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shyneanon · 3 years

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Just wanted to write a x reader about HT Sans out of curiosity, so I did. Kinda long though. But I hope you guys like it. Have an x reader of mine where Axe doesn’t do anything incredibly stupid, lol.

(I promise the longfics are gonna be updated I just wanted to write this >~<)

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It had been a long time since you had first fallen into the Underground. Long enough that you’d lost track of time. Though that wasn’t hard to do when there was no sky to watch.

To be honest, you were lucky to not be dead. You had the feeling every other human to fall down here had died at the hands of monsters.

For some reason the two skeletons… hadn’t killed you. Which was odd, considering that when you’d first met them you’d had to navigate some deadly traps while they’d watched. When you’d made it past everything, the taller one had seemed impressed with you, and proud.

The shorter one hadn’t seemed so pleased.

Their names were Papyrus and Sans, apparently, and upon Papyrus’ insistence they’d snuck you through town and to their house, where you resided to this day. You wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that you had survived their traps, which Papyrus insisted on calling “puzzles,” despite the fact that they had obviously been designed to kill anyone who failed them. But at least Papyrus was kind to you. He was happy to talk, though he was very hesitant to answer a lot of your questions. Often he responded by telling you that he couldn’t answer your question at all. But he liked sharing his hobbies and favorite media with you, so even though he was holding you captive, he’d become like a friend.

Although you had the feeling that holding you captive was more for your benefit than theirs. When they fed you, it was always the same food. Some kind of meat.

You had the feeling you knew what kind.

But you wouldn’t ask. To spare your sanity.

Sans wasn’t hostile. But he made it a point to ignore you. Even if you needed help with something and you asked, he would simply act as if you weren’t there, as if he couldn’t see or hear you. If you annoyed him enough he would shoot you an unsettling look with his one red eye and you would back down. You quickly learned not to bother. You decided he didn’t like you, and that you were lucky he hadn’t killed you by this point. Especially considering that he hauled a giant axe everywhere. So you left him alone and spoke to Papyrus instead.

Over time, though, Sans started to change.

One day you were asked to throw out the old food, and as you were attempting to figure out which of the meat was older and therefore likely to go rotten soon, Sans intervened.

And he helped.

The whole time he barely said a word to you, and he didn’t look at you for even a second, but he helped. Though you tried not to get too optimistic. Perhaps he had simply been annoyed by how long you’d been taking.

A few days later, when you and Papyrus were playing a board game to pass the time, Sans sat next to his brother to watch. This was also new-- he usually did his best to stay as far away from you as possible at all times, dinner being the only exception.

He joined the two of you to watch several times, and then one day Papyrus asked him if he wanted to play a game for more people. And Sans said yes.

That day you saw a different side of him.

Rather than brood silently with an unsettling grin on his face, Sans started to crack jokes. Bad ones. At first you were too confused and almost bothered by the sudden change to laugh, but eventually he made a particularly fucked up joke and you laughed from the shock of it, despite Papyrus scolding him.

The next time you and Papyrus played a 1v1 game, Sans sat next to you.

Several sessions of this happened, Sans sitting and watching. You couldn’t tell if he was rooting for either of you, though he occasionally made jokes mocking you specifically. You’d noticed he never liked to say anything mean to his brother, however, so maybe that explained the lack of jabs at Papyrus.

Then one game, as you were contemplating your next move, Sans leaned in next to your ear. You leaned away, expecting him to say something threatening or cruel.

Instead, he gave you a hint.

As it turned out, Sans was really smart. He understood strategy, though he rarely employed it much when he played with you two. You had the feeling he liked letting Papyrus beat him.

He wasn’t such a bad guy, it seemed.

Then he asked to play a game of chess with you one day. You had the feeling he’d beat you, but you said yes.

You were right. He beat you quickly and easily. But he seemed to enjoy himself, particularly with some jabs at you that were accompanied by winks. So you didn’t mind.

Though you did feel something kind of odd whenever he winked at you. And it didn’t stop even when winking became a regular thing. In the following weeks he started pulling pranks on you, something he apparently enjoyed a lot. Papyrus seemed annoyed about it at first, but then confessed to you that it had been a long time since Sans had regularly cracked jokes and pulled pranks on others, and he was happy to have glimmers of the old Sans back. You’d had no idea this was what he had been like before… whatever had happened in the Underground had happened. Neither of them would talk about it. Regardless, seeing Sans smile and laugh so sincerely felt really good.

...

And then he cornered you with his axe.

Or, at least, that’s what it felt like at first. One day, weeks after he had begun to lighten up, Sans approached you when you were in the kitchen, dragging his axe behind him. Papyrus was out of the house, though you didn’t know where, or doing what. They never told you that either.

He’s going to kill me.

“Heya,” he said.

You tried not to stare at the blade. But it was hard. “Hi,” you said.

He took a few steps closer to you. There was nowhere you could go. You were against the extremely tall sink. If he decided he wanted to chop you up into little pieces, there was nothing you could do about it.

“Think we can talk?” he said.

You nodded, but once you did you weren’t sure if that was the right decision.

“Cool.”

Before you knew it he was standing over you and you were pressing yourself back against the sink. You felt so small.

This is it. He’s going to take his axe, and he’s going to cut me into little pieces. And then eat me.

“So…” he began.

Please just make it fast. Please just don’t make me suffer. Please just get it over with--

“I wanted to say thanks.”

“... Huh?” was your only reply. You realized you were shaking.

“Thanks,” he repeated. “For being nice to my brother. And… to me, even when I haven’t been so nice to you.”

Not sure what to say, you just stared.

“He’s… been through a lot. He’s really needed a friend. And I’m glad you’re being that friend to him.”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to put you at ease before murdering you, but you smiled a little. “It’s no problem. Papyrus is fun, I like spending time with him.”

“Yeah?” Sans smiled one of his more sincere smiles. “Yeah, my brother’s really cool.”

There was an awkward (and, at least for you, tense) silence as you both looked at each other.

“Sorry for scaring you.” His red eye looked away. “I know… I look scary.”

Hm?

“It’s not you,” you said. “You’ve just… been holding that huge axe… the whole time, and I didn’t… Y’know, I just thought, maybe…”

He looked at the blade as if he’d just realized it was there. “... Oh. Oh, that makes sense.”

He unceremoniously let go of it and it dropped to the ground.

“Still, I know I’m… intimidating.”

“The way you look doesn’t scare me,” you told him. “It hasn’t for a long time. Your appearance is just that, your appearance. No big deal.”

He watched you, as if he were looking for signs that you were lying.

Then he smiled, seeming almost… reassured.

“Cool,” he said.

He moved closer. His smile was different, though you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. Though, that was often the case with him.

“Listen, I don’t hate you anymore. I haven’t for a long time. I’m sorry… for the way I treated you.”

“It’s OK,” you said. You weren’t sure why he’d treated you that way, but he was apologizing.

“Thanks.”

You realized the two of you were making eye contact, and then you noticed the pupil in the middle of his red eye. It was… getting bigger?

“I… like you a lot, actually.”

What do I say?

“I like you a lot too,” you returned. It wasn’t really a lie. He was fun. You just… weren’t ever sure what he was thinking, so you had always been slightly afraid that he wanted to kill you.

You saw his cheeks start to turn a blue color. You had never seen that before.

A… blush? Or am I insane?

Wait, when did our faces get so close?

Why is my heart beating so fast?

“Anyway,” he said, leaning away from you. When the gap between you widened you suddenly felt like you could breathe again. “I’ve got stuff to do, upstairs.” He winked. “Like nap.”

He picked up his weapon and turned away, though he looked back at you.

“See ya.”

All you did was raise a hand, and he left.

After that day, things were different.

Sans had been nicer to you for a while, but now he was really nice. He threw you compliments, and they didn’t seem sarcastic. He sat next to you on the couch regularly. He would breach your personal bubble-- albeit carefully. Sometimes he would brush hair out of your face, or put his hand on your shoulder when talking to you, or sling an arm around your shoulder. It… seemed friendly, but you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be more.

Either way, your heart would beat fast and your senses would heighten whenever the two of you made contact.

He spoke to you whenever Papyrus was out and he wasn’t. Sometimes he ended up telling you stuff that he and Papyrus had refused to address early on in your stay. He didn’t give details, but… it was sad.

A couple of times you gave him hugs to comfort him. They were returned, and the two of you would just… stay like that for a little while, holding onto each other. Even you started telling him about home. You were kind of like confidants now. It seemed that Sans didn’t tell Papyrus a lot, in an effort not to worry him. Papyrus worried already, it made sense that Sans wouldn’t want to make it any worse.

Then one day, while you were sitting together on the couch, he finally explained to you how he’d gotten the hole in his skull.

A former friend, the current queen… had stabbed him with a spear.

You held him, and he held onto you.

“Thanks,” he said, “for listening to me.”

“I’ll always listen to you,” you told him.

Like that day in the kitchen, you realized that your faces were close. This time it seemed very intentional, though. Sans was watching you carefully. Your own face got hot.

“Sans?” you said. It was almost a whisper.

He pressed his teeth to your lips and you froze up, shocked.

Almost immediately, he let out a soft moan, as if just the kiss were releasing tension. He pulled you closer. Your heart started to pound, and without thinking you threw your arms around his neck and kissed back. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you sank into him. His teeth then pressed against your neck and you shivered, sighing. It was followed by his teeth slamming into your lips, and you were swiftly pressed down onto the couch. It felt like his touch was a shockwave that moved through your whole body. You opened an eye and saw that he was flushed blue.

“I haven’t felt this good in so long,” he told you. “Everything sucks here. But you…”

More kisses. He sighed. Your eyes drifted shut again.

“... you make everything go away. You make me… feel things… I’ve never felt before.”

A hand worked its way down to your hip. He looked… high.

“... Y’know… Paps… isn’t gonna be back for a while.”

Your face got hotter than it already was. Was he insinuating what you thought he was insinuating?

“Geez,” you said with a shy smile, “we just kissed for the first time. At least… take me out to dinner first, right?”

He chuckled. “OK… yeah, maybe I’m moving a bit fast….”

Another kiss, this one more gentle. He cupped your cheek.

“I’m just… not used to feeling this good. It’s… kind of addictive.”

You fluttered your lashes playfully. “Ooh, I’m addictive?”

“Yes,” he responded. There was no irony in his voice. “Yes, you are.”

You were clutching his hoodie, and you realized that what you had thought was blood on his clothing was actually ketchup stains. You could smell it. It made you giggle.

“What?”

“I thought this was blood but it’s ketchup.”

A deep laugh. “You didn’t notice that all this time?” A wink. “Wow, you’re slow. Try to ketchup.”

You flicked his forehead playfully. “Get off the stage, nerd.”

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied with a smile.

“Y’know, sex is great and all, but y’know what’s better?”

You raised a brow. “What?”

“A nap.”

You snorted.

“Don’t say it’s not true.”

“It’s true,” you told him, smiling.

“Here,” he said, pulling you up from your horizontal position and then flopping back, pulling you with him. “I make for a great cushion.”

“You do,” you observed. He was a skeleton but it actually didn’t feel weird to lie on top of him. So you got comfy.

“Nice. If Paps gets mad at me I can blame you.”

A wink, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Aw, c’mon now. That’s just childish.”

He wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re insane for liking me, by the way.”

You grinned. “Eh, I blame Stockholm Syndrome.”

He snickered.

#I know a lot of ppl characterize him as insane #But I dunno he's a Sans #I can't not see him as a Sans #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #self-insert #reader insert #x reader #sans x reader #horrortale

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years

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✨howdy!✨

alrighty, let's do this.

i would say i'm pretty chill, that is ofc, when you get to know me. i wouldn't say i'm rude to strangers, but i no doubt come off as either mean, bratty, or intimating if you happen to glace over at whatever me and my friends are doing without context. i'm a high-key shit disturber, and usually spend my time doing whatever i want, whenever i want. human lives are short y'know? gotta complete that bucket list sooner or later. i love bullshit banter with my friends, most people who watch us have a perfectly civil discussion probably think we hate eachother. i do have a love/hate relationship with cringe content and weird fanfiction.

i adore horror games and movies, especially the stupid ones that make no sense and have horrible editing. i have an iron stomach when it comes to food servings, and DESPISE when people waste food. it isn't a deal breaker, i'm cool with finishing plates at restaurants because other people can't. just don't intentionally throw out half a burger infront of me. i'm basically a human trashcan. y'know those awful food combo's kids make at lunch? like banana bits, mayonnaise, mustard and milk? yeah i used to eat those as a kid for money.

i'm one of those dumbasses who will refuse a dare but can't say no to a triple dog dare. y'know, like an idiot.

i'm not picky and wouldn't mind being matched with one of your non-skele characters.

flaws:

a total dumbass i trust to easily and get hurt by it.

hypocritical, i constantly nag my friends to take care of themselves while forgetting to do the same.

memory, i have shit memory, (half genetics half accident) and can't remember a lot of things, like names upon first meetings. possibly even second or third. i could get jumped and wouldn't be able to tell their faces later.

