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You are a pokeshipper. Dw I also am a pokeshipper

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"Seems you still haven't changed."

"...Are you here to mock me again?"

"No not really, don't wanna deal with Kyogre again."

"...I'm literally beside your overgrown red lizard ass."

"Shut it you zombie whale."

"If you're done with your conversation with the usage of mortal terms, leave."

"Okay but mortals have good sense of words—"

"What kind of fucking logic is that."

"Leave."

"*Sigh* We heard ya King."

"Groundon."

"Geez fine. We'll leave you in your, what do humans call it? Oh right, wallowing. We'll leave you wallowing then."

The large marble doors shut tight as the two legendaries left, leaving the king in his euthymia of silent mourning.

Groundon and Kyogre walked with silence, the walls only echoed their barely hearable steps.

"It's been a while since I've used a more 'human' form."

"First, we. Secondly, it's given as the King only allows our transformation a few mortal weeks in milleniums, save for emergencies."

Both legendary Pokémon weaved a simultaneous sigh, before reaching the exit.

"The human phrase I heard fits this theme quite well."

Groundon muttered as he conjured the form he was most familiar with.

"What would that phrase be, oh dear Earthshaker."

Kyogre asked, his skin slowly becoming more blue and melted for his molecules to reform.

Groundon smirked, pointed teeth visible, before replying.

"That A King cannot survive without its Queen."

The King stood at the glass coffin, decorated in beautiful Illumions, a flower with seven white petals and vines of gold.

He remembers the how dearly his Queen loved these flowers, he remembers everything about her.

Even her own death.

The King knelt down and opened the cover, half-wishing a body was found. Yet wishful thinking was worthless.

Instead were crystals that shone in all colors were scattered in the velvet cushion, responding to his fleeting touches.

The King had to prevent himself from crushing these crystals for these were her–no, this IS her, simply hibernating in these shining gems.

Nimble fingers took the largest shard and placed it in his heart, feeding from her fading presence.

He swear to restore his Queen back, even if he had to be the destruction of his creations.

She was his sanity, his beloved.

He made a mistake to let her go.

He won't this time.

The King, Arceus, will make sure of it.

"Please retain more patience, oh loved Queen of mine."

As you can see, I'm addicted to Pokémon thanks to Leaf/Green, Emerald, Black/White 1 and 2, X/Y, and finally Sun/Moon.

This is a draft btw, if people want more I might continue.

Probably posting in Tumblr before Wattpad since I left my FF in a nearly one year hiatus there and its embarrassing to come back that easily.

Also is it weird I ship Greninja and Braixen/Delphox, specifically Ash and Serena's Greninja and Braixen/Delphox?

....Totally not implying Amourshipping.

Does this make me a Pokeshipper or smth?

Please help.

I have this syndrome of pals for life to lovers for life.

Please help [2x].

Tags: @rouecentric @spadecentral @guinevere-missviolet @korra-northeast-germany

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No need to be relatable

I literally have no motivation to write but I want to write smth.

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New fic preview

Your welcome

“Mammon wait pleas let me expl-” Beel tried to reason, only to be forced down to his knees with a punch to his stupid gut. “NO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU ARE MY LITTLE BROTHER, SOMEONE I RAISED I WAS FUCKING THERE FOR YOU AND ALL OUR OTHER BROTHERS THROUGH THICK AND THIN, I LET YOU ASSHOLES TREAT ME LIKE SHIT SO YOU Y’ALL COULD BE HAPPY. BUT YOU RUN OFF WITH MY LOVER! WHAT THE FUCK!” Both the human and the gluttoney avatar trembled with guilt. “Mammon i’m sorry-” the human started attempting  to grab his hand, only to then be bitch slapped right there. “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU!” 

Neither could catch up to the now devastated demon as he sped off.

A/N: I really want after beel because I hate him and I also hate mc lmao

#obey me mammon #the great mammon #obey me #om! mammon #mammon angst #mammon centric #mammon needs a hug #fuck mc #om! mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub slander #beelzebub angst #fuck you beel #om! beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #die mc #mc is a cheater #mammon gets cheated on #L mc #L beelzebub #anyway yeah

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he's so cute when angry oml

i want him to look down on me tbh

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Bestie you making me wild

Mammon in a suit gets me

Picrew

Sit down and let's talk about how Mammon says says a suit better than Lucifer or Satan.

