#mr. ring-a-ding x reader

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Someday he'll understand just how Mr. Pye felt...

[starleska]

my oh my!! it seems like Mr. Ring-A-Ding | Lux Imperator has thoroughly been enjoying all of the attention 😉💖

[a-library-of-old]

I've gotten the Lux Imperator brain worms yall, if anyone has hc reqs plz send em in!

Now then under the cut are general hcs I have of him/him with a partner

- First off he mellows out considerably when freed from the cinema, call it the warmth of the suns rays or just joy in being whole again but he's calmer

-This said he still deals with toon habits of his like singing or humming that ring a ding song to himself while watching humanity and the general cosmos

-Which on that subject he loves humans! He thinks we are so silly but also he loves how we make so many forms of light, such as atomic bombs to the light of a space shift going into orbit and just plain electricity and fire!

-He really likes space in general to be honest, don't think it was a coincidence he was in the 1950's when the space race was happening yall (I think it was)

-Now with this all said he can become more 'real' again by concentrating light to form himself or rather his toonish body he prefers when he gets bored and wants to mess about somewhere

-He still says the 'what a fine and dandy day, who might you be?' Schtick which is how he'll introduce himself to you as well even if he's been watching you a bit before this and even though he knows this was gonna be out of the ordinary

-He just loves making grand entrances what can he say

-That said when he gets interested in a human he gets INTERESTED not full on yandere but enough you're not getting away

-He is a God after all, he's not above using his powers to his advantage

-Speaking off he toon logics so many things from fake cartoon hearts around his head as he looks at you lovingly to pulling out a cartoonishly large item from his jacket pocket because you asked for it

-He prefers you call him Lux over Mr. Ring-a-ding

-He'll take you stargazing at night and nerd out so much about the different constellations!!!

-Really everything with him will feel very 'go go go no time for breaks we gotta keep moving' because he's so high energy but also because compared to his immortality you're just a blip for him, something he'll blink and miss

-He'll never tell you this but that's why he's trying to squeeze out every moment with you he can to enjoy life with you, because sure he's everywhere and no where at all times but he just wants to be with you

-I think he'd like older cartoons to, like real old school cartoons with 'Who framed Roger rabit' being the only 'new' film he'll watch

[fanfixforfanfics]

Late Night Picture Show - Lux Imperator|Mr. Ring-A-Ding x Reader

oh my god i haven't written much less been close to finishing something in years i've been possessed by this FREAK. it hasn't even been 24 hrs since i started on it. i wasn't planning on this getting sexual but uh. yknow. just felt like i should keep going. so i figured i'd post the first half since it's all i originally INTENDED to write. dear god put me down like a lame horse

chap 1 is sfw, chap 2 will be explicit

It’s been a few months since, you met your… acquaintance, Mr. Ring-A-Ding. You say acquaintance, because you don’t really know your standing. You met him while working on a project to rebuild an old theater in town, and the little freak has been bugging you since. You caught on to the “I’m just a little guy” act within a month, but you’re still not completely sure what his deal is. You’re careful, but try not to let him yank you around either.

Words: 2,357

chapter 2 -> (coming soon!)

It’s been a few months since, you met your… acquaintance, Mr. Ring-A-Ding. You say acquaintance, because you don’t really know your standing. You met him while working on a project to rebuild an old theater in town, and the little freak has been bugging you since. You caught on to the “I’m just a little guy” act within a month, but you’re still not completely sure what his deal is. You’re careful, but try not to let him yank you around either.

You’re taking a small break from taking inventory on the recovered films in the projector room, just sketching whatever takes your fancy, when he pops his eyes over the desk. You pretend not to notice, just keep drawing. His little fingers pop up next, wiggling with an accompanying sound effect, before placing the pads of his fingers on the notebook with clear intent to swipe it. You put your arm on it as you lean over the desk to eye him down like a naughty cat.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, sir?” His shit-eating grin, previously hidden by the desk, is now on full display as he rises.

“Just checking in on my old pal! You don’t seem like you’re too busy for me right now, you know, your favorite excuse.” You draw in a breath through your nose, and sigh.

