Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

Batteries

You were oblivious to the creak of the door as it opened. You were ignorant of the ruby orbs illuminating the darkness. You were unaware of the snow being tracked into your house. Hell, you were unaware that it was snowing at all. Most importantly, you did not know that there was an intruder in your home. You only became aware of this issue when the aforementioned placed a soft hand on your cheek. The action caused you to scream rather loudly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" You yelled at the perpetrator, scrambling to turn on the lamp in the corner. If you were going to have to fight a robber or call the police, you might as well as well see what you were up against. This, however, was no robber. As soon as your eyes landed on the shaggy being, your heart raced for a different reason. He was back. "I-it's you?" you asked, not believing what was in front of your eyes.

Mothman, who had cowered away upon hearing you shout, shot up with excitement. His eyes glowed a cheerful red and his antennae stood tall on his head. He gave a delighted chirp, flapping his wings with joy.

Slowly, you approached the cryptid, feeling the corners of your lips curl up in a grin. "So I'm not crazy, huh?" Mothman shook his head and chirped. You noticed that he was covered in a light dusting of snow and couldn't help but to giggle. It was kind of cute. "So, what brings you here? Actually, let's back up a bit, how did you get it."

He simply pointed an antenna towards the door and the other to the keys you had abandoned.

"Right. I probably forgot to lock it. Shit happens. Anyway, why are you here?"

This answer took a little bit longer. The creature nervously fluttered his wings, knocking a few throw pillows off of your couch in the process. He gave a hum of apology and picked them back up. They were now covered in dust. Succeeding some more stalling and intensified humming, Mothman finally responded. From within his folds of fur, he unraveled a string of ghost lights. You had given him those lights when he first visited. They were the very reason he even stopped in the first place. Though when he showed them to you, they were not illuminated.

"Oh," you breathed, a frown taking over your face, "did they stop working?" He gave you a sad nod in return. "Luckily, I think they just need new batteries. Uh, follow me. Just try not to knock anything over." In your head, you felt that you were going crazy. Mothman, though he had been a visitor in the past, was in your home and begging you to fix something that you, personally, had given him. If that wasn't insane, you had no idea what was. Perhaps this was some sort of recurring fever dream you were having. Looking over at his elated expression, however, put those thought on the backburner. Even if this was just a figment of your imagination, you wouldn't miss the chance to bring joy to the gentle creature.

It only took a few minutes to locate new batteries and replace the old ones, but Mothman impatiently buzzed around you. You'll admit, it was a bit annoying, but you were too tired to care. Once you were finished, you handed the cryptid his toy back with a smile. "That should do it." You flipped the switch and the ghosts lit up immediately, along with the moth's face. He let out a series of happy chirps and hums, fluttering his wings with glee as he draped the lights around his shoulders. Before you had time to process what was happening next, he had pulled you into a horribly soft rug. Like seriously, this dude could be a blanket. Out of instinct, though, you had to pull had to pull away.

His antennae drooped and the fire burning in his eyes died down. There was a series of apologetic hums and shy flaps of his wings. He looked like a scolded puppy, and you could not take the guilt. "I'm sorry, big guy, I just wasn't expecting that." Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his large frame. "Give me a warning next time, okay?" You buried your head in his thick fur, feeling each hum as it vibrated through his chest.

You felt no malice from this strange being, which was probably why you allowed yourself to be lulled to sleep in his arms. That and the combination of softness and sleep deprivation. Either way, you were too tired to process the fact that he had picked you up and carried you back to the couch from where he had discovered you. In addition to that, you had no idea that he located a blanket and laid it over you. There were a lot of things that you failed to notice that night, but one was considerably more important that the others. You did not know that he found himself a blanket and hunkered down for the night.