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lyney-s-bitch · 4 years

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may i request 8 angst for enmu and 7 fluff for douma pretty please ? owo

hello again mj~

I don’t know wtf happened w Enmu’s, just take it— XD

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8. "I can’t sleep."

Enmu

The crescent moon shed its dim light upon you while you were strolling through the streets of Tokyo, seemingly aimless, having no particular destination in mind. You felt restless, despite being so tired that you wouldn’t be surprised if you just dozed off for a bit while walking. Passing a random alleyway, your steps suddenly came to a halt. You surely weren’t mistaken. The presence you had felt just now...

"Enmu?", your voice resonated from the walls, only to be interrupted by a second, far softer one. "Good evening. Or would night be more fitting? The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?" He tapped his chin and fell silent, a distinct sign that his thoughts were already wandering on.

"What are you even doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be around for some time since you don’t like the city", you carried on, actually surprised by the encounter with him. "Hmmm, it’s because master had summoned me and the other lower moons. He disbanded them altogether and killed all of them but me", his usual carefree tone made it sound like it weren’t very alarming news, which they obviously were. "So now I’m staying around here for a bit to properly plan my next move", he went on, obviously utterly unbothered. His cloudy gaze then fell upon you, questioning "And what makes you wander around like this?" You shrugged, answering courtly "I can’t sleep. I haven’t found a safe hideout nearby yet, but I like it here so I’m gonna keep looking."

You were a demon yourself, but Muzan had denied you a position among the twelve kizuki quite some time ago already. Though you had encountered two or three of the lower moons by now, Enmu was the only one out of them you had actually taken a liking to. Which seemed to be a mutual feeling, seeing as he had already dropped by to visit you one time or another when he knew you were nearby.

The fact that the lower moons had been disbanded just recently was indeed shocking, knowing how this had never happened before. Although you wondered what had made Muzan spare Enmu. Was it his rank as lower moon one? Was it his absolute devotion towards him?

You heavily suspected the latter.

"Hmmm, is that so?", Enmu interrupted your train of thought, tilting his head to the side. "I could help you looking and put you to sleep then. Maybe give you a nice dream, too? You can return the favor later." Blunt as ever, although he was being genuine here. And you appreciated the gesture, give-and-take was the best way of doing things in your opinion, despite the fact that demons weren’t supposed to work together. But the fact alone that Enmu was the one suggesting it put you at ease, because you knew he wouldn’t ever do anything to displease Muzan, especially given the current situation.

"I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to decline. The situation has changed, so I don’t think it would be good for me to stay around here. Thank you for telling me about it."

"What a shame.. maybe we’ll meet some other time, then." He gave you a slight smile while walking past you, waving his goodbye before eventually disappearing in the dark.

"Farewell."

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7. "You must be the reason for global warming, cuz you’re hot."

Douma

Douma had left you alone in the small wooden cabin you both shared for the time being. The gracious founder had decided to take a few days off to be with his beloved partner, but this evening he just couldn’t resist the urge to go back to see how they were doing without him there.

And the only reason you stayed behind was that he promised he’d be back very soon. Liar.

So now here you were, cowering on the bed, completely engulfed in a huddle of blankets. It was snowing outside, an event you should’ve seen coming before but you didn’t realize it’d actually get THIS cold.

By the time Douma entered the cabin, you had finally warmed up a bit, but fearing the threatening cold too much to get up and greet him. He scowled for a bit, but quickly realized why you didn’t want to leave your cave.

"Oh? Is my lovely girl comfortable?", he chirped, as cheerful as ever. "Shut up, you’re the one who left me alone here!", you retorted, pouting heavily. "I didn’t think you were that sensitive to the cold though, you’re together with me, after all!" "Will you get your ass over here now or continue mocking me?", you asked, genuinely curious which one he’d choose. "Awww how could I resist you my love, especially when you’re asking this nicely?"

He sauntered over to you, grabbing his kimono on the way. You just now realized that he must’ve been walking through the cold with nothing more than his usual shirt, which made you facepalm internally. "You’re really lucky you’re a demon, otherwise you long would’ve frozen to death you know that", you muttered, rolling your eyes at the silver-haired man in front of you. "Hahahahaha, maybe", he chuckled while lifting the blankets to join you. The sudden wave of cold air made you flinch, before it was replaced by the feeling of his warm body next to you. You didn’t waste time to latch onto him, not bothering to question how it was even POSSIBLE for him to be this warm now.

"I’m so coooold", you whined, nuzzling your face in his neck. "Oh? That sure seems like a lie. I rather believe you must be the reason for global warming, cuz you’re hot." You nudged his chest with your fist, obviously not up to jokes right now. "This comes a bit late now, moron." He chuckled once more, pulling you even closer to him while draping his kimono around you. "You think so? I’d say it’s never too late to tell you that you’re hot." "Hmm okay, you might have a point there."

And well, in a sense, he was kind of right. Wrapped up in a bunch of blankets, all pressed up against Douma’s tall figure, you certainly couldn’t avoid warming up real soon.

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wolfpawn · 5 years

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When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 49

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte felt as though she was on fire and drowning in ice simultaneously. She could hardly breathe in the midst of it all. She also felt exhausted. Every time she tried to wake up, she felt herself being pulled under to sleep again.

“I told her the day I do that is the day Lady Sharpe allows her son to marry the barmaid's daughter.” There was a chorus of laughs to that comment. “That rain is down for the night I’d say. Good thing the horses are...what the...Dick, get a horse rug, we need to get her to the house, go!” Charlotte could not tell what was real and what was not. She had no idea if the shaking feeling she felt was truly occurring as her muscles ached from the energy they had used from shivering. “Miss, are you alright?” The man asked as he shook her slightly in an attempt to rouse her.

