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Danny Phantom vs Hospital Administration

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Danny Phantom Relationship: Danny Fenton & Mr. Lancer Characters: Danny Fenton, Valerie Gray, Mr. Lancer (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Humor, Angst, Found Family, Identity Reveal Chapters: 3/3

I always love the idea of Danny just, sensing death off Jason Todd because it makes some sort of sense. Like Danny going, “You! You’ve got ectoplasm in your eyes!”

And I know it’s because of the popular idea that the Lazarus Pit is just one giant pool of ectoplasm but what if it really is just the stench of death?

Cuz if that’s the care then, oh boy, will he be plugging his nose going into Wayne Manor.

Bruce? Almost always on the brink of death. Reapers even said he kept escaping them. In Batman Endgame (spoilers for those who haven’t read) he dies in the end but due to comic book logic he is completed healed, albeit at the cost of his memories.

Damian died during Batman Incorporated! Luckily revived by a Chaos Shard from Darkseid. (Of course, not without a road trip of his body continuously getting stolen and a small crossover with Frankenstein.)

Dick “died” twice but one just made his heart stop for a minute and the other got his memories taken. (I don’t what tell you but a bullet to the head from KGBeast should’ve done him in.) There is also an Injustice death and some Elseworlds (which are just non canon) but that doesn’t count.

Tim’s hasn’t died per say but he has had two faked deaths and two Elseworld deaths. Said fake deaths were just because he got kidnapped. Man for the third Robin, you’d think he’d be at the lower end of the kidnapped chart.

If anything, (and if my information is correct) Tim’s probably got the least deaths that involve physical injury or repercussions.

So that brings me to the AU where Danny is in Gotham Academy and inexplicably makes friends with Tim!

Danny, of course, senses a stronger scent of death on Tim—most of Gotham has an underlying death smell—and reasons it is because his dead brother/cop other brother/adrenaline junkie father. Nothing can prepare him for the absolute concentration of fresh death when he goes over to Wayne Manor for a project.

The butler who opens the door reeks of death—he remembers Tim mentioning offhand that their butler did Special Forces—and Danny has to stop himself from flinching away. He awkwardly slides in and does his best not to stand too close to the man.

Tim is, fortunately, there but before they can head up to Tim’s room the cop brother, Dick, pops out. Not as strong but damn was Danny beginning get a little nauseous. After idle chitchat, they’re on the second floor and Dick’s off to the gym.

Of course, the little brother that Danny barely hears about shows. Damian. That kid had his ghost sense rising but it stayed at the base of his throat, which was not a good sensation. The kid walks closer to spit some comment at Tim but Danny turns and fakes a cough just so he can hold a hand over his nose. He keeps it over with the excuse of “I needs to wash my hand.” The kid, thankfully antisocial, leaves and they actually spend time on the project.

When they go down to the kitchen for a mid-afternoon coffee break—Danny is reminded why he’s friends with Tim—they bump into the face of the house: Bruce Wayne.

Danny’s ghost sense is pounding at his teeth, begging to get out. He actually starts to feel light-headed. All he can think is how the calm, turtleneck-wearing man in front of him should definitely not be alive in any shape or form.

He wobbles a little and Bruce grabs his arm to stop his descent to the floor. Bad move. Danny flinches out of the grip and takes fearful steps back. It wasn’t only the scent anymore but the callous fingers that imprint pain.

He’s dealt with death before. Ghosts and raw ectoplasm and brimming graveyards. But it was always when he was Phantom. His human side? A little more sensitive when it came to houses that reeked more than the morgue.

Danny tries to leave then and there, wanting to wash off the death house and suggest to Tim they only meet up at his apartment from then on. Tim tries to apologize to Danny for his family and if Bruce offended him anyway by touching him. Bruce is watching without a clue of what is happening. Bruce does the only thing that his mother taught him when it came to helping panicky people: invite them to dinner.

Danny throws up a little in his mouth imagining eating with this family.

Now the crème de la crème is Jason Todd walking in that very second, announcing he’s out of food and he’s spending dinner there. Bruce hisses out that they have a very distressed guest right now to Jason.

The ghost sense (finally) leaves Danny’s mouth like an itch waiting to be scratched. He almost relaxes. Then he makes eye contact with the should-be-dead brother and it starts to make sense. There’s a shining green behind those eyes and the white whiff doesn’t look like a weird fashion choice. He can see the cogs within the other man’s making the same connection he currently had.

“Who sent you?” Jason growls.

Danny ignores the question and turns to Tim. “What the fuck is your family, dude?” And seeing as Jason definitely knows, he spills his real thoughts. “Has everyone here died or something?”

It’s a tense few moments. It’s within that time that he realizes he most definitely won’t be leaving the Manor until much, much later.

Ancients, Clockwork so owes him for whatever bullshit this timeline is on.

Birds of a Feather- Part 1

Summary: Later, Danny would say it started with an itch right below his shoulder blades, an itch that never seemed to go away. But in truth… the first sign was the corvids.

Prompt by @zomb1e-teethteeth Ever since the portal incident, most animals have been incredibly wary around Danny due to his pseudo-undead nature. Except for corvids, which have taken to flocking around him at all hours of the day. (PR395)

Words Count: 2,845

Also on AO3 and FF.net

“Fetch, Cujo!” Standing in front of the fountain, Danny threw the stick, smiling as the green puppy ran after it. His eyes followed the figure. Soon, it disappeared through the trees. Disappeared…

The boy blinked, brow furrowing. “Cujo?” He called. 

No response. Danny frowned. Maybe the dog did disappear, literally. It was a ghost after all. 

“Come here, boy!” He tried again.

A bark sounded, a panting form running out of the trees. The boy perked up. Except… shaggy brown fur, longer legs, floopier ears. This was a different, definitely not ghostly, dog. Still, the animal trotted forward excitedly, a stick in its mouth. It slowed to a stop, five feet from Danny.

The half ghost held his hand out, eyes flickering to the collar. “Hey, where’s your owner?” He took a step forward. 

But the dog shrunk back, whining. 

Danny froze, shoulders falling. “It’s okay.” He tried to soothe. 

The dog dropped the stick, before turning tail and running away. 

The boy sighed. “That keeps happening.”

Sam’s cat, every dog he sees at the park, the rabbits and guinea pigs at the pet store, even the cows and sheep when he and his friends went to the county fair last month…. Even since the accident, most animals have been warry, even incredibly fearful towards him. Something in Danny’s heart clenched, disappointed. This really shouldn’t bother him. He’s not an animal person, never really had been. He’d never been interested in working with animals. He didn’t live on a farm, like his mom had growing up or like his aunt did now. He’d never even had a pet. So it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t a big deal. And yet…

Danny flopped heavily down onto the stone border around the fountain, frowning deeply. From the trees, echoing barks sounded. Soon, a little green dog came running out of the woods. Cujo yipped happily, dropping his stick. Then the dog ran up to Danny. Hoping up on his back legs, Cujo planted his front legs in Danny’s lap and started licking the boy’s hand. 

His lips slowly stretched into a smile. He scratched the dog’s head with his free hand. “At least you like me.”

Cujo yipped again, before jumping up to sit on Danny’s lap. The boy patted his dog for a long moment. Yeah, at least, ghostly animals didn’t have any problem with him, even their living counterparts always ran away or cowered in fear.

Or so Danny thought…

So lost in his thoughts, the boy didn’t notice the ruffle of feathers beside him. Then… there was a chirp. The half ghost turned his head and… there, not a foot from him, was a young raven, its black feathers glistening in the sun.

Danny held his breath, waiting for it to let out a distressed cry, to fly away in fear. But instead… shiny black eyes fixed on him. The raven tilted its head, almost curious.

The half ghost’s brow furrowed. He tensed as the bird hopped forward. What was it doing? Another hop and…the boy gasped, surprised. Smooth black feathers brushed up against his arm. 

Danny looked down, gapping in surprise. The bird had sat down beside him. Beady eyes gazed up at him as well before blinking. The raven looked away, shifting slightly, as if to get more comfortable. One of its wings brushed his leg. A curious chirp, just like before, exited its throat. 

With wide, confused eyes, the half ghost looked between the dog and the bird. Cujo wagged his tail, having only eyes for Danny as the boy patted him; he hadn’t even noticed the bird. The raven chirped a third time. 

Danny’s brow furrowed. What did this bird want? It ruffled its feathers, instantly brushing up against him. And… the boy blinked. He had an idea…

Tentatively, so tentatively, he reached down. A finger touched the black feathers and… the bird instantly relaxed into the touch. It let out a low humming sound, eyes softly closing. It squeezed once, as Danny gently stroked its wings, before it kept humming.

Something in his core leapt. It sounded…. Happy, he thought. Danny continued petting the soft black, feathers. It looked like all living animals didn’t hate him after all.

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The raven stayed by his side long after Cujo hopped off his lab and started chasing his tail. The bird stayed until the sun went down and Danny had to go home. But the next time he came to the park, it returned. 

“Hey there.” Danny greeted as it swopped down, handing on his outstretched hand. He gently scratched its beak, eliciting a pleased thrum.

The raven hung around as he played with Cujo that day. Then, when he transformed, it flew with him back to his house, landing on the tree outside his window as he phased inside and turned back into a human. The bird stayed there all night, waking him up with loud caws in the morning. Danny glared out the window and… instead of one bird looking at him through the window, there were two.

That first raven had gained a friend, now a pair of birds that followed him on his flight to school. But soon, two birds became three, became five, became ten, became twenty. A whole flock. Soon, a whole flock of ravens and crows followed Danny wherever he flew.  Whenever he flew. And sometimes… when he kept his feet firmly planted on the ground as well.  

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In class, Danny slumped in his seat, a bored expression on his face. The lecture went in one ear and out the other as his eyes drifted to the window. It was such a nice day outside, sunny but pleasantly cool. A crow flew by, letting out a caw before it landed on the tree, joining two more of its brethren on the highest branches. 

The corner of Danny’s lip ticked up, watching the group. The newcomer flapped its wings, fluffing out the feathers. It titled his head, its cloudy unfocused eye now becoming visible to  Danny. The bird lowered its beak to each feather as it started grooming. That bird preened for a bit before hopping over on the branch and investigating something near the tree trunk.

