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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year

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Masterpost 17

General asks

S/O pretends they're in love with skeleton just to kill him and his brother (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's teenager tries to prank his dad with a bucket above the door (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Oak forgot his dead S/O when they came back as a skeleton (HT Sans)

S/O's parents are anti-monster and threats to hurt skeleton's brother (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O and skeleton fell ill at the same time (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton put salt into S/O's coffee as a prank but S/O drinks it anyway (UT Sans, US Papyrus, UF Sans, HT Sans, SF Papyrus, FSG Papyrus)

Character's child had a bad dream (UT characters)

Skeleton tries to win a plush for S/O in a festival but never succeed, S/O does on their first attempt (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O accidentally send a love declaration by message to the wrong skeleton (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton kisses goodbye S/O but they just wanted him to not forget his lunch (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton and S/O are burning the kitchen down just when skeleton's brother is coming home (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

It's an Halloween party except there's a real zombie (UT characters)

S/O and skeleton are eating spaghettis like in the lady and the tramp (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's child had a bad dream (US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O breaks in skeleton's room in the middle of the night (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O pretends to love skeleton to scam and ruin him (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O invites skeleton for Christmas to meet their family (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton is sneaking their werewolf S/O out of a dog shelter (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

There's a random child in skeleton's house calling him dad and eating breakfast (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Injury prompts event

Staying the night in case you need help (HT Toriel)

Using your hand to lift up their face to check for any injury, when you notice how pretty their eyes are, causing you to blush (UF Papyrus)

Dragging them to the nearest hospital because they're too stubborn to go themselves (HT Sans & Papyrus)

Trying to hide an injury (SF Sans)

Who did this to you? (UT Sans & Papyrus)

Carrying your wounded ennemy on your back (UF Papyrus & Burgerpants)

Noticing some scars on their back (UT Papyrus)

Dragging them to the nearest hospital because they're too stubborn to go themselves (SF Sans)

Go to sleep, you need rest (US Sans)

I thought I lost you (HT Sans & Papyrus)

How long have you been hiding this? (UT Sans & Papyrus)

Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were (SF Sans)

I hate to be a burden (SF Sans)

How long have you been hiding this? (UF Sans & Papyrus)

I don't know it was just there when I woke up (UF Papyrus)

Scolding them for their reckless actions, while they look at you, smiling softly (UF Sans)

Emoji event

Do they cry easily? (UT, US, HT, SF Papyrus)

What's a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people? (UF, HT, SF Sans & Papyrus)

What is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about? (UT Sans)

How good are they at swimming? (UT, UF Undyne & Alphys)

Do they enjoy having their picture taken? (SF, FSG Sans)

How were they at school? (UT Sans & Papyrus)

When scared do they go flight or fight? (HT, HS, HF Sans & Papyrus)

Do they still have any object from their childhood? (UT Papyrus, D!Papyrus, DuT Sans, Killer Sans)

Are they a morning person? (MT, MF Sans & Papyrus)

Do they miss their S/O easily? (HT, HS, HF Sans & Papyrus)

See-Speak-Hear no evil (FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Other things

AI Papyrus wants you to cry

My Bitty Fell Sans AI

Myfanwi talks

Writing romance when you're aroace

A little glimpse of my next Underfell fanfiction

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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HC 21: Ballerina s/o

Request: could you do ht ROTTMNT x ballerina reader?

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Raph:

Practise, practise, practise.

At least, that's all Raph saw you do.

Don't get me wrong, Raph loved watching you train, to see you so dedicated to your craft.

He could relate, always working out, constantly training for the next fight.

He even did sit-ups every day!

Well, used to.

He often found himself zoning out when you practised in the lair, it wasn't necessarily his fault, it was just that the sombre music you played made his eyes fall shut.

He was always slightly jealous of how quiet and precise you could be with your movements.

He would keep telling you you'd make a great ninja.

But he knew your passion was dance and the thought of scurrying in the shadows didn't seem ideal.

In the end, Raph was always proud of your dance skills and was behind you no matter what you chose to do.

Leo:

Leo likes to think of himself as a man...well turtle who can do anything.

So, of course, he tries to get in on the action.

He'll watch you do a move then try to copy it.

