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Killer has days where he feels more like the Sans he used to be. Edge is there for those days, and for every other.

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i dunno i really like the thought of Killer having been in a relatotionship with Edge before he became “Killer”, so i wrote a soft moment between them after theyve gotten back together lmao

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tags: Hurt/Comfort, Some Fluff, Depression

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Some days, it wasn’t worth it to get out of bed. That wasn’t the norm, since Killer was almost always get up and go go go. He had to be, working for the Boss, since he was expected to do what he was told and to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The Boss wasn’t so bad of a guy. But he demanded a lot and while Killer was always willing to do whatever he asked, sometimes…

Sometimes he felt like he did before he was… this.

Back when he was just Sans, the funny guy that lived down the path, the guy with 40 jobs and none of them paid well. The guy that just wanted to lay in bed and do absolutely jack fucking shit because his head felt full of cotton and he just wanted to sleep.

Somehow, that moment had come when he least wanted it to. At least if he’d been back at the castle, he would have been left alone to wallow for a while. As it was, Edge wasn’t the kind of guy to leave things alone.

“Killer? Are you awake?”

Groaning loudly, he flopped roughly on his side, peeking up at Edge through a hole in the burrito he’d turned himself into. “No. ‘m still asleep, ask again later.”

Edge’s laugh, dark and rich, would have normally been enough to get Killer’s libido going at the very least, but today all it did was make him feel kind of guilty.

“I think you are awake, little star, and do you know how I know?”

Wincing, Killer glanced warily up at him. “How d’you know?”

With one, smooth sweep of his arms, Edge had lifted Killer up into the air, limbs flailing and fangs bared as Killer yelped before settling into his arms like a despondent cat.

“This doesn’ answer how you know ‘m awake, asshole.” Killer grouched, trying not to smile as Edge laughed again, heading out through the bedroom door and down the hallway.

“I know you are awake because you don’t look so sad when you are asleep.” Edge answered, leaving a small kiss to the top of Killer’s now exposed skull. The warmth of a blush began creeping over Killer’s face even as he grumpily hmphed.

“Yeah yeah, well. Yer prettier than sin when you’re sleepin’, so I guess we’re even.”

Edge shook his head, chuckling as he gently set Killer down on the couch, flopping carefully beside him with the TV remote in his hand.

“Yes well, as that may be, something is bothering you and we will sit here and “veg” and “comfort eat” and watch “trashy TV” until you feel well enough to tell me what is wrong.” His face set in determination, Edge turned on some monster fish show he’d found reception for, Killer watching in pure fascination as a human lifted what had a be a heavy ass fish out of a river.

Edge’s words only made sense a few minutes later when he still hadn’t gotten up from his spot, only barely in Killer’s space with an arm up and behind him on the back of the couch. Well. That wasn’t really gonna do, so with the remaining strength he had left, Killer flopped over onto Edge’s lap, sighing in contentment as Edge began scratching along the sutures of his skull.

It didn’t take long to fall asleep like that, Killer waking up a few hours later with a scratch in the back of his throat and his head fog only marginally better. Edge was still holding him, but had fallen asleep himself, leaned back against the couch rather than sitting up in the almost militant way he always did.

Looking up at him, Killer could feel the remnants of what he used to be like, the person he used to be, weeping for the life they could have had.

“I’m sorry I can’t be tha guy you wanted, Edge…” he whispered, before turning back to the TV, watching the remaining episodes of whatever cooking marathon had come on the strange channel.

He didn’t notice Edge peeking down at him, something like sorrow in his gaze, nor the absolute adoration that hid behind it.

It didn’t matter. Edge would show him just how much he loved him, even if it took the rest of their lives.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #killer sans #underfell papyrus #killer/edge #depression depiction #hurt/comfort

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someone comm me to write cash/reader thats really fucking soft and ill write on it tonight and tomorrow till its done i swear to god

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any papyrus

im not picky uwu

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Edge was delighted when Red told him the story of you scaring off the bigot, so much so he called you down from the roof to tell you so.

He literally came outside and yelled for you, in a way you knew had to be seriously freaking out the neighbors, but the whole neighborhood figured your house was at least possessed or something.

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still needing that 6$ BUT have some ghost!reader :D

tw for mention of dementia like symptoms (not reader)

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Edge was delighted when Red told him the story of you scaring off the bigot, so much so he called you down from the roof to tell you so.

