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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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26 and Mettaton for the writing prompts? Intentionally vague so you can just go wild with it.

Please go wild with it.

VERY grateful for the permission to go wild :) It's king MTT ending papyton so I hope you like that

Rating: T Word Count: 4039 Prompt: Your aura almost drowns me / like a deadly perfume Read on AO3: here

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It was almost funny, how even when everything changed, so much stayed the same.

Despite the packed, near frantic energy of the ballroom, monsters were sure to give Papyrus a wide berth. They must have been intimidated by his dashing shades and sharp suit. He couldn’t blame them. Surely they were just admiring him from a respectful distance! It wasn’t quite like the cheering adulation he’d aspired to attain in the Royal Guard, but considering there no longer was a Royal Guard, his position as Mettaton’s agent was the next best thing.

Or, it would have been. If everything hadn’t sucked.

He strained to spot his brother on the opposite side of the ballroom, but pink smoke clouded his view. It poured from fog machines on either side of Napstablook’s turntable, shifting in time with the throb, throb, throbbing music. The artificial smell bore the same tang of the MTT-Brand Attraction Slime™ that Papyrus used to wear.

He’d always dreamed of going to parties like this. Well, maybe not exactly like this—there was supposed to be something less desperate, less panicked in the way that everyone danced, in the way some monsters chugged champagne at the open bar like it was their last day on earth.

It probably wasn’t. This ball was for members of Mettaton’s fan club. Those monsters didn’t tend to disappear.

Unless Sans’s friends sprang their plan tonight. Then… well, Papyrus wasn’t sure who would get caught in the crossfire.

Officially, he didn’t know a thing about the bar-brewed plot. Unofficially, it was difficult not to overhear the unrest at Grillby’s whenever Papyrus stopped by to collect an unconscious Sans.

Papyrus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but all it did was fill his lungs with smoke.

Suddenly the sharp noise of microphone interference cut through the music. The song paused immediately after, and Papyrus thought he heard a mumbled “sorry.”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlebeauties!” Mettaton announced from the stage.

The fog seemed to part around him, swirling in the flowing folds of his pink dress. Papyrus noticed Burgerpants—er, Brad—holding an electric fan behind the stage’s curtain.

Papyrus stood up straighter. He was alert. He was prepared for anything.

It would be nice to know what “anything” was, though.

He scanned the ballroom, wishing Mettaton hadn’t insisted on so much decorative fog. But a good sentry—er, agent—could work even in the worst conditions.

“Thank you all for coming out to this month’s MTT-Brand Glam Gala™, the only celebration in the Underground sponsored by your ravishing ruler.” Mettaton posed, lifting one of his gorgeous legs up through a slit in his dress.

…It would also be easier for Papyrus to do his job if his boss weren’t so, er, ravishing.

He shook his head, attempting to tune out Mettaton’s sonorous voice. Papyrus had heard him rehearse it plenty of times, anyway. The main takeaway was that Mettaton was going to begin work on an amusement park to the west of Snowdin.

Whether by accident or not, Sans had already leaked that information to the Grillby’s regulars. Hence the plotting. The plotting that Papyrus Did Not Know About. The plotting that Mettaton couldn’t reasonably expect him to report, considering most of the monsters involved had been inebriated at the time.

Yes. It would all be fine! Papyrus would stop any plots before they could be fully plotted, and he could keep Mettaton from finding out that his brother was (probably, technically, if only by association) a traitor.

“Now, for the news you’ve all been dying to hear—” Mettaton’s lips kept moving for a moment after the mic cut out. He frowned down at the offending technology.

Then one of the fog machines exploded.

The thundering BOOM shook the ballroom’s tall columns—and shook the crystal chandelier from the ceiling.

Papyrus snatched the closest monsters and dove out of the way. Crystals hit marble like hail on a roof. Like bullets on metal.

The green dragon and blue-dressed lion clutched his suit, apparently no longer intimidated. Papyrus made sure they were both unharmed before dashing towards the stage, careful to float a few inches above the sparkling-yet-hazardous debris.

He his teeth through the onslaught of smoke pouring from the broken machine. He couldn’t see a thing anymore. Was he still running in the right direction? All he could hear were screams, shattering glass, and—

The screech of metal on metal.

Papyrus clipped through the edge of the stage, landing and summoning a long bone attack. With a rapid spin, the bone blew the plume of smoke away, revealing—

Doggo. Doggo, who’s sentry station had been just a bark away from Papyrus’s. Doggo, who had been the only member of the Guard besides Undyne who seemed to want him around.

Doggo, his swords slick with dark oil.

“Papyrus?” Doggo blinked.

“Yes,” Papyrus’s voice cracked. He kept spinning his bone attack as he edged closer to Mettaton. “The Great Papyrus. Mettaton’s agent extraordinaire. That’s me.”

“Darling…” Mettaton trailed off, steam leaking from his right shoulder.

The top of his dress was torn, scuffs marring the normally pristine metal beneath. And that growing wet stain near his middle could only be from a crack in his central cooling chamber.

The fog machine explosion must have done most of the damage. It couldn’t all be from Doggo. Papyrus had seen both of them in battle; Mettaton should have the canine completely outclassed.

(And out-LOVEd. But Papyrus officially Did Not Know that, either.)

Well! Regardless, his injuries were nothing that the Great Papyrus couldn’t patch up! He just had to get him out of here first.

“I would ask you to put away your weapons, Doggo.” Papyrus kept a calm, professional posture. “Unless you’re looking for a friendly spar with me, in which case I would happily accept!”

“What? No, of course I don’t want—” Doggo shook his head. “You weren’t even supposed to be here! You hate smoke!”

Papyrus had told Doggo this on many occasions. Usually when his dog-treat smoke wafted too close to Papyrus’s station.

