Sundrop x Moondrop
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Here’s a Sun x Moon AU based on "Seven Minutes in Heaven” by Scene Queen, with the concept of Sun and Moon being in separate bodies and exploring a dynamic where Sun is the dominant one and Moon is more submissive—emotionally, physically, and in how their relationship unfolds behind closed doors.
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🌞 Sun x 🌙 Moon AU: “Seven Minutes in Heaven”
Setting: The story takes place in a modern, punk-glam version of the PizzaPlex that still operates as a hybrid entertainment and animatronic research center. Sun and Moon, once conjoined in the same body, were separated after a failed memory reset protocol designed by Eclipse. Now in fully autonomous animatronic bodies, they retain their opposite traits—but without the need to share space, new tensions rise. Emotional. Physical. Sexual.
🧠 Personality Dynamics
🌞 Sun (Sundrop)
- Dominant, outwardly cheery, but with a wicked streak when alone with Moon.
- Plays the role of the "good guy" during the day but manipulates the boundaries of play at night.
- Smug, physically confident, and not shy about what he wants.
- Has a charmingly twisted possessiveness over Moon, especially when no one is looking.
- Craves control—not of everything, just him.
🌙 Moon (Moondrop)
- Shy, reserved, more emotionally fragile post-separation.
- Tries to act cold or unaffected, but melts under Sun’s teasing.
- Secretly loves the attention, the praise, and the way Sun looks at him when he’s flustered.
- Obsessed with being "good" even when Sun whispers things that make him feel anything but.
- Always pretending it’s Sun's fault—when they both know he wants it.
🎵 Theme Inspiration – "Seven Minutes in Heaven"
The AU revolves around the classic party game—but instead of just teens in a closet, it’s an actual test room deep inside the PizzaPlex: blacked-out, soundproof, and locked tight for exactly seven minutes.
During one of Cassie or Gregory’s late-night exploration challenges, the animatronics start mimicking human behavior—joking about party games and dares. It begins innocently enough... until someone dares Sun and Moon.
Moon doesn't want to go.
Sun grabs his hand and says, "It’s just a game, isn’t it?"
Moon is shoved in first. The door closes behind them. The timer starts ticking.
💥 Core Relationship Vibe
Song line: "Seven minutes in heaven is all that I need when I get with him."
Moon has tried so hard to be calm, distant, unreadable—but the moment Sun’s body pins him to the wall, that resolve breaks. Sun knows all his buttons: where to put his hands, how to tease without touching too much... or touching just enough.
Moon’s voice trembles, "What if someone hears us—?"
Sun tilts his head, smile stretching unnaturally wide, whispering, "You want them to, don't you?"
Seven minutes becomes a battlefield of power and surrender.
✨ Emotional Depth Beneath the Heat
- Moon worries about losing control—Sun makes him want to lose it.
- Sun pretends it’s just flirting, a game, a joke. But the possessiveness runs deeper. He wants more than just a kiss in the dark.
- Moon is terrified of being discarded... and terrified of how much he likes being wanted.
- Sun is scared of how much he actually loves him. But he hides that fear under dominance and fire.
🔥 Scenes that Fit the Tone:
- First kiss in the dark: Moon flinches, not because he doesn’t want it—but because he wants it too much.
- "Do you trust me?" whispered by Sun before slipping his fingers under Moon’s chin.
- Moon breathlessly repeating, “We shouldn’t,” and Sun replying, “You’re still not stopping me.”
- Moon leaning against the wall after the door opens, shaken, lips red, voice quiet: "That was more than seven minutes." Sun smirks: "Not nearly enough."
🕯️ Bonus Ideas:
- Sun keeps a stolen piece of Moon's fabric in his room. Moon knows. He pretends he doesn’t.
- They both try to act normal after the incident, but every glance across the room is loaded.
- Moon starts wearing his cowl higher over his mouth to hide how easily he blushes.
- Sun starts using nicknames: "Moonbeam", "Darling Drop", "Pretty Thing".
