their piano-key teeth, the snapped-close mask barring entry. A tingle dances across the faceplate, sensing the slightest shift in pressure. Detecting the cold temperature. 

Optical sensors scan the fruit as you hold it to his ‘lips’: 90% water, 9% carbohydrates, 0.1% fat, and 0.5% carbohydrates. The sugar content was moderate, about 8-12 grams of sugar per 100 grams. He failed to grasp the appeal, and said as much through the whirring kicked up of fans.

“Too bad.“ You taunted. ”Guess you'll never understand how great it is.” You popped the piece of fruit onto your tongue instead, made a show of savoring the taste. 

Taste. One of the few senses an entertainment automation certainly can’t replicate. As you chewed, you looked as smug as can be. A twinge of electricity nicked up his arms, caused fingertips to twitch with inaction. 

The subtle interactions stacked up to an avalanche a tap away from tipping over and all falling down.

In the moment, he remembers laughing along, while redirecting extra coolant to his circuits to quiet down the betraying whirl of fans as he overheated. He tip-tapped his fingers together, then shifted the topic towards an easier one. One that made sense to the lines of code filtering through his system, simple and predictable. Unlike you.

“A-anyways, I was thinking that today's afternoon craft could be...” He started a long spiel about cardstock, glitter glue, and macaroni. 

He noticed the way you'd subtly deflate, fiddled around with your notebook as you nodded along to the plans for the day. 

-------

“Like this?” You held up the abomination of a craft. Glue dripped down the sopped piece of paper, colorful faux feathers pasted on without logic or forethought. 

“Nonono, that’s all wrong!” The robot seethed, tugged at his rays, and you just laughed at his superficial anger. The way he’d stomp, and the ring of bells would ridicule his jester-themed tantrum. 

“Alright, Mr. Perfect. Show me how its done.” You gestured to the craft supplies in front of you. He recalls the timestamp: Sunday, 3:42 pm, 18 minutes before you’d stall on leaving. Again.

Sun’s voicebox crackled out a few choice insults, all child-friendly, he’s sure. Lured over by your practiced and weaponized inadequacy, he’d set down the supplies and be pulled from his hellbent task of cleaning the Daycare for the fourth time today. Fell victim to your trivial distractions. 

“Go on, enlighten me.” you’d tease with gusto, and his ruffles would bristle. 

“Well, first off, you aren’t even putting the caps backbackback on the gluesticks—” You’d barely answer his rants, responded with quipped ‘uh-huh’s that grinded his gears. And yet you’d listen to every pointless word, resting your head against your palm as eyelids drooped. At ease. 

With you around, he found that the weekends weren’t so boring anymore. 

For better or worse.

-------

There were days you were quiet, too. Not like yourself– at first he thought, incorrectly. No, all aspects of you were you; as multifaceted as the attendant himself. With darker shadows, a botched attempt at purging a secondary AI. Recycled and restarted, and yet still imperfect. 

Sun couldn’t find you on the shift most the day. Normally he’d tsk and hum and already have half an email drafted to send off to management, but he felt rather generous—and certainly not biased in his decision to spare you. He’d find you tucked into the alleyway directly behind the daycare, bypassing the emergency exit alerts with your clearance badge.

“Smoking is bad for your health,” Sun chided. 

You startled, nearly dropping the lighter in your hands. The small flame warms your palms. A violet stain on your record. 

“You should really let-let-let that badbadbad habit go, firefly.” The robot tsk’s, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway to appear imposing. The firewalls blared in his mind not to take a step outside, as it would go against protocols and leave the daycare unattended during hours of operation. 

You looked up at the nickname, interest piqued. Flicked the lighter closed, a small, damningly hopeful smile quirked at the edges of your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Preach to the choir, sunshine.” You bat the playful nickname right back, and his panels would shudder at the audacity twisted up in his circuits. Fingers curled into fists, rattling with underlaid frustrations. 

“R-right. Well.” Sun scritched at his lowermost rays. “H-hurry back in, its cold outside, and your breakbreakbreak is over in three minutes!” Sun taps the lack of a watch on his wrist, jostling the bells there like a tambourine. 

You bumped against the attendant as you walked past him in the doorway, unbothered by his spindly silhouette. 

“Oh, right. Sun?” His neck hinge swiveled, locking eyes. Rays shrunk back, waiting for your next remark.

“Thanks for looking out for me,” you said with a wink.

The attendant stammered as you cackled and walked away, lacking a pre-programmed retort to put up with your hijinks. The hot and cold act that left his wires bunched up into a mess. The intricacies of human behavior often went beyond his programming, but Sun could pinpoint a rulerbreaker with ease. He was sure he rushed you indoors, hands lingering on the cold of your shoulders just a little while longer than necessary to warm you back up. 

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It happened when he was trying to restock the supply closet.  An incident he refused to report to save out on his own pride.

Now, the animatronic was taller than the average human, but the storage layout in the ‘Plex was absurd even for robotic standards. Multi-leveled, crates and boxes, all shoved into the warehouse out back. Ladders with wheels attached type deal. Sun tried to catalogue the health-code violations, but his programming set up proxies and wiped the data each time. 

Beneath him, you waited impatiently and held the ladder to keep it steady. In Sun’s opinion the menial task was better than watching you roll the supply cart back and forth, played the squeaky wheels like a fiddle. Now that was a service ticket worth sending in — that the cart’s wheels needed a good oiling. After all, idle hands make for idle minds, and you are too much to leave unattended. 

“Find it yet?” You called up, louder than necessary. His rays retracted, audio input peeked by your shout. He shook their head, resetting the input levels to neutral. 

“A-almost, just need a few more–” Sun reached out to grab a crate with one arm, confident in the circuitry and hydraulics that powered his arms to handle the weight. 

Yet the briefest flicker in the power was enough to toggle the inbetween state between him and Moon, gears grinding and power reserves swapping tempos. The sudden flash was like being struck by lightning, agonizing and leaving their wires tingling as if burnt.

He let go of the ladder. He was falling.

The impact was softer than he imagined.  And noisier, too. 

“Caught you,” You laughed, arms encircled around their scrawny waist as you held them up from crashing into the concrete floor below. The buttons of their chestplate dug into your work uniform. The devious grin he was so enamored by cracked across your face like a thunderbolt. Maybe you knew, and just wanted to cheer him up.

The attendant was shockingly lightweight, a fact you’d deviously keep in mind for later. You acted as if blissfully unaware of the severity of the moment, the possibility of what would unfold should the power have went off for good, or should they have landed and dinged up their chassis over boxes of pom-poms and silly scissors. 

“I—I—You are insufferable!” Sun sputtered.