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A small bit of chapter 5

Yeah stab in the back is being continued. Here's a small bit

"Hey Levi do you want to play Mario kart with me? I bought it from the human realm and thought: hey my lil bro would love this!"

"Yeah sure. Its not like a normie like you will ever win"

~~~~

"Oi oi oi your the guy making fun of Levi right?"

"Mammon wai-"

"Nah nah no one does that to my little brother"

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"Oh shit mammon this is the newest addition of animal crossing? How did you get this?!"

"Oh just some bribery y'know nothing more nothing less"

"Wow your so cool"

~~~~

"Hey mammon?"

"Yes Levi?"

"You won't ever leave me right?"

"Heh of course not"

"Good"

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Memories are often something you don't want replayed in your brain over and over again. Especially if they're supposed to be good ones that were ruined by your future actions caused by selfish envy. Running to the other brothers after your older brother trusted you with such a deep secret, then getting him like only to find he or alive but in a state where not only does he not remember you, but is actively terrified of your existence. That's stings. It's something you can't fix with a simple sorry after all.

#obey me mammon #the great mammon #obey me #om! mammon #mammon angst #fuck lucifer #l lucifer #mammon centric #mammon needs a hug #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #mammon and levi #levi and mammon #om! brothers #crow!mammon #just some mini bits

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YES! YES! MAKE THE ANGRY BITCH SUFFER

THE LITTLE DEMON AND HIS OLDER BROTHER

Made by: yuki_mura

Grammatical errors ahead!

A/n: Hello! Satan's part is already finished! I haven't posted for a very long time because of my exams. Oh, and I received a request to make a background on how mammon died. I'm still writing it:DD

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"Do you love me?" A child voice asked, lifting his head to look at his older brother. Mammon, who was sitting beside the chair holding a story book looked at him, confused by the question.

"of course I do. But why did you ask?" The older had asked, putting the book down on his lap. He inched his chair forward. "Tan, is there a problem?" Mammon questioned, his angelic eyes perfectly shone together with the moon as satan stared in awe.

His brother was truly like an angel. Satan don't understand why he was a demon...

"It's nothing. Something just bothered me." The child said, smiling slightly at his brother. Mammon returned the smile back, grabbing the story book and stood up. "How about the great mammon sleep together with you?"

Satan couldnt help but roll his eyes, giggling when his older brother went to his side, suddenly carrying him before laying down with satan on his chest.

"do you still want the story?" Mammon asked, staring at his younger brothers big green eyes.

Satan nodded, climbing down his brothers big chest to mammon's side. Mammon smile did not falter when he lifted the book in hand, opening the first page.

Satan was beginning to drift to sleep, his soft snores indicating that he was close to sleeping.

He read the sentences so graceful, delivering the story to satan with so much care and love in his voice.

For a moment, satan felt a kiss on the forehead.

".....night, tan."

And so, satan smiled.

×

A cold breeze past by, the window making a creaking sound when it slightly opened due to the air. The demon slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurry.

Satan only stared outside. It was far more different that it normally was. The outside was... terrible.

Everything was gloomy and annoying.

It was unbearable.

Satan's focus quickly snapped out when he heard the flipping of page because of the wind. He looked down, his glossy eyes staring at the book.

How long was he in here? Did he fall asleep when reading a book?

The wind blew by for the third time, flipping yet another page from the book.

"The little princess and her stepmother."

Satan read the title of the book in his mind, biting his lower lip when he remembered why he brought that book with him.

It was...

The first story mammon has ever read him. It was the story that both him and his older brother loved.

Satan opened the book, his breath hitching as he was met with nostalgia.

"the little princess and her stepmother." Mammon said in a caring tone, flipping the page of the book.

Satan flipped a page, his fingers brushing through the old picture of the characters.

"The little princess was born without a mother." The demon continued. "Her father, the king don't want anything from her." The little satan followed his brothers words, reading mammon's lips. "The only person she has was her stepmother."

"The stepmother has a daughter, but don't like the little princess." Satan read out loud. Flipping yet another page, he ignored the clenching of his heart.

