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Yay, I did Elaina’s prompts!

So, I did all of the prompts requested in @elainapoststhings‘s ask and realized that its /very/ long, so I made a post! Yay!

Keep reading under the cut to read the prompts and my comments on them :D

((I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; MY MOVE FUCKED ALL MY SHIT UP T^T))

2. “I trusted you!” Sans/Asgore “i trusted you!” He spat, before his voice dropped and his glowing eyes followed, “i...i thought you trusted me...”

Sans couldn’t look away from the broken body of the child he had been tasked with protecting; the voice through the door had been sincere and had made him want to try...but not for this. Not to this end.

“Sans,” Asgore’s deep rumble was missing in that moment, replaced by the voice of someone who was suddenly unsure and afraid, “Sans, I am only trying to help the Underground-”

“you lied to me!” Sans bit before the king could make his excuses; Sans already knew that the moment he heard them, he’d let Asgore get off scott-free. He cared about the big pushover too much to react any other way, but this... “you told me that i could trust that you’d hear the kid out; that you’d stop all this from happening again!”

Asgore’s eyes trailed down to his trident, blood hanging off the tips of the metal; his head turned toward the child laying in the bed of flowers, but his eyes refused to move from the weapon. In his peripherals, he could still see the child, but without his focus, he could almost mistaken the child to be sleeping, rather than...

“Sans, I can’t ignore my duty to my people,” Asgore tried to sound sure, and he suceeded well enough to have the strength to look Sans in the eye, “Our...M-My people must be able to rely on their king!”

“well, you go on into that wide world, i’m not interested,” Sans turned away, his chest burning, his soul pulling back toward his king, his friend, his lover, but the small skeleton wouldn’t budge. Sans knew the reset was coming--it always came--but wondered just what he’d have to own up to in order to make this right.

Would he wake up in his bed? A complete restart where he and Asgore were still on speaking terms only? Would he suddenly wake up in the Judgement Hall, waiting for the kid to walk down to their judgment? As a judge, it was his duty to report to the king when a visitor tried to gain an audience, and he’d done his job by making Asgore promise not to hurt the kid, on the hope that Sans could keep what he had fostered with Asgore.

What they had was so fragile, so many things wanted and tried to break it: the memory of Asgore’s wife, the king’s duty to his throne, both of their anxieties at trying to find love when everything was so uncertain...

All broken, and by his lover’s own hands.

c’mon, frisk, reset already; I can’t take this pain, The thoughts didn’t help; no matter where the reset took him, he’d always have this in his rib cage. Asgore broke his promise and Sans’s trust.

And it hurt, so badly.

((I freakin love the angst from the idea of Asgore fucking up to the point that a RESET would cause him to forget his relationship with Sans; especially if they had a hard courtship and Sans realizing that not only would a RESET mean he’d have to start over but that there’s a high possibility that they won’t end up together. AHHH THE ANGST))

7. “I almost lost you” Sans/Asgore Sans stood over Asgore, his back facing the king. Asgore tried to stand, but a weakness had overtaken his limbs.

“Sans,” The ruler rumbled.

“stay down,” The eerie calm that had taken San’s voice nearly sent chills down Asgore’s spine, but his eyes were drawn to the small yellow flower that was bouncing gently to some unheard beat across the room, “i almost lost you, and that’s not gunna happen.”

“Don’t you know not to interfere?” Flowey’s voice was sickly sweet, but both Sans and Asgore could hear the dangerous undertone to it, “Don’t be an idiot; stay out of this.”

“Sans, that flower is much more-”

“i know,” Sans said quietly, “but if that thing wants to get to you, it’ll have to go through me.”

Before Asgore could protest, a blue light took over the left side of Sans; the light seemed to almost dim the light around the three of them, making itself seem all the brighter.

“its a beautiful day outside,” Sans’s voice was low still, but the tone in it made even the flower stop its eternal dance, “Bird’s are singin’, flower’s are bloomin’....”