“Easy there, sunshine. You’ll blow a fuse.” You leaned the attendant back, righting his frozen posture. “See? No harm, no foul.” You brushed the bits of dust and debris off his shoulder mechanisms, paused to feel the delicate thrum of intricate machinery beneath the outer casings. 

The touch lingered as you zoned in on the humming. He remembers that part clearly, the most confusing of all.

“Hey, Sun?” You asked to cut through the shared silence. Voice soft as feathers. 

The attendant leaned in closer, circuits pumped to overdrive with anticipation. 

“Its 4:08. Do you think they’d pay me overtime if I stick out another hour?” You asked, cheekily aware of the extent of your damages to their emotional processors. He would reel back, reprimanded you for staying past clock-out time. The hardwired programming won out against the clockwork in their chest that just wouldn’t calm down, even as he walked you to the exit, raving all the while about your poor work ethic as you grinned.

Sun remembers spending the rest of the day in a daze, too starstruck by the encounter to accomplish much else. 

How he felt anything besides hatred for you, unpredictable, firecracker, wonderful you, the attendant would never be able to calculate or comprehend.

[vacantfields]

"... Sun?" You curiously asked the animatronic with its fingers wrapped gently around your wrist. The animatronic let out a scoff from its voicebox and what sounded like a sigh as well.

"No. Moon. I'm Moon, Starlight... Has he really never mentioned me to you?" He asked so carefully, like he was afraid of the answer. You furrowed your brows. "Sun? No... no, he has never mentioned you, Moon. I'm sorry." You did feel sorry, so you moved your free hand to put it over the back of the hand that was wrapped around your wrist. "If it's any condolence I am very happy to meet you, Moon." You said with a small smile.

That slightly softened Moon's worried brow, though his red eyes looked sadder. "Sun and I inherit the same body. He cuts me out mostly for when you two have alone time together... he... fears. I will hurt you Starlight, but I would never."

You frowned. Sun kept his other half away from you? Why? Moon seemed sad but harmless. "Well... Moon. Maybe we can finally get to know each other then! I will talk sternly with Sun, though, once he's... in the front seat." Moon smiled softly at that and moved his hand down to yours to hold it.

"I would love to get to know you better, Starlight." He said so tenderly and earnestly that you felt flush, and the color in your cheeks only got more vibrant when he pulled your hand up more and then leaned down to gently place his grin against your knuckles.

"Oh."

That was all you said in response, but you were sure he could hear your heart beating faster than before.

[r0tting-rat]

"Little pest."

Hi Magpie!!! Gift :> Just a lil thing for a very talented someone with an incredible au. Yeah I'm a huge simp for their alien boys what about it /silly

Pairing: Alien King!Eclipse (by @sleepymagpie-draws) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: None, maybe just a bit ooc (sorry mags) Words: 4000+ Summary: You're bored and can't sleep. Thank god you have someone to annoy to pass the time <3 Heavily inspired by this ask/art!!! Literally died when I saw it he's so beautiful. Additional tags: TouchSTARVED reader. Starved as hell. Also fluff fluff fluff so much fluff. Magpie I love him can you tell. (Reminder everyone that the reader has techincally been kidnapped, but they're pretty chill about it dw)

Who said being kidnapped by aliens is a terrifying and horrible experience? It has already been months since Sun literally grabbed you and brought you with him, and you have yet to be put on a vivisectionist's table. In fact, all you have known since then are silky sheets, soft pillows, ornate plates of fresh fruits you have never seen before, and heavy pieces of jewelry that hang down your neck and rest fresh against your sternum. You live better than you used to back on Earth, spoiled rotten by three royals every single day of your dull life, sleeping in a bed three times the size of a human one, and with countless workers ready to be summoned at your every call. Although, you have to admit that you much prefer the attention of your “captors” compared to the one of their servants, feeling like their soft touches work like a relaxing balm on your mood. 

The one of the three brothers you see less is Eclipse, and even if you can bet your money on the fact that he must be constantly busy due to his duties as a king, you can’t help but wish you could spend more time with him, craving the way he gently scratches the top of your head with his claws whenever he manages to stop by and pay you a visit.

Rolling around in the soft sheets of the bed you are resting on, looking up at the dull ceiling, you feel like a pampered and neglected pet at the same time, left to the care of strangers who refuse to speak more than quick sentences to you, covered by precious gifts from head to toe and fed with silver spoons while also being locked alone in your quarters for hours without end. 

You complain, of course. To Sun, Moon, and anyone who’s willing to swing by and listen, really. You grumble and whine; you roll on your bed and do your best attempt at puppy eyes, but all the brothers do is laugh and caress your cheeks. There are rules—they say—rules that can’t be broken, and each time they remind you, you roll your eyes. They promised you books and games to pass the time, but as you wait for the shipment from Earth to arrive, you are left with nothing. You don’t understand the language of the heavy volumes collecting dust in the bookshelves of your room, and something tells you you wouldn’t enjoy reading them even if you did.

The part of the brothers’ visits you hate the most is when you see them stand up and prepare to leave, because you know that the very moment the door closes behind them, it locks, leaving you stuck in your room for hours. There’s no real keyhole in your door, so you can only guess how it works, but from what you have gathered so far, it seems like it’s semi-automatic but opens only when you’re coming in from the outside. Listening to Sun and Moon made you realize another thing as well: their rooms seem to be close to yours—maybe even adjacent—and the thought infuriates you. So close, and yet so far! Why do they so rarely visit you if they are so close by? Do they have other places to rest? Do they sleep at all? Are the bedrooms just for show? Drowning in questions, you decide that it’s time to break some rules, and when Eclipse finally stops by to visit you after dinner, you come up with a plan. 

The alien is so tall the tip of his crown brushes over the canopy of your bed as he leans over your draped form on the bed. He rests one of his hands on top of your head, brushing your hair back, and you look up at him with a pout.

“Finally decided to pay attention to me?” you say, swatting his hand away and sitting up. You know you’re being a brat, but if they so desire to treat you as a glorified pet, then you might as well show them the reality of owning one. From under his crown, which you consider more like a helmet or mask, you hear the disappointed clicking of his mandibles that translates through your magnetic ring with a soft cooing sound.

“Oh, my pet, are you feeling neglected?” he asks, coming back to gently run his claws through your hair. He loves to do it, and you love allowing him.

“I’m bored, Eclipse.” You have no qualms about calling him by his real name, ignoring any honorific everyone around keeps suggesting to you. “I’m bored, and it’s been almost a week since your last visit.”

You shift back on the bed a little so it doesn’t seem done on purpose, and you watch as the terrifyingly huge alien climbs on the disarranged covers to follow you. He never fully enters your personal space, always keeping enough room between the two of you to keep things “formal,” in a way, but you also noticed how he likes to have you at arm’s length. Every time you are in the same room as Eclipse, one of his four arms is always touching you, resting on your head or shoulder, tilting your chin up, sometimes even running his claws from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck just to see you shiver and glare at him.

