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King of the squirrels x reader

King watches the rain from the living room window. It coats the world in silver fingers, shaking the trees like a giant holding the world in between their hands.

He waits for the thunder, for the lighting. For the clashing and banging, the flashing and striking, his shoulders shaking at the thought of all the flooding that will happen in the woods. Shivering, he draws his cape closer, steadying himself. He has to watch the rain for flooding. To assess the damage. To make sure every squirrel is inside of his bedroom, safe in his bed in all the nests he made for them.

He could feel his breathing grow heavier as the rain poured down harder, drumming against the house, he feels the air fizzle and snap on his furry arms and tail.

A flash of light fills the room, everything becoming white as a shriek escapes his lips.

When it passes, the room fills with the sound of rain again, and he knows it what comes next. Thunder roars, cracking against the sky and yelling inside of the house and in his ears as he dashes underneath the dining room table, knocking over chairs. Lighting flashes again and he whimpers, covering himself with his cape, burying his face into the white fluffy collar.

He hates thunderstorms. Every time one happens, he is always reminded of brown, drenched bodies clinging to trees, of branches knocked over and small animals crushed underneath their weight. Of birds nests destroyed and cracked eggs, of so much death. Especially during storms in the summer, where the wind shrieks and howls joyfully like a witch from a an old fairytale. He also remembers drowning. His limbs flailing and fighting the waves, arms pushing against the harsh waters, the thunder laughing and the lighting cackling as he drowned, the river ready to swallow him whole like the mouth of a mountain lion. It chewed him and swirled him in its tongue before spitting him out, not liking the way he tasted.

His breathing grows heavy as he thinks of it, and he feels his lungs constrict, like they're tied with rope, or metal rods have been wrapped around his body.

Lighting strikes again, and he flinches, whimpering as the thunder comes, shaking the house with its voice. The rain stomps its feet on top of the house, and kicks the walls as the storm laughs at him with its booming laugh, making fun of him for crying. He doesn't even notice that you're in the room till he hears footsteps.

"King?" A soft wind of a voice against the thunder, a lullaby against the explosions outside.

"King? You okay?" You're whispering, and he hiccups, his chest heaving as you kneel down in front of the table.

His sobs are so heavy, they feel like a hail on his body as he curls up tighter in shame, whimpering.

"Oh, King.. hey, it's okay.." You slowly lay down next to him, and he cries again, wanting to reach towards you, to be comforted.

"It's okay..." Your voice is so soft, like the sun shining in through a window and gently nuzzling him awake, or like a squirrels' fur. Gently, you reach towards his cheek, and rub it.

He's still shaking, sobbing as you wipe away the tears, feeling the warm salt underneath your fingers as he uses one of his clawed hands to cling to your arm. You watch him try to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat, tangled up with the sounds of tears and his heavy breathing.

"It's okay, King, it's okay.." He bawls as he tries to breathe, shoulder jolting up as he tries to calm down. "Shhh, shhh, just breathe, for me, okay? Really... slowly, okay? In through your mouth, and out your nose, okay?"

King follows your instructions as you soothe, stroking his face gently and scooting closer, cooing like a mother bird comforting her chicks after they find out they can't fly yet. Your presence reminds him of softness, of dandelion fluff and fallen feathers collected to make clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay— shh, you're safe, you're safe, and it's okay, it's okay."

King manages to open his eyes, which he didn't even know had been closed till now, and looks at you. You look so concerned, worrying over him, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes looking like two soft pools of sunshine.

He presses your hand to his cheek, nuzzling into the warm, pudgy flesh.

"You okay?"

He tries to nod, but shakes his head.

"Do you want anything?"

He nods.

"A blanket?"

A shake.

"...Um, maybe a hug?"

A nod.

Scooting over, you wrap a arm around his waist as your hand strokes his cheek.

King breathes in deeply, and lets it out.

The sky shakes again, rumbles.

He cries out, burying his face deeper into your hand. He wants to bury his nose in your neck and hold you close, hold you tight, keep you safe and warm. He doesn't want you to go back to Dark's office and go back to work, he wants you to stay, stay with him and be safe and keep him safe as the sky continues to shriek and bang on the earth.

"Oh, King, it's okay.. it's okay.. shhh, shh...." you murmur. He whimpers again, feeling tears start as wind howls, joining the thunder in a chaotic duo. He feels the house shake as another boom echoes outside.

"Here, look, how about.. we go to my bedroom, and.. play some music, okay?"

He shakes his head, and removes his grip from your arm, gripping your waist instead.

You feel his face bury itself into your hair, as his shoulders shake.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Kingy?"

"S-stay.. pl-please.."

"Okay, I'll stay."