He literally came outside and yelled for you, in a way you knew had to be seriously freaking out the neighbors, but the whole neighborhood figured your house was at least possessed or something. No one ever lived there long, and the one older couple that had lived there the longest after your death had ended up moving to a nursing home.

It saddened you to think about the older lady, her husband leading her out the door with wobbly steps. You knew it was for the best, she didn’t have much cognizance left, but you still wished you’d been able to say goodbye.

Still, with Edge yelling your name outside where everyone could see and hear, you quickly decided you’d rather they not get kicked out for noise complaints and sunk down to the porch, just hidden in the shadows of the evening air.

“What’s up, Edge.” you asked, his eyelights scanning for you before they lit up as he found your form.

“You!” He marched up the stairs, pointing inside as he headed through the door, waiting for you to float-walk through before shutting and locking it. He started talking as he led the way to the kitchen, grabbing his apron and slipping it on.

“I wanted to thank you for protecting my brother!” he continued, bustling about the kitchen with purpose, with you just sort of standing there. It wasn’t like you could really sit without concentrating, so you just watched.

“It’s no problem man. The guy was an asshole.”

Edge laughed. “Yes, so I’ve heard. Still! I thought that a reward was in order, for being kind and for… well.” He turned to you, bowl and spoon in his hands and a furrow in his brow. Which was weird, but there was very little that was static about these skeletons.

“I worry. For my brother. Being home alone all the time is hard on him! He suffers greatly and…” Pausing, he looked at you. Something felt like it was searching you, like a pressure that went through you until Edge finally smiled. It wasn’t a large smile, and honestly it was a little sad, but it was still a smile.

“And I think having someone watching out for him when I cannot be here is a good thing.”

And with that he turned back to the stove, vigorously mixing whatever it was he was cooking, leaving you a little speachless.

“Uh… yeah. I get that.” you finally answered, feeling more than a small amount of self conscious. “Why doesn’t he just work with you?”

Edge stiffened, making you wonder what it was you’d said wrong. He seemed to think for a moment, pouring his batter or whatever into muffin casings before sticking the two trays worth into the oven. Turning around, he crossed his arms, now refusing to look up at you.

“I… do not think he should.”

You opened your mouth to ask why, like an idiot, but he stopped you, continuing.

“The Underground was harsh. Unlivable for someone like my brother, but he has strengthened much since we were children.” Eyes darkening, he muttered a “And in ways he never should have.”

Finally looking up at you, he grinned, sharp. “I, of course, excelled at living in such conditions. I’m a born fighter, and I have killed many.”

He said it like it was honorable, like it was the most normal thing in the world to say, and you struggled to keep your face straight because it sounded like, wherever they came from? It was.

You tried to imagine a place where killing and protecting yourself was a daily grind, where it was common for people you knew to just. Disappear one day, never knowing what really happened to them but figuring they were probably dead.

It was horrible. And it put Red’s situation into perspective.

“Is Red… Does he prefer time to himself?”

Edge, ever the busy body, had returned to the fridge, getting out ingredients for what you assumed was icing. “In a way, I suppose. Really, he has a fear of… well. Most things regarding conflict, these days.”

Turning one more time to you, he gave you a serious look. “Do not tell him I told you these things. It is perilous to reveal my brother’s weaknesses, but… I trust you.”

And there was something to those words, something you were not going to overthink. Instead, you nodded. “I’ll try not to say anything.”

He nodded in return, and the two of you waited the next twenty minutes in mostly silence, Edge having turned on the radio about 5 minutes in. Watching him sway along with the likes of Sinatra and old timey jazz was hilarious, making you wonder what kind of music they got Underground.

Once the oven dinged, you stared with fascination as he took what you knew now to be muffins out of the oven, setting them on the stove in their little colorful papers. There was some sway involved cleaning while they cooled, neither of you really feeling the need to fill the air with conversation.

But when he piped the frosting on, you were shocked as he held one out, somehow the paper lining your favorite color. You stared dumbly at it for a few seconds, then looked up at his smug face.

“Dude I can’t eat food. Dead, remember?”

Edge scoffed, which irked you a bit, but suddenly your hands were full of muffin and… and… and you were actually holding it??

“What??” you asked, intelligent as always, and Edge scoffed again.