“My apologies,” he says, and his words sound sincere, “I promise the shipment will arrive shortly; you’ll have your books in no time.”

“It’s not the books that I want, though,” you reply, leaning closer, and that causes Eclipse to slightly move back, like he’s scared you might end up too close to his face. “You kidnapped me, dragged me here, then proceeded to simply ignore me.”

You weren’t being ignored, of course. You were just acting dramatic so as to get what you wanted.

“I’m sure I do not need to remind you who of the three of us is the one at fault for your presence here. As I told you already, I’m afraid I cannot bring you with me while I work, pet,” Eclipse sighs, “After we expanded on your little planet, both Sun and Moon’s responsibilities and tasks have doubled as well. It has to be said, your fellow humans are quite rowdy.”

You turn your head away, pretending to look saddened by the news—nothing you hadn’t expected, of course, but still.

“Also, the thought of you roaming these halls alone makes us all uneasy,” he adds, “You could get lost, or someone could see you and be scared to the point of calling the guards on you. That’s why we must lock your door, my pet, to keep you safe.”

“Not because you think I might run away?” you question, eyebrows rising up with skepticism, and Eclipse purrs with amusement.

“Run off? And where to, silly?” he laughs, “You wouldn't even know how to leave this place, let alone return to your home planet.”

He’s right; running from them would have been stupid. Plus, you don’t really want to escape—not when you have two princes and a king spoiling you like that—you just need to leave that damned room for at least five minutes so as to not go mad! Is it too much to ask not to be subjected to psychological torture?

“Are you returning tomorrow morning?” you ask, hopeful, and Eclipse shakes his head. You groan, now seriously disappointed, and try not to lean too much into the touch of his hand caressing your cheek. The contact burns, like living embers, and you have to stifle a second groan. It’s been so long since you had some form of physical contact with a human, and something tells you it’s starting to take a toll on you, making you more compliant and demanding of attention. It could be due to the unfamiliar setting, which you simply can’t grow accustomed to despite how much you walk the perimeter of your large room, or the complete absence of familiar faces, but the cause of it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you need to be hugged, to be cuddled, to be held, and to be caressed. You’re touch starved, so hungry for it you could just throw yourself at Eclipse and cling on his neck until he relents and decides to sleep there with you or bring you to his room—either way, you’d get a full night of cuddles; too bad common decency stops you from hugging a king like a koala. 

“I have an important meeting in the morning, so I’m afraid not. I’m sure Sun and Moon might be able to clear their schedules in the afternoon, though, so don’t fret.”

His words are apologetic, but you feel as if they were said with the sole purpose of bringing you harm because they do nothing but hurt you. 

Eclipse leaves after a while of chatting, bringing all the warmth of the room with him, and you watch him from your spot on the edge of the bed as he walks towards the door. You’re on your back, head hanging down the bed, staring blankly at the heels of the king and mentally preparing your next move. You act fast. The door opens, Eclipse slips away, and right before it closes, you throw a pillow in the gap of the threshold. The noise of the pillow falling is soft and muffled, and Eclipse doesn’t seem to notice that the door hasn’t closed completely behind him; instead, he simply walks away in the white corridor outside your room, and you stare at your successful attempt with surprise. You actually did it! The door is still open, blocked by the red pillow, and you finally have access to the rest of the rooms. 

Carefully standing up from your bed, like afraid someone from outside could hear you, you make your way towards the exit and peek out, hoping not to be met with Eclipse’s disappointed masked face. When your eyes travel the length of the long corridor extending before you like a white snake, you find no sign of any alien, and a smile splits on your lips from ear to ear.

The idea of immediately beginning to explore is alluring, but you know better than to leave when it’s still so early. You must wait some time until you’re sure Eclipse must have already retreated to his room for the night, and then enact the second phase of your plan.

Once you’re finally sure enough time has passed since the king has wished you goodnight, you finally push fully open the door of your room, looking around once more to make sure the coast is clear. After that, you put the pillow back to stop the door just in case it couldn’t be opened from outside like you thought, and walk in the direction you’re almost sure Eclipse has taken. During your short trip, you notice the complete lack of furniture or wall decorations in the halls, mumbling to yourself about “rich people’s lack of taste,” occasionally finding a door and trying to open it with no success, and you’re just about to give up when you finally place your open palm against one tall frame and see it move at your gentle touch. 

You stare in disbelief at the room opening before you, large and barren at the same time, trying to understand who the place belongs to while lingering on the door sill. In the darkness you see thousands of books neatly arranged on tall bookshelves, with their colorful and ornate hard covers staring at you as if they’re aware you’re a stranger, and as you enter you notice many have a broken spine. Those books, you realize, have been well loved by someone, or maybe simply re-read dozens of times out of need. It doesn’t matter to you, because what you’re most interested in is the second door in a corner of the room, likely leading to the actual bedchambers. It seems like the initial area has been arranged to be used as an office, separated from the personal spaces, but if that isn’t the truth, then you might have simply stepped into a random library and made a fool of yourself in front of the books. The hair on the back of your neck is standing up, and the monkey part of your brain keeps screaming that there’s someone watching you, but the deeper you go in the quarters, the more you keep telling yourself that it’s just your imagination. Your bare feet leave a slight trail on the carpet in the middle of the room as you walk towards the second door. 

As expected, the second room is more similar to a bedroom, although it doesn’t seem to gain any form of personality compared to the office you just left, almost as if the owner of the room doesn’t spend too much time in it. It wouldn’t fit Sun to sleep into such a sterile and dark ambience, and you feel like Moon would also take some more care into creating a welcoming area for himself, so that leaves out only one of the three brothers. 

The size of the bed confirms your theory: you have ended up exactly in Eclipse’s room, and you’re face to face with his sleeping form. Or, at least you guess it must be him, considering how dark it is in that corner. The only source of light in the room is a large window kept almost entirely shut, not allowing a ray of starlight to enter, so you really can’t be sure of anything.

The canopy bed in front of you is enormous, of a deep burgundy color, and see-through curtains drape over it to hide the figure in the middle. As you study the fabrics with the tips of your fingers, testing the softness, you find yourself enamored by it, beginning to press your open palms in the covers and then your face. You breathe in the scent, delicate while also heavy in your nostrils, and recognize the amazing aroma Eclipse brings with him everywhere he goes. You have no idea if it’s his favorite perfume or simply his natural scent; all you know is that it reminds you of the time you fell asleep on the king’s cape while he stopped for a visit, and the morning after, you found it still draped over you like a heavy cloak.