The movement disturbed one of the other birds, both of which had been sleeping with wings sheltering their heads from the light. One bird suddenly poked its head up, letting out an undignified squak. It hopped to its feet and started chittering unhappily at the bird that had disturbed it. 

Danny slowly smiled at the antics. Man, those birds were something. Ever since they’d started hanging out around him, he’d started to notice little quirks of behavior. The bird that had just woken up, the one he’d dubbed Mango in his head, was very feisty when bothered. The cloudy eyed one, Cotton-eyed Joe, liked to bring him candy wrappers. And the last bird, the one who was still asleep… that was Vax. And Vax loved beak rubs.

The boy sighed fondly. Earlier, he’d thought he wasn’t much of an animal person but boy, did he love watching those birds. He loved discovering their personalities. He loved picking out silly names. Sure, being followed around when he was a human was stressful; at first he’d worried about his secret. But the birds never seemed to follow him into any building. Except, well…

A soft snore could barely be made out, coming from Danny’s bookbag. One bird had taken to following him much more closely. That first young raven to approach him, a juvenile he called Maggie, liked to snuggle up in his bag. Or on his shoulder. Or in his hair. 

Danny glanced down at the bag, smirking. Yeah, having to hide said bird from his parents and teachers was annoying but… his laughter as the small beak picked through his hair, a fond smile as Maggie snuggled against his cheek. It was definitely worth it. 

The boy looked out the window again. Yes, he really did love those birds. Not only was it nice to be around animals that weren’t terrified of him but… he watched as Vax poked its head up and with a caw, flew off the branch. Really, the best part was getting to fly with them.

Sure, it was annoying and stressful when they got in the way during a ghost fight, except… he held back a fond chuckle. Skulker had learned the hard way not to mess with his birds.

There were more caws as the other two birds lifted off the branches, flying away. Danny’s core twisted at the sight. It was such a nice day… he wished he was out there, flying with his birds. He wished he was soaring through the sky, surrounded by excited calls and fluttering black feathers, instead of land-bound, stuck in this classroom.

Danny glanced at the clock, just another hour. Then he could take a short flight before getting started on homework.

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“Hey, Danny? You wanna go to the Nasty Burger.” Tucker asked.

Well… he was gonna go for a flight. “Sure.” Danny shrugged. He’d just go later.

Sam joined the boys, the trio walking towards the doors. Danny’s backpack gently swayed with the movement. A chirp sounded from inside. The boy blinked, surprised for a moment. Then… oh, Maggie must have woken up.

Once the teens were on the steps, the half ghost took the bag off and gently placed it on the floor. Carefully, he reached inside and pulled out the bird. 

“Hey there.” Danny murmured fondly, scratching the bird right below the beak. 

Maggie hummed, pleased, before hopping onto its feet. With a flap, it moved to Danny’s shoulder, then his head. The half ghost chuckled at the action.

Careful to not dislodge the bird, he bent down to grab his bookbag. He swung the pack onto his back, addressing his friends. “Come on, guys.”

Sam and Tucker both glanced at the bird but didn’t comment, used to the new oddness. They did, however, yelp and duck when the trio were dive-bombed by a hurricane of feathers. 

Danny just laughed, grinning at the onslaught. Suddenly, two birds landed on him, one of each shoulder. “Storm, Luna.” He addressed, recognizing them. Each bird bent down, gently grabbing his shirt. The bird on his left shoulder started flapping. “Not now, guys.” He chuckled.

Another bird fluttered in front of him, cawing insistently. “I can’t go flying with you right now.” Danny waved the birds off. “Later, Poe, okay?”

The bird seemed to understand, even if it let out a sad warble and sagged in the air. Poe flew up, the two birds on Danny’s shoulders following. The half ghost tilted his head up, watching the flock rising through the air. His shoulders fell. Despite the fact he’d told them to go… his core still clenched uncomfortably, wanting to fly with them. 

“Man, they were really excited today.” Tucker commented with a chuckle.

“Yeah.” Danny said mildly.

Sam noticed the reaction, the wistful look in his eye. “What is it?”

The half ghost bit his lip, glancing at the retreating forms. “Oh umm.. It’s nothing.”

The goth raised a brow. “You sure? You’ve that look in your eye.”

Danny hesitated. Then… “I’ve just…. Been itching to fly since the beginning of last period.”

Tucker frowned, looking towards the cloud of black feathers. “Why didn’t you tell us? We can go to the Nasty Burger later.”

The other boy shook his head. “No, it’s fine.” He waved his hand, dismissing the concern. “I can alway go flying later.”

Even as he said the words, his core squeezed uncomfortably. The thought of staying grounded for the next few hours…. It made him suddenly feel almost unbearably heavy. He glanced towards the sky, one last time. He really did want to fly, just for a bit. A muscle in his back twitched oddly at the thought. 

Danny shook his head, dismissing the feeling. “Come on.” He walked faster, the movement jostling Maggie who lifted off his head and followed after the rest of the flock. The half ghost tried not to frown at the action; the bird would be back. “I bet you guys are starving, I know I am.” 

Later, there would be time to spread his metaphorical wings, for his head to get lost in the clouds. But for now… his friends were beside him, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

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Sadly, Danny didn’t get to fly anytime soon. Just as he was leaving the Nasty Burger, his parents called. They wanted him home asap; he needed to help his dad clean out the shed. After was family dinner. Then Jazz insisted on helping him study for his math test, refusing to leave him alone until he agreed. Before he knew it, it was time to get ready for bed.

Sighing disappointedly, Danny looked out the window. The clear, star filled sky. The wind, gently rustling the leaves on the trees. And…his birds. The corner of his lip sank down, as it almost always did these days, the tree in front of his window housed a large portion of the flock. Beady black eyes peered at him through the window. 

And Danny’s core clenched, longingly. The day had been long, almost achingly so. His body felt too heavy, too earth-bounded. He wanted to be outside in the sky, flying. 

“After Mom and Dad go to bed.” The boy whispered to himself. 

He couldn’t afford to get caught missing if his parents checked on him after he was supposed to go to sleep. But… he couldn’t go another night stuck on the ground. He needed to stretch his muscles. He needed to fly.

Danny laid down on his bed, with the lights out and waiting. 11:30. 11:45. Midnight. The lights down stairs turned off, the sounds of his parents’ voices quieting. Another fifteen minutes and…

The half ghost grinned, almost leaping out of bed. His powers tried to boost him, in his excitement. His core strained to lift him off the ground but he barely lifted five inches. He was much too heavy for that as a human. So the half ghost transformed. With a burst of light, he was light as air. Effortlessly, he lifted off the ground and phased through the window. 

Instantly, the birds on the other side noticed. They chattered excitedly in greeting. On another occasion, Danny would have shushed them, worried about the commotion waking his parents. But tonight, he beamed. This was going to be amazing.

“Come on!” The ghost boy took off, rocketing through the sky.

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Flying was Danny’s favorite power, his favorite thing about being a ghost. It always had been, even since he drifted up through his ceiling a week after the accident and realized he couldn't just levitate, he could fly. He could fly. And it was… breath-taking, freeing, incredible. 

Danny breathed deeply, awed as he took in the scene. His town, Amity Park, dimly lit and stretched out below him. The crystal stars hanging above him. It was awe-inspiring. Up here, so far away from the world, he felt free. Like he could go anywhere, do anything. For just a moment, his problems melted away, unable to touch him. He was free, just him and the sky.

The flutter of feathers pulled Danny out of his thoughts, his eyes drifting down from the stars to the air around him. The boy smiled softly. No, it wasn’t just him and the sky. 

Danny’s eyes drank in the sight. The sparkle in the birds’ eyes. Their excited calls. The way their feathers glissen in the moonlight. The bird swirled around him, loving flight just as much as he did. 

And yet it was so different from how he himself flew. As a ghost, flying was effortless. He was light as air, like an astronaut in space. He just thought about where he wanted to go and his body would move there. It was freeing, simple, completely natural. His ghostly body ignored gravity just as easily as his human body breathed.

But the birds… they have to fight against gravity. They pumped their wings, muscles straining, hearts beating wildly to lift them above the ground. They caught updrafts, moved with the wind to fly. The wind moved through their feathers, caressing their wings in a way it never did for him as a ghost. 

Danny floated, stationary while the flock flowed around him. They swooped and dived in a complicated dance. Ordered, carefully controlled chaos. Not ignoring gravity but defying it. 

His core sang at the sight. It was beautiful. So beautiful. And so different from how he flew. And yet, he got to share it with them, one of the few people who ever would. This freedom, this miracle, he got to share it with them, even if ghostly flight was different, a pale imitation even, of their flight. And yet….

The half ghost could almost imagine it, the sensation of feathers ruffled by the wind.

It was then, Danny’s back started to itch.

✧ Undercover AU Masterpost ✧

welcome to the Give Your Hidden Identities A Hidden Identity hijinks bonanza! a danny phantom no one knows AU featuring lots of silliness and maybe sometimes a little angst, focusing primarily on the newfound friendship between Phantom, Tucker, Sam... and Fenton.

this AU begins when the main trio are 15, at the start of their sophomore year of high school. After a lonely year of ups and downs since becoming Phantom, Danny meets Sam and Tuck for the first time while stuck in ghost mode... trying, and failing, to fly under the radar.

Undercover Phantom AU on Ao3

Everything is tagged Undercover Phantom AU

Comics are tagged Undercover Comics

Asks are tagged Undercover Asks

Posts by others are tagged Others Undercover

Below the cut is a compilation of core content (comics, ficlets, and text posts), in roughly chronological order! there's tons more in the tags, and I will do my best to keep this post up to date.

Updated: 06/17/22

Main Series [Ao3]

Chapter 1: Danien [Ao3]

Vlad’s newest bit of tech revokes Danny’s ability to shift out of ghost mode, and he subsequently makes some new friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Bonus

Chapter 2: Morbid Antisocial Youth [Ao3]

Not long after Sam and Tucker befriend Phantom, the opportunity to hang out like normal teens presents itself! obviously everything is gonna go fine, and everyone is gonna have tons of fun (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Chapter 3: Fall Nights

Sam, Tucker and Phantom hang out, and get to know each other better.