“Not busy at the moment, I guess.” You sit up and remove your arm, about to shut the notebook, when he stops you. “No, wait, I wanna see!”

You give him a tired smile. You can humor him-- this notebook is for work, so there isn’t much he could tease you for in there. Just doodles between the notes you take about the theater. You shut it, and hand him the book. His grin widens, and he snatches it with a ‘yoink!’

He begins thumbing through greedily, but he slows down as his face falls. He looks at you with his big wet eyes.

“These are nice, but… not a single one of me? I thought we were friends?” You giggle, and feel vindicated in your choice to only draw him in the peace of your home. Some of the art you’ve done would surely become ammo against you in his hands.

“I mean, do you see anyone else in there either?” He flicks to a page and shoves it in your face.

“You drew Kevin before me? You hate that guy!” You throw your head back and cackle when faced with the doodle of a man in a hard hat with an anguished face shouting “If only this could have been prevented!” as he lies prone on the ground.

“That was the day he fell in that hole I told him not to walk over, fuckin’ idiot.”

Mr. Ring-A-Ding tuts, waggling his finger and scolding you for language. “Still… not a single little scribble for little old me?” He pouts and lets one little crocodile tear dangle from the corner of his eye.

“You want one that bad, Ring?” He nods, slow and sad, before batting his eyelashes with a little 'plink plink!' He hands over your notebook.

“Make sure you get my good side!”

“You’ve only got two of ‘em, Ring.”

“But they’re both good?” “’Course, handsome little devil, aren’tcha?”

He grins and straightens his lapels before adding, “And humble to boot!”

It doesn’t take long, you had admittedly gotten quite good at drawing him in your spare time. Not that you’ll tell him that. It’s just him grinning and winking, but he lets out a whistle as he appraises it.

“Now this… this is art!” His hat falls forward as he looks down at it, and without thinking, you push it back into place for him. His pupils flicker yellow for a split second as he looks up at you. “Oh! Uh, thanks for that.” You grimace, feeling bad for touching him without permission.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

He waves away your concerns. “I don’t mind! You caught me off guard, warn a guy first.” “Yeah. Forgot about the touching thing.” “Touching thing? I don’t have a thing .” He pouts, indignant.

“You totally have a touching thing. You get this look in your eye like you’re gonna bite my hand off if I touch you.”

He squints. “I think you’re making assumptions, and you know what what they say about that. But I don’t have to assume anything to say you drew that pretty quickly.” His smile widens, lids lower and eyebrows raise.

You do your best to remain neutral. “Yeah, that’s not an assumption, but an insinuation. Very astute!”

He scowls, and lifts himself up on the desk to be eye level as he leans forward, pointing a blue finger right in your face. “You did that like you’ve done it a hundred times before. I’ve got your number, babe , don’t I?”

You feel heat in your cheeks, but bite your lips to keep them in a flat line. You go to move his hand from your face gently as a you start with a soft, “Ring,” but he cuts you off.

“I think you like me a lot more than you let on.”

God, you didn’t want him to know anything about this. Sure, you’ve got a crush on him. So what? You weren’t going to let him know, because you knew it’d lead to this. Teasing. Being made fun of. That’s the sort of thing that happens when you open up . Your cheeks burn, and you feel your eyes start to water . You can’t look at him, not right now.

You train your eyes on your lap as you gently move his hand away. “Ring, I… I gotta get back to work. You can keep the drawing.” You tear it out of your notebook and leave it on the desk, and leave the room.

H e leaves you be for the rest of your shift, to your surprise. No making faces in the projector window, no trying to convince your coworkers there’s a ghost by turning things on or off… nothing. You hate to admit you miss it. You watch the last of your coworkers leave, then sigh in relief. They know you’re always last to leave, even if they don’t know why. You’ll take the undue credit of being a diligent worker any day, though.

The sun has been down for a long while, now. You make your way back up to the projector room, at least wanting to give Mr. Ring-A-Ding a proper farewell before you leave. You’re just a bit… worried.

As you walk in, you see he’s waiting for you already. He waves meekly, rather unusual. You smile softly, and give him a little wave back.

“Work over already, huh?”

