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Sparks and Oil
Mechanic!Reader x Mob Boss!Eclipse
Commission Info
I have the pleasure of writing @zayaayame's Crimes and Justice AU with a mob boss Eclipse visiting his favorite mechanic! Their dynamics are so fun together and of course, the boy is utterly endeared with the one fixing him up.
Content Warning for suggestive themes and robotic injury.
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The animatronic, silver and gleaming, slips out the door with a cheerful wave of their newly restored digits on their left hand. You return the gesture with a gentle smile. When the door falls shut after their departure, you breathe a sigh. Exhaustion tugs at your seams; a day’s work worth. You step towards the open sign and flip it to close. Everyone has been taken care of. In terms of emergencies, your door is always open, of course, but as far as appointments go, you’re done.
Before your hand can find the deadbolt and slide it into place to lock up for the night, a shadow falls over you from outside. The lampposts lining the street already burn brightly, and the dusk is dying deeper into a fresh night. Slowly lifting your head, murmuring pleas to not be who you think it is, you find just the one you weren’t looking for.
Eclipse grins. A sharpness encases his brilliant red and black silicon and his sun rays jut out like red-hot pokers. Dressed sharply in a pink dress shirt, red vest, and black slacks, he reaches down with a hand from his lower set of arms to push the door open and step inside.
“Hello, spitfire,” his optics, burning orange, like the sun when it sets on a smoggy evening, go up and down your form. “Aren’t you looking like a dish tonight. And your prosthetics have never had more shine.”
“Eclipse.” You roll your eyes at his romantic attempts to appease you. You cross your arms, one of sleek metal and one of your natural, muscular flesh folding in your agitation.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asks and saunters a little closer. His lower arms are spread wide in greeting but you are not the least bit impressed. His grin is rough and rugged. His upper set of arms hang steady by his side.
You tilt your head in the slightest. His pink sleeves are strangely rolled down, covering the intimidating factor of his thick limbs, but you spy a spot of grease on the corner of his left shoulder. Wires poke at the fabric from underneath.
It is bad enough to have a mob boss darkening your door. It’s worse when he needs your service.
“What happened? Wait, no.” You turn around, stepping one prosthetic forward before swinging your natural one after it in a swift stride. “I don’t want to know.”
“Not even a little?” He follows after you, a towering animatronic with the strength to break whatever he’d like with his four arms—three arms, currently. “You don’t want to know how the other man fared?”
You already guess that he’s six feet under and the less you know of illegal goings-on while managing your mechanic shops, the better.
Ushering into the back room where your private workshop resides, you point to a low table and move in muscle memory, gathering tools and acquiring the necessary components to fix an injured shoulder joint. Afton Robotics services all animatronic parts and pieces, but they are not fun to get on hand. Eclipse is at least considerate enough to make monthly donations to your mechanic shops for all the scouring you do for him.
“Take a seat,” you command instead. “Don’t you have your own mechanics?”
Eclipse purrs a low sound as he settles on the edge of the metal table. He is too tall and imposing even when you stand before him, preparing your tray of tools for the procedure.
“Of course, but they don’t have the same touch as you, spitfire.”
You whip a glare at him before resuming arranging the parts you will need.
“Watch your tongue—and roll up your sleeve.” You stop at his side, ready.
“If you insist,” he rolls deeply in his voice box. Immediately, you stand on edge.
Now what?
To your chagrin, the mob boss’s lower set of hands gladly gets to work unbuttoning his vest. A flame flickers within you. Eclipse grins as he takes his agonizing time to uncover his torso, his pink shirt husked in favor of giving you a free look at his rugged design and bright red colors of warning. Your eyes roam unwittingly before his grin turns sharp like a shark watching you bleed.
Your natural hand reaches over you to twist and adjust your prosthetic arm as you battle the maddening urge to toss him back onto the street. When he finishes setting aside his shirt and vest, you immediately zero in on the torn arm dangling off of his shoulder by a few, straining wires.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, resting his hands on the legs of his black slacks. His optics flash. “I can show you more.”