“That’s no mere Miss, that’s Lady Sharpe.” Another stated.

“You serious?”

“That’s her, I see her every day as she goes for her walk, I say hello to her as she passes. That is Lady Sharpe.”

“Dick, better saddle a horse, she needs a doctor, she’s like ice.”

“It’s too cold.” Came the call from across the stables.

“For God’s sake man, she’s our boss and she is bloody dying, get over yourself and tack the horse, I’ll do it. Emlyn, have Mrs Matthews told I am gone and I will need one hell of a cawl when I get back.”

“Go, Dylan, and for the love of God man, be fast.” Emlyn, the first man to talk pleaded. “Dick, get that horse rug, we’ll get her back to the house.”

The doctor rushed up the steps of Foxgrove, he did not even remove his cape as he rushed in the door, Mrs Matthews pulled it from him as he passed her. “Where is she?”

“Up the stairs, to the right, far end of the corridor.” Mrs Matthews instructed as they rushed.

“How long was she in it?”

“She left here at two as she always does, the rain started at half past, the men found her at half three.”

“It’s awful bitter out, what in Heaven’s Name is a woman doing out in that weather, much less alone?”

“She tends to do her own thing and none can dissuade her. She’s not the sharpest girl.” Mrs Matthews dismissed.

“That would be apparent.” The doctor mumbled as he made his way to the bedroom. When he entered, he looked at the maids trying to make the room warmer, Charlotte’s sodden clothing by the fire. “Let me see her.” He walked forward and shook his head at the pale palour of her skin and the bluish tinge to her lips. “How many blankets?”

“Three,” One maid answered.

“Give another two and for the love of everything, make that fire bigger. If she is to have any chance of beating this, she needs to warm up.”

“The fire does not rise any higher in here, Doctor.” Mrs Matthews answered.

“Why is the Lady of Foxgrove in a small bedroom? Why not the Master bedroom, that one has a fine fire.” The doctor recalled when he tended to the family over the years in the largest room, which indeed had a fine fireplace.

“She never uses it, she says she feels it is not her place to do so.”

“Lord, but she is daft, she is the lady of the house, where else does she think she should be? Get Mr Matthews and two of the burlier boys working here, we’ll move her in now. Get the fire in there stoked and readied.” He ordered the maids, who immediately rushed about doing as they were told. “Let’s see if we can save her.”

When Charlotte woke, she felt as though she had been struck in the head by a large blunt instrument at force as well as forced to swallow an old torture instrument known as a pear of anguish she had once read of, before it was yanked harshly from her throat. Breathing felt as though she had cat’s scratches in her chest and she felt as though the blanket over her was too heavy.

“Lady Sharpe?” She turned slightly to see a maid nearby rising to her feet. “I will call Mrs Matthews.” With that, the maid left.

A few minutes later, which felt like an eternity to Charlotte, Mrs Matthews rushed into the room. “Lady Charlotte.”

“What…?” Her voice was raspy and broken and even attempting to speak was agony for her.

“You got caught in the rain, Ma’am. Some of the yard workers found you in stables, sodden and like ice. We called the doctor, he has tended to you since.”

“Thomas?”

“Master Thomas is resting in the nursery.”

“I...feed…”

Mrs Matthews pursed her lips. “He is fed and tended to.” Charlotte tried to speak again. “Lady Sharpe, I was forced to call a wet nurse.” Her face showed her anguish at that revelation. “I am not sure if you are aware of this, Lady Sharpe, but you have been sleeping for three days.” Her nostrils flared as she processed what was said to her. “You nearly died, there have been times that we genuinely did not think you would make it, Your Ladyship. A telegram has been sent to Cumbria to inform Sir Sharpe of your condition.” Charlotte wanted to tell them to send another and not have him concern himself, but she could not speak and trying to fill her lungs with enough air to even attempt to do so was agony, so she could only lament silently.

Joanne was not meant to go to the Post Office at that time, she merely went in as she was assisting Mrs Delaney with her messages when the postmaster looked ashen-faced at a telegram that had just come through.

“You look somewhat upset, Joseph.” Mrs Delaney commented.

“A message, from Wales, for Sir Sharpe.” He stated. “Lady Sharpe is after taken badly ill.”

“What happened?” Joanne forgot propriety, all she cared about as what had occurred to her beloved Edward’s loving sister.

“She was caught in a terrible cold downpour, the poor woman, apparently she has caught pneumonia.”

Joanne felt herself begin to shake with terror. “Mrs Delaney, forgive me.” With that, she rushed from the Post Office to Edward’s home. As soon as she made it there, a startled Mrs Davies looked at her. “Edward?” She panted.

Mrs Davies, seeing the anxious look on Joanne’s features let her in immediately. “He is just back from seeing to Mr Summers.”

“I need to speak with him.”

“Whatever is the matter?”

“Are we alone?”

“We are.”

“It’s Lady Charlotte, she is gravely ill.”

Mrs Davies’ eyes filled with fear. “He is in his office.”

Joanne rushed through the house and to Edward’s office, not even knocking before she entered causing Edward to stare at her startled. “Joanne?”

“Charlotte is sick.”

“What?”

“I...post office, telegram, Charlotte.”

“Joanne, please, I cannot make sense of what you are saying.”

“I was just helping Mrs Delaney at the post office when a telegram came through, Charlotte has pneumonia, she is gravely ill.”

Edward swallowed and thought of the letter he had received only a few days ago from his sister. He could tell she was lonely from her writing and worried for her then, now, he worried all the more. “Does Sir Sharpe know?”

“No, they were going to ready the telegram for him when I was there.”

“I best offer to bring it to him.”