“Yeah,” you rub the back of your neck. “And it’s Friday, so y’know… I’ll uh, see you Monday.”

He grimaces, and rubs his knuckles nervously. You murmur a little “bye” before he puts a hand out, asking you to wait. You turn to him, obliging his request. He plays with his collar, tugging on it comically before speaking. “Was just thinking, you need to watch over the old reels to see which ones still work, yeah? Thought maybe you could squeeze in one before you went home?”

You smile, before deciding to tease him a bit. “Man, I dunno Ring, I’m real busy. This weekend I was planning on narrowing down my list of countless suitors, visiting one of my several luxurious vacation homes, and hanging out with my closest hundred or so friends. Y’know, weekend plans. Just so busy.”

He rolls his eyes, then twirls what’s left of his hair, letting out a very convincing, “Ahaha, you’re sooo funny.” He walks over to the second-hand love seat that had recently been brought in to use the projector room as a break room of sorts, but you were really the only one who used it. He sits down, then pats the seat beside him. “I already loaded in the reel, you just gotta start it, sunshine.”

He’s acting like himself again, good. You start the reel, before taking the seat beside him, leaning on the arm.

You expect some old shit you’ve never seen before that you’ll mostly make fun of, but it seems familiar…

“Dude. Did you really put on Singing in the Rain?”

He shrugs and grins. “C’mon, it’s a classic! An old favorite of mine!”

“Sorry, I forget you’re like, a million years old.”

“You don’t know the half of it!”

You watch the movie quietly, listening as he tells you trivia. Within fifteen minutes, you notice he’s been trying to inconspicuously get closer to you, your knees now touching. 30 minutes in, his cartoony thighs are pressed against the side of yours. He tries to play off an exaggerated yawn as he rests his arm behind your shoulder. Goober. You side eye him, vaguely amused.

“See? I don’t have a “touching thing.”

You raise your eyebrows, not believing him. “This is you touching me, not me touching you. That’s different.”

He takes the challenge. “Oh yeah? Then do it. Touch me.” He grins at you like you’re too chicken, the little fucker.

“You got it, boss.” You reach under the arm behind you, and pull him so that he’s sitting hip to hip with you. You feel him tense as you do it, and feel him try his best to relax. You don’t hold him there, immediately giving him the option to scoot away. He doesn’t though. He does wiggle a little, before resting his head on your shoulder. “Comfy?”

He nods into your shoulder, and looks up at you. There’s that flicker of yellow again. You sigh. “Ring, you don’t have to do this to prove a point or something. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I don’t have anything to prove.” He looks back at the movie, but you keep watching him as he takes the hand that pulled him closer, gently resting his hand on top. There’s just a hint of blush on his cheeks. Was he… genuinely enjoying this?

Slowly, you turn over your hand, splaying your fingers in a silent offering. He takes it, twining his fingers with your own. There’s this sort of… buzz to the way he feels, the same kind of warm hum that comes from something like a light bulb. Slowly, you lean your head closer to him, the side of your cheek nearly touching the top of his head. He scoots into the touch, and sighs contentedly. You give his hand a little squeeze. This is nice.

A little too nice, apparently, because you’re woken up as he snaps, calling his ladies to turn off the projector.

“Oh, it’s over?”

He leans against you a little more firmly. Carefully, you hold him a bit closer. He looks up at you a little too innocently and asks, “Do you have to leave yet?”

You groan a bit as you reach for your phone to check the time. It’s nearly eleven. You look back at him as he bats his eyelashes. Damn him.

“I can stay a little longer. Should wake up a little more before I try to get home, I guess.” He grins triumphantly, and you ruffle his hair a little bit. “You’re so silly.”

He swats your hand away playfully, and you let it fall back to his side. He snuggles up closer to you. He’s been awfully quiet…

“So…”

“So?” You look down at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Was thinking about helping you narrow down that list you mentioned earlier.”

“Oh? Checking the films?”

“Huh? No, no, your uh, countless suitors?”