“A Royal Guard would never leave their station over something as irritating-yet-inconsequential as smoke!” Papyrus puffed out his chest. He wished he was wearing his old scarf. It would have billowed dramatically in the wind that his attack was creating.

“Look, dude—you don’t really want this guy in charge, do you?” Doggo pointed one of his swords at Mettaton, who scoffed.

“Who w-wouldn’t want someone as fabulous as me…?” he stumbled a little, and Papyrus instinctively moved to catch him. “I’ve… only been doing… what’s best…”

“What’s best for yourself,” Doggo barked.

Papyrus got his shoulder underneath Mettaton, propping him up while keeping one arm free to hold his attack.

“Do you think this is what Undyne would’ve wanted?” Doggo’s voice was more of a plea this time.

Papyrus clenched his jaw. Officially, Undyne was just missing. Unofficially…

Well. Papyrus knew. Doggo knew. It didn’t need to be said.

“Undyne wouldn’t want us to fight each other,” Papyrus said quietly. “Not like this.”

Doggo’s swords lowered a fraction. Smoke swirled around his face now that Papyrus couldn’t use both hands to spin his makeshift fan.

“F…fine!” Doggo said. “I was just the distraction, anyway!”

Just the—?

Doggo ducked and rolled. Then something cut through the smoke.

The flying object was fast, but Papyrus was faster. He swung his bone, deflecting the incoming axe before it could pierce Mettaton’s cooling chamber. The weapon sunk deep into the stage floor, still quivering with energy.

Dogaressa’s axe. Which meant Dogamy couldn’t be far behind.

“Why—nngh…” Mettaton groaned. His arm was sputtering steam as well, the accordion-like tube limp from the pressure leak.

“Well. You did announce plans to cut down their forest and replace it with an amusement park,” Papyrus couldn’t help pointing out.

“Everyone… nngh… loves amusement parks! Who doesn’t want to be amused?”

“Er, the people trying to kill you?”

There. Papyrus caught a shadowed figure in the smoke. With a ping, their soul turned blue.

“I’m sorry about this, Dogamy!” he called through the pink fog. Then he pointed towards the far wall.

Dogamy yelped as his gravity changed direction. The impact wouldn’t be enough to deplete much HP. Papyrus would send him a “Get Well Soon” card later.

“Why are you apologizing to monsters who are trying to kill us?”

“Because they’re not very good at it.” Papyrus couldn’t help smiling a little. If there had still been a Royal Guard, surely a display like this would have changed Undyne’s mind—

But then again, if Undyne were still alive, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Now,” Papyrus said, dismissing his bone attack in order to lift up Mettaton’s unfairly beautiful legs. “I hope you don’t mind missing the end of this very fun party.”

Mettaton held on to Papyrus’s neck as tightly as his damaged arm could. Papyrus tried very hard not to blush, which would have been both unprofessional and inappropriate under these serious circumstances.

“It would have been more fun if I’d gotten out my chainsaw before…” He pouted at his damaged arm.

“While I’m sure that would have been spectacular, I am very glad that you did Not do that.”

“Ha ha… yes, it wouldn’t have shown up well on camera with all of this smoke, I suppose…”

That smoke didn’t show signs of clearing any time soon. Papyrus used his bone attack to tap the floor in front of him, so he wouldn’t trip off of the stage. While he could ignore the laws of physics from time to time, it was much more difficult while carrying another person.

If there was one benefit to the flood of smoke, though, it was that no one saw them sneak out of the ballroom. Probably. Hopefully. Papyrus didn’t see any signs of the old Canine Unit following them, anyway.

He didn’t see any signs of Sans, either. Where was he? And could he actually have…?

There would be time to get answers later. Right now, Mettaton needed him.

XXX

Mettaton awoke to the comforting sound of a welding torch.

“Nngh… Alphys…?” He tried to rub his eye, but his circuits didn’t seem to be firing properly. His arm flopped on the bed like a limp noodle.

Bed. He was on his bed; he could see the pink curtains hanging from the bedposts, feel his plush pillow propping up his head. Alphys never performed maintenance while he was on a bed, for fear of the sheets catching fire.

Papyrus wasn’t quite as prone to safety. The skeleton flipped up his welding mask—he was wearing that, at least—and revealed a tight grin.

“Sorry. It’s just me.”

The memories came flooding back. The disastrous gala. The explosion, the pain he wasn’t used to feeling, the betrayal of his own citizens…

And Papyrus. Dear, gallant Papyrus, like the knight of Mettaton’s fantasies, only in a black tuxedo instead of silver armor. The handsome suit was better suited to him, anyway.

“Don’t speak of yourself that way, darling.” Mettaton tried to reach for Papyrus’s face, but of course, his arm was still dysfunctional. That was probably for the best.

Mettaton didn’t deserve Papyrus’s loyalty, let alone his touch.

“Oh. Erm.” Papyrus reached up to scratch the back of his neck, apparently forgetting that he was holding the welding torch. And that it was still on.

And that it was lighting his collar on fire.

Mettaton giggled as Papyrus’s eyesockets widened. The skeleton somehow shut off the torch and patted out the flames with barely an ash mark to his white gloves.

“Getting a little hot under the collar, beautiful?” Mettaton winked. At least his eyelid circuits were still functioning.

“My collar and underlying bones are a perfectly normal temperature,” Papyrus insisted. Mettaton couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “You, however, are still overheating.”

Oh. That was… bad. He felt even hotter as the panic finally pushed through his blurred thoughts.

He’d nearly died. If it weren’t for Papyrus, he would be dead.

“Don’t worry! I nearly have you patched up. Your cooling tank suffered a leak, which resulted in some of your internal piping drying out momentarily…”

He proceeded to give Mettaton a detailed summary of each of his injuries. Mettaton didn’t know how his own body worked well enough to understand most of it. He’d always assumed that Alphys would be here to clean up after these sorts of incidents.