"The stepmother was very fond of the little princess. And so, she tried to get close to her." Satan perked up at the mention of the word 'close.' "why does the stepmother want to get close with the little princess? They are not related?" He asked. Mammon chuckled at his little brothers question. "Maybe the stepmother sees herself on the little princess?"

"By the time flew by, the little princess felt love again in the hands of her stepmother."

As a kid, satan didn't understand why mammon liked this story so much. But I guess, it did have some familiar scenes similar to them. The blond haired demon smiled, remembering the times mammon had told his little self how he love this book. Because despite it being beginning with a happy start, it was...

"But it didn't last." Mammon's tone dropped, slightly frowing. "The little princess grew up to be a smart young lady." Mammon continued. "But as time pass, she became ashamed of her already old and weak stepmother."

Satan stopped reading for a while, as he took a breath. A very deep breath.

"S-she started belittling her stepmother, making her stepmother sad." Some of the words cracked as he spoke, steadying his posture to stay focused on the story.

"By the time, the stepmother got to the point where she was extremely sick." Mammon spoke in a saddened voice. The little demon laying in bed only watched his brother read the book in sadness as he didn't understand why he felt that way.

Satan flipped a page. "Eventually, the stepmother died without even seeing one of her children. Especially, the princess she raised as her own." Satan was nearing the end of the book. After all, it was such a short story for kids.

"...The princess heard the news and cried." Mammon stated. "She hurriedly went to the castle and when she saw his stepmother on her bed, not moving nor breathing..."

"She apologized for her actions all this time, shouting and screaming on how cruel she was to the stepmother..." Satan spoke, his voice beginning to fade as he lowered his head.

The story...

Was far too familiar.

"The princess became lonely, with noone by her side." Mammon caressed his little brothers cheek, smiling as he turned his focus again on the book. "She remembered all the memories they had, as she flipped through the books her stepmother once read when she was little."

A drop fell.

A water drop.

Satan, who was always composed and unbothered, was crying.

Because of a book.

"Tan-Tan..."

Satan wiped his cheeks with his finger, but little did it not stopped the water coming out of his eyes uncontrollably.

"you...will not end up like this little princess, alright?" The little demon was half asleep. He didn't understand what his beloved older brother was saying. But even so, he smiled.

And nodded.

Satan could feel his hand tremble, as he reminisce the memories he had with his brother. With this little book, in the same room, same time, But it was different. Because the story teller isn't here anymore.

It was just satan.

Alone.

"...Im sorry I couldnt keep my promise until the end." He managed to choke out between sobs.

A breeze of wind blew by, but this time, it was different.

It was warm.

So lovely...

"Are you telling me to not blame myself?" Satan chuckled. He closed the book and leaned in on his headboard. He hugged the book tightly in his chest. He was starting to fall asleep again.

Well, maybe it's fine.

Maybe...

He'll even meet mammon there...

His brother...

A tear fell down satan's cheeks, as he smiled in his sleep.

"Tan-Tan. I love you."

"I love you too!"

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hey guys should

should mammon get cheated on and then die? yes or no? someone answer pls​

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holyshit this is making me happy stim YESSSSSSS FINALLY HE LEAVES THEM 

Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior -Gone to the Dogs-

A/N : So I was going to write the next part of All We Do, ended up writing some Mammon angst based on Episode 8 of Season 1′s anime. It’s coming soon, so enjoy this little bit of angst while you’re waiting! Not proofread!

CW : Angst, abandonment, cursing, mentions of torture and bodily harm. Brothers being ooc

Keep reading

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a wild egg appeared?

everyone who reblogs it before Oct 25 will get a Pokemon based on their blog in their submit inbox (make sure submit is open!)

happy hatching!

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Undertale shitpost

"Hey cross?" Killer turned to his friend tilting his head  in a rather curious matter. "What? What is it?" Cross look at him, eyeing the suspicious flirt in a matter that read: u better not make a stupid your mom joke or I'll kick your butt. "Well- cross...you.. you never told me why your afraid of cows, everyone just knows it's a thing you got but I wanna know why"

