So uhm,, I've been following @bamsara and uh,, their art inspired me to write a little ficlet. Enjoy ya bastards. (Inspired by this post, and this post))
Dancing in the Dark
Moondrop has been officially allowed to interact with children for a few weeks now; he hasn't been.. fantastic at adjusting. He still is a bit hostile at points, but you’ve been assigned to keep an eye on him. Tonight, he seems particularly calm, setting all the children to bed as a calm lullaby plays over the speakers. You're sat in your chair at the security desk, checking off little tasks and verifying that Moon has been nice and put all the children to bed safely.
You hardly notice him approaching as he hums along to the tune over the speakers, his movements delicate and flowy like that of a ballerina. You only notice him when he grabs the tablet out of your hands.
"Hey- I was using that–" you don't get to say much more as he gently takes your hand and gracefully pulls you from your seat, stepping elegantly as he lifts your hand above your head, spinning you around in a gentle twirl, before pulling you close with one hand placed at the small of your back, and the other gently leading your arm with each step of the waltz.
You look up at him with confusion and delight, giggling a little to yourself. "What's gotten into you?" The dance is adorable and charming; it brings you back memories of dancing alone in your room, imagining someone leading your arm. Except this time, you aren't alone. Though you hardly expect the tether on his back to begin to lift you both into the air. Each graceful leap in the waltz growing longer and longer until your feet no longer touched the ground.
He holds you close against his body with remarkable strength, leading you further and further up, to dance together through the sky. Your belly lurches with each movement; you try your best to focus on his face instead of the ground far below you. His eyes are closed, and he looks peaceful. He's so effortlessly focused on the dance that it hardly feels like a dance at all, more like… flowing through a rhythm. Each step feels impossible to predict yet so easy to follow.
You feel an emotion flutter in your chest that you find difficult to describe. You’ve been friends up until this point, but perhaps.. There is something more to be had. Your cheeks heat up, as you dance closer and closer to the ceiling, your legs dangling beneath you. However, you trust Moon's grip, you know he won't drop you.
As the lullaby reaches it's end, Moon guides the dance to descend towards the little castle platform, your feet touching the ground as the final note in the song is struck.
You look up at him with burning cheeks and your head spinning from adrenaline. It feels like every sense is heightened, yet your head is cloudy with something. Leaving you short-sighted and only able to focus on the one in front of you.
"Moon, I-" he silences you with a finger to your lips.
"Hush."
His finger brushes away from your mouth, and his knuckles perch underneath your chin. He tilts your face up towards his ever leaning closer one. Barely a breath between you two. Your heart leaps into your throat, realizing his motive. Though, you have no thought to stop it. Why would you want to? Your eyes slip shut, and you lean forward ever so slightly. Your mind races with a thousand questions that you don't want to ask. Heart beating so fast that you feel it might explode, yet it feels right at home here. Inches away from Moon. Who, after months of dedicated time and patience, you finally trust.
The warm metal meets your nose first. You somehow expected it to be cold, but really thinking about it, he is a running machine. You must imagine he would generate some sort of warmth. Then the metal meets your lips.. and everything turns upside down. Fireworks of nerves turning up every hair on your body. Every inch of you sensitive and you can feel even the slightest twitch in your cheek, so wonderfully aware of every single sensation.
Your hand trembles softly in his grasp but you don't want to let go. So caught up in the feeling, the sensation, you don't realize when he starts to loosen his grip.
Disappointment sours in your stomach as he begins to pull away, the moment felt like it lasted an eternity yet still all too short. Your lips buzz from the contact, utterly begging for more, but your racing heart and anxiety plagued thoughts leave you frozen to the spot. All you can do is stare up at him, worried to find regret in his expression, but he's unreadable.
"I'm.. sorry.." Finally, he speaks, as he turns his face away from you, and you're snapped out of your frozen state. You reach up with your hand to softly touch his face plate.
"Its okay. I'm not upset. It… it was nice." He looks back at you with a guilted, yet relieved expression. Having not expected such.. acceptance. You want to kiss him again, but he hardly looks like he's up to another. You'll have to wait till another time. Let him initiate it again when he feels comfortable.
"It was nice." You reassure him once again while your thumb strokes his faceplate softly.
"...Okay." he cups your hand against his face before slowly pulling it away by your wrist. "I'll take you back down now."
"Okay." You nod with understanding. Moon wraps his arms around your torso, before hooking his arm beneath your knees and stepping off the edge of the platform to gently bring you back to the security desk. Gliding downward like an angel. You momentarily label yourself as cliché for thinking of it that way, but hey-- you already feel like a dumb highschooler who got their first kiss so might as well indulge, right?
He places you down in front of the desk as he starts to rise up towards the ceiling again. You can’t just let him go, not yet.
"Hey, Moon?"
"Hm?" He stops, looking back down at you, with a mildly anxious expression.
"I love you."
He flusters and tugs the night cap over his eyes a little, muttering something to himself about your dumb face before replying, "yeah… me too."
He didn't know, but it pulled his lips into a soft smile, something he hadn't done before. A soft and fletting feeling bloomed over his chest. It was something so light and lovely, something he didn't even know could exist.
He immidiately stilled.
That lovely something fluttering away from the coldness that caused him to still.
For a moment he pulled at the feeling, turning it over his chest as if he were studying a peice of beautiful linen. That feeling. It was warm, lovely and faintly fimiliar.
"S-say. . . Say that again . . ."
. . .
Even with George by his side he felt lonely.
Who wouldn't when their beloved couldn't even remember you?
He felt lonely as he spoke to the husk of his George. That man wasn't his George, his George was full of life and smiles, bloomming and glowing at the edges.
His George didn't miss Dream. His George didn't want Dream by his side.