Laugh | Full Moon [Ao3] | Trick-or-Treat!

Chapter 4: That Fenton Kid [Ao3]

Amity Park is not a big town. Sooner or later, Danny is going to have to face Sam and Tucker—Phantom's new friends—as... well, himself.

His plan? Avoid that at all costs.

His success rate? Miserable.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Chapter 5: Aftershow [Ao3]

In a small-ish town like Amity Park, and an even smaller school like Casper High, word got around that year, carried in undertones, about The Time That Fenton Kid Ran Away.

(If Danny spent his first year as Phantom alone... if he didn't know Sam and Tucker when Circus Gothica came to town... what happened?)

Aftershow | Extras & Freakshow's potential return

Chapter 6: Doppelgänger [Ao3]

His parents' upgrade to the Fenton Catcher couldn't have come at a better time; Sam and Tucker have really started to get on his case—both his cases—about how Fenton and Phantom should finally meet. And... so far, so good!

...or not.

Cover | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Extras

An Undercover AU Primer (+bonus comic)

Y'all wanted Angst? Y'all Got Angst

How did Danny get his powers?

Sam and Tucker begin to theorize about how Phantom passed away...

...and begin to make some connections between Phantom and Fenton (and test a theory)

More about Sam & Tuck: 1

More about Jazz: 1 | 2

Identity Crisis

Danny's identity slip ups | ...and Sam & Tucker's

Dash is a disaster bi

Everlasting Trio + Two Hands | Everlasting Trio Tag (primarily post-main series)

Hey y’all get ready for some

Danny Phantom Fanfic Recs

Okay, these are all either multi-chapter fics, or series that contain multiple connected one-shots. A separate list for singular one-shots will go up sometime later. I’m not tagging anyone because I’m not sure if some authors even have a Tumblr.

Completed fics are marked with 👻, and in-progress fics are marked with ❌

Keep in mind that these are in no particular order of interest, just whichever ones I strongly recommend as I go back through my reading history. All of these are T at the most, and if there is an M somewhere it’s probably for violence or graphic-ness.

Danny Phantom Only:

(we are) the fault line by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid 👻 - Slow burn found family with Vlad regretting past decisions and getting more depth than just “mwahaha I’m going to turn you into the perfect son!!!!” Also Danny speaks in like, two chapters toward the end, and I think that’s quite a bold move to have the quip-dealer so quiet.

Shivers by JadeNoRyuu 👻 - There’s follow-ups, but the main story is really interesting. I also don’t know if the writer’s first language is English, but that makes it even more commendable.

Epiphany by TorScrawls 👻 - Maddie and Jack get character development, and that makes Danny panic lol. There are separate epilogues.

Broken Ectoplasm by ghostanimal 👻 - Very nice story, more Parental Angst, and Danny is incapable of speech for almost all of it. Jack realizes how much of an ass Vlad is without Vlad knowing.

Bitter by thatgirl_youknowtheone ❌ - Vlad fucking poisons Jack at the man’s own b-day party. Jack does not realize he is dead, angst ensues when Danny tells him.

Temper Tantrums by attu 👻 - Lore for my girl Dorathea! Also Danny gets to be a dragon!

Mortified by Marsalias ❌ - Honestly if you haven’t read some of this one yet, go. Read it. Edit: It is very long chapter-wise (over 230), but the chapters are a bit short.

Three note chords (series) by Hazama_d20 👻 (series is marked as incomplete, but all uploaded fics are completed) - Ember wants to spend a day in Amity, Danny needs help with a talent show. ~Can I make it any more obvious~

Crossovers:

Half Dead Phoenix by SilkNettle ❌ - Trelawney shenanigans. Danny is confused, but he’s not gonna complain about the people giving him a bed. Danny cannot use a wand.

Ghost Kings and Gotham Bats by BlueGhostCardinal ❌ - Ghost King Danny, obviously, but he finds out in an interesting way. Also has Bad Parents Jack/Maddie, so watch out for that.

Weirdward by DarkNymfa 👻 - The OotP needs help, and Muggle ghosts are very strange. Danny can use a wand.

Darcy and the Phantom (Link to first fic, but it is part of a series) by Honyasbookshelf 👻 (series is incomplete, this one is completed) - Danny is sleep-deprived and Darcy carries a taser. Jane is also Danny’s astrophysics hero.

Summoned King AU (series) by Enigmaris ❌ - HYDRA summonings, but he’s in human form every time. The Avengers help him out until Loki tags along and Knows immediately.

Ghost in the NYC (series) by ASharksReadingGlasses 👻 - While I love good parents Jack and Maddie, this one just has Good Dad Jack and Questionable Logic Maddie. Also Spidey and the OG DP, aka Deadpool, accidentally-on-purpose-kinda-sorta adopt him. NOW COMPLETE WITH BONUS EPISODES TO COME!!!

Icebound by Pandemi 👻 - Very neat Justice League fic, I love the premise of Flash fighting… well, just read it.

The Ghost of Heroes by Enigmaris 👻 - MCU crossover. This is in the same vein as Mortified for me. If you haven’t read it, GO READ IT.

Whirlwind, Reflections, and Mirrored by Lynse 👻👻👻 - All involve different parts of the Secret Trio (Danny Phantom, Jake Long, and Randy Cunningham), but Whirlwind throws Chat Noir in there for spice.

Legless on Maim by GothMoth 👻 - This one is mostly for the sake of “hey, that doctor in Venom is named Dan! Let’s have fun with that.” It’s also got ridiculously long chapters, but I don’t really mind so this is more a warning for anyone who frequently says, “Just one more chapter.” Honestly, you’re probably going to see a lot of GothMoth on the one-shot list. I love the memes.

Phantom City by inukagome15 👻 - Teen Titans crossover. I guess more light-hearted? Still dealing with Dan Trauma, but… someone helps. It’s great. :)

Family and Friends by lauraeb5 👻 - Ah, immortal Danny. Who makes friends with a much-loved winter spirit of fun! And angst happens later! >:3c

Recognized by AgentIanLegend 👻 - IDENTITY SHENANIGANS WITH ROBIN!! Seriously, I had to take breaks to be like, “okay who’s who? What happened? What’s happening?” And BAM (Bad Ass Mother) Maddie!!!!

Wes

(Thank you for this prompt I loved it, I love Wes, and I love Danny being a little shit bless)

“Hey Danny? Someone’s staring at you from those bushes.”

Danny looked up with frown in the direction Adrien was pointing at. He glimpsed some ginger hair and binoculars before they disappeared into the foliage.

He snorted. “Oh that’s just Wes.”

Danny flipped off the bushes with a smirk and his friends could hear someone yell, “Damn you Fenton!”

Jake tapped his chin, “Yo isn’t he the kid that had a crush on you? Or was it the other way around?”

“Neither but I can still give him grief over it.” Danny said.

Randy looked over where the binoculars we’re slowly rising to peek over the bush. “Yeesh. What’s that shoob’s deal anyways?”

“Conspiracy Theorist.” Danny grinned, “He spent all of third grade trying to prove our teacher was Bigfoot. Now he’s trying to convince our entire class I’m Phantom.”

Adrien looked part confused part worried. “But….you are Phantom.”

Danny’s grin got bigger. “I know, it’s great. I terrorize him all the time with it. You should have seen what happened when I finally learned to duplicate. I couldn’t look at him for month without laughing.”

Jake hummed. “You think he knows about us?”

“Probably.” Danny ignored Adrien and Randy’s squawks of surprise, “I mean he’s the only one who ever figured out my secret without ever seeing me so I wouldn’t put it past him. Why? You wanna screw with him too?”

“Naw, I get my pettiness filled by messing with Rotwood.”

They watched Wes some more, as he finally stood up and glared at them before marching off.

Randy looked over at Danny, “Why did his shirt say ‘It’s not gay if he’s dead’?”

“I thought I burned all those!! WES!!”

@i-understand-mon-cher

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, American Dragon: Jake Long Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randy Cunningham & Danny Fenton & Jake Long Characters: Randy Cunningham, Danny Phantom - Character, Jake Long Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, ghostly psychology, Dragon Psychology, minor mentions of blood, the Nomicon’s just There tm, Ghostly Obsession, First Aid, Platonic Cuddling, Randy doesn’t understand but he’s vv supportive anyways, gotta love your half-human friends and support them in all their endeavors, no beta we die like danny Summary:

Randy didn’t know what the big deal was. Really, it was just a head injury. They always look way worse than they actually are, you know! He’s the Ninja - it comes with the job. But then again, he supposed if he had a Ghostly Obsession like Protection (or if he was in charge of the entire Magical World in North America), he wouldn’t exactly listen to logic if his friend was hurt, either.

(Randy takes a not-so-friendly hit to the head during a battle. He learns the hard way what a Ghost’s Obsession and Dragon’s Possessiveness looks like as a result.)

Just published a new fic…check it out if u wanna

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, American Dragon: Jake Long Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randy Cunningham & Danny Fenton & Jake Long Characters: Randy Cunningham, Danny Phantom - Character, Jake Long Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, ghostly psychology, Dragon Psychology, minor mentions of blood, the Nomicon’s just There tm, Ghostly Obsession, First Aid, Platonic Cuddling, Randy doesn’t understand but he’s vv supportive anyways, gotta love your half-human friends and support them in all their endeavors, no beta we die like danny Summary:

Randy didn’t know what the big deal was. Really, it was just a head injury. They always look way worse than they actually are, you know! He’s the Ninja - it comes with the job. But then again, he supposed if he had a Ghostly Obsession like Protection (or if he was in charge of the entire Magical World in North America), he wouldn’t exactly listen to logic if his friend was hurt, either.

(Randy takes a not-so-friendly hit to the head during a battle. He learns the hard way what a Ghost’s Obsession and Dragon’s Possessiveness looks like as a result.)