“It’s made of magic, human.” Grinning, the guy winked at you. “Even if you were ‘dead’, you would still be able to consume it.”

Shaking, you stared down at the warm food in your hands, every bit of it looking so delicious, and when you bit down, fully expecting it to phase through your face in a really disgusting way… when it filled your mouth with warmth and a strange, fizzing sensation… you tasted bananas.

And you might have cried a little. But only Edge was there to see it, and he only teased you a little before handing you a second muffin once you’d scarfed the first one, so he was allowed.

#fresh writes #undertale #underfell brothers/reader #ghost reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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we’re at 44$!!! 6 more bucks and we’ll hit 50$!!!

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1. If I had You (ghost!reader/UF bros) 2. The Truth is that I’m Screwed (spicyhoney) 3. Colloquialism (spicyhoneypuff) 4. Giving Your Cards Away (spicymaple) 5. Hot Ginger Macarons (reader reverse harem) 6. Fly High (edgeberry) 7. Fish in the Sea (reader/PSwell bros) 8. Disconcerted (kedgeup)

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i thought, for April as a test run, we’d try something new!

every donation, big or small, will go towards fic updates! the reward tiers are as follows:

10$ equals 2 random fic updates 25$ equals 2 voted for fic updates 50$ equals 3 random fic updates 75$ equals 3 voted for fic updates 100$ equals a raffle for 3 oneshots (there will be 3 winners picked total) 150$ equals 4 random fic updates

the fic update pool for April is:

1. If I had You (ghost!reader/UF bros) 2. The Truth is that I’m Screwed (spicyhoney) 3. Colloquialism (spicyhoneypuff) 4. Giving Your Cards Away (spicymaple) 5. Hot Ginger Macarons (reader reverse harem) 6. Fly High (edgeberry) 7. Fish in the Sea (reader/PSwell bros) 8. Disconcerted (kedgeup)

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i thought, for April as a test run, we’d try something new!

every donation, big or small, will go towards fic updates! the reward tiers are as follows:

10$ equals 2 random fic updates 25$ equals 2 voted for fic updates 50$ equals 3 random fic updates 75$ equals 3 voted for fic updates 100$ equals a raffle for 3 oneshots (there will be 3 winners picked total) 150$ equals 4 random fic updates

the fic update pool for April is:

1. If I had You (ghost!reader/UF bros) 2. The Truth is that I’m Screwed (spicyhoney) 3. Colloquialism (spicyhoneypuff) 4. Giving Your Cards Away (spicymaple) 5. Hot Ginger Macarons (reader reverse harem) 6. Fly High (edgeberry) 7. Fish in the Sea (reader/PSwell bros) 8. Disconcerted (kedgeup)

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so I’ve got a new goal on Kofi lol

this is for both my mental and physical health, and because I just wanna have a great lookin’ bod. being on the bigger side is hurting me more than anything ;u;

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The point of going to the tiny coffee shop every day was not drinking the coffee. That was not to say there was anything wrong with said coffee, just that he wasn’t going there specifically because they had a nice dark roast.

It was a little hipster place, as most coffee places were on that end of town, and while it really only had the more exotic coffee blends going for it, that wasn’t why he went there either.

No, Edge Aster had a very specific reason for going to The Mean Bean every morning at exactly 10 a.m., and that was to see the tiny skeletal barista that sleepily made his way in for his shift at that time.

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this was for members over on my ko/fi!! join for as little as 1$ a month ^^

tags: Fluff, coffee shop AU, minor hurt/comfort, Disabled Character, Sans is disabled, They're In Love Folks

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The point of going to the tiny coffee shop every day was not drinking the coffee. That was not to say there was anything wrong with said coffee, just that he wasn’t going there specifically because they had a nice dark roast.

It was a little hipster place, as most coffee places were on that end of town, and while it really only had the more exotic coffee blends going for it, that wasn’t why he went there either.

No, Edge Aster had a very specific reason for going to The Mean Bean every morning at exactly 10 a.m., and that was to see the tiny skeletal barista that sleepily made his way in for his shift at that time.

Sans Font was adorable. Edge had always attested to it, no matter how crazy it made him sound to his friends. The little barista was older than him (he had a 30-years-old pin on his apron), and yet seemed very down to earth. Sans was a sweet person, and never turned anyone away.

