Male mothman x male reader (very light nsfw)
This is a thank you for the truly lovely @severedreamerbeard , who was promised this back in August at least, and who helped me when I was in a bit of a pickle.
Here’s a fluffy, childhood-friends-to-lovers, fleeting angst and finishing fluff story for you. I hope it’s a suitable thank you for your kindness and patience.
“Come on, come on, come on!” you chanted, grinning as you watched Elis scurry up the stairs into the echoing station lobby, a small overnight bag in one hand and his trademark, dark red scarf dangling from the other. Seeing him without it on made him look half-dressed, somehow, and your cheeks heated unexpectedly.
Panting, with his papery wings fluttering awkwardly behind him, he drew to a halt in front of you. His delicate antennae swivelled back to lie almost flat against the soft, silvery grey of his fuzzy head, and he looked like a scolded puppy despite his enormous size.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I got held up because Mrs. Franklin next door somehow locked herself and her four cats out, so I had to go to the building manager to get the spare key before the cats ran off, but I couldn’t find him for ages —”
“Elis, it’s fine,” you smiled, patting the mothfolk’s furry shoulder. “I was kidding, and I have to confess… I told you to meet here earlier than necessary…”
“Oh,” he said, and then huffed a self-effacing laugh and raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, scarf trailing from his fingertips and wafting in the breeze. He only had two fingers and one thumb on each hand, and while the rest of his downy fur was a creamy silver, his hands were coal black, with smooth palms and a very fine fuzz on the backs. “Guess you know me pretty well after all these years,” he added.
His gorgeous, wood-moth wings stretched a fraction as he sighed, and you caught a glimpse of the stunning misty brown patterns for just a moment. You could easily lose yourself in tracing those for hours, given the chance.
“So… where are we going?” he asked for the hundredth time as you led him through the clangour of the central station’s ticket hall and then on towards one of the underpasses to a more distant platform.
“Still a surprise, buddy,” you grinned, poking him in the chest with a finger. “C’mon. I can’t wait to see your face when you find out.”
He buzzed his wings in fleeting annoyance at your stubborn refusal, but remained quiet.
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