“Are you injured anywhere else?” you reply clinically.
Eclipse clicks his metaphorical tongue in disappointment.
You lift a hand to the damaged framework and the connector. It’s not as horrible as you feared, but it is a nasty wound. Oil drips freely now that you’ve exposed the sight of damage and wires spark with short bursts of burning light.
“Will you shut off power to your top left shoulder?”
Eclipse tilts his head and the sparks stop spitting out from exposed copper wires. Now there’s no need to fear frying yourself on an open current. You gladly step closer and begin to salvage what pieces you can and mentally account for what you will need to replace as you remove bullet-chewed pieces.
“You know,” Eclipse rumbles amid your concentration, “I wouldn’t have to find you at the oddest hours if you were closer.”
His lower right hand snakes around your waist. You ignore how his large palm ghosts just over the clothes of your jumpsuit before lightly caressing your spinal implant. The metal vertebrae whirl in a myriad of flashing, wild colors. He hums a low sound.
Lowering his head to your shoulder, a kiss presses into your shoulder, touching the sweat and grime you’ve accumulated throughout the day. You almost jump but force yourself to focus on splicing two wires to repair the strain they endured. Then, once you finish, for good measure, you snap a glare in Eclipse’s direction.
“If you kiss me while I’m working on you, I might make a mistake, and you will pay for it.”
“Understood, spitfire.” He chuckles but his hands still roam over your body.
Even as you stand and bend over his wound, his fingers trail over your muscled arms and touch the cords of strength along your back, trailing down your hips to your strong thighs. Scars bump underneath his smooth, metallic touch. He even stoops low to study a few marred knits of flesh along your arm where your prosthesis joins with your body.
If you weren’t so focused on replacing the connector of his shoulder, you might have caught a glint of guilt in his optics. He instead rubs your arm softly.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathes an electric breath. “You should move closer to me, so I can keep you safe. It’s so dangerous out here.”
You scoff and don’t bother to lift your eyes from the task at hand. His model is familiar if not threatening. He was built to be a weapon and a weapon he has made himself.
“Oh, you wound me, spitfire,” he croons dramatically.
“Do I,” you give dryly. “I doubt I could wound you as much as whatever did this to you.”
The precision of your tools fit between metal slats and wires, restoring what was once blasted apart by a gunshot. No, you don’t think you could hurt him like this.
One of his hands falls over his chassis and he swoons while keeping still enough for you to work.
“So cruel, so heartless. And I only offer all of my parts to you,” he sighs. If only you could have taken his voice module and switched it off.
“You’ll live,” you promise. Against your will, a tiny small slips over your lips when Eclipse straightens, his optics slipping over you in a low burn. “There. You’re all patched up.”
You turn away to reach for a rag to wipe your greasy fingers on but the hand you just restored takes you by the arm. Falling still, you feel one of his other hands move into the pocket of your jumpsuit, depositing what feels to be a thick wad of cash. Another crook of a finger captures your chin. Slowly, you rise to meet his eyes, caught in the bright orange light of his optics.
“Thank you, spitfire.”
Your lips part to ask how it feels if the current flows well and if his movement is hindered at all, but he silences you with a kiss. His metallic mouth presses over yours. He’s warm and strong but mostly, gentle. You make a soft sound, surprised and furious and flustered by his audacity. He pulls slowly away from you as if savoring every last drop.
“I’ll see you again soon.” His grin is harsh and handsome, and you boil. He can’t do that to you just because he can. But he leaves you speechless, left with oil-slick fingers and a buffering mind as he slips to the front of the shop and out the door, into the night.
You burn where you stand. Your hand moves to your lips and traces where his kiss still simmers in your skin, and you groan.
If he doesn’t get killed, you’ll kill him one of these days.