. . .

strengths:

the place i grew up wasn't too friendly, but that means I'm rather tough, emotional and physically! i learned to be protective of my friends and those who can't defend themselves. though most of your boys could most definitely take me in a fight. i usually have an arm or something on my friends shoulder or leaned up against them in public simply because it makes me feel as if they need me. although this has put me on edge, so no sudden grabbing or i'll punch you on reflex.

cooking, though i'm no gordan ramsey. i can make rather decent warm meals that serve their purpose. i'm house person material. (most of my money comes from commissions.)

optimism, though i am quite realistic, i can't help but assume the world means good, i just grew up in the wrong place. i always give people second chances and genuinely want the best for everyone in fights. which is both good and bad.

. . .

hobbies:

anything! i'm always down to do whatever my friends are doing though i do have a passion for art and writing. currently working on a game and think it would be neat to stay up with my S/O if they have a lot of work and keep them company while working on the game and commissions.

physical description:

quite tall if i do say so, still around 5'9, 5'10ish. blonde messy hair. my blue eyes have dulled in color over the years and look rather grey. i have bags (which pisses me off because i get like 17 hours of sleep, the day night cycle means nothing to me). a bit on the chubby side, but not by much. my legs are probably my most attractive feature, very long. i also got large thighs. thick thighs save lives fellas.

lover qualities:

my love language is physical touch. both with S/O's and friends. i would be down to pick my S/O and carry them around for no other reason than 'hehe small' i don't have any dealbreakers. i don't mind being the shorter or taller one. i adore listening to people rant about anything and everything they enjoy. please rant to me about science stuff i'm too dumb to understand you look adorable doing it. expect me to drop by your workplace to bring you a lunch and hugs. and if it's the mafia's my answer remains the same. i've been lucky enough to survive a lot of "how did i even get here" situations. if my S/O is also a shit disturber expect a lot of night time shit disturbing. classic romantic scene of me throwing them over my shoulder to escape horribly executed ideas. i would prefer for my S/O's family/friends to like me so that's something i will most definitely work on when i figure out i have a crush. asking them out would probably be a love letter and muffins left at their door.

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Ok! You can fit quite a few guys, but I think the best match here is……….SLIM (mafiaswap papyrus)!

Slim is a certified babysitter. He’s the most likely ally when it comes to wrangling in cash and bruiser. Your dumb-*serum stands no chance against his logic and supreme cover up skills lol

Another thing that he would live about you is how you have a thick skin and aren’t afraid to stand up for your friends. Strength is something all the mafias admire, but slim especially. He wants a SO that will go up to the cashier and tell them he ordered no pickles. In return, slim will take out anyone who tries messing with you ;)

You’re gonna be pretty shocked at just how much of an attention hog he is after dating. Slim can be pretty clingy and will happily go along with whatever crazy plans you come up with if it means spending time with you

Hun, you can pick him up anytime. He’ll absolutely love being slung over your shoulder. Even if his brothers tease him for it.

Something he appreciates a lot is you staying up with him while he works. Due to his night owl hours, sometimes his work days are pretty lonely.

Two other choices were butch and bruiser.

#mafiaswap #matchups

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alch3mic · 4 years

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longing. (drabble series)

ut!sans x gender neutral reader.

pining. assumed one-sided love. self-doubt. slight angst.

* for all of you lovely people who liked my post about me wanting to re-write my old undertale fanfic, you are all enablers and i have no self-control, so please enjoy the first of several drabbles ahaha.

ch. 1 (touch.)

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Sometimes... he wondered if you knew what you did to him.

Would you still talk to him the same way if you did...?

If you knew that every sweet word that left your lips had his head spinning in circles.

Or.. that every time you held him, he would melt at your touch.

Would you still laugh at his jokes if you knew that he'd spend all night coming up with them just for you?

Would keep smiling at him if you knew the way it made his soul stutter?

...Would you stay..?

If you knew how much he missed you.. when you weren't there?

If you knew how long he would stare at your back when you walked away...

Wishing he could just say..

...

No..

You were..

Completely unaware, weren't you?

Just like now, as you slept on Tori's couch while the party settled down. There was distinct chatter not too far off in the backyard, everyone moving outside to watch the stars now that night had fallen. It was just the two of you in the living room, completely alone, and yet you both couldn't be farther apart. Your chest rose and fell, in and out in a slow yet steady rhythm, and even the soft sounds of your breathing had Sans' soul fluttering in his rib cage.

He had always wondered why you usually refused to drink at these get togethers. You had simply dismissed it before by saying you didn't have a great tolerance for alcohol and then always got an earful of teasing from Undyne about it. Guess you finally just had enough today, pumping yourself to go shot for shot, and drink for drink with her.

It was impressive.

...Until the fourth one, which promptly had you dozing off in the middle of a poker game. They eventually moved you to the couch after a bit of protesting, and it wasn't long after that until you fully fell asleep and everyone made Undyne promised not to tease you about it anymore. He never imagined you to be a sleepy drunk, instead just assuming it might amplify your already warm and friendly personality.

He certainly wasn't disappointed though.

Watching you struggle to keep your eyes open during poker while resting your head on his shoulder had been..

Everything he wanted it to be.

And now seeing you slumber away so peacefully...

...was leaving him even more conflicted than ever.

He sat on the armrest near your head, gazing down as you clutched one of the throw pillows while letting out a gentle snore. There was a bit of hair in your face from your slight tossing and turning, and he debated with himself if he really should.

He probably shouldn't.

Well.. no, not probably.

He shouldn't.

He really shouldn't.

And yet..

He just... couldn't help himself when it came to you.

Sans carefully reached down to brush the hair away, ever so softly running the back of his fingers across your cheek. Your skin was becoming a familiar sensation to him now, soft and warm to the touch with just a little give. You were a touchy person, always giving out gentle reassuring touches on the shoulders of your friends, or welcoming them warmly with a hug. He had been on the receiving end of many of those hugs, and each and every time he had to stop himself hold on just a little longer.

Never had he been so painfully aware of another person's touch.

Never has anyone ever caused his soul to thrum so loudly in his chest like you did.

Never did he ever once consider that someone could make him fall so hard...

Or so fast..

Like you did.

And here you were, so blissfully unaware of just...

...how much he was in love with you.

...

He pulled his hand back, knowing he might be crossing a line touching you like that.

The two of you were just friends after all.

Close ones for sure, but..

Just friends.

That's all you were.

That's all you could ever be.

Because someone so bright and radiant as you... would probably never even consider someone like him.

..It would be for the best.

You deserved to have someone who shined just as brightly as you did.

And he would... let go of this eventually.

..Hopefully..

The sound of footsteps made him slide off the arm rest, trying to look a bit more casual by just leaning on the side of the couch.

"ARE THEY DOING OKAY?" Papyrus asked, entering the living room with a blanket.

"yeah they're good. just snoozin' away," Sans replied with a shrug.

"GOOD!" he said, throwing the blanket open with a flourish before gently setting it on top of you.

You simply continued with your snoring, not even stirring to anything going on around you as you peacefully slept.

Sans just couldn't resist the smile that crept on his face.

"A SHAME THEY WILL BE MISSING OUT TONIGHT, BUT THE STARS SHOWERS ARE SUPPOSE TO LAST THE WHOLE WEEK, SO I'M SURE WE'LL HAVE PLENTY OF OPPORUNITUES TO WATCH WITH THEM!" Papyrus continued, neatly tucking you in and patting your head before taking a few long strides toward the backyard.

"..ARE YOU COMING?"

"yeah.. i'm coming," Sans mumbled, taking in your sleeping features for just a few moments longer before following after his brother.

The sooner he could let go the better.

..For the both of you...

...Because right now, he'd even be willing to turn away from the stars..

Just to stay with you.

#/slaps this on the table #HERE YOU ALL ARE #sans x reader #sans #undertale #undertale sans #long post #fanfic #drabble #longing!fic #alch!writes #it's short for my little pea brain's sake #but do not worry there is more to come!

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askbittyerror · 4 years

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The little bell above the front entrance gives a small ting as Moose opens it, the box of belongings heavy in his arms. He looks around the shop, pushing the door open the rest of the way and stepping through.

This... this is finally it, the orca-like monster gulps. It’s his. Zoteara's Bitty Center. Or Moose's now, he supposes.

Moose sighs, dropping his things by the door and shutting it with a swing of his tail. He flips on the light and walks over to the counter, pulling out the chair behind the register and sitting with his head in his hands.

Stars, why was he even here? Why couldn't Aunt Anya had picked someone else to run the place after she retired? He was the worst monster for the job! He couldn't be bothered to change out of his pajamas most days, he panicked attacked himself out of college, he still flinched at raised voices, and every plant he'd ever tried to take care of had died! He was an absolute mess! But she still picked him! And he only accepted because-

The bell rang again and he looks up, a smile on his face.

That's right.

Because Mom wanted him to.

"Hey, sweetie." The white dog monster says, putting the box she carried on top the other one. "How are you holding up? Still nervous?"

"Yeah..." Moose says, the long, red-tipped fins on his head falling slightly. "How could I not be? I've never done anything like this before."

"Sure you have." His mother says, coming over to pull his head down and give his forehead a kiss. "You've helped me at the rehabilitation center your whole life."

"'Helped' is a strong word..." Moose grumbles, pouting when his mother shushes him.

"Nonsense, dear. You've always been a great help. The bitties love you and you're always so careful with them."

"I tripped while carrying that Blueberry and fell on my face."

"But you still kept him safe." She smiles, looking him in the eyes. "You tucked him close to your chest and broke your snout instead. He refused to leave your side until you healed and you two were bound at the hip until he got adopted."

"And I cried for weeks, just like I always do when someone gets adopted. I'm not gonna be able to help customers without turning into a huge mess!"

"That's what Huitzi’s for. He'll handle customer service and all you have to do is take care of the bitties." She says, giving him a gentle hug. "You two will make a perfect team."

"Huitzi hates me!" Moose whines into her fur.

"No he does not." His mother scowls, pulling back. "He's just bad at showing his emotions and-"

The bell rings again and Moose tears himself away, relief on his face.

"Papyrus!" He shouts, tightly hugging the humongous skeleton and tugging him down to whisper in his ear. "She's about to do the Huitzi lecture again, help."

"Nyeh-heh-heh!" Papyrus whisper-laughs, squinting deviously behind his glasses. "Have no fear my friend, the Great Papyrus will protect you!"

"Madame Dame!" He says, standing up straight and almost hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. "Might I regale you in my recent adventures in cookery?"

Dame gives Moose a look of "I know what you're doing and you're not going to get away with it mister" but nevertheless nods.

"Of course, Sugar." She smiles. "I always love hearing your stories. Why don’t we put Moose's things up and you can tell me all about it."

Papyrus smiles enthusiastically, the braces on his teeth shining, and picks up both boxes, jogging up the stairs to the apartment without even breaking a sweat.

Dame gives Moose a pointed look before following.

"Huitzi will be here soon. Go check on the bitties."

Moose nods and sprints to the back, not wanting to upset his mother any further.

He unlocks the door to the backroom and swings it open, flicking on the light to a chorus of tiny groans.

Moose smiles to himself.

People? No thank you, people suck.

But bitties? Bitties he loved.

He slips his bag over his shoulder and drops it on the table in the center of the room, the Tupperware box filled with breakfast thudding inside. There was food here for the bitties sure, but it was his first day on the job! He wanted to make a good impression, even though this was far from the first time he’s been here. And, he was feeling pretty good today, so he made breakfast! The really good kind that was so sweet and fattening that it left you feeling sick afterwards! He really hoped they liked it. He knew he did.

Moose comes to the first little cubby set into the wall, reaching in and gently rapping his knuckles on the floor. He’s careful to avoid touching any of the strings. He knows what those little blue strands lead back to and he does not want a repeat of what happened the first time he was here. The lacerations and punctures wounds on his hands scarred, and even though the marks are faint against the deep blue of his skin, he doesn’t want to end up with more.

“Excuse me, Error, Jay? Its eight a.m., time to get up. I brought breakfast.”

“YAY, FOOD!” A blur of bones and blue feathers shrieks, launching himself at Moose’s face and hugging his snout. “I LOVE YOU NOW FEED ME!”

Moose giggles, gently prying the bitty off while a pair of mismatched eyes watches him from the darkness.

“I will, I will!” He says while Jay stares up at him with the cutest look he can muster. “I gotta get everyone else up first!”

“Aw, come on!” The bitty whines, hugging his thumb. “Pleeeeeeeeeease?”

Moose laughs again, shaking his head.

“Go sit at the table, food’ll be served soon, I promise.”

Jay pouts but jumps from the monster’s hand, spreading his wings and landing on the table with only a few flaps.

Moose looks back at the cubby.

“It’s chocolate cake pancakes.” Is all he says to the watcher, but that’s more than enough for the eyes to widen and then vanish.

A delighted squeal, a tackle and glitchy screeching follow shortly after and Moose grins, moving to the next compartment in line.