Well. He should know better than to expect any of his friends to stay. Especially when he was always the one running away.

“...Mettaton?” Papyrus asked.

“Hm? Yes, darling, I’m listening,” he lied.

“Can you lift your arm now? I’ve finished restoring the oil pressure.”

Stars, he was lucky that Papyrus was so skilled with mechanics. He was no Alphys, of course—she was irreplaceable—but without him, Mettaton would be nothing more than a corpse of Gamerblood Energy™ cans.

Mettaton lifted his arm and flexed his fingers. He could never take that feeling for granted.

“Excellent!” Papyrus beamed. “Then as long as you don’t try to use any chainsaws for a while, you should be perfect. Not that you aren’t always perfect, of course!”

“Of course. There was no question about it.” Mettaton hid his sigh of relief. He wasn’t going to die. He was going to be fine. “After all, I do have the most fabulous agent in the Underground to tend to me.”

A pink blush stained Papyrus’s cheekbones. The color was only a few shades lighter than his oil-stained tie.

“If I were truly fabulous, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place.”

“Nonsense, darling.” Mettaton reached up and straightened Papyrus’s singed collar. That was a safe enough place to touch. “These things happen. Every star has those fools who would try to eclipse his light.”

Though his voice was confident, Papyrus didn’t look convinced. It was difficult to blame him for seeing through the act. While Mettaton’s showmanship was dazzling, it was hard to put his soul into the performance anymore.

The truth was, Papyrus had been right. Those rebels didn’t want an amusement park. They didn’t want galas, or movie premiers.

They wanted him dead. And he was absolutely not going to let that happen.

Papyrus sat at the edge of Mettaton’s bed, his gloved fingers lacing together in his lap. His jaw opened and closed, making a soft popping sound, but no words came out.

“Speak up, lovely. Unless I’ve suffered damage to my sound sensors…”

Papyrus tensed, but then looked over at Mettaton, his browbone furrowed in thought.

“Hypothetically speaking. If you were attacked by a group of well-meaning but misguided rebels—”

“That’s hardly hypothetical, darling.” Mettaton’s voice was flat. If Papyrus wouldn’t buy into Mettaton’s acting, it was only fair that he returned the favor.

“Well.” Papyrus cleared his throat. “In that case, you do believe that they meant well!”

Was this some kind of verbal puzzle? Mettaton was too tired to play these kinds of games.

“Regardless of what they meant, they intended to destroy me. Not that they could have succeeded, of course.” He attempted to sit up, to prove just how futile their efforts had been. Unfortunately, his chestplate was still raw where it had been welded back together, and he winced. “Their punishment will fit their crime.”

Papyrus flinched. What did he have to worry about? He had been loyal… and yet, he hadn’t gone on the offensive against the rebels. There had been familiarity between them, if Mettaton’s memory wasn’t muddled by the pain.

“A star mustn’t show weakness,” he continued while discreetly propping a heart-shaped pillow behind his back. “I can’t. I’m all the Underground has left. And the show must go on.”

He was still loved. Maybe not by everyone, but by enough monsters to matter. He couldn’t abandon them.

(Why not? A voice whispered in his head. You’ve abandoned everyone else.)

“What if the show went on with a little less, um, murder?” Papyrus suggested. “Hypothetically.”

“You’re hilarious, Papyrus-darling.” He forced a laugh. “Where’s the fun without a little bloodshed?”

“Bloodshed! Yes! I love having a shed for my blood.” Papyrus tugged at his collar. “But, did you know that monsters don’t actually have blood? You would have to add that in with special effects anyway. So. Speaking as your agent. Murder seems like a waste of budget, personally.”

Mettaton’s fists gripped the red sheets as Papyrus spoke. This… this conversation couldn’t be happening. Papyrus adored him. Papyrus had fought off his old friends for him. Even if everyone else left, Papyrus wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“It’s my budget,” he snapped. “If I want blood, there’ll be a shed full of it.”

“Great! I will put synthetic blood on the shopping list. Physical effects age better than digital editing, anyway.” Papyrus pulled a notepad from his suit pocket and jotted something down.

“That isn’t what I meant! I—you really think I would let violent rebels get off without as much as a little maiming?”

He’d done worse than maiming in the past, for crimes far less than treason. As soon as he’d recovered, it would be a simple matter to track down and take out his opposition.

Unless his agent tipped them off.

“Are you planning to betray me too?” he blurted as Papyrus said, “Then you’ll have to kill my brother.”

They blinked at each other. Mettaton’s brow furrowed.

“Your—Sans?” Mettaton gaped.

His other agent was so lazy, Mettaton often forgot he existed. He had only hired the skeleton because of a past connection to Alphys, and because Papyrus had begged him to.

“Hypothetically!”

“Drop the act!” Mettaton wanted to surge forward and grab Papyrus’s collar, but this time for a far less pleasant reason. Unfortunately, his body still refused to move that quickly. “Your brother, my agent, was involved in this? And you didn’t tell me?”

Papyrus started to sweat.

“Maybe we should talk about this when you’re feeling better. Perhaps over a nice plate of spaghetti?”

“Papyrus,” Mettaton hissed. “I nearly died! Do you know what dying is like? Because I don’t want to find out!”

He hadn’t become corporeal just to lose it all to some simpleminded coup! Not even if that coup involved the only monster that Mettaton still cared for!

…Besides Blooky, of course. Where had they gone when the ballroom devolved into chaos…? It didn’t matter. They weren’t corporeal. They couldn’t die.

“I don’t imagine Sans wants to, either.” Papyrus’s voice was even, as if they were discussing the weather. If the Underground had weather.

Sans didn’t want what? It took Mettaton a moment to refocus on what Papyrus had been saying.