#naff's writing commissions#mechanic!reader#mob boss!eclipse#this was delightful to write#your au is so fun and cool! love the dynamics of these two <3#naff writing
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There's too many good fics in this fandom. And there's a bunch I still need to draw
Jester Sleuths - @naffeclipse Detective Moon and Mob Boss Eclipse
Biting the Hand that Feeds - @xitsensunmoon/@xitsen Vampire Sun and Moon
Holler if you Need us - @castercassette Outlaw Sun
Coiled Around a Fine Line between Love and Fear - @crazedauthor Naga Sun
Part1 (you're here~) / Part2 / Part3 /Part4 / Part5 / Part6 Without text below:
#myart#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf fanart#fnaf#fnaf fandom#fnaf au#gift art#fanart#scarredlove#sketch#naffeclipse#xitsensunmoon#castercassette#crazedauthor#Detective!Moon#mob boss!eclipse#Naga!Sun#Outlaw!Sun#Cowboy!Sun#Vampire!Sun#Vampire!Moon#doodles#art dump
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There's only two kind of Eclipse fans.
Sleuth Jesters written by @naffeclipse
Detective Au created by @sunnys-aesthetic
Self insert is just me 🐐
#sleuth jesters#sleuth jesters fanart#sleuth eclipse#mob boss!eclipse#vigilante!y/n#i love this meme sm
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Uh- I'm back again, this time with Sleuth Jesters drawings (save me). The brain worms are worming around all the time about drawing the characters- it is driving me insane and I cannot escape it.
Obviously credit to @naffeclipse, @sunnys-aesthetic.
I used @just-a-drawing-bean's design for drawing the horrible robot man <3.
All the drawings were cut out and glued onto a page so I can get bombarded by the sillies whenever I flick to that page.
R.i.p. to my camera saturation and quality.
Also, I could not stop myself from making this-
Remember to choose wisely; Do you value your freewill or the hot robotic mafia boss? 🤨
#dca fandom#dca au#sleuth jesters#mob boss!eclipse#vigilante!y/n#detective au#my hands hurt after all cutting#I cant get a good pictureee#<333#traditional art
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Not me reposting my own meme. I’m still not too proud of the quality because I speedran it but hey. Sleuth Jesters AU belongs to @sunnys-aesthetics and @naffeclipse
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*SCREAMS*
Eclipse have had enough of Vigilante!Y\N's disregard.
It's gonna be their final talk.
TW Possesive behaviour, Mild (?) Violence
// there's a happy ending tho :)
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Here's my little passion project based on Naff's Sleuth Jesters :) I'm still not quite happy with it but I really wanted to finish animatic before Christmas
♫ Used song: The Scorpion and the Frog / Trust Me
Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse
Detective!AU belongs to @starlightcloudbaby
Kudos to @crystalitar who originally recommended this song to Naff.
Also much love to @pure-plum who's art I've been shamelessly using as reference :)
#sanchensky#animatic#cw possessive behaviour#cw mild violence#sleuth jesters fanart#vigilante!y/n#fnaf detective au#detective!sun#detective!moon#mob boss!eclipse
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I think @naffeclipse said something a while ago about how Sleuth Jesters Eclipse would regret killing the Vigilante
But would he learn anything? Doubtful.
#the vigilante thought he’d just fuck off if they played dead good enough#they have no idea what to do with the knowledge he’d actually give a shit if they died#sleuth jesters#fnaf dca#dca au#eclipse#mob boss eclipse#ao3#vigilante y/n#vigilante
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FINISHED THE CHIBI SERPENT DEN BOYS FANART FOR @naffeclipse <3
You totes cant see my favorites nope
Most of it is copy pasted from the wip post, but I also have some ✨️ design notes ✨️ for some of my designs of each of @naffeclipse's boys! And my version of yn/reader lol. There is also some new additions to the design notes lol
yn/reader: so there are some hats that have a little veil attached to them called mosquito hats (learned this after searching sun hats once) and I figured that'd probably be something we'd wear out in the jungle!
