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Can I. Perhaps. Possibly. Maybe. Request Lampert x Reader headcanons. If you're okay with it. If not it's fine. Don't worry about it.
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☀ - Lampert is bad at this. Ok hold up let me rephrase that for everyone, he's bad at this but self aware on how awkward he's about to get with you. The guy who only really hangs around ROKEA and doesn't get out at all is met with an absolute sweetheart to be his partner? Tell him that he was dreaming, because that was more believable than this.
💡 - Make sure your hands are clean before any hand holding activities are to be held, if he's really in the mindset to do that sort of thing with you anyway. While you don't press about it, you do try and make sure that you're both close enough for the other one, but not so much to where he might get a bit... Jumpy.
⌚ - Adding on to the previous thing, that's not to say he doesn't love to Hold your hand! Far from it, he just prefers that those germs don't mutate into something much more unsavory. When he deems that you're in a good spot, the metal of his palm wraps around the flesh of your hand, it's surprisingly warm to the touch.
🛋 - Those gushy little pet names aren't particularly too frequent when it comes with Lampert, but that's mostly from an inexperience in dating to know what to call you. If he doesn't say your name, he'll do the more well-known ones such as dear, dearest, love, and others in a similar vein. "Come on dear... I'm busy." Lampert smiles at you, the air suddenly feeling just a bit softer.
🛏 - Dates can be mostly found in the alternating sections of ROKEA, going from the kitchen section and cooking together, or to the bedroom area and feeling the different textures of blankets and covers. While those aren't the only spots you two visit, it is the most enjoyed by Lampert, sometimes there's little secrets he sets up for you.
⚡ - "Look over here." The drowning voice of your beloved pointed in the direction of two little seal plushies, both cozied up together and nestled in a loving embrace. You didn't remember that the last time you ran through the Bed sector, although you didn't fail to notice how Lampert didn't meet your gaze fully when you chimed in on how cute that was.
☀ - Whenever he gets onto the elevator, you try and have a decent stockpile of tickets to spend on different floors. Fishy Aquarium, Totally Bananas Arcade, Button Competition, and others are some of his more liked ones, but his favorite (that isn't ROKEA of course) is DW Museum. The paintings really speak to him as of late, so you queue it up more often than most.
💡 - His lightbulb does get brighter if you happen to make him embarrassed / flustered, don't take his word for it tat you don't because you 100% do. It actually happens more off of mundane things than large extravagant situations, although those do have an effect on him as well, just less of an outburst than what you'd think.
⌚ - "Quit doing that, it's unnerving." Lampert mutters out as he rearranged some placements for tables, your eyes on him and mentioning about how nice he is to you. Maybe it was the complements that were starting to shake him up, or your eyes that never faltered on his form, but either way the bulb underneath his lampshade started to grow brighter and brighter from it all.
🛋 - All in all said previously, Lampert doesn't mind hand holding, hugging though? Oh my gosh you may need to wait a real long while before he even gets to that point, let alone will allow you to place a kiss to his lampshade!?! Maybe you should just stay with gift giving and such to show him how much you care, but that's not to discredit the work he's been trying for this too.
🛏 - You like to ask about the little intricacies that make Lampert... Well himself really. The wheels that he skids around with, you both have gotten into playful races around corridors of ROKEA, or the plug tail he has that you could swear it might wag when there's an ounce of excitement to be held. All the little things you've noticed about him that makes you lore him more.
⚡ - In all his electricity filled form, the thing that Lampert is most surprised on his that it could be given love in the mix of it too. The depth of care you provide, even when it may feel like simple every day things is tremendous, to the point where he may just have you near him so things can get done quicker from your presence alone.
begging on my hands and knees lampert x robotics reader where something on lampert breaks and reader has to fix him... begging beg beg beg IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEESSS
hey so IM NOT DEAD!!! for my pookies im gonna start working on these... I swear.
☆⤍Lampert X Robotics Reader⤌☆
It was so very late when Lampert showed up at your doorstep, rapidly knocking and only stopping when you wrenched it open. If it had been anyone else—anyone but him—you’d have been tempted to slam it right back in their face; but oh, this might have been the most vulnerable you’d seen Lampert in a long time. And it just broke your heart.
His lampshade was crooked at an odd angle and his light kept flickering on and off and on. His tail flicked back and forth in the most agitated way. Even though the look on his face read like he was about ready to kill the next person who sneezed near him, the way he ever so slightly shook in your doorway betrayed him.
