Modern Monsters

Rey the Moth

Female Reader x Nonbinary Monster

In your backyard, you constructed a large fire pit. You gathered river stones and built the piece yourself, stone by stone all by hand. It's something you take great pride in, you use it often too, building a cozy nook around it that you use when there is a chill in the air. You bundle up before it with snacks and a book, the crackle as soothing as a babbling brook.

One evening as you're curled up by the fire you hear a fluttering. Looking around you don't see anything so you return to your reading. You hear the flutter again and you look to the fence that divides your lawn with your neighbor's. The fluttering seems to be coming from their side.

You've never really met that neighbor before. They seemed to always be away. In fact, their house had been empty for the past few days now. They had left, taking their pets with them. You go back to reading by the fluttering continues. You get up and go to the fence, peeking through the crack. You see something big struggling in their lawn, tangled in what looks like Christmas lights. You then hear whimpering, whatever it was sounded in pain.

"Are you alright?" You call out.

You hear a soft gasp.

"Are you hurt?" You call again. You find a ladder and you use it to climb to the top of the fence to look down. You see a large moth wrapped and tangled in the Christmas lights. It looks distraught and terrified. You climb down the ladder and run around the building, hoping the gate that goes into their backyard. You help untangle the terrified moth and see its wing has been torn.

"You poor thing," you coax it, trying to calm it down.

One of their four hands clings to yours. They bring your palm to its face, rubbing it around against its soft fluff.

"It's ok," you murmur to it. You help it back to your house, sitting it down so you can tend to its wounds. It has a couple cuts and scrapes and you're able to patch up its wings a little, but you're not sure you've done it right.

The moth clings to it, it's all soft pink and yellow, it's fluffy feels so luxurious and soft. It nuzzles to you, holding on to you and it continues to shiver.

"Hey, you're fine," you chuckle, hugging it. "No need to be scared anymore."

It looks at you with big eyes, blinking them slowly it kisses your cheek. You blush and smile at it, petting the top of its head.

"Are you hungry?" You ask it. You stand up and it follows you into the kitchen. They stand over you, watching you as you slice some fruit. Their antenna twitch back and forth and they dip down to sniff at you.

You hold the plate up to them. "Is this good?"

They take a bite of apple and nibble at it. Their eyes smile and they take the plate from you. They sit down, munching to their heart's content on the fruit. You watch them, seeing them fidget. The holes on their wings must be uncomfortable. You stroke the top of their head and they make a happy little sound in their chest.

Before they're done, they offer you the last bits of fruit on the plate. You smile and shake your head. "No, those were for you, go ahead and finish them all."

They fluff up and happily munch on the remaining bits.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" You ask.

Their antenna sink and they look away.

You sigh. "I guess with your wings like that it must be hard to fly. If you need somewhere to rest you can stay here."

They wrap their arms around you, tackling to you to the floor and nuzzling you all over. You laugh as their antenna tickle you. They sit back up, allowing you to catch your breath. They nuzzle to your cheek.