I don’t know how to draw bodies or clothes or… anything really but I felt like drawing something~ I hope you all like it… >////< *scurries off in embarrassment*
My first ever sketch dump! Took all night to line digitally, but I'm super proud of how it all came out! Look at them! Lil' scrimblos. Also I fixed Sun's legs and gave him a booty cuz he's a pirate, get it
Also yes I know all the shaded colors are all over the place; I did each one separately and only thought about it afterward. Lol.
Please do NOT repost my art. Reblogs are totally fine. I'd love to hear your feedback! Hope you enjoy! <3
“Do what?” you counter, beginning to focus your energy on counting out the number of cups, lids, straws, and popcorn bags you would be needing to sate the appetites of the kiddos. “Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to help me? Get some trays.”
Ben merely shrugs off the wall and grabs a few large serving trays from a cubby under the counter, setting them out as you set about organizing snack time, all the while peering at you with a strange expression. “Why do you talk to the daycare attendant like that? It’s not human. Don’t you think it’s kind of creepy?”
You don’t bother to spare him a glance, instead lining up the small cups and beginning to dispense the fizzy soft drink into them. Each child at the Daycare was given one pass for a free FazMeal at the diner or a pass for free concessions at the theater when there was a show scheduled, like today. Those, you would collect from Sun once the treats were passed out.
Ben, of course, is a teenager, perpetually edgy, angsty, and unimpressed with most things. And while you can’t exactly blame him—hell, you remember your teenage years weren’t exactly a walk in the park; now in your mid-twenties, you sympathized with your poor parents for having to put up with you, bless their hearts—it still strikes a nerve to hear him speak of Sun in this way. You adored Sun; his bright and bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air to you (especially when compared to Mr. Grumpypants over here). If you had even a smidge of an opportunity to work more closely with the animatronic, you’d have taken it in a heartbeat. It helps that you adore children, despite having none of your own. Working at the Mega Pizza Plex (and particularly the Daycare) was a dream come true for you.
“No, I don’t think he’s creepy at all,” you retort, correcting his improper use of Sun’s pronouns and passing the drinks to him to place their lids on; fifteen cola-flavored Fizzy-Fazzes down, now on to the popcorn. It was as simple as filling the bags, as the machine had been prepped and a fresh stream of fluffy kernels had been popped and perpetually heated only a few short hours ago. “He’s actually very sweet, not to mention he’s such a hard-worker; him and Moon. You have to be, in order to work with this many children every day.”
You think you hear him grumble something about “Of course it is, it’s programmed that way,” but you choose to ignore that with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. There was just no pleasing some people. Teenagers.
[Lighthouse] - Pirate!Sundrop/Moondrop x Reader - Part 1
Here it is, finally! This took a while to write but I hope you enjoy it! I’ve got several ideas of where to take this story from here, but this is just the beginning! Ties into the last story a lil bit~
Quick Edit - Found a small grammatical error that was bugging me.
Words: 4,745
Cw: None
Pairing(s): Sundrop x fem!reader, mentions of Moondrop
Let these eyes be a lighthouse
Let these arms be a safe harbor
Let this heart be a long awaited shore
- Tiffany Aurora
“I’m sorry, you want me to what?” You could only stare incredulously at your boss—or rather, at the very large silicone costume piece she now held aloft, wiggling it in front of you as though trying to tempt you with it. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, looking much like a gaping fish as your brain tries to process this new development in your career. She couldn’t be serious… “You know I’m a concession worker, not a character actor, right?” After a long moment of the two of you staring at each other, you let out a soft expletive on an exhale. “Oh my god, you’re not kidding, are you?”
“We originally had Tabitha lined up for this part, months ago, but then—you know—the baby and her being on maternity leave,” Sharon trails off, sheepishly, leading you to realize that there didn’t seem to be much forethought put into the fact that their only employee set to fill the role in question had been a ticking time bomb what with her pregnancy. Now, with Foxy’s Pirate Week looming on the horizon, the Pizza Plex’s only character actor was out for the next two and a half months, tending to a little one of her own, her first.—(You’d happily sent her a baby gift basket and a hand-written card practically begging her to bring her little one to work to meet the rest of the crew as soon as possible; you’d been so excited and a little envious that one of your coworkers was going to be a mother—damn baby fever…)—“I mean, I could have asked some of the other staff, but the regular kids all know and love you, and it would mean so, so much to them.”