“But your sister…”

“Joanne, if I go and demand everything from Joseph, how does that look?” She bit her lips together. “At best they will think there is some sort of affair between Charlotte and I and I do not want people speaking of you as a fool or my sister as a harlot, and a doctor without reputation cannot call himself a doctor in that community for long. I need to have him make the demands for more information, he is her husband.”

“You’re right, I just...if she…the baby...”

“Shhh, do not fret. Charlotte is the strongest woman I have ever met. Some cold will not take her. She will not allow herself be taken from her son, I know it.” Inside, Edward was terrified, he repeated his words to himself time and again, solely because he had to, if not, he would panic. “I will go and see what I can do.” There was a faint knock on the door, one Edward knew well. “Mrs Davies?”

Mrs Davies entered. “I am sorry to disturb you, Doctor, but the Postmaster is here, he has something he requires of you.”

Edward nodded. “Stay here until I leave.” He whispered to Joanne. “I will talk to you of it later.” She kissed his knuckles and nodded. Edward left the room. “How may I be of assistance Joseph?”

“It’s Lady Sharpe, Doctor. She is on death’s door in Wales. I received a telegraph for Sir Sharpe regards it. I do not think it the sort of news to bring without someone of your training. I would bring the reverend, but I do not think Sir Sharpe to be a religious man.”

“I think you right there. Come on, this news will get no better with us standing here.” He urged, noting the slight reluctance in the Postmaster’s movements. “I can go alone if needs be? I know you are busy at the best of times.”

“I would usually decline and go, Doctor, but I am a man down today and Crimson Peak is no short trip.”

“Of course.”

The trap ride to Allerdale Hall was unpleasant in the weather and the journey seemed even longer than it had before. Edward thought of his sister, she had been healthy leaving Cumbria, guilt filled him, the point of her going was to keep her from getting ill. He had wanted her to go, he thought it a good idea, yet now it could be what...he shook the idea from his head, but the thoughts of his nephew losing his mother, him losing his sister. As the trap trotted along, he found himself weeping at the idea of losing his second sister. She was the youngest, strongest and the healthiest, she was supposed to outlive him, he was not supposed to deal with this again.

The cold cast iron gates that declared his arrival at Allerdale looked even more grim, in the distance, he could see the house and the associated buildings, but the one that caused him to swallow was in the far left of the land in front of him, the Sharpe family crypt. He prayed and prayed that his sister’s remains would not be gracing that building, much less in the next few weeks, or worse, her staying in Wales, where he would never get to lay a lily on her, or daffodils, her favourite flower each Spring. He did not want to know what the inside of that crypt looked like, not now, or ever and most definitely not for his sister.

He pulled the reins of the pony as he got to the building, looking at the men working at the machines he noted his brother-in-law was not amongst them so he walked over to the foreman. “Where is Sir Sharpe?”

“He were ‘ere yesterday looking like he’d seen a ghost, not seen him since. We ‘ave our instructions and we’re doing them.” Carson, the foreman and Joanne’s uncle declared.

“Thank you.” Edward walked to the door and knocked before entering. He was into the foyer when he saw Mrs Phillips. “Mrs Phillips, is Sir Sharpe here?”

The housekeeper looked at him with uncertainty. “He is, but I fear he is not in the greatest of forms, Doctor.”

“Is something the matter.” Mrs Phillips looked at him with uncertainty. “Please, speak freely.”

“I am not sure Doctor, he is like one that is being haunted by dark things.”

“How so?”

“He has not slept a wink at night from what I gather since Duckie and the little one left, he dozes off in random moments but wakes more agitated than he fell asleep and he is ill often.”

“Where is he now?”

“In his workshop.”

“And where might I find that?”

Thomas felt the cold more than usual with the lack of sleep. The nightmares were worsening. He had not had them in some time, not since Charlotte had entered his life. He had them after Lucille killed Edith and her doctor friend, but no sooner had he met Charlotte, the light of her character banished the shadows of his ghosts. The cries of the mutilated child he and Lucille had created had now become resident in his mind and in corners, as he focused on other things, he was certain his saw movements for which there was no logical explanation. He felt himself going mad. Another image that terrified him was that of Charlotte. He thought his mind playing tricks, but for the past few days, Blake was constantly whining and curling up on some manner of clothing or blanket she used. At first, he thought the dog to be pining for her, she was, after all, his mistress, Thomas had purchased him specifically for her, to give her the dog she always yearned for and she treated Blake with such love that the dog could not but be loyal to her. But it had started so sudden, over a fortnight since her leaving and only since her art room had become so cold, he knew it was something more than merely missing her.

When there was a knock on his workshop door, he swung round in his chair with fright. He looked at it for a moment before hearing the floor outside creak. “Mrs Phillips?”

“No.”

Thomas’s brow knitted together at that voice. He rushed over and opened the door. “Dr Thompson?”

“You need...what on Earth happened you?” Edward had thought, going by the word of the foreman and Mrs Phillips, that Thomas was just a little under the weather. The truth was far more concerning. His skin was all but waxy, his hair was unkempt and his eyes surrounded by dark circles.

“Why are you here?”

“What happened to you?” Edward repeated, not allowing himself to be sidetracked.

“I have not been able to sleep,” Thomas responded. “Why are you here?”

“A telegraph from Wales, Charlotte has gotten ill, very ill. Pneumonia.”

“W...What? No, I sent her there to stop her getting ill, no.”

“She got caught out in an icy shower from what it says, she as found freezing in the stables.”

“Why are you…?”

“The Postmaster is a man down and it was me or the Reverend and I think it is safe to say, if there is a God, he has not graved this house in many a year and none to reside here fear Him.” Edward walked into the room, for a moment, he was not the least bit interested in the contents of it, but when a torn and dirty old mural came to his attention, he frowned. “No wonder you cannot sleep. I would have nightmares if this is what I spent my day in. I think I will from just being here now.” He looked around more. “Why are you even up here?”