SJ eclipse/Vinicius: remember how when sj eclipse dies, one of his optics are very damaged? I decided to make that a part of my version of vinicius's design by giving him a scar on his left eye >:]
SJ moon/Meztli: attached to his hood is an appendage on the back of his head, similar to a tail, and at the end of it there is something like a rattlesnakes rattle!
CS Eclipse/Tlhoolcha: Hes got two hoods! One of them is bigger and almost always hanging, and he often uses it to cover his face, especially when its dark and when hes guiding us back to safety so you dont see what he looks like and what he is (I headcanon that we do know he is a naga, we just dont want to spoil it for him). He is also a big sweetie (at least compared to the others not including meztli and helio) and he calls us heart, so I decided to give him a heart on his chest <3
SID Eclipse Sun and Moon/Saulo Inacio and Luan: Saulo doesnt have many scars as I headcanon that he doesnt get into fights that often, but! What happened to his hood, why is a whole chink of it ripped off? Oh well, same reason why Inacio is missing a chunk of his, and why Luan once had two of what Meztli has but doesnt have either! They got into a (un)friendly little fight UwU. Also I have no regrets towards making inacio and luan goth. Yes it was accidental no there were no regrets
DE Eclipse/Jacare: so um (stares at the more detail I put into him) its uh totes clear that hes my least favorite, yeah? Yeah? Hey wait guys no where are you going I have actual design notes for him I swear- So I feel like he'd be very eager to show off certain things hes gained from his hunts, so I decided that man wears jewelry made of bones of his kills, most of them being from tougher, bigger, and/or more sentient creatures. And he wears one very sharp one of his tail with a ribbon wrapped around the base of it and his tail to keep it on lol. Also I suddenly decided that I like the way he looks with his face and under belly and such being white so uh yeah.
I made so many mistakes, like at least one with every one of them god damn it gahh 😭
Well they still turned out alright, they look cute hnngg
#chibi art#sun and moon au#sundrop#moondrop#eclipse dca#eclipse fnaf#eclipse au#ferret rambles#my art#not my au#sj eclipse#sj moon#i'm a simp#sleuth jesters eclipse#sleuth jesters#blackwater lure#bl eclipse#the serpent den#cryptid sightings#cryptid!eclipse#Sid sun#Sid moon#Sid eclipse#syzygy in dedication#mob boss!moon#mob boss!sun#devil eyes eclipse#devil eyes
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I am so madly in love with SJ Eclipse don't mind me <3
Sleuth Jesters FNAF Security Breach AU by @naffeclipse
#drawing#sleuth jesters eclipse#sleuth jesters#mafia eclipse#mob boss eclipse#fnaf#fnaf security breach#eclipse#fnaf sb eclipse#detective sun#detective moon#they make me want to blow up#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf daycare au#fnaf daycare fandom
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i love the snapcube sonic dubs so much
Sleuth Jesters by @starlightcloudbaby & @naffeclipse
#kandidandi animated a thing#kandidandi drew a thing#sundrop#y/n#moondrop#eclispe#sleuth jesters#had to stop and laugh-cry after drawing sun on fire#i spent a total of 1 hour on this you can really see how much i needed to get these ideas out#only one audio is sleuth jesters the rest is normal security breach but i couldnt not make mob boss eclipse say that
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Dance, Detective, Dance
Detective!Reader x Police Chief!Eclipse
Commission Info
Who's ready for some dancing with Police Chief!Eclipse? I had a delightful time writing this darling little fic which was requested by Anonymous. The detective reader must navigate a situation they truly do not want to be in and are ultimately rescued by a very dashing Eclipse. Now, time to hit the dance floor.
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This is not where you’re meant to be.