You stifle a laugh. “Oh yes, how could I forget. Always vying for my attention and what have you.” You turn your body toward him, and gently cup his cheek. He jumps just a little, that little yellow flicker. You move to take your hand back, but he catches it in presses it closer to his face. He looks you in the eye, pupils still holding that light glow, and it brightens, almost shimmering as he presses a reverent kiss to your palm.

Oh.

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, and he nuzzles your hand. You pull your hand back for just a second to get leverage as you lean back on the arm of the love seat, before pulling your legs up, inviting him to sit in your lap. He wastes no time in straddling your hips, and nuzzles into your neck. He pulls back up, lidded eyes, and return of the shit-eating grin.

“I knew you liked me.”

You shrug, letting one hand sit on his hip, the other against his cheek. “Maybe. You like me?”

“Puh-lease. You’re the only reason I haven’t chased all of those clowns out of the theater. Or worse.”

“What? You like being the only clown?” He turns his nose up in defiance, but take away all of his bravado as you squeeze it and it very much makes a little honk noise. He hides his face in the crook of your neck. You press a kiss between his antenna, they tickle your face as they curl up. “I’m sorry for freaking out earlier. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. Thought you were making fun of me.”

“Don’t mention it.” You pet his head, fingers playing in his hair idly.

“Ring, I, uh… Is it okay if I kiss you?”

H e looks up at you with eyes widen immediately, and you swore hearts were in his pupils for just a fraction of a second before he nods. Your eyes flutter shut, and before you can press your lips to his, he’s pulling you in by your shirt. Your face is held in his hands now, he kisses you softly, every movement intentional. He’s leaning into it, trying to get closer, arms circled around your neck, the back of your head cradled by him. You kiss him back, caressing his face and holding him closer your body. You find yourself unable to keep from smiling.

[glitchybitz]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65087929/chapters/167381230

Have I gotten to a point where I would write some X Reader fanfics? Yes. Yes, I have. BEWARE- THIS XREADER WILL END UP BEING NSFW.

This is a slow-burn type fic, and will be updated with the more "raunchy" stuff in due time. I'm currently working on it as we speak, so prepare yourself, you nasties <3

[harperonni]

Thinking about himb

I love the idea of him having extra arms ngl aaa

[gilenart]

Lux being a literal sassy cuddle bug is just NGHHHHHHH- /pos

BONUS: Damn, I turned the @l1me0p0ssum's Young Ring into a human

[jul1an-t00ns]

Lux imperator? MORE LIKE LUX IMPGREGNATOR KEEP YOUR WORD GET HIM PREGNANT

I'll update in 9 months! 🥰🙏

[teddie-bear420]

What can I say? He makes my heart bells sing :)

Even some silly billy doodles

@starleska and @iriso-page you guys gotta see this :)

[starleska]

ahhh i love this!!! it would be the perfect opening to an x Reader fanfic 👀 i wonder how Mr. Ring-A-Ding would present himself at first? perfectly innocent, like with the Doctor and Belinda, pretending to be as baffled as you are? or does he quickly reveal his true nature and make his real intentions known? goodness knows what they might be 😳

falling asleep in the middle of a movie to feel your friend tap you awake. except your friend left an hour ago and there’s a 2ft tall man sitting next to you. not being able to tell if you’re experiencing some sort of lucid dream or that half awake half asleep experience, but something is DEFINITELY sitting next to you. i like him a normal amount..

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

The light of creation… Lux had been everything, and yet nothing. It had lasted an eternity, yet had been over in a second. Eventually, he meets the fate that all immortal gods meet after achieving their machinations. Boredom. Boredom, boredom, boredom. The one true enemy of all immortals. Sure, sometimes they’ll play dead or sulk in some other realm for a time and let the mortals think they’ve won, but the only real threat to those with infinite time is running out of things to fill it with. So what to do? He’ll have to start small, obviously. Nothing that would be worth recording, nothing that would become legend. Little more than a warm up--a simple dalliance. He’ll start at the last place he’d been, in the last form he’d taken. The familiar is simple and as good a starting point as any for his little excursion. Back to Miami, back to the Palazzo…and back to being Mr. Ring-a-Ding.

...I have no impulse control none of what I set out to accomplish this weekend is happening so have this.