With your face in the covers, you simply close your eyes and let the memory play in your mind, affection blooming in your chest and throat like a warm flower, not noticing the dark frame towering over you from behind. Eclipse, from the height of his 8 ft, looks down at you like you’re nothing but a silly rabbit caught in a trap, about to be served for dinner to a horde of hungry guests. 

“What exactly are you doing here, little pest?” he asks, and his deep growl makes you jump in the spot. When you turn around, your heart is racing, your eyes are wide open, and you feel more like prey than ever before in your life. As soon as you realize that Eclipse isn’t wearing his crown, you suddenly feel your blood pumping in your throat, and your cheeks grow warm at the sight of the red marks around his eyes and the dark color of his face sweetly mixing together, hypnotizing you for a second. All you can think of in that little head of yours is that the male should take off the helm more often so as to let his beautiful eyes see the light of day. 

It isn’t the first time you saw him without the headpiece; sometimes he takes it off after he comes back from a long meeting with his advisors, and the sight always strikes you like lightning.

Eclipse—it has to be said—is beautiful. Not only for the eyes, which are of a wonderful milky color that makes you feel as if they’re cursing you with some kind of magic, but also for his soft features, unfortunately hidden for most of the time. Did his citizens even know their king looked like that? Heavens, you suddenly remember why you’re so happy that you’ve been kidnapped.

Eclipse is wearing something similar to a robe that wraps around his torso while leaving his chest open, with long sleeves covering his four large arms, and everything is kept into place by a tie in the front. He must have been on his way to go to bed before you interrupted him.

“It is only polite to answer when a royal addresses you,” the alien angruily reminds you, and you suddenly realize you haven’t said a thing since he entered. 

“I just… I wanted, I was…” None of your sentences are making sense, so you swallow the lump in your throat and force your mind to clear itself of all the other distracting thoughts. “I just wanted to spend time with you, Eclipse.”

That sentence paired with some well-played puppy eyes is enough to make the alien sigh and relent, annoyed, probably too tired to argue with you after a long day of work.

“I don’t know how you left your room, but that’s unimportant now. You should return, it’s late,” he says, and you pout.

“Why can’t I sleep here?” you ask, and Eclipse looks down at you like you have grown a second head. 

“I have a meeting tomorrow morning. Have you forgotten?” he sounds incredulous, “I’ll wake up early.”

You shrug after fake-pondering for a second. You had already made your decision. 

“I don’t mind,” you reply with a small smile, “I sleep for the most part of the day anyway, so I’m well rested.”

Eclipse’s eyes turn into slits as he stares down at you, one pair of arms crossed over his chest and the other pair of fists on his hips. You can’t help but admire the dip of his collarbones as the fabric of his robe reveals more of him.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” he sighs, and your smile widens as you see his resolve start to break. You shake your head, and Eclipse finally relents. “Fine, get on the bed already.”

With a smug expression, you jump on the soft covers, happy with your little win, and you watch from behind the see-through curtain the king as he walks back in his personal library and returns, a moment later, with a book in his hand. You turn around, curious, and realize that the frame you thought belonged to Eclipse was actually just a bunch of pillows stuffed under the covers. Had he put them there because he had heard you come in? That would explain why he was ready to jump on you the very moment you turned your back.

The king motions you to get under the covers, then parts the curtains to slip in himself. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tense frame relaxes once his body finally rests on the mattress, as if the dark red sheets weren’t made of fabric but rippling water of a warm spring. One of his hands wraps around you, caressing your back, and you take it as a sign you can scoot closer and lay your cheek on his chest. The contact is pleasant, sending a nice buzzing of emotions down your spine, and you find yourself leaning onto him more and more every second, warm face resting on a cold and hard exoskeleton with a sigh. His main pair of arms opens the book on a page in the middle, and, with his back against the headboard, he begins reading a book with pages covered in mysterious letters and signs.

You can’t help your curiosity, and the words slip out of your mouth even before you can stop them. You don’t want to bother him, but you crave to hear him talk to you some more. 

“What are you reading?” you ask, and Eclipse begins to smile.

“Fiction. After so many hours spent on documents, I need something to distract my mind.”

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you murmur, and your sentence makes him laugh.

“You just don’t know me enough, pet,” he almost purrs, and once again your face heats up. How can he say that as if it was nothing? You do want to know him more—in fact, you want to know everything about Eclipse. You want to know his favorite books, his favorite scents, what he does in the morning after waking up, and what he likes to eat. You want to ask about his childhood, you want to spend time with him and his brothers, you want to learn more about their culture and more about them as well. You want to be able to spend every second with the three of them, but you can’t, so you cherish the moment you have with Eclipse before you eventually fall asleep.

“That’s something we can always change,” you say, nuzzling closer to him and closing your eyes for a moment. You’re so close you can hear the pumping of his heart under his exoskeleton, and the sound of it is almost lulling you to sleep. “What’s the story about?”

“Ah, just a tale about two lovers,” he explains, “It’s tragic, but I can’t fall asleep without reading at least a chapter.”

“I hope it’s not too tragic,” you murmur, “It’d be sad if one died.”

“I must agree with you here,” Eclipse hugs you even closer. “They’re made for each other. If one were to pass away, I have no idea what the other would do.”

You feel cradled by the gentleness in his words, the emotion that you so rarely hear in them, like a hand caressing your cheek and tilting your face up. When you do open your eyes, you find Eclipse fondly looking down at you with a small smile.

“Keep going,” you mutter, fighting with your own heavy eyelids as you speak, “I wanna know about them…”

“Sleep, my dear pet,” Eclipse whispers instead, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “I’ll tell you more tomorrow.”

You don’t want tomorrow to come, you know you wouldn’t stand to see him wearing his crown and leave for the day. The thought is so painful you curl up into a ball and groan, and you stop only when a pair of strong arms hold you close to a hard chest, and you realize that Eclipse has fully slipped under the cover and is now gently hugging you, one hand on the nape of your neck, another burying its fingers in your hair, and the last two resting on your hips. Another kiss is placed on your forehead, and you swear you might just start boiling on the spot.

“What about your book?” you ask with a tired and groggy voice, wrapping yourself around Eclipse some more, like you’re afraid someone might come in and untangle you from him. 

“It’ll wait,” the king answers. 

“But you said you can’t sleep without reading…” Your eyes are closed again, and this time you feel like they might not open until morning.

“This can work as well.” 

You finally fall asleep cradled and hugged by Eclipse’s arms, uncaring of his hard shell being so different from any kind of fur or skin humans might find more comfortable, and when you do manage to sleep into your own world, you do it with a smile on your lips. You’re no longer afraid of turning around right after waking up and finding the bed empty and cold, not anymore, not when Eclipse is making up for all the lack of affection you had to endure. 