“Sup.”, Luke greets him, leaning casually against cubby’s side with his orange wings closed behind him. “Seems my bro’s excited this morning.”

“He’s excited every morning.” Moose says back, smiling wider at the Swap Papyrus’ ensuing chuckle.

“That he is.”, Luke says, glancing over his shoulder when he hears swearing and thuds. He looks back at Moose and shrugs. “Zack’s tryna find his pants. We’ll head to the table once he’s got ‘em.”

Moose gives him a thumbs up and nods. That Edgy could never find his clothes in the morning. It was frankly concerning how often it happened, but as long as he didn’t have to think about why, he wasn’t too concerned.

He moves on to the next cubby, grinning at the sight of Paladin pulling on the last arm of his jacket, carefully balancing his snoring brother on his other shoulder.

“He up late again?” Moose asks, receiving a sigh in return.

“He was doing something on the internet. Kept watching videos and cackling to himself.”

“You fear for your safety?”

“I expect to be pranked as soon as he regains consciousness.” Paladin says with an exasperated but fond look on his face.

Moose laughs and steps to the side, gesturing behind him.

“Well, you know where the table is, head on over when you’re ready.”

“Of course.” Paladin says, dismissing him with a nod.

On to the next pair then.

“Hey, taxi’s here.” Moose says, holding out his hands to a very awake Dream bitty and a very not awake Nightmare bitty.

“FUNK you.” The Nightmare grumbles, rubbing his eye and yawning.

His brother smacks him upside the head and gives Moose a bright enough smile for both of them.

“Thank you, but I think I got it today.” He says politely, grabbing one of the now very awake and very angry Nightmare’s tentacles and shortcutting them to the table.

There’s a whole mess of yelling for a few seconds before it gets silenced by a soft kiss and Moose sighs, shaking his head. Nightshade and Thistle… Were a weird pair to say the least. Nice on Thistle’s part, but still weird.

He moves on to the next one and-

“WIGGITY WIGGITY WHATS UP BRAH?” A feathered bitty made of neon and enthusiasm yells, making Moose flinch.

“Well, dang, sorry brah, I forgot you spook easily.” Fresh grins, both of them well aware that he’s not sorry in the slightest.

“It’s fine.” Moose sighs, rubbing the bridge of skin between his white eyespots. “Just… Just get Drake and head to-”

“The table, yeah, I know broski. Same dealio as always.” Fresh says, waving his hand dismissively.

Moose sighs again and for a brief moment, the bright colors fade away to a more sedate navy blue, the Sans that makes up Fresh’s host giving him a genuinely apologetic smile before being overtaken by the eye melting garishness and infuriating smirk of his passenger.

Fresh shoots the monster some radical fingerguns before heading back to get his host’s Papyrus and Moose sighs again, deciding to go ahead and move on to the large terrarium sitting against the back wall.

He gently taps the glass enclosure, making a soft crooning sound and beams as he’s answered in turn, the shy smile of a Dust Lamia Papyrus looking back at him from the undergrowth. Moose picks up the wide scoop hanging off the side of the tank and holds it against a branch, patiently waiting while the bitty slithers up and coils on the plastic.

“Ready to move, Ghost?” Moose asks, his voice gentle and soft.

“Please wait f-f-f-for-” Ghost starts to say when his brother flings himself off a rock, Moose catching him easily with his free hand while the purple-tailed lamia cackles.

Ghost gives his brother a dirty look and Moose just shakes his head, letting Dusty fully coil himself around his arm before taking the pair back to the table. He lays the scoop down so Ghost can get off, trying not to move as Dusty quickly navigates from one arm to the other and climbs down next to his brother. They both give him a smile, although Dusty’s seems more predatory than friendly, and Moose takes the scoop back, hanging it on its hook and letting the plastic tink against the glass.

Moose just stands there and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Just one more.

Then after that…

Him.

Moose tries not to pick favorites. Easier said than done, because he always likes one bitty over another no matter how hard he tries, but not picking least favorites…

Now that was pretty much impossible.

It’s not his fault, not really. That bitty was just so… weird. He was creepy!

But also…

He frowns, fins drooping.

Really, really sad.

He knew… He knew something had happened, before he came around. There was a period of time that his Ma just wouldn’t tell him about, no one would! He had asked and asked, but from his Aunts to his Uncle to the bitties to everyone-

No one would say a thing.

They would just look away and sigh.

Moose didn’t know what happened.

But he knew it left them different.

Changed.

And none more so than Rogue.

From what he’d been told, Rogue wasn’t that great to begin with.

He was dangerous, evil, didn’t care for anyone beyond what he could make them do and was just horrible in every way-

But now it was like he had been broken.

He didn’t move, he didn’t talk, he barely even ate-

He just sat there.

In this old, battered crate with dented walls and bent bars, painted with rust and filled with the shattered remains of a home.

He would just sit, his back to the entrance, staring at this old star projector.

Waiting for it to turn on.

And when he did move, when he finally seemed alive-

He was feral. A rabid, corned animal who screamed and thrashed and attacked anyone that came near with teeth and claws and everything he had.

He would cry and wail and if he couldn’t go after someone else…

He would go after himself.

Moose had patched him up countless times after the other bitties had to practically beat him into submission, bandaging Rogue with delicate hands and wrapping where the bone had been clawed at and chipped with extra care.

The bitty would always watch at him.

Watch him with those tired, glitch filled eyes.

And he would sometimes ask, his voice quieter than a whisper,

“Kill me. Kill me, please.”

…

Moose would always call it a day after that.

Text Papyrus, head over to his place, pun with Sans, watch some MTT, get strong armed into making an emergency therapy appointment.

And then life would go on.

“Hey, hey buddy?” A voice shakes him from his thoughts.

It’s Ink, staring at him from his little dollhouse on the floor, looking at him from the roof with his brows furrowed in faux concern.

“You alright there, pal?” He asks and Moose sighs, kneeling down and holding out a hand.

“I’ll be fine.” He says, smiling weakly.

Its clear Ink doesn’t believe him, but it’s not like he cares either.

He just climbs aboard and points dramatically with his brush, proclaiming, “Onward!” and Moose drops him off at the table and ignores the looks, the questions of “Are you okay?” and “What’s wrong?”.

And walks over to the crate.

It sits on a low table and Moose crouches, balancing on his toes, his elbows on his knees as he looks inside.

It’s dark.

It’s dark but he’s there, he can see him.

And he knows Rogue can see him too.

He’s… Looking out for once.

Looking directly at Moose-

No.

Looking beyond Moose. Looking at something that isn’t there.

And he’s grinning.

Grinning like he won the lottery

Like he saw something amazing.

Like all his dreams have finally been achieved.

Like someone he loved has finally come home.

Moose doesn’t move.

Neither does Rogue.

Error yells from the table.

“Excuse me, I was promised chocolate cake pancakes! If you don’t introduce me to what exactly that is right the FUNK now I’m flipping this DIGGITY DARN table!”

And just like that, the spell is broken.

Moose coughs, his shifting his weight to his heels.

“W- well, uh…” He says, hands clenching and unclenching, looking anywhere but ahead. “I’ll bring you some pancakes later, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer and stands, almost running back to the table to dish out food, shivers running down his spine.

The bitties eagerly dig in and Moose sits, cramming his own portion into his mouth.

But he sees him still, out of the corner of his eye.

And Rogue’s just there.

Smiling.

RP ASKS ARE OPEN

YOU CAN TALK TO AND INTERACT WITH BITTIES

YOU CAN TALK TO AND INTERACT WITH DAME

YOU CAN TALK TO MOOSE. HE CAN NOT SEE OR TOUCH YOU.

YOU CANNOT INTERACT WITH PAPYRUS

WELCOME BACK

#undertale #bittybones #text #long post #tw: suicide ideation

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undertaleandyou · 4 years

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Swaps and Fellswaps (red) and maaaaaaaybe Horrortale? First time they ever said "I love you" to their s/o? Was it an accident? Did it slip out? Was it planned?

UnderswapBlue:

When you two first start going out, it was more under the lines of “we’re friends, but we’re seeing if we could be a couple” circumstances. Both of you were sort of nervous at first, but it evolved and the two of you continued to grow closer. He never really had to say “I love you” because you could see it with your own eyes. Not only was he obviously in love, he was practically smitten with you. When the two of you were on the couch, you were laying down, leaning against his side while he had a loose arm around you and played with a lock of your hair. It was such a wonderful way to end the day. All cozy under a blanket and being with the one you adore so much. You don’t know how it came up or why, but you thought for a moment you misheard him say,

“I love you.” His voice was so sure and confident, yet warm and gentle. You could do nothing but stare at him, unsure how to react and your chest overflowing with such flattery and admiration. He turns his attention to you and smiles. “What? I thought you knew that already.” He chuckles. Not waiting for a reply, he pulls you closer and kisses you gently. “Perhaps I should say that more often?”

Stretch:

God, he’s so bad at talking. Or, rather, it’s just getting it off his chest - er, ribs - in the first place. Once he starts talking, he can’t stop until he runs out of breath. You had no idea he had a thing for you until Blue said something, then you confronted Stretch about it. He was nervous, but eventually he confessed that he did have interest in you. So, the two of you started to date to see if it could work out. A part of you was happy and he really was the biggest sweetheart, but it was so difficult to get him to want to talk. At first, anyway. Now, he seems to tell you everything. He’s usually chatty whenever he’s cuddling up with you. Whether he’s stressed, frustrated, affectionate, doesn’t matter. It just makes you so happy that he can finally trust you enough to lower his guard a little. The two of you were having these little cuddle/chat sessions once, talking about the overall idea of relationships, among other things as well until he blurts out,

“I think I love you...” His voice was so quiet, as if the words themselves would shatter like glass. In your stunned silence, he misunderstood and frowns. “I mean... If you’re not ready for that, then I guess-” You shut him up in the sweetest way possible - with a kiss. He hugs you tight and curls himself closer to you. “Heh... I take it you feel the same way then?”

FellswapBlack:

Black can be easily flustered. You found this out by giving him a compliment once. His face flushed bright and stammered, all while trying to recompose himself. It was kind of cute, so you kept complimenting him every chance you got. Eventually, he must have gotten sick of it and snapped at you. You’re obviously teasing him, right?! Ah, he misunderstood. You explain to him that your compliments were genuine, but he doesn’t believe it. So, you start showing him other ways of affection, eventually warming his heart. Anyone with eyes could see that you two were into each other, except you two. In fact, it’s Rus who instigated the idea of you two actually going out.

“I jus’ hear Sans goin’ on and on about you all the time. Jus’ thought it’d be nice if you two were a thing.” He’d say. Black still wouldn’t budge. He feels comfortable with you, and you two do visit each other often and he does treat you out for breakfast/lunch/dinner at least once a week, but you two are just close friends... Right? It drives Rus nuts that you two are practically going out, but neither of you will admit it. So, he pushes his luck a bit and starts flirting with you. Black is instantly furious about this and when he finally snaps, he drags you away and speaks with you privately. And by “speaks with you” I mean he rants and screams about how inappropriate you and his brother are acting together. Which then evolves into an argument, which then leads him to blurt out,

“It’s because I love you, you idiot!” He slams his hands over his mouth and distances himself from you. “I-I mean... Ugh, God, I’m the idiot here... What am I doing...?” He mutters.

Rus:

Rus is careful. He doesn’t really let a lot of people into his life, and those he does, he usually doesn’t allow them to be that close to him. He’s a good person to go to if you need a friend, but he’s not exactly someone you’d call to help you move, in a way. And he’s okay with that. So, when you come around, you really turned his world upside-down. A part of him wants to trust you and let you in, but another part is so scared to get hurt and betrayed. This emotional war in his head shows with his actions, giving you mixed signals. He’s not playing games with you, he’s just as confused as you are. You decide to finally confront him about these signals and you refused to leave without an answer. Things almost got into a heated argument, but the two of you managed to keep calm.

“Look, I... I dunno what to tell you, kitten. I’m kinda messed up right now. I can’t tell ya if I love you or not, but I really want to.” He confesses. “Yeah... I really want to love you, but... I need you to be patient with me, okay?” He says gently, cupping your face. “I don’t want to hurt you and I’m scared that you might hurt me. I’ve been through hell, sweetheart, and I’m tired of seein’ pain. So, just be patient with me and I promise, I’ll love you with everythin’ I got.”

HorrortaleAxe:

Axe really needs to work on himself a lot before he even considers being in a relationship. He’s been through hell and back, all for the sake of his and his brother’s survival. He didn’t even think he’d be alive to see the sun. Now he’s here on the surface, where there’s plenty of food. Where he didn’t need to hunt or kill anymore. It takes a long time to get rid of that itch and that burning thought that it could all be taken away from him once again. So, when he met you for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he’d allow himself to lower his guard with someone at all. With enough time (and some persuading with food on your end), he manages to be comfortable with you at least. He was really nervous when you invited him to your place for the first time, so when he got there, he sat down on your couch and refused to move for at least a half hour. Once he was comfortable, he finally returned to the Axe you knew at last. The hour turned late, and he didn’t want to wake Papyrus if he returned, so the two of you agreed it’s best for you to stay the night at your place. You had a movie marathon, with popcorn of course, and stayed up for as long as you could. Axe was dozing off, laying his skull in your lap while you pet it gently. He was purring, which just warmed your heart even more.

