Moonlight Submission
Submitted by @truckfreaks!! A ficlet for moonlight aaaah!!!! I love the portrayal of both Sunlight and Sans in here!!! Give it a read its lovely (♥ω♥ ) Love your writing style!!
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i mentioned the other day i had a lil ficlet of an idea, thanks again for being open for submissions :D
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“…Waning?”
You racked your brain for a moment, wondering where you’d heard the word. It sounded familiar enough. Suddenly, a memory plays in your head…
That’s right. It was during a phase where you had been particularly enamored with Greece. So many curious human minds fighting to make sense of the world around them, and stars, how close they’d gotten! As often as you could, you’d trickle into the sophists’ studies with the early morning, quietly listening from the floor until Sun called you home. Being a daughter of the cosmos, you always delighted in entertaining their theories about gods, the stars, the planets -
The planets. Ah. That’s why it sounded familiar.
“yes, starlight. waning,” spoke a decidedly exhausted voice from the shadows behind the bars in front of you. You knew that voice by now, but you’d never heard him sound quite this… defeated.
How many times had you made this trip now? Although the God of the Moon terrified you in ways you didn’t understand, he intrigued you in ways you understood even less. Here he was, an ancient, powerful, downright dangerous force of nature, and yet… despite his obvious strength, his restraints rendered him inert. You think you might pity him more than anything, the way his magic crackles and trills in the air around you at the sight of a damned bun cake.
Clearly, you thought, he was suffering in here. And with ample reason. But this - this waning, it was different.
“I remember,” you begin cautiously, “hearing the old astronomy teachers of Earth discussing your phases.”
A humorless laugh huffed from behind the bars, punctuated by the tinkling of shackles. “i know i’m not exactly a welcome topic of conversation amongst your family, but have they really gone so far as to scrub me entirely from your education? you had to hear about this from earth?”
It was true, you had to admit. Sun had all but forbade the topic outright, only mentioning that once there was a Moon God, and he is no longer welcome in their halls. Everything else was whispered rumors swapped amongst sisters like scandalous gossip, ghost stories, telephone secrets… and after all, isn’t that why you came here in the first place?
Besides, something was just different about him today. All of the bite and none of the teeth … not like the other times. You felt brave.
“I thought you were supposed to be convincing me that you’ve come around on this whole ‘hating the earth’ thing,” you drawled. “Or do you just welcome me back here because you like their cakes?”
From the shadow, a single skeletal digit, then two, then an entire hand, reached through the barrier to wrap gently around a pole of steel. You had barely been able to see him this entire time - he seemed content to accept your refusal to feed him this time, settling for rolling the small buns to him through the partition. But now, in this prison that seemed impossibly dark, yet darker than you’d ever seen it before, he pulled himself into view…
…And he looked awful.
Somehow paler, somehow more gaunt, somehow less imposing. The Moon God before you was not the one you’d first met so many revolutions ago. This one felt like a caricature. A joke. Even the crescent of a smile that played on his face, always on his face, felt forced. There was none of the sick, manic joy you’d seen when he tried to pull at you, when he licked you, all of the times he went out of his way to make you so damn uncomfortable.
When he spoke, it was like the rustle of dead leaves.
“neither. but you knew that.”
He leaned weakly against the wall, lit just well enough to accentuate the deep lines and grooves across his bony features. Why did it fill you with so much hurt to hear him like this? Before you could stop yourself, you felt your brow furrow, your feet moving forward, one step, then two, then he was aglow with the light of you and so much more … relaxed? Or maybe it was relief.
“Sans-“
“please,” he said, wincing at the name. “don’t do this now.”
“Do … what?” you asked. But you knew what he meant, didn’t you? Normally, at this range, you’d have instinctively reeled backward at his advance, imprisoned or not - a reactive behavior he loved to use to toy with you. This time, he was the one who recoiled.
All bite. No teeth.
You tried again. “… Is it like being sick? I mean, it’s a cycle, right? So you’ll be okay in a few days,” you offered.