He mindlessly spoke, in a desprate act to bring him back. He was on his last string of hope . . . so when George reracted to him. To His words.
He dared himself to hope a little.
(THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE MOTIVIATION TO WRITE HERE TAKE THIS!)
YES FUNDY.
HOPE!
YOUR BABY IS STILL THERE.. OH BY THE HEAVENS ABOVE! FUNDY, HE RECONIZES YOU! HE DOES TRULY DO! DON’T GIVE UP... NOT EVEN FOR A MINUTE.. BECAUSE YOU KNOW FOR A FACT, GEORGE WOULDN’T GIVE UP ON YOU!!!
!! tell me abt your diy blorbos!! (there’s four ecxclamation point so tell me about two :))
AKFKAJ diy blorbo yes that's the perfect thing to call them. I'll just tell you about my two boys who are best friends with homoerotic tension between them
Kirk
He's around 26, is mixed, and grew up in a Hispanic household. He's got two older brothers and an older sister, but he never really knew his brother's and only remembers his sister faintly since she's like 10 years older than him and moved out pretty early in his life. He never was good in school and was always a trouble maker. He never knew his mom and hardly spent time at home because of his dad (physically abusive). So in his childhood he spent most of his time at Jake's house. He also developed an addiction to alcohol and cigarettes at an early age.
He didn't graduate highschool and needed work.. its really hard to find work as an adult when you don't have a highschool diploma so with a few connections, he quickly became a drug mule, and after a few years of that, ascended the ranks and joined the underground mafia of his city. He actually became right hand man of the don despite annoying the shit out of him but that's another story for another day.
Jake
Around the same age as Kirk, they met in middleschool and became fast friends. A real 'boys will be boys' sort of friendship, doing stupid things in the woods, playing video games together, and making lame sex jokes is mostly how they spent their time (and kind of still is). Jake was born into a first generation Russian family (his dad was running from the Russian mafia), and he's got a really big family. All brothers older than him and one sister younger than him. He's also very tall, 6'10". Kirk is 6'4".
Jake always wanted to be a detective, a private investigator. His childhood heros were Colombo, Sherlock Holmes, and (he'll never admit this) Nancy Drew. So he went to college for it, but... one drunken night of fooling around led him to play chicken on a freeway. He lost his leg below the knee, and uses a prosthetic now to walk.
That really affected his mental health and he became severely depressed, and dropped out of his degree. Kirk wasn't really around for those few years after the accident, despite Kirk actually being present for the actual incident in which Jake lost his leg, and Jake still resents him for that.
But being out of money, out of a degree, Jake needed help, and Kirk offered him a job with the mafia. It wasn't his first choice, but it was good money, and it's what he's been doing.
Now there's certainly waaay more than just that to them, but those are their basic backstories!! Also Jake has had a crush on Kirk since highschool but I didn't know where to fit that in.
did I not learn from my 1 creepy pasta fanart? if I make any fanart I will get so much attention for that post and that post alone, and people STILL won't look at my OCs.
seems you've started a harem of yer own. Whats everyones occupations/hobbies? Issac/Ethan are alternates of Kirk/Andrew, for why? how are they such? do the others have such alternates?
Well uhm-
*coughs in non age-appropriate occupations*
I think of the more normal professions, both Ethan and Andrew are programmers, but Ethan more so makes video games while Andrew is focused on digital security. Elliot owns his own library of books, along with being a lighthouse watch.
Hobbies
They do have- some good hobbies... they aren't entirely irredeemable. Andrew, Jake, Kirk, and Ethan all like to play video games. (*I go into more depth under the cut)
Michael is a total health nut, and most of his hobbies just include staying in shape, dieting, working out.. all that bullshit. He's pretty weird.
Isaac doesn't really have time for hobbies with his jobs, (he has two, neither I feel like mentioning), but if he ever gets the chance, he'd really like to just sit down and watch a fluffy anime.
Alternate Versions
Andrew and Kirk are boyfriends, which the 'switch' of their alternate versions. Kind of like how Altertale is pivoted around the soriel ship?? Anyway- to make it clearer, Kirk -> Ethan, and Andrew -> Isaac.
Kirk is naturally very outgoing and quite.. flirtatious- So Isaac has his extroverted personality while still technically being a version of Andrew.
Andrew is quite shy and reserved, which leaves Ethan to be relatively the same. Unlike Kirk, he doesn't really care to maintain his body as well, so he's a bit chubbier and his hair is longer. But hey- more to love, right?
They still both maintain their origin stories, (tragic tales of bullying and abuse for both sides), but how Isaac and Ethan deal with their past is what makes them different from Kirk and Andrew. But thats a whole 'nother post...
As for others with alternate versions, there is a version of Jake that comes from Isaac and Ethan's universe, but he's not switched with anyone specifically, he just dealt with the loss of his leg differently. He managed to finish college and become a private investigator. Kirk and Andrew's Jake wasn't so equipped to achieve that dream..
Hobbies continued
Jake more so likes slower paced games when he's alone, but likes to play more intense shooters when he's with friends. His favorites are mostly Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Stardew Valley, and even Subnautica.
Kirk likes intense shooters, but he only really finds them interesting if they have a compelling story. His favorites are DOOM, Halo, and Bioshock! But he sometimes plays minecraft just to fuck with Jake and prank him a lot.
Andrew really likes platformers, or more 8 bit styled games. His favorite game by far is hollow knight. But he also plays a lot of Don't Starve, and on occasion he loves to dive into the newest indie games on the market.
Ethan plays a lot of strategy and RPG games. He plays the Elder Scrolls online probably the most, along with any one of the Final Fantasy games despite not knowing the plot. But every now and then he goes into a phase of playing World of Warcraft for a week straight and then forgetting about it again for months.