“The other monsters you murdered, too.” He looked up, his eyesockets somehow darker than ever. Like black holes that could suck in Mettaton’s soul. “Did they want to find out how dying felt?”

Mettaton choked. He knew. Papyrus knew.

“How do you—?”

“I’m not here to judge you. I leave that to my brother.” Papyrus scooted a little closer, and then to Mettaton’s surprise, he took his hand. “I still believe in you, Mettaton. You can still be a good person—no, a great person!—if you really try!”

He… what? It was difficult to focus on anything but the warmth of Papyrus’s hand.

“Maybe you think that just because you’ve done a violence in the past, you have to keep walking down that road… but you’ve never had anyone show you otherwise, have you?” He smiled. Maybe the expression was just a little tight, a little desperate. Mettaton wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t an actor himself.

Papyrus was still afraid. Afraid of Mettaton. He didn’t want Papyrus to be afraid.

Light, all he’d ever wanted was to be loved. …And to stay alive. The second one took priority, these days.

“I can’t.” He bit his lip. “I appreciate the heartfelt performance, darling, but in this world…”

“It’s kill or be killed?” A light twinkled briefly in his eyesockets, like he knew a secret.

“In my case, at least.” Mettaton wrapped his arms around himself. He could see the thin, neat stitching where Papyrus had repaired the tubing. “There’s only room for one star in the spotlight.”

“Did you ever consider that, possibly, there are ways to stop your enemies without murder?”

Mettaton frowned. “I don’t think bribery is going to work here, either.”

“You have a wonderful sense of humor!” Papyrus laughed. “But, no. I know a tactic far more advanced than that!”

“Do you, now?” Mettaton leaned forward a little.

Despite his doubts, he was intrigued. Papyrus had essentially ruled the town of Snowdin, albeit with the late Undyne’s help. As far as he knew, there had been no murder involved. Perhaps Mettaton should have thought to seek his advice sooner. Murder was usually just the faster and safer solution.

(Until it wasn’t, apparently.)

“I do!” Papyrus leaned in too, until his nasal bone nearly touched Mettaton’s nose.

If Mettaton weren’t still so battered… well, there would be time for those thoughts later. Since Papyrus wasn’t betraying him.

“You see, talking to people can solve all sorts of problems.” Papyrus smiled. “Maybe even this one.”

“Talking,” Mettaton drawled. “That’s your secret?”

“Not just talking. You know about talking. You do it all the time!”

Mettaton frowned. Somehow, that felt like an insult.

“My special technique is called ‘listening.’” Papyrus sat back on his heels, giving Mettaton space again.

Too much space. Did he realize what he was doing? Did he know that Mettaton wanted to crawl onto him, drink in his aura like a heady perfume?

Perhaps Papyrus was onto something. If he had the power to change Mettaton’s stubborn mind, then surely he could charm weaker-willed monsters into submission.

“Fine,” he relented too easily. “We’ll try this your way—”

Papyrus was already beaming, but Mettaton held up a finger.

“On one condition.”

Papyrus blinked, still smiling. “Of course, Mettaton! As your loyal agent, I am at your command!”

Mettaton’s soul fluttered a little too much at that.

“I’m promoting you. From now on, you’re the head of my Royal Guard.” Mettaton wasn’t about to go anywhere without knowing that someone was watching out for threats. He’d been too confident tonight. Until Papyrus’s advice had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand, he wanted to have someone he could trust in an emergency.

Trust. It had been… a while, since Mettaton really trusted someone.

“I’m still not committing any murders for you,” Papyrus said firmly. “Luckily for you, I am expert in the arts of non-fatal incapacitating. I even have the Blood Shed to prove it!”

Mettaton was intrigued by this Blood Shed, which sounded fascinatingly literal, but that was a topic for a later time.

“Fantastic.” Mettaton smiled. “I’m counting on you, Captain Papyrus.”

“Captain Papyrus,” he echoed, adjusting the lapels of his suit. “...Do I still get to keep the agent uniform?”

Mettaton chuckled.

“Darling, the only way you can lose that uniform is if I personally strip it off of you.”

Papyrus stared, his eyesockets widening. His blush was definitely darker than his tie now.

“W-well!” Sweat dripped off of his skull, but he grinned. “I could live with that?”

“Good,” Mettaton got out of his suddenly dry throat. Alphys had certainly designed some of his emotional integrations a little too realistically. “Great. Perfect. Groovy.”

Groovy? Who was he, Maddy? The last thing he needed was to start imitating his cousin.

“Groovy!” Papyrus nodded back. “In that case, I will let you rest, and prepare a gourmet plate of spaghetti to speed your recovery!”

He practically floated off the bed, and he seemed to… clip through the pink curtains? The sight almost distracted Mettaton enough to let him leave, but at the last moment, his repaired arm stretched out.

“Papyrus,” he said, his voice shakier than he intended. “I think what would help me recover the most… would be your sparkling presence.”

Papyrus turned back to face him. A soft smile graced his expression.

“As long as my presence isn’t so bright that you can’t sleep.”

Mettaton smiled, tugging Papyrus back to the bed.

As it turned out, Papyrus’s presence was just the nightlight Mettaton needed.