“Please—some idiot wasn’t watching where they were going and I got shoved—my light won’t. Stop. Flickering.” Each word dragged like it was painful, and it very well might be. Lampert had suffered from migraines in the past, and even though you were more well-versed in the robotics side of his being, surely a constantly flashing light wasn’t helping.
“Shit—well, get in here. Quick, on my workbench—” You stood out of Lampert’s way, rushing him in and clearing away whatever scrap project was left on your bench. Loud bangs and clattering sounds made Lampert wince, but you’d dwell on that and feel bad later; right now Lampert needed help and you’d be the one to do it. When he struggled to hop onto the bench, you reached out to help him. Grabbing Lampert just above his hips, you lifted him up before turning to grab a few tools. “What exactly feels wrong? Is it your wiring? The connections?”
The silence that followed was deafening, and you worried something had seriously gone wrong. If only you had turned around to see the way Lampert was looking at you—he had almost forgotten the predicament he was in. Standing in an old top and shorts, clearly you had been up late working on something, with tools scattered everywhere. How nice it would be to spend the day helping you clean and find a better way to keep the space tidy.
All of a sudden you were standing in front of him, your face full of worry, holding a pair of smoldering tweezers and a screwdriver. “Fuck, Lampert, are you ok? You went so quiet and—”
“I’m fine. I—I know it’s the wiring. Just at the base of my neck.” He tilted up the lampshade ever so slightly, letting you see the flickering lightbulb underneath; undamaged, thank god. A few wires strayed at the base of his neck, one snapped entirely. It must have caught on his lampshade when he was shoved. Every so often a spark of electricity—the very energy that powered Lampert’s being—jumped from the exposed wire.
“Yeah… I see it. Just… okay, I’m gonna need another bit of wire so I can re-twist and extend…” You had crept so unbelievably close to him, Lampert was almost grateful for the irritating flickering of the light. It hid the way his face flushed with embarrassment at how nice it felt having you practically on top of him.
You pulled back with a sigh, rummaging through a few bins and containers. “Got a color preference?” you asked, lightly chuckling as you held up a few different wires.
“Red.” Red would be fine, Lampert thought. Anything would be fine as long as it was from you. He trusted so few as much as he trusted you in this moment.
You set aside the other wires, gently twisting the copper so it would blend just right with Lampert’s. You gave a small, awkward cough, gesturing to his lampshade again. “Just lift it a little so I can see… and make sure your, um, light is off while I do this.”
“Right, right—don’t electrocute yourself, please.”
“Zero promises!” A small, breathy laugh escaped you as you leaned over Lampert, his ‘head’ tilted back to give you a better view of the wiring. Your hands quickly found their way onto the one exposed wire… slowly and ever so gently you twisted and braided the copper together. It was an art, and you took the utmost care to make it beautiful. Just like the man underneath you at the moment.
It was an easy fix, and normally Lampert would have been annoyed he hadn’t handled it himself—but the way your hands felt on the wiring, how your body pressed so close to his, was distracting in the most comforting way. He could feel the circuit close, the flickering stop, and the lights finally shut off. What a relief it was. He sighed softly, a wave of calm washing over him. Calm, and exhaustion. Like he could finally rest after being in constant motion for what seemed like hours. You panicked when he practically slumped forward, murmuring, “Thank you, dear—thank you.”
You laughed, so happy you were able to help, happy to have Lampert here with you. You gently patted his back, still smiling, before slowly pulling back to look into his ever-so-tired eyes. “What do you think about staying the night? I just washed all my bedsheets so—”
the text at the top of your vision appeared like always, saying the same thing every time.
"Find Lampert!"
the task itself wasn't daunting. quite simple, in fact. you just weren't really in the mood to see him right now.
you took a few steps off the Regretevator into the knockoff Ikea, halfheartedly making an attempt to find the individual in question. it wouldnt be all that hard to NOT find him, in the endless aisles of furniture. a part of you wished that he wouldn't be found. it would save you the trouble of seeing him. unfortunately, one of the other passengers on the elevator found Lampert, and you sighed as the supernatural force teleported you back to the Regretevator.
red ball temple. as everyone rushed out of the elevator, you stayed. not to say you were bad, per se, but you were bad at this obby in particular. you stood awkwardly in the corner, hoping not to be seen or heard by the lamp person. you found your arms wrapping around your body to be most comfortable. you started to daze off, letting yourself get hypnotized by the music of the temple.
"are you all right?"
a quiet voice broke your stupor. Lampert was looking at you.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just tired,"
"..m'kay. you know you can...get off...right?"
you stared at him for a second, trying to find the intent behind his words. they seemed genuine, if not plain blunt.
"i'm aware. But I need to keep going. i dont really know when my floor is gonna show up," you responded.