Flowey growled, his teeth clenched, “Save the spiel for someone who cares!”

“have it your way, pal.”

Even Asgore wasn’t fooled by the sweet tone in Sans’s voice.

((It was way too easy to think of a protective Asgore; i mean, he’s a super big and powerful boss monster, no brainer. But Sans protecting Asgore? A little more interesting, especially when paired with my headcanon that nobody really knows just how powerful Sans really is.))

21. “You don’t have any right to say that” Undyne/Papyrus “Y...YOU DON’T HAVE A RIGHT TO SAY THAT!” Papyrus gripped the bone in his hand, willing it to stay even though the look Undyne was leveling with him nearly made him dissipate his magic on principle.

“I’m Captain of the Royal Guard,” Undyne crossed her arms and turned her head so she didn’t haven’t look at him, “I’m the only one who’s able to say it.”

“But-” Papyrus had to swallow and try again, “BUT I’VE WORKED SO HARD TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! I CAN’T GIVE UP OR QUIT, I’M THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I...I ALWAYS...”

He couldn’t even find the words he usually hid behind so easily.

“I’m not messing around, Papyrus!” Undyne growled, but she still couldn’t meet his eyes, “You’re too...Rah! Why do you have to make this difficult!”

Except, Undyne knew the only reason this was so hard to say was because it was Papyrus and hurting Papyrus was like twisting a knife in her own gut. They’d been friends for decades, and slowly, painfully slowly, Undyne began to realize just how much she cared for the tall skeleton.

And she couldn’t face the idea of Papyrus being hurt by a human while serving as a Royal Guard. But the look on his face...Just her suggesting he find another dream and she was ready to just hand him his armor now.

“JUST GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO PROVE MYSELF, UNDYNE!” Papyrus wasn’t in tears, but by the way his voice broke, he might have been close, “I’LL SHOW YOU, I’M THE PERFECT CANDIDATE!”

She couldn’t go through with it.

“F-fine, punk! You wanna prove you’ve got what it takes!?”

“YES, UNDYNE!”

“Then you and I are going to do some super secret training!” Undyne punched the palm of her hand, a smirk appearing on her face, “Meet me at my house tomorrow at dinner time! We’re going to see just how high you can crank the heat!”

Papyrus looked so relieved, Undyne nearly flinched; there was no way she could go through with denying him from the Royal Guards now...but maybe she could direct him in a safer direction...

“I WON’T LET YOU DOWN, CAPTAIN UNDYNE! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE: THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL LEAVE YOU IN AWE OF MY AMAZING TALENTS!”

And with that, he turned and bound off, no doubt toward Snowdin and back to his brother.

“...I don’t doubt that, Paps,” Undyne muttered to herself, her heart fluttering for a moment.

((Dude, Papyne/Undyrus was my first OTP in the Undertale fandom (it sort of died because of there being no content for them and because certain parts of the fandom are jerks who like to use the term ‘erasure’...*coughcough*) so writing this was almost nostalgic and made me happy. Just my headcanon as to why Undyne ended up teaching Paps to cook--she just can’t say ‘no’ to his goofy skele-face :3))

34. “Maybe you weren’t worth the effort” Grillby/Gaster

“You are shutting down on me,” His voice came out calmly, “...Again.”

Grillby didn’t acknowledge the words while he continued to collect dishes from the remaining tables in his bar, dumping them and their remains into the bin a little harder than he normally would.

“Whether or not you agree, I would appreciate an acknowledgement that you heard me, at the very least,” Gaster sighed, crossing his thin arms and leaning against a bar stool while he watched the fire monster continue to clean, “Or even something in the way of proving I exist to you, though your ignoring me is quite an achievement, I applaud you; normally you would be flaring and growling at me by now.”

He knew he was antagonizing Grillby, but he could take anger. Gaster could take sadness, pain, accusations, yelling, cursing, anything; anything, except being ignored. At least with the rest, he could adapt or at least try to understand why Grillby was so upset. When his fire elemental shut down like this...he couldn’t even begin to guess.