“sick?” he spat back, recovering his normal demeanor quickly. The echo of his dragging chains filled the room as he brought himself up to his full height, face to the bars, hands clutching at the cool metal with a controlled grip. “there’s nothing wrong with me. see me, child. do i not look as i always have?”
His eyelights flared white hot, then faded, like he had focused on something far away.
“do i no longer terrify you?”
You stared back at him, baffled. “You never…” you began, but caught yourself. Don’t lie. You were afraid. But you wanted to understand.
“never?” he asked quietly, face softening when his eyelights sharpen enough to meet yours. They jump and flicker and trace your body until -
“i welcome you back here for no reason but your company, lux. i need no food. i need no shelter. i need no enrichment.”
His voice dropped to a whisper. “i need no forgiveness.”
He drew down so his face was level with yours, so small compared to the sheer size, the impossible geometry of him, and studied you reverently. It was the first time he’d looked at you with something other than some kind of hunger. You stared back, unblinking, while you raised one small hand against your better judgement.
He breathed imperceptibly when your fingers hovered over his, and you jumped when you felt the slightest tracing of bone against your palm. Your eyes dart to your hand, like this is the same damn thing all over again, like you made the same stupid mistake, but … nothing happened. He didn’t move. And despite every atom in your being screaming not to, you placed your hand on his.
“you’re so warm,” he said with an air of surprise and a rare, genuine smile. “that’s what makes you so different, you know. i see it now.”
He places another hand over yours, now clasped between his, and sinks down to the ground completely. You slowly sat yourself in front of him, still staring, still marveling at your own bravery - or foolishness.
“the new moon is cold. dark.” One digit traces softly at your wrist. “nothing at all like you.”
The light reflected in his face flared as you realized with heady embarrassment that you were positively flushed. The God of the Moon, this creature of rumor and disgrace and death, simply chuckled and grinned, reveling in the heat like a cat.
That was enough to bring you out your ridiculous reverie. “You seem fine to me,” you snap, taking your hand away and sitting back a little farther. Stars, you could still feel yourself burning.
His hands drew back to his sides as his massive form faded back into the dark. “you know, little one, i feel better already.”
Good, you think, gathering your things. I’ve had enough of being made a fool of for one day.
“but,” he added, his grin catching the flicker of your light, “i would really like it if you stayed just a bit longer. who knows what those fools on earth were teaching you. why not hear it from me?” Your eyes narrowed at him in stern disbelief.
“i’m serious. please,” he said a little too quickly. “stay.”
You weighed your options, until…
“… One lesson.”
You set your things back on the ground. Sighing, you lean forward until you’re laying on your stomach, your head in your hands. Just like you used to stretch across the floor of those old Grecian homes, listening to the sophists. His face lit up as you drew closer, his pitch sockets softened in the glow.
“i suppose i’d better make it a good one.”
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Okay sorry if this is weird lol but in your "the bodyguards should have been friends" post you mentioned a fix-it fic and I am very intrigued- Is there anything about it you want to talk about?
Yeah!! I have a lot I want to write about (even though I haven’t finished the show, I’m already brain rotted)
The Theerapanyakun boys dynamic is one thing I plan to change/mess around with.
They would be genuinely unstoppable if they teamed up, but their dads (derogatory) are hellbent on keeping them isolated and in survival mode
They are all incredibly emotionally unavailable as well (they got HELLA trauma)
There’s five of them and I think each combination would have really different interactions/bonds
Khun, Kinn, and Kim are pit again Vegas and Macau their entire lives (major vs minor family feud, Korn and Gun being SHIT DADS)
They’re hostile because that’s what they were taught.
