My FNAF Imagines

Cold Hands, Warm Heart - Moon

(Asked on tumblr)
5tr4wb3rryc4k3 asked:
HII! if your requests are still open I was curious if you could do lil head cannons for Roxy, Monty, and moondrop with a feminine (or gender neutral of you're more comfortable with that!) s/o who's hands are always cold but their(the s/o) love language is physical touch? ofcofc if you don't have time//don't write for those characters I understand completely, no worries! :)

TW: none
adult, gender-neutral reader!
974 words

- holding hands with your animatronic lover is always fun, though their hands being cold can be a little disadvantage to that. screw it, you love them too much to let go. ♡

Moon has always loved the way you fit into his hold. He loved how you leaned into his touch, how you whined softly whenever he stopped touching you for a second. He loved how you and him fit together like two lost puzzle pieces, only to find each other again. He felt like he was made only to make you happy, and it was a responsibility he took up with pride.

That was how you and him were at the moment - you were curled up in his arms, shivering slightly under Moon's touch. Moon had taken you to his bedroom, above the nursery of the daycare. Thanks to the recent upgrade that separated him and Sun, looking after the Daycare became much easier for them. Sun would be able to look after the rambunctious and energetic children, while Moon took the tired children for nap time. After that glitch while him and Sun were still in one body, it caused the children to be terrified of them. They were both extremely glad to be separated and to gain the children's trust again.

As there was no one sleeping in the nursery, Moon was spending his free time talking to you, Sun's helper. He had noticed that you were acting a little differently than usual, the way your forehead was slicked with sweat and how you stuttered with every response you gave him. After a quick scan, it was revealed that you had a fever. A baby fever, nothing to worry about but it was something that both Moon and Sun agreed that you needed rest. Keeping up with Sunny in the daytime was not easy, after all.

You were thankful for Moon being made of metal in this moment. His cool exterior against your warm skin made you sigh in content, relaxing against him immediately. You were so busy with looking after others, that you forgot to look after yourself.

His bedroom was extremely different to Sun's, no surprise there. Sun had a mattress on the floor, but it was covered in so many plushies that he never bothered to pull the mattress out. However, Moon's room was surprisingly similar to a bedroom you would find in IKEA, where there was simply a bed, a workspace and a cabinet to store items and clothes. It was just that the room was in his signature navy blue, along with glow in the dark stickers littered along the ceiling to resemble stars. On the vacant walls, Moon stuck photos of you, him and Sun, alongside drawings that the children had made for him.

"Is it too cold, my planet? Do you want me to increase the temperature?" Moon asks worriedly. You groan and clutch at him tighter, effectively trapping him in your grasp. "No, Moony. You're cold, I like that.." You protested sleepily.

You heard the soft crackle from his voicebox, his version of a chuckle. Through the bleariness of your vision, you see his faceplate spin with amusement. He moves closer than he already was, pressing his faceplate on your forehead. The coolness was just what you needed.

"Hush, now my dear. It's bed time.." He begins to hum, a soft lullaby version of the Daycare theme. "But the kids-" You begin, only to be cut off with a finger on your lips. "You don't want to get the kids sick, do you?" Moon asks. You shook your head, regretting that instantly as the dull throb from your headache returns. You winced and groaned softly, only for Moon to move his hand from your lips to the back of your head, massaging the throbbing area.

"Good, now go to sleep. You can play with them tomorrow, but let me take care of you for now.." Compared to Sun's loud and energetic voice, Moon's voice was smooth and silky - just what you needed to pull you deeper into the land of dreams.

As you drifted off in his arms, you felt Moon shift to press where his lips would be onto your forehead (you could tell, due to the small rectangles that were also softly pressing into your skin; his teeth) in a small kiss. Moon pulls his handmade knitted blanket over your body as gently as he could, before slipping out of his bed.

Just as he was about to open his door, it swung open, revealing Sun. He held a tray, a bowl of porridge and a bottle of water on it. He peered past Moon and into his mirror image's room, seeing you fast asleep on Moon's bed. "Are they okay?" Sun attempted to whisper. Though it was much softer than his normal booming tone, his voice was still loud.

They both watched in alarm as you shifted in your sleep, only for you to snuggle the Moon plushie that was next to your head. Moon sighed in relief. He grabbed the tray from Sun's hands and left it on the nightstand and rushed out the door. He glared at Sun, "You're still too loud, Sunny."

Sun slumped slightly. Had you been there, you knew he would he pouting, if he could, that is. "Sorry, Moony. Just wanted to make sure that our planet is okay," He apologised sheepishly. Moon waved a hand dismissively as he and Sun began walking back down the stairs to the Daycare.

A small line of children sat at the bottom of the stairs, instantly perking up when seeing the two jester animatronics. "Mr. Moon, will you be putting us to sleep?" A child asked, as they sleepily rubbed their eyes. Moon chuckled and picked up the child, guiding the children into the nursery. "Yes, yes. Come now,"

Sun watched delightedly as his mirror image looked after the children. Sun knew Moon always had it in him, the ability to be good with children.