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Race To My Heart Crumb

The robots rivals to lovers race car story truly has me in a choke hold (no idea idea if these will be end names or anything, but woof didn't know how much I'd actually love rivals to lovers stuff)

Hand firmly planted like a grounding root, Viper simply stands with him. If this was his moment of realization to the truth - then they would be his witness. 

It’s fitting.

There’s no one else SB could ever picture to be present for his lowest moments. For his absolute downfall. For the exact moment when he breaks. It was always meant to be them. He had pictured it again and again as they’d be sneering down at him from the top of the winners podium. But instead the reality of it is him looking down at their hand so gently placed on his chest. Their sharp face softened with pity. It’s so unfair that even like this they’re fucking gorgeous. 

His pistons churn wildly beneath their hand. He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. Too many emotions swimming through his code. No idea what to say or do. He never had to. All of his existence he was pointed in a direction and told how to feel about it. Told how he was expected to behave. To think. Where was the guide for how to think for yourself? How to even understand yourself?

Quietly, Viper speaks, “You know, there’s a lot of shit we’ve got on our shoulders.” 

Their voice is a beacon he clutches on to. “It’s all an act. You know? In some way. Play the hero, be the villain.” Slowly their hand begins to snake up his chest, “There’s always someone you’re gonna let down.” Claws now slotting perfectly along SB’s right metal cheek. He can’t stop himself from leaning into the comforting touch. Keeping his eyes shut as he bites back a sob. They rub the pad of their silicone thumb against the empty slot where his helmet bolts in, “We’re all disappointments. That’s just how it goes.” 

Viper’s voice wobbles as they lean forward, both of their chests flush, “So if you’re going to be a disappointment you might as well say fuck ‘em. Be the full disappointment you’re gonna be because you’ll never be good enough for them anyway.”

Their left hand locks on to hold his left cheek as well. Both of their hands guiding him to look down if he dared to open his eyes. In their voice the familiar bite of competition is there as they say, “And they never deserved you in the first place.” Something about it like a wildfire off in the distance. A passion unlike any other. On instinct SB’s eyes fly open as they end with, “Because you and I are disappointments, together.” 

The electric green of their pixelated eyes like an exploding star before they’re crushing their mouth against his. Holding him in place as they hungrily kiss him as if the term disappointment was the sexiest thing on the planet. That even with him broken and lost they would not leave. The two of them were now so intertwined it no longer was them versus each other.

It's them versus the world.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon & Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Additional Tags: Theatre AU, sun and moon perform in shows, Y/N is a stage manager, and they were thespians, the gay little jesters are in love, seperate animatronics

Summary:

Drabble - Y/N is the stage manager for the Fazbear theatre and works with the Sun and Moon jesters that perform there Could not get theatre Sun and Moon out of my head so here you go. Not planning on making more. But we shall see where the writing spirit moves me *shrugs*

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Royal Rogue - Asrir Crumb

~ Since I put out the beta reader call - here's another crumb to show off my lovely Dragon Asrir and the type of items he hoards ~

They grab a book off the shelf to distract themself. He hadn’t been weird so they would learn to keep their composure with this new version of the dragon. The title of the book in their hand gets them raising an eyebrow, Thine Immortal. They read the first couple of pages and it has to be one of the most baffling things they’ve ever read. Some sort of romance magic adventure with a warlock vampire girl with a mind bogglingly long name. 

Their brows furrow with confusion, “Um, what?”

"O, my! No no you don’t- you most likely will not like those. Or at least, well, if you-" Asrir comes back in and rushes over to snatch the book. His face flustered and embarrassed, “My apologies that you read that.” Valentine takes a moment to thank the Sun above because he was now wearing some simple clothes. A pair of tan trousers, a tied loose shirt and a red and gold robe. The shade of it not too far off from the red of their cloak. And to top it all off a pair of glasses perched on his snout with a glimmering gold chain connected so he could hang them around his long neck. 

They wet their lips, “I don’t want to be rude, but, what was that?” The horrors of what was read running through their mind. 

He covers his face with the book in shame, “I collect… oddly written books. They are the largest part of my hoard.” 

Valentine looks at the most likely thousands of books, “So all of these are like that?” He nods his head and lowers the book to peek over, “Well not all like this one, they are all eccentric in different ways. You’d be surprised how beginning authors start! There’s really nothing holding them back from going down the wildest roads. I also collect statues and paintings that might have been mistakenly dropped or turned out not quite as planned. Truly unhinged stuff.”

He chuckles to himself. “My favourite is a painting one artist spent nearly ten years on and at the very final moments of completion their cat tipped over a huge jar of paint and its little panicky footsteps are all over it.” Two of his talons dance in the air with a ghostly trail of what the cat's path must have been.

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"There would be hushed choruses of onlookers calling them boyfriends, girlfriends, best buddies, and every other variation under the sun. They were robots, technically without gender, so they got called every kind of coupling possible. And to be honest all of them were right. The vast expanse of how Sun and Moon felt about each other and their own gender identities was ever flowing. A limited view of just boyfriend or girlfriend felt laughable. So when curious youngsters would see them, wide eyed peeking over the pastel booths, and ask their parents what the two robots were - the simplest answer was often the most encompassing. They’re in love."