“What is it to you?” Thomas retorted sharply, looking at the telegram relaying his wife’s illness to him. “I need to go to town.”

“Town? You need to go to Wales, not town. You need to be with her.” Edward snarled.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t...my sister, your wife is on death's door and you ‘can’t’ go to her?” Edward rushed forward into Thomas’s face. “I knew it. I knew you were just dumping her there and that be that. You have a son, you are even rid of your cruel and overbearing sister, it is all well and good for Sir Thomas now.”

“If you think I want to be in this cesspit of a house by myself, then you are as blind of sight as you are of hatred for me.”

Edward stepped back slightly, startled at the manner Thomas had referred to the house with. “Then why?”

“Mr Brown is a terribly influential man. He can be bought, but money will only get so far. If I do not have this readied for the police station in the Spring, he will have us sued and I am not the one with the money, Charlotte signed her name to the deeds for it also, it will all be taken from her and Thomas, I cannot risk that. She made me promise that I would not fail at this, she made me, she stated ‘no matter what’. If I go now, she will know I broke that promise.”

“I think her dying overrides that if I am honest.”

“I do not think it does. Charlotte gave me her orders and I will obey. This telegram is a day old, clearly whoever took it did not think to tell the postmaster. I will go and see if it is still as grim.” Thomas pulled off the blanket he had been using to keep warm and shuddered.

“You’re losing weight.” It was an odd statement to make, but one that as a medical professional, Edward could not help but notice. “Your housekeeper states you are ill.”

“I am fine.”

“I think you are lying.”

Thomas was about to retort when the crying in his mind started again. He shook his head to try and dislodge it but it simply remained. When he looked up again, Edward was looking at him as though he was mad. “I...It will not stop.”

“What?”

“Can you not hear it?”

“The wind?” Edward looked around, trying to understand what Thomas was hearing that he could not.

“The crying.”

“There is no crying here.” Edward was not sure of much at that moment, but he was certain there was no crying. “I think you to be losing your mind, you are like one that is.”

“I am not. This house, it is not like others.”

“Well, it is practically Death Hall.” Edward could not help the comment, it had been said before he could help himself.

“You don’t understand.”

“What I do understand is you are acting like a madman and I think, professionally, that you should be analysed by people who understand such things in the correct setting,” Edward stated factually. “You are like one in need of entering an asylum.”

Thomas’s eyes darkened at Edwards words and without saying anything in retort, he grabbed Edward by the arm and pulled him along with purpose, out of the attic workshop and through the house. Scared that Thomas was about to do something harmful to him, Edward was wary and remained to the inside of the stairwell, away from the bannister as they descended it to the floor that housed the bedrooms. Thomas did not even look at him as he walked through the hallway and opened a door, all but throwing Edward into the room. “This is Lottie’s art room, I chose this room for her because it is one of the warmest and easy to keep warm rooms.” He stated clearly.

Edward shivered, his breath turning to condensation in front of his face. He was about to retort when he recalled it was a warm room last winter when his sister and he had conversed in there regarding Thomas and Lucille. He also noticed the fire, that was clearly burning for a considerable time, yet seemed to be emitting no heat.

“Ask Mrs Phillips, nothing has warmed this room in three days, three.”

Edward swallowed and looked at Thomas worriedly. He watched as Blake rose from some blankets, having not realised the dog was there before that and looked at him sorrowfully.

“He will not leave this room but to relieve himself, he stays in here, specifically choosing to bring Charlotte’s warmest shawl and blanket in here, they were in our room, he dragged them here and lies in her favourite spot, shivering and whining and has done, for three days.”

Edward felt a chill go up his spine that was nothing to do with the cold temperature of the room. He looked around it almost fearfully.

“I told you already,” Thomas looked him in the eye as he spoke. “This house is like no other.”

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vex-bittys · 7 years

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A Wound Too Deep: Swapfell x Underswap (Part 3: Rise)

Swap Papyrus can’t bring himself to trust a Fell monster. Mutt can’t trust himself. Underswap is so different, but Swap Sans is so like... him.

Contains: language

(Under the cut due to length)

Mutt couldn't bring himself to go back downstairs and face a night alone with his thoughts, and the Papyrus from this universe had banned him from Sans’ bedroom. Mutt ended up dozing off in the upstairs hallway, sitting across from the closed door of his Master's lookalike. It was a testament to his mental and physical exhaustion that he didn't awaken with the dawn as his Lord had always required.

Mutt woke to find the house occupants missing. Panic and shame fought for control in his chest. They'd left! They'd abandoned him! Everyone had left him, and it was all because of his failures. They’d known, known he’d let his brother die, and they had shunned him for allowing it to happen. He deserved this. If the roles were reversed, his Lord would never have let that human escape. He would’ve avenged his brother or dusted trying. Mutt had let his Lord down, had neglected his duties, and now he’d suffer a lifetime of despair and loneliness because of it.

How had things gotten so fucked up? If only he could go back... If only he could fix this... The murmur of voices interrupted his whirling, anxious thoughts. He wasn’t alone. The other two skeletons were downstairs, speaking in low voices, probably trying not wake him from what they would consider a well-deserved rest and his Lord would describe as undisciplined laziness. Mutt rushed down the stairs, desperate for a distraction from the constant pain of his memories.

Mutt tracked the murmuring voices to the kitchen, but the moment he entered the room, the conversation stopped. The other two skeletons had obviously been talking about him. The silence stretched, filling the room with an uneasy tension.