Just published a new fic…check it out if u wanna

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, American Dragon: Jake Long Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randy Cunningham & Danny Fenton & Jake Long Characters: Randy Cunningham, Danny Phantom - Character, Jake Long Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, ghostly psychology, Dragon Psychology, minor mentions of blood, the Nomicon’s just There tm, Ghostly Obsession, First Aid, Platonic Cuddling, Randy doesn’t understand but he’s vv supportive anyways, gotta love your half-human friends and support them in all their endeavors, no beta we die like danny Summary:

Randy didn’t know what the big deal was. Really, it was just a head injury. They always look way worse than they actually are, you know! He’s the Ninja - it comes with the job. But then again, he supposed if he had a Ghostly Obsession like Protection (or if he was in charge of the entire Magical World in North America), he wouldn’t exactly listen to logic if his friend was hurt, either.

(Randy takes a not-so-friendly hit to the head during a battle. He learns the hard way what a Ghost’s Obsession and Dragon’s Possessiveness looks like as a result.)

Just published a new fic…check it out if u wanna

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, American Dragon: Jake Long Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randy Cunningham & Danny Fenton & Jake Long Characters: Randy Cunningham, Danny Phantom - Character, Jake Long Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, ghostly psychology, Dragon Psychology, minor mentions of blood, the Nomicon’s just There tm, Ghostly Obsession, First Aid, Platonic Cuddling, Randy doesn’t understand but he’s vv supportive anyways, gotta love your half-human friends and support them in all their endeavors, no beta we die like danny Summary:

Randy didn’t know what the big deal was. Really, it was just a head injury. They always look way worse than they actually are, you know! He’s the Ninja - it comes with the job. But then again, he supposed if he had a Ghostly Obsession like Protection (or if he was in charge of the entire Magical World in North America), he wouldn’t exactly listen to logic if his friend was hurt, either.

(Randy takes a not-so-friendly hit to the head during a battle. He learns the hard way what a Ghost’s Obsession and Dragon’s Possessiveness looks like as a result.)

Just published a new fic…check it out if u wanna

Since I had so much fun making memes for another fanfic of mine, I decided to to the same for Pet allergy

HELLO I AM HERE WITH FANART OF CONNER CARRYING HIS NEW BABY KITTEN who just wont stop trying to become a ghost :(

110% inspired by this AMAZING fic by @playedcrowd5610 about danny getting stuck in his human form with the team, and since everyone believes he's been miraculously revived they're being uber overprotective trying to prevent danny from dying again lolll

AAAAAA I'm tired AF. I have FINISHED chapter 2 of Theres Lots Of World Out There, and now all I have to do is do some editing magic in ao3.... problem is I am too tired as of now- I will post chapter 2 later on today! I'll keep you guys updated. In the meantime, have some gifs I feel relate to this fic.

**word count... a little over 4,000 words in chapter 2

yay I did it O)-(

@kath-ibw @daveisstriding @donitkitt @pinkiepig @hunny-bxscuit @ye-olde-rd 

Still images under cut -u-

Keep reading

here’s your damn fish

I will give you a list of songs from my liked ones. Please pick a or b :0

Futon - Ūla or She Don't Like Boys - Ariya

505 - Artic Monkeys or Notion - The Rare Occasions

Preach - Saint Motel or

Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco or YKWIM? - yot club

Pumped Up Kicks - FosterthePeople or Ophelia - The Lumineers

Hope you have a great day <33 :DD

Context : I wanted to ask this ever since you said that you like saint motel, so I shot my shot <3

uhhhhhh I'm gonna pick the ones I either know or like the sound of kek

b

a

a

b

a

50 Ways To Say “I Love You”

“Be safe”

“Make sure to come back to me, okay?”

“I got these because I know they’re your favourite”

“I saw this earlier and I thought of you”

“Give me a hug please”

“I’d really love it if you came”

“Please stay”

“Just- uh . . . try not to die. I’m really not bothered to replace you”

“You’re leaving already? Nooooo~”

“[insert very specific insult]”

“Well maybe I like having you alive, ever thought about that?”

“You’re the only one I really want to be there”

“You’re my everything”

“I’d rather be hurt and be with you than be okay without you”

“I think in every reality, I still find you”

“I want to make something for you”

“There are people who love you, you know”

“Dedicated to [character name]”

“I did this for you”

“I would give all of this up for you”

“Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!”

“I wish I could stay here forever. Just me and you”

“Thankgodyou’reokay-”

“I won’t admit that I missed you”

“I made it the way you like it”

“I can’t stand not talking to you”

“I didn’t ask you to do that” “You didn’t have to”

“Don’t move - I’ll get it for you”

“Tell me all about [thing/person their partner is interested in]”

“You won’t take care of yourself so I will”

“[talks dreamily about their future with their partner]”

“When am I going to see you next?”

“I was thinking of you”

“You’re worth it”

“I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

“I really like your hands”

“You’re the only reason I’m coming back”

“I am not leaving you”

“I knew you weren’t dead. I refused to believe it- I knew it couldn’t be true”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“I’ll take care of you as long as you need me”

“You’re not alone anymore”

“It’s okay it’s okay is got you”

“You don’t have to pretend with me”

“Whenever I’m with you I am real”

“Just you and me; that’s all I want”

“You’ve finally rendered me speechless”

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”

“If only you could see yourself as I see you”

“I love you”

[part 2]

[50 ways to say I hate you]

Leave requests for other oneliners / prompts!

Solar lunacy got me soft 🥺

Solar lunacy belongs to @bamsara

FOR UKRAINIANS WANTING TO GET TO POLAND

You can take your animals with you, they only need to be vaccinated against rabies and have a microchip. Know that there are vets on the border that are vaccinating animals.

Kids are able to enter without documents. They won't be separated from their parents.

You need any kind of identification to enter right now, doesn't have to be a passport.

Covid vaccines are available for people that are entering

There is also no quarantine after you enter

Please stay safe

Edit: people started to ask for sources so I'm happy to provide them

https://www.wetgiw.gov.pl/main/aktualnosci/Tymczasowa-procedura-przemieszczania-zwierzat-towarzyszacych-z-terytorium-Ukrainy-na-teren-Polski-przez-osoby-nie-posiadajace-kompletu-dokumentow-weterynaryjnych-dla-psow-kotow-i-fretek/idn:1999

https://www.strazgraniczna.pl/pl/aktualnosci/informacje-o-granicy-polsko-uk/9870,Zniesiona-kwarantanna-na-granicy-z-UA.html

https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina-en

https://www.gov.pl/web/zdrowie/szczepienia-przeciw-covid-19-cudzoziemcow-narodowosci-ukrainskiej

All of them are official government or border guard website

Student & Independent Beauty Just some of the independent or student animations that I never would have seen if not for Tumblr. Crayon Dragon | Ghost | High Tide | In-Between | The Cat Piano

Out of respect for the artists, please do not remove this caption.

CAN WE GET MOON IN A CORSET NOW???

Zam where their organs and bones go-

benchtrio hands :)

BEHOLD A MAN!

inspo from that one tumblr post talking abt diogenes barging into academy with a chicken (and also bc i keep seeing chicken grian everywhere)

“How do you defeat something which you cannot kill? How, how do you defeat something that cannot die? It’s simple…You take away things that it cherishes, one by one, until it wishes that it was dead. 

That’s how you kill an unkillable god: 

By making it want to die.”

- BadBoyHalo, on having his house moved to Ohio

Hi! Could you do the main four and sun/moon drop reacting to a gn!S/o whos afaid of the dark? Love your writing!!

second request!!! woop woop <3 hope this is what you were looking for! i used to be DEATHLY afraid to the dark, so writing this was fun to look back and see how i've grown from then! ^.^

TW: none (unless you count fear of abandonment as a trigger?) gender neutral, adult reader!

Total word count: 9122

contains: separate scenarios with each animatronic, including an extra of Sun & Moon (separated)! just pure, tooth-rotting fluff :) + i had another idea and combined it with Freddy's part.. i might have gotten carried away with it - it's a small therapy session with Freddy >.<

masterlist + how to request! | all of my FNAF imagines on AO3

Even In The Dark, All I See Is You

- your animatronic lover thinks that they know you inside out, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. yet, they cannot help but feel surprised to find out that you have a fear of the dark. not to fear, they will be there to comfort you. ♡

*(Y/N) - Your Name

Glamrock Freddy (He/Him)

- 1896 words

"Superstar, can I ask you something?"

You raised an eyebrow at the orange bear. Freddy usually just asked whatever he had on mind, rarely asking for permission to question someone else about something. Odd.

Out of all the Glamrocks, Freddy was definitely the most innocent. You were sure his question wouldn't be anything too out of the ordinary. You shrugged, you had nothing to lose. "You already did, but sure." You replied with a small smile, encouraging him to go on.

Freddy takes a moment to rethink the phrasing of his question. He was worried from the wording that it would offend you, or that it would cause you to shy away in any form. You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to redirect his focus to you. "Everything okay, big bear?" You asked him instead. His awkwardness was a surprise, it made you almost nervous for what he was to ask about.

Freddy leaned into your touch, a soft, mechanical purr leaving his lips. Oh, the discovery that your mechanical boyfriend and friends could purr made you feel like a child on Christmas. Who knew they were just like big house-cats?

Freddy just twiddled his thumbs, nervous to ask. As adorable as it was to see Freddy like a nervous teenager, your curiosity was getting the best of you. "Come on babe, spit it out!" You said and grabbed at his shoulders, in an attempt to shake him. He barely moved, considering he was practically thrice your weight, but you tried. A poor try, but it still counts.

Freddy chuckled at your desperation, his voice box crackling with amusement. He wraps an arm around your waist, easily guiding you closer to him as he envelops you into a hug. His other hand runs through your hair while you wrapped your arms around him. You giggled at the sudden display of affection. "You must be really nervous over this question if you're acting this way," You quipped. Freddy could hear the smile in your voice, it melting away all qualms he had.

He placed his head on your shoulder, his mouth right beside your ear. You could feel the hot breaths coming out of him, you had hoped that his coolant was working properly. You would hate for him to overheat.

"Doyoueverfeelafraid? Likeyoureafraidthateverythingyouhavenowisgoingtodisappearinasecond?"

You blinked in surprise. Huh?

Freddy sounded just like when Sun when he was rambling about children. What was his question? You missed it completely.

"Could you repeat that? You spoke so quickly." You laughed. You could feel the steams escaping his metal casing through the small openings at his joints. He was really stressing over this question.