Right, the children. As the head of your department—the lead concession stand attendant, and by extension, theater attendant—you got the chance to work with children of all ages, most of whom were regulars of the Superstar Daycare just outside your doors. It was a joy to see them all go parading through to catch a showing of the latest Fazbear Entertainment feature film, live magic or comedy show, or even one of Sun’s more theatrical puppet shows. Something you looked forward to every shift.
“Plus,” she continues, “Sun seemed to think it was a good idea, too, which is a first for me. I’ve never heard him so passionate about anything other than arts and crafts supplies.”
You blink. “Sun did…?”
“Yeah, he’s the one who suggested you for the job.” She shrugs a shoulder, nonchalantly. “Honestly, I don’t have the heart to disagree with him. You do like kids, don’t you?”
You do; absolutely, you do. But it was more than that. A big part of you (the former theater kid in you which you repressed after graduating high school to make it in the ‘real world’) is secretly loving this idea. To be able to dress up as a character, play a more direct part in making smiles appear on the faces of the kids who come around, taking pictures with them… There’s an odd twinge of nervous excitement and apprehension in your chest at the thought of it. ‘Pre-show jitters,’ you can’t help but think.
“What about the theater? Who’s going to take my shift?” With the influx of kids for this pirate-themed week of fun, you knew that the cinema was going to be swamped with showings of ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’. On a normal workweek, you could have anywhere between thirty to seventy kids a day going in and out of the theater. But the Pizza Plex had been advertising this week for the last three months; the sales department had pulled out all the stops to encourage more families to join in the festivities, even going so far as to offer season passes at a discount if made within the several weeks leading up to Pirate Week. It was everywhere on TV. There was a new wave of merchandise stocked up and even the promise of seeing the animatronics decked out in pirate- and nautical-themed costumes. It was looking to be quite the event.
You just didn’t want to think that your coworker, Ben, would be all alone, dealing with families and screaming children by the hundreds day in and day out. He was still a teenager, swamped with homework, midterms and college applications to look into. You didn’t want him to up and quit because you got moved to a different department during peak crazy season and left him to the sharks.
“We’re shifting several people around, so don’t worry. Ben won’t have any lack of help,” Sharon assures you. “And you’ll be compensated for this, I promise. I know that it’s super last minute, and I hate to dump it on you, but you’re really our only hope, [Y/N].” Again, she dangles the costume before you, and your eyes take in the tantalizing bloom of color swirling along the silicone. It is rather pretty… You had such a soft spot for costume design.
Think of the children. How could you say no to them?
You snatch the costume with a forced sigh, feigning your displeasure at the situation, even as the corner of your mouth twitches upward. “You owe me big time for this one.”
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In all honesty, you could see why Pirate Week drew in such a large crowd. The Pizza Plex had spared no expense in making this the event to remember. Everywhere you looked, nautical themes and decorations galore. Children were given paper pirate hats at the entrance to the establishment, as well as a themed notepad for getting all the characters’ autographs. But it wasn’t until you clocked in and passed by Rockstar Row that you got a good look at the main attractions.
The fearsome foursome, the main band, dressed to the nines in pirate garb, complete with plastic sabers and faux flintlock pistols strapped to their hips. You’d never before seen the Glamrocks’ physical appearances change outside of specific advertisements, so it was almost jarring to see Freddy with a tricorn cap and long coat or Chica with a bandana and buckles. Though, you could have sworn her persona in ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’ was meant to be a mermaid—if the Chica of the Sea posters were anything to go by—but you supposed a fish tail would be too drastic and difficult a change for Parts and Services to achieve for the animatronic in question. After all, how was she meant to wander around the Pizza Plex and sign autographs for the kids if she couldn’t walk?
Besides, that was your job now, anyway.