#king mettaton #some mercy #papyton #fic tag #tali writes #prompt requests #papyrus #mettaton #put a lot of love into this one i hope u like it #i need to write more for this ending. theres so much i didnt get to unpack here

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Sans

Papyrus

Alphys

Undyne

Temmie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Muffet

Toriel (PLATONIC ONLY)

Asgore (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mettaton

Napstablook (PLATONIC ONLY)

Flowey (PLATONIC ONLY)

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Kris

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Ralsei

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Queen

Swatch

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The Addisions

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Robert

Damien

Craig

Hugo

Mat

Amanda (PLATONIC ONLY)

Detroit become human

Ralph

Connor

RK900

Markus

Gavin

North

Stardew Valley

Literally all of the bachelors

Penny

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Resident Evil Village

Alcina Demitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Donna Beneviento

Overwatch

Hanzo Shimada

Genji Shimada

Cole Cassidy (Mcree)

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

Lucio Correia Dos Santos

Mei

Hana Song (D.Va)

Ashe

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Bastion (ONLY PLATONIC)

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76)

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida

Denki Kaminari

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Shota Aizawa

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Honey (PLATONIC ONLY)

Seven deadly sins

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Diane

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Dereri

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DeathNote

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TMNT 2012

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ROTTMNT

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Hellboy (2004-2008)

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✨Sparkles✨ mean I'm currently hyperfixating on this topic at the moment and will have a higher chance of writing for this/these one('s)

While these are not all the fandoms I'm in, these are the ones I'm most comfortable with writing about

Some rules:

I may or may not write smut? I'm not sure since I haven't really done it, but I will NOT write smut for characters under the age of 21

I won't write anything that has to do with the reader being super OP or being half of like, literally everything

When it comes to Y/N being an anthropomorphic animal/human or half of that, if stuff like that is canon in the fandom, then I'll write it (like a half human half monster for Undertale, or a Cat person for TMNT) but if stuff like that just doesn't exist in that world, then I most likely won't write it

I won't write a character being a racist, rapist, homophobic, transphobic or anything like that, those things are fucked up and aren't ok and that character I may write, might be someone else's comfort character and I don't want to ruin a character for someone

I won't write a character as being an abuser, sure, I could say they where abused some way in the past if it is relevant to the fic, but I will not write a character being an abuser themselves, that's just not right

I won't write yandere characters, it just feels to toxic to me to have someone be THAT possessive of someone

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starsgivemehp · 5 years

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☯ + Judgement Hall

Canon Drabbles | accepting

(WELLLLL this isn’t a drabble. It’s very long. BUT it just so happens I’d written this long ago from Frisk’s point of view, from an earlier version of Red, so getting to rewrite it in his POV and with updated backstories was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. So, here you are~!)

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“stop right there, kid.”

Red watched the human child come to asurprised halt, clearly startled by his sudden appearance. They hadn’t spokensince Snowidn, but he’d been there, watching, from Syren’s little concert tothe vents of Hotland to the winding hallways of the core. He wasn’t impressed.He stood facing them, his hands in his pockets, gaze narrowed. They gave himthat innocent, confused look, the same look they gave Mettaton, and Undyne, andVex, and anyone else who fought them. Like they couldn’t believe it. He grit histeeth.

“don’t gimme that look… you and i both knowwhat’s gonna happen next.”

They tilted their head slightly. They wereeven shorter than him, a child, their body stocky and still growing. Theirhands moved precisely, quick and confident.

‘Why are you here, Red?’

“don’t ask stupid questions. you made it allthis way, you beat my boss, and the captain, even the human-killing robot. youshould’ve died ages ago. how did you survive?”

They didn’t answer, their hands hesitating,and he scoffed.

“yeah, i know how. by making friends with them. by being nice to them until they spared you outof pity, or to return the favor. well, lemme tell ya somethin’, kid. no onespares anyone down here. that’s just not how the underground works. for years,there’s been only one rule. kill, or bekilled.”

Frisk set their jaw, straightening up, andfinally found words.

‘But I did neither of those things.’

“that’s right. you didn’t kill, and you weren’tkilled. well. good for you, kid. but now what? you can’t pass the barrier onyour own no matter how much ‘determination’ you have. you need a monster souland a human soul. and not just any monster soul, either. a monster soul thatwill persist long enough after death for you to take it and absorb it. a bossmonster’s soul. and as of right now, there are only two boss monsters. one isthe king. and the other… well, who knows where the queen went?”

Frisk lifted their hands, but he bulldozed on,unwilling to let them dig in with their talk of mercy. Not for this.

“so, kid, we got a good ending and a bad ending.the bad ending is, you walk past me and fight and kill our king – and he’s areal jerk, don’t get me wrong, but he isking – you take his soul, you pass through the barrier leaving us behind in apower vacuum. we fall into despair; monsters everywhere start falling down anddying. we struggle to survive and hope against hope that another human fallssoon. or… the good ending. you die. you give us your soul, and we break free ofthis mountain.”

Of course, the King had plans of war, butthose could be dealt with after. vex and undyne weren’t training for nothing,or just to beat up vagabonds. This kid didn’t need to know these things.

He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, palm up, hispupils softening a little around the edges. He did his best to look genuine.

“you can guess which one we’d prefer. i’m askin’ ya nicely,kid. do everyone a favor, and give it up peacefully. if you do, i’ll make yourdeath quick and painless. i’m a nice guy sometimes, y’know, and i don’t like toput in a lot of effort. fighting is a hassle, don’t you agree? “

He waited like that patiently, with his arm stretched out,while Frisk stared at him in shock. He wasn’t surprised. His offer wasdownright generous, compared to the other fights they’d been through. There wasa chance, a small chance that theymight actually take his offer, and he wouldn’t have to make this a big mess.But, he could tell already they weren’t going to take his offer. Of course. Hewas resigning himself even before their jaw set.

‘I’m going to return to the surface, and I’m taking you allwith me.’

Red sighed, flipping his hand for the palm to face Frisk.

“well, i tried it the easy way. now you get the hard way.”

He turned their soul blue and threw them into the airviciously.

Things seemed to blur after that. He was sure he’d beatenthem, he was sure he could smell the sickening tang of human blood, making histhroat close up and his soul thud in revulsion. But no, here he was again, hishand out, ready to turn their soul blue. He paused for just a moment, watchingthem.