Emphasis on try.

He just can't seem to point his toes like you can and he can't get his leg as straight as yours without cracking.

He also doesn't really like the music you dance to, it's too depressing and sad.

He knows your movements would flow better if you let your body relax against a more upbeat tune.

But your teacher told you to dance to this song and you've made up your mind, so what can he do?

He'll encourage you from the sidelines, often racking his brain for some puns or just nicknames to call you.

"Lookin' gooood, twinkle toes."

From the moment he's said it, you know you've been doomed as twinkle toes for the rest of your life.

And on a more obvious note, he absolutely loves the outfit.

Donnie:

Donnie appreciated fine art more than his brothers.

Seeing how he was the most intelligent out of the bunch, he chose to indulge in more classical acts.

Does he actually enjoy these finer things?

That's up for debate.

He likes playing classical music in his times of triumph, which makes him feel 'powerful'.

And he also likes instruments like the violin or the harp.

But most of all he loves his ballerina s/o.

He's, of course, read all he can on the art of dance just so he can offer some bits of advice when you're in a rut.

Unlike his brothers he doesn't mind the music you have to dance to, he says that it compliments the movements you make.

Likes to watch you practise and dance when he's stressed out, helps him calm down and feel at peace.

Would be caught dead if you caught him learning moves from a YouTube video.

Mikey:

Loves everything about dance so when you rock up in a tutu he can't control himself.

You have to understand that Mikey is basically a rubber ball, the boy is ecstatic all the time and very bouncy.

He doesn't quite understand ballet but he likes the 'fluffy skirt'.

Just like Leo, and secretly like Donnie, Mikey tries to keep up with you.

And he does pretty well at it, more so than his older brothers.

But the music, oh my god the music, it has to go.

How do you expect him to dance to this garbage?

Ignoring your complaints and whines, he whips out his boombox and presses play.

He knows you're meant to be doing ballet but he can't help but pull you into his arms as you dance.

"You gotta let loose, (Y/N)! Let the music control you!"

Yeeeaah, sometimes you don't practise at the lair cause you'll know Mikey will turn it into an impromptu disco.

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und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut · 3 years

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Reader is holding a sandwich in one hand and a rock in the other. They are having a romantic walk down the beach together with uf/us/ft/ and ht papyrus. Reader accidentally throws the sandwich into the ocean and bites into the rock.

Anon, you have a beautiful brain and I love you for it. 💖✨

S/O Bites a Rock:

Boss: The moment was serene. The sun was just setting and it was the perfect ending to the cute date night you both had. You had even found a nice flat rock to skip across the water as you munched away on the rest of your packed dinner. C R U N C H. Splash. You both stop dead. You feel tears form in your eyes and pain shoot through your jaw as lettuce and tomato float away on the blue waves. “DID YOU JUST....EAT THAT ROCK!?” You finally pull the rock out of your mouth and wipe your eyes. “Yeah...” Boss sighs tiredly. “YOU WORRY ME SOMETIMES....”

Stretch: It was a camping trip and he packed some sandwiches for the both of you as you had a neat little picnic by the lake. It was pretty calming too. “Betcha’ I can skip a rock farther than you.” Stretch said, tossing a rock up into the air and catching it. You stood up, a sandwich still in hand. “You’re on!” You said grabbing the nearest rock. He went first, skipping the rock across the water’s surface pretty well. “Try to top that.” He smirked, crossing his arms. “Bet.” You said, throwing the rock and taking a bite of your sandwich. At least...that’s what you meant to do.

“BROTHER, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE HUMAN LOST A TOOTH BITING... A ROCK?!?!” Blue exclaims when you both meet up with him an hour later.

Plaid: It was one of those rare moments when he had free time and he had invited you out for a walk along the pond. You were nibbling away on a little piece of cornbread he had tucked away for energy when he got too tired. “Go ahead and eat it. I’m having dinner soon.” He had told you. Crickets started to chirp as the sun started to set, sending dazzling colors over the surface of the pond. It was beautiful. You leaned down, picking up a small flat stone. “Hey, watch this.” You said, planning to show off a bit. Ker-plunk. CRUNCH. Plaid blinked at the cornbread in the water then slowly looked up at you with the rock in between your teeth. “Very...nice?”