"huh. what floor are you looking for?" Lampert shifted to face you, arms relaxing on the railing behind him.
"Eh, any floor with Mach. HALL OF, WALL OF, so on. I've been staying with her and Pilby for a bit," you explained, "but i gotta question for you,"
"what's up?"
"don't those railings have unholy amounts of germs on them?"
watching him panic was almost like a comedy. he yelped and started wiping his arms down aggressively. you bit back a chuckle. Lampert was quite an interesting fellow. too bad this was the very thing that kept you away from him. you averted your eyes as he continued his futile wipedown. ever since you first saw him, he always sparked your interest. a walking, talking lamp? truly a spectacle! as you got to know him, the more you wanted to know. and somehow you found yourself adoring this wonderful being, wanting to get closer. the only problem being he was deathly terrified of germs. so, you stood, and watched respectfully from a distance.
it was heartbreaking. at least to you.
a few people returned from the temple, with most being flattened by the large Red Ball that guarded it. you chatted away with some of the survivors as the floors changed. the Regretevator dinged, and the doors opened to HALL OF. most of the others in the elevator groaned, but you were relieved. Mach taught you how to do this one easily anyway.
As you stepped out to the fiery walkway, you didn't notice the eyes watching you. you didn't notice the slight frown on his face, didn't see the tickets clamped gently in his fist. and as you dashed to escape the incinerator, you certainly didn't hear the small whisper that he hoped to see you again.
summary - Lampert has a circuitry problem. You help him. You're both normal about it.
wc - 3.2k
misc - crossposted from ao3 , ignore how ooc this is i was very tired and didn't want to check the wiki a bunch ..
“You want me to what?”
If you were any less shell-shocked, you probably could’ve come up with a better response. A ‘Oh, could you run that by me one more time, my dearest of dear friends?’ or ‘Would you mind repeating that? I just need to make certain I heard you right,’ was the next thing on your tongue, for sure.
“Listen, you don’t have to if you don’t want to– I can figure it out, find someone else to. I just figured I should ask and see if you’d be willing before I looked somewhere else and-” Lampert started to ramble, making vague gestures with his hands as his words all stumbled over one another in their rush to get out.
“Dude, just gimmie a second,” you cut them off, half-muffled behind the hands trying to rub some coherency into you, “I never said no, I just … wasn’t really expecting that.” ‘Wasn’t really,’ was an overstatement. Maybe even more than an overstatement, more like a huge-massive-hyper-statement, in your opinion. This was about the last thing you’d expected Lampert to be asking for at the early hours of your shift. There was no, ‘Where’s your replacement cables?’ or ‘When was the last time you guys dusted?’ Sure, you didn’t hate some surprises on your shift, it kept the day interesting, after all, but this was an entirely different kind of surprise.
“I mean, like,” you started hesitantly, only now dropping your hands back to the counter with averted eyes, “I could give it a try but, I’m not really an electrician or anything. I mean, I know how to fix some stuff but I don’t really work on uh …” You made a fluttery, trailing motion with your hand.
“Sentient light-fixtures?”
“Yeah. Yeah that’s uh, that’s a little out of my usual work.”
“I assumed as much, but it’s not like I’m just gonna tell you to ‘figure it out,’ and have you dig around in me,” Lampert laughed, some short little exhale that tugged at your heartstrings. You were surprised he was being so lighthearted about this, but you were also surprised he’d asked you in the first place, so maybe you were just thoroughly mistaken on your assesment of your friend.
You stammered for a few moments, struggling to find the words. Part of you wanted to just throw caution to the wind, to say yes. You might not be a surgeon, but you’re also a lot more familiar with electrical parts than you are organs. Another part of you said throwing caution to the wind when ‘caution’ was ‘I don’t want to destroy my friend’s body,’ was a very stupid thing to be thinking. “I get that, I just … Do you really trust me with this, man?” Your hands were digging into your head now, physically holding yourself together.
He paused for a moment at that, taking a breath. While, normally, this sort of hesitation would be enough for you to instantly call it off, you knew to give it a little longer. Well-spoken as he was, you’d talked with Lampert long enough to know that converting genuine, sincere thoughts to words could be hard for him.
“I’d say so, yeah,” he’d shrugged, hand coming up to fidget with his pull switch, “I’ve known you for … however long now, and it’s not like you’re a total newbie to this sort of thing.”