He never asked why Edge was there every day, sitting on the little loveseat by the east side window, or why he asked for the same drink every day. The reality was that he didn’t need to, for the reason was obvious.

He only greeted Edge as he did every time, watching as Edge came up to the counter, a lazy grin on his face and a pad of paper in hand.

“What’ll it be today, Mr. Aster?”

Edge smirked. “It will be the same as every day, Mr. Font.”

Sans looked down at his notepad, scratching at the corner of his skull. “Ah, you’ll have’ta remind me, sir. I don’t think I have it down yet.” Glancing up with a cheeky grin, Sans laughed as Edge rolled his eyes.

“One large dark roast with…two marshmallows, please.” Edge grit his teeth on the end, knowing that if he didn’t ask for the sugary treats, Sans wouldn’t add them.

“Right away, sir.” Sans grinned, saluting once as he put his notepad away, not a thing written down.

After Edge got his coffee he’d sit back at the little table by the east window, gazing out at the blue skies. He’d fish each marshmallow out, nibbling on the melted bits before wiping his phalanges with the napkins left at the table. Then he’d sip at his drink, relishing in the warmth and the bitter taste at the back of his throat.

Sans would never have time after their first interaction in the morning to really come over and chat, so as soon as he was finished, Edge would clean up his mess, give Sans a nod, and leave for work.

The thing was, he would see Sans again later in the afternoon, just as they did every day. Few understood their arrangement, but those that did didn’t question it.

Working for the Embassy meant that he had quite a bit of leeway with his hours, which made it easy to leave around lunch and head back for the tiny coffee shop, a pair of paper bags in hand.

Sans was already removing his apron when Edge walked in, eyelights turning to stars as he made grabby hands at them. Sighing, Edge ignored the onlookers as he hefted Sans over his shoulder, walking behind the counter and through the kitchen, all the way to the back alley where Edge had parked his car.

“Did you get the goods, babe?” Sans asked, impatient as always as he tried his best impression of a sack of flour. Edge rolled his eyes.

“Yes, you impertinent koala. Give me five minutes to get on the highway and you may have your lunch.”

Sans made a sound that was akin to a purr of pleasure, but Edge didn’t let himself think about that. If he did they would do little more than defile this alleyway, and that was a good way to get Sans fired.

And it would not do to have Sans fired just because Edge couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Once Sans was dutifully in the car, seat belt buckled and eagerly waiting, Edge handed him the bags, huffing a laugh as Sans began rifling through them immediately for his cheese burger.

The Grillby’s logo on the side would have been a giveaway on its own, but the smell of grease and melted cheese cinched it completely. Edge didn’t exactly support the establishment, but it was very special to Sans, so in turn, it was special to Edge.

He hopped into the driver’s seat, and as promised, headed straight for the highway to the outskirts of town.

He often picked Sans up, on his half days of work. His datemate could not drive, and wasn’t able to ride the bus very often. It was disastrous on his joints to do so. He and Edge did not live together yet, so it was usually Papyrus who took Sans to work every morning, leaving Edge to do the dirty work of getting his brother home every night.

He’d gotten Papyrus’ blessing at one point, though he wasn’t sure he and Sans would ever actually tie the knot, so to speak.

He’d leave it up to Sans. Edge didn’t mind one way or the other, as long as he got to keep the little skeleton in his life. He didn’t think he’d ever find love, not after a long line of horrible memories. Not after he’d nearly hurt his last partner, though he’d gone deep into therapy after that.

No, this was special, and it was something Edge was going to hold onto as tight as he could.

Pulling up to the house Sans and Papyrus shared, Edge got out, opening Sans’ door and waiting for him to hobble out before gently taking his hand and walking with him up the sidewalk.

“You can come inside, y’know.” Sans said, quiet, as if Edge could ever refuse him.

“I think I will. If only to make sure you eat more than a single burger today.” Edge answered, a harrumph in his voice. It got Sans to laugh, which was really what mattered.

Yes, most didn’t know why Edge went to the tiny, hole in the wall coffee shop every morning, at 10 o’clock sharp.

Those that did decidedly kept their thoughts to themselves and minded their own business. It was easy to spot two people madly in love, after all.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #kedgeup #fluff #disabled sans #theyre so in love

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“Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth…”

That… that was a little peculiar, but again, most pop songs were like that. But it got him thinking, back to a moment in their relationship when things weren’t exactly peachy. When he and Sans got along like cats and dogs, water and oil and all that shit.