"Do you ever feel afraid?" Freddy finally manages to get out of his throat after a moment. You had the urge to laugh. That was his question? That was what he was so nervous about? He was nothing like this when he asked you out.

You hummed at patted him on the back, trying to comfort him. "Of course I do. Are you afraid about something?" You asked in return. Was he insecure about something? You knew the fellow animatronics such as Roxy and Monty had their fair share of insecurities, but Freddy had barely shown any, or talked about feeling insecure.

You feel Freddy shifting to hold you a little tighter, a little more closer to him than normal. You were sure there was a potential of that leaving a bruise, but you knew Freddy would never intentionally hurt you. "Fear is a weird emotion. I've seen children experience it, but experiencing it myself is.. It's more that I ever thought of." He mutters softly.

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream," He continues. "I'm afraid that if I wake up, you'll be nothing but a fond memory that lived in my head,"

"I'm afraid that you'll one day fall in love with another, maybe even another human, and leave me here, all alone." He rambles on. You watched as his eyes darted away from you as he spoke, looking directly to the floor. He was ashamed for even feeling this way. Was it selfish for him to feel like this?

"And I'm afraid that-" He continues again, only to be cut off by you knocking your face onto his. You sloppily kissed him, putting all of your energy and passion into it. It was a little odd considering Freddy could not physically kiss back, but the action was well appreciated. He lets out a little delighted hum from the physical contact.

When you finally pull away, you're panting, desperately trying to catch your breath. You place your forehead against his, staring into his blue eyes. They resembled calm blue skies and the salty ocean. "It's okay to be afraid," You whispered through exhales.

"Fear is something all of us experience; It's never a good feeling. Sometimes it eats you up alive, the worry factor making things worse at times. But, you should never let it control you. You have to face your fears in order to overcome them." You smiled at him and pecked at his nose, the soft honk from it making you giggle.

"And that's what you're doing right now - facing your fears. You're telling me that you're afraid of loosing me, right?" Freddy nods. You can see it in his eyes, that he was processing your words, trying to figure out the next response to do. You kiss him again, square on his mouth this time.

"Your fears are valid. But, I promise you that this is real, all of this; and that I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here beside you."

Freddy feels his non-existent heart swell at your words. If he could shed tears, he would have been sobbing. You meant so much to him, and to have you reaffirm your affection for him made him emotional. He presses his face to you, a small kiss as a gift for your heartwarming words. "Thank you, my love.. Really, thank you." His voice box crackles, sounding almost as if like it was underwater.

Freddy reaches out to wipe a stray tear from your face, one that you had not realised it escaped from your eye. "Are you choking up?" You tease from the sound of his voice box. Freddy laughs as well, his voice now back to normal. He pecks you lovingly once more.

"You mentioned that you've felt fear before.. What are you afraid of?" He asks. You pursed your lips together. You were afraid of many things, from small spiders to falling off from a height. Freddy already knew those fears of yours. But there was still one more fear of yours that you never told him about. You were afraid of being judged for it, as you had been since childhood.

Should you tell him? After all, he had just bared his heart to you.

Just as you opened your mouth, the lights in his green room went out. You squeaked, scrambling to wrap your arms around your boyfriend. Freddy felt your heart rate pick up at an alarming pace. "What's wrong, my love?" He asks gently.

"T-the d-ark.. I don't like it.." Your teeth chattered. Goosebumps had risen along your arms that were clinging onto Freddy for dear life. Freddy hummed, his chest-plate reverberating against your head. He presses a kiss to your head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"I can't believe my Mx. I'm Not Afraid Of Animatronics of a partner is afraid of the dark.." Freddy jokes lightly. You could not help but laugh as well, albeit still on edge. Throughout your time as the Pizzaplex's technician, you had never been afraid of any of the animatronics. Sure, they were eccentric and had such solid personalities, but they meant well; even if it was hard to see at first.

"I had no idea that the lights went out at night.." You huffed. It was your first time staying overnight at the Pizzaplex; a special request of sorts from management. They had said that the animatronics needed some extra TLC (tender loving care) this maintenance weekend.

Freddy rubbed your back comfortingly. "They do for every other hour. It is to save on some costs, I suppose." You squeaked, "An hour?! And this REPEATS?!"

Freddy placed another kiss onto your head. "No need to be afraid, my dear. I'll be here with you." You snuggled into Freddy's chest, thankful for his warmth. Being afraid of the dark seemed like such a 'childish' fear when compared to the fear of heights, or the fear of being forgotten. This fear of yours has been long kept a secret since childhood, and you planned of keeping it that way. Until today, though it was unplanned.

Damn it, Freddy.

Your animatronic boyfriend started talking about his day, how adorable the children he met were and about how glad he was to be spending time with you. When given the chance, he was quite the chatterbox. You did not mind though, especially in this situation. You appreciated the bear for being a distraction, he was someone who made all your worries melt away.

Though it was pitch-black in Freddy's green room, you could see how his eyes lit up (literally) with love when he looked directly at you. It showed in the way he moved, how he always controlled his strength when touching you, treating you as if you were made of glass.

As Freddy continued to ramble, he was interrupted by you kissing him this time, on his cheek. You see the confused look on his face and giggled. Another kiss was given, "Just a thank you, Freddy."

Freddy leans closer to nuzzle your face, his loud purrs filling up the atmosphere. "Thank you as well, my love. Thank you for listening and helping me face my fears. I really do adore you," His voice drops to a whisper at the last sentence. His declaration of love was sacred, something that he only kept reserved for you.

"Thank you for staying with me while I face my fears as well; I love you too." You whisper back.

As Freddy was about respond, the sounds of bells jingling outside Freddy's room was heard. Then came the sounds of footsteps, pitter pattering across the floor. You nearly screamed, burying your face into your boyfriend's neck. Freddy only laughed, patting your back. "Not to worry Superstar, it is only the Daycare Attendant."

"Sun isn't supposed to leave the daycare!" You almost yelled, whipping your head up to look out of the glass panel that also acted as a 'wall'. Through the small crack of where the curtain separated, you could see Moon on the other side. His red eyes shone brightly in the dark. He lifted a hand, waving all five fingers slowly. It was eerie, exactly what you were afraid of seeing in the dark.

"It's past your bedtime~"

Freddy blew a raspberry at the nighttime animatronic, "Stop scaring them, Moon." He scolded lightly. He used his free hand to wag a finger in disappointment. Moon slumped in defeat and walked away. You knew that if Moon had visible irises, he would be rolling his eyes.

"That was not cool, Moon!" You yelled. You only heard the faint crackle of his voice box as a laugh and the sound of bells fading away into the distance.

Montgomery Gator (He/Him)

- 1556 words (it's so fun to write soft Monty hehe)

"That's it! You're getting it!" You were learning some bass guitar chords from your animatronic boyfriend, Monty. He cheers you on encouragingly, more than ecstatic for his partner to be interested in his own craft. Though you only played a single chord, the G chord, Monty felt his heart swell with pride. You were already perfect in his eyes but the love he felt flowing through him as he watched you try his interests was indescribable. The simplest term he could find for himself as a video-game enthusiast, was that his love was on another level.

It was hard for Monty to explain the feelings he felt. All he knew was anger prior to meeting you. After that fateful day of crossing paths with you, he knew you were special.

Was it love? He first questioned himself. But that seemed impossible; an animatronic loving a human? Deep down, Monty knew it was love. He felt it when he first held your hand, when he first kissed you, when he first saw you wearing his merchandise and when he hears you say his name.

The sounds from his bass came to an abrupt stop, pulling him out of his thoughts. He calls your name, concerned. It takes him a moment to adjust to the sudden darkness of his green room, he could only see you due to his night vision. Shadows were casted on your face from your hair and you were frozen in place. Monty waves a hand in front of your face, "Babe? You okay?"

The gator picks you off from his couch and onto his lap in an effortless manoeuvre, a hand smoothing down your hair comfortingly. You snap out of your frozen state, now shivering in fear under Monty's hold. Your boyfriend could not understand why you were shaking. You were barely afraid of anything - What were you afraid of that caused you to react this way?

"It's alright, I'm here.. No need to be afraid of anything," He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You leaned onto him, letting go of your own weight and quietly cried. Monty was even more puzzled than before. First you were afraid, now you were crying? Was it the mood swings? Must be a human thing. Monty could not comprehend what was going on, literally.

Monty felt the cooling fans under his metal plating whir to life. He was starting to overheat from confusion. Who knew that could happen?

The sound of the cooling fans oddly enough, calmed you down. Your quiet sobs came to a stop, you looking at your boyfriend worriedly. "Are you okay? Why are you overheating?" You asked. Of course, leave it to you to worry over someone else over yourself. Monty raised an eyebrow as he wiped the salty tear stains away from your face. "Why were you crying?" He countered back.

You bit your lip, afraid of telling him. You were afraid of judgement, especially from someone who you held dear to your heart. Monty interpreted your silence as you feeling offended. He knew you did not like confrontation and tended to shy away from it when necessary. He rubs your back softly, "Look babe, I'm sorry I said that.. You don't have to tell me, just know that I'm here if you want to talk-"

"I'm afraid of the dark." You blurted out, cutting him off.

"Huh?" Monty says immediately. "The... Dark?" He repeats slowly. The gears were still turning in his head, trying to connect the dots. His eyes go blank, processing new information. After a moment of silence, he snaps his fingers. "Oh! Nyctophobia. Sun has it as well,"

You nodded, "Something like that, though for different reasons than Sun." The alligator continues to rub your back comfortingly. "It's okay, babe. We all have our fears. Why didn't you tell me about this before? I would have known what to do if something like this happened,"

Oh Monty. Sweet, sweet Monty. He was such a sweetheart when it came to his loved ones, especially in their times of need. He could be an arse at times (scratch that, most of the time), but he always meant it in good fun. He always knew not to go overboard, and apologise when he accidentally did.

"You were going to plan something if you knew?" You asked back. You ignored his first question, you were still too embarrassed to admit to as to why you never told him yet. That was another problem you often faced - social anxiety, also known as the fear of judgement from others. It was something that both you and Roxanne shared. And luckily for you, Monty has had his fair share of comforting Roxy during her anxiety attacks. They shared a sibling bond of sorts, despite acting like polar opposites and fighting childishly in front of many.