“I love you...” His voice was so gentle, you thought it was just a breath. He nuzzled the side of his skull into your lap and curled closer to you, finally falling asleep. You decide not to bring it up again, not until he’s actually ready to tell you.

Crooks:

He’s trying his best to fit in ever since all monsters got to the surface. It was really hard for him at first, with his teeth stained and his sockets sunken in. Not to mention, he was a giant in comparison to others. Over time, the red stains on his teeth faded and despite his towering stature, he’s able to look a little less terrifying. He also discovered he’s far-sighted, so he needs to wear glasses. When he first met you, he’s been trying to appear more friendly and trying to be more social. So it warmed his Soul when you spoke with him as naturally as can be. Over time, the two of you grew to be close friends. When you asked if he would be comfortable in a relationship, he wasn’t sure...

“After everything I’ve been through... I’m not sure if I could be back to my normal self again. But you make me feel like I could have a normal life again. If there’s anyone I’d consider being in a relationship with... It’d probably be you.” He confesses. Actually, now that he thinks about it, how happy you’ve made him... And how much he tries to be better each day with more vigor since you came into his life... Was he in love? After talking with you more about this, whether that be over time or even right now, doesn’t matter. “I think... Perhaps all this time, I’ve been in love with you. Nyeheh... Strange, I never thought I’d ever really get to say that, but... Maybe it’s really true.”

#ask #anon #undertale au #underswap #fellswap #horrortale #us!sans #us!papyrus #fs!sans #fs!papyrus #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #blue #stretch #black #rus #axe #crooks

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skelly-survival-guide · 4 years

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Can you tell me what F Pap and SF Sans would do if their SOs came home looking a bit mad and emotional and the SOs 'demanded' affection? They sound angry and demanding, but if they refuse then they'll just go to their room to be alone and cry until they better. But if they listen, then they'll thank them when they calm down. The demands are like 'Kiss me/my cheek/hold my hand/hug me/cuddle me/let me use your lap as a pillow/play with my hair/ect.' Just things that would calm the SOs down.

This would honestly depend on the boys own moods when they get home. If they are in a bad mood themselves they would be more likely to reject any aggressive advances. Even if they are harmless ones. And sometimes if they are busy enough they may not even realize they rejected their own mate. So let's split the scenario shall we? Hehehe! let's start with a rejection!

(Also I won't do double scenarios for a full 4 boys. That's over kill. But you only asked for 2 and this sounded interesting)

Edge (UF!Papyrus)

Rejection

He was growling over the paperwork spread across the kitchen table. His body leaning over it as he went through everything again. Something was missing and he need to find it. When he gets his hands on Sans he was going to throttle him. Tripping him while he was handling important paperwork was not a funny prank.

He didn't so much as blink when he heard his mate slam the door closed behind them. Nor did he stop rummaging through his papers as he heard them stomp towards him.

"Paps come cuddle with me!"

Another growl rumbled from him as he snapped back at them.

"I'M BUSY! IF YOU WANT TO WASTE WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR DAY BEING LAZY GO FIND MY BROTHER!"

He didn't even stop to ponder the sudden silence or their lack of fight over the subject. It wasn't till later, after he finally found the missing form that he noticed the lack of his mate making a ruckus around the house. Maybe they had gone out?

Making his way upstairs he froze outside their bedroom door. He could hear soft crying from the other side and he spent a moment standing there, floundering in his panic. Were they crying because of him?

After a moment he pulled himself together and entered the dark room. Whatever he did to his mate, he needed to fix it.

Acceptance

It was one of the few days that he allowed himself to fully relax. He usually kept a strict schedule but every now and then he took a day to just rest his bones and do something relaxing. Especially since his mate had gently pushed him to relaxing a bit more.

He would often come home from work so high strung and they were always there to sooth him. And nothing felt better then coming home to a mate who would rub his back and neck bones till he was little more then a pile of mush.

So when they came home with a slam of the door he was instantly on alert. They weren't the type to slam things around. When they walked around towards the couch he got a good look at them. Arms crossed, shoulders hunched and they wouldn't look him in the eyes which made their demanding tone catch him off guard for a moment.

"Paps! Hold me!"

He paused. He knew exactly what he was looking at. Fear of being seen as weak. It was like looking at a reflection of what he had been like before he had met them. He didn't quite like seeing that reflection on his mate.

Well there was only one thing he could do about it. He pulled them down and settled them on his lap. He didn't give them the chance to let out more demands. His claws already combing through their hair and his fangs nuzzling against their neck.

Black (SF!Sans)

Rejection

He was wound up tight today. His own job having stressed him out to the point of seething. He was still the captain of the royal guard even on the surface. Their people too militaristic to just disband their police force.

But now he had to find and train new recruits ! And let's just say that they were beyond just lacking in experience. They were bumbling oafs that didn't know which side of the sword was the dangerous one!

He heard his mate come home, of course he did, even when they were trying to be quite they had no talent for stealth.

"Sans come hug me!"

He growled low in his throat at the demanding tone in their voice, not really thinking about what it was they had demanded of him. Simply snapping back as he turned to them.

"I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR ANY OF YOUR GAMES AT THE MOMENT! IF YOU WISH TO BE A BRAT THEN SAVE IT FOR LATER!"

He turned on his heal and stalked out of the room and towards his study. He had things to do.

Later as he groaned over his finally finished paperwork he heard a knock on the door. It was probably his mate. With a sigh he beckoned them in.

It was not his mate. His brother stood there leaning against the doorframe, an unusually stern look on his face.

"yer an ass. ya know tha right?"

He sighed as he rubbed his skull.

"SO YOU'VE TOLD ME MANY TIMES. WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME THEN?"

"wow ya really are an ass if ya don't even notice makin yer own mate cry."

He froze. He made his mate cry? What? Why? When? Then he remembered. He snapped at them when they got home.

Shit! Shit shit shit shit!

"SHIT!"

He nearly stumbled as he shot up out of his chair and darted for their room.

Acceptance

He was in his study when he heard the front door slam. It nearly made him jump, not used to such loud noises in his house unless he was the one making them. The familiar sound of his mate pacing around the house helped him relax though.

Going back to his book he sipped at the glass of wine in his other hand. After just a few minutes he could hear their approach. Bare feet making a soft patting sound on the wood floors.

He smirked but kept his nasal ridge buried in his book, as if he couldn't hear their every step through the house. He had to raise Papyrus after all. If he could tell when that teleporting lay about was trying to sneak out then he could hear anything that went on in these walls.

He had expected his mate to try and snag his book or make themselves at home on his lap but they didn't and that immediately caught his full attention.

Looking up at them only made his worry worse. They were wringing their hand together, their gaze looking at his desk instead of him.

"Kiss me."

What? If they wanted a kiss they didn't even have to ask for one let alone demand it. When he remained silent for a moment he watched as they shifted back a step. As if they were going to retreat.

With a flare of magic he halted them then pulled them into his lap. His sharp teeth gently pressing down on their soft mouth with a low growl.

"You seem upset my dear, so I'll let your behavior slide for now. But please do remember, that I'm the only one who gives demands here."

He let his teeth wander to their neck. It would seem he needed to help his mate forget a stressful day.

#underfell #swapfell #sans #papyrus #underfell papyrus #uf!papyrus #swapfell sans #sf!sans

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: My Private Happiness (baon)

Summary: Sans is having a day. Maybe a couple days, hell, a collection of them. Prequel to the actual series.

Tags: Kustard, Pre-Spicyhoney, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mentions of Therapy, Lemon Goodness

Notes:

Okay, so, this is set after Last Minute Gift

In terms of the series, it’s right before Pillars of Creation, Edge and Stretch’s first ’date’.

I really need to make a chronological list of the kustard stories, Sans and Red are pains in my ass, and that’s a fact. :P

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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When the doors opened up at the Ebott stop, Sans got off the bus, for once not bothering to toss a ‘don’t call bus, we’ll call you’ or ‘your park is worse than your bite’ to the driver. The bus stop was right outside the Security checkpoint, and on the other side was a Monster-driven shuttle to bring all the riders into New New Home proper.

Normally, Sans wouldn’t have bothered with it. His shortcuts were enough to take him to his own front door, further than Stretch or Red could manage even on their best days. But today he climbed on with the rest, shuffling to the back of the bus to sit, his skull leaning against the window and his sockets closed before the shuttle even pulled away.

Being on the bus at all wasn’t his normal. He could drive, but never bothered to get a car. Usually he rode in to the Embassy with Paps, more rarely with Blue or even Edge since none of them ever pried a stick out of their pelvis enough to skip a day of work. Hitching a ride was easy and he didn’t have any of Stretch’s qualms about begging favors.

Today he didn’t feel like riding with anyone.

The card Paps gave him last night was in his pocket, the sharp edges poking his femur whenever he moved.

“I won’t force you to go,” Papyrus told him. His normal earnest energy was banked, visibly straining against his uncommon seriousness, “but I do want you to consider it. You’ve been doing so much better, Sans, I am so proud of you. But. You could be really happy, if you wanted to, I know you can.”

He sank down to his knees and hugged Sans like he hadn’t since he was a babybones, too tight and too long, and after a minute, Sans returned it. The card went into his pocket without a word, stayed there when he pulled on his shorts again the next day.

Paps wasn’t wrong. He’d been going through the motions a little. Maybe. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He still wasn’t convinced that it never would.

The shuttle slowed at his road and Sans was up before the chime even rang. This time, he gave the driver a grin and a wave, ignoring the flash of confusion in their eye as no pun heralded his exit.

Too bad, they could live without his shining personality for one fucking day.

He and Paps lived at the end of the road, in a cardboard cutout-style house that was exactly the same on either side. Except their house was a sanctuary for lawn ornaments, Papyrus could never resist one. Flamingos and gnomes, fairies and bright, garish sunflowers made of scrap metal. Gyftmas was months ago now but that didn’t stop Santa from greeting anyone who came over to visit, and the collection of bird baths offered any avians accommodations as lush as the finest resort.

Every time the Edgelord walked past the cheery clown with its bright red grin stationed right next to the sidewalk his eye socket twitched, and that right there was worth the price of admission.

Sans trudged down the sidewalk towards that wonderland, but his eye lights were on his sneakers. One of the knots was coming loose as he watched, slowly unraveling until one lace trailed along like a cooked spaghetti noodle. That idle observation seemed to give permission for his mind to let Papyrus wander back into his thoughts.

Looked like he’d given up not thinking along with everything else.

Yeah, Paps was right, wasn’t he--

(wasn’t he always, really, Sans could never hide as much from him as he wished he could, Paps was so cool)

--he was getting by, sure. Doing the Embassy thing, helping out, hell, that was better than Stretch did. Then again, if he was gonna hold himself up to someone for a mental health comparison, Stretch was probably not the best candidate. Everyone knew that, ‘cept maybe Edge who was too busy trying not to let himself know how badly he wanted to get into those ugly pants to fondle some bones. That slow-motion train wreck was the main reason Sans turned Stretch down some months ago when he’d inquired about a quickie, more’s the pity.

Anyway.

Yeah, he was doing better, but even he couldn’t lie himself a fairytale and say he was happy. Fuck, what was happy, anyway?

All came down to the kid. Sans still wasn’t positive about Frisk, even if everything seemed all hunky dory, all of ‘em on the surface, seeing the sunsets and stargazing with real stars.

It all seemed like a pie and cake dream, but he knew what Stretch had gone through back in his own world. Some of Sans’s memories cracked open when they arrived, blurred snippets that matched the few scrawled notes he’d found in the basement. Yellow petals, the insanity of a high, sweet laugh.

Yeah, he’d known about the anomaly from his notebooks, but getting to remember anything of it was another level.

Not that any of ‘em really discussed it, fuck, no. The science behind it, sure, math and equations were sterile, safe. He, Red, and Stretch were bonafide experts at not talking, PhDs unite.

But being Judges gave them the unique perspective, dinnit. Looking into Stretch’s soul and seeing the guilt there, the sins that crawled up his spine about his brother and the Underswap kid…yeah. Unique perspective, that was one way to put it. Sans didn’t blame Stretch one bit for tucking the Judge away, boxing it up in the back of his skull, and refusing to see anymore. Talk about someone doing much better; when Stretch first got here, his soul was so fragile that Red tried to get Sans in on bet that he’d dust within a month. Sans hadn’t taken him up on it, but quietly thought he was right, watching with his own version of apathy that wasn’t much kinder than Red’s, waiting for him to fall down.

That he hadn’t was maybe the ‘Papyrus’ in him, because it sure as hell wasn’t the ‘Sans’, and Sans’s lack of effort to help him back then was a sin of his own waltzing along his backbone.