Ok so this was the thing I've been MOST excited about for the Lovey Dovey drabble from Rest Stop realm.

Like these robots are in gay, trans, robot love and they make me lose my mind!!!

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A pair of doves have nested outside of the diner. Sun takes Moon out to see them and the two of them share a brand new experience.

Takes place post Rest Stop In The Stars. I didn't get into setting descriptions as much in this, so if you want orientation of the buildings etc might be worth reading. But if not - essentially Sun works at a 50s themed diner while Moon works at the retro future motel across the parking lot. An AU where it's a budget vacation resort at the outer edges of a theme park town.

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Hands y'all a crumb from a little Rest Stop snippet I'm working on (hint it's the dove thing I talked about ages ago). I'm not normal about robots finding their own forms of comfort through touch and holding coffee cups because of it T-T

they give a final excited squeeze to his hands before letting him go, “You gonna stay for a little bit?” They rock back and forth on their heels and hold their hands behind them. Clearly an attempt to keep from pawing at him anymore. 

He gives a gentle nod, “Yeah. I can stay around for a little bit.” 

They let out a happy low buzz from their voice box, “Yay! You want a cup of coffee while you hangout then?” 

Now, neither of them could drink or eat. Let alone open their ever smiling mouths. But ever since they’d unlocked the ability to feel touch - Moon had very much enjoyed the way a fresh cup of coffee melted warmth in his hands. Something soothing to hold while he waited for his sunshine’s attention to come back his way. A small cozy comfort. 

He reaches out to run his hand along their arm and gives a little squeeze, “I’d love that…” 

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Royal Rogue Crumb

(Sharing a small little piece with y'all so you understand the blorbos I'm going to be spinning in my head for the next few months as I finish this book)

Valentine knew this was going to end horribly.

When they had talked to the thieves guild and were given obscure details about what to steal, they had a feeling this was some sort of death trap. That or absolutely nothing would be in this place and it was just abandoned. A trick in their early on initiation to see if they’re actually willing to go through with what the group tells them to. They didn’t really love the local thieves guild but it was the only one nearby that someone could train in and Val needed to find a way out of the kingdom and stay hidden. So thieves guild it was.

Vibrant trees and plant life surrounding them in the early summer morning. They walk through the edge of the forest to find the edge of a mountain, a steep ravine to the left. Cairn Mac-Tallah, cutting through the heart of the countryside and the largest mountain range on the continent. A foreboding piece of the land where nature and magic run wild still. The sun just barely nudging its way over the crest of its highest cliff overhead.

“So how do I get in there?” 

The new head of recruitment for the guild, Adam O’Daire - a charismatic half elf, had said this place had not been checked out and seemed mostly safe. And since Valentine was trained in combat it seemed like the perfect initiation, just find the most valuable thing and bring it back. When they asked who occupied the space Adam had shrugged and said who knows. But there was something in his smile afterwards that made Valentine think otherwise. 

So here they were climbing the side of a mountain looking for some way to get inside. They had decided to wear a cloak in an attempt to slightly hide their identity in case anyone from the castle saw them, but it kept getting caught on rocky edges. No matter how many times they thought it would end - it’s as if new pieces of rock formed to snag at the cloak again. As if some sort of magic in the mountains was there to play tricks on them. Well aware of their intentions.

Life really is so exhausting.

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Hands you all a crumb from rest stop in the stars since that one won out in ye old poll >.> ~

Moon had made a point early on in the evening to not look towards the diner. No, no it was too much. Anxious energy pinging all around in his code. Instead he made the point to spend the evening checking in on the empty rooms of the motel - fluffing pillows, straightening sheets. Hell he even started to start crafting towel creatures to decorate with. Anything to keep his hands and mind busy and not occupied on if Sun would actually show up or not.

A little towel swan sitting demurely on the end of the noxious orange bedsheet of the last room he did his rounds in. All of the rooms had different themes of primary colors. This one had to be his least favorite, but maybe if someone was a fan of orange it would be a dream come true. Carpets, curtains, and lamps all blurring together with the color. 

He gently places a little complimentary chocolate down next to the swan. A dark blue wrapper with a little crescent half moon on it. “..There you go,” he says more for himself than if the creature might actually respond. He takes a look at the retro blocky alarm clock on the nightstand. Eleven pm on the dot. A surge of excess energy rushes through his wires and causes his right hand to twitch. He quickly grabs hold of it and focuses on directing the energy elsewhere. Internal fans whining with the effort.

After a few moments of calming his nerves he finally lets go, the shake no longer present in his hand. He looks down one last time at the swan. A little embarrassed, “Well… wish me luck..” Shockingly the towel creation does not respond but instead sits in silence. As if to say, Sure. You’re gonna need it buddy.

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The towel at the end of the bed like

[ID. Stick person drawing sitting coyly. End ID]