Long before he had Sans’ ring on his finger and bond on his soul.

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this is a oneshot for one Itscomplickated over on twitter and Ao3!! 

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Minor Angst, Kind of a songfic?, Established Relationship, Fighting

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or read it below!

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“Call me in the mornin’ to apologize…”

Red perked up, not looking up but listening intently as Sans continued singing along with whatever music was playing from his headphones. He stood by the sink, raising his hoody sleeves to start on the mountain of filthy dishes that’d somehow appeared in their house.

Red was doing his own part by keeping the laundry going, filling and emptying the washer and dryer as each load finished, then folding whatever there was that didn’t just get hung up.

Hanging clothes was easier than folding, in his star’s honest opinion.

“Some days you’re the best thing in my life…”

Yeah that sounded like a pop song. One that Red probably didn’t know, or if he’d heard it, didn’t care enough to remember the lyrics to look it up later.

“Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth…”

That… that was a little peculiar, but again, most pop songs were like that. But it got him thinking, back to a moment in their relationship when things weren’t exactly peachy. When he and Sans got along like cats and dogs, water and oil and all that shit.

Long before he had Sans’ ring on his finger and bond on his soul.

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They had met just a few months before, when the machine had fritzed and he and his boss were now stuck in some sugar sweet universe. Edge had taken to it a little worse than Red had, had to go to some head shrink for a few months just to adjust to not having to fight for his life and position all the damn time.

Red… had probably needed to do the same, but his pride wouldn’t let him. He was getting along just fine, thanks, he didn’t need to tell some stranger about his feelings .

(He never made fun of the practice in front of Edge. The woman Edge’d found, graying with crinkles around her eyes, had done wonders for his transition into the skeleton he was now. Red would never do anything to sabotage his brother, no matter what anyone might have thought.)

But Sans… Sans was a thorn in his side, a persistent smudge on his glasses. A general annoyance at best and an absolute nuisance at worst. He and Sans didn’t get along at all, which sort of made the little get togethers with the rest of their little growing family kind of awkward. Paps and Edge really got tired of it quick, until one night… the two of them were shoved into a star’s damned, honest to god closet.  

Edge and Paps had laughed as Sans actually started losing his cool and cussing them out.

“You may have out of there when we hear something kinder coming out of your mouths!” Paps had commanded, Edge harrumphing an affirmation before they both walked away, leaving Red shoved uncomfortably with his worst enemy in a tiny ass closet.

It was true they’d been nagging at each other all fucking night, playing what had become mindless pranks and trading stupid, meaningless barbs. It was also true that even Red was starting to get sick of it, his insults less than stellar.

He didn’t know how Sans felt about their usual back and forth, but he could feel the aggravation and anger coming off of him now, pressed with his back against Red’s chest.

“Yer uh… yer could prob’ly take us outta ‘ere, couldn’ ya?” Red mumbled, shifting in place to try and give them both a little more breathing room.

Sans just grumbled a quiet “Paps would just stick us back in here, dumbass.”

“That doesn’t sound KIND, Sans!” came the call from outside the door, Sans giving the source a glare that even made Red a little uncomfortable. Not scared, there wasn’t a whole lot about Sans that you could call “scary”, but definitely unnerving.

They sat there like that for a few minutes, Red’s back starting to ache from the pressure of holding them both up. Finally, after a long moment of surly silence, Red decided that, for once in his miserable life he’d be the bigger man. Skeleton, whatever. It was time one of them took this step, and it might as well have been the murderous dick from the kill or be killed universe.

“I’m sorry.”

The quiet that followed was palpable and filled with no small amount of shock. Sans didn’t turn to look at him, the movement aborted when Sans remembered their current situation, but the fact that he wanted to was well telegraphed.

“What??” came the incredulous question, and well. What better time to explain himself than now, when Sans wasn’t able to just leave when he heard something he didn’t like?

So he did.

“I’m sorry fer antagonizin’ ya. Fer tellin’ ya yer don’t matter. You do matter, y’know?”

Sans was subtly trembling, but Red couldn’t tell why.

“What, to who? You??” Sans snapped, and it fell into place when the sound of his ragged breaths came through the otherwise silence of the closet. “I don’t matter to anyone other than Paps, and that’s fucking barely. Who are you, sayin’ I matter?? You just want outta here! Don’t fucking-” He cut himself off, tears evident in his voice, and Red had never felt lower.

