Space Alien AU

You were part of a small group of humans sent out on a mission to populate an earth-like planet. Unfortunately your ship crashed, and fortunately you survived. Only one problem: the planet is already populated.

You’re still trying to figure out if its a good thing or not that the two aliens who found you (Sun and Moon) decided to… adopt you? Like a pet??

Maybe one day you’ll get the hang of the language.

Even though you can’t understand them, the gentle tone of love and adoration seem to saturate every lilting sound that comes from their mouths. It’s like silk to the ears, smooth and soft as their fingertips caressing across your naked skin while you try to figure out what’s being said between the duo. You can pick out a few familiar sounds, but its not enough to give them actual meaning; you’re left almost trembling beneath the two aliens’ fervent attention, hearing them speak to one another in a tongue so unlike anything you’d ever hear before.

It’s soft and almost rhythmic, an unending song of noises that followed a set of rules not unlike musical notation. You tried desperately to learn the patterns for the first several months after being saved from the wreckage, but it seemed almost incompatible with the noises that your tongue was even physically capable of making. It felt so clunky from your lips, so you only learned a few solid words, and any hope of trying to salvage a proper communicator old crash site wouldn’t-

Ah, the wreckage. The reminder makes your stomach twist up a little bit; humanity’s first true reach into deep space, and it manages to crash right into the planet that was supposed to be their new safe haven.

Supposed to be.

Turns out the chosen planet was already inhabited. By aliens. Very big, sexy, intelligent aliens who seemed as much surprised by you as you were of them. They were so far beyond anything that humans had been able to achieve — so much that, when the duo you came to know as Sun and Moon found you, it felt little unlike someone finding a sad stray cat and taking them home. They treated you almost like a pet for a while, offering you little plush toys and puzzles to play with, keeping you fed and thensome, but the language barrier was frustrating to get used to.

Even still, they found ways to communicate. A sharp click to get your attention, a gentle growl to settle your nerves, or even something as simple as a hand gently stroking the top of your head so that you knew they were there. There was a word they seemed to use for you often, though whether it’s a petname or simply the new name they’d given to you as their human is hard to figure out for certain. When you tried to figure out what it meant by parroting it back to them over and over, Sun finally pulled out a little picture book and pointed at the pages decorated with images of the night sky. He pointed at the soft flecks of yellow within the sea of navy blue. Stars? Starlight?

Evidently that’s what the name meant, the one they’d given to you.

It’s the name they keep whispering now, you all but cradled in Moon’s arms while Sun hunches over to see how his digit sinks inside your aching, dripping cunt. His fingers are big for more than one right now, though you’re already growing desperate to be stretched open.

Twinkle Twinkle (Little Star)

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Eclipse/GN!Reader

Summary:

You aren’t sure what it is about him—them?—that draws you in so close. Even when you should be working on chores or running errands on the few days of the week you have free time, you often find yourself with an excuse to stay home. In fact, you’ll find yourself gently trailing behind the animatronic like a lost duckling, usually without even meaning to.

It wasn’t as if they were a risk or danger to anything—no, you couldn’t even imagine them lifting a finger to hurt someone—but you just… felt safer around them.

Is it because you missed them?

Eclipse, as they began to call themselves, had expressed shock when you’d found them in the rubble of the Pizzaplex; but that shock was quickly overpowered by an intense sense of protectiveness and adoration as they grew used to living with you. Emotions that still have yet to wear off, so they don’t seem to mind you being so close all the time.

And you want to be close. So close.

Nightmares came often; dark terrors in the night in the shapes of figures you wanted to forget—mindless endoskeletons and red eyes piercing deep through the endless darkness of the underground facilities.

Places you don't want to remember.

Suffocating. You can’t breathe. Hands start grasping coldly at your limbs, your face, your shoulders. They pull and drag you deeper into the darkness while all you can do is lay frozen and silent, terror coursing through your body like stinging ice and—

You wake up.

The unknown hands on your shoulders are quickly revealed to be Eclipse’s own, gentle but firm; they had been shaking you, though for how long is a mystery.

“Starlight!” They exclaim so forcefully that the sound glitches through their voicebox, and the familiar nickname helps to drag your thoughts back to the present. “Are you okay? You were whimpering and crying and—and I wasn’t sure what to do!”