Cross sweats nervously as he remembered that day. He was doing a task for his papyrus when suddenly a cow appeared out of nowhere. At first the cow was friendly he eve pet it and gave it  some food to mom on, until..Well... "it tried to eat me" dumbfounded. "What do you mean in tried to eat you? Cows are herbivores!" "We-well this cow tried to eat me! It's evil all cows are evil!" Cross would grab onto killed shoulder. "Do not trust them kill! Do not!"

~~~~~~~~~~

Horror sat across from nightmare. His eyes shut tight as his boss/friend read him a story. It was Charlie and the chocolate factory. Why was he reading a kids story to this grown adult? Well thus grown adult had a nightmare, plus everyone loves bedtime stories. But soon dust join a, sitting next to horror laying his head on the others shoulder peacefully. "Hey what ya reading" he questions. "Charlie and the chocolate factory. Why?" "Oh shit I love that book!"

Soon enough the room is filled with the whole gang. All forcing nightmare to read them that story only meant for horror. Poor nightmare guess hes not sleeping tonight. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

"SANS!" Called Papyrus breaking into his brothers room, his eyes filled with stars for he had exciting news to share. "SANS! SANS WAKE UP!" "Hu- wha- what is it paps?" The very tired elder sibling would question sitting up to look at his over eccentric brother. "I'M OFFICIALLY A ROYAL GUARD! ISNT THAT GREAT SANS?!" "heh! Yeah bro congrats. You finally got your dream job, I'm so proud of you"

Who said papyrus would never get into the royal guard? What a bunch of lying jerks, papyrus was great and he just proved it. He's officially a guardsmen! And he'll be the greatest at that!

~~~~~~~~~~~

"You really aren't like them huh? That's...that's okay. I'm sorry for everything I did to you.. I just thought you were the same person and if I treated you like them you wild remember.  But I was wrong you aren't them. You aren't chara. You'll never be them"

Frisk nods, holding onto the dying child's hand  as he starts to tear up a little. "I just miss then so much, they were my best friend. My rock to my boulder and now...now they're gone"

a/n: undertale shitpost

#sans undertale #papyrus #undertale #cross sans #nightmare sans #killer sans #horror sans #undertale shitpost #undertale chara #chara is not evil #frisk #asriel #bad sans gang #cross vs cows

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his thoughts

Being an avatar isn't really easy. I can tell you that for sure. I mean yeah I'm super powerful can kick someone else without trying, speedy as hell maybe even faster than sonic, so on so fourth. But it's not really....It's not really the life I want?

I kinda...

I kinda just want out? I don't know how to explain it without, the risk of being thrown into a mental hospital.

So uh, I'll just try it like this.

I wish I was something other than mammon the avatar of greed.

I wish I was a crow, with no worries except finding food, shiny things, protecting my territory and everything a crow needs to worry about. I wish I was a wolf. Running around in the wilds of the forest, fighting off my competitors wether it be a bear, or a hawk, or mountain lion. I do not care.

I wish I was something anything other than mammon, the scumbag, the Morningstar punching bag, the dishonorable thief of devildom even if I can't control that aspect of myself no matter how much I try. I wish  I was loved. I know I know my fans lo e me, but it doesn't matter when my own brothers don't love me. What's the point of being loved by millions when those who actually matter could give less of a shit.

yknow writing this I...I..I come to the realization

I don't think I'm meant to be here, and everyone would be so much happier if I was gone. They would have their sister back, and can be a normal family again. And I'll be able to  return to the wild where I'm meant to be. I won't have to continue taking care of a bunch of adult men who don't want me around.

Running away won't cut it though. They'll find me and I'll be punished so...

Why not die instead. It'll be so much easier.

She'll be brought back and in my next life I'll be a crow.

Yeah yeah! I'll do it. Killing 2 birds with one stone! Reincarnation here I come!

A/n: vent post? I could never

#obey me mammon #the great mammon #obey me #om! mammon #mammon angst #fuck lucifer #l lucifer #mammon centric #mammon needs a hug #therian mammon #mammon doesn't get his hug #die mammon #mammon dies #vent post #depressing shit #arthor is projecting again #fuck you mammon #tw scuicidal thoughts

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I forgot to unable anonymounsly silly me

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DiD YOU TWO FACED COPULSIVE LYING GREED BITCH!"

It was always guilty until proven innocent here in Devildom, At least for Mammon. You see as the avatar of greed Mammon often stole stuff. From small things like inexpensive dog toys he found in dumpsters to really expensive shit from the royal jewelry. But hes been controlling himself. Whilst all his brothers indulge in their flaws freely he was constantly shamed for even looking at something shiny, hence why he started avoiding the rich side of Devildom.