The candlelight twinkle of the capitol building’s chandeliers cast the ballroom floor in gentle, romantic lightning. The marble columns of the great architecture build a grandness to the politics and party tonight. Men, women, human and animatronic alike, flutter around the space in bird-like trillings of socialization. The suits are finely pressed and the gowns are exuberant and shimmering. The large, photo-ready smiles mean nothing to you. Though fellow officers mingle among public workers and rich city members, you stand deliberately away from the conversations in a shady nook against the wall.
You must remind yourself to unfurrow your brow lest you stand with a perpetual scowl on your face for the rest of the night. This should not be mandated as part of your job—a charity ball, put on by your police precinct no less. Your time is better spent pooling over castfiles and running down streets to locate criminals.
You tug at the collar of your formal attire, dark and fitted for a black-tie event. The weight of your gun rests heavily on your hip, hidden beneath your clothes. You wish you could stroke it, hold it in your hands, and count the rounds. The number of bullets inside the clip is branded in your mind, but the routine is grounding. But, your hands lie empty and repeatedly clench.
The night has worn on. This has been your service for the evening. You can excuse yourself on the basis that you’re needed back at your desk to study the recent string of crimes the Celestial Gang conducted. Surely that’s better spent time than standing here, stuck in fancy clothes that do little to make you more approachable.
The door. Your eyes have been returning to it constantly in the last hour. You could piece together what’s been eating away at you about the last rival gang slaying. What are the Celestial Gang building up to? Why suddenly strike so hard and fast at enemies? Do they simply have more confidence or is there something moving in the underground, dark and silent as a reaper?
This is enough. You’re going back to work. You step out of the shadow alcove you’ve lurked in all evening. Shoulders hunched as you begin to slip between oblivious attendees of the charity ball, you keep your eyes on the door. Single-mindedly, you weave towards the exit without seeing one face or hearing a voice in the crowd’s babble.
Someone emerges at the top of the grand staircase to the left of the doors. A familiar figure, tall and lithe and adorned in sun rays, descends the steps.
You stop in a crowd. Eyes drawn up, you stare at the police chief.
Eclipse. You’ve never seen him so sleek and sharp in a tuxedo of deep crimson. He fixes his bow tie with deft fingers, his eyes lifting to the crowd as if he’s lost something. His expression is intent, unsatisfied as he searches for the brief moment it takes for his gaze to swiftly land upon you.
Your lips part for an inexplicable reason. To call out to him. To explain why you’re making a beeline for the door. Say hello before you tell him goodbye. You have no answer. No words slip from your lips as he holds your stare as if you were the only person standing in the room.
His canary yellow optics brighten. His hands fall, softly opening in a gesture that seems to invite you closer. The police chief tilts his head. He finishes descending the steps as you push through the crowd—not to escape the ball but to meet him at the foot of the staircase.
He says your name softly in a manner you consider dangerous.
“Eclipse,” you greet, though it’s unnatural to say his name while the two of you are very much not alone. Yet, the crowd leaves you two in a pocket of privacy, unaware and unconcerned with a commanding officer and his subordinate.
Music pulls on strings, echoing in the air. Dancers begin to meet and pair behind you on the polished dance floor. Eclipse’s eyes briefly stray to the live music conducting the beginning of a couple’s dance, but his black pupils return to you.
“Where are you going?” He reaches out and touches the sleeve of your clothes, smoothing down a non-existent wrinkle.
“Out,” you answer, almost shoving it between your teeth. “I have work to do.”
His grin tightens like glass crunching in on itself. His fingertips slip further down your arm, trailing carefully over the sleeve that’s far too stiff for your liking to loosely encircle your wrist. He keeps you in place.
“You are expected to remain for the entirety of the charity ball; the same as every officer in attendance.” He speaks with the firmness of authority.
You narrow your eyes. He meets you unyieldingly. Your fist clenches just underneath his large, dark hand.
“I need to go over the case files from last week. I can’t stand here all night.” You look out over the band playing, accompanying dancers as they step and twirl. The bodies are organized yet chaotic in their colors and energies. A few people are laughing and others are stone-cold serious, focused on the rhythm while others kiss their partner.