King breathes a sigh of relief, sniffing and blinking tears away, nuzzling your head. You shyly nuzzle into his chest, curling your legs slightly as you cuddle him, warm underneath the cape. Gently, King puts a hand on your hair, starting to pet and stroke the soft locks.

You feel yourself fight off drowsiness, because he is so warm.. and ohhhh.. his hand feels sooo niiiiiceeee...

"...That feels so nice.." you murmur, nuzzling his chest, and wrapping your arm around his waist. "If you... if you keep doing that I'll give you uhhh.." you drowsily reach into the pocket of your suit, and pull out a red package, "Ahhh pack.. of peanut.. butter cookies.."

He smiles, sniffing, and pulls you closer. Feeling calmer now, nice and warm with you, underneath the fabric of his red cape, he feels his bare skin against your suit. You smell of laundry detergent and of perfume that reminds him of cinnamon and fall.

He feels you melt like puddy in his arms as you try to open the package, whimpering when you can't, "Augh.. nooooo.. I want some too.. I haven't eaten all dayyy.."

Giving a chuckle to the air that sounds like a mix of chopped up chitters and giggles, he takes the package from your hand, and opens it with his teeth.

"Ahhh I'm cold now, Kingy.. put your arm back on my waaaaist.. you're so waaaarmmmmmmmmmm..." you whine, nuzzling his chest again, burying your nose into his soft skin (he usually doesn't wear a shirt, unless it's for special occasions).

You hug him again as he grabs a cookie, eating it. You feel so sleepy, you haven't been sleeping lately because of all the work you've been assigned— writing reports, editing Wilford's show, helping clean up bodies, writing more reports but for different things, helping with some murders, washing the dishes- did you even wash the dishes today? Augh, you didn't.. Dark is going to be so mad.. ahhhugh.

King taps your head, and you look up.

"Open."

"What?"

"Open your mouth please."

"O-oh.. Okay.." you open your mouth, and he puts a peanut shaped cookie in.

"Good?"

Closing your mouth, you nod, chewing.

God, he is so warm? Like? AhhhhhhhHHHH?? He is so warm. You want to cuddle him all day and nuzzle his cheek and pet his hair as the storm rages outside, still thundering and booming, maybe it's because he's here, but the noise isn't as loud now. You've never told anyone this (mostly because you're used to being mocked for it, and also because you're used to dealing with it alone) but you're kind of afraid of thunderstorms, just a little bit, and maybe.. because your anxiety has been through the roof all day because of all work, the storm today didn't feel so calming today, the rain felt nice... at first, but the thunder scared you out of your wits.

That's why you went to the kitchen, to get a glass of water and calm down, until you noticed King all alone underneath the table, curled up in his cape, crying. It broke your heart in two to see him like that, not only because you considered him a good friend, but also because.. well.. you have a crush on him.

Nuzzling into his chest again, you listen to the steady beat of the rain, combined with the soft rhythm of his heart, and feel your shoulders drop. Why do you have a crush on him, anyway? Is it because he's sweet and cute and cares about his squirrels? Or is it for other reasons, like something stupid? Like maybe you have a crush on him because of his height? No, that sounds ridiculous, and in fact, he even intimidated you when you first met him.

You yawn, and feel your eyes drop down slowly as King starts to stroke your hair again.

It's probably just because he's so sweet, even though the egos often treat him like an annoying unwanted dog. That's why you became his friend.. you know how that feels like.

As you start to drift off, King lets out a sigh, nuzzling into your hair again.

You remind him of a baby squirrel, and it's so cute, the way you nuzzle into him, always giving him affection so freely, because of how close the two of you are. It's nice, usually he's pushed away by everyone except Eric, but only when you aren't here.

"King.."

"Hm?"

"You.. okay?"

"Yeah, I feel calmer now."

"...Okay.." your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as you fight off sleep, "Can.. can I sleep here?"

"Of course."

"Okay, night."

"But it's day time."

"Shhhhh..." you put a finger to his lips, and giggle, before burrowing deeper into his cape, and closing your eyes.

The storm outside is a shush of raindrops, all whispering for the both of you to sleep as the tap a soft rhythm on the walls. The storm doesn't feel so scary anymore. It feels nice, like the rain is crying tears of joy on the world so it can be reborn.

You feel King run his fingers through your hair, and tuck your head under his neck, clutching you for warmth. You're so warm... and even he wants to sleep too, even though the flashes of light startle him, you make him feel safe.

Slowly, slowly.. his eyes start to grow heavy, and all he can think about is how warm and safe he feels, and how you smell.. like sweat and cinnamon, you always smell like cinnamon, with a little bit of vanilla...