“that expression…”

He turned their soul blue and flung them. They survived hisattack, slamming the CHECK button. He tried not to shiver, and instead smirked,enjoying their shocked expression at his piss-poor stats.

“what? thought i was stronger? i toldja i didn’t likefighting. but hey, you should’ve attacked while you had the chance, buddy.”

He attacked viciously, trying to dredge up the faintest hintof KR to make it easier on himself. He couldn’t. He couldn’t muster therighteous fury needed to make his magic spark yellow, to make his attacks domore than one measly point at a time. But even without it, he had tricks andworkarounds that gave him a severe advantage.

Things started blurring a little more, but he was gettingused to it. He was experiencing the time LOADs he’d theorized they were usingto win. But he still wouldn’t let them win.

‘Hey, Red! What do you call a skeleton that stuck its head inthe freezer? A numbskull!’“hehehe, good one kid. i’ll use it myself when i get tothe surface.”-- - - - - - - - -‘Did you sit on a pile of sugar, Red? Because you have apretty sweet ass!’“hehe. clever, but i’m a skeleton. i don't have an ass.”- - - - - - - - - -'Red, please, stop! You’vekilled me four times now!’“i know how to count,thanks. i’m a physicist. a well-rounded five, maybe?”

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“lemme tell you a story.”

Red wandered over to oneof the pillars in the golden hallway. The kid was clutching their bleeding arm.The smell of blood made him nauseated, but he shook it off. He watched themwith his good eye, the blind right one closed to give him a casual look.

“so i’m a sentry atsnowdin forest, right? out there, in the middle of nowhere, is a door. the doorto the ruins, i’m guessing. but it’s perfect for knock-knock jokes. one time, iwas sittin’ there, crankin’ 'em out as usual, when i heard a voice. a laugh.someone was on the other side, and they liked my stupid puns. it was a woman. idon’t know her name, i never asked. but she really freakin’ loves puns. then sheknocked herself and told one of her own. she was good. we startedgoin’ back and forth, almost every day. we’ve been doin’ it for years now. it’sgreat.”

He knew he had a stupid,fond look on his face as he told the story. Even though he’d never seen her face,he had a terrible fondness for her.

“one day… thelady wasn’t laughin’ much. somethin’ was wrong, i could tell. y'know, i’mpretty good at telling stuff like that. so i asked her what was up. she neverdid get around to tellin’ me what happened. but instead, she asked mesomethin’. she asked me, 'Red, how do you feel about promises?’ and so i toldher, 'look lady, i don’t make promises to people unless i trust 'em a lot…but you’re one of those people. tell me what you want and i’ll decide.’ so shetold me this: “If a human ever passes through this door… please kill them.’”

'Wait, what?’ Frisksigned incredulously.

“it’s the truth.she said to me, 'Please kill them quickly and painlessly. Do not let KingAsgore torture them. Give them the mercy of a painless death from someone witha good heart.’ and so i promised her that. and then, all these years later,here you are.”

'But… but…’

“look. i take mypromises seriously. i keep 'em even if they could kill me. so i intend to keepthis one too.”

He pushed off from the pillarand outstretched his good hand again, palm up.

“you’ll never get outwithout killing the king, kid. we’ll never get out without your soul. this isthe best outcome any of us can hope for. i’ll make sure it’s painless. just takemy offer.”

It was sparing, in itsown way. Yes, they would die, but he could make it be painless. Hell, if it madethem feel better, he’d give them a hug and a last wish or dying request. He’dmake their name be known and immortalized. But, of course, they refused. Theylooked like they were about to start crying, which made his soul clench.

Don’t you do that to me, kid. I HAVE to dothis.

‘Red… I can’t. I refuseto die. I refuse to give up.’

“but why?”he asked, frustrated. “giving up is so much easier. it takes so littleeffort. it hurts less. just… give up, kid.”

‘I won’t.’

Red sighed, slowlydropping his hand.

“y’see? this is why i hate making promises.”

He rolled his shouldersand jumped back into the fray.

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He gave that speechseveral more times. He always gave them a chance. He couldn’t stop himself. Itwas a part of the ‘script’ he supposed. But he always doubled down after that.They kept sparing, insisting, and multiple times, he knew he snarled that hehated them as he sent another attack their way. He lost count. It had to beover 30 times he killed them total. And he could feel that he was getting tired.Reaching his limits. They were getting better and better.

No wonder they even got past Undyne.

The worst part was theirwords.

“if you’re not gonnadie, you stupid kid, then just kill me and get it over with!” he snarled, andthey reeled like they’d been struck.

‘No!’

“why the fuck not?”

‘Because I care aboutyou, I can’t kill you!’

“wha…?” He paused in hisattack, staring at them with darkened sockets. “you… care about me…?”

‘I care about all ofyou! I care about your brother, and Undyne, and Alphys, and I definitely careabout you!’

And that ridiculouslittle kid actually made it seem… believable.He recalled Vex going red in the face during their ‘play date,’ watching Undynechasing them down only to have her stalk over tot their house and mumble somethingabout cooking with them, raiding Alphys’s lab only to see her dumping out herworse experiments herself. They had all changed… Was it really only becausethis kid showed they cared? Was that really it?

…No. It couldn’t be.There had to be other things at play. It was all some sick game. He grit histeeth, yanking them with blue magic again.

“you don’t. those arejust words. if you really cared about me, about any of us… you would just die already!”

He saw vividly tearingthrough their fragile flesh with a dozen bones, the blood spattering. His soulseized at the gore, and he felt vomit welling up before the world blurred.

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“…survive this, and i’ll show you my specialattack!”