“Yer do matter. Ta me, ta Paps, ta my bro. So many people care a’bout ya, Sansy. Don’ sell yourself short , heh.”

That startled a watery laugh out of Sans, a genuine sound that Red had never heard before, and… he kind of wondered what was left to discover about his doppleganger. Whatever it was, he was a little excited to find out.

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Red came back to the present as he felt a heavy weight settle on his lap, Sans grinning unapologetically down at him.

“Head in the clouds, ya big lug?” Sans teased, Red huffing a laugh as he tucked his face into Sans’ chest, breathing him in.

“Jus’ thinkin’ about this. About how glad I ‘m I was tha bigger skeleton.” he teased, Sans gasping in fake shock as he pushed Red away.

“I’ll have you know I was in love with you long before that, asshole.”

Red blinked at him, long enough that Sans’ expression softened, Red accepting the soft kiss that Sans gave him.

“Don’t be a dummy and come help me with supper.” Sans finally whispered as he backed away, Red chuckling.

“Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

#fresh writes #undertale #sanscest #kustard #fluff #established relationship #past fighting #hurt/comfort #depression

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It took a few days for you to warm back up to the thought of being physically, or well. Spiritually around the brothers, which you felt was understandable. Edge wasn’t super patient as far as you could see, and Red was kind of an enigma.

An enigma that you planned on solving today. The guy was confusing, always laughing about stuff you didn’t think was funny, or saying random cryptic bullshit that Edge seemed to understand immediately. Brother code, if you had to guess. You were a little more solid than usual, having a purpose. Ghost stuff, probably. You hadn’t had a reason to do more than lounge on the roof for at least two years.

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yayyy more Ghost!reader/UF bros!! mind the tags on this chapter yall, it gets a little rough in this one!

tags for this chapter: racism, violence, past domestic abuse (its just someone that used to live in the house), accusation/mention of fellcest (theres no fontcest in this fic, no worries), and ghost stuff

read chapter 3 on Ao3

or read it below!!

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It took a few days for you to warm back up to the thought of being physically, or well. Spiritually around the brothers, which you felt was understandable. Edge wasn’t super patient as far as you could see, and Red was kind of an enigma.

An enigma that you planned on solving today. The guy was confusing, always laughing about stuff you didn’t think was funny, or saying random cryptic bullshit that Edge seemed to understand immediately. Brother code, if you had to guess. You were a little more solid than usual, having a purpose. Ghost stuff, probably. You hadn’t had a reason to do more than lounge on the roof for at least two years.

Not since that last family. All it’d taken was a single backhand and an anonymous call to the cops for them to move out… your little demonstration of anger about the whole thing had helped speed it along.

But Edge had a job on the outskirts of town, apparently. You had only barely caught the tail end of a conversation about it before Edge was out the door and driving down the road in their beat up little yellow beetle. Red though, he didn’t seem to have anywhere pressing to be, sat in the kitchen going through stacks of papers.

You waited until he was settled in and through the first stack before you let yourself go through the wall, knocking as well as you could a couple times to get his attention.

You weren’t afraid of either of them, per say… there was little that could actually hurt you these days. But you also didn’t want them to damage the house trying anything stupid, because then it’d be demolished and you’d be stuck outside.

There weren't many facts you knew about ghosts unless you’d experienced them yourself, and being outside constantly was a huge drain on your energy.

When your knocking didn’t alert him, you called softly out instead. “Hey Red.”

His head snapped up, eyelights flashing in warning before his sockets widened, body slumping back in his seat. “Hey man, yer scared the shit out o’ me.”

You shrugged. “I mean, isn’t that what ghosts are best at?”

Giving you a side eye, he went back to his papers. “Yeah, if yer say so.”

Annoyance twinged at you, but you floated over to him anyways, mimicking walking. You could tell he was still sort of looking at you, his focus not 100% on whatever it was he was working on.

Just before he could actually say anything though, whether positive or negative, a knock came from the front door. Almost instantly you were a little more see through, and if Red noticed (which you were pretty sure he had to have noticed ), he didn’t say anything. Just sighed and stood, leisurely padding to the increasingly angrily knocked on door.

You stayed back as he opened it, invisible now since people were never really your strong suit. But… something about this was making your energy go wild with apprehension, so you stayed, watching.