You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes unfocusing as you thought this over one more time. On one hand, you wanted to help your friend out and you knew you’d bend over backwards for him. On the other, you really weren’t sure you wanted to risk pulling the wrong wire the wrong way and frying him. You’d spared him a glance, meeting his awaiting gaze for only a few seconds. You knew you could say no, that he’d assure you it was fine and then find someone else. The problem was, you didn’t really want to tell him no. A sigh scratched its way out of your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Ok.”
“Really?” He’d perked up at your response, chain left swinging as he let go of it in surprise.
“Yeah, I’ll give it a go,” you muttered, “But you have to promise me you’ll help me out, I usually don’t have to worry about hurting people’s radios or anything.”
“Yeah! Of course, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, Lampert smiling to himself while you worked on clearing your head. You still weren’t totally sure about this, anxiety weighing heavy on your back, but you wanted to try. It’d save him some time and energy (and money, probably), and it’d give you an excuse to hang out with him for a while. You were lucky nobody had come in while you two were talking, you weren’t sure you’d be able to differentiate a one and a one hundred dollar bill in your daze. The dim overhead lighting kept buzzing and an incoherent ad played over the store radio.
You’d watched in silence as Lampert stuck a finger out to trace over part of the countertop, leaving a fingerprint behind in the dust. He grimaced.
“You really touched your face after putting your hands on this?-”
“Oh my god dude I do not get paid to clean this place.”
This suddenly felt like your first time ever stepping foot into your own apartment. Your space felt barren, like someone had been slowly robbing you for the past decade until all you had was their leftover blankets and pillows. You’d done your best to make a comfortable enough mattress out of your sheets, but it still felt like you’d just thrown Lampert onto a pile of rocks and told him to get comfy.
“Fuck, umm … I might have some more blankets under my bed or something,” you thought aloud, worrying the inside of your lip between your canines while trying to catalog every forgotten shirt or notebook you’d crammed under your bedframe.
You had your back turned to Lampert, who quietly watched you devolve into a pacing mess on the floor. Truthfully, he stopped feeling the hardwood about 15 minutes ago, but never found a good spot to interject with that info.
“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” he hummed, watching for the slightest of shifts in the tension of your shoulders. You’d never been bad on the eyes, but this seemed to be a particularly ethereal look on you, despite the way you’d slowly gotten more disheveled and still had yet to get out of your work uniform. He couldn’t really tell what it was, he’d been over to your apartment enough you’d told him where you kept your spare key, and he’d seen you in your uniform just about every day in all states of distress.
You finally shot him a look over your shoulder, frantic gaze meeting his own relaxed one before darting away again. Your shoulders lowered a little, fidgeting in place for a few moments before you’d finally turned around to face him.
“You sure there’s nothing I can get you? It’s no trouble,” You’d asked for the third time, grabbing at the back of your neck.
“Well, you could maybe help me with this wire thing I’ve got going on, I might’ve told you about it before.”
That’d gotten a short laugh out of you, more an exhale with a brief, flashed grin than anything. “Yeah, alright, man.” Despite the snark, you’d kneeled down by his side, hands sitting by your side. “So how do I uhh …”
“Oh! Let me just …” Lampert mumbles, unbuttoning his shirt to open himself up. Instinctively, you’d turned away, busying your eyes on some uneven paint on the wall. You knew there wasn’t any real reason to be shy, there wasn’t exactly anything there, but it felt more polite to do than not. You wondered if you should’ve put music on, the thudding of your heart in your ears was starting to feel migraine inducing. No, it probably would’ve been distracting, it was for the better you didn’t. Probably.
You waited for a few more moments of shuffling, “Alright, this should work fine.”
You’d looked back at him then, already scripting some conversation that ended up going unwritten and unspoken once you’d processed the scene. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, technically speaking, but it carried a different weight here. The light from across the room barely glinted off the collage of wires neatly lining his insides, a sea of blacks and greys in his chest. You could make out parts of a metal framework, only a little more complex than a skeleton, interestingly enough. You supposed it made sense, given his relatively humanoid body. It allowed his skin to move freely in some places, more akin to the way yours would in the soft of your forarm or the curve of your stomach. Something like a chestplate, the outermost layers of his torso were sitting beside him, resting delicately on his discarded shirt. Whoever made him should be proud.
“You ok?” Lampert suddenly spoke up, concern clear in his voice.
“OH,” you started, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, got a little lost in thought.”
“You sure? It’s ok if you changed your mind, I know it’s a little weird,” he’d reassured, struggling on the last few words. Admittedly, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, this wasn’t fear of something going wrong, but more about how you felt about all of this. Sure, he didn’t have any reason to believe you saw him as some freak of nature, but something was nagging him to cover back up. It felt vulnerable in an entirely different way to show you everything like this, to be so unforgettably other to you.