“Detective, you can last one night at a social event.” His voice gravels low, almost touching a note of mirth.
His thumb slides down the bones of your hand, caressing your skin softly. A shiver subtly works its way up your spine. You turn back to face him. A stubborn argument crawls upon your lips but you stop short.
The police chief is strangely quiet. No, distracted. His eyes roam up and down your person. You stand frozen under his inspection. You dressed appropriately. He can’t fault you for improper attire but you can’t unravel the motive for his silence. His expression deepens into something soft. His optic lights dust you gently with his attention.
The strange exchange prompts your study of the police chief. He’s never been one to slack in his appearance nor fail to dress for the occasion. There is an undeniable charm to how the tuxedo looks on him. His fingertips are soft against the pulse on the inside of your wrist. The deep crimson color compliments his maroon and indigo sun rays.
A beat passes. Eclipse finds your eyes again.
“You look exquisite, sweetheart.” The note of affection in his tone sends a weakness into your knees.
“I’m not staying,” you say. Eclipse knows better than to charm you—though you must breathe to regain the feeling in your legs. “Even if I will miss seeing you look so sharp and spiffy.”
“Thank you,” his voice is low and gravelly. It echoes him finding you late at night, working at your desk, and walking you halfway to your home. A voice greeting you first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee. A question of concern, wondering if you’ve had enough sleep lately.
He holds out his other hand. The hold he has on your wrist is loose, soft and so unlike the coldness of handcuffs you’ve experienced before. You’re reminded again of his relation to the Celestial Gang mob bosses. Though what happened to separate Eclipse from his brothers and lead them down such different paths eludes you. You don’t pry. You won’t ask him to give it all up.
He is not his brothers.
“Since you must stay here, we can make use of your presence.” His fingers unfurl. His dark digits and silicon palm wait before you. Like an offer of hope. Like an invitation to sneak away, just the two of you. His optics are lower in light. “Won’t you dance with me, Detective?”
You stare at the offering. A weak stirring begins within you. You tilt your head back to hold his gaze.
“I can’t dance.” You have the bluntness of a hammer. He knows this. He has always known this.
Eclipse’s grin remains unwavering.
“I’ll lead.”
The music swells to a final jazzed ending. Couples drift apart and shuffle, and others stay perfectly together, waiting for the next song.
This is dangerous. Your hand falls into his. Him leading you deeper onto the dance floor to lose yourselves in the crowd and yet, find all the privacy.
“Stand on my feet,” he says.
“You’ll regret this,” you warn him gently for his own sake. You fix your shoes upon him, scuffing up the shiny black polish but Eclipse doesn’t even glance down. His optics are firmly fastened on your gaze.
He chuckles low within his metaphorical throat. The first twirl begins, and you are perfectly safe upon his footwork. If anyone notices that you’re not truly putting in effort, allowing Eclipse to lead and put in all the moves, no one says anything. No one truly looks at you. All the politicians officers and city workers are engrossed in their dramas. You almost feel as if you were alone with Eclipse.
The music slips over you. The string cords and the waltz rhythm of the instruments tug you both along. Eclipse effortlessly weaves and carries you through the people, his attention tilted down to hold you in his vision while the room spins at the edges. You stare into his optics. Yellow with pinpricks of black. His smile is softening at the edges, his sharp teeth less visible in his focus.
“How do you know how to dance?” you ask, your interrogation voice coming through full force.
Eclipse tilts his head. A glint in his gaze gives way to something you can’t help but find unusual for the police chief.
“Personal interest and a need to fulfill certain duties a police chief must uphold such as appearing at public events. Especially for an animatronic,” his voice is gravelly.
To be charming and capable in every manner, to have to give even more than a human would in his position. Your hands clench his as he cuts through the space, leading your clasped hands like a wedge through the masses. Your grip tightens upon him. A burn sets in your chest, hot and spitting.
“You don’t have to dance,” you say, “Not with me.”