Grillby resolutely kept his mouth shut.

Gaster felt his arms nearly fall out of their position across his chest and instead folded his hands in front of his thighs, “Grillby, talk to me. You always make things so difficult when you refuse to speak and you always make me pry it out of you like I’m pulling thistles or splinters.”

A sigh, warm from his breath and flaring from his anger, was released from Grillby’s mouth and he straightened up to look at Gaster expectantly, his hands coming to rest on his hips.

Gaster suddenly felt on the spot and glanced away. He tried to gather his thoughts but his mouth was already moving, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...It’s closing time,” Grillby said, motioning to the door before he turned to grab his bin; he started for the back, toward the kitchen.

“I-what?” Gaster’s mouth fell in shock; Grillby just dismissed him, like a child a parent was finally fed up with dealing with, “I have worked day in and day out to keep our relationship floating, despite you shutting down at every hard situation and every bad argument! I did all of that for you and you just want me gone?”

Grillby stopped when he leveled with the bar, but he didn’t say anything. His own thoughts were a whirlwind of irritation, pain and anger, but he didn’t think he could ever find all the words he needed in order to express himself. He wasn’t like Gaster--he didn’t have an expanded vocabulary or the brains to articulate, so why should he bother?

Gaster felt tears sting his eyes, but he refused to let them fall--not while he was still in the same room with Grillby.

“Fine,” he spat, pushing off the bar stool hard enough to knock it over, “Fine!”

He stormed toward the door, hating himself because he couldn’t stop the first tear from escaping him, nor the second.

Gaster couldn’t--didn’t want to--stop himself from turning back once he reached the door and spitting out, “Maybe you weren’t worth the effort.”

And he slammed the door.

((Grillster/Gasby is my guilty pleasure; i love both of these monster and i just love them both together~ This is sort of going off of an idea that Grillby is the strong silent type--and the thing about silent types is that I could see them shutting down when faced with a fight with their much more eloquent partner))

48. “You think I need you? Because I don’t” Papyrus/Mettaton

Papyrus tried to catch his breath, but every time he thought he found it, Mettaton would throw another slur, or bite him with more sarcastic comments that hit his soul with all the force of a magical attack, but without the resulting damage to his HP.

“M-METTATON, DON’T DO THIS!” Papyrus pleaded, watching the robot continue to pack his things, “I DON’T TRUST THAT HUMAN; HE KEEPS TREATING YOU LIKE YOU’RE NOT A PERSON-”

“At least he cares about my dreams!” Mettaton glared--not an easy feat when you’re a square box with a grid of lights for a face, but he managed it, “Mr. Schuller says he can make me a star here on the surface!”

Papyrus put his hands up defensively, though he knew it wouldn’t protect him from the robot’s words.

“TONNIE, I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE HOW AMAZING YOU ARE, JUST AS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SEE YOU,” Papyrus looked away, “CAN’T YOU JUST FIND ANOTHER AGENT?”

“Oh ho! Trying to make out to seem foolish?” Mettaton gave a flourish as he spun back to his suitcase, “Well, it won’t work, because I looked up Mr. Schuller and he’s the best! Only the best for a star such as myself~!”

Papyrus rubbed the back of his neck; no matter how much he wanted to be supportive of his wonderful robotfriend, he couldn’t leave the thought alone that Schuller was...not what he appeared to be.

“I’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU; DO NOT FORGET THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM YOU BIGGEST FAN AND THE BEST FAN THERE COULD BE! OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO SUCCEED!”

Mettaton turned, crossing one arm cross his chest and raising the other hand to touch his face-plate in an almost studying manner.

“Darling,” Mettaton almost purred, “You think I need you? Because I don’t. I’m going to have millions of humans to root for me now!”