Next time, you’ll try to see if you can rope Sun and Moon into it too. It’d be nice to have a sleepover all together.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

not going anywhere (FNaF Sun/Moon x Reader short oneshot)

hapy valntins, here's a short fluff piece based off my Afton Virus'd Reader AU, with a hint of unhinged clinginess on all sides <3

FNaF DCA x gender-neutral Reader One-shot, 1,118 words, fluff, implied romantic feelings, clingy obsessive possessive lovers

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You struggled to open your eyes, squinting and blinking several times before you could begin to make out shapes. Ah… you had fallen asleep at work again. You had promised you would get better about that, but… Well, they didn’t really seem to mind too much… In fact, some days their moods were improved after you spent a night dozing in their room…But you were fairly sure you had been down in maintenance doing paperwork, hadn’t you? So when had you…

You lifted an arm to rub at your eyes, looking around more clearly. You glanced down and breathed a quiet sigh, smiling despite yourself. Of course. They were your ever loyal companions, of course they must have gotten concerned when you failed to clock out or wish them good night as you left. And what caring person wouldn’t take their dear overworked friend to bed if they found them asleep at some cramped, poorly lit desk? And of course they had stayed to watch over you and make sure you slept well, that was their job. 

They really were too sweet for words. Altogether too kind to you, especially after everything you had been through together.

You reached down, gently straightening Moon’s cap with one hand. His eyes were shut, expression peaceful as he ‘slept’ so soundly, using your stomach as a pillow with his arms wound around you several times over. He was warm and heavy, but comfortably so, and it soothed your aching muscles to have the constant pressure of his weight bearing down on you. Even your hands didn’t ache so terribly when he held them. You took a deep breath, gently tracing the curve of his cheek, stroking beneath his eye with your thumb. He was pretty, though he would deny it- a work of art made life. You could look at him for hours and not grow tired. He had said the same of you, once, but you hadn’t been sure why or if he was even being honest. 

You looked around, seeing the sliver of light breaking through the curtains of the balcony. It must be morning by now, you mused, oddly disappointed. There wasn’t time to be lazing about, no matter how comfortable it was or how your head pounded at the thought of going back to the grindstone. You had work to do. You always had so much work to do…

You shook your head, attempting to shoo the thoughts away, and shuffled upward, slowly working yourself into a sitting position without disturbing your slumbering companion. It was still early, and they always fretted over you so much… It would be good for them to rest a while longer, wouldn’t it? You smoothed the ruffle under his chin before beginning the awkward shuffle out of his arms. You’d had plenty of practice at this point, with how often you ended up in this situation, but it was better to be cautious than to risk waking the sleeping jester. They could be quite clingy when they first woke. 

You pushed yourself onto your knees, grasping at the wall to get yourself on your feet.

“Darling,”

A hand traced up your back, the fingertips snagging in your shirt and grabbing a handful of the fabric in an unyielding grip, stopping you in your tracks. 

“where do you think you’re going?”

You were frozen for half a moment before you turned to look down. Moon was awake, one eye cracked open to fix you with a piercing red glare, one arm extended to hold you in place, half standing, only a few inches from where you had been sleeping. You let out a sigh of defeat, disappointed you hadn’t managed to slip away unnoticed, but smiled at him softly.

“Good morning, you two.”

He let out a low hum, his claws dragging against your shirt as he pulled you downward slowly until you were once more seated on the floor. He lifted himself up enough to creep closer, keeping his intense red gaze fixated on yours as he dragged you into his arms again. His other hand followed a similar path of the first, his claws gliding up your back to sink into the fabric just behind your shoulderblade as he laid on top of you once more. The sensation was featherlight but left a shudder going up your spine as the ticklish feeling lingered. 

“You didn’t answer our question, starlight.”

You sighed, gently petting the top of his head, rubbing his cheek as you repeated the movement several times. “I can’t stay. I have work to do.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes again. His hands adjusted their hold, gently working more fabric into his fists as his grip on you grew tighter. “Nonsense. No work today. Daycare is closed.”

You vaguely remembered hearing about a scheduled day off for this section. If you had remembered, you could have planned to do some of your work here… Lamenting over it wouldn’t help the fact that you still had to get up… “That sounds nice, Moon, but-”

“Sh. No buts.” He hissed quietly, pressing his fingertips into your back in a way that made you jump. 

“Moondrop…”

“No.” 

His voice grew sharp, firm, but his peaceful expression didn’t waver. Instead, he lifted a hand and covered your eyes, gently pressing you down until you were laying on your back, nearly consumed by blankets and pillows they kept here specifically for you. He opened one eye again, lifting his hand to meet your gaze for only a moment.

“Sleep, my star.”

He covered your eyes again, pressing his face to your temple in a gentle caress. He draped himself over you, tangling your legs in his as he laid his weight around you carefully, cocooning you in his embrace. 

“Rest, here.”

The darkness was soothing on your aching eyes, and your muscles felt worn and tired simply from your attempt to get up… Maybe it was still early. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you slept just another hour more. Just a little more sleep, so you would be able to work most efficiently. He wouldn’t insist if it wasn’t necessary. 

You let out a long sigh, relaxing into his unyielding, tender embrace. You felt rather than heard the chuckle that rose from his chest. You were putty in his hands, and oh did he know it. You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his chest. 

“Alright. You’ll wake me in an hour, won’t you? There’s still so much to do…” You yawned, draping an arm over him. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his teeth, and you felt his smile.

“Of course, my starlight.” He lied. 

[magicicephoenix]

Have you ever thought of the dca's stimming? Or walking on tiptoes, or standing with the trex arms ?? (Cuz i stand with trex arms alot and thinking of my comfort characters doing it is so silly !! :]])

Also, could I give each of them a hug? If touch is okay, of course. ^^

(I like the color orange, sorry if it's harder to read)

i think about them stimming all the time… and Moon absolutely walks on tiptoes. constantly. it would be very bad if he was human but thankfully he is a silly little robot. quick compilation of Moon tiptoes i’ve drawn (plus bonus Sun stimming!):

Sun does trex arms! but Moon doesn’t, he is an arms-hanging-limp type bot :P

and of course you can hug them! here’s their reactions :)

Sun brightens at your request. “I’m always happy to hug, friend!” he chirps. He stoops down and pulls you tight to his chest, then lifts you off the floor. He spins you around, giggling and squeezing you with a happy hum. His grip is just about to dip into too-tight territory when he finally releases you, plopping you down on the floor with a wide smile.

Moon regards you, then nods and opens his arms. He waits for you to approach. When you’re within his reach, his arms close quickly like a Venus flytrap. He gently bundles you to his chest, his touch featherlight and feeling a lot like being enveloped by a comfortable blanket. He holds the position for as long as you wish, only retracting when you shift away.

[missterious-figure]

Little oneshot about Underboss Sun and florist y/n! This takes place after florist y/n has met Sun, but doesn't know he is in the mafia yet.