..

Yet here he was, hung from the ceiling getting yelled at and accused of stealing and selling one of lucifer's expensive records, Asmo's entire makeup set, over half of Levis games, each and every one if Satan's signed books, Beelz clothes, and all of Belphie's soft pillows! All. Of. Them.

"You're a thief Mammon! All you do is steal! That's all your good for!" Hissed Asmo

"But I ain't do nothing!I haven't stolen for years!!"

"SHUT UP YOU LIAR!" Yelled Levi, throwing the clothing iron at his elder sibling.

"Mammon if you don't replace E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G right now I will have you punished much worse than just hanging" spoke Lucifer voice laced with nothing but venom.

"I promise I ai-" he did not get to finish his sentence as Lucifers power over him forced him to shut up. Everyone left the room leaving Mammon hanging alone to contiplate 'his actions.'

......

"It's your fault you know" the voice cackles. A hand placing itself on his shoulder. "This all could have been avoided of you just took the diamond~"

"No! No No I refuse to! I refuse to steal from anyone else! Not from my brothers, not from the Prince, not from Barbatos, Solomon, meph, or the angels!" Hissed mammon. "Not from the witches, not from any humans, not from any innocent civi-"

"Silence you fool!" The voice hissed. Arms suddenly grabbing his neck to shut the greed demon up. "Don't you understand fool?! I'm HELPING you!" It growls. "I'm HELPING you reach your full potential as an avatar. And for you to do that you must steal! That is your duty as the avatar of greed!"

"N-no you can't make me!"

"Oh? But I can!" An eruption of laughter fills the room as swirling eyes appear in every corner that Mammon looked in, the same swirls you find used by hypnotists when making someone act as a chicken. "You may think that you are the one in control mammon, but you are mistaken. "I'm in control my dear greed demon. Not you" a soft hand touches his chin. "You need me to live"

A/n: sorry i didn't respond earlier. Anyway I'll make a part 2 eventually

#obey me #obey me mammon #the great mammon #om! mammon #mammon angst #fuck lucifer #l lucifer #mammon centric #mammon needs a hug #i hate my existence #lol #mammon must die #will continue #teehee

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No explanation needed I'm in love

Lovesick Boys

Have a Sansgore fic! Sansgore is heavily underrated and I'll gladly add to the ship! Please let me know your thoughts on the fic, and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

Underswap Sans x Underswap Asgore.

Word count: 2232.

Sans stared numbly at the ceiling above him.

He was up way past his bed-time. Asgore had infiltrated his thoughts. He’s had a crush on the monster ever since they were released from the surface. That was almost two years ago.

It also didn’t help that the anniversary of their departure from the underground was soon approaching. He huffed, rising up from where he laid. He flung the covers off his body and stormed out of his room.

He stopped at his brother, Papyrus’s room. He knew the lanky skeleton would be awake at this late hour. He knocked on the door before he let himself in, shutting the door behind him.

He found Papyrus scrolling on his phone, sprawled out on the mattress on the floor. He still hadn’t gotten a proper bed frame. Papyrus waved at his brother, beckoning him to sit beside him. He complied without a second thought, resting his back on the wall with his brother in the same position next to him.

“You’re never up at this hour, bro. What’s up?” inquired Papyrus slowly.

Sans let out a heavy sigh. “...Asgore…” he mumbled.

Papyrus blinked. “I didn’t catch that,” he replied.

“It’s Asgore, Papy! He won’t leave my magnificent mind!” cried Sans.

A shit-eating grin made its way to his brother’s face as he leaned close, inspecting Sans’s face that was now dusted in a hue of neon blue.

“I didn’t think you had the hots for him that bad,” teased Papyrus.

Sans flicked him on the head lightly.

“Isn’t it your turn to patrol tomorrow? You should really head to bed,” commented Papyrus.

“I would if I could! Sleep won’t come for me…” he said sadly.

“...How about I read you a story?” offered Papyrus.

Sans rolled his eye-lights. “I’m not a babybones…” he crossed his arms to emphasize his point.

“It might help,” hummed Papyrus.

He sighed again before he nodded as a ‘yes’ to Papyrus’s request. Papyrus beamed before he stood up from the mattress, guiding his hand through the bookshelf across from the bed.