Stretch was doing a lot better these days, enough to argue with Edge with some pretty nasty zingers. Gossip around the Embassy was that those two finally had a date coming up, at the planetarium of all places. He hoped for all their sanity it went well.

Sanity, heh. He touched the card through his pocket, traced the edges of it. Doctor Lee, psychiatrist, specializing in Trauma and PTSD. A plain white card, the black letters glossy and embossed. He didn’t need to look at it, he remembered every word on it down to the phone number. He almost did anyway but a prickle along his senses made him pause.

Someone was following him.

Hm.

Interesting.

He could easily shortcut into the house, but where was the fun in that.

Instead, he kept trudging along, didn’t so much as change his pace. Passed a lady and her kiddo, gave ‘em a toothy smile. Walked on past Santa, the clown, the gnomes and the vampire flamingo as he headed in the house.

Before he even closed the door, hands were on him, shoving him backwards. Sans stumbled as the door swung shut, slamming hard, and his shoulders struck the smooth surface. Even without those gleaming crimson eye lights, he would’ve known those hands, sharp fingertips prickling through his t-shirt and against his ribs.

“heya sansy,” Red breathed against the side of his skull. “been missing me?”

“kinda a strange question since you were the one getting in some stalking practice.” Sans was pretty proud at how even his voice was considered the way Red was grinding their crotches together. “still need to log some hours before you can get certified?”

Hot breath couched in laughter gusted against his skull, making Sans shiver. “nah, i went pro years ago. but you gotta use a skill or you lose it, yeah?” Those sharp fingertips skimmed lower, down to wear his t-shirt was riding up to barely expose his iliac crest. “speakin’a practice, there’s a thing or three i might need some help with to keep my skill level up.”

He hadn’t been alone with Red since that time at the Gyftmas party and if this wasn’t getting his rocks off, then that memory was. Red pressed against his back, jerking him off, the cold siding of the house beneath his cheekbone and the thrilling fear of being caught.

“yeah? somethin’ you want some help with, huh.” Sans asked. He couldn’t quite achieve boredom, not with his crotch giving him away.

“yeah, been meaning to give my knees a good workout and if you help, i don’t get a crick in my neck.”

Sans exhaled shakily. Paps could be home any minute now, open the door with a jangle of keys, could catch Red blowing him right in their doormat with drool and come running down his chin. His bedroom was right upstairs, the bathroom, hell, the laundry room had a lock on the door.

All Sans said was, “you really want to go with short jokes?”

“can only work with the material you’ve got.”

Red didn’t drop to his knees so much as he slithered, pulling Sans’s shorts carelessly along for the ride. His dick got caught at the waistband and Sans winced as the fabric scraped along the head before it let loose, making his dick bob like a cork in a lake.

Wasn’t any time to bitch about it. Red swallowed him down in one gulp, the hot, velvety magic coating his mouth made Sans choke out a moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the next one, but it became a groan of disappointment as Red pulled off.

“don’t you dare, sansy,” he snarled. Those crimson eye lights burned in the darkened foyer. “you let me hear every fucking whimper.”

“yes, boss, whatever you say, boss,” Sans snarked, but sarcasm was a lost cause when Red ducked his head again, a long tongue curling around his shaft. Fuck, so slippery tight, better than a hand. The sound that crept through Sans’s teeth was closer to a yowl and he felt the vibration of a hum of amusement.

Okay, yeah, Sans wasn’t past a little vindictiveness. He grabbed Red’s skull in both hands and jerked him down, thrusting in hard to nudge at the back of Red’s formed throat. Good plan in theory, but Red only swallowed him down easily, let Sans do it again, riding his face rougher than he’d usually dare.

Dimly, Sans could hear another slick sound, a counterpoint to the obscene glick that came with every thrust that glided past Red’s dangerously sharp teeth. He was jerking himself off, his shoulder moving with every stroke, and Red was moaning, shaky and low, deep in his throat and fuck, the feeling of it made Sans quiver down to his toes.

The first splash of come landed on Red’s tongue and he wrested away from Sans’s grip before the second could fall, his hand taking the place of his mouth as he stroked Sans through it, spurts of deep blue streaking across his t-shirt.

“fuck,” Sans croaked out, both in pleasure and dismay. “that’s gonna stain, you shit.”

“guess you’ll have to make a another thrift store run,” Red said with vindictive cheer. A thread of that same blue was running down his chin and Sans wiped it away before it could drip. Red watched, eye lights narrowing as Sans licked that droplet from his finger, tasting the sharp sourness of his own magic.

“that what you wanted?” Sans asked, all false politeness and solicitude. For a long moment there was no answer, only Red staring at him with those demon eye lights.

“yeah, sure,” Red said finally, almost absently distracted. “thanks for the good time, see ya around.”

It was only when Red vanished that Sans got a good look at his own feet and saw the splashes of crimson on his sneakers.

That fucker came on his shoes and didn’t even offer to get him a towel.

Outrage was out of reach and Sans only laughed helplessly, sliding down the door until he was slumped on the floor, shorts around his ankles, his shirt soaked with his own jizz and his shoes dripping with someone else’s.

That card was digging in to his ankle and Sans pulled it out with a wince. It was wrinkled, the card stock creased, but it was still legible.

You could be really happy, if you wanted to. I know you can.

His brother would be home soon, might see him like this, might already know what was going on, Paps was so smart and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d hid his disappointment in Sans behind loud indignation. What was going on? Who the fuck knew, Red’s mind was a maze and Sans was shit at puzzles.

Happy. Could be happy. Maybe.

Sans sighed and pulled out his phone.

-finis-

#kustard #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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northwind4 · 4 years

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Dearest WingDings（9）

*It's a story about HandPlates! Gaster and Wing! Gaster

*I’ll appreciate it very much if you point out the mistakes I made in the translation, all kinds of help are welcomed!

*previous & next

*Handplates by @zarla-s

Wing!Gaster by me

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Chapter9

“I hope that you’ll remember me.”

140

The ground of the core was shaking.

W: How’s it now?

N: The quantum magma has changed, and its energy is beyond our control!

Shel: The lava deep in the ground is rising, the whole underground will be flooded it doesn’t stop...

W: ...

W: Calm down, we will handle this.

W: Shel and N go to evacuate the residents near the core, Ginger and Bow assist the King to prepare, and Katy you come with me.

141

Wing put on the protective suit.

Katy: Doctor? Are you...

Katy: Do you want to go to the core and turn off the energy by force? !

Katy: The protective suit will be destroyed in that high temperature!

Wing got in the operation van and unloaded the trunk.

Katy: Even if you are in the vehicle, it is useless!

W: Well, help me maximize the fire protection system then.

Katy: Listen to me Doctor! NONE of this can guarantee your safety!

W: Shh. Easy.

W: I never wanted these to keep me safe.

W: I just need these to make me hold on a little longer.

142

W: The core energy can’t be turned off that easy, otherwise the situation will not be so serious now.

W: I designed it. I know its structure better than all of you, and only I have a way to stop this disaster.

He started the engine.

W: Hey, don’t be that sad.

W: Look at me, Katy

W: I look cool now, don’t I?

143

The operation van ran through the flames.

W: So hot here...

W: It’s a pity that I can’t talk to Sans and Papyrus for the last time—

A familiar voice came from the intercom.

Asgore: GASTER! Where are you and what are you doing!

At the same time there came the cries of the boys.

Sans & Papyrus: Daddy!

144

W: Gosh...

W: Shh...no crying, no crying my dear, dad’s heart is gonna break

Sans: where are you? asgore says it’s dangerous here!

Papyrus: WE ARE LEAVING BUT WE COULDN’T FIND YOU!

W: (Oh please, your majesty)

W: ...dad has work to do

W: It is very important work. It may take a long time and I will be back later.

W: Be good boys when daddy is away, okay?

145

The high temperature made the vehicle screamed on the verge of breaking down.

Papyrus: WILL YOU TELL US THE BEDTIME STORY TONIGHT?

W: Sorry sweetie, maybe next time

Sans: will you take us to Waterfall to watch the stars this weekend?

W: ......

He took a deep breath.

W: Okay, that’s a deal.

146

The wheels began to melt, Wing abandoned the operation van before it ran out of control.

He heard his protective suit squeaking.

W: Hey Sans, my boy, would you do me a favor?

W: When dad is away, tell the bedtime stories for your brother, okay?

He didn’t hear any response, the walkie-talkie fell to the ground in flames.

147

Wing opened the door of the control room, the heat waves flooded out and melted his protective suit all at once. He didn’t even have time to let out a scream, the burning air poured into his chest and destroyed everything inside.

W: ...no...

He fell to the ground on fire.

W: I still...no...

Wing’s white lab coat had become scorched black, a small card with children’s doodles on it fell out of the pocket and quickly got burned.

148

The HP came to ZERO, Wing felt his soul falling apart.

......

BUT IT REFUSED.

149

The scientist stood up again.

Wing moved towards the control panel.

He felt his body melting.

He also felt himself full of determination.

150

W: Although this is only an assumption

W: The energy of “DETERMINATION” is beyond our imagination. It can sustain the monster’s life, can burst out huge power, and even reverse time and space.

W: Now it seems...correct.

W: And the theory of multiverse...according to the data, this accident should be caused by it.

W: If I am right, the core will be stabilized with the power of DETERMINATION.

W: Come on.

He activated the device.

150.5

W: The machine over there... I need it.

He tried to use magic hands, but they melted and obviously their owner hadn’t got used to this.

W: No...now how can I—

W: Ugh

Black tentacles grew out of his back and reached towards where he wanted. It felt like this body had some new parts.

W: WOW...fine

W: Let’s fight.

The scientist quickly operated the equipment, and the tentacles reached out to both sides, giving him every assistance.

Looked like a pair of huge wings.

151

The temperature finally dropped, together with the underground lava liquid. All machines returned to operation, everything was back to normal.

Wing stepped out of the control room, watching the waveless quantum magma under the long bridge.

W: Oh WingDingsGaster

W: You are a genius

152

W: It seems that

W: I have saved the world?

W: With the price...

He started turning to dust.

W: Hey

W: I don’t want to disappear like this.

W: What about doing something super crazy at last?

He jumped down the bridge.

153

Wing felt the howling wind.

W: Save the world and then go to explore the endless unknown, sounds cool, isn’t it?

W: ...

W: ...sorry, boys

W: I mean, see you later.

He fell into the bright golden sea with opening arms, as if he was going to embrace the infinity of vast universe.

154

W: That’s it, the other half of the story you want.

W: I can’t go back to my world, but I went to a lot of parallel universes. In one of them, I saw the Gaster there fell into the core, and then everyone forgot him.

W: So I thought, maybe they had forgot me too?

Gaster did not respond.

155

W: Let’s move on to something else

W: I found that no matter what happened, most of the Gasters fell into the core

W: So maybe we can make an assume

W: Does every world have to have “A Gaster who fell into the core”?

W: So now, my appearance meets this condition

W: Then we can infer that you will not fall again

G: ...

156

W: Wow I’m gonna be convinced by myself.

W: Should this be called like “Law of Conservation of Gasters”or what—

G: Enough.

W: And then we can—

G: I say ENOUGH.

W: Huh?

G: Don’t force yourself to smile if you don’t want to.

Gaster leaned forward and mentioned the other one to stay closer.

Then he gave Wing a hug.

157

Wing admitted that he was at a loss for that moment, the hug was really unexpected.

“You’re a great person.” Gaster whispered against Wing’s shoulder, at where Wing couldn’t see he glowed his eyes.

Wing hugged back after a short period of silence, Gaster heard his sigh.

“I’m far from it.” Wing closed his eyes, his voice trembled slightly.

“I can’t even keep my promise.”

#wing!gaster #gaster #handplates #dearest wingdings #wingdingses

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firedupnumbskulls · 5 years

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It was quite a miracle that everybody had kept quiet for literal months, months after he'd bought the ring and told everyone who he figured would immediately need to know (Papyrus, Toriel, Frisk) and ones he felt it was only fair to ask. (Smoke, Fuku, Heats)

He loved his family, every single one of them, but they had the tendency to not be able to keep any secrets, sometimes as a kid he'd give Papyrus little secrets to keep, just because he looked so cute when he tried to keep it from dad and ultimately crack.

Grillby was a smart guy, despite what he argued, and they'd talked about a marriage and a proposal for so long, and Sans certainly hadn't kept it a secret that he was going to propose soon, because Grillby deserved a warning. He didn't want it to come out of nowhere and put pressure on him.

The sun beginning to set in front of him was a beautiful sight, but Grillby was mesmerising when he came up the beaten path. Long brown coat trailing behind him, worn, muddy hiking boots, and his dazzling smile.

"oh wow, you get prettier every day." Sans' hands shook as Grillby came closer, eyeing the blanket he'd set out. His cheeks, or what were kind of but not quite cheeks, were white with a blush.

"Flatterer. Do you want something or did you break something?"