Papyrus froze, pain blooming in his chest so suddenly that he had to glance down to make sure he hadn’t been attacked--magically or otherwise. Mettaton didn’t bat a light before he turned around to continue packing, but Papyrus was having a hard time breathing again. This time, it was worse. Breathing actually made it hurt worse.

“I...I UNDERSTAND, METTATON, I...” Papyrus tried to clear his throat--not that he had one to clear--before trying to speak again, “I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT MY VERY SPECIAL FRIEND, BECAUSE THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS THE BEST AT WORRYING OVER FRIENDS....YES...THAT’S IT.”

His legs felt weak and he wanted to collapse onto the chair near him, but Mettaton turned to him again, now with a packed suitcase in hand.

“Well, darling, don’t you worry your pretty skull,” Mettaton huffed, “I’m not yours to worry about anymore, am I? Toodles!”

And with that, the robot left the room, without looking back.

Papyrus finally collapsed into the chair, and didn’t move again until Sans forced him to eat a day later.

((I hate the trope of Mettaton just being the easy out for who’s ‘wrong’ in a relationship, and if I had about 2000-3000 more words, I could probably kill the trope with a good old character examination about how badly Mettaton wants to be a famous actor/singer/famous person and probably pair this scene with something redeeming (Maybe Mettaton realizing Papyrus is right about Schuller and finding a new agent? idk...hmm....oh well, enjoy the open-ended angst!))

52. “Who did this to you?” Alphys/Undyne Nothing suggested today was anything other than normal when Alphys first heard the door, indicating that Undyne had arrived home. It wasn’t until the small dinosaur heard her girlfriend collapse onto the couch in a very un-Undyne style that Alphys started to notice that despite Undyne being home, she had yet to hear the fish monster exclaim her return in the usual style: bounding into whatever room Alphys was in and exclaiming her happiness at seeing Alphys while picking her up and spinning her once or twice.

In fact, Undyne hadn’t made any noise at all.

A small form of panic started in Alphys’s chest as she moved from her place in the kitchen toward the living room, forcing herself not to run, not to call out in a panicking shriek.

What she saw wasn’t as bad as what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t good either.

Undyne sat on the couch, lounging back into the cushions and pillows as she nursed a black eye and bleeding cut on her cheek bone. Alphys knew something more was wrong, because Undyne hadn’t even heard Alphys walk in.

“O-Oh my g-gosh! U-Undyne, who d-did this to y-you??”

As soon as Undyne heard Alphys’s voice, she sat up straight and immediately started with her boisterous answer, “Ha! It was just some anti-monster punks in the building--they walked away worse, yeah!”

Alphys knew it wasn’t true; monsters weren’t allowed to use their magic in the city limits until Asgore and Toriel were done helping integrate monsters into human society and making it fair for everyone. It had taken so long to get it where it was, but there were so many humans who were afriad, and mean, and just plain evil.

Her clawed hand came up to inspect the wound and black eye, gently turning Undyne’s face so she could get a better look. The bruise was light, but the cut was still bleeding a little. Alphys gathered a little magic into her hands and gently began to heal both, though her focus began to get blurry as she worked.

“Aw, Alph,” Undyne frowned, “Don’t cry...”

“I c-can’t help it,” Alphys grit her teeth, “I’m...I’m j-just so m-mad!”

Undyne blinked before a small blush appeared on her face, “Aw, geez...didn’t think you’d get all burned up over a little thing like this...”

“You’re not a little thing,” Alphys huffed, “You’re my girlfriend.”

Despite the day, and the world, and all the shit that Undyne had to endure since coming to the Surface, Undyne realized that to hear that from Alphys’s mouth, she’d do it all over again, in a heartbeat.

((Like Sansgore, it was too easy to imagine Undyne being the protective party saying ‘who did this to you’ and avenging her perfect dino-girlfriend with glowing spears (though the idea is epic in and of itself haha), but i love exploring Alphys and her personality. I could see the small monster being protective, even if she doesn’t feel like she could actually do anything.))