Brace: “HUMAN!! THANK YOU FOR MEETING ME AT THE PARK FOR OUR LOVELY DATE!” Brace exclaimed, walking up to you with a blinding smile. “Of course!” You smiled. “Look. I even brought us lunch!” you said, pulling out the little sub sandwiches from the cafe a few blocks down. “FANTASTIC! YOU’RE A SWEETHEART!” Brace said, taking his sandwich from your hands. “Let's go look at the lake!” You said, walking ahead of him a bit. He nods enthusiastically, following along behind you as he eats his meal. “Hmmm. The ducks aren’t here today. Shame.” You pouted. “Indeed. I do love seeing them.” Brace said calmly, sitting on a nearby bench and taking in the scene around you both. “Hey, let’s see if I can still skip rocks...” You mused, picking up a nearby rock. “IS THAT ALLOWED?” He perked up, scanning for a nearby sign. “Well, the ducks aren’t around so it’s not like it will bother anyone.” You said, tossing the rock and taking a bite of your sandwich. Plop. CRONCH. Ducks suddenly darted out from nowhere, eagerly picking away at the sandwich that now sunk into the water. “UM...DEAR?” You slowly turned around, rock still in your mouth. “I think I just died a little inside...” You muttered.

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shyneanon · 3 years

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Heyyyy so y’all know how I usually like to write HT!Sans but today I kinda wanted to write him creepy the way some people like to write him. I thought it’d be kind of fun to do that. Yandere, mwahaha. So I guess this is sort of an x reader fic but the feeling is not mutual.

That said, before reading: We know yandere-type characters are preeeeetty out of touch with reality and are obviously supposed to be unsettling. Meaning in this, Sans isn’t exactly paying attention to MC when she says “no.” It doesn’t get really sexual, but still, it’s non-con. So if that bothers you, maaaaybe don’t read this. Just felt it was fair to warn you guys, I don’t want to upset anyone.

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How long had you been down here?

You weren’t sure anymore.

As of late you had been engaged in an inner debate regarding whether you would rather be dead. You weren’t sure. At least if you were alive there was… a chance?... you could get home and eventually die there, happy.

But that was seeming farther and farther away. The memories of home were already fading. Amazing how the human mind becomes accustomed to its current surroundings, yeah? How quickly things become “normal.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you and Papyrus in this house, where you were currently chained up in the living room. He wasn’t so bad. Scary to look at, sure, but friendly, and relatively normal when it came to holding conversation.

It was Sans who made things so unpleasant.

He hadn’t done anything to you, it wasn’t like he hurt you. He was just… creepy. The way that his one red eye would just lock onto you and just… stare, unblinking…. It scared you. The look was intense. Too intense. You just wished you knew what he was thinking. At first, you’d told yourself he probably didn’t mean to be creepy. He had a big injury in his head, maybe it had screwed up his understanding of social norms. Stuff like not staring. And it only freaked you out so much because of the way he looked and how he didn’t need to blink.

But he freaked you out for other reasons too.

A couple of times he had approached you, and you’d thought that maybe he was going to strike up a conversation. You’d witnessed him have conversations with Paps before. That was when he seemed the least creepy. When he was just acting normal around his brother. He made some pretty messed up jokes but that didn’t really bother you too much. It just seemed like whenever he took notice of you he got really really weird. He’d sat down next to you, and you’d been a little nervous, but you had decided to try and start a conversation. Which had… kind of worked. Sans seemed fine with, uh… indulging you? Like he thought you just wanted to talk and was happy to listen. He made some comments, but mostly just listened. That wasn’t weird.

It was the touching that had been weird.

Again, he didn’t do anything to you, as far as you were aware he wasn’t some sort of sick pervert. But he’d just… started touching your hair, and even your face, the whole time his eye just locked on whatever it was his fingers were preoccupied with. He’d only seemed to be half paying attention to what you were saying.

You were pretty sure he’d even sniffed you a couple of times.

So from then on you’d just tried to pretend like he wasn’t there. He’d sat next to you a couple of times, probably expecting a conversation, but you’d just smiled politely at him and he’d gotten up and left, looking disappointed and even a little annoyed. He didn’t seem to mind when you spoke to his brother, though, so you didn’t think he was like… yandere, for lack of a more succinct term. So that was at least a relief.