"yeah, yeah i do want something. i want you to sit your butt down and join me."

"Hmm, I could, or I could go back to work. Make me an offer?"

"boring night getting water poured on you, or the most passionate night of your life with your sexy boyfriend."

"Well, you've swayed me." He turned to leave just for a second, then spun back on his heel with a darling grin.

"Did I get you that time?"

"you get me every time. now park your ass and shut your face."

"What a romantic you really are, Sans." He sat down on his knees with his legs tucked underneath him in the same way he always did.

"Can I ask the occasion?"

"drink this." Sans held out a filled wine glass to him, pointedly ignoring his question with a trusting smile. The fire monster curled his claws around the glass and drank obediently.

"I think I've figured out what all this is about, but I'll let you keep going." He said after four full glasses and an hour of peaceful silence. The stars were shining bright and the moon was full.

"aw, you figured out i was going to dump you?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm so sad." His beaming maw was so viciously beautiful.

"well i'll at least give you a week to pack up." He held his glass out to clink against Grillby's, and poured one last drink.

"Well, it's been a good run." He continued, trying his best to look heartbroken, but his excitement giving him away. "We'll share custody over Comic Tragedy?"

"yep. i get him on weekends, and we'll eat pizza and i'll badmouth you." Sans stood up with only a slight wobble, his hands were starting to look like four hands, so he felt that the timing was right. Grillby folded his hands in his lap and watched with a knowing smile.

"we've lived together a while now, haven't we?" Grillby nodded. "yeah, thought so. and y'know, you're a really great roommate, and an even better boyfriend, and if i'd told you about this you probably would've reminded me to bring my speech but i forgot it at home."

Sans got down on one knee and felt like he was going to just lean over a little too far and fall off the edge, but just looking at Grillby's delighted face seemed to ground him. He slipped his hand into his pocket and back out, clutching the ring like a lifeline.

"alright alright, i know i'm not like, the most mentally mature, or mentally stable, or the smartest or the nicest or-"

"Sans, putting yourself down won't make me say yes."

"right right. wow, is it getting hot out here?"

"It's January." Sans' hands began to shake.

"uh..." He couldn't find the words, and he wondered why Grillby was even smiling so widely when there was a huge chance Sans would get metaphorical cold feet and leave him at the altar.

"Sans." Grillby's claws slid around Sans' closed hands. The ring rattled around audibly inside his cupped hands like some sort of cheap prize in a plastic egg.

"yeah?" His voice wavered.

"Will you marry me?"

"god yes. thank you so much." Sans fell into his arms, his hands running up and down his back. Grillby's face was nuzzled against his neck. They were both breathing heavily, Sans figured Grillby was crying, because he certainly was. Big blue magical tears were streaming down his cheekbones, he held Grillby tighter in his arms while they both calmed down.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Papyrus screamed as he appeared from the cave entrance waving the video camera around wildly.

"Thank you, Papyrus." Grillby wiped the lava around his eyes away.

"good job on keeping it a secret, bro." Papyrus' were welling up with sympathetic orange tears, just because he wanted them to know he was so proud of them. Sans ushered him over for a family hug but he refused and ran off, yelling out about how his tiny big brother was getting married. Papyrus was infectiously cheerful, so there was no fear that anyone would really be annoyed for long by the screaming.

"we've got a lot of planning to do, you know."

"Yes, and we're not having our wedding at the bar."

"reception?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Don't want too much work for something that won't be too big."

"mhm." Sans' hands went over Grillby's cheeks. "now what's those tears for? did some nasty skeleton break your pretty heart?"

"He did." Grillby laughed. "He was bad to the bone." Grillby's lipless maw pressed against Sans' teeth.

"Mwah."

"mwah." Sans' eyelights were so beautiful, more than the moonlight.

"I really love you, Sans."

"i really, really love you too, grillby."

#undertale #grillby #sans #sansby #writing tag #undertale fanfiction #NotaTale

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thelazyhermits · 6 years

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Submitted by @yuka-the-artist

Note: I just got bored, and since I have this thing with writing now, figured I should try again- this is in the same setting. But a different story. So. Lets go!

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This week was tiring.

First of all, you had to spend that one night eating Papyrus’ spaghetti when it was his turn to cook, he’s a sweetheart and all, but seriously, though he was getting better too, he still refuses to use the cook book, second, Edge can’t seem to give you a break, he’s so uptight when you laugh at a pun, plus, your boss at work is a real jerk. So you are pretty much worn out,

Right now? Its 2:00 in the night. You’re walking home, while it’s raining, and you forgot your umbrella. Perfect.

——

You reach the house you and the skeletons live in, you walk up the stairs of the pattio and reach the door, you turn the door knob and surprise surprise, its locked, and you forgot your keys. You grabbed out your phone from your purse, luckily you actually had a phone. You decide to text Chrome seeing as he’ll probably be downstairs playing and might be the one to lighten up your mood. You sit down and wait for him to unlock the door.

-This week can’t get any worse, I swear if the weekend is crappier than this I might as well just fight the glitch off again-

Right as you think that you hear the door knob turn. The door creaks and Chrome looks down at you.

“oh my lord- you’re so wet, get in!”

You immediately stand up and get in. Chrome goes ahead and grabs a blanket from the couch and puts it on you.

“c'mon you should sit. i’ll make you some soup”

“Chrome really its fine-”

He stares at you with an expression that normally means “Babe, i love you but stay” so you go ahead and sit down. You take off your shoes and hear footsteps that sound alot like a certain person’s steps.

“OH, YOU’RE HOME- WHY ARE YOU SOAKING?!”

You’re surprised when he actually sounds concerned. You hold in your laughter at the fact he’s wearing pajamas that are striped with black and red and in the center of his shirt in bold text says “FEAR ME IN YOUR SLEEP” you realize you’ve been silent for a bit so you speak.

“Oh well it was raining and I forgot my umbrella and-”

“I TOLD YOU TO WATCH OVER THE WEATHER CHANN-”

“Say, why are you awake?”

You cut him off before he had another lecture about how you should have listened to him. Its sort of annoying. Just as you ask that he’s puzzled. Not changing his expression at all, he walks back upstairs, probably to go back to sleep, Chrome walks in with some hot soup and gives you the bowl.

“be lucky that im up at night or else you would hve been toast.”

“Why do you sound mad?”

Chrome sighs.

“im not mad at you, just mad that you’re so stressed, i barely see you smile at anything besides puns and its just painful.”

You don’t know what to say, you didn’t know he felt that way, immediately you put the half-empty bowl on the coffee table and move to hug him. He stiffens but melts into the embrace after about 1 second. He returns the hug, burying his head against your neck to hear your pulse, making sure it was comfortable since your posture seemed to be rough from looking down on papers so much.

“Didn’t know you feel that way Chrome, if i knew i would have asked my boss to tone it down a bit.

"aw c'mon babe, you know me.”

“True true. Though you could have atleast told my boss, i know for a fact you read my messages to my boss when i’m not looking”

You can feel his face flush as he realizes that you’ve known for long. Once you realize that you giggle.

“Haha! You thought I didn’t kn-”

He’s decided to stop the conversation, he pulled away, and started tickling you.

“tickle tickle tickle!”

“CHRO-HAHAHAHHA- DHAHA-”

This continued for awhile until you both tired out. You end up lying down on his chest while both of you are sprawled out on the couch. He rubs your back which makes you relax. You yawn and he knows it. He moves his hand from your back to your hair. You really love his ministrations really. Its so relaxing. Your fighting the urge to sleep but the weight of your tiredness fights you. And of course tiredness wins. Before you fall asleep. Chrome leans in to press his teeth against your scalp and speaks.

“good night my color.”

You fall asleep in his arms. Is there a better way that that?

——

Awwww! What a cute story! The tickling at the end was adorable XD It’s a good thing Chrome is such a night owl. That really came in handy for the Reader haha Thank you for sharing this with me! ^-^

#submission #not my writing #all I can think about is how big this house must be #to fit all these skeletons #like it's gotta be a freakin mansion lol XD #Edge is great #he nags because he cares haha #I got a little worried about Chrome cooking though #the only things he can properly cook are microwavable foods lol #thankfully he managed to cook the soup though XD

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icybeanheadcanons · 7 years

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Hihi~ I know I said I'd drop this by a while back, but I wanted to wait till your ask box was calmer so you wouldn't feel overwhelming 💖 What are your headcanons for the different Gasters, if you don't mind? (Like before, please feel free to take as long as you'd like to answer; it's always worth it!) ~

I was wondering when I'd see this ask in my box. Bless you for waiting for my ask box to calm down. It really helped.

Gaster Headcanons

Undertale

Goop

-Royal scientist as we all know

-holy fucking memes. The memes never stop it seems. Probably Alphys who introduced him to them.

-plays piano, and composed a piece of music for his boys. He taught Classy Bean how to play piano.

-The dad jokes never stop.

-bad habit of forgetting to eat when he works on his experiments

-SCIENCE. The more complex the science, the more interested he is.

-what’s sleep? He forgets to sleep. A lot.

-his sleep schedule is so out of whack oh my god. His internal clock is fucking jacked up.

-adores kids, and kids tend to adore him.

-Dotes on the people he cares for, and made sure he made time for his kids.

-Classy Bean’s love for science comes from him.

-Tale’s love of puzzles is from him.

-Puzzles are wonderful he loves them

-Coffee is his savior okay

-When he isn’t working on something he loves, he’s pretty lazy.

-made a scrapbook of sans and started on one for papyrus before he fell into the core.

-was a great dad until he fell into the core.

-Wasn’t completely erased from existence after falling into the core. Nobody dared speak of him, (it hurt too much) though many forgot him, a few never could. These people include Classy Bean, Toriel, Asgore, and Alphys.

-the void is the worst place ever, but now he’s able to watch his boys grow up and check in on them. Its the best he can to be there for them. He wishes he could do more.

-Classy Bean’s machine isn’t to other multiverses. It’s him trying to make a door to the void so he can have his dad again.

-Always hums the tune he made for Classy Bean and Tale when they go to bed, almost as if he’s singing them a lullaby. Whenever he seems to do this Classy Bean seems to be able to go to sleep that night. He hopes it’s because of him.

-6 ft. tall by default, but he goop now so he can shift to being a bit taller or being much shorter.

-loves dogs. Annoying Dog is an actual dog that fell into the underground. Some animals fall in all the time, and the dog was one of them. Gaster took the dog in as a pet which is why Annoying Dog is around Tale and Classy Bean so much. Annoying Dog though has become the town’s dog.

-Alphys was the one to get him out of the void. She had found a weak spot in the void so he could step out. It was a really dangerous operation and she was trembling with the phone when she called Classy Bean in a panic.

-Classy Bean Shortcuts him and Tale to the lab immediately. He’s still pretty goopy from the void, but Classy Bean runs to him already sobbing.

-Goop is crying too, scooping his boy into his arms. Tale hardly remembers him but he gets pulled into a hug too. Goop lives with his boys now.

Underfell

Grump

-Super fucking cautious holy shit.

-Red Boy whenever he’d go out to play had this lecture he’d have to go through, a list of everything he’d taught him.

-Ha, he was never alone though. He watched over him, stalking him through town because he was worried.

-He’s the one who installed several thousand locks on the house. The windows have puzzle locks. Ain’t no one crawling through windows.

-He was super strict with Red Boy and Soft Edge, but behind closed doors super affectionate and loving.

-He taught them to stick together. No matter what. They’re family and they are going to be the only ones to trust down in the underground. He was enforcing tight bonds as much as he fucking could.

-Taught Red Boy piano and how to sew.

-Made all of Red Boy’s and Soft Edge’s clothes by hand.

-Taught Red Boy some science along with Soft Edge. Soft Edge vaguely remembers it.

-When he went out with his boys he would pick them up and carry them. No excuses. He couldn’t let them trail behind. Sure killing children was frowned upon but it didn’t really stop monsters from doing it. The harsh punishment didn’t always get carried out when they couldn’t find the culprit unfortunately.

-Was friends with Jerkby, who was a bit older than Red Boy. Probably about three years. Jerkby didn’t have parents, they were dusted after all, and he’d allow Jerkby to stay in the shed (Jerkby refused to step inside a stranger’s house). When they grew closer where Jerkby trusted him more he let him stay in the house.

-When he disappeared into the core they were all still relatively young. Jerkby got rougher, and meaner. Red Boy is the only reason he kept any bit of kindness that he had beforehand.

-He was violent in the void. He hadn’t ever killed anyone really just beated them to near death before leaving them alone. So he’d never been outright violent. The void made him beyond angry though.

-When the barrier breaks, the void wavers enough from the pulse to let him out, and he immediately tracks down his boys.

-Red Boy almost threw a bone attack at him until he realized it was possibly his dad.

-Soft Edge doesn’t buy it, but the uncanny resemblance to his hazy memory is too much for him to deny. He is the one who demands to hear the his story.

-Red Boy quizzes him on things only he would know and he passes with flying colors. As soon as he does Red Boy is LAUNCHING HIMSELF AT HIS FATHER.