For the next week, you would be delegated to several locations around the Pizza Plex, however your main port of call would be Kid’s Cove, just outside the Daycare’s lower entrances. Your costume in question being the large, bulky, heavy silicone mermaid tail you’d been given by your boss, along with a matching seashell halter top and the instructions for the face paint and hairstyle to complete the look. You weren’t about to lie; you felt both ridiculous and gorgeous simultaneously. An adult getting paid to dress up as a knockoff Ariel and wave at kids as they went by? You had to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t some wacky fever dream. This was your childhood fantasy come true.
Learning to put on the tail had been a feat in and of itself; the past few nights spent searching for tutorials on YouTube leading to practicing in your own bathroom. Why they’d gone for a silicone tail and not neoprene, you’ll never know. It was so much of a hassle to get into, requiring a couple hand towels to achieve a proper grip, as well as a water-based lubricant to get you slippery enough to slide your legs into the tail without damaging it. Plus, it was heavy and moving around in it was nigh impossible for you who were not used to it. Lucky for you, you weren’t expected to have to really walk around anywhere, and you were told you’d have someone helping you in the event you needed to move locations or get to the nearest employee restroom. In the meantime, you’d just get to lounge around whatever station they stuck you at for that time block.
Still, you had to admit, the tail was a beautiful piece, an intricately detailed monofin in a shimmery gold, silver and deep blue swirl. You vaguely wonder if you could convince your boss to allow you to keep it. Maybe it would come out of your paycheck, but it would be so worth it to own such a thing.
You prep yourself in the restroom, already having applied your makeup and hair at home ahead of time to the best of your ability to do so, you slip into the halter, self-conscious of how much skin it shows compared to your normal uniform. You aren’t exactly used to having your arms and shoulders so bare, nor having part of your chest and midriff exposed as the top hugged your curves. But, hey, a costume is a costume, and this is still a relatively kid-friendly design; it’s not like you were applying for a job at Ye Olde Pirate Hooters. With any luck, you wouldn’t get any snide comments or too much side-eye from the older crowd.
Getting into the tail is a whole other story, though. While you’re fairly confident in your ability to put it on, it still is rather heavy and cumbersome to attempt to move around in, you resorting to holding yourself up against a wall and giving a little hop to get around. Hopefully whomever was assigned to help you would be here soon; maybe they’d just bring out a wheelchair to steer you around in, who knows?
Your first stop, Kid’s Cove. The large play structures of Foxy’s pirate ship, large buoys, a bonfire, and a lighthouse and dock, as well as a statue of the esteemed pirate captain himself come swiftly into view. A seat on the dock next to the lighthouse sounds like the perfect place for you to set up shop, thus you find yourself hopping along, feeling a lot like some deranged mer-rabbit. Your less-than-graceful entrance did not go entirely unnoticed as you see several children on their way past Kid’s Cove or going to or from Monty’s Gator Golf turn their heads in your direction, some pointing you out to their parents, who turned to regard you with a chuckle that seemed more pity than anything else.
You manage a little waggle of your fingers in their direction, but mostly concern yourself with trying to not fall over. Balance was swiftly becoming an issue as you had to keep your momentum going, like the world’s longest and most embarrassing game of hopscotch. How far was it to this pier? Where in God’s name was your assistant?
Suddenly, you’re thrust forward as one good hop ends with the floppy monofin folding under itself and throwing you completely off balance. You let out a squeak of terror, arms thrown out to catch and hold onto anything, but it’s too late, there’s nothing to hold you up, and you redirect them to brace for impact with the ground.
But it never comes.
“Whoa-ho-ho! Ahoy there, Starshine!” A familiar, cheerful voice sounds in your ear as two strong mechanical arms wrap firmly around your torso and haul you back into a solid chest plate. Your hands go to grasp at those holding you in place and you crane your neck back to see the daycare attendant staring back down at you, wide, chipper smile in its usual place and white eyes beaming with glee. “Or should I call you Starfish?” You relax in his grasp even as you struggle to get your feet properly under you again.
“Oh, Sunny, thank goodness it’s you,” you breathe, relief flooding your system and chasing out the adrenaline rush from the scare of falling. Now that that crisis was averted… “What are you doing out of the daycare? Not that I’m not happy to see you.”