65. “Because I love you god damn it!” My Choice: Reader/Grillby

His hands shook as the green magic surrounded his hands. Your skin was mottled with a few bruises near your eye, but thankfully, you had been spared a real black eye. You hadn’t been spared from the busted lip, or the bloody nose, however.

“Tell me who did this,” Grillby demanded again--for what felt like the hundredth time--but you shook your head.

“No; it was a few humans and you aren’t allowed to retaliate,” You said the same words again, but this time you added, “I don’t want you to get in trouble over something small like this.”

“How can you call this small?” He growled. Grillby never yelled, but the way his flames sparked and grew told you how angry he really was, “If it weren’t for my healing magic, you’d have these bruises for weeks.”

“I appreciate the worry,” You reached up to gently touch his wrist, but he jerked his arm away, “Don’t do that.”

He didn’t answer you, or respond to your reprimand; he simply continued to heal you until all that was left was dried blood that still clung to your skin. You tried to wipe it away, but it flaked and left small dust-like red chips all over your shirt.

You stood to head into the bathroom, where you could properly clean up, but his voice stopped you.

“You have to stop coming over,” He said, “Spending time with me after work isn’t worth this.”

He waved a hand in your direction, but you knew he meant the injuries.

“Isn’t that my decision?” You felt your hands ball into fists at your sides, “A few anti-monster assholes aren’t going to keep me from hanging out with you! I can’t come before the bar opens because you’re up so late, and you only close up the bar one day a year, so what--I’m only allowed to see you the day after New Year’s?”

“Don’t make this hard,” He crossed his arms, and even from across the room towered over you, “This is your health and safety we’re talking about--how could I compare a few hours with you for that?”

Tears stung your eyes--so he still had no idea? Figures, you’d have to spell it out for him. Before you could, Grillby was speaking again.

“You can’t come back,” His voice was firm, “If you won’t listen, I’ll just ban you from my bar--it wouldn’t be hard, with my magic.”

A small panic shot through you--being banned from Grillby’s bar meant that you couldn’t even get in the door; his magic was linked almost directly with the building, and it was something that only Grillby could do, as far as you could tell--you couldn’t let him do that. Living the rest of your life, not able to even see Grillby, on top of him refusing to see you after hours?

The promise of that kind of pain made you glare at the fire monster, “Don’t you dare! I thought we were friends, Grillby!?”

“And as your friend, I’m worried about you!” He snapped, “You showed up 15 minutes after you leave for the night with blood dripping down your face and you act like its nothing!”

“It is nothing,” You couldn’t stop your voice from raising, “You healed it up in 5 minutes flat and after I wash away this blood, it’ll be like it never happened!”

“But it did!” Grillby flared up, his own voice growing, “It happened and I wasn’t there to protect you! Why can’t you just listen for once and keep my mind at ease?!”

“Because I love you, god dammit!” You spat, stomping your foot like a toddler and tears forcing their way to your eyes, “I can’t stand the idea of living for a single day where I can’t see you, talk to you, be with you!”

A hiccup escaped your throat, interrupting your voice, but Grillby didn’t raise his voice again; he couldn’t even find his voice after what you said. Love? You risked life and safety for him because you-

A sob shook your shoulders and interrupted his thoughts, “Dammit, I-”

You turned away; instead of heading for the bathroom, though, you were heading for the front door.

Grillby reached out, though he was no where close enough to touch you, “Wait-”

“No!” You spat, “You don’t want me around, fine! Just...FINE!”

The door slammed behind you, but not before Grillby heard another sob leave your throat.

((I’m so thirsty for Gaster/Reader and Grillby/Reader, but ooooh boy, am I thirsty for this sort of tension in a Grillby/Reader fic haha. Grillby is usually portrayed as level-headed and all that, but he’s a fire monster. Give me passion and hot-headed and burning love anyday *dreamy sigh*))

((I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ELAINA I’M SO SORRY ITS LATE T^T))

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