“The Magnificent Sans has prepared a hearty breakfast for you, Pup!” the cherubic Sans shouted into the noise vacuum, holding up a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

“Mutt,” Mutt corrected, ignoring the food. He ached to take a bite; hunger gnawed at him. “And I only eat m'Lord’s cooking.” The not-his-Sans’ face fell, and Mutt felt like he’d been stabbed in the soul. He couldn’t disappoint this small, friendly skeleton, but he also couldn’t disobey.

Papyrus stepped in front of his crestfallen brother protectively, as if Mutt had physically attacked him rather than simply declined his offer of breakfast.

“In our universe, we don’t let monsters starve,” he commented dryly. The statement wasn’t meant to be cruel, but the implication that his Master had forbidden him to eat through sheer sadistic spite had Mutt’s proverbial hackles up. “And what’s with the collar?” The Papyrus continued in his languid drawl.

“Papy!” admonished Sans, shocked by his brother’s bluntness, but Mutt didn’t need the smaller skeleton’s help.

“In our universe, we don’t let our brothers get poisoned. M’Lord has his rules for a reason. You can’t trust anyone where I come from. Our King moved to the Ruins of Old Home because he was paranoid that his wife, the Queen, would murder him to seize the throne. Every single monster in our universe is more than willing to lie, cheat, and kill to get ahead. Why do I wear a collar? Because I trust m’Lord with every aspect of my life. It also serves to let those other treacherous monsters know that if they cross one of us, they cross both of us,” Mutt ranted hotly, eyes ablaze with life for the first time since Sans had found him.

Papyrus noticed that Mutt still spoke of his brother in the present tense, as if his Sans was still alive. Mutt touched his collar proudly, but his fingertips grazed the fabric of his brother’s scarf, hidden underneath it. Suddenly the proud fierce skeleton wilted. Mutt had been part of a matched pair, but now that bond was gone, dissolved into dust like his beloved Lord. He no longer had that underlying thread of trust and comfort to hold onto; he felt exposed, isolated. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

The memories began to replay. The red eyes and the gleaming knife edge lived in his soul now, taking over everything. Dust. Dust. Everything was dust.

A small hand slipped into Mutt’s unexpectedly. He jolted back to reality. Sans. Not his Sans, but Sans. He squeezed the small hand- so solid, so real. His alternate brother looked up at him with eyelights that same pale blue, brimming with concern and heartache. Mutt couldn’t look away; he felt like he was seeing into his own soul through the familiar yet unfamiliar sockets.

A much heavier arm descended on his shoulders. Papyrus gave him an awkward and insincere side-hug, subtly nudging his brother to a safer distance from the dangerous stranger. No matter how sad his story might be, Papyrus couldn’t trust Mutt around his innocent little brother. Sans remained oblivious to the mutual dislike shared by the taller skeletons.

“We need to get your mind off of what happened!” declared Sans in his enthusiastic, too-loud voice. “I know! We can go recalibrate my puzzles!” Mutt smiled sadly. Sans’ energetic attitude would’ve been contagious in any other situation, but he couldn’t muster anything except tired acceptance and a desire to be anywhere but here.

Mutt nodded.

Mutt couldn’t will his feet to take another step forward. The three skeletons stood on the road leading into Snowdin Forest, and Mutt had frozen. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to see where it had happened. He couldn’t walk that path again.

“You could come hang out with me and do sentry duty,” Papyrus offered, leaning against a thick tree trunk with his hands in his hoodie pockets, chewing a sucker stick that protruded from his mouth. Mutt stood as close to Sans as possible without bumping him.

“Papyrus! You only ever go to your sentry stations to sleep!” complained Sans with feigned outrage.

“You caught me.”

Mutt glanced back and forth between the two skeleton brothers. This Sans didn’t push his Papyrus at all. He simply accepted the shirking of duty as part of his brother’s personality. Mutt’s brother always wanted him to improve, to succeed, to excel. These brothers seemed... indifferent, a luxury his universe didn’t afford. In Swapfell, you were strong or dead, and his Lord’s strict demands had kept them both alive and flourishing... had.

“Don’t you ever patrol with your brother?” Mutt asked Papyrus incredulously.

“Nah,” replied papyrus. “He’s pretty magnificent, and I just slow him him down.”

Sans laughed. “Aww, Papy!”

“Besides,” Papyrus continued, “our universe is safe. There’s nothing out there my little brother can’t handle.” Sans struck an exaggerated heroic pose at his brother’s compliment, but Mutt still had lingering doubts. Mutt and his Lord feared very little in their own universe, yet one tiny human had changed everything. He shifted his weight from foot to foot uneasily.

Mutt sighed. He couldn’t avoid Snowdin forest. These naive skeletons didn’t understand the dangers potentially lurking nearby. He couldn’t let this Sans risk stumbling upon a human. “I’ll help Sans check his puzzles.”

Papyrus gave him a long unreadable stare before vanishing with a poof of displaced air.

Mutt found it hard to believe that they’d been in the woods for so many hours playing with actual puzzles. His head had whipped around at the slightest out-of-place noise or hint of a disturbance. He’d spent all day on high alert just to discover that the human traps in this universe amounted to little more than silly games. He hadn’t mentioned it.

Sans’ eyelights had shone so brightly with joy as he explained each complicated solution to Mutt, who he referred to as Pup no matter how often Mutt corrected him. One human trap had been a simple cardboard box, held up at one end with a stick. A frozen plate of tacos had been used as bait. They’d replaced yesterday’s “bait” with a fresh plate of frozen tacos. This bright-eyed Sans’ excitement had never wavered.

Mutt and his substitute brother had avoided the path to the Ruins, choosing instead to build snowmen in a small clearing before heading home. Though thoughts of his own brother were never far from the forefront of his mind, the afternoon had passed peacefully for Mutt. Dinner, however, presented its own problems.

