(this is an AU where the glamrocks are not animatronics and are also older teens! And also anthro characters!)

You hadn’t expected to find someone like Monty when you moved to Louisiana. He was the loud, sharp-toothed swamp boy, the bass player everyone knew, the one people whispered about. Somehow, though, you ended up slipping past all that. First as friends, then after months of late nights, laughter, and learning each other you found yourselves together.

Now you were in his world, the Bayou wrapped around you like a living thing. His home wasn’t just his, but his family’s, and they had welcomed you without hesitation. His parents treated you as though you’d been around forever, his cousins teased you like siblings, and his little brothers and sisters clung to you the way only kids who adore you do. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged.

That morning, you were wrapped up in Monty’s space. His room was dim, sunlight slipping through the curtains in soft, golden streaks that painted across the two of you. He was still asleep behind you, one muscled arm snug around your waist, his long snout nestled against the back of your neck. His scales were cool from the night, and the way he tucked himself closer like he was trying to borrow your warmth was unexpectedly gentle for someone with his reputation.

You were awake, though, listening to the quiet of the house, the distant murmur of the bayou outside, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.