You shook your head, reaching out to rest your hands on him. He tensed up at the touch, freezing to watch for your next move. “Nah, I’m all good, promise, but uh … I don’t really see the issue. Everything looks pretty well kept.”
“Oh, yeah, the top part should be fine,” Lampert explained as he pointed to the topmost layer of wires, feeling more relaxed with the near clinical conversation, “I’m usually able to handle tidying everything back up every now and then just fine. It’s just that I’ve got this knot at the very back I can’t get to.”
You made a little noise at that, staring down at his chest with thought. While you were busy making a mental map of how to go about this, he took the opportunity to study his surroundings a little more. He’d been here plenty of times, but something always seemed to be added or moved around every time he came over. Usually, it wasn’t anything huge, and if it was you tended to make it a point of conversation, playing it up like a grand unveiling. The changes all felt natural, a physical show of changing times. You had a few photos along the wall, mostly of some of your friends you’d introduced him to before.
He can’t quite remember how you’d roped him into it, but he had a feeling you made some kind of bet or favor. That tended to be the case. He does, however, remember a lot of the night after that. Namely, he remembers you making some sweeping, grand gesture with your hands when you introduced him, like you’d just thrown a grade-A celebrity in front of your friends. He remembers one of your friends telling him it was nice to meet the guy you’d been talking about so much, fully sincere in their words. He remembers ending up sleeping on your couch, too tired to walk back home that night, while you took to sleeping on the floor right beside it, insisting it was just like a sleepover. He also remembers almost stepping on you in the morning, but that’s neither here nor there.
He can’t help the smile that crawls onto his face at the memory, all the stupid little things you’d done for him that night and the dumb jokes you made that got snickers out of him without fail. Something flutters in his chest, hands readjusting idly on his lap with some spark of pent up energy.
“Lampert.”
He snaps to attention at that, head whipping over to look at you. You’re fixing him with some odd, wide-eyed stare, lips set in a thin line.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Dude, you cannot just go all still and quiet on me like that. I was so sure I like, ripped something.”
“Wh- I was smiling! Why would I be smiling if I was hurt?”
“I don’t know!” You retorted, hands giving a stifled jerk in his chest, carefully carded through the wires. If it weren’t for not wanting to really rip something this time, you would’ve thrown your hands up in the air to really show him what exasperated looked like, he was sure of it. “Maybe you just got stuck like that?”
“’Maybe I just got stuck like-’ Oh, whatever. I’m fine, thank you for checking in,” Lampert sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. You just stuck your tongue out in response. He felt a little more aware of what was actually going on in the present, now, able to pick out the feeling of your fingers gently pushing cord after cord aside. His ability to feel things was significantly less expansive than yours was, but he could feel the dull warmth of your skin brushing up against cold metal, a foggy pressure on his frame.
He envied your heightened sensitivity at times, how you’d differentiate velvet from satin or comment on how soft something was. You’d try describing it to him sometimes, usually devolving into incoherent, if not poetic, rambles that went nowhere and left him with a very abstract idea of how silk felt. Some night where you’d both been out of it and desperate for some connection to someone, you’d traced his skin and called it smooth, and then you’d carefully touched the side of his head and said it reminded you of linen. He could understand smooth, could imagine how the visual translated to the physical, but linen was different. You’d stumbled your words for a few moments, starting and restarting multiple times over. Eventually you said linen usually felt scratchy, but got softer over time. Part of him wanted to feel insulted about the ‘scratchy’ bit, ignoring the connotations he knew from how you used it to describe texture that it usually wasn’t pleasant, but he couldn’t find the irritation at the time. He was too tired, too busy thinking about why you included how linen got softer with time, too busy thinking about how that related to him, what you were trying to tell him. In the end, he was mostly just too tired, and ended up falling asleep and forgetting about it in the morning.
He could feel you digging deeper into him now, leaning further over him to better reach without putting too much strain on other wires.
“Tell me if I’m pushing too hard,” you murmur, carefully parting the layers of copper and plastic to look for the tangled wires. “Mm, actually, can you hold that for a sec? I think I need a flashlight.”
“Oh, yeah,” Lampert hummed in response, quickly replacing your hands in himself. It was an odd angle, putting a little more strain on his arms than comfortable. As he’d moved to replace your hands, he’d brushed them briefly, registering that warmth again. He couldn’t tell what your skin felt like, if it was rough and scratchy or smooth and soft, but he could uniquely identify just how hot your hands felt against his.