Papyrus and Mutt occupied opposite ends of the sofa in an uncomfortable silence only broken by the occasional clack of a sucker against Papyrus’ teeth. Sans had vanished into the kitchen, promising to make his brother and his brother’s dark twin the Best Dinner Ever. Mutt listened to the crash and clatter of someone who wasn’t very good at cooking making a colossal effort to whip up his very best dish. In his universe, those sounds heralded an enchilada dinner of biblical proportions.

Mutt’s mouth watered, but he couldn’t accept the offering of food even though the delicious smells from the kitchen were brutally chipping at his self-control. When Sans called them for dinner in his cheerful voice, Mutt shuffled to the table reluctantly. He didn’t want to see Sans’ face when he refused to eat again. Sans placed three plates heaped high with tacos on the table- one for himself, and one in front of each of the lanky skeletons. Nobody ate. Sans cleared his throat.

“Pup!” Sans pointed a gloved finger at his not-brother.

“Mutt,” mumbled Mutt, trying to avoid looking at the tempting food.

“I... mweh...” Sans hesitated, but finally found his voice, declaring confidently and firmly, “...I order you to eat!”

Mutt’s jaw dropped in shock. Papyrus stifled his outburst of laughter with both hands. This round-faced, adorable version of his brother had attempted to command him in his own brother’s voice... and failed in the most miserable, most heartwarming way possible. This Sans could never manage a harsh and commanding tone. He had a soft, soothing deep voice that had never been used to issue orders.

But Mutt couldn’t resist him. This food wasn’t poisoned. Sans had put a great deal of time and effort into making a suitable meal for Mutt. Would it dishonor his Lord to accept the offering? Could he actually bring himself to refuse?

“Yes, Sans.” Mutt picked up a taco and bit into it. Much like his Lord’s cooking, the entire meal was barely edible, but like his counterpart from this universe, he cleaned his plate and graciously thanked Sans, lavishly complimenting the food and the talent it must have taken to prepare it.

As a beaming, humming Sans picked up the dishes, Papyrus rose from the table and gestured for Mutt to join him outside.

Papyrus seated himself on the steps outside the back door. He took a candy wrapper out of his pocket and removed the sucker from his mouth, carefully wrapping it in the crinkly paper before stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. He reached into a side pocket on his cargo shorts and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He placed one in his mouth, then offered the pack to Mutt. Mutt shook his head.

“Not allowed?” asked Papyrus, lighting up.

“I chose m’Lord over my vices. Nothing will ever change that,” stated Mutt flatly. “Doesn’t your brother disapprove of smoking?”

“That’s why I only smoke outside,” replied Papyrus smoothly.

“But you still smoke,” Mutt pointed out.

“It’s not like I have lungs to pollute.” Papyrus shrugged. “You need to realize that our universe isn’t all or nothing like yours was. Of course I care and worry about Sans; we’re brothers. Sans and I each have our own lives though, our own bonds and friendships with other monsters. We can function separately because we don’t need to constantly watch each other’s backs. This universe has a freedom that yours doesn’t. You should enjoy it.”

“You know as well as I do that we aren’t weak monsters, Papyrus. I could’ve had freedom in my universe, but I chose to stay with my brother, to protect him and help him achieve his goals. Once he became a Royal Guard, I thought my work was done. I’d smoke, drink, and sleep all day because I thought m’Lord didn’t need me. He gave me a choice. Take the collar, stay with him, and allow him to help me get my life under control or leave forever and live life my way. He couldn’t stand by and watch me self-destruct. I could’ve had freedom. I chose the collar. I was just as scared to lose him as he was to lose me. I guess in the end, it didn’t matter.”

Mutt’s breath rose into the frigid night air, a mirror of the exhaled smoke from Papyrus’ mouth. Papyrus smoked, and Mutt watched the mica-chip stars as the moments crept by.

“You aren’t planning on killing me and trying to take my Sans away, are you?” Papyrus finally spoke, a lazy wisp of magic drifting out of his left socket as the eyelight glowed a bit brighter.

“I considered it,” Mutt responded honestly. His mind constantly strategized, playing out every possible scenario to choose the best option. He had, in fact, considered killing this Papyrus and maiming this Sans to look like his Lord, but he’d discarded the plan before it had even fully formed. “Your Sans could never be my brother. Nothing will ever change that either. Nothing can ever compare to m’Lord.”

“At least you’re honest about it.”

“Only because I decided not to do it.”

The next day, Sans invited him to a training session with the Captain of the Royal Guard, Alphys. Papyrus seemed much more relaxed about letting Mutt hang around with his brother, and Mutt needed a way to occupy his thoughts so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed again. Besides, all of the monsters in this universe were pacifists, and Mutt wondered what battle training here could possibly consist of. Swearing? Middle fingers? Aggressive hugging?

It baffled Mutt that this Sans hadn’t obtained a Royal Guard position yet. He claimed that Alphys said he needed more training, but Mutt suspected that this cute , gentle version of his Lord lacked a killer instinct. Mutt sat on the sidelines while Alphys and Sans stretched, warming up their muscles for sparring, Mutt assumed. The pair struck some heroic poses that made the corner of Mutt’s mouth twitch into an almost-smile, then they wrestled amicably for awhile before going into Alphys’ house to make tacos.

Not one single attack pattern or defensive move had been practiced.

Mutt confronted Sans about it on the walk home. “How are you supposed to train without trying out attack and defense maneuvers?”

“Mweh heh heh!” laughed Sans, startling Mutt. Mutt had never heard such joyful laughter from his own brother’s mouth. How strange and wonderful. He liked it, but it made him wish his Lord had had a chance to experience such humor during his lifetime. “Of course we don’t use real attacks! Someone could get hurt!”