“I know,” he says softly. His voice lowers. “It’s a shame I don’t see you like this more often.”
You grimace as you glance down at yourself. “These clothes are too stuffy. Who could chase a criminal down in this?”
Eclipse’s smile is poignant as he remarks, “It’s a very good thing you’re not on active duty tonight then.”
A sound between a huff and a growl escapes your mouth. Eclipse twirls you in a motion that leaves your head spinning slowly until you remember to focus on his eyes. His light is constant through the movement of his practiced swaying.
You fight the urge to close your eyes and rest your head on his chest. His height gives you the perfect advantage to rest against him. You might be tired. The entire social event has sucked you dry and now you’re stuck in a slow whirl with the police chief. It’s difficult to remember that you wanted to leave only a few moments ago.
“Eclipse, I have to go,” you say over the ringing of the music. You’re getting distracted. You feel weak, held up by him so tenderly. His hand presses into the small of your back as he shifts you in his arms.
“Would it kill you to spend an evening with me, looking so fine, and dancing?” His eyes burn low. You can’t look away.
“Maybe.” He doesn’t let you loose, so you must grit your teeth and admit, “I dance and wear nice clothes only for you.”
Eclipse grins.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he says, and his movements grow stronger.
You cling tighter to him. Held flush against his chassis and fine suit, you watch the room twist upon itself. Eclipse draws you in and out, and he carefully stops to gently set you back on your feet. You immediately freeze like a wild animal set in a civilized place. Before you can succumb to your failure of not knowing a single dance, Eclipse takes your hand and lifts your arm above your head. Pressing your shoulder softly, he guides you into a soft spin upon your toes. You almost stumble. He holds you steady.
Then he takes you by the waist, holding you tight as he dips you low. You’re parallel to the floor, parallel to the police chief's smile as he hovers above you. You both hide below the crowd. The music swells.
His mouth has never been closer. You don’t realize how much your chest heaves, your heart alive in your ribcage as if amid a shoot-out, but it’s him. It’s only him. A smokey-amber scent fills your senses. He’s so close, and you drown in him.
Eclipse gently lowers himself closer. His optics flash between your eyes and your lips. You breathe out. Your eyelids flutter close—
And gunshots ring out.
Your eyes fly open and Eclipse’s optics flare. People scream. The stringed instruments cut off with abrupt notes souring the air. In a blur of a second, Eclipse pulls you back onto your feet. You whirl around, your hand upon your gun and freeing it from its concealed holster.
The doors are wide open, held by men in dark attire as more shots ring out, thrumming out of Thompson machine guns. Gleeful criminals stare down at the panicking charity ball. You step forward. Eclipse's hand falls on your shoulder, pulling you back just as a politician in a suit dashes right in front of you. Eclipse’s grip tightens on your collarbone.
The gangsters glance around, lowering their weapons. Screams of panic ring out again but the gunfire stops—they have everyone’s attention.
“Eclipse,” you utter. Your finger is careful on the trigger. There are too many civilians. The boldness of crashing a party in the heart of the capital building leaves you seething.
“The Celestial Gang,” his voice lowers. He knows. You both know.
Henchmen step aside and hold open the doors to the dark, cool night. Dressed in fine suits, sharp and oily as finger-rubbed gold, the mob bosses of the most feared gang in the city step into the ballroom. They hold guns in their hands, gleaming cold and dark. Their eyes, gray and pale, and red and black, cut through the panicking people.
Eclipse is half-frozen beside you. He steps forward, placing himself between you and the mob bosses. His brothers.
Your eyes dart around the room. The people have crowded against the far wall. Other officers have drawn their weapons. You glare down the animatronics bearing the themes not unlike the police chief, one of a pale yellow sun, and the other of a dark and silvery moon.
“Oh, Moon, I hope we’re not too late to the party,” Sun announces. His fingers stroke the trigger of his gun. His mouth curls sinisterly. “It’s so nice to see all the elites of this rotten city celebrating their charity.”