He picked Goodnight Moon.

“In the great green room, there was a telephone...” started Papyrus.

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Papyrus shut the book with a soft thud. He turned to his brother, who was fast asleep. He couldn’t help but smile, draping the cover over himself and Sans. He, too, fell asleep.

Sans stirred awake, slowly opening his eye-sockets. Papyrus snored beside him, stretched out like a starfish. He huffed, removing his brother’s arm away from his skull. He sat up, stretching his bones before he exited the room quietly.

He started breakfast, cooking scrambled eggs and bacon.

As he finished cooking, there was a knock on the door. He paused, swiftly scraping the eggs onto two plates from the pan before turning off the stove.

“Coming!” he announced as he made his way to the door, looking out the window.

...It was Asgore.

He inhaled, then exhaled before he opened the door, twisting the doorknob.

“Good morning, Sans,” greeted Asgore warmly. Sans noticed he held an ocean blue party bag in his paw.

He was clad in a pink patterned floral shirt and dark purple jeans. His horns glistened under the sun’s natural light, his fur shifting from side to side, thanks to the wind blowing gently.

Sans ignored the sudden hue of blue that blossomed on his cheekbones.

“M-Morning, Asgore!” he stuttered out.

“Oh my! Are you alright, Sans? You’re not coming down with a sickness, are you?” inquired Asgore, worry written in his tone.

More blush rose to his cheekbones. “I-I’m alright! It’s uh… just a bit hot!” he lied through his teeth nervously.

“Ah, alright. I apologize for intruding, but I have a gift for you, considering today is the anniversary of monsters leaving Mt. Ebbot,” grinned Asgore.

“You’re invading nothing!” protested Sans firmly. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t get you a gift…” Sans curled in on himself, scolding himself for being so impolite.

Asgore extended his paw and rested it on his friend’s shoulder.

“Don’t apologize, Sans. You and Papyrus are the ones who are hosting the party tonight, remember? Consider that enough. It’s nothing special, anyway,” assured Asgore.

“Anything is special if it comes from you,” admitted Sans.

Asgore blinked, blush fled onto his fur. He removed his paw from Sans’ shoulder, letting it drop to his side. He coughed awkwardly.

Sans held in his embarrassment before he opened the door wider, an invitation for Asgore to come in. He entered the house as Sans shut the door behind him. Asgore followed Sans into the kitchen.

The boss monster took a seat on one of the kitchen chairs. Sans took the two plates of breakfast and handed one to Asgore.

“Papyrus will probably ditch my food for Muffet’s. You can have the food,” said Sans.

Asgore’s stomach rumbled in response. Sans held in a chuckle as Asgore sighed heavily, ignoring the blush rising on his face.

“...Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” answered Sans with a smile.

Asgore handed him his gift. “I hope you like it,” he said.

“The Magnificent Sans will love any gift given to him!” exclaimed Sans as he peeked in the bag.

It was a black mug, scattered with stars. It read; “good friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there…”

Sans’ soul ached at the friendzoned quote. He hid his pain with a grin. “Thank you, I love it very much! I can’t wait to put my protein shakes in this mug,” he beamed.

“I’m glad you like it,” said Asgore gently.

The two ate their meal in a comfortable silence, occasionally conversing with each other. Sans filled up his new mug with water before pouring protein power into the cup, mixing it until he was done.

He hummed with content.

Asgore took it upon himself to clean up the dishes, much to Sans’s dismay, but ultimately won the fight.

“I’ll see you tonight, Sans. Thank you for your hospitality,” he said politely before he exited the house with a small smile.

Sans stared at the door for a few moments before Papyrus came down, cancelling him out of his thoughts.

“Mornin’ bro,” nodded Papyrus.

Sans blinked and turned around. He pulled out his phone to check the time. “Oh stars, I have to patrol!” he exclaimed before he placed his now empty mug in the sink.

His magic swirled around him like a snake before he waved his brother off, teleporting to the Doodlesphere.

He noticed Dream and Ink a few feet away from him, conversing with each other. He jogged up to them, waving energetically.

The two skeletons greeted him warmly.

“The AU’s were pretty calm yesterday, except for the food raid Nightmare and his gang infiltrated in one of the Underfell AU’s,” explained Dream.