King yawns, and you yawn in response. He clings to you tighter, and kisses your head. He fills full, his chest and body feel so light, almost like he's floating on a cloud. He listens to your breathing slow, becoming a whisper in the air, accompanied by the soft sounds of sleep. He smiles, and wraps his tail around you, flickering his brown ears on the top of his head, listening for any danger.

There isn't any.

It's just the both of you, softly holding onto each other for warmth, and surviving the storm. He never thought he could have anyone to comfort him before, but now, he has you.

With that thought, he feels everything slow, as he finally closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of the rain.

An: I tried my best to write present tense, and I’m actually quite proud! Sorry if the formatting is a bit weird, Tumblr is being wonky.

@matronofthevoid (sorry it took so long to post fam)

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[nachosforfree]

Sick

Dark woke up feeling like shit. His nose was stuffed up and he was coughing a lot. “You’re sick.” Google said as soon as Dark walked into the living room. “No, I’m not. I don’t get sick, Google.” Dark replied. Google’s eyes scanned him up and down, “Your body temperature is much higher than usual, and you have a high amount of mucus in your system.” “It’s rude to scan people without their permission Google.” Dark sniffed, “And I told you, I don’t get sick. There’s probably just a lot of dust in the air or something.” Google rolled his eyes, “Would you like me to call Dr. Iplier to do a check just in case?” “NO, Google!” Dark said, geting impatient, “I am NOT SICK!” Dark coughed, “So drop. It!” He huffed. Google stared at him with half lidded eyes for a moment. “You’re sure?” “YES, Google!” “Hmmm….‘kay.” Google leaned back in his seat. Dark was honestly surprised Google had dropped the subject just like that. He too sat back, “Good.” They sat in silence for a moment. “Would you like me to go to the store to buy cold medicine?” Google asked. “Goddammit.” Dark said, messaging his eyes. “Well?” Google said. “No, Google.” Dark said in an annoyed tone. Dark stood. “Are you going to get dressed?” Google asked. “Yes. Problem?” Dark said with a raised eyebrow. “You aren’t leaving this house today, Dark.” Google said, arms folded. “What?!” Dark growled. Google didn’t give Dark orders, Dark gave Google orders. “It’s recommended that you stay home and rest as to not make your sickness worse or spread it.” Google said. “Oh for the last time, I AM NOT SICK!” Dark shouted. “I will call Doc, and he’ll tell you that YOU ARE SICK!” Google shouted back. “Fucking fine!” Dark submitted, getting tired of their arguing. He stomped to his room. Google followed him, “who would you like to be in charge while you stay home?” There was a slight hinting tone in his voice. “Not Wilford.” Dark replied. Google grinned, “I’ll make sure he knows that.” “Don’t burn the building down today.” Dark said. “We’ll all be fine, don’t worry, Dark.” Google called as he left the room. “It isn’t you I’m worried about!” Dark called back. “Just stqy here and rest, you’ll get better in no time.” Google said. “Bye!” He shut the door. “Bye…” Dark grumbled to himself.

“Dark is sick, so I’m in charge today!” Google announced to the tables of egos. “Hey! Why the hell are YOU in charge?!” Wilford protested angrily. “Because, Wilfy, Dark specifically requested that YOU aren’t in charge.” Google said, grinning at the ego. Wilford looked enraged, “I want proof!” “Dark is sick?!” Dr. Iplier cut in, “I must go examine him to make sure that he is doing okay!” “Don’t worry, Doc, I did a scan of his health levels and I can show them to you as soon as you’d like.” Google told Dr. Iplier. The Host was muttering under his breath as usual. “I’m king of the Squirrels,” King said, leaning into the room. He then left. Wilford angrily grumbled under his breath. “Well, that’s all I really had to tell you all, so you’re dismissed.” Google said. All the egos except for Google and The Host left the room. Google sat in Dark’s normal seat, smiling to himself. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Host asked. “Yes, oh, yes I am, "Google said with a sigh, "Thank you, by the way.” “Any day I don’t have to listen to that insesant ringing is a fine day in my book.” Host said. “No author pun intended.” He added. “We should work together like this more often.” Google said. Host smiled, “Yes, we definetly should.”

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

KOTS headcannons

Loves Reece’s pieces (like they’re literally just peanut butter and for that reason I hate them, but you do you King.)

Is severely afraid of thunderstorms bc of all the squirrels he’s seen die because of them.

He’s also afraid of them because of one time where he almost drowned while trying to cross a river during one.

He was trying to cross to get to his family, but fell down from a tree and because he didn’t know how to swim, almost drowned.

BUT that doesn’t mean he hates rain entirely though, he actually likes it, especially during spring, because the showers are lighter and less dangerous.

He’s still afraid of thunder and lighting though, and always hides away when a heavy storm comes.