Monty grumbles, a deep yet comforting sound that you've grown to love. "Of course. If I'm with you, I'd do anything to make you feel better, no matter how small the matter is," He uses his tail to slide his bass guitar that was left unattended on the couch towards him. He places it gently over your lap as you sat on him, hooking his fingers onto the fretboard with ease. "Get comfortable, doll. I have a surprise for you." He smiled cheekily. He gave you a moment to shift around. You settled yourself comfortably, leaning your head under the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Monty began to strum, playing one of his solo songs from the performance earlier that day. He hums, his throat vibrating against your face. You felt your muscles relax, the worry leaving your body; as if it was never there to begin with. The music slowly but surely, lulls you into a dazed state, sleep threatening to take over your body.

Just as you were going to fall into a deep slumber, Monty starts to strum the opening to a new song. A very familiar song. It takes you a few seconds to think straight. "Is that my favourite song?!" You asked, buzzing with excitement, all prior drowsiness gone.

Monty chuckles as he saw you perk up. "Is it? I had no idea," He teases as he began to sing the lyrics. His voice was smooth like velvet (not butter) and as sweet as his favourite cake from the PizzaPlex's café. You hummed along, enjoying how your boyfriend looked in front of you; His guard was down and his true emotions were showing. You wished he was like this to the others, but you felt honored to be the only one he showed this side of him to. It made you feel special.

Special was barely enough to describe how Monty saw you. Words or phrases like angel, perfect, a gift from Heaven barely did you any justice either. It was indescribable for him to express just exactly how he felt for you. Monty never tried to force his feelings and the way he saw you in a specific box. If you were to ask him, he would say that you did not need a box to be defined, that you were too good for any of said boxes. Sometimes, it is better for things to be left the way they are.

As the song came to a close, you gave him a kiss, catching the gator off-guard. He squeaks, immediately regretting making that sound. "What was that for?" He asks as he looked away embarrassedly, steam escaping through his joints. You giggled and gave him another peck. "Thank you, Mon. You've always been so good to me." You said. Monty knew you were being sincere, he could hear it from the way you spoke, he could see it in the way you looked right back at him; eyes full of love, and he could feel it with each touch you gave him.

He nuzzles your cheek, a soft contented sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry it wasn't much.. I only had the bass on hand. Next time, I'll have a slice of cake ready or maybe your favourite drink.." He replied. He felt upset for not being prepared beforehand, despite not knowing that such an event like would happen.

"You don't have to get anything, babe. You being here is enough. You're enough." His heart swelled from hearing your words. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew every single insecurity and fear of his. You never failed in reassuring him and repeating your affections for him so he would get it through his stubborn wires and endoskeleton, even at a time when he was trying to comfort you. Due to night vision, Monty could see you clearly, the way you teared up while speaking as your hands trembled. Monty frowned, "Why are you crying again? Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head and gave him a hug, "No, no! These are happy tears, babe. You just make me so happy!" Monty moves his bass to the side and returns the hug. He inhales, breathing in your scent. You smelt just like him now; mint with a hint of cedarwood, and it made him more than happy to know that he was truly yours, as you were his.

Roxanne Wolf (She/Her)

- 1398 words

Roxanne purrs in delight as you run a hand through her mane. You laughed, "Eager, are we?" She growls jokingly, a smile hiding behind her eyes. "Hurry up!"

Deciding not to tease your girlfriend any further, you started brushing her long silver mane, starting from the roots down to the ends. Her purrs got louder with each swipe of the brush, eyes rolling to the back of her head from pleasure. You smiled with amusement as you continued to pamper her.

It was nights like these that Roxy loved, having some well-deserved alone time with her partner. It allowed her to fully relax and not worry about showing a confident front to the many children and parents she regularly interacted with. She knew she could speak her mind with you, she could let out every single frustration she had held up over the past few hours and know that you would not see her as any less. You, being her pillar of support is what made her fall in love with you. She needed someone like you for years and when you finally came into her life as the newly assigned animatronic handler, she swore that the Gods above had finally answered her prayers. Albeit she was rough around the edges at first, she allowed herself to fully melt into your arms, becoming nothing but a puddle of love in front of you.

"How was your day?" You asked as you continued to brush her hair. Roxy loved having your attention at any given time, so she sometimes made her stories a bit more dramatic than its reality, just to get different reactions out of you. She loved watching your face contort and twist painlessly to express different emotions, ranging from the squeal of joy to a cringe of disgust. She felt jealous for having a much more inexpressive face compared to yours, yet relived at the same time. It made hiding her emotions much easier when needed.

She smiled and howled with laughter from seeing your many reactions for today's story. Apparently, some child had gotten too excited from meeting Freddy and ended up puking on him. Poor bear.

Just as she was going to ask about your day, the lights in her green room had shut off. It was pitch black. Your brushing came to a stop. She heard your gasp. She reaches to grasp your hand, "Honey? Are you okay?" She asks worriedly. You squeezed her hand tightly as you shivered. "It's dark.." You simply replied.

Roxy shifted, moving to your end of the couch to wrap you in a hug. Her internal heating immediately turned on, a warm exhale leaving through her lips. You sighed deeply and embraced the warmth emitting from her. "Don't like the dark?" You finally heard her speak after a few moments of silence. You groaned softly and buried your face in her shoulder, "No.. I've hated it since I was a child.."

Roxy hums in response, drawing shapes onto your back soothingly. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought I knew everything about you," She asks. She almost sounded dejected, as if you did not trust her enough to tell her this fear of yours. You panicked, scrambling to find an answer. "You do! It's just that I thought you would judge me for having such a fear.." You trailed off. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, as if it could jump out at any moment.

Roxy scoffs lightly, "Why would I judge you, babe? I've told you every insecurity and fear I ever had. It wouldn't be fair to you for me to judge you for having a fear." You hear the light teasing tone in her voice despite being serious. She was trying to lighten the mood, trying to make you feel better.

Roxy snaps her fingers, an idea fresh in her mind. She unwraps herself from you, causing you to whine softly. She laughs, "One second, babe. I just remembered something," She gets off from her couch and slips past the metal door that leads to the storeroom. She returns a moment later, hiding something behind her back. "Give me your hands!" She says with an excited grin.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically and followed her instructions. In the dark room, you could only see her eyes that glowed brightly. She places a small circular object in your hands. Your fingers fumbled with the item until they hit something solid. Applying pressure, the solid moved to the right and the item lit up. It glowed a light purple, Roxy's favourite colour.

Roxy pushed a lock of hair behind her ear sheepishly. She swung on the balls of her feet, back and forth, back and forth. "Do you like it? It's my old nightlight." She asked.

If you were not so mesmerised by the stunning purple the light gave, you would have pounced onto her and peppered her with kisses. You smiled, reaching out to grab her hand. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you for sharing this with me-" You started, only to be cut off by her. She smiled back, "You keep it. I know you need it more than I do."

She had your full attention now.

You yanked on her hand, pulling her down to your eye-level as you swiftly gave her a kiss. She squeaks in surprise, not used to you taking charge. She was the one to usually initiate physical contact. You pecked her on her nose, rubbing it with your own right after. "You're a gem, you know that?" You said with a giggle.

Her eyes are a mix of yellow and purple under the soft gleam of the nightlight. She looks beautiful. You always tell her about how beautiful she is, especially on her low-mood days; but this sight was something different. She looked much more happier, more in love and most importantly, more like herself. The Roxy that all of the Mega Pizzaplex knew was arrogant, rude and boisterous. But, the Roxy you knew was nothing like that. She had a heart of gold, though it was coated in silver in order to protect what was truly underneath. She was is perfect.

Roxy shifts, settling back onto the couch to sit next to you. She picks up the brush that you were using on her, long forgotten. It was quivering at the edge, threatening to fall onto the ground at any second. She nudges you gently, getting you to lean against her, your back facing her. She begins to brush your hair, gently working out any knots and tangles along the way. She hums the tune to your favourite song as she continues to groom you.

"You know, I used to be afraid of the dark too." She says after finishing with your hair. You were now leaning on her, her fingers now on your scalp, massaging away the fear and tension you felt. You smiled slightly, relived to hear that she could relate to you, "Really?" She shifts you slightly, pushing you to lay onto her lap.

She nods. "Not exactly the dark, but being alone in the dark. I hated being alone in the dark, it reminded me of all the insecurities I had. Sometimes, I heard voices, repeating these insecurities at me." She sighs. You felt upset for making her recall such a memory, but you appreciated her nonetheless for sharing. You reached your hand up to cup her cheek, rubbing it with your thumb. She purrs softly, a small smile on her lips.

"But then, I met you. You became a light in my life, and I was no longer afraid of the dark anymore." She continued.

Tears welled up in your eyes, "Oh Rox.." You whispered. She giggled lightly, leaning down to kiss your lips - Spiderman style. "So, I mean it when I say that I love you. I know I rarely say it, but you've done so much for me, more than you'll ever know." She leans into your touch, feeling more content than ever.

"You don't have to say it, Roxy. I know you do." You flipped around, embracing her again. "And just for the record, I love you too. I find that I love you a little more as each day passes." Roxy bursts into tears from your response, causing you to laugh as you and her continued to cuddle.

Glamrock Chica (She/Her)

- 1128 words

Your conscience is yelling at you, urging you to quicken your pace. You were repairing a security robot near the green rooms, when the lights suddenly went out. It was your first time staying overnight at the Pizzaplex, and this was definitely not going according to plan. You just wanted to finish your task and go chill with your robot girlfriend, NOT run in the dark; with the possibility of being grabbed by anyone.

As you reached the hallway of the green rooms, all of the lights of the Glamrock's rooms seemed to also be off. Except for Chica's.

A little faster, (Y/N)! You're almost there! Her door is right in front of you! I know you're tired, but it's a sprint away!  You hear your inner voice yell once more.

The faint sound of bells jingling caused you to squeak. It seemed to get louder with each passing second - It was now or never. You gave it your all, sprinting to your girlfriend's door and knocking rapidly.