“Or you might actually learn something,” muttered Mutt. “You’ll never achieve your full potential training that way. My brother is-” Mutt froze, gulping in air for several seconds before he managed to continue “-was a Royal Guard, but he had to train hard to earn it. Watch.”

Mutt summoned a bone attack aimed at Sans, who barely scrambled out of the way in time to avoid damage.

“W-what are you doing?” Sans sounded frightened, not at all like his usual confident self.

Mutt repeated the attack exactly as he had done the first time, and Sans dodged easily. When Mutt used the same attack a third time, Sans countered with his own fierce array of bones.

“I’m showing you what you’re truly capable of,” answered Mutt simply.

Each day, Mutt and Sans trained in the forest- in between checking Sans’ puzzles of course. They always avoided the trail to the Ruins, and Mutt always had a fresh attack pattern to challenge the would-be warrior. Doing battle exercises with this Sans gave Mutt a purpose. He still missed his own brother; how could he not? His Lord’s absence was a sharply painful wound that would never truly heal, so Mutt dedicated himself to making life better for this Sans the way his brother had made life better for him.

Every night, he went to sleep on the downstairs couch, holding his Lord’s bandanna tight and wondering if his brother would be proud of him. At first, he’d doubted himself. Every day that he continued to live flew in the face of his brother’s legacy. After a month had passed, he began to think his brother would approve of his actions. He never removed the collar, but now the smooth leather felt a lot less like the shackles of guilt and grief and more like a monument to his brother’s memory that he carried with him.

That day, Mutt and Sans trained hard. Mutt pressed forward with complex combinations of attacks, and Sans defended deftly before launching a particularly clever counter-attack. When they finished the round, they stood facing each other, sweat trailing down their skulls, mouths open to pant softly, creating robust steam clouds in the chilly afternoon air.

Mutt smiled, a full and genuine smile that actually felt like it belonged on his face. Sans returned the smile with a huge one of his own, looking up at Mutt with round blue eyelights that captured the ambient light beautifully. They were so close that Mutt could feel the warmth of Sans’ breath like ghostly fingers on the front of his shirt.

“You were amazing,” Mutt congratulated the smaller skeleton. Sans had shown incredible improvement in both attack and defense, and Mutt couldn’t praise his quick mind enough.

“Thanks, Pup. You’re pretty amazing too.”

“Mutt,” Mutt said automatically. He still insisted on using the name his Lord had given him.

Without warning, Sans grabbed a double fistful of Mutt’s turtleneck, pulling the larger skeleton down to his height. Mutt couldn’t even sputter a question before Sans’ mouth was pressed to his, tongue sweeping his sharp teeth, begging for entrance.

Mutt couldn’t do this. This was not his brother. It wasn’t right. He-

He opened his mouth, sliding a hand up to cradle the back of this gentle Sans’ skull as their tongues stroked and jostled each other. He could feel the smaller skeleton, the skeleton who was not his brother, the skeleton who would never be his brother, moaning into his mouth.

“Mmm... Pup.”

He didn’t break the kiss. He didn’t correct the misnomer.

I’m so sorry, m’Lord.

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Reference sheet of my Kirby fan character, Hailan! Read on for her full bio!

Hailany’ma Uhanga

Species: Arranzan / Kiridan hybrid (father is Arranzan, mother is Kiridan)

Parents: Father: Miho Uhanga | Mother: Kalhi Uhanga

Siblings: Five brothers, four older and one younger, only three are still alive.

Current profession: She works as a mercenary employed by the Demon Hunter Agency; her current job is to ensure the safety of Kirby of the Stars.

Main traits: Kind, patient, good-hearted, blunt, can be harsh at times, often merciless toward her foes.

Gender: Is known to be a male, but she is actually a female in disguise. When she wears her mask, she tones her voice down to sound male. Years of training made her extremely convincing.

Bio (Full story, beware of spoilers):

Born into a humble, wealthy family in the small mountain village of Kiristo Village, Hailany’ma was first thought to be blind upon her birth. It was only later that shamans and healers determined that she could, actually, see just fine. One shaman told her parents: “She was blinded by the light of the Goddess, and now her sight resides in her realm.” The common consensus in the village about the young hybrid’s eyes is that she “sees better than most”.

As a female, Hailany’ma was taught as though she was a small copy of the Goddess, like all other females; she was taught the proper etiquette and the strict laws concerning females of their kind, however Hailany’ma was also raised around boys and a Kiridan mother who was much less strict about the laws, so she often played like a boy. She would always be more rough than other girls, she wouldn’t hesitate to go play in the mud and playing with wooden swords with her brothers, and she dreamed of one day being taught the art of the sword by her father, who was a high ranking officer in the Imperial army. Watching him train his martial arts with a stick and a fancy sword made her day-dream constantly.

One day, during a fancy parade down at the capital in which her father participated as a guard, the great Empress herself – the Sun of Arranza Star, the shining jewel of the planet – stopped the entire parade just to look at the young female. She walked over to the scared little moth, and asked her name. Once Hailany’ma was able to answer, the Empress smiled, and then asked her to become one of her Moons – her maids of honour. Shocked, it took her parents long hours of debate to finally decide; they agreed to send her to the Imperial Palace, where she would be able to follow her new teachings to become a Moon. Hailany’ma’s heart was heavy at the thought of leaving her village and family behind, but for the honour of their name, she went with her head raised high. One of her brothers accompanied her to become a guard in training, so she wasn’t alone. After years of training and learning, she became a full fledged Moon, one of the highest rank one could dream of. To this day, she does not know what the Empress saw in her, but she never questioned it.