He had said those wordseight times before. He was fighting a losing battle. What was the point? Hethrew everything at them. Everything he had, until he was gasping for breath, themagic in his good eye sputtering, exhaustion sweeping through him. He fell tohis knees, the assault ending, and they were still alive. Bleeding, but alive.The smell was horrible, but he was too tired to even be grossed out by thispoint.

“hhh… hhh…hhh… why won’t… you… just die…?” he panted,his eye sockets completely blank now. “why… hhh… why won’t you…just… give up…? hhh… please… hhh… please just… give up…”

He held onto his ‘turn’with the last ounces of will he had in him. Even so, they shuffled closer,kneeling in front of him. He braced for the end. But instead, he heard theirsoft, mostly unused voice.

“I can never give up,Red. I’ve got to get out.”

“hhh… k-kid… i don’t… idon’t have… some special attack… that’s all i got… hhh… you, you beat me… i can’tkill you, s-so… so please, just… kill me instead…”

“No! I refuse to killyou. I refuse to kill anyone.”

“please… please, kid, i’m beegin’ ya… after allof this… i can’t do it… i can’t watch you kill the king… take away our hope. ican’t watch boss feel betrayed… i just… i can’t, kid, i can’t do this anymore,i can’t…”

He broke off in a soband hated himself deeply for that weakness. Here he was, crumpled in front of achild, crying pathetically like he was still a little kid himself. If anyoneelse saw, he’d be dead. But all Frisk did was put their little hand on hisshoulder, and rub gently.

“I won’t. I care aboutyou, I’d never hurt you.”

He shook his head,sobbing quietly again. “if you cared about me, you’d do this for me… i’ve onlygot 1… i’m all out of HOPE. watchin’ you take away boss’s hope is gonna kill meanyway… this would be the less painful way to go, please…”

“I refuse.”

“why… not even for revenge?i killed you so many times i lost count.”

“Yes… But it doesn’tmatter. I know you’re a good person. You were fighting me to protect the peopleyou love.”

“that doesn’t excusemurder… and i ain’t the only one. so many have been cruel, anyone else wouldtake one look at us and just call us all bad people!”

“Well… I believe eventhe worst person can change. That everyone can be a good person, if they justtry. I’m going through life trying to be the best person I can be. Forgivingeveryone of their mistakes and bad choices, in the hopes they’ll try to becomebetter people too. It’s working so far… Hasn’t your brother changed? You sawhim after our date.”

Red wiped at his eyes,shifting to sit on his haunches slowly. “yeah, he… he looked happy… he hasn’tlooked so happy in a long time…” He looked up at them tiredly. “you… you changedhim, kid.”

“I’m glad! Because Icare about him a lot! And I’d never hurt him, especially not by killing you.You’re his precious brother. He loves you, you know. Even if he doesn’t say it.”

Red felt tears well up inhis sockets again. His soul throbbed. He knew, deep inside, it had just… beenso long since he’d acknowledged it. What with all of their fighting, theinsults, the punches, the disappointment and goading, the vicious cycle they’dbeen stuck in… Despite all of that…

“i… i know he does. ilove him too. that’s why i want him to get to the surface. i… want him to drivea cool car, and see the sun ride every morning…”

‘I want that too.’ Friskshifted back to signing now that he was watching them. ‘I’m gonna do it, Red. I’mgoing to set everyone free.’

“but how? we can’tharness the power of your soul without killing you, and we need it. besides,the king is…”

‘I’ll find a way. I alwaysfind a way.’

“heh…” He fell silent,looking down at his hand. He was exhausted, and emotionally wrung out, and…despite all of his conviction, there was something about Frisk. Something hecouldn’t help but trust. “somehow… i believe you, kid. i’m sorry foreverything.”

They smiled at him andoffered their hand. He took a deep breath, then took it to get to his feet.

The FIGHT ended.

#drabbles #fanfiction #my work #skeleton artsu #my fanfiction #hey its me (red)#angel or demon (frisk)#still love him (vex)#mun responds #tripleswapverse

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margaret14 · 2 years

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Tang reference in Underhoff 👁👁 /j

OOOOOOOOOH YEEEEEEEESS!11 \( •̀ o •́ )/

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loveinthebones · 7 years

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-Star Light, Star Bright-

This is Day 30 of the UT Shipping List and the pairing is (probably) one of my most beloved: Papyrus and Sans! While this piece is ambiguous and can be read as romantic (which I don’t mind if that is the interpretation), I had my own siblings in mind when I wrote this so I am not tagging it as such.

I hope you enjoy it! <3

-Star Light, Star Bright-

(Also known as: Five Times Sans Carried Papyrus and the one time he was carried)

You don’t remember the first time that you carried him.

It’s a fact that makes your soul heavy and spasm painfully when you think about it so you don’t.

Instead, you remember rushing through the end of the world as you knew it. The screeching of metal crashing against metal, fried ozone, and waves upon waves of magic drenched in the salty tang of fear surrounding you and overwhelming you. You are refusing to look back as you dart between falling soul power and armor clad human’s reaching to grab you.

Papyrus’ face is buried into your cervical vertebrae, hot tears sliding down the surface as he sobs.

“pap. don’t look up.” You tell him breathlessly, whipping your head around.

You don’t remember what you had been searching for…only that you had been looking.

Papyrus whimpers, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt.

You wouldn’t let anyone get him. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t.

You couldn’t let him down.

“Sa-hn…?” His voice is high and unsteady. You feel his head start to rise.

“Don’t.” You hiss and he buries his head once again.

It isn’t the first time you carry him but it is the first time that your eye erupts into a painful burst of cyan flames.

Many, many more times after that night… you lift Papyrus. This time he’s laughing.

You let him bap your head. It doesn’t hurt but it is a distraction as you scan the area warily.

You have only a few coins of G sitting heavy in your pocket and you wanted to give him this moment of childish delight. No worrying about sharing, no running from angry merchants, no...