(EDIT: Full chapter and future chapters on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65905306/chapters/169777987)

[starleska]

Hi so l've been quietly fawning over Mr Ring A Ding ever since he got revealed and your head canons are making me go INSANE. That bit of dialogue you wrote with him regarding light sensitivity??? Hello YES PLEASE???

As for my own headcanons, that scene of him literally flattening himself to get underneath the door both scared me and gave me so many ideas. Gonna go insane in your inbox rq, I apologise in advance. I imagined someone who tried to lock the front door to avoid him, only for him to literally squeeze in THROUGH the keyhole. Bit by bit until he lands in front of them. Shit eating grin and all. You can try to hide from him, but he'd squash and stretch his way towards you eventually.

Hiding under a bed? Who do you think he is, the Boogieman? He'd just stretch out his arm until he grabs your wrist, slowly dragging you out with a firm yet playful grip. Or who knows? Maybe he might crawl under there with you. Ask you who you're hiding from with a devilish gleam in his eyes. How would you get out of that?

(Answer: You don't. <3)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

anon, dear sweet anon!!!! i think you've given me a cardiac event!!!!!!! how can you SEND me something like this without signing a consent form?!?! 🙈🙈🙈🙈 let it be known that i turned so pink that my partner, from the other side of the room, had to ask me what was wrong 😂😂 don't you dare apologise i'm going absolutely feral over these ideas, my GOD they need to put you in Mensa immediately!!!! ugh. you know how when he's making his way up the theatre stairs, and making a great show of it, like it's actually effortful, but the Doctor says it's all just a game to him? that. that's what makes cat-and-mouse with Mr. Ring-A-Ding so heart-poundingly scary. and he loves every second of it. he adores that frightened glint in your eyes: "Awful strange place for a get-together, don't'cha think?" Mr. Ring-A-Ding asked, as he collapsed into a puddle-like shape and wriggled his way under the bed. You squirmed and tried to claw your way out, but a winding, impossibly long arm wrapped itself around your leg and yanked you right back. "What's the problem, doll? Got somewhere to be?" In the dark, Mr. Ring-A-Ding's eyes were lightbulb-white, and his teeth flashed like knives that carved through the black. "Ohhhh. I get it! You wanna be wooed the old-fashioned way. No worries, sweetheart. Tight spaces are my speciality."

[a-library-of-old]

Since he learned perspective, struggles to get up and down stairs, he most likely would be asking the reader to carry them around.

Puppy dog eyes or acts like he’s drained after two steps on a staircase then asks to be carried the rest of the way.

Oh my dear God yes especially since now that he's exposed to all light everywhere at once he can just grow to make it not so difficult but he still chooses to be that small! He'd definitely sometimes go taller for whatever reason but getting carried by his partner would be a big factor for staying on the smaller side I bet. Plus if you surprise pick him up or it's like the first time I see him making those 'oh' and 'ooo' sounds he did when going 3d...oooo and just the back and forth of it all before hand of him being all dramatic while his partner stands there exasperated, or if someone sees em out in public and stares so Lux gets sassy and all asking 'never seen a god with their human?' Or somethin while crossing his arms over his chest...maybe sticking his tounge out too depending on his mood.

No matter what he'd be a lil shit about it in the best way

[dodger432101]

Clocking in! - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring a Ding x Reader

[This is my first time writing a fanfic, hope you enjoy!]

The weekend was over. Always too soon, those days pass by and the time you have off comes to an end. Monday morning, bright and early, your alarm disturbs your peaceful sleep. It's time to get up. The sun greets your face with warm rays of light through your curtains, like it's trying to coerce you to get up. Like it knows you don't want to.

Shower, throw your uniform on, get some breakfast down you, out the door into the world. Luckily you'd managed to snag a place not far from Palazzo, so you got to enjoy a nice walk in the sun without rushing to catch a bus. It sure was bright out today! You soaked in the sunshine you could get before you made it to the theatre, trying to brighten your mood so you could deal with the general public that would pack into the seats and likely trash the theatre rooms. There were always a few.