Sun was walking his usual route to head over downtown where he needed to attend to some "business". Though, he was slightly more upbeat then usual. It wasn't very noticeable in his stoic appearance, but anyone who knew him could tell. There was a certain soft fondness in his eyes. The look he only had when thinking of something he loved or cared about. And of course, it was you. He remembered the first time he had met you, as he was curious when your flowershop had opened a couple weeks ago. He had wandered in to check things out and make sure nothing fishy was going on in there.

He reminisced on how terrified you had been (rightfully so) when he squeezed through the doors and looked around your little shop. You tried you best to smile and talked kindly to him. You had even offered him a potted plant for free. (Which he now took extra good care of). Ever since then, he had decided to stop at your little shop every time he walked downtown. Gradually, you started becoming genuinely friendly with him, and he began to warm up to you. So small and sweet, just trying to brighten up this bad part of town with your little plants. You really had no idea how dangerous this place was. How dangerous he could be...

He shook away his thoughts as he neared your little shop. He could smell the sweet fragrance of the well kept flowers you were selling. He reached the door and gently opened it, before turning sideways, bending down, and going through shoulder first. Soon he got his big bulk inside and let the door closed behind him. He was greeted with the sound of soft sobs. He saw you leaning against the wall behind the register with your face buried in your hands. Not noticing Sun yet, you trembled quietly, another soft sob escaping you.

He quickly approached you and joined you behind the counter. Hearing his foot steps, you looked up from your hands. He gently put his hands on your shoulders and used his massive thumb to clear away the tears from your right eye.

"Doll, what happened?"

As you looked up at him, your little eyes full of tears, Sun noticed that the skin around your left eye was purple and swollen. Definitely from being whacked or punched. It was purposeful and definitely no accident. Thankfully, it didn't look to bad.

"Oh... you poor thing. Got a little banged up... who did this to you?"

You could only sniffle and sob for a moment, but he didn't rush you or hassle to speak. He patiently waited for you to respond.

"A customer... he punched me when I told him I was out of the kind of flower he wanted."

You paused and sniffled again.

"I think he was really drunk... I could smell it on his breath... I-I was so scared..."

You broke into another fit of sobs, fresh tears dampening your eyes again. Sun could feel a boiling rage building up in his chest. His internal fans roared with fury. But he forced himself to keep a calm composure. He gently pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around you. You stuffed you face in his suit and sobbed even more, leaning into him. He tried his best to comfort you.

"There, there. It'll be okay..."

"Do you know the man's name, doll?"

"I think it was John Flink? Or maybe Fint... I hadn't heard him very well..."

Your voice was very muffled as you hadn't taken your face out of Sun's suit, but he instantly knew who it was. John Flint, that scumbag. He was a shady bastard that often gambled at the bar that Don Eclipse went to. Sun had no clue why he of all people had come to your little flowershop. But that didn't matter. This was going to be the last mistake that slimy weasel ever made. How dare he hurt you. How dare that rat touch his precious little doll.

John was going to pay, but all in good time. For now, Sun was had to help you calm down. He stayed there for quite a while, holding you can trying to make you feel safe...

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(I'm not sure what the actual plot of the mafia au will be yet, but I honestly might have a few different versions, changing different perspectives and ideas depending each y/n. Some people suggested having y/n have all of the jobs at the same time, and I really like that idea! But I also like the idea of how each y/n might react or fair with the boys on their own. I do think i want to do both...)

Full picture!

[asriel20asi]

Moon cradles your hands between his own, places a soft kiss upon your knuckles and hums a lullaby that is soft and sweet, lulling you to sleep.

[muzzlemouths]

Day 1 — "Best friend"

"Alright, I've got one. How do you make a tissue dance?"

You stifle a snort, smiling ahead of the punchline. "How?"

"You put a little boogie in it!" Sun slaps his knee with a metallic clang that echoes, shoulders bouncing with laughter that mirrors your own. "Get it?"

"Very funny," you answer. "Did you hear about the guy who stole all that soap?"

The kiddie chair groans under his weight as Sun leans closer, his laughter momentarily forgotten. Suddenly he's very, very serious. "I haven't heard a thing," his rays dance a little, shrinking inward. "Did they catch him?"

Humming, your hand digs idly into the tub of pony beads sitting between you, dragging the answer out as long as you can. A theatrically deep sigh escapes you. "I'm afraid not," you tell him. "They say he made a clean getaway."

A smirk slowly creeps onto your face as he twitches in your peripheral vision. The wall clock ticks once. Twice.

"Oh, you sneaky little—" He breaks for laughter, wheezing with an automated grind of rusty levers deep within his chassis that sounds more akin to a deflating balloon. "The set up, the punch line, the drama," his palm lands with a humored thump against the table, bouncing the beads in their tub. "That was a good one. You're going to beat me at my own game, at this rate!"

"Oh, hardly." Your hand swims through the rainbow sea of beads in search of a specific shade of blue. "I'm just repeating what I remember out of my jokes book."

Sun threads a letter bead onto the elastic cord pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "A whole book full of jokes?" His faceplate spins with excitement. "Oh, pinch me! What a thrill!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool, I guess. The library billed me for its hospital stay, though."

"Hospital—huh?"

"Well I had it so long, I broke the spine," you curb your laughter behind a façade of seriousness, not allowing him enough time to process the first punch line before decking him with the second. "I tried getting an appointment with a good doctor, but they were all booked!"

Sun is doubled over before the last of it is even out of your mouth, having evidently picked up on where the joke was headed, already, and still it has him entirely consumed by glee. He's going to break the kid's table between you if he slams his fist into it any harder.

Having successfully located the correct shade of blue, you slide the last bead to sit beside the rest and finally tie the cord off with a knot, neat and tidy. It's nothing special as far as kandi bracelets go, but you're proud of the effort behind it, regardless. After all, you weren't prepared to do any crafting today in the first place. Sun had asked you to help him sort the new shipment of beads before you went home for the night — one thing led to another and, well, here you are.

"All finished!" Sun quells his laughter enough that he can tie off his own bracelet; a parade of pastels in every color with the letter's "BFF" at the center. It hangs on a single finger, dwarfed by his massive hand, as he offers it to you with a big, cheesy grin. "Well? What d'ya think?"

The bracelet slips over your palm and comes to a rest just below the joint like a slipper made to fit. "BFF?"

"Best friends forever!"

"I love it," you tell him, feeling warmed by the notion. "Want to see mine?"

Too impatient to wait for an answer, you hand over your second bracelet of the night — a string of midnight blue with chunky yellow stars in between — and watch as his eyes light up and his voicebox crackles with a certain gravel that isn't quite his.