“C’n I help ya?” Red asked, the man standing on the other side of the door looking all kinds of pissed. His face red, he nearly spat as he answered.

“Yeah. You and your boyfriend can get the fuck outta here, we don’t want your kind here.”

Red blinked, then laughed. “Yer mean my bro? Tha’s not the first time someone’s thought that, I guess.” He was still laughing as the asshole outside slowly clenched his fists, and wow, you didn’t even know the Font brothers all that well and you knew they didn’t mean any harm.

“I said get out! Or I’ll be back with a shotgun and I’ll put a few bullets in your-!”

He didn’t get a chance to finish whatever threat he was going to say, because when you saw Red’s shoulders go rigid, you saw nothing but a dark crimson shade of anger.

Suddenly, with more power and energy than you’d felt in years, you were on the porch, standing tall in this asshole, racist’s face, mouth agape with teeth bared and hands like claws reaching towards him.

He had the good sense to step back, at least, but he didn’t start running until you let loose your best scream. It was chilling, you knew it was, because even this breed of asshole took the fuck off as soon as they heard it. He hopped in his truck yelling a stream of “Fuckin’ ghost! Fuck, gotta get outta here- Keep your stupid house, monster piece of shit!” before he took off down the road at a much higher speed than you thought the road signs really allowed.

Slowly shrinking back to your normal form, you let yourself hunch a little. It always took a lot out of you, taking that form, and it wasn’t any different now even when you’d had more energy.

There was a clearing of a throat behind you, which was exactly when you remembered that Red was still there. Turning to him, you kind of expected the worst, but he was just staring at you, not in fear, but in pure fascination. And okay, maybe there was a teeny bit of fear there, but you weren't going to judge him for it.

Raising his hand, and slowing down when you flinched, he gently poked you, both of you grimacing at the feeling of his finger passing through your shoulder. His energy, his and his brother’s, still wasn’t something you enjoyed feeling actually touching your own, but it was starting to get a little more manageable.

“A ghost, huh…” Red mumbled, before he headed back into the house, waiting for you to float along behind him before he shut and locked the door with magic. It was only when he sat back in his seat in the kitchen that he looked at you again, something like gratitude there.

“Uh… thanks.”

You chuckled, figuring he probably had to fight to get those words out in the first place.

“Don’t mention it.”

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He had the bun by the scruff, reminding him that fighting wasn’t the way, when the sound of his brother’s short cut came through just beside him. Papyrus glanced at him, irritation on his face.

“Brother I am telling this young bun about the dangers of growing blood lust. What do you need?”

Sans grunted, but Papyrus could hear the grin on his face. “I did somethin’. Wanted ta show ya.”

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wooo an update with Blind!Edge! this time with some tomfoolery ;D

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Major Injury, Blind Character, Naturally Blind, Edge is blind lol, he doesn't let that stop him!!, BAMF Edge, BAMF Red, Fights, Alternate Universe - Underfell,Tell me if i need more tags, Homelessness

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It was a strange day when Papyrus was interrupted in the middle of telling off one of the children; Sans never interrupted his scoldings. The rowdy bun had decided it would be a good idea to push another child down, their altercation enough to reach Edge’s auditory canals from nearly halfway to the Forest.

He had the bun by the scruff, reminding him that fighting wasn’t the way, when the sound of his brother’s short cut came through just beside him. Papyrus glanced at him, irritation on his face.

“Brother I am telling this young bun about the dangers of growing blood lust. What do you need?”

Sans grunted, but Papyrus could hear the grin on his face. “I did somethin’. Wanted ta show ya.”

Papyrus groaned, but turned to the child still in his hand, giving them as stern a look as he was able. “I do not want to hear of you hitting anyone again without good reason, am I understood Bunnothy?”

“Yessir…” he answered, and Papyrus nodded resolute, gently putting him down before turning fully to Sans.

“Show me.”

~.~

The basement wasn’t much to listen to, the clinking of metal over the strange hum he’d been hearing the past few nights a little more than unnerving.

“Sans, is this what you’ve been doing, staying up so late?” he asked, irritation back in his voice, but Sans only gently took his hand, pulling it to some large box.

“I put dad’s old machine back ta’gether. We c’n head outta here.”