Mr Pye liked to get in earlier than everyone else, so it didn't concern you when the side door for employees was already unlocked. You grab the cleaning equipment from the lockers and set off to check each room. Even with others doing rounds, sometimes pieces of popcorn or.. spills.. were missed. It was easier for everyone if they were found before some stuck up visitor or loud mother that just loved to complain about something did. You'd gotten into the routine of checking after the 4th time you were yelled at.

Lo and behold, there was stuff everywhere in this particular room. It's like they were trying to make your job a nightmare! 'At least I'm getting paid' kept repeating in your head as you sweep up the piles of popcorn and other treats on the floor. That's when something small hit you in the back of the head, making you whip round. No one. Not a soul other than yours. Looking down, it seemed a stray popcorn kernal had launched itself at you. "Oh sorry, did I miss that piece? Thanks for pointing it out." You sarcastically spoke out into the silence, sweeping it up into your pan with a sigh. It was probably some stray kid playing a prank on you, found the unlocked door and came in to cause trouble. You'll deal with that later. You move onto the next row, another sigh leaving through your nose. Who made all this mess? Who didn't do their damn job and clean it up?

"What on Earth are you doing here!?" You initially startle at the sudden voice before your brain kicks in and recognises the speaker. Mr Pye was peering down from the projection room, face paler than usual, panic setting in on his face.

"Mr Pye..? Are you alright? Didn't keep yourself up all night with a horror showing did you?" You try to keep the mood light, the expression on his face causing your blood to turn cold. What could possibly had frightened your boss like this? He wordlessly peckons you up with frantic movements, looking around the theatre room like something would jump out and attack you at any moment. Once you're in the projector room and face to face with him he heaves a sigh of relief, half throwing himself into his chair. "Sir... what's going on? Is someone in the building?" You quickly glance around the room. There wasn't much you could use to protect yourself and Reginald. Maybe strangle them with film strips, if they didn't break.

Your employer runs a hand down his face, still staring out into the theatre. "I... I don't even know how to explain what happened." His voice is shaking at this point, as are his hands. Just as you open your mouth to respond, the projector clicks on. Mr Pye jumps at the sound but you, curious about how it came to life by itself, move closer and peek out at what it's lighting up. The curtains are drawn, no picture plays, just the light shines down on the stage. There's a ruffle in the curtains, something pulls at the opening down the middle and..

"Ta-da!"

A little cartoon.. man? Pokes out and addresses the empty rows of seats. Oh, you've seen him! Mr Ring-A-Ding! His little cartoons have been playing from time to time when you've been on the clock. They're nothing to write home about, seemingly more for kids but Ring-A-Ding had some charm to him. Even if he was blue, balding.. and had a pig's nose. But he's a cartoon. On a screen. How is he.. there? "Mr Pye.." You keep your voice low but the shock is clear as day. He stays quiet, clutching a film reel in his arms as he leans back away from the gaps in the walls. Music starts to play - the cartoon's theme tune, you recognise almost immediately from the days you've been working while his show was on - as Ring-A-Ding begins to sing the lyrics and do his signature dance. Though about 5 words in there's a record scratch and he pauses, quite literally, seemingly noticing he's performing to an empty theatre. Mr Ring-A-Ding puts his hands on his hips and starts scanning each row of seats, a sliding sound effect playing as his cutout eyes go from left to right. Finally, he looks up at the projector room and spots you. His (admittedly quite cute) face lights up, a little exclamation mark popping up above his head. "Ah! There you are, sweetie pie! I was just wondering where you'd snuck off to" His chipper voice echoes up, it sounds the same as the cartoon.

Far too curious for your own good, in awe at this living cartoon, you miss Mr Pye's hand reaching out to you as you leave the projector room and return to the theatre, slowly moving down the steps as you approach Ring-A-Ding. The celluoid stays in place on the stage, smiling up at you with his hands still on his hips, waiting for you to come closer. At the bottom of the stairs, you realise just how small he is. He's probably not even 3ft! You inwardly gush at the adorable little man, stepping up onto the stage. You realise you've been silent since he noticed you and clear your throat. "Uh.. hello, Mr Ring-A-Ding..?" You wave to the cartoon, the absurdness of the situation finally kicking in. You're waving to a cartoon, that's in the real world, standing there like it's always existed like this. It even has sound effects! How is any of this possible?!