Sans sighed. “They never stop, do they?”

Dream sent him an apologetic smile and shrugged in response. “Anyway, it’s your turn to watch the AU’s, Blue. Are you ready?” inquired Dream.

He nodded before he teleported away, bidding his friends farewell.

The patrol went smoothly. Luckily, the Bad Sanses didn’t attack any AU’s and there wasn’t any conflict that needed to be resolved in the AU’s Sans visited.

He didn’t expect his enemies to be attacking his world when he finished his patrol.

Anger boiled in his nonexistent stomach.

The Bad Sanses were running amuck, causing chaos and destruction through the town. He realized Asgore was protecting a group of humans from their wrath, throwing his fire balls at Cross and Killer.

Although Asgore was a boss monster, he didn’t stand a chance against the ex-guard and the psychotic skeleton. Asgore looked exhausted, standing on his last leg.

He whipped out his phone, typing a message to his fellow teammates to meet him at his AU before putting said phone back in his pocket.

Sans had the upper hand at the moment. The Bad Sanses hadn’t realized he was present yet.

He threw as many bone attacks as he could at the two skeletons, almost knocking them out until a tendril wrapped around his hip bones and thrusted him against a large window of a coffee shop across from where he had stood.

Sans let out a groan before he rolled off his back, sluggishly shaking a few shards of glass off his body. He rose, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. His eye-lights darted towards the battle.

Thankfully, Ink and Dream had arrived with the yellow-cladded skeleton fighting off Nightmare and the artist roughing up Dust and Axe.

That left Blue to deal with Cross and Killer.

He teleported behind said skeletons, summoning a Gaster Blaster. He watched as his weapon opened its mouth, crashing its power into the two Bad Sanses. The two plummeted to the floor. Killer shakily threw a knife Sans’s way, but he swiftly dodged it.

Asgore ushered the humans away to hide. He then summoned his trident, delivering slashes to the skeletons on the ground. Cross growled under his teeth, propping his arm on the ground, trying his best to rise from the blades of grass.

Suddenly, Nightmare appeared out of thin air behind the two skeletons and opened a portal. Dust and Axe soon approached him and hopped into the portal. Nightmare bent down, easily picking the two injured skeletons up before he disappeared into the portal as well.

Dream and Ink rushed towards Sans. “Are you okay, Blue?” asked Dream. He nodded in response. Asgore limped towards the trio, making sure they were all alright.

“Come to my house, everyone. I can heal you,” said Asgore.

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The four monsters ate the boss monster’s food in silence in Asgore’s kitchen. Once they finished, the magic from the food swiftly healed them of their injuries.

Sans embraced his tall friend. “Thank you, Gorey!” he chuckled. Asgore warmly returned the hug.

Ink smirked at their interaction.

“So… Asgore, is there anyone special in your life?” asked the artist.

Asgore blinked, the two departing from their hugs and returning to their seats.

“Well, I was married to… Toriel for hundreds of years. Until she committed disgusting and cruel acts to the children who fell underground,” said Asgore bitterly.

Ink hummed in response. He gestured to Sans. “Y’know… Blue would be perfect for you. He’s the complete package,” grinned the guardian.

Asgore’s face blushed a deep red, reaching his ears. He stuttered incoherently, darting his gaze away from the skeletons.

Dream, who sat beside Ink, stepped his foot harshly onto Ink’s bare foot. Ink held in a surprise squeak, a tear running down his cheekbone from the pain.

“You… You guys should get together,” he whimpered out.

That earned him a smack on his skull by Dream.

Sans glared harshly at Ink, tempted to give him a smack like Dream did. He felt a fluffy paw wrap around his skeletal hand. He glanced at Asgore, whose face was red as a tomato.

“I...I love you, Sans. I have for a while, but I’ve been too much of a coward to admit it. I’m worried if I start another relationship, it will end poorly, like it did with Toriel…” confessed Asgore.

He stared deeply into Sans’s bright blue eye-lights.

Sans’s eye-lights widened as his brow bones rose towards the top of his skull. Blue blush fled onto his skull. He gaped his mouth, opening and closing it like a fish out of water. He was at a loss for words.

He shook his skull, putting his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I’ve been in love with you ever since Frisk released the monsters to the surface!” revealed Sans.

It was Asgore’s turn to look shocked.