“Oh, right! About that!” he chirps, merrily, but stops himself abruptly, turning you slightly in his arms. “Oh– well– before we get to that, where are you trying to go?” You point to the lighthouse and the pier and he nods, quickly. “Gotcha, gotcha, alley-oop!” Sunny repositions his hands to support your shoulders and catch under your knees, lifting you into his arms like it’s the easiest feat in the world, and for being a seven-foot tall being made entirely of metal, you suppose it probably wasn’t too difficult. He had to be built strong and resilient to keep up with toddlers and young kids using him as their own personal jungle gym.
Being princess-carried by Sun hadn’t been in your list of things to do today, but you can’t say you were complaining. Far from it, actually. His grasp on you is strong and supportive, yet unerringly gentle and surprisingly comfortable. Your mind reels back to that day in the theater when he’d asked for a kiss and runs wild with the memory of it.
Oh, lord, you were not crushing on the daycare attendant animatronic, you were not.
Sunny places you on the pier, your silicone-clad legs dangling off the edge, and joins you there. One of his hands barely grazes your lower back for support as you shift yourself into a more comfortable position before turning to look at him fully. Well, color you surprised, for it seems that Sunny (and Moon, if you had to hazard a guess) had also gotten the pirate treatment. You’d never seen them in anything but their normal, everyday outfits that you hadn’t really expected to see them in much else. But yet, here he is, clad in what appears to be a loose shirt with billowy sleeves and an open, ruffled collar, and the same sort of striped, ballooned pants he typically wore, but stuffed into tall boots with the usual stylized curl to the toes. He’s festooned with all manner of belts, buckles, and frilled sashes, a plastic saber at his side, and several of the sun rays at the top of his head are pressed in due to the bandana and tricorn hat he now sports.
You weren’t about to lie; he looks good. Still the same tall, goofy, loveable Sun that the kids (and you) were so fond of, but you had to agree that most everything looked better when turned into a pirate.
“Oh, Sunny! Look at you!” You gesture to his outfit, barely able to contain your excitement. “You look great!”
The full force of his smile is turned your way, what rays are left around the sides and bottom of his face wiggling in enthusiasm. “Yeah, well, look who’s talking! You look so pretty, oh, the little ones are going to just love, love, LOVE you!” His arms snake around you and pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “Are you excited for today, Starfish? Are ya?”
Starfish. Well, if that isn’t the cutest nickname he’s given you yet, you don’t know what is. Your face warms at the sentiment before you pull your attention back to your previous query.
“But, wait, Sunny, I’m confused,” you tell him, turning in his grasp as he still hasn’t let go of you, “The Daycare should be open by now. If you’re here, who’s with the kids?”
“Oh, right, that!” Sunny taps his palm against the side of his head as if it had slipped his mind in the two minutes since you’d brought it up. The arms surrounding you slowly pull back to allow you room to breathe. He kicks his feet out off the pier and sways side to side; the boy couldn’t sit still for the life of him. It was so endearing. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear. The Daycare is closed for maintenance this week.”
Well, that was news to you. What a time for it to close. You’d honestly expected that the daycare would be full to bursting with little ones, and that Sun and Moon would have their hands full trying to wrangle them together into some semblance of playtime.
“Wow, so then I guess this must be like a break or a vacation for you, huh?” You go to lean forward to sit your elbows in your lap, but the movement nearly upsets your balance once again. It’s not a terribly far drop to the ground, but not one you’d like to stick a landing with using your face. Immediately Sunny’s hand shoots out to scoop high around your middle and right you with a warbling giggle and a soft “Careful, little Starfish,” out of his voice box.
“Oh, no, no, not really like a vacation. Though, I suppose I could call it a break from my usual work. But, nope, still working, just, out here instead of in there.” Sun gives your side a gentle shake to emphasize ’here’. “I’m going to be your ‘first mate’, all week! We’re working together! Isn’t this great?”
“You— huh?”
“Well, Tabi’s having her baby, you know, so the boss lady was in dire need of assistance, and I just knew you were the perfect, perfect, perfect fit for the job, so I brought it up to her, and she seemed to like the idea, and then I really thought about it. I said to myself, I said, ‘Well, gee, Sunny, if [Y/N] is going to play the mermaid, she’s going to need some help getting around the Pizza Plex, why don’t you be the one to do it?’ So I ran it by Moon and he agreed, so then I ran it by Ms. Sharon and she agreed, and so here I am!” By the end of Sun’s breathless ramble, he’s twiddling his thumbs together and beaming at you, expectantly, awaiting your reaction.