You blink, then swallow down hard over nothing but a dry tongue and a scream that had almost left your throat. Where...? Oh, you're home. Not there.

“I… I’m… okay…”

“No you aren’t,” Eclipse says sternly, and only then pulls your body over towards theirs, until you’re almost sitting in the bot’s lap. “Chronic nightmares can be a sign of underlying post-traumatic stress. Your heart rate is highly elevated and—and you’ve been having them every night since you saved us.” He tucks you up against his chest. "Please don't lie to us, starlight."

It’s their way of being concerned. Overprotective Sun, always hovering and hugging and holding—that reminder in itself helped to soothe some of your tense muscles. They are still Sun and Moon, just…. Different. It would be a while before their system could heal from the trauma they too endured, or... so you were told.

Eclipse is no larger than Sun or Moon, but they seem to dwarf you entirely, feeling like a mountain in comparison as they pull you tight to their body. While there are some spots of their chassis that need to be properly repaired, but Eclipse is largely fixed from state you'd discovered them in; a broken mess of exposed metal and wires, one optic fried and a total malfunction of Sun's rays and Moon's chromatic sensors. It may have taken all of your savings and a few favors to friends of friends, but they're in a much better state.

So when their fingers gently trail over your shoulder, the sensation of matte silicone over bare skin is almost ticklish. The touch continues down one of your arms, so feather-light and yet it is all your mind can anchor upon.

"Do...you want to go back to sleep?" they murmur, so soft that its as if they already don't want to disturb you.

You look up to meet the animatronic's gaze; warm as the day, peaceful as the night. "...Kinda, actually. It's..." the words are little more than a whisper, barely breaking into a tone. "Can I sleep here? Holding me?"

Eclipse smiles, and it's the cutest thing you've seen in a while. How someone who isn't even a human could look so earnest and sweet is beyond what you'd care to ponder about--but you don't get the opportunity, as they are quick to tilt their head to the side and ask ever so sweetly,

"Would you like us to help you fall asleep?"

You are the manager of the daycare (and Sun by extension). Some people think this means you don't care if he gets yelled at.

This assumption is wildly inaccurate, and you are not afraid to professionally threaten correct them.

You're in the middle of something important.

It's been clinging at your thoughts all day while you tried desperately to ignore it, but at some point it became impossible to deny the truth--technically, it had a higher priority than everything you decided to complete much earlier in the shift.

And unfortunately that leaves you stuck at your desk, staring down hard at the collection of intake forms and spreadsheets. You know it won't take more than half an hour, but that time would be some of the most horrible, boring, downright painful minutes of your life.

Could you push it off until tomorrow? Maybe Monday even?

No, you ultimately decide, the paperwork needed to be done. There was no point to pushing it back again--it still needed to be forwarded to the document filing team, then to human resources, and that would only end up making your job harder in the end since only then could you finalize everything.

By the time that you'd actually relegated yourself to sitting down and getting the work done, the day was nearly over with--parents were starting to come in and pick up their children.

Some were kids of employees that worked at the Pizzaplex itself; childcare cost was heavily discounted for workers of any department, so it was extremely convenient for many who simply didn't have any other options. They were also some of the sweetest kids you'd ever met, if only because they were very familiar with the daycare and its rules. Other children were simply dropped off because the guardians wanted some time to enjoy the facility themselves for a few hours or so. The process for checking a child out was the same regardless, and typically very painless after a parent knew to expect the process.

Normally you don't need to worry about assisting with child pickups. You had several employees that were expected to make sure the process was quick and smooth, though there was only two on the clock right now--a couple call-outs had left you with less people than you'd like on such a busy day, but the two working today were some of your best and longest-term employees. They handled plenty of crazier days, so you trusted them to keep things together when office work took precedence over smaller tasks that kept you visible and available even for the kids themselves.

So, one can imagine your utter surprise when the sound of disdained yelling suddenly echoes through the daycare. Not just a little yelling either; it's shrill, with enough intensity that it reaches all the way to your back office and that... that takes a lot. Enough that it immediately tugs at your instincts to investigate.