-Red Boy cries for the first time in a long time, and honestly he can’t blame him. He’s holding back tears himself.

-He’s so proud of his boys and who they’ve become. He’s proud of Red Boy for not trusting him immediately. It meant he did his job to keep him safe in the underground. He’s proud of Soft Edge for achieving his goals. So what they’re rough around the edges? They’re alive.

-They live together on the surface.

-He’s 8 ft tall. He likes to tease Red Boy for ending up short.

-The surface??? Is so different??? He’s baffled.

-There’s cute shit and edgy shit. How the fuck is he supposed to choose between these things. He’s serious.

-Very indecisive when choosing shit. Like he likes both the cute things and edgy things. Though he leans toward edgy more, it’s hard for him to deny anything cute.

-He’s all about adapting to new living situations, so he’s proactively trying to improve.

-Literally makes notes on a notepad so he doesn’t forget what’s acceptable and what isn’t.

-Watches some TV to figure out some basic interactions. Red Boy and Soft Edge also help him learn.

-he’s still a little rougher around the edges than his boys though. It’s surprisingly difficult for him to wrap his head around a peaceful environment.

-He argued with his boys on how many locks they needed for the door. They went with 3. The windows have 1 basic lock much to his irritation.

-oh my god he hates country and the pop genres. He thinks their bullshit and the grate on his nerves.

-his aura is terrifying and so he’s very difficult to approach.

-He fucking loves cats. He wants 20 of them. Soft Edge constantly tells him no. “WHY THE FUCK NOT?”

-Okay he knows he’s supposed to love the sky and the surface but could the sun shut the fuck up??? Just??? Turn down the brightness.

-He discovers quickly that he isn’t a morning person. Mornings are awful and whenever someone greets him with good morning he stares them dead in the eye looking utterly exhausted as he says, “There are no good mornings.”

-Please get him coffee. He is dying. No he’s not being dramatic get him fucking coffee. (he’s being a dramatic lil shit)

Underswap

Oddball

-He’s not the riverperson. He’s still the royal scientist. But it seems as though he has more of Riverperson’s personality.

-Ya know Goop? And his dad jokes? Increase ten fold.

-Speaks in riddles it sounds like, but he’s just talking I swear.

-Look at his boys!!! His boys are good. He’s kind of,,, a weird dad. A parent figure who doesn’t know shit about raising a child let alone two.

-When Honey Bear showed interest and an advanced understanding in science and other things he instantly jumps on this chance to teach him.

-He’s a semi decent teacher. Some of the material went over Honey Bear’s head which frustrated him. He’d try to explain only making it worse. Honey Bear had random clicks of when it suddenly occurred to him what he was talking about and he’d become very angry at his past self because it was so easy.

-A chaotic neutral kind of person.

-what a fucking brat holy hell. Shit eating grins are his signature smile.

-He loves to go around and calling random things cursed for no apparent reason.

-enjoys the looks of horror and confusion from people when he does something odd again.

-When he disappeared everyone was confused. No one knew what happened to him except the King and Queen along with Honey Bear and Sassberry.

-He’d only been able to teach Sassberry some music theory, and Honey Bear sewing. He was very disappointed.

-spent his time in the void listing what he was gonna teach his sons. It kept him from going insane.

-During a reset, he was spit out of the void like a spitting bullet when they arrived to the surface. He keeps a close eye on Chara to make sure they don’t reset. Who knows what’ll happen if they did, he’s finally out and he refuses to go back to the void. Chara is semi terrified of him and making him made so they refuse to reset. Even went to the point of breaking the reset button. This makes things a million times better between the two.

-The day he disappeared he had asked Honey Bear a riddle. “How is a raven like a writing desk?”

-Honey Bear tackled him to the ground he was so happy to see him, and the first thing he says to him, “I’ve been thinking about it for what feels like 50 years of how a raven is like a writing desk and I need to know. How?” He shrugs and gives him a shit eating grin. “How would I know I’ve been in the void for 50 years.” Honey Bear is screaming.

-He lives with his sons after that still though.

-He is a mess to live with. He leaves shit everywhere and he has to ask constantly where he put something down.

-Sweet tooth. He visits Sweetby’s cafe often and has become good friends with him.

-doesn’t make puns but he thoroughly enjoys hearing Honey Bear make them.

-He’s 5’4. Taller than one son, shorter than the other. He’s fine with this.

-he’s very poor at reading a room. He says such weird shit that people generally have a hard time understanding him, but when he gets weird awkward stares is when he figures out he needs to probably shut up and pay attention to what the fuck is going on.

-He wants to teach people things.

-loves to learn and he grabs too many fucking books at once to learn something.

-Seems to oddly? Be a genius at languages and he quickly learns French, German, and Russian.

-makes random noises because he feels like it while he does things. Sometimes it’s just random humming other times it’s squawking.

-kind of has hipster tastes but just cause he likes really weird shit.

-loves spicy food that feels like you’re standing on the surface of the sun.

Swapfell

Worrywort

-Paranoia and anxiety bean

-also the royal scientist.

-He double checks his work about a hundred times before doing anything.

-He’s the epitome of internal screaming, but is calm on the outside.

-A fondness for riddles. He doesn’t indulge them often because it pisses off a lot of monsters.

-taught his boys how to hide and keep out of trouble. He also taught them ambush attacks, and other guerilla tactics. It was in case they ever got in a fight. Hit and run tactics would keep them alive.

-Is an amazing at strategy for combat surprisingly. He learned about it because of how the underground became so vicious.

-he has a billion locks on the doors. Windows have iron bars he welded on them. They’re wide enough for hands to reach through and open the window but that’s it.

-Was a very stressed bean with his work as the royal scientist. He brought his boys to the lab constantly just so he could relax enough to work.

-Undyne worked with him closely, and ended up becoming friends with Rus. Undyne ended up being a close family friend.

-Voice of reason. Please don’t do the thing. That thing is bad. How does he know? It’s literally written on the thing.

-When they started working on the core, he started writing notes for the boys. They were full of advice, and reminding them he loved them very much. He made them in case something bad happened because of how dangerous the project was.

-HE TOLD UNDYNE THE CORE NEEDED TO HAVE RAILS.

-He fell in during a check on the process of putting up rails.

-Undyne kept an eye on Rus and Scaryberry for him, but could only do so much since she was the new royal scientist. She kept them afloat for as long as they needed. He appreciated this deeply. He noticed she took care of them financially for as long as she could.

-he blames himself for Scaryberry’s anxiety and Rus’s extreme levels of stress. That was… his bad. He must have looked rather frantic to the kids which couldn’t have been very good for them.

-He spent a lot of time crying in the void. At least they had his letters to look to for guidance even if it didn’t cover all of their problems.

-He experimented with the void and managed to cause a reset that spit him out of the void. He doesn’t understand what happened but he accepts this bullshit.

-He finds the fallen child immediately and explains what he did, and apologizes. He begs for them to do another pacifist route, one last time. Chara wanted to live on the surface with everyone and agreed. With his help after breaking the barrier, he helped them break the reset button. It scared Chara but, he reassured them it was the right thing to do.

-7 ft tall. He’s on the taller side for monsters.

-His reunion with his boys is full of tears for everyone. Scaryberry is crying. He always wanted to know his dad and he has the chance to do that now.

-He lives with his sons because he missed too many years with them.

-He takes turns cooking with Rus, but Rus is much better than him at cooking.

-He’s okay at cleaning. He doesn’t clean up often though and will tag team a room with Scaryberry.

-He’s got insomnia, and so he struggles with sleep. He passes out on the couch often and when he wakes up he gets a bit startled before he remembers he’s on the surface and not the void.

-When the boys leave the house he’s always making sure they have everything they need. It’s important to him that they have a way to contact him.

-He listens to music a lot to relax. It helps to a degree.

-Reads to Scaryberry a lot because he didn’t get to do that a lot and Scaryberry still wants to have that sort of childhood experience.

Horrortale

Eerie

-Scratched and clawed his way out of the Void.

-His body ended up being very torn up because of this, and he lost a limb. Specifically his arm.

-Do not ask about the Void. He’d rather not talk about it and suffers PTSD from everything he witnessed. He barely escaped with his sanity.

-His humor is morbid, and self deprecating.

-low self esteem from the void. Lets just say he wasn’t exactly… alone.

-He has a rather unsettling vibe, but so do most monsters from this AU. It’s not that he’s bad, its just that… you can feel he’s seen some shit.

-Loves his boys. He couldn’t confront them right away when he crawled out of the void because he was barely keeping himself together. Not only that he was not prepared for a brawl.

-not a fighter. I’m serious. You will kick his ass. You can be terrible and still win.

-pacifist

-Loves his boys! He’s so proud of them, and they’re so brave for everything they did.

-Axe was upset about him not coming to them as soon as possible until he heard about the condition he came from the void to the underground. Now he’s just happy he has dad back at all. He could’ve been eaten so easily… It scares him.

-Scared of the dark. Requires a nightlight or some form of dim light.

-He heard one superstition and then proceeded to look up others. He now treads very lightly.

-He starts to study mythology. He loves the stories and learning what Humans believed in the time they were underground. It seems they weren’t the only ones who suffered great ordeals.

-Not a goop dad. The Void was the reason for the Goop like appearance, and he was painfully and barely holding himself together.

-believes in the paranormal. He’s seen shit that he will never elude to that makes him believe. He’s not a fool. Is everything paranormal? No, why the fuck would it be?

-After some time of getting to know his boys more, they let him move in. He’s thrilled with this.

-Rate of success for cooking is debatable. Sometimes he just shrugs and says, “It’s a fire day today I guess.”

-he’s 5’6. The Void made him shrink a bit, and was originally 6’ tall.

-excitable. He’s not loud like Sugarskull, but he’s very eager to do things and talk with people.

-He understands monsters had done what they had to do to survive. He ends up learning about how some humans have been known to cannibalize without lack of food, so he likes to shoot that back at those who judge him. He also lists any other instances of cannibalism humans have shown if people continue their rants.

-He knows how to argue/debate. It’s an important skill to him. If he makes a mistake he’s reasonable and backs down.

-Actually pretty good with people. He’s generally well liked.

-Surprisingly functional, but there are days… Those days that pull him down in the void again and he can’t escape. He’s not grounded and they sneak up on him randomly.

-Nightmare every night, but he doesn’t remember. He wakes up smiling, but with a slight feeling of terror that he tends to brush off. He’s fine nothing happened as far as he’s aware.

-Constantly reminds himself he is safe. He’s with his boys. Everythings okay. They’re on the surface.

-Randomly stomps his feet on the ground to prove to himself that it is indeed real, and that he is indeed solid. He needs the reminder.

-not a fan of Undyne. He knows what she’s done, and her decisions as a queen were foolish in his opinion.

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Errorlust/Errotic AO3

Under the cut/in the last scene it gets quite suggestive. Nothing explicit but suggestive. Kind of 16+. I’ll put it after a *** and it’s the one that starts with Error had seemed nervous today.

Warnings: lots and lots of sex-mentions, haphephobia, suggestiveness

“h-HEy, LUst?”

Lust turned around at the sound of his friend’s voice. He smiled as he saw Error, who was stepping through a portal from the Antivoid into his room. He had been having a quite boring day, but that day had obviously gotten better now.

“yeah, sweetheart?” He replied as Error walked up to him.

“I waNT T-TO tRy so-sOmETHING. cOuld yOU C-ClosE yOur eYes?”

Lust raised an eyebrow, but did as asked. Immediately every sensation got stronger. The wind wined as it travelled in through his open window. Error’s step made the floorboards croak as he got closer. There was a pause, and then Lust felt it. Light as a feather, phalanges lightly graced his arm, travelling over it, exploring slightly. It was almost too light to be felt, but it was there. Lust sucked in a breath. Error was touching him. It was only through pure will of strength he kept himself from moving.

After a few seconds the touch went away, and Error made a sound which implied he could open his eye sockets. Lust stared at Error in shock, but couldn’t help the wide grin on his face.

Error blushed at his stupefied but joyful expression.

“SHut uP!”

They were sitting in the couch watching MTT with Papyrus. Lust’s brother smiled brightly as he watched his boyfriend on the TV. It was adorable. Lust sighed happily. Days like this he really felt he lived a quite good life, despite everything. His brother next to him, happy, and his boyfriend on his other side, groaning and faking disinterest, but obviously not as bored as he acted.

Error took a deep breath, and just as Lust was going to turn to see if everything was alright, something touched his hand. Error was blushing profusely. He looked down at his hand in the same moment as a black one gripped it softly. Lust suppressed a gasp, instead opting to not react except for a small squeeze to the other. A few moments later Error quickly retreated his hand. Nevertheless, Lust didn’t stop smiling all evening. The day had just gotten a lot better.