It was the one sense he seemed to trump you in, given how your perception of it was limited to your body temperature. You’d be burning something awful and he’d have to tell you to lay back down, since, according to your temperature sensitivity, you were perfectly average. It made sense, you’d often make jokes about not knowing how he didn’t feel too hot whenever his light was on too long, referencing how you’d burned yourself on a light when you were younger. In the moment though, he was usually too baffled by how you’d managed such an injury to think about it. You’d complain sometimes about your hands being cold in the winter, tucking them into the sides of your neck for warmth, but he rarely ever picked up on it. Though, in fairness, you’d usually jolt in surprise when you felt how cold his hands were after being outside, a clear result of metal’s ambient temperature. No matter what you thought, you always seemed to be radiating heat, and he’d always be leeching off of it while you two sat together for some bad hallmark movie.
“There!” You blurted out, finally locating the bundle of wires bunched together among the ocean of identical strings. “It doesn’t look that bad, actually. Shouldn’t take me long,” you hummed, more to yourself than anything. You set your flashlight aside, leaning closer to his body to get a better handle on him.
As you started to delicately pry every last cable apart from one another, Lampert turned to studying you again. There was a light a little ways behind your head, leaving your face obscured in a shadow while it cast a halo around your form. He imagined you were probably fixing him with some intent look, tongue partway sticking out to focus on the knot, the same way you tended to whenever you handled someone else’s electronics. He didn’t stick around for too long whenever you were working, it didn’t look great for you if you were talking to someone for too long on your shift, so he tended to dip out after a minute or two. Sometimes, though, he’d end up talking to you about something he’d seen walking around that day while you were fixing something up. He admired how careful you could be with things as fragile as decades old circuitboards and crumbling watches, how much effort you put into making sure things didn’t get damaged any further.
That was probably part of why he’d asked you to help him with this, you were by all means technically skilled, no doubt about it. But maybe he also chose to ask you because he trusted you, beyond your skill. Asked you because he knew, on some intrinsic level, that you were someone who he could rely on. He’d done it in plenty of other regards, trusted you in moments where everything felt so disjointed and nonsensical like you were the only logical thing in the world. Without asking, you’d offered him friendship and understanding at every turn, given him a shoulder to lean on before he’d ever mentioned needing one. You’d given him your heart, and, in some way, he’d given you his.
The cables slipped back into place, the dull, constant aching in his back finally receding. You were grinning, pulling back out of his vision with some comment on how you’d been expecting worse. He hummed in response, not entirely hearing what you said, still lost in his thoughts. He followed you blearily as you got up, stretching your arms far over your head, starting into a conversation about if he wanted to do anything else while he was here, offering up a few suggestions that he didn’t catch. His hands found their place on his lap again, readjusting twice before he felt settled enough to answer.
IDK IF YOU GOT A SIMILAR REQUEST YET AND IK THIS IS BASIC BUT MAY I REQUEST LAMPERT X MOTH!READER? 🥺🥺🥺🥺
“I’ll stay a little while longer…”
Lampert x Moth!Reader
Lampert can’t seem to get you to leave him alone, no matter how hard he tries shaking you off you always seem to come back once again. What will he do when he simply can’t get you to let go?
OR
You stumble upon Lampert, and now you follow him where ever he goes. Bro is so done w/ you already
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- Lampert orginally comes across you when he entered the elevator on his designated floor; 3008, a floor built to resemble the inside of ROKEA and the exact floor you took great pleasure in. The amount of space originally had you wary of the floor, unsure of its seemingly endless existence, but soon enough you learned to love it.
- Especially after you stumbled across it once, and the lights seemingly when out.
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The doors to the elevator open with a quick swoosh, and reveal the contents behind being the floor 3008. You have stumbled across this floor many times before, always given the same task: “Find Lampert” an individual you were incredibly interested in, yet never once met before. While given only a small preview of them, you shortly learned it would be far harder to actually achieve the task. He seemingly blended into the background, almost like he was hiding from people. Your fellow Travelers seem to have run off already, why did everyone always leave as soon as a floor came up, what is the rush??
Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of a loud…switch? Before you can process the dangers it could have, the lights promptly turn off making the place nearly pitch black. Confusion wraps around you in circles clearly defined with the expression you hold, and how your antennas shoot upwards. You practically go numb once you notice the light shining from the lamps nearby, it felt warm and comforting. You move towards the lamp closest to you, and reach your hand towards the light.
Only for it to suddenly start moving. You panic and stumble backwards a bit at the sudden movement it made, but it said nothing to you and ran off into the elevator. What. You’re soon teleported back into the elevator, and feel an arm land on your shoulder.