"Hey, sugar! What's u- wrong?" The chicken's smile dropped instantly the moment she saw you shivering at the door of her green room. She ushers you inside, throwing a spare blanket over your shoulders. You're shivering under her touch, teeth chattering like there is no tomorrow.

Under the dim UV lighting of her room, Chica was practically glowing. Her neon outfit consisted of pinks and greens, two of her favourite colours. It was a welcome sight after you rushed to her room when the lights went out. Chica slips into the storeroom, grabbing a bottle of water and returning to your side. "My sweet, you need to tell me the problem.. How else am I supposed to help you?" She asks gently and handed you the water. You grabbed at it, chugging the liquid down like a dehydrated animal.

You blinked and looked at her confusedly. "Why are the lights on in your room?" Chica chirps, clapping her hands together. "Any kinetic energy generated at the play attractions, like my Mazercise, is converted into backup electrical energy for the green rooms! Pretty smart, right?" It made sense - a lot of physical energy would be generated at the attractions from guests running about, such as in Fazerblast. It was not new news to you that Fazbear Entertainment wanted to make as much money as possible, so implementing a different generator for the Glamrocks' rooms was not too much of a reach.

Chica slips under the blanket with you, her hands attaching onto yours. She plays with your fingers, tugging and pulling them gently. "You don't have to tell me, darling. But, whatever spooked you outside probably was just from a S.T.A.F.F. bot malfunctioning," She said. You shook your head and leaned onto her, your head on her shoulder.

"It's not that.. I was fixing up a bot then the lights went off, then I heard the sound of bells getting louder and louder.. It was terrifying!" You exclaimed. The memory of the bells jingling getting louder made you involuntary shiver again. Chica rubbed your hands, blowing hot air into them as an attempt to calm you down. "You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?" She finally asks.

Your sigh was shaky as you finally admitted your weakness, to the one you loved the most. "It's that obvious, isn't it?" You muttered. Chica tutted and pecked your forehead, moving closer to you. "It's okay to be afraid, you know. I have my own fears as well," She replies. Her words felt warm and reassuring, like a hug for the soul. Chica knew just how to made you feel better.

She manages to get you to lie on her while she's on the sofa, taking you into her arms. Her hugs felt as great as her words were; it was something that could not easily be reciprocated by another. She always made you feel safe, no matter how she chose to comfort you. Her favourite thing was to play with your fingers during a conversation.

As you spilled your heart to her about how you have always been afraid of the dark, you could not help but notice how gorgeous she looked under the UV lighting. She has always been beautiful, but this sight was something else. The lighting made her outfit and eyes glow with a subtle shimmer. She looked as if she just came out of a movie.

Her eyes held nothing but love as you gazed into them, blue eyes staring back at your own. She giggled as she looked at your dazed state. "Everything okay, honeypie?" She asked. You hummed, leaning up to give her a kiss. "Yup. Just admiring how beautiful you look under this light,"

She squeaked. Chica has never been the one to take compliments easily; it always made her flustered and shy. "T-thank you.." She replies quietly. You almost laughed at her but held it back. She just helped you through a panic attack and laughing at her would seem mean, even if she was not your girlfriend.

Oh, fuck it.

You did let out a giggle.. Which then turned into a full-blown laugh. Chica looks confused, a squawk reaching your ears. "I'm sorry, you're just adorable when you get flustered.." You heaved out between giggles. She huffed and looked away, "Not funny!" She ignored you for a moment before laughing as well, turning back to face you. She smiled, relieved to see you much happier - Even if it came at the expense of her being teased by you. Not that she minded, of course. The bird loved you more than anything, she would do anything for you.

Correction - She loved you more than anything, except for pizza. That savory dish still remains first in her heart. You swore one day you would get the number 1 spot, one day.

Chica continued to make jokes and played with your fingers as she talked about her day prior to you running into her room, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she described an interesting child she met in the afternoon. "Oh and did I tell you his name? It was-" She stopped herself, noticing that you had drifted off in her arms. She hums contentedly, pecking your forehead.

Knock, knock.

Chica snaps to her side, eyes darting to the glass panel of a 'wall'. On the other side, stood Moon. His faceplate spins in amusement, "Are they asleep?" Chica nods. Moon gives a thumbs up and skips away to the other green rooms, the sound of bells fading into the distance.

Chica gasps as something clicks in her head. Oh! That was what you heard, the sound that terrified you. Turns out, it was just Moon doing his bi-hourly night patrols.

Sun/Moon (He/They)

- 1723 words

Sun's hands are shaking as he held yours. "Sunshine, I think you should go hide.. Moony is about to come out, the lights will power off in a few minutes.." You knew that he's afraid. But, so are you. Your voice cracks as you talk to your boyfriend, "Sunny, I think that you should know that I'm afraid of the dark; just like you."

Sun's faceplate spins as he guides you to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. "I know, sunshine. It takes one to know another," His words are nothing but comforting. The shared fear between you and him made you feel better, albeit your reason for being afraid is different from his.

"I trust you, Sunny. I think it's time that I finally overcome that fear, tonight." You tried to be strong in front of him, though you knew he could see right through your tough words. Sun runs his thumbs back and forth on your hand, a comforting tactic for both of you. "Are you sure?" He asked. Sun was nervous. It was the first time you would meet Moon, and after hearing about how he has gotten aggressive in the past, you were not looking forward to it.

But, you had this gut feeling that everything would turn out alright. You trusted your boyfriend, and you knew that part of loving him is that you would have to accept his counterpart, Moon. Moon was his mirror image, a 2-in-1 package deal. You cannot love one without loving the other.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yes, baby. I trust you, which means I'll have to trust Moon too." Sun as nervous as he was, he was definitely overjoyed upon hearing that you were going to give Moon a chance. He felt selfish for 'keeping' you to himself, away from the only other being he trusted with all his heart. Sun and Moon knew each other inside out, right until Moon started displaying aggressiveness. If he could, he would have kept you all to himself, under the premise of keeping your safety top priority, until he could get Moon's issues resolved.

He knew doing so was wrong. Though Sun was your partner, he knew you were your own person. You could make your own decisions by yourself. He could only support you. He only hoped that you would remain unscathed from your time with his mirror image.

"You're so strong sunshine, choosing to face your fear tonight! I'll be right here with you, even if you can't see me!" He perks up and swings you around in his arms. "Yesyesyesyes! You're so strong, sunlight!" He said. You knew this game he was playing; he was trying to distract you from feeling fear. Though the unsettling pit bubbled in your stomach and you felt a lump in your throat, you swallowed down your tears and smiled back at him. "Thank you for always being so supportive, Sunny." You placed a soft kiss on his cheek just you heard the generators let out the sound you dreaded. You watched as Sun's face faded from view, his smile blending into the darkness.

"I'm proud of you!" Is the last thing you hear from him before his hold on you tightens, squeezing you for dear life. He lets out a few pained groans and pants. It hurts you to hear him react in such a way, the bright eyed and bubbly animatronic was showing a side of him that only few people knew about. Your heart clenches, wanting to comfort him but you knew it was dangerous to disturb him as he transformed into Moon.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your heart beating loudly in your ears as a soft lullaby tune reaches you. Sun's hands suddenly feels much more colder than his usually warm ones.

A chuckle emits from the animatronic in front of you. "Oh my, who do we have here?" The voice is rough, raspy and downright terrifying. It sounded like the complete opposite of Sun's. Your eyes shot open, widening at the sight of bright red eyes staring back into your own.

The animatronic tilts its head to the right as its faceplate spins in amusement, "Are you (Y/N)? Sun's sunshine?" You nodded slowly. You could feel all hairs on your body stand straight, goosebumps rippling your skin. The animatronic lifts one of your hands to its faceplate for a 'kiss' (You shivered as more of the cold metal came into contact with your skin). "I'm glad to finally meet you, starlight. I'm Moon; I'm sure our Sunny-boy would have talked to you about me already." He says.

"N-nice to meet you too.." You finally managed to get out after a moment of silence, internally cringing slightly at your stutter. Moon hums, running his thumb across the back of your hands, just as how Sun does. The gesture was comforting in its odd way.

"Sun mentioned that you have a fear of the dark?" He asks. You could only let out a sound of agreement. It was frightening to have an animatronic practically twice your height talk to you in the dark, where you already felt extremely on edge. Not to mention that said animatronic had aggressiveness, their issues yet to be resolved permanently.

Moon tugs on your hands, guiding you with him towards the nap room of the Daycare. "Adorable humans like you should not be awake at this time," He says softly. His red eyes acted as a 'nightlight' of sorts, lighting up your line of vision for a meter or two. He brings you to the largest beanbag in the room and placed some plushies on the floor next to you as he settles down. He pats on the beanbag, gesturing of you to sit on it.

You reluctantly followed his silent instructions. You were still on edge and grabbed the nearest plushie. Lucky for you, it was a plushie of the very animatronic that sat next to you. Moon lets out a small laugh, his voicebox sputtering and wheezing. It was much different from Sun's joyful cackles. You liked the soft creaks and mechanical whirs that you could hear with every movement Moon made. Yet as different as him and Sun were, you could not help but feel.. Oddly comforted with Moon's presence.

Moon provided a sense of calm and tranquility in the dark, while Sun provided joy and excitement in the light.

Moon moves a hand to run it through your hair, massaging gently on your scalp. "You're doing so good for facing your fears," He hums. The lullaby tune emitting from him increases in volume slightly. He pushes you backwards so that you laid on the beanbag and slung your legs onto his lap. As much fun he was having in your presence, he knew you were too terrified to do anything. It seemed that he would have to get you used to him first.

Your heart swells from his praise. It truly was taking a toll on you for facing a fear, even if fearing the dark seemed childish for many. It was still a fear. You felt the exhaustion creeping up on you, threatening to pull down on your eyelids and drag you to dreamland.

Moon watches in content, he knew you were already drifting off. He could see it from the way your grip on the plushie of him loosened, from the way your breathing evened out and in the way your heartbeat calmed down to a normal pace. He pushes a stray hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears, placing his faceplate on your face.

He feels the warm breath fanning from your exhales on his face, warming up his cold exterior. He chuckles softly, not wanting to accidentally wake you up. He looks at your face, studying every single detail; from your hairline, to your eyelashes, to the tip of your nose, to the very bottom of your chin.