They’d been dating for three months, and Lust had never been happier. Especially since Error was less judgemental toward him than most of the Sanses and Papyruses, and had absolutely no problems with his having sex with others all the time. That was normal here, of course, as they didn’t have any other choice. Nevertheless, he knew most other universes frowned at having sex with others than your partner. ‘Cheating’ apparently. Huh. He didn’t have any problems with that. It was their way of living. The only thing annoying him was that they expected them to follow their life choices and values. If Lust didn’t try to make them live like Lust-monsters, what right did they have to try to change him?

Error looked up from his knitting, looking determined.

“StAnd uP*” he ordered, while doing the same. Lust raised an eyebrow at being ordered around, but did as asked. “SH-sHut yOur eYes.”

Lust closed his eye sockets. He wondered what the other would do this time. Whenever Error wanted to try something new, he had him close his eye sockets. It made the other more at ease, when Lust couldn’t see him. So of course, he did as asked. Anything for his boyfriend’s comfort.

The black skeleton breathing got heavier. He was obviously quite nervous over whatever he had planned. A step forward. He was standing right in front of Lust. Then Lust felt arms sneak around his waist, gently, oh so gently, hugging him. Error pressed himself against his front. Lust froze for a moment as he processed. Error was hugging him.

“hey, love?” he eventually asked, almost breathless. “can i hug you back?”

There was a pause, and a careful nod. As softly as he could, Lust put his arms around the shorter skeleton. He made to not restrict Error’s movement, and that the other could feel that he could break free at any moment.

The hug didn’t last long, but he savoured every moment. Afterwards they simply sank down at Lust’s bed, going back to their earlier activities, like nothing had happened.

Error was kissing him. Error was kissing him.

Lust had been waking up. It had been quite late since he’d been busy the night before. Just as he was beginning to open his eyesockets, a familiar voice had whispered “HaPpy bIrtHdaY,” and teeth had been pressed against his.

Lust’s eyesockets had flown open, and the sight meeting him had made him go still. Only for a moment though.

Lust threw his arms around Error’s neck, eagerly kissing back. Still holding loosely, though, in case his boyfriend wanted him to let go. He hummed happily. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Four months after they began to date, and they had their first kiss. It was clumsy, and a bit sloppy. Error was obviously unexperienced. It was quite possible this was his first kiss. Yet, Lust let him take the lead. It was the best kiss he had ever had.

It went on surprisingly long, and Error didn’t break free right away. Lust couldn’t help his stupid grin as he gazed up at his boyfriend.

“best birthday present ever.”

Lust curled up at Error’s side, nestling into his ribs. He took every possibility he could to touch the other. He still could hardly comprehend that Error’s haphephobia was almost completely gone with him now. After such a long time of being careful, he could touch the other practically as much as he wanted, and Error desired his touch just as much.

“i love you,” he said, smiling. Error looked away from the episode of Undernovela he had been watching, and stroked his forehead.

“I lOVe yoU toO.”

***

Error had seemed nervous today. He had been fidgeting with his strings for hours, refusing to look at him. Lust was getting nervous. Had he done something wrong? Had Error decided he didn’t want to be with him anymore? Was he going to break up with him? Lust did his best to distract himself from the thoughts, but they kept returning. He had tried to ask, but Error hadn’t given him a reply.

He swallowed, preparing himself to ask again. He needed to know. Just as he opened his mouth, though, he got interrupted.

“I w-WaNT tO TrY H_HAvInG sEX wiTh You!” Error exclaimed quickly, blushing yellow brightly. In his uneasiness the glitching and stammering got worse. Lust froze, staring at the other. His mouth was still open, and in the shock, he didn’t think of closing it. “i-If YoU w-wANT.”

It took a while for Lust to find words. Error wanted..? He wondered if Lust wanted to…? After two and a half year Error wanted to have sex with him? His boyfriend seemed to grow more anxious for every second he was silent. Despite that, Lust couldn’t find the words, trying to stammer a reply.

“w-We D-d-dON*T haVe t-T_t-tO, i-If y-YoU d-doN’T.”

At that, Lust let out a quick laugh of disbelief. He grinned widely, and inched closer to the other.

“i don’t want to?” he asked, surprised and slightly amused. He raised a hand to caress Error’s cheek, making his blush glow even more. “of course i do, error. more than you can imagine. are you sure you want it?”

Error gave a quick nod, and Lust’s grin grew wider. He moved his other hand to stroke Error’s clavicle, making him gasp slightly.

“tell me if it gets too much, or if you want to slow down,” he basically ordered before leaning in toward the other’s face, pressing light kisses down his mandible. “but until then, i’m going to make you scream.”

#errotic #errorlust #lust sans #error sans #underlust #sex-mentions #suggestiveness #haphephobia #my writing #i love this ship so much #errorxlust #lust/error

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Ficlet: Two Days

Summary: Two days in the lives of Stretch and Edge.

Notes: Too long to call a drabble. More Living on the Surface style AU. Depictions of depression and hurt/comfort, domestic. Also, happiness. Also on AO3

"You don’t want your brother to move in with me." Blue was not one to shy from directness and today was no exception. They were sitting in the Swap brother's kitchen, two cups of cooling tea in front of them, untouched. "My brother is grown adult who can make his own choices." "But you worry," Edge said, softly. "But I worry," Blue agreed. To his credit, he'd never attempted to interfere when Edge and Stretch had slowly, tentatively, begun considering moving in together. They'd been partners for well over a year, it was a logical step in Edge's mind. And yet, there was this, the unspoken concern of a brother brought out before them. "I understand," Edge said. He held his cup in both hands, the lingering warmth soothing to his bones. "I do, you must know that I of all people understand. I can’t just love him for his positive qualities. I realize there must be a few negatives." "A few?" Blue sounded amused, his eye lights sparkling. "Tell me something, what are Pappy's positive qualities?" "yeah, what are my positive qualities?" Both of them startled, looking at the kitchen door where Stretch was leaning, arms crossed over his chest. Edge had no idea how long he’d been listening. He looked amused but Edge had long since learned that meant nothing. "Oh, I don’t think I could name them," Edge said airily, just to see that smile widen. "They are ineffable." Stretch's laugh was appreciative. He stepped into the kitchen to flop heavily against Edge's back, wrapping his arms around him from behind. "hear that blue? he loves me because i’m f-able." "And unbearable."

Blue's smile was genuine enough but Edge could still see the underlying worry in his eye lights. "I have no doubt that you're both, brother. None at all."

Day One

Any of the skeletons that ran under the 'Sans' spectrum had, as various songs liked to put it, issues. They all knew it whether they discussed it or not, with most of them leaning in the direction of not. With that as a known, there were various ways to deal with it. Red responded reasonably well to threats, Sans to forceful encouragement. Neither option was likely on any therapist's docket; it was simply what their brother's had learned through trial and error worked best. Stretch, on the other hand— Edge wondered if it was because he was a Swap Papyrus that he was different. Blue had warned him against trying to push against his stubborn nature. The only time Blue had tried it, his brother had simply stopped speaking or eating and it had frightened him enough not to try anything like it again.

With the door barely cracked, Edge looked out of the kitchen at him. Behind him were a rack of cooling muffins, one of Stretch's favorites and often Edge had to scold him when he stole one while they were still hot enough to singe. The lack of a muffin thief in his kitchen almost disappointing; it left him alone with the soft scent of banana in the air and gently browned baked goods that sat undisturbed.

There was a cartoon playing on the television with singing frogs dancing around the screen and Stretch was curled up on the sofa in a tatty blanket. It gave him every illusion of watching the movie, except the soft, unfocused lights of his eyes.

Edge took off his apron and hung it up, rinsing the bowls and setting them to soak in the sink. He didn't hide his approach, didn't wait for Stretch to turn his gaze from not watching the television to him.

"Can I sit with you?" Edge asked softly. He waited patiently, giving him a chance to reply. What he got was a noncommittal shrug which he decided was assent. He moved to the end of the sofa and that Stretch sat up long enough for him to sit down was encouraging. He settled back down immediately, his skull resting not uncomfortably against Edge's femur.

Slowly, he rested a hand on Stretch's skull, giving him time to protest. Only a faint breath, not quite a sigh, and Edge lightly scratched his coronal sutures. The singing frogs played on and it was some time later that Stretch spoke.

"i’m sorry that i’m like this." A small voice, not at all one he cared to hear from his lover.

"Hm. No," Edge said decisively. That got him a genuine reaction. Stretch looked up at him, startled, "what?" "No, I don’t care for that. I’d rather you said you hate that you’re like this. 'Sorry' implies that it’s somehow your fault while hating it is a reasonable reaction to something you can't control." Stretch gave a soft huff, not quite a laugh, turning his face into Edge's femur. He drew his knees up to his chest and beneath the blanket he looked as small as a Sans, what he was and wasn't. "i hate that i’m like this," the thickness in his voice was as telling as tears. His sockets were squeezed closed, faint orange glow seeping out. "Me too," Edge agreed, "But I love you. And I’ll be here no matter what." "you don’t deserve this." "Neither do you," Edge countered, "And yet here we are. We don't always get what we deserve. All we can do is deal with what we have."

Stretch fell silent. Sometime later, Edge felt a hand creeping up his leg, fingers gripping the fabric of his pants. He kept petting Stretch's skull and focused on the cartoon frogs singing on the screen.

Day Two

He'd known all along he was going to be the pack mule. That much had been a given. What he hadn't quite expected was the distance they'd be walking in the near dark.

Not that the dark bothered him in the least; Edge had perfect night vision and he could only assume by Stretch's easy stride that he did as well. The humans around them seem less confident, lighting their paths with flash lights and the occasional cell phone. He was sourly glad they'd gotten a good look at him and Stretch in the lodge. Even he would admit that coming across the two of them in the dark might be slightly less than ideal for an unsuspecting human.

The woods around them were faintly reminiscent of Snowdin, despite lacking the signature snow. They likely contained nothing more dangerous than the occasional deer or rabbit, if they didn't include him.

"All right, everyone, here we are!" Their guide called from the front of the group. The forest opened up into a large clearing and Edge could see a small pavilion with picnic tables close by.

The nametag hanging from her lanyard declared her name to be, 'Catherine'. She clapped her hands and the low murmur of voices around them died down. "Everyone can spread out and find a place for their blanket. We will be setting up the telescope here at the pavilion and every family will be given an allotted time. I’d like to remind everyone to keep any lights and noise levels at a minimum. No electronics, please."

Despite Stretch bouncing on his toes next to him, Edge waited until the human families had chosen their spots before moving to the edge of the group. Not far away from them but allowing them slightly more distance than the humans allowed themselves.

"did i tell you that the perseids meteor shower is caused because of the swift-tuttle comet?" Stretch's voice was respectfully quiet to the neighbors and yet Edge could still hear the quiver of excitement.

Edge hummed an agreement, spreading their blanket out on the ground. From his pack, he took two self-inflating pillows and another blanket.

"…it's the largest object known to make repeated passes near earth. It's like, 16 miles across!"

"Mm hmm." Edge did know that. He knew because Stretch had told him at least three times this past week, since the day he'd wandered off in the Farmer's Market and returned waving a flyer with gleeful abandon. The flyer had stated the local nature preserve would be having a meteor shower watching event and that everyone was welcome.

'Everyone' had been stressed in capital letters and an italic font.

That had seemed like a strong sign that preparing a backpack would be a wise decision. Blankets, check, camping pillows, check, bottled water, check, a supply of healthy snacks, check. A smaller, secret supply of unhealthy snacks for when Stretch refused the others, check.

Stretch had done his part by leaving his cigarettes the car so he wouldn’t be tempted. "Everyone settled?" Catherine called. "All right, then! Eyes up and we should start seeing things very soon! Also this is a family program and I know it’s dark but let’s keep things rated G, okay?"

Stretch was still chattering softly, a bubbling fountain of meteor shower knowledge overflowing, when Edge pulled him down into their little nest, tucking a blanket around him. He settled immediately into Edge's side, forgoing the pillow in favor of Edge's shoulder. A streak of light flashed across the sky. He felt Stretch jerk, almost vibrating as if his excitement alone would bring others down from orbit. And perhaps it did; another streak of light shot across the sky. Another. Stretch was shaking against him and Edge was briefly concerned he was cold despite the lingering August heat from the day. He hugged Stretch closer, unnoticed by his lover who kept his eye lights on the star-emblazoned sky.

Soft footsteps approached and Edge forced himself not to tense.

"Are you gentleman okay?" their guide asked softly. "We’re fine." "Okay, great," she sounded genuinely pleased and Edge added her to his tentative tally of acceptable humans. She handed them a small slip of paper. "Here is your slot for the telescope. Enjoy the show!" She moved on to the next group, leaving them in semi-privacy.

"it's beautiful," Stretch whispered, awed.

"It is," Edge agreed, though he wasn't looking at the sky. Stretch didn’t notice; his attention was on the falling stars above them. The Milky Way stretched out before them, awash with brief flashes of light falling to the Earth.

"did you know that most of these are as small as a grain of sand?"

"I didn't," Edge pressed a kiss to Stretch's skull. "Tell me more."

fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #us!papyrus #uf!papyrus #underswap #underfell

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