You can’t help the smile forcing it’s way past your lips. You’d always had a soft spot for the daycare attendant. Seeing his bright and bubbly personality day in and day out as he led several groups of children into the theater for movie time always had a way of brightening your day.
You didn’t get a chance to see Moon too terribly often, given his job was to lead the kids to the nap corner, but on the off-chance that the movie time began to run into nap time, occasionally you would see him leading the sleepy children back out and into the daycare, sometimes with one or two particularly drowsy tots tucked into his long arms. He would usually just offer you a small look of gratitude for doing your part in cleaning up after them, not really much for conversation; marching calmly along to the soft tunes of a lullaby that emanated from his form.
So, to hear that Sun’s more reserved sleepytime counterpart had had a say in the decision to oust you from the dim recesses of the theater and thrust you into the spotlight of a (albeit, minor) character role… well, you’re intrigued to say the least. And, hey, you’d always welcome any excuse to work one-on-one with Sunny. Who knows? Maybe it would also give you a chance to learn more about Moon, as well.
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad I finally get to work with you, Sunny,” you admit, and that seems to make him just giddy, rays wiggling in delight. You smile back at him, infected by how happy he seems at the prospect of working together to entertain the kids. A thought occurs to you and you’re sure to raise your voice a smidge to add, “And you, too, Moonie, if you’re listening.”
You catch the way your sun-shaped coworker seems to pause and process those words, his smile doing its funny trick of seeming to shift and stretch even wider in a certain light, and now he’s practically buzzing in joy. “Oh, he is, Starshine, and he says ‘likewise’!”
It’s so strange. If you squint, you could swear that the coloration of his faceplate seemed to deepen a touch around his round cheeks; was he… blushing? You lean in to get a better look, finding he seems to be mimicking the action and bending more towards you, as well. He’s so close that you can see the detail put into the lunar-half of his face and the slight indents there to simulate craters; so close now that you can feel the warmth just rolling off his form. You’re suddenly reminded of his closeness from before, of him cheekily requesting a kiss on the cheek in the dim interior of the theater, a gesture it’s entirely too tempting to repeat. One you find yourself kind of wanting to repeat…
“There you both are! Oh, just look at the two of you! I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pair! Ooooh, the kids will be so thrilled!”
You pull back, head whipping around to see Sharon strolling towards you, using her hands to make a picture frame gesture as though she were sizing up the image of you and Sunny sitting together. You can barely hold back the blush creeping up your chest and neck at the thoughts that had just raced through your mind only seconds ago, covering your embarrassment with a cough and settling for picking at the edges of your halter and adjusting it, needlessly. Anything to keep your hands busy.
Could Sharon read minds? You certainly hope she can’t because it was going to be hard to explain the idea that you were thinking about kissing the daycare attendant. Again.
Oh lord, you are crushing on the daycare attendant.
Sun, oblivious to your internal plight, waves fervently as your boss approaches. “Helloooo Ms. Sharon! I was just telling [Y/N] that! It’s not every day that I get to stretch my legs outside the daycare. So many new and returning friends! I’m excited! Are you excited, Starfish?” He nudges you gently to bring your focus back from inside the space between your ears and into the present again.
“Well, you both look great. Glad to see the costume fits.” Sharon reaches out a hand and gives your arm a little rub. “Are you nervous?”
You shrug a shoulder. “I guess a little bit.” At this, you take notice of how Sun’s hand comes to rest lightly on the small of your back, large thumb rubbing a little circle into your skin in what you assume was meant to be reassuring. “I’m sure it’ll pass, though.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll do great. You have a good partner, after all.” Sharon lifts her head to fix Sun with a look. “Take care of her, Sun.”
The jubilant animatronic sways and gives your boss a salute. “Aye, aye, ma’am! Don’t worry, our little Starfish is in good hands!”