Still, you did your best to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen, of cooking. The times when you least wanted to talk to Sans were when Papyrus was out. Times like now. Sans was making a meal, and you could smell it, but you refused to say anything. He could take it as an invitation for more hair-sniffing.

Eventually the sounds of cooking stopped and you could hear him eating. Your own stomach felt kind of empty. But usually Papyrus was the one to cook meals for you. Thank God.

When Sans left the kitchen with a plate in his hand, you tried to ignore him… until he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” he said.

Um.

“Hi,” you said.

He held up the plate. “I have food for you.”

“Oh, OK. Cool.”

He sat down next to you. Dude, take a hint. You could see that on the plate were medium-sized pieces of cooked meat. Instead of handing you the plate, though, he grabbed a singular piece of meat and then held it out to you. When you reached out to try to take it he pulled back.

What the… Is he mocking me?

You almost had to hold back a wounded response, but he then held the piece up to your lips and moved closer to you.

… O… oh.

“Um,” you said. “This is really nice but you can just hand me the plate—“

“Just eat.”

… OK. You opened your mouth and he slipped the food into it; once he withdrew you started chewing, not looking at him. But you could feel his red eye locked onto you.

Then you felt his fingers running along your neck, and you flinched.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You said nothing, just turned when you were done with your first piece of meat. As you did he leaned in, breaching your personal bubble.

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“Thanks, Sans,” was your only reply, and he smiled.

“Y… You’re welcome.”

He fed you the next piece of meat, sliding it in farther this time. Your lips closed around it, and… was his breathing picking up?

“You’re… pretty when you eat.”

The hell does that mean? Still, you smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Thanks.”

He got closer to you. Dude did not know how to read the room. You did not like him touching you and stuff. Still, one of his fingers started to twirl itself in your hair, like a fork twirling around in spaghetti to get it to wrap around itself.

Another piece of food. Yep… his breathing was heavier, fanning against your cheek. As if you didn’t feel uncomfortable enough, he leaned close to your ear.

“I like being alone with you.”

You didn’t like where this was going. “That’s nice,” you replied, doing your best to keep your responses curt.

Still oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like what was happening (or did he just not care?) he fed you more. You looked at the plate. There were only two pieces left. Once he was finished he’d probably get up and go. Hopefully.

He kept talking: “You make me think of a deer.”

You looked at him, despite your better judgment. Was… he talking food-wise? Did… did he want to eat you?

“So graceful, and gentle, and shy....”

One of his hands cupped your cheek.

“Like a little doe.”

His teeth a hair’s width away from your ear, he hummed.

“Can I call you that?”

You said nothing, not sure what to—

“My little doe?”

After forcing yourself to swallow your meat, you said, “Your little doe?”

That seemed to excite him. His pupil dilated. “Yes…. You’re my little doe.”

You leaned away, debating on whether to talk back. Sans carried a giant axe with him everywhere. Would he get violent if you protested?

He set the plate of food aside. Shit.

“Sans,” you began, and his pupil dilated more. His breathing got heavy.

“Yes… Say my name….”

Before you could say anything his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You started to shake. His brother wasn’t here to stop him. How far would he go without supervision? He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t go… that far, right?

Deciding you didn’t want to take your chances, you started to squirm, but it did no good. His grip was like that of a bear trap.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

He leaned in closer and you kept struggling. It wasn’t helping but you wanted him to know you were not on board.

Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because his teeth pressed against your lips. He immediately started to pant, his pupil so big his whole eye almost looked black. He just stared at you as his teeth moved against your lips. When his eyes lidded in an expression that looked like he was getting high, you weren’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Mm-mmh,” he murmured, leaning into you more. “Mmh….”

OK, this was it. You were done. You started to push back. “Sans, st—“

“My little doe,” he breathed. “(Y/n)... my little doe….”

“Stop touching me, Sans.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”

He kept saying that like it was going to make you feel better. “I don’t care. I don’t like it when you touch me. I said stop.”

“It’s OK,” he said, although it sounded almost like it was to himself more than you. “It’s OK. You’ll like it soon. Just let me keep going.”