“Look, brother,” Moon tips his dark hat at you. “We’re just in time.”
You grit your teeth where you stand, and glare back.
“I think you’re right.” Sun laughs, cold and chilling against the marbled columns. His attention rests on you, hungry with avarice.
Moon lifts his gun into the air and smiles with sharp teeth. He announces, “We will be stealing the detective for a dance.”
#naff's writing commissions#syzygy in dedication#police chief!eclipse#detective!reader#mob boss!sun#mob boss!moon#enjoy a little dance with your police chief hehe#naff writing
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SJ Eclipse plush is DONE!
he’s silly and throwable
SJ eclipse design inspired by @just-a-drawing-bean
#eclipse#fnaf#mob boss au#sleuth eclipse#sleuth jesters eclipse#sleuth jesters#flashing tw#flashing lights#cw flashing
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Human anatomy...i hate human anatomy
Don't ask me what kind of 'who' creature from doctor Seuss we simps are
@naffeclipse 's bastard man
#yeah he's doing that with the lighter in purpose#yeah it was a refference mistake#but i used it anyways#sleuth jesters#sleuth eclipse#sleuth jesters eclipse#mob boss!eclipse#fnaf sb
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[ID: A digital sketch of NaffEclipse’s Sleuth Jesters!Eclipse. He is turned slightly left and is leaning back in a low-opacity sketch of a chair. He has an annoyed expression on his face as his eyes look to the right through half-lidded eyes. His shirt is nearly all the way off, and he wears high-waisted pants and pink stiletto heels. His left elbow leans on the arm of the chair and his head is supported by his hand. His other arm is draped casually along the other arm of the chair and his legs are spread open as he sits. There is a dark red-purple squiggle to the left of his head to indicate his irritation and the artist's signature follows the line of his right leg and reads, “MOCHA ILLUSTRATES”. The lineart is a dark red-purple and Eclipse’s silhouette is filled with a medium red-purple. The background is a lighter red-purple. END ID.]
you know what? fuck it.
babygirlifies eclipse.
btw I literally drew this whole thing and then found out @xitsensunmoon already did it when I was reverse imaging searching my ref. I have never once had an original thought, but fuck it I’m posting him
sleuth eclipse belongs to @naffeclipse. ref under the cut
#he may be a cunning manipulative mob boss with an unquenchable thirst for power…#but i can make him wear high heels so who has the real power here#mocha art#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#dca#fnaf eclipse#sleuth jesters#sleuth eclipse#eclipse
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A New Lambs and Slaughters series spin off quote!
“You are a mystery, aren't you? A beautiful little mystery.”
“B-beautiful? I'm- I'm just me, sir…” Sun said quietly, his faceplate on fire at the compliment.
“Guste. Exactly. You are simple, and lovely. But stronger and braver than you seem to even realize. You are like a lekanteto. Like a little daisy in the sunlight.” The Don purred, his grin wide and almost hungry as he gazed down at the trembling attendant.
#fanfic#the sun and moon show#fanfiction#fnaf daycare attendant#tsams sun#mafia au#underboss eclipse#mob boss kill code#hitman ruin#eclipse/sun/ruin#lambs&slaughters#bloodmoon x sun#kill code/sun#Sun being THE Mafia Wife#As in the wife of the whole mafia#Sun's Mafia Harem xD
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B. beach episode?
@naffeclipse fish brain activated this morning and I made a little joke so obviously I had to immediately inflict it on the bounty hunter. He got a moment of cold shivers from an alternative timeline, or something
*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
#post let luce#dcamv#bloodstain fool#naffeclipse#menace4menace#my art#i missed drawing him ): drawing them both#me this morning just#“wheres my mob boss to anger i need some concrete shoes” “wait. menace4menace comic idea"#i want to swim so badly#well. mostly i just want to sit at the bottom of the pool and stay down there without drowning or floating back up#thanks eclipse for helping
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