"Pretty," he says. Too short of a remark to have come from Sun. He slides it along his own wrist to sit above the yellow bracelet already there.

"Well, I should get home." The miniscule chair topples backwards as you stand, hands bracing against the table. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer tonight. There's a concert opening downtown and I want to get back before the traffic gets too bad."

Sun follows your lead and awkwardly squirms his way out of the kid's chair. "You could always stay the night," he says. The giggle in his voice is the only way to know for sure that he's joking. "Let me walk you out, at least."

These moments are your favorite. When the world is quiet, and you can enjoy each other's company without worrying about what tomorrow brings. It makes every goodbye feel like it will last forever. Who would have known that a friend could ever feel so much like home.

Sun opens the door for you, but stands in its path, shifting the weight between his feet with a metallic ring of his bells and a doting expression like he has a thousand things he wishes to say to you. Ultimately, he settles for something simple, yet no less fond.

"See you in the morning."

[r0b0s-robos]

Moon’s love for you is soft and gentle, it’s comforting.

Sometimes you catch him looking at you as if you were the whole world. And sometimes he believes that you are. And it’s that belief that urges him to hold you.

His half-idded gaze falling on you as his fingers brush behind your ear… He thinks surely there can’t be anyone like you.

Sun’s love is exuberant, it’s unconstrained and messy. He's not sure what to do with himself. So, he does everything he can think of. He dazzles and shows off, he makes crude (but very earnest) drawings, he stays by your side (just in case you need him for anything. anything at all. don't be shy, he’ll help, he’s right there).

And when you’re laughing and he’s holding you– you're so close he can feel all the little heart thumps in your chest, like a song, his favorite song– he knows you're his world. It's such an intense feeling, it has to be true.

And you've told them both, “There are plenty of people like me. Humans aren't as unique as you think.” Or, “I’m not the only nice human. I'm just the lucky one that got to meet you guys first.”

They don't believe you. Luck has nothing to do with it. You’re presence means far too much. It couldn't be luck, it had to be fate.

[crabsnpersimmons]

thanks for the positive response to himbo Moon! he also wanted to say thanks:

some extras under the cut!

Edit: Image descriptions added!

no text version:

oh and in case you're curious about what his new body looks like, i managed to remember to take a picture of the sketch before inking! he basically has glamrock freddy's model design, except his legs and feet are more slender so he can be more light on his feet:

also... i did the math (meaning, i eyeballed a height chart with freddy's model and put the numbers in an ellipse calculator i found online)—freddy, and therefore moon here, has a bust size of 179.74 cm or 70.76 inches (almost 5'11" circumference).

writing muse: not thicc enough. the world record for the largest muscular chest is 74 inches!

...do with that information what you will

this is what i did with that information (with a cameo of @vacantfields's android moon! they've got a bit of rivalry/affair/kismesis between each other ♠️)

poor hairdresser himbo moon isn't as flexible as he used to be :')

[midnight-mourning]

Pun War. (Sun x reader Drabble)

Requested By: @starspindle

Word Count: 498

Summary: You and Sun find yourselves in a heated battle fit only for the cleverest of jesters, but all's fun in jokes and war until one of you makes a slip up that might be a step too far. Or is it?

Note: This was very fun! It put my pun skills to the test. It also proves that yes, I CAN write fluff. Hope you enjoy ^-^

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"This is quite the disASTER, isn’t it?" You had said, picking up one of the scattered flowers in hopes of calming down the child in front of you. Note to self, maybe save any projects with plants for the older kids. 

It worked though, the little boy giggling as he scurried away, a few fistfuls of flowers in his hands. 

Sun, having overheard the joke from where he was currently managing the other children called out, "I’m rooting for you, Sunshine!"

It took you a moment to notice the pun, but then you smirk. 

"Thanks for being such a good bud-dy, Sunny."

He bows, eyes uplifted with glee, "My pleasure, Sunflower."

Throughout the rest of the morning, the two of you go back and forth with your puns. Switching from plants to anything around the Daycare seamlessly. Also seamlessly, the puns you make become more, flirty, in nature. 

"You brighten my morning."

"You've got me hooked on you."

“I crayon believe I get to spend all day with you.”

It's when you're on your lunch break that things start to escalate.

"You're quite a snack, you know."

Sun waves the last child for the morning group goodbye, shutting the door as his faceplate spins, "I think you're quite aDOORable, really."

You try to think of something good to fight back with, quickly realizing your options have started to run thin.

Then, you look down at your sandwich, and hold it up with a grin, "Yeah, well, I loaf you."

You expect a witty comeback, it doesn't come. Instead, you watch as Sun freezes completely, eyes widening at your words. Your smile falters. 

Internally you start berating yourself, 'Too far, too far, I went too far-'

"Starshine."

Coming out of your head you find Sun bent down in front of you, tone serious, "Did you really mean that?"

"I," You look away, coughing, "I, um."

His hand goes under your chin, tilting your gaze back to him.  

"Be honest with me. Please," He pleads.

You bite your lip, and sigh, "I, yeah. I-I did."

You close your eyes, cringing for the obvious negative outcome of such an admittance-

You feel a soft bonk against your forehead, then your cheek, your nose, and lastly your lips. You open your eyes in time for Sun to pull away again, rays spinning and a gentle spring in his words, "I love you too."

"Oh-um, really?" You squeak. Your face is burning. 

He laughs, it's light, sweet. His hand cups your cheek, "Yes, wheely."

You're confused for a moment before you think to look down, seeing that he's now standing on the wheels which are usually hidden in his shoes.

You puff out your cheeks, shooing his hand away as he laughs again, "No fair. How am I supposed to make a comeback to that!"

"Simple," Sun boops your nose, "You can't."

The rest of your break is spent sharing heartfelt grins, giggles, and maybe a few more kisses, just for good measure.

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[vacantfields]

After brushing your teeth and ensuring your face was decently cleaned for sleep, you made your way out of the small bathroom and shut off the lights.

You stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and couldn't help but let a small smile fall onto your lips as you watched Moon, and maybe even Sun, look out of the window at the stars. You knew you didn't have to make a noise or anything to announce you were here as you watched Moon's silhouette tilt its head. He knew you were there. He always knew when you were close.

Stepping further into the room, you felt for your bed, and once you got to it, you sat on the soft edge and turned your head to Moon, who was now looking at you. You grinned playfully. "I bet she's jealous," you said while removing the covers and lying on the bed. You could hear Moon's faceplate do a slight click, which meant he was tilting his head to the side. A raspy yet quiet voice responded, "Who?"

"The moon. I bet she's jealous of your sweet smile and soft edges." You said, as a matter of fact. You heard the bells and his soft, husky chuckle. "Silly star. Silly little star. Flattering." You couldn't help but let a giggle out as well. "It's true! You're a way better Moon than she would ever dream to be!" You said with your arms stretched up in the dark.