Your soul squeezes from its place behind your sternum and you hold out your left hand, watching the phantom box that appears to float above your palm.

Point five, huh?

You’ll be fine. Another couple of days won’t kill you.

“Sans! Sans! Sans!” Papyrus trills excitedly, waving at the tall red furred bunny monster huddled in a thick red scarf.

“i see them, bud.” You huff but it’s an exhalation of the affectionate annoyance that comes with having your skull smacked for an indefinite amount of time. “go on then.” You reach behind you but Papyrus pushes closer, opting to wiggle against you impatiently.

“uh…” You aren’t sure what to do and Papyrus leans heavier against your spine.

“Come on, Sans!” He grumbles and you blink as you realize: he’s afraid to venture to the other monsters alone.

“alright.” You reply, jumping to get him to sit higher on a more comfortable spot on you. “but you’re ordering for yourself. should be snow problem.”

“Sans!”

Papyrus has his hands curled against your shoulders, fingers tightening and loosening with each step.

His sniffling is muffled by his gloves as you stagger under his weight, trying not to jostle his right leg where a jagged fissure cuts through the tibia, crimson dripping in the expanse of damp dirt crunching under your feet. You glare at the dull twinkling of the crystals overhead.

You have always loathed them for being inadequate replacements but in this moment…you hate them.

Papyrus stretches, fingertips reaching out and slicing through the air.

It’s a sight that turns your stomach.

“I-I was just trying to…” Papyrus babbles and his sniffles dissolves into low wails. “I-I was just trying to touch the stars…”

You say nothing.

Papyrus wraps his arms around your neck and hugs you loosely. “I-I’m sor-r-rry.”

You sigh. “it’s okay, pap. really. let me get you home and we can watch Mettaton while i patch you up.”

Papyrus cries harder.

(It is this moment that your mind goes to the moment the blade catches you off-guard. The dust invading your senses is damp with their sweat…the knife gleams in the light of the hall…your stomach free falls…all that is missing is…

You turn your magic red.)

You cradle the cape in your cupped hands gently as you kneel, eyesockets overflowing with the tears that you try to keep at bay.

You scrape what remains of his dust in the bright fabric blindly.

You sit on the ground and stare at nothing before blinking to clear your vision, feeling the wetness trickle down your cheek as you blip out of existence…

Then reappear in his room. Your hands shake as you spread your brother’s (you were his brother! why weren’t you there?! You-you-) dust on the racecar bed he adored and sprinkle some across the action figures still arranged in a mock battle.

Gravity weighs on you and you drop to your knees, relishing the pain radiating up your arm as you slam your balled fist into the floor.

(You carried him home but it will never be enough. Because you should have stopped it.)

He’s howling in displeasure and you are tittering with the bubbles of joy rising in your soul.

He’s on your back, knees slamming against your cranium repeatedly. It is disorienting you slightly but you ignore the slight dizziness and soldier on. Your eye glows and you catch a slight ghost of an image of your brother’s blue soul.

You wouldn’t be able to carry him otherwise with how much he weighs.

Papyrus grumbles but stops his erratic jerking, huffing.

Frisk giggles beside you and you wink at them.

“see, kiddo? he may not be a baby bones anymore but he’ll always be my baby brother.”

You stumble under the playful smack and laugh again.

Papyrus is so fun to rile up.

Papyrus stands, clutching the blue hoodie closer against his frame against the chill in the wind. Frisk stands with their hands against his femur and Undyne has her arm wrapped around his neck as he holds the small wooden box he has placed Sans dust in. His eyes are settled on the dark blanket of the night sky with the bright flickering jewels embedded in its fabric.

Yet, his brain comprehends none of its beauty. His eyes see nothing.

Sans would have been surprised but he would have showed him the constellations again. His grin stretched wide as he explained about the amazingness of space, hands gesturing in relaxed, fluid movements and-

Papyrus tears his gaze away, swallowing thickly. He clutches Sans closer to his middle.

Alphys is making the final adjustments on the telescope, peering into the eye piece as Mettaton stands beside her, watching the sky as Papyrus had been.

Toriel is sitting on the edge of the cliff, feet dangling over the edge. The waves are lapping below her peacefully and while her gaze is focused on the ebb and flow of the water below her... her eyes are blank, unfocused.

Papyrus hugs the box tighter for a moment before stepping out of the warmth of Frisk's and Undyne's gestures of comfort to approach Toriel.

She adored his brother almost as much as he did. Almost.

He opens the lid quietly and passes her a small bracelet- yellow and red colored ropes woven around a small white heart. It is covered in a light layer dust. Papyrus had thought that Sans might want a tangible piece of him to remain with the ones he had loved...a least for a little while.

“Sans…” He can barely speak through the lump in his throat. “Sans…loved us. I figured he would want…”

Papyrus stops. Maybe it was too morbid...He should have thought of a better idea...

Maybe Sans could hel...

Sans.

He was gone.

“Oh, Papyrus.” Toriel murmurs as she pulls him into a tight embrace. “I’m so…”

“C-Can you help me carry him?” Papyrus is whispering as he clutches her arms, tears already starting to fall. “I think h-he was always afraid of being forgotten…”

Toriel doesn’t speak as he cries but gathers a bit of dust and sprinkles it over Papyrus. She sees the various bracelets in their rainbow of colors and knows the solid red one must be his…

But…

She figures Sans would rather rest on his brother and comfort him.

thanks, tori. this is the closest i can get to hugging him.

#Undertale #PapySans #Papyrus #Sans #Undertale Shipping Pride #UT Shipping Pride #Undertale Shipping Pride Month #UT Shipping Pride Month #Kat's writing #Ambrose's writing #As the oldest sister of my sibling #I love them with the whole fiber of my being #I would kill for them #Lie for them #Die for them #I hope this conveyed that

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