“Dude thanks! Lampert is almost impossible to find during blackouts, and me and my friend really wanted him on board!” A random traveler smiled warmly at you gently squeezing your shoulder, their fingers slightly touching your wings. When they lift their hand off your shoulder they notice the dust that seems to have spread from your wings to their skin. They look at you weirdly before shuffling away from you and seemingly dismissing you before you can respond.
You feel slightly embarrassed, or maybe just a little annoyed at them randomly touching your wings, even if accidental. Either way you brush it off, it’s not the end of the world, and turn your attention to this Lampert fellow. Now that you notice him he does resemble a Lamp, no scratch that, he literally is a lamp! How intriguing, but it would be rather rude to random ask about his existence. Obviously you need to make friends with him first, then you can be weird!
“Hai! I’m [REDACTED], your Lampert correct?”
“…yeah, it’s nice to meet you.” They look at your presence, seemingly expressing shock at your…appearance? before quickly giving you a small smile. Okay, nothing special, after all it’s not everyday you stumble across a talking humanoid moth, no reason to hold grudges against him, yet.
“Awesome!”
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- Sees you share some common personality with K@$pe7(who..?) 1nf3ct3d, making him definitely tolerate you more then he would with most people.
- He does seem interested in your wings, wondering if you can fly with them, but probably doesn’t let his curiosity get the better of him.
- He’s always slightly worried about the ‘dust’ on your wings getting on him, unsure how easily it will get off or if it will act almost like glitter. God he hates glitter.
- ALRIGHT enough yapping let’s get to the fun part;
- The elevator has begun to slow down, most of your passengers and travelers having left to wind down for the day. You had planned to take a rest as well, and it just so happened you were accompanied by Lampert as well.
You kinda forgot about the fact Lampert can simply light up like a…well Y’know lamp.
- You only remember it once the lights had randomly shut down, indicating a power outage most likely.
- Until a sudden source of light comes from one of the corners, while you moths preferred other colors over a yellow hue, it was better than nothing.
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“Ughh..” you whisper under your breath, having difficulty adjusting to the sudden change in light. You grumble slightly finding it rather difficult to see compared to your fellow travelers.
Nearby you hear a click before a light comes on, not the elevator, but rather a the source coming from one of the corners in the elevator. You find yourself moving towards it before you can even process your movements, and eventually find yourself directly in front of it. You feel rather distorted having trouble understanding even what it was you were looking at.
“Um…are you okay…?” A worried and confused voice randomly asks you, slightly startling you with how close in proximity it was.
You stumble backwards slightly, shaking your head causing your antennas to swish desperately attempting to keep up with your head. Your wings fluttering slightly in a swift motion, but you still respond to Lampert with the best of your ability.
“Urm, yes, yeah I should be fine…” you reluctantly answer, finally getting use to the random black out. Only now noticing the lights had already turned on once more, you swear this elevators out to get you with how many times it’s harmed you.
You wince slightly recalling the time you had your wings trapped in the doors until they released them on the next floor. You had remembered panicking, and had it not been for a nearby traveler who saw your struggle, you most certainly would have damaged your wings with the amount of pressure you were putting on them.
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- Lampert def is confused, but mainly worried about what you were doing. He’s never really seen many…well biotic beings until he had started partaking in ‘Regretevator’ as others called it.
- I imagine he’d try to get you to calm down, then leave as soon as you seem partially calm.
- Now let’s say this is a repeating occurrence, he’d definitely get more comfortable with dealing with you, resulting in a friendship forming due to this odd looping cycle.
- Overall he gets more closer too you because of your rather odd yet interesting nature.
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Extra random stuffz;
- You definitely have accidentally followed Lampert to his base on more than on becuase he forgot to turn off his lightbulb
- Let’s say you can fly with your wings, and Lampert stumbles upon you flying, he’d probably be really scared as to how your flying. But he’ll be concerned for your safety too
- Yeah you can’t fly with him around anymore, sad. ;P
- Extremely worried about how hygienic you are, especially considering the cost of ‘dirt’ on your wings.
- Probably had you keep them shut closed, or puts them in a plastic bag… (yknow those plastic bags people wear on their shoes/clothes to avoid getting wet on water rides and stuff? Yeh smth like thst but for your wings.)
- Very reluctant on willingly letting you enter his base on floor 3008, but if you show you can be practical a ghost and not touch anything then he MIGHT consider it.
- If you annoy him he will refuse to turn on his lamp around you. It’s been a big fight? All of a sudden ALL the lamps in 3008 have seemingly been unplugged or turned off.