"Silly star. Our silly star. Sun says it is time for sleep. Sleep for little pretty stars." He sounded closer to you now. You don't know how he manages to be quiet, and you don't get to wonder any further as a finger boops the tip of your nose. "Nighty night. Sleepy time." You smiled in the dark knowing that those red eyes were always watching you with care and love.

"Only if you get in here with me." You said teasingly which made Moon chuckle again. "Anything for our star. Anything."

You love being their silly star. Their star no one else's.

Hopefully, tomorrow, you will get to tease Sun.

[r0tting-rat]

"Too much?"

A little gift for @/ping-ski, who is driving me absolutely mad with their Sugar Daddy!Eclipse to the point I couldn't help but to write down a short drabble. Some details below for those who aren't familiar with their wonderful au (GO CHECK IT OUT RN PLEASE IT'S WORTH IT)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Eclipse (by @ping-ski) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Suggestive, use of alcohol/reader is tipsy. Also, sorry Pingu, he might be a bit ooc! I wasn't sure how flirty I could make him Words: 1200+ Summary: It's the winder holidays, and you just came home after a long evening spent with your dear beloved. Additional tags: Established relationship, Eclipse is a wonderful father, the kid's name is Atlas.

The weather outside is frigid, wind is howling against the tall windows, but the inside of Eclipse's house is warm and inviting. You've just come home after a very long evening with your beloved, an evening that left you feeling elated and giddy like a highschooler—a time of your life that you have long left behind, even though your cheeks still have the habit of warming up whenever your robotic lover looks your way and your stomach flutters at each time you kiss. You have waved goodbye to Esther, Atlas' nanny, just a few minutes before, and she has assured you that the little boy has been fast asleep for a few hours already. You don't miss how Eclipse smiles when she tells him how the boy asked for his "papa" before falling asleep.

"I'll cook him his favourite breakfast tomorrow," he says, more to himself than to you or Esther, "As an apology for my tardiness."

The house is silent, Atlas is soundly sleeping, and you have drunk a little more than usual at the restaurant. For no real reason! It was just a very good wine: fruity, amazingly aged, heavy on the tongue and warm in the gullet. You can still feel it when you swallow down the bile forming in the back of your throat—which is a lot, considering you have stared at Eclipse for the entire ride home, lost in the thought of kissing him as soon as his face turned your way.

You sigh as you step into your shared house, not worried about waking Atlas with the sound of your shoes on the marbled floor thanks to the good soundproofing of the rooms, and you decide to go sit on the couch to rest your tired feet. You and Eclipse had decided to take a walk around the city centre after leaving the restaurant, simply to enjoy the Christmas decorations that have been put up in every corner of the city, and before you knew it you were about to collapse. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drop on the soft cushions of the couch, but a cold hand catches you by the waist before you can truly be enveloped by the rich fabrics. Unsurprised, you open your eyes just to find an amused Eclipse staring right back down at you, half-lidded eyes and soft silicone lips extremely close to your flushed face—blush still caused by the alcohol, mind you—he chuckles, and the flush deepens just enough to reach your neck and chest. Eclipse's eyes travel down a moment to follow it as it spreads like ink on your soft skin, and you pretend not to notice that he never really goes back to look you in the eyes, stopping instead on your lips.

"How about a dance?" he asks, out of the blue, and you giggle.

"Dancing with no music? How romantic, Eclipse," you say, before realizing he's completely serious.

The animatronic hums, and immediately his grip on your waist strengthens, and that's your only warning before he pulls you back on your feet to sweep you into a mind-twisting dance. You don't understand where he's taking you, you don't understand what's around you, all you know is that one of his hands is holding one of yours, while the other is placed on the small of your back. You dance in the middle of the large living room, feeling wine-red clouds crowding your mind and your sight slightly unfocusing, and you couldn't be happier.

You don't even have to actually do anything; Eclipse has a firm hold on you, and he's always careful not to spin you too fast, in case it could upset your stomach. All you have to do is let yourself go—one hand on one of his upper arms, one of his shoulder—and allow him to manhandle you into beautiful twirls and languid strides. You rest your head on his warm chest, hearing his inner gears and pistons at work, and the world around you is so hazy you might forget it exists. You sigh and think that maybe that's actually all you need in life: a cold evening, a warm embrace, some soothing wine, and Eclipse's love.

The dance stops after just 5 minutes—which feel like hours to you—and you and your partner simply stand one in the other's arms, like two lovers painted by Klimt, sharing the same passion, familiarity, and devotion. Except, differently from Klimt's picture, your beloved is holding you with four arms instead of two.

"How do you feel?" asks Eclipse after a long pause, and the only answer you can manage to utter is a murmur, "I didn't hear you, my dearest."

"Amazingly," you finally say, groggily looking up at him, "I wanna kiss you."

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he grins, "But how do you plan to enact it? Can you even reach my face?"

He laughs, and, a little offended, you do kiss him. You stand on your tippy toes, you crane your neck, and kiss his jaw; the only spot your lips can reach, but it's enough to make him stop and look down at you, surprised that you actually took the lead.

"Wanna try again, love?" he teases, having already recovered from your kiss, leaning down a little, "Or do I need to pick you up?"

His laugh is mocking, and once more you consider showing him what you're actually capable of—should you climb him like a tree? The idea is tempting—until you stop and actually think about his words.

"Yes," you say, parting from him just to look at his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I do, actually."

Eclipse stops laughing, then hums, growing more amused by the second.

"Okay."

In less than a second you're hoisted up between his bulky arms, legs on either side of his hips, face right in front of his, and your arms thrown over his shoulders.

"Much better," you smile sweetly at him, slowly letting your hands wander to the back of his head, then to his bottom rays, which you caress with a lot of care, and lastly to his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my doll," he sing-songs, not really noticing what you're doing with your fingers until his tie comes undone on his chest and his elegant button-up opens, letting the vents placed on the side of his chest breathe in fresh air. He looks down, seeing your fingers tracing his torso while unbuttoning his shirt, and his black and golden optics widen with interest. It's your turn to grin.

"Too much?" you ask, and Eclipse begins to make a rumbling sound with his voicebox, a sound that reminds you of a purr, deep and warm when it resonates with your chest and stomach.

"Not enough," he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, toying with your breath with the way you're holding it back, afraid he could sense through it exactly how much you craved him. His voice is low, dangerous, and you feel it vibrate in the depths of your mind when he speaks. "Not nearly enough, not in any way, my doll. Let me kiss you properly this time, will you?"

You all should thank @hexcii cuz I started writing this drabble during one of our simping sessions (we take turns rambling and yapping about the dca) and yea. we both got the i'm-gay-for-robots virus.