"I thought Sunny-boy was playing a joke on me when they said that you were attractive, (Y/N).. But, it seems that there is more to just your gorgeous face.." He whispers to you, despite it falling on deaf ears. He leans down again, bumping his oddly placed nose onto yours, "I'm proud of you for facing your fears. You did well. You'll never have to be alone in the dark again, because I will be with you."

You stirred slightly in your sleep, moving your face upwards. Your lips accidentally connected with Moon's, causing him to immediately jolt and stumble back. He hears the fans beginning to whir within him, a sign that he was overheating. He huffed to himself, "Stupid starlight.." Yet, he could not ignore the joy he felt as he put a hand to his lips. He could still feel your touch lingering on him. Settling back on your side, he keeps watch in case for any danger.

As he acted as a guard while you slept, Moon could not help but to repeat the scenario again and again in his mind, right until the lights turned back on.

Sun stretched, spinning his faceplate happily. Sometimes, he and Moon happened to share memories during the transformation. One memory that Moon will certainly not forget happened to reach Sun.

Sun gasps as he watched Moon's memory. "Oh nonononono! What a mess! What will sunshine think?!" He chatters worriedly to himself. His eyes snap to you. You were still quietly dozing on the beanbag, the Moon plushie sat loosely in your arms.

You looked so beautiful in his eyes, even more so when you were asleep. Sun knew you also had your fair share of anxiety just like he did, so to see you peacefully asleep with no troubles in sight, made him relieved. Sun places a kiss on your forehead before laying down himself next to you. He places his head on your chest, delighted as you instinctively take him into your arms despite being asleep.

He purrs in content, feeling calm and serene just as you did before dozing off in Moon's presence. Sun looks at your face once more, rubbing your cheek affectionately, then goes into power-saving mode; it was enough for him to doze off like a human, yet be awake and alert, should anyone call for him.

Sun + Moon (Separated, He/Him for both)

-1429 words Song used: La Da Dee by Cody Simpson

You yawned, stretching your arms. It was the dead of the night and you were currently doing handicrafts with Sun. Your warm boyfriend had boundless energy, bouncing about the Daycare despite it being an ungodly hour to be awake. Though you were quite the insomniac, you were starting to get tired.

In the chair next to you, sat your other boyfriend. Moon was already dozing off in his chair, slumped over the art supplies that Sun had provided. You were sometimes jealous of the nighttime animatronic and his ability to easily fall asleep practically anywhere.

Sun looked away from his work and at you, "Are you sleepy, baby?" You frowned and shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, Sunny!" You said to him, though you felt like you were trying to convince yourself as well. Sun tutted and let go of the marker he was holding.

He stood up, pushing himself off the comical, child-sized chair he had managed to squeeze himself onto and sauntered to you. He picked you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. "Sun!" You shouted and kicked at him, but to no avail. He was literally made of metal, it was going to take more than that to hurt him.

Moon sat up groggily, looking at his partner and mirror image oddly. "What are you doing to (Y/N)?" He asks after yawning. Sun clapped his hands, "Our sunshine is sleepy! Yesyesyesyes, it is the perfect time for a proper sleepover~!"

"No! No sleepovers! I told you that I'm fine!" You yelled. You tried to twist and turn to get out of Sun's grasp, but to no avail.

Moon hummed, seemingly 'thinking' about Sun's idea. You glared at Moon, mouthing at him to tell Sun to let you down. Moon glanced at you, mischief twinkling in those red eyes of his. "Oh, what a good idea, Sunny.." He replied. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You kicked your legs again in protest, "Damn you, Moon!" Moon only chuckled as he watched Sun squeal in excitement, skipping away with you over his shoulder towards their shared bedroom. Moon sighed, glancing at the messy table left behind. "Clean up.. Clean up.." He muttered to himself. Moon put away the art supplies and picked up the drawings you and Sun left behind before jumping upwards, landing gracefully on the balcony pad of their room.

He was greeted with a sight for sore eyes.

Sun has already wrapped you under a blanket, rolling you snugly so that you appeared like you were contents of a burrito. You groaned under the blanket, obviously grumpy. "Sun! I told you that I'm not tired yet!" You protested. As grumpy as you were, you were adorable to both of the animatronics. Angry cinnamon roll, was what you were. They wanted to do nothing but protect you.

You tried to escape the burrito roll of a blanket but Sun held the ends tightly with ease so that you could not escape. Sun pulled you, his grumpy burrito of a partner, onto his lap and cuddled you happily, ignoring your sounds of anger. Moon chuckled and placed the drawings on a spare table, moving closer to you and Sun.

"(Y/N), why must you be so stubborn? You're always falling asleep in the day, we are trying to help you fix your sleep schedule.." Moon tutted. Sun perked up upon seeing his mirror image, "Moony! Doesn't our sunshine look so adorable like this? Don't they? Don't they?" Moon hummed in agreement as he joined in the cuddle, content with the warmth you and Sun were providing. Like a little kid, Sun squealed. "Moony, you're so cold!"

The sound of the generators powering down caused you to jolt. You began shivering immensely under the blanket, despite it being warm and comfortable. "Sunshine?" Sun called, his face coming into view. Through the pitch-black room, Sun emitted a soft, orange glow. He looked like a nightlight, literally. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your quiet sobs escaping.

Sun hummed comfortingly, rubbing your back. "Why are you crying, baby?" Moon sat still. Shocked was not the right word to describe the way he felt. Surprised was more fitting. He was surprised to see you, someone he saw as fearless, shivering and sobbing right in front of him.

What were you so afraid of? You rarely cried in front of them, you thought it made you appear weak in front of them.

Everything was okay just a minute ago, when the lights were on- oh. It clicked in Moon's head.

"Darling... Are you afraid of the dark?" He asked. Sun laughed at his mirror image, "Moony, don't say such things like that! Our (Y/N) is as fearless as they can be-"

"Yes.." Your soft reply interrupted Sun. The bright animatronic let out a 'Huh?' before the puzzle pieces came together in his head. "OOOOH! That's why you always refused a sleepover!" He exclaimed.

Your nod was all the response they needed. You pulled yourself away from Sun's shoulder to look at Moon. Just like Sun, he shone softly like a nightlight, a calming silver shine to him. Sun yanks you into his arms again, now cradling you like a little baby. "Our sweet sunshine, afraid of the dark... It's okay!" He happily sang. You grumbled, "It's not funny!"

"Sunny, stop babying them." Moon scolded lightly. Sun pouted and released you onto the mattress. You sighed in content, finally free from Sun's clutches-

Moon yanked you downwards, causing you to fall onto the mattress with a thump. You made a sound of protest, only to be shushed by the animatronic. He pulled off his nightcap (Who knew he could take it off?) and placed it gently over your head. "It's time to sleep, my star. Sunny and I will be right here with you." He whispers. Something caught your eye. As you looked up, you noticed the small glow-in-the-dark stickers in the shape of stars littered the ceiling. You felt the mattress dip on your sides, both the animatronics settling to lay down as well.

"Do you like it? I had the inkling that you had nyctophobia and thought these would be useful," Moon's voice distracted you from the stars. You smiled, reaching out to rub his cheek affectionately. "I love it, babe. Thank you." Moon purrs happily under your touch, his faceplate spinning in content.

Sun wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer to you. "What about mEeE~?" He warbles. You giggled and rubbed one of his sun-rays with your other hand. "You too, Sunny. Thank you."

Moon begins to sing, his voice a deep yet gentle resonating sound that you always loved. Though you've often heard him sing during the nap-times in the daytime, this song he was singing was an new song, an entirely new experience.

La da dee La da dee doo La da dee me La da dee you La da dee La da dee doo There's only me There's only you

You swayed your head along to the tune, happily enjoying his performance. It was beautiful. Though Sun trusted you early on in your friendship with him, it took quite a while to gain Moon's trust. It was rare for Moon to show a side of him like this - where he was completely at peace and did what he wished. You were glad he felt comfortable enough to act as such around you.

As he continued to sing, you could not help but feel dazed, the temptation to sleep was growing stronger with each word your boyfriend sung.

La da dee La da dee doo La da dee me La da dee you La da dee La da dee doo When you are gone I think of you

Moon glances at you after finishing his song, satisfied that you had finally given in and drifted off. He glances at his mirror image, only to notice that Sun had entered power conservation mode; an animatronic's version of snoozing. Sun's arms were wrapped snugly around your waist, his face buried to your back. Moon checked the clock, 2:45AM. The lights were to turn on soon.

You looked so peaceful in your sleep, it was hard for Moon not to just take you into his arms and cuddle for all eternity. He settles back on your side, placing your head gently on his chest as he listened to your even breaths that lulled him into power conservation mode.

At least he knew how to put you to sleep now.

Okay- Okay- So, a couple of days after Security Breach came out some pals and I hopped on VRchat to goof around in the new avatars.

We went to Sun’s daycare and quickly had the big brain idea to stack the cylinder thingies and put lil ol me on top. The highest we got up to was 5. When I got up there I was just vibin until the tower started to fall. Now, if you know VRchat, you know that grabbing the center of that tower was a horrible idea. It sent me and the rest of the tower FLYING XD

And man, I tell ya. I completely lost my composure at that one point of our hang out. The three of us could not stop LAUGHING for like 15 minutes over my friend goin “where’s thE CHiLD??” I cant convey how funny it looked and sounded in this comic but I tried XD The first thing I said after I could breathe again was “Man,,, friggin,, I gotta draw this dude, that’d be so funny” XD

Also bonus:

Me literally losing it on my way back from having the tower sneeze and yeeting my soul in the other direction. As soon as I explained what I saw the other two lost it as well XD

Irreplaceable - Sun & Moon x Reader

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TW: slight angst, brief mentions of death (ends in fluff!) adult, gender-neutral reader 3626 words

*(Y/N) - Your Name

He/They pronouns for Sun/Moon, He/Him for both Sun & Moon (Separated).

- spending time with the new, child-friendlier version of your animatronic lovers makes you feel a lot more guilty than you thought possible. if only, you could bring your lovers back. oh wait, you can.

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