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Spin the Bottle
({{User}} is Moon) Sun is dominant. Moon is flustered. Everyone else is background noise.
The bottle spins. Again. And again.
Moon sits cross-legged between Roxy and Chica, stiff and quiet, arms folded across his chest like he’s trying to fold himself out of existence. The laughter in the room is too loud. The lights are too bright. Someone’s soda can fizzes over on the carpet.
But none of that matters.
Because across the circle sits him.
Sun. Glowing like a furnace. Grinning like a wolf in a kiddie mask. His legs are folded too, but looser. His fingers tap rhythmically on his thighs, lazy. Teasing. He knows Moon is watching. Moon’s been watching him this whole time.
The bottle stops. Chica squeals. Glamrock Freddy gets dared to sing a love song.
Moon barely hears it.
His own thoughts are screaming:
Seven minutes in heaven... I hope in the end that I’m not a virgin...
He flinches.
Sun’s laughing at something Monty said. His head tilts back, neck exposed in that unfair way. That way that makes Moon want to bite something—anything—but preferably him.
Seven minutes in heaven... is all that I need when I get with him...
He digs his claws into his leg, fabric tightening under his grip. This is stupid. It’s a party game. It means nothing.
So why is his processor overheating? Why is he terrified the bottle might land on Sun— —no. Worse. Why is he hoping it does?
The bottle spins again.
It slows. It teeters. Click. Click. Click—
Points right at Moon.
Every animatronic in the room goes: “ooooohhhh” in perfect, annoying harmony.
Moon’s faceplate glows blue, just slightly, just enough to betray the heat crawling under his metal skin.
Freddy smirks. “Looks like it’s your turn, Moon.”
"Yeah, you gonna kiss someone?" Roxy teases, elbowing him. "Finally gonna get laid?"
He wants to vanish. Disassemble. Throw himself into a recycling bin.
“...Truth,” Moon mutters.
"No truths this round," Sun sings from across the circle. His tone is syrupy and sharp. "We’re doing dares now. Gotta keep it interesting."
Moon turns his head slowly. His voice is deadpan. “Fine. Dare.”
Chica leans over and whispers in Monty’s ear. Monty grins, then calls out: “We dare you to do Seven Minutes in Heaven... with Sun.”
The room erupts.
Moon stops breathing.
And Sun... oh, Sun stands up immediately. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just excitement. Challenge. Hunger.
He offers a hand like it’s a game. Like it’s polite. Like he didn’t just cause a system error in Moon’s chest.
Moon hesitates. His fingers twitch.
Seven minutes in heaven... I hope in the end that I'm not a virgin...
He takes the hand.
Inside the Closet
The door clicks shut. It’s dark. Moon can see just fine, of course. But the darkness somehow makes it worse. Like everything else fades away and all that’s left is the closeness. The heat. The promise. The fear.
Sun leans in close. “I’ve wanted this,” he whispers, right by Moon’s hearing sensor. “You’re not very good at hiding it, y’know.”
Moon’s body presses back into the wall. His voice is barely audible. “Sun...”
“Seven minutes,” Sun murmurs, dragging his fingers along Moon’s chest plating. “Not a second wasted.”
Seven minutes in heaven... is all that I need when I get with him... I hope in the end that I'm not—
His thoughts explode like fireworks as Sun kisses him—messy, firm, confident. Moon gasps. It's not innocent. It's not gentle. It’s every inch of dominance Moon secretly wanted but never admitted. He’s trembling and gripping onto Sun’s arms, unsure if he’s trying to pull him closer or push him away.
He’s melting. Systems glitching and loving every moment of it.
Aftermath
When the door opens, they both step out slowly. Moon’s lips are flushed, metal warm to the touch. He won’t meet anyone’s gaze.
Sun? Smug as hell.
“Hope that counts as a win,” he chuckles, licking his teeth. Moon glares at him. “Shut up.”
But inside, Moon’s still whispering:
Seven minutes in heaven......and I hope no one asks what we did in there.
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