The two monsters hadn’t realized it, but Dream dragged Ink away through a portal to give them some privacy.

Sans cupped either side of Asgore’s face, pulling him down to his height before he smashed his teeth into his lips. The kiss was awkward and messy, but lovely all the same.

Asgore rested his forehead on Sans’. He laced his paw between Sans’s phalanges. “I’d want nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Sans,” he uttered.

“Good, because I feel the same way,” smiled Sans.

The two kissed passionately again, a spark had started between them.

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As Sans and Asgore cuddled up on the couch, with party music buzzing off the walls, Sans turned to his now boyfriend.

They heard Alphys break something in the distance, with Papyrus scolding her. The living room was mostly empty, with most of the monsters either outside in the backyard or munching on snacks in the kitchen.

“I have a question, Gorey,” said Sans.

“Hm?” Asgore whipped his head around, a pleasant smile played on his lips. “Yes, dear?”

“Why’d you get me that mug? I thought you friendzoned me when I was given it,” explained Sans.

Asgore shifted on the couch, fiddling with his paws.

“Ah… well… Frisk begged me to get you a gift, since I wouldn’t let them interfere with our friendship to level it up into a relationship. I panicked and didn’t know what to get you, so I bought you a mug. Frisk was very disappointed in me when they read the quote…” sighed Asgore.

“That’s kinda cute,” snorted Sans.

“It is not! I was incredibly embarrassed,” protested Asgore.

Sans pecked his cheek. “Embarrassment looks adorable on you,” flirted Sans. Asgore’s face deepened red in response.

[korra-northeast-germany]

Has anyone done this yet

[korra-northeast-germany]

No need a aftermath

MUTED

-grammatical errors ahead!

-made by: Yuki_mura

...

Mammon loves all his brothers.

They were his strength to keep living. He can endure everything that was thrown by them if it's to make them happy and satisfied.

Mammon loves Lucifer. The one who saved him from his brother Michael.

Mammon loves leviathan. The first younger brother he had to protect.

Mammon loves satan. The technically youngest brother, and the one he see as his own.

Mammon loves asmodeus, the one brother that wished for him to die everytime. But even so, mammon treasured him very much.

Mammon loves beelzebub, the one who held the most guilt. And out of all his brothers, the one who was the most worried about mammon.

And finally, mammon loves belphegor. The youngest and the most grumpy brother.

...

But...

Do they love mammon?

Do they love, the second older brother who was never recognised?

Mammon didn't know. In fact, he didn't want to know what they truly feel about him.

He don't want to know if they love him, because it was never visible by their actions.

Perhaps...

Being loathed was more okay with mammon. That way, he didn't have to ask questions on why they do that even if they love him. He wouldn't need to ask was he ever enough for them. He wouldn't need to be guilty, once he pass on.

...

Mammon stared at the beautiful night sky of the devildom, admiring them for the last time. His hand placed on the large wound on his stomach, wishing to stop the blood from coming out.

He was weak and helpless.

His phone rang yet again, and guessing by the name, it was his brother Lucifer.

Ah...why was he calling?

Is he perhaps wondering where mammon is?

Should he answer it?

Well...I guess it wouldn't be that bad if he die hearing his brothers voice, right? Even if it's full of insults and scolding, Lucifer will never get the chance to hit him anyways.

After all, he was nearing to his death.

Mammon stretched his hand out, reaching for the accept button.

There was a minute of silence and footsteps coming before he could hear the eldest spoke.

Where are you?

I've been looking for you with the others, do you know what time is it?

He wants to answer.

He badly wants to cry his heart out to Lucifer, telling him how he was so tired and hopeless.

But he can't. Not with his situation.

Mammon. Are you even listening?

I'm asking where you are. You skipped lunch and breakfast. Do you really think I'll let you not eat dinner?

Ah

Was he worried about him?

Where are you?

...

Mammon was starting to get sleepy. The pain in his body was starting to dissapear. Is this how death feels like?

It seems peaceful...

"I love you." He whispered. He knows Lucifer wouldn't hear it, but it was such a nice feeling in his heart.

...

Mammon...?

I'm getting worried...

Please answer me, where are you?

...

About earlier this morning...

I'm sorry for yelling at you. That's what you're upset about, right?

...

Mammon?

...

Please.

Speak to me...