My plan/outline has them going through really big emotional break throughs (they get put in Situations and are forced to Confront their issues)
And as a result they band together
I also just want them to have good family relationships cause they deserve it
They bodyguards get to be Friends
I get that they had certain relationships and dynamics because it helped drive the plot
But holy hell imagine how uncomfortable that workplace setting was
Like big and Ken specifically hated Porsche. He hates them too, but it was an incredibly unhelpful thing
They all had their own duos (arm-pol, big-ken, Porsche-Pete), but as a group they could’ve had an great dynamic
Especially since they work for the same guys!! They get how crazy the work they do is, and they all know how these guys behave
They don’t even have to be besties (they aren’t for most of my rewrite) but for the sake of working smoothly they need to at least be casual and comfortable
I’m making Big work through his little crush on Kinn too
he and Porsche get to discuss what it’s like pursuing Kinn. it is something they should talk about, Kinn is a shared aspect of their life and having that grudge of “my crush chose him, not me.” Is just soooo petty and not healthy
Also Ken isn’t the traitor because I like him, he’s funky
Porsche and Chay are Good Siblings
I hate how they kept each other in the dark about huge things in their life
I understand (both as a younger sibling and as an older sibling) wanting to protect your family and not see them hurt. But it’s part of life!! Stuff hurts and it happens
They have a pretty special dynamic, with Porsche basically raising Chay
I wish we could’ve seen them being close siblings more in the series, I love the little montages we got of them together
But I think it’s missing that key part of them being unabashedly Honest and Real
Especially since Porsche choosing to become a bodyguard impacted a lot of Chays life. The one constant and stable figure of his life disappeared overnight and he had no way of contacting him
Porchay was alone during one of the most vital times of his adolescence. Porsche was isolated during a big change in his
In the rewrite, I want them to be more open about what they’re experiencing
They’re also just more ‘sibling like’, they go to annoy each other for fun, they work together against people because they’re a team.
One specific scenario I’ve been thinking about is Chay seeking out his brother to just be with him. (The scenario I’ve been envisioning is Chay walking into Kinn and Porsches room just to stare at him, dance Gangnam Style, turn off the lights and leave. I want Kinn to be absolutely baffled and Porsche to be Just So Done)
They’re siblings!!! It’s so fun to bother your siblings
Korn and Gun DIE
Im the second biggest Korn-Anti (Kim is first)
They’re Bad Parents and Shit People
They tear people apart just for their benefit and I’m Over It
I want these mfs DEAD AND BURIED
Kim deserves to stand at his dads grave, talk shit and walk away
I want their kids to heal!!! They deserve to be happy, even if 3/5 of them are Gigantic Meanies
And some silly little details for fun!!
Porchay is a Kpop stan, I’m a Kpop stan so I’m projecting (he makes Porsche watch music videos with him and they learned a dance together once)
Porsche (pre-mafia) was involved in a variety of activities (street racing, dance battles, catering, modeled once or twice)
Porsche can do street dancing, learned when he was like 11 and it became his go to dance style
Porsche and Chay have matching tasers (Kuromi and My Melody respectively)
They bond over sad music (Olivia Rodrigo, Lana Del Ray, Taylor Swift and Mitski)
Chay likes Sanrio
Chay gets his own ‘stage name’ (its Serpent, he wanted a cool sounding one like Phoenix)
Macau shows up more, no particular reason I just miss him
Jom and Tem show up more towards the beginning (they’re Porsches ride or dies)
Big also speaks English (while Ken is Aussie, he’s got a bit of a English accent)
Kinn really likes snoopy (he has a snoopy blanket from Khun that he hides)
Khun makes the bodyguards (main 6) dress up as the sailor scouts at some point. They all fight over who gets to be Sailor Moon (Ken won and actually ate it up)
A lot more name calling and cursing, I’m talking fun ones!! Porsche calls Ken and big lots of names when they’re rivals. (‘Mean girls’, ‘Dick riders’, at one point ‘Jack and Jill’)
Kim is into lots of alt-rock, pop-punk, and alt-indie American bands
his music as WIK is nothing like any of that. It’s just Jeff saturs discography (in my mind I’m mixing in other solo artists, mainly eric nam and RM) [i have a lot of brain rot regarding music]
Kinn is a LOSER (/pos, affectionate) he deserves it
The bodyguards get drunk together and make a tier list on which Theerapanyakun boy is the most likely to get canceled and why (ignoring mafia activities) [i might make this a post later lmao]
While they’re getting drunk Porsche falls and eats shit, big loses it and cries from laughing (that’s their little break through moment in their friendship)
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