He pressed his teeth to your lips again. You started to worry. Again, he wouldn’t… go all the way, right? You began to realize that if he did, you didn’t have an ounce of the strength needed to stop him. Not to mention that you were chained to the wall. You kept pushing but he didn’t stop. He really seemed to think that if he just kept at it you’d suddenly decide you were fine with it.

“Mmh… Mine…. Just think about me….”

You tried to pull away but it didn’t work. Well, you certainly weren’t paying attention to anything but him, but not in the way he wanted.

“I love you… my doe….”

His teeth moved to your neck. You whimpered, but despite the obvious fear in it he seemed encouraged.

“I’ve been in love with you… since we met…. I’ve wanted this for so long….”

A purr.

“Isn’t that romantic…?”

A tongue you hadn’t known he had ran up your neck, and you swallowed, not sure if he was trying to turn you on or if this was a taste test.

“So good,” he muttered. Oh fuck, it was the latter.

He gave you another taste, moaning.

“I said I would control myself…”

You could see his large eye locked onto you again, wide.

“But I can’t control myself around you. Not now… that I have you all to myself. Not anymore.”

With that he bit down and you yelled. The bite was so hard it drew blood, and his tongue ran over the wound. Another moan escaped him.

He’s going to eat me. He’s going to eat me alive and he’s going to be getting off to it the whole time.

Now concerned for your life, you started to push his face away. “Get off!” you managed.

“It’s OK, my doe… I won’t eat you…. Not you….”

He moved your arms aside like it was nothing and nibbled your ear.

“I love you too much to eat you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I would die.” He leaned in, his red eye staring hard. “See how much I love you? I would die without you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He kissed your cheek, and you grimaced.

“If anyone tried to take you away… I would tear them apart.”

You realized just how much you were trembling. His words didn’t make you feel safe at all.

“Isn’t that so romantic, my little doe? That I’m so devoted? That I would kill for you?”

Getting sick of this, you hissed, “I’m not your little doe. I’m not your anything. Fuck you.”

He flushed blue, his eyes lidding again. “So… feisty….”

He kissed you again, his teeth gently trying to pry your lips apart. When you resisted he bit down, and took advantage of your small cry of pain to slide his tongue into your mouth. He groaned, his eye looking up and his movements slowing as he explored your mouth.

“Nngh….” He sighed, flushing blue and closing his eyes. His tongue found yours and he moaned again. “Mmh…~”

You remembered the large, jagged hole in his skull, and you reached up with one hand and hooked your fingers into it, tugging hard to the side. You weren’t sure if it would hurt but apparently it did, because he released your lips with a hiss of pain. You squirmed to get out of his grip but it wasn’t any looser.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because I want you to stop!” you yelled.

“But I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t fucking care! I don’t love you back!”

He didn’t take much notice. “Little doe... we’re all alone. It’s so quiet. It’s just us. Paps is busy and won’t be back for a while.” He leaned in. “This is the romantic moment that I’ve been waiting for. To confess to you. To tell you how I feel.”

He breathed against your lips.

“While Paps is gone, we can do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove how much I love you…. Let me make you moan for me. You don’t even have to love me back, I don’t care, just enjoy what I do to you. Just enjoy the feeling of me deep insi--”

You screamed.

This seemed to finally snap him out of it, because his look grew panicked and he clamped his hand over your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! Don’t scream! If anyone finds you they’ll kill you!”

You pried his hand away from your mouth. “Stop touching me or I’ll keep screaming until someone finds me and kills me!”

He immediately put you back down, moving away from you. You made a point of wiping your lips and neck of all the unwanted affection, and you glared at him, moving as far away as you could. At least he seemed to want you alive. That was an advantage— perhaps your only advantage— against him.

“If you touch me ever again I’ll scream,” you told him.

He looked hurt, though that meant nothing to you after what he’d just done. He seemed to remember the pieces of meat that were left and, thankfully, slid the plate over to you.

“I understand,” he said, standing up. “You’re not in the mood right now. You’ve had a bad day. That’s OK. That’s OK. It’s OK. We can do this another time, when you’re feeling better. When you’re not upset. You’ll like it then.”

After one last glance at you, he left, muttering “She’ll like it then