Putting her hands on her hips, Sharon gives the both of you another look over. “Good, good. Oh! Before I forget,” she says, moving to grab something out of her bag, “these are for you both.” She holds up what looks like small notebooks with the Fazbear Entertainment logo in the front, one each for you and Sun to take. “Sun, I trust you brought something to write with?”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes! How could I ever forget?” He hums to himself as he digs around in one of his pockets and produces a bunch of glittery gel pens in a variety of colors, before turning to you and fanning them out. “Which color do you want? You can pick first!”
“Um, this is for…?” you trail off even as you close your hand around one of the colors and Sun relinquishes his hold on it. You watch him debate between the remaining few colors for a good moment before finally picking two out; one for him and one for Moon, you’d guess. The rest disappear back into his pocket.
“Your autographs, of course,” Sharon states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Well, that does make some modicum of sense, though you hadn’t expected you would need to.
“Am… do I need to sign my name in character…?” You realize you hadn’t really been given a character name yet; had you known about it beforehand—(you probably should have thought about it sooner, you mentally kick yourself)—you might have tried to practice a bit at home in between your sessions of getting in and out of your tail. Most character actors you knew were supposed to practice and perfect their character’s signatures, likely having to sign a few thousand autograph books during the course of the day.
“Hmm, no, not really,” Sharon states, “This character is just a fun little side character for the children to interact with, with more appeal to those who may prefer a more… human approach. No offense, Sun.”
“None taken,” he replies, simply, with a wave of his hand. “Sometimes some of our new friends need to warm up to us animatronics, especially the wee little ones. It helps to have human staff around to ease their fears. Make sure they don’t feel left out of the fun, fun, fun!”
“Besides,” your boss continues, “you’ll probably see a lot of regulars who’ll recognize you, so there’s really no need for a character name. That would just be confusing. Just sign your name into their album.”
“But then why do we have books?”
“That’s another thing I asked Ms. Sharon for, Starfish!” Sun trills, and you peer up at him, curiously. “I thought it would be a fun treat to have the little ones sign our books, that way we have something to remember them by. And it’s sure to make them feel so special! After all, they’re the real Superstars.”
You grin, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice. “Aww, that’s so sweet! You really do think of everything, don’t you, Sunny?” He was so thoughtful, thinking of making the children’s experience the best it could be. Being asked for autographs from the characters you look up to? What a sweet sentiment.
Your robotic coworker seems to swell at your praise, a garbled mess of static echoing out of his voice box, obviously proud to be applauded for his consideration of what the kids would like. You honestly admire that about him. It makes the most sense, too; he was around them so often, day in and day out, so of course he would know best of what they would enjoy.
“Alright, well,” Sharon cuts in, checking her FazWatch, “I’ll leave you two be. Break a leg out there.”
“Don’t you mean a fin?” you ask, lifting your tail in emphasis. Sunny titters like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week and even your boss manages a chuckle. You crack a grin. You really like working with them.
“Just be sure to check the schedule and pay attention to your break times. Sun will help you get from point A to point B as needed, so don’t hesitate to ask him for assistance.” She looks up at the animatronic towering over you. “Got that, Sun? Make sure she’s taken care of.”
Another salute from Sun. “Yes, ma’am! Don’t you worry, I’ll keep a close eye on our Starfish!”
“I know you will. Have fun, you two.” With a wave, she heads off, taking down the rope barrier that blocks off the entrance to Kid’s Cove on her way out and gesturing to passing families to direct their attention towards you both.
You suck in a breath, seeing several children and their parents queueing up and looking in with idle curiosity.
Sunny’s large hand finds yours, tangling long fingers between your own and giving a little squeeze of reassurance. His soft, silicone-wrapped digits are warm as your palms press together and you quickly realize you’re staring at where your skin and his meet, intently. You swing your gaze up, up, up, seeing the daycare attendant leaning his faceplate closer and closer to you, that same swipe of color marring his cheeks as he gives the top of your head a little nuzzle. “You ready, Starshine?”
Leaning into his touch, you steel yourself before giving the most friendly, award-winning smile you can manage, an extra bounce to your voice as you submit to the role you now play. “Let’s knock ‘em dead~!”