Papyrus blinked, feeling the machine up and down, avoiding pulling out any of the wayward wires. He could picture it in his head, weird colors and blinking lights, but as Sans led him over to the corner of the room, he couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of dread. His hands were guided up to feel a much bigger box, with what felt like a shuttering door.

“Sans what do you mean?” he finally asked, his brother’s words catching up with him.

He could hear the grin on Sans’ face as he answered. “Other universes bro. Maybe one’s wit’ extra food, extra supplies.”

Papyrus straightened, face settling into a hopeful smile. “Do you think we could try to go to one? Just to scout things, perhaps see what other Us’s are like?”

Sans chuckled, the sound warm. “Already ahead of ya bro. Yer wanna take a day trip?”

And what else could Papyrus say but yes?

~.~

Sans was careful leading him into the machine, Papyrus almost hitting his head as Sans maneuvered him into a safe position. Then there was the clink of the door shutting, the whir of it coming to life, and the endless coldness of a void that took Papyrus’ breath away.

Then the machine slowed to a halt, and Sans was helping him back out of it, just in time for the basement door above them to open, thundering footsteps coming down.

Papyrus straightened, giving Sans three short taps to the back. It was their code, a simple request to keep Papyrus’ weakness a secret. Sans took his hand and gave it a squeeze; a positive response. Then Papyrus was being accosted by a version of himself, excitable yet somehow genuine, and a larger version of his brother, sounding much more peppy and upbeat than Sans ever was.

He was led upstairs, his spatial awareness of their own house his only saving grace, his hearing and sense of touch on overdrive. Sans was careful to redirect him as needed as discreetly as possible, but soon enough they were seated in a living room, the couch lumpy under him in a distinctly unfamiliar way.

Now they were Edge and Red, if only for clarification this Papyrus said, and Edge took it as a badge of pride.

No one seemed to notice his ailment, at least not that they openly stated, but soon enough he was finding himself enjoying the company.

“So Edge, can you cook?” Papyrus asked, and Edge grinned proudly.

“Yes, I am excellent at finding my way around a kitchen.”

Red scoffed playfully, but Edge ignored him. “Don’t listen to him, he loves my dumplings.”

Papyrus clapped happily, seemingly vibrating at the thought of Edge cooking with them.

At least… until the door opened, the rough feeling of being checked washing over Edge as he stood, glaring at the newcomer.

“It’s impolite to check someone without asking.” He said carefully, and almost winced at the derisive scoff that came from whoever it was standing there, judging him with malice in their soul.

“And it’s impolite for a monster with high LV to come into a Judge’s house without warning him. Isn’t it, Blue?”

The Sans that had welcomed him so warmly sounded indignant as he answered with a “Well I didn’t know when you were coming home, Papyrus. Red wanted to bring his brother.” Then, with a bit more venom, “Besides, his LV isn’t the highest you’ve seen by far.”

It made Edge feel exposed, the two of them bickering over the unwanted dust on his hands in a way that made it feel open and out there for anyone to see.

Still, this Papyrus was correct about the customs dealing with Judges, and he didn’t want to intrude.

“It’s alright, Blue, he’s right. I’ll take my leave and come back with a peace offering, if you’ll have me.”

There was a surprised grunt from across the room, but Edge only looked in Blue’s direction, almost hearing the sad smile on his face.

“Of course, Edge, come over any time you want.”

Edge nodded once, then grabbed Red’s scruff, hauling his vaguely grumbling brother up and heading back for the basement. Papyrus called a goodbye, Edge giving a wave over his shoulder before hauling Red back downstairs, shutting the door firmly behind him.

He didn’t want to hear the ensuing argument he could feel brewing, setting Red down in front of the machine before giving his skull a rub.

“Headache?” Red asked, sounding concerned if not preoccupied, but Edge just grinned.

“Not nearly as much of one as that Papyrus will have.”

He was glad they were in the basement, his brother’s roaring, gleeful laughter enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

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It was a few days later that Razz called, Slim not even bothering to check the caller ID before answering. His older brother had set his personal ringtone to Back In Black and Slim had never bothered to change it.

Somehow it fit a lot more than Razz probably thought it did. Somehow his style went between goth teenager having a fit and suave businessman that didn’t know what it was like to lose a deal.

~.~

well, i actually finished this fic (its 18+!!), so have the last couple chapters XD

read chaps 7-9 on Ao3

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