"...Yoohoo?" You're interrupted from your attempts to reason Ring-A-Ding's existence by the very cartoon leaning in and waving a blue four-fingered hand close to your face. You blink and move back slightly. "Don't ya know it's rude to stare, sunshine? What, never seen a cartoon before?" He spreads his arms out, like he's showing off his form to you. "Though, don't say I blame you for gawkin'. Quite the looker aren't I?" His voice lowers in pitch and he smirks at you, eyebrows moving up and down accompanied by another sound effect.

"Uhhhh..." You can't find words to respond with, baffled still by the, again, LIVING CARTOON in front of you and his unexpected question. At your silence, Ring-A-Ding begins to frown, a sad violin playing from.. well it's hard to say. As you look around for the source of the music, the cartoon holds his little yellow hat and begins his guilt-tripping.

"Why the silence, sweetheart? I know I'm not the mirror image of you humans, but.." He sniffles, making you look back down to him. His pie eyes now have 2 white dots in them, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. Seeing he has your attention, he squeezes his eyes shut to get more tears flowing, clutching his hat to his chest. "Nothing at all? Come on, dolly, humor a 'toon! You can't leave me hanging like this!" Ring-A-Ding pouts up at you, hat in his hands under his chin, eyes wide still sparkling with unshed tears. At this pitiful display you frown guiltily, getting down on one knee so you're eye-level with the sad little celluoid.

"Oh.. oh, Ring.. I'm sorry." Without thinking you reach a hand out to wipe his tears away, surprising yourself when you actually make contact with the cartoon. He's warm like a lightbulb, his skin somewhat rubbery. The tears are like any other's as you gently stroke them away, both hands now on either cheek. Only after you finish wiping the 'toon's face do you realise the violin stopped and Ring-A-Ding has been still and silent the entire time. You slowly remove one hand from his face, worried you upset him further by touching him. But as you go to take the other away and apologise, he leans into it and puts his hand on top of yours. You glance at it, then back to his face. He has that smirk on again, his eyes half lidded with a smug expression.

"Quite forward aren't you toots?" Ring-A-Ding has a playful tone to his voice now, slinking closer to you as he rubs his cheek into your hand, the hand not holding yours putting his hat back on his head. The proximity, tone, words, all join forces to make you blush a bright red and knock you off your knee, now sitting back as the cartoon follows. The smug expression only grows now at your lack of response, Ring being ever so slightly taller with you on the stage. "Why don't I try.. being forward too? Hm?" Your hand is moved down, onto his shoulder and behind his head, fingers ever so close to the little amount of hair he has. Ring-A-Ding moves between your spread legs, the hand that held yours moving to cup your jawline, drawing a barely audible gasp from you. But with you two so close, it's no surprise he hears it. His smirk opens to a charming little grin as he angles your head and only then does it occur to you what he's doing. This cartoon, brought to the real world through means you still don't know, is about to kiss you! You're going to kiss a cartoon. God you kind of want this as well. There's worse things to put your lips against, you decide to reason to yourself. Ring puts his other hand on your shoulder, then slides it up to the side of your neck, eyes barely open as he angles himself down, your faces so so close..

"Mr Ring-A-Ding, sir, I'm sorry but I can't let you hurt them!" You jump so hard you practically gain air, Ring only leaning back slightly to glare up at Reginald at the top of the stairs, his smirk instantly gone. His pig nose wrinkles as he snorts, moving both hands from you and stepping over your leg as he marches over to Mr Pye, waving a finger. He's saying something but the words don't reach you. You're still reeling from the near-kiss you just had with the cartoon. The cartoon that isn't on screen. You're gonna have to ask Mr Pye what the hell's going on. You get yourself off your butt and turn, seeing your boss and Ring-A-Ding are moving to the projector's room. With a heavy sigh, you hop off stage and follow them up the stairs.

Today's gonna be a long, long day.

[yonypj]

LUX IMPERATOR X READER

SFW!

The night is cold, cold as hell as you hug the coat you are wearing, even the old thin and worn coat protecting you from getting colder and you can feel the wind blowing on your skin.