At the time, Arranza Star was considered neutral in the Dream War, but Nightmare’s forces were slowly coming in on the system, putting their world at risk of war, so the Galaxy Soldier Army sent a small team to represent them once more to try and sign a treaty with the star. To convince the Empress, they brought with them someone special; Sir Meta Knight himself – the one male said to be carrying the Light of the Goddess herself! Needless to say the Empress was impressed, but she still put him to the test with a fair fight with one of her best soldiers.

As she watched the fight go on, Hailany’ma became enthralled; suddenly, her dreams of carrying a sword and fighting like her father did back when she was young came back to her full force, and it was as she observed this mysterious Kiridan knight that she became entranced by him. She began to idolize him, to dream of him and to admire him… It was only a matter of time until she fully realized, months after the treaty had been signed, that she didn’t belong here. She began to train in secret, behind closed doors, in the darkness of the night, trying to replicate what she had seen in the throne room that day… until eventually came the day she decided it was time to go. So, she cut her hair, dressed in a black kimono, hid her face with a ceremonial mask, and ran off, leaving behind only one letter for her brother. She joined the GSA’s ranks as a rookie in the Ninja Special Forces, where she conceiled her identify as a female and passed herself as a man, even shortening her name to simply Hailan.

After years of training hard, she became a ninja, an expert spy and assassin, and she was assigned to the Blue Moon Shadows, a sub-division of the NSF lead by the great ninja Master, Yamikage. The Blue Moons’ role was simple; protect the Star Warriors at all costs. She was put in a team of six along with five other people; the Kiridan twins, Laï and Kaï, the snowy Avastan Akayuki, and a married couple, Bürra and Makü (note: they’re the same feline species as Tac from the games, just need to find a name for it), and with them, she forged a deep, special bond that would hold them together as a team for the rest of their days. Their team bears the name Gekkou.

Their team was to prioritize and focus on only one Star Warrior, and a very important one at that; Sir Meta Knight. When Team Gekkou and him met for the first time, to Hailan’s horror, Meta Knight recognized her from way back then; however, he didn’t comment, and instead waited until later to confront her directly. On that day, she personally swore an oath to him, that she would stand to protect him, no matter what happened, to her or anyone else.

For many, many years, Team Gekkou served in the Blue Moons under orders from their teacher, Yamikage, and successfully repelled many attacks and assassination attempts toward Sir Meta Knight, to a point where they were comfortably trusted for their loyalty. However, it didn’t last forever, for it came to be known by Laï – who was spying on Yamikage – that their teacher was corresponding with the enemy! When they decided to confront him about it, Team Gekkou was cast aside, and Yamikage unleashed a group of Dark Matter upon them. They were mere fodder for these creatures… From the moment she was captured by the Dark Matter, Hailan completely lost track of time, and became lost for months in a perfect and eternal dream that the Dark Matter made up for her, unable to do anything else but watch and wait as her mind became naught but dust.

Eventually, when all of the Blue Moons were under the traitor’s control, he sent them out like hunting dogs; instead of protecting the Star Warriors, they were now ordered – against their own will – to destroy them. It was a dark and chaotic day at HQ; many people died, both Star Warriors and Blue Moons, and in the chaos, Yamikage even escaped, though he had come close to being captured by the other divisions of the Ninja Special Forces, who were outraged by his traitorous actions. In the end, all of the controlled ninjas were apprehanded and tied up, ready to be freed of their Dark Matter. It was a long and harduous task, but all of them were freed… for a price.

To this day, Hailan still struggles with the Dark Matter sickness, a condition that affects all who come in contact with Dark Matter, and though with time she was able to heal her wounds, she knew that she would never fully recover. In the chaos, Team Gekkou had suffered a loss; Makü had lost her beloved husband Bürra… It was a hard time for all of them, but with time, they did stand back up, swearing upon their damaged honour that they would make Yamikage pay for his crimes.

Thousands of years passed since then, and after what seemed to have been their golden era, the GSA kept growing smaller and weaker against seemingly stronger and larger armies of demon-beasts. The Star Warriors were growing short in numbers, and so it was inevitably decided that the best course of action would be to disband the army. HQ was no longer a safe haven for them, and all the remaining soldiers knew it. Team Gekkou wanted to accompany Sir Meta Knight on his personal quest, but he declined, and instead ordered them to offer their help to those who really needed it. Team Gekkou then left HQ behind, and travelled the stars as mercenaries for many years before landing on Arranza Star, Hailan’s home planet. To her horror, her home was now into the hands of Nightmare, and demon-beasts roamed everywhere. Her people were enslaved, poor and starving, and so Team Gekkou now knew what they needed to do. One country at a time, they travelled across the star, infiltrating the demons’ ranks and breaking them from within, freeing the people one village at a time. They brought the Arranzans together and fought for their freedom, and after a long time, they eventually freed the star of all demon-beast occupation. For their good actions, they were offered the highest honours by the Empress herself, who was so glad to see Hailan again after all those years. After that, Team Gekkou finally got some well deserved rest…

Until, that is, they received some shocking news; Nightmare had been defeated! A young hero apparently named Kirby of the Stars was the one responsible for it, or so they heard, and Hailan became intrigued. One day, she received a letter from a distant star named Popstar… from Sir Meta Knight himself. In it, he was asking for a favour; for her to protect Kirby, like she protected him. Leaving her teammates to rest on Arranza Star, Hailan left on her own, and joined with the Demon Hunter Agency, a rising force lead by the surviving Star Warriors in hopes of replacing the lost GSA. Employed by Sir Meta Knight through the Agency, Hailan travelled to Popstar, where she found a young Star Warrior called Kirby, torn with Dark Matter sickness… With her oath in mind and the memory of herself suffering from the same sickness, Hailan then swore to protect the young Star Warrior, no matter what happened…

#kirby #fan character #fc #oc #reference sheet

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