And because he lives in a house now, with a huge room, he keeps his squirrels in during heavy storms, especially the ones that happen during summer and winter, since they’re more dangerous. (Believe me, where I live it storms all the time, but summer and winter is the worst)

He’s also afraid of cats, dogs, big birds, woolves, bears and mountain lions. Because they eat squirrels.

He isn’t afraid of Chica though, because she hasn’t tried to chase him or any of his subjects.

He considers her a very special dog, and likes her a lot, even though he’s still cautious around her.

Super good at camping. Living in the woods for most of your life will do that to you.

He isn’t very good at reading or math, he was an excellent learner at first, but after a year or so reached a slump.

He doesn’t speak much, but is a surprisingly good speaker, since he’s a king.

He likes speaking squirrel better though, because it’s what he grew up with, and he often has to slow down when speaking English, because one: it’s a slow language and two: because it’s his second language, and he has to get the hang of it.

Sometimes will revert back to squirrel when he can’t remember and English word.

Asked Dark once (I’m squirrel) “Hey, what’s the human word for peanut?”

Dark didn’t understand at all

When King realized what he did he was so embarrassed

And like when he’s nervous, he’ll either freeze up or scream that he’s king of the squirrels (I know someone else has the hc too but I forgot..) also, he goes kind of feral when afraid, acting more animalistic, especially when he knows his friends or family is in danger.

He sleeps with a lot of stuffed animals, mostly squirrels, along with a lot of pillows and blankets.

He calls his bed his nest

Has little nests for injured squirrels, the elderly, and the youngins.

King is very affectionate

He loves nuzzling the cheeks of his friends and laying his head on their laps.

He’s kind of clingy to the few friends he has, because most of the egos look down on him due to his background

He’s good friends with Eric, the Jims, Yan, Bim And Dark

He loves his friends so much uwu

Also, he’s a big boi

Like very tall

Some days he’s taller than Wilford (bc that candy man constantly changes height depending on his mood.)

He’s also very strong

Kind of shows it off by randomly lifting up his friends and cuddling with them

If you’re his s/o expect a lot of fucking cuddles

Like he’s a little spoon and a big spoon

Sometimes he’ll just lay you on his chest and hug you while nuzzling your cheek

Sometimes he’ll just lay on top of you and cuddle you

Will groom you

Like just runs his fingers through your hair, he would lick you but that’s creepy (or at least that’s what the egos say)

He also gets you a lot of little trinkets and stuff

Like if he finds a shiny rock or a pretty flower, he gives it to you

And like, is he sees a little shirt or blanket or etc, and it reminds him of you, he’ll probably get it

Your bedroom becomes slowly filled with many, many stuffed animals and blankets so you can keep warm and cozy

When he first sleeps at your house, he’s all nervous and jittery, but gets used to it

He identifies people by smell or body language, and often associates certain smells with certain people.

And like, when he goes to your house ,he sniffs the air and realizes it smells a lot like you

During winter, he gets chubby, and often hides food and forgets about it till it stinks or till he remembers

He likes thanksgiving a lot bc of pecan pie

He does eat meat though

Like, when he was little, he learned to hunt by hiding in the trees and watching other animals do it (even though it was scary)

He started with bugs and moved upwards

Also learned to make fire by watching campers do it

So he’s very good at observing and collecting info, and can sometimes just sit silently for hours

But yeah he’s teeth are similar to a squirrels in the front, but he has sharper canines and stuff

Sometimes walks on all fours

Ummmmm

He’s surprisingly good at cooking

Adds peanut butter to almost every dish, or some variation of nuts

He’s just nuts for peanut butter (ba dum tss)

Also he wears his cape all the time bc it makes him feel safe

It has a lot of peanut butter stains, along with dirt stains and others

He walks barefoot a lot

And shirtless a lot, but whenever he wears a shirt, he wears a nice dress shirt bc Dark said he’s a king and has to dress to impress

Always cries when a new litter is born, and when one of the elders dies

He goes into a deep depression when his parents die, because even though they weren’t his “real” parents, and the time they raised him was short, he still loves them.

It takes Dark having a long talk with him to get him out of the room

Also, Dark and King have like a sort of dad and son relationship, since Dark tought king a lot of things.

They both respect each other a lot, even though Dark doesn’t show it much, he actually admires King for all the stuff he’s done

King is often a moderator of sorts with the egos, since he’s used to solving conflicts and seeing both sides (since he’s a king and all)

The egos respect him for that, because he has solved a many conflicts that could’ve ended in disaster

I have more I’ll probably add later

[cosmicalsleepy]

I love KOTS a lot but I barely draw him, I like to headcanon that he is Ed Edgar's son but he ran away from his home so that he doesn't get sold anywhere and went into the wilderness, renaming himself King Of The Squirrels.