You continue walking down the empty and dark street, the streetlights illuminating the path you have in mind, the old and abandoned cinema, the huge and bright sign of the Palazzo Movie Theater and seen in the distance, looking at one of the main entrance doors you see several flowers with notes, each one for the 15 missing people who once visited this place with joy, you start to feel bad when you look at the flowers, your conscience weighs more and more, invading a place of a possible murder crime seems to be disrespectful.

In fact, you are only there for this reason, because it is abandoned and untouched, the film reels abandoned without functionality inside now that it is abandoned can be worth some money! It is indeed disrespectful but you cannot let the opportunity pass you by, getting some money with it will help you at least buy a plate of food or a cheap hotel room!

You sigh, feeling more motivated and less guilty for wanting to rob the place where there were victims, feeling less worse about yourself for being a terrible human being, the place in front of you only confirms the desperation you have to get money.

Finally managed to enter the screening room, the place dirty with dust and forgotten by time, crusts of dirt stain the red carpet only confirming that the place has not been taken care of for a long time, relaxing your muscles for fear of finding a guard since the lights are on, you walk further while inspecting the place for something valuable, walking through the space and trying to hear any sign of noise so as not to be caught. As you start to climb the stairs of the rows of chairs the lights go out, the light of a spotlight turns on and directs itself to the middle of the stage, your heart feels like it will have a heart attack as your gaze follows the light.

Something so unreal emerges from the stage curtains, smiling and starting to sing a theme song while doing a dance, your brain can't reason as you look at this thing, a cartoon, dancing and singing outside a movie screen. You blink once, twice, three times and even five times to make sure you're not hallucinating, the strange being stops and puts his hands on his waist "Oh let's see what we have here, an unexpected visitor" he says while smiling, his eyes in different directions from each other, it would be funny if it weren't scary to see something like that, "To what do I owe the honor of such a lovely visit, Sweet Pea?".

"....how?" That's all that comes out of your mouth, looking at the being before you, you just stand there looking at him "I hit my head, it can only be" the only logical conclusion you think as you see him smile even more at your confusion, "oh no no, I can tell, I'm as real as you are" he says holding the edges of his jacket, striking a pose to show himself more while giving short turns from side to side.

"That's...impossible, you're here! Like, a cartoon!" Frowning you frown at him which makes him just hum in amusement "Don't make me laugh! Honey, you look like you're seeing a ghost" he says, jumping off the stage as he approaches, climbing the stairs... with some difficulty but when he gets close to you a step away he looks like a trident "and while what does a place like this do hmmm?", you feel him poke your arm, feel the heat that he emanates in a strange way.

You pull away almost immediately, still feeling your heart almost jump out of your throat, the whole experience being too scary to bear, let alone bear something like that near you. "I... I like exploring decaying places... and... knowing what they're like inside." Your voice comes out trembling, almost like a quiet whisper. You hear your heart beating so fast in your ear that you swear it hurts.

The being before you seems to believe it enough, smiling happily as he clasps his hands together, humming in affirmation as he begins to speak excitedly. "Oh, I see, a curious and exploratory person. Did you know that curiosity killed the cat? You'd better be more careful when entering desolate places" he says, in false concern but calming your nerves for having believed it. "But it's a good thing I'm here then! I can guide you through this old cinema if that will satisfy your explorer's desire!" Before any protest or excuse to leave, he grabs your arm and drags you up, even though he's so short, he manages to have enough strength to make you trip over your own feet.

Maybe you can't refuse a free tour of this old cinema, you hope to at least get out of here soon...

So, I just posted this for fun, it might be boring or have English mistakes since it's not my native language but I hope you like it! [I'm not good at writing, my area is drawings!]

[gilenart]

I saw an ask in my box about my toony OC (don't worry because I plan on answering it lol) and I decided to sketch more interactions between her and Mr. Ring/Lux.

I have in mind that Lux in human form likes to tease her by turning the poor thing into a tiny cartoon.

A big, powerful Light God feeling satisfied seeing his sunshine so small before him... but she knows how to enchant this goofy :v