- probably one of those guys to freak out over small insects (in this case à moth) and telling you to kill/remove them, and you just stare there mortified at what he just asked you too do.
- Ends up having too gift you something to make up for his rather ‘rude’ behavior towards the situation.
-Overall, y’all just a silly pair with one of y’all being extremely clingy and the other not knowing how too respond.
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A/N; tried adding some moth related troubles (lmao idk wut 2 call it) but erm yeh. ALSO THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PAIR??? If I ever make a moth Oc for Regretevator Ik who ima ship them with >:3
No joke I had to do some research bout moths cuz apparently I know nothing bout them…apparently moths have difficulty when it comes to adjusting their eyes? (Takes them like 30 minutes to get night vision and vis versa) the more u know ig??
Anyways I kinda was balling it with this request so it’s probably ooc UmU
Last Regretevator request! All the rest will be Forsaken!! :3
Requests might be opened soon who knows >:3
SIDE NOTE I THOUGHT U SAID MANNEQUIN MARK 4 SOME REASON AND I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS LAMPERT UNTIL I HAD LIKE 1/3 OF THE ONESHOT DONE 😭
hi hello!!!! can I request Lampert or 007n7 with a reader who likes teasing him?
“You’re Rather…annoying?”
Lampert x Teasing!Reader
Lampert has always been known to be rather blunt when it comes to his opinion, but what if he finds it difficult to even understand his feelings?
OR; Lampert is a clueless idiot when it comes to romance lmao
A/N; I really tired researching more in depth about his personality, but oml this man harder to read then ancient text on a cave . So I ended up doing more short form, sorry D;
Also IDK HOW TO WRITE TEASING IF IT WASNT OBVI
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- Lampert originally meets you after one of your fellow players had found him on his designated floor; 3008, he would say he decided to enter the elevator because he was interested in exploring new places. However, now he slightly feels unfortunate with his decision, having realized how… well… dirty everything was!
-You took great excitement with the idea of a new visitor you could meet, after all it wasn’t everyday someone different decided to join you and your fellow travelers in the Regretevator
- Initially you created a rather mutual relationship between him, or rather the best you could with him. You showed no interest in his germaphobic nature, always finding a way to work around it.
-Then you started testing the waters, seeing what stuck and what he would shut down immediately
-When you once said, “Cya, Lampert!”
- Now became, “Bye, Lampert! Maybe next time you could stay longer!”
- Lampert was confused, and rather unsure how to approach your sudden friendliness. He chalked it off to you simply enjoying him company more.
- Then you got slightly more… bold, with him. Soon the normal send offs before he left became far more courageous (??)
- Now it became; “Bye Lampert, I’ll miss you…!”
-The shift definitely was obvious, but he couldn’t figure out what it meant and why.
- I imagine Lampert would start to avoid interacting with you, being unsure how to approach your sudden change
- In turn you’d most likely get even more ‘weird’ in his eyes
- If your behavior still doesn’t change he’ll consider discussing your current…situation… with someone like Wallter or a friend
- With how often you seem to be around him though it’s quite hard for him to discuss it in private.
- Now this next part is depending on how far you ‘tease’ him;
- If you take your teasing to a physical level he’ll definitely shut it down immediately, complaining about how unsanitary it is
- If it’s mainly just jokingly harassing poking fun at him, then he’ll probably just begin to ignore you if he gets annoyed
- I think Lampert is definitely someone who needs to register you as a friend/lover before he tolerates your behavior
- If you know him more on a personal level and he knows you’re simply joking then he’ll probably take it a little bit before he begins to bully tease you lightly as well.
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OVERALL;
- unsure how to respond 2 u, but will eventually -as the relationship progresses- reply with a similar attitude
- Will definitely set strict limits to how far you can poke at him, anything physical is a no go immediately
- in total, will follow your lead depending on the situation. If you’re being serious about something he’ll enter a very sincere and honest conversation.
- y’all being lighthearted? Immediately turns into a 180, refuses to give up with out-flirting you.
Safe to say one of you guys are going to end up embarrassing and flustered, otherwise you’d never stop.
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A/n; It was definitely a trouble w/ this one, but I hope you enjoyed! Kinda regretting not choosing 7n7 cuz OML why is Lampert such a confusing character 2 write 4. (If y’all reading this ima let y’all in on a secret, I have 2 two time requests, 1 Lampert request, and a 1x4 request remaining sooo yeh. I kinda wanted to balance it out so not everything was forsaken, but wtvvv lolz)
Ty 4 being patient while I focused on smth important in my life! As a reward I’ve decided 2 post this early! Since I was originally planning to post it Monday! <3
