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1. NO NSFW

I cannot do any not safe for work fics, though, I can/will do suggestive jokes, light gore, and things that ARENT OF SEXUAL NATURE THAT ARE STILL ROMANTIC!!

2. I will not do darkahips

Com ships are fine, but I will not do rabid animal without a consciousness x human, alive x literally dead, real people fics, incest, or harmful paraphillia

3. Feel free to request for ocs and yumeships

Unless I specifically state I have a Nonsharing f/o on my main acc ( @stixypix )

4. Main fandoms I can write for!!

Block tales

A Monster In Paris

Jack And The Cuckoo Clock Heart

The Book of Life

Animal Hospital

JSaB

Wandersong

Pressure (ROBLOX)

Cult of The Lamb

Deltarune

Undertale (no frisk they're like 5)

Undertale AUs

Madoka Mágica (but no suggestive stuff it's all fluff with the minors)

I might write for your fandom if I know it! Just ask comment!!

- THE BIGGEST GENTLEMAN EVER. He will accommodate for everything you need, he holds the door for you, he kisses your hands gently!!!

- he buys you flowers weekly and/or gives you the ones he gets at shows because he loves the smell and wants to associate it with you

- would do literally anything for you. You want an outfit? Food? More cuddles? He's on it!! You will never want for anything with this man because when you even mention liking something it is in your room in a box with the most heartfelt letter you've ever read by the end of his next show

- you are getting so much affection when you go to sleep/wake up with him. He kisses your forehead when you inevitably fall asleep and he nuzzles against you a whole lot because he wants you to feel him there constantly and prove that he'd never do anything to you when you're venerable.

- very insecure still about being a monster in someone's eyes and still gets night terrors about Maynot. When he does, he immediately runs to you for comfort.

- he has the biggest puppy dog eyes and uses them to his advantage to make you take care of yourself. Don't wanna brush your teeth? He's staring at you like you will die.

- half the love songs in the cabaret are about you and he makes Lucille let EVERYONE know how wonderful you are to him!

- Huma and sings your favorite songs when you're sad or distressed in an effort to calm you down because he knows you like his voice

It was a cold, rainy night in Paris, one where you and Lucille, your sister, were performing in front of a larger crowd than usual. Something that made this particular display of your talents nerve-racking was the soon to be Mayor, Mr. Maynot, observing the act from the best seat in the house. The two of you sang through it all flawlessly and the mayor-to-be was impressed with the whole performance.

Later that night after the show, Lucille and you were in your shared dress up room taking off your makeup and accessories, when you heard something pull on your doorbell handle. Going to investigate, you and your sister are met with a tall person who had their face obscured by a red scarf and a black chapeaux. The man nodded as you kindly let him in, and after hesitating for a while, uncovered his face. You and Lucille had been mistaken, having just accidentally invited in the monster on the newspaper reported to have terrorized children and elderly people alike.

Lucille almost shoved him outside then and there, but you grabbed her hands and pleaded with her, saying "Lucille, he may seem scary, but has he done anything to harm us besides showing himself?" She sighed and responded "No, but if he ever acts up, I'm reporting him to the police myself and making you watch. He, if this thing could even be named or gendered, will stay with you in your room tonight." You nodded, thanking her as you took the currently unnamed monster to your room.

As the monster entered your room, crouching through the entrance, you smiled and asked "Do you have a name, monsieur?" The monster solemnly shook his head before his eyes lit up, pointing at you, then himself. "You want me to name you?" You ask, receiving an eager nod from the seven foot tall flea in your room in response.

Over the span of half an hour, you and the monster kept going over and rejecting name ideas for him until one finally stuck, Francœur, meaning Honest Heart in French. He liked that name very much, a spark lighting in his eyes the first time he heard it from you. Was that spark from the name or the way you'd said it, not even he knew.

Over the span of a few weeks, you, francœur, Lucille, and the people who had accidentally created the flea had become good friends, You and Francœur now having split the room in two and only getting fonder of each other, both insisting you were "just friends." This didn't stop the news from calling him a monster, though. Once word got around of who was guarding Francœur, Maynot was immediately on your trail.

He had came banging at the door at two in the morning. Lucille came to the door, only to be met with the barrel of a normal sized gun, held by the fattest ugliest candidate for mayor she'd ever seen. However , You had let the other members of the police force know that your flea friend was a total sweetheart, and shortly after Maynot started interrogating Lucille, his assistant got behind him and arrested him for premeditated murder, yay!

Speaking of the assistant, a few days later everyone was invited to a ball hosted by him, the new mayor now. Who was accompanying him? Lucille's another! Lucille, You, and, Emile all had tickets with the ability to bring a plus one on them. Obviously Lucille and Raul went together, and Emile brought Maud. Not wanting to leave anyone out (and having developed a little crush), you brought Francœur! During the event, a slow song came on, and he offered you his hand as if asking to dance. You took it, and danced for hours with him, to the point even Lucille was surprised at your endurance.

From then on, Francœur had gotten a lot more affectionate with you , trusting you completely since you'd saved him from a cold or painful death out in the streets of Paris. On the second anniversary you'd known him, in 1912, he knocked on your room door and held out a big bouquet to you. You almost cried by the sincerity of his actions, and knowing he meant what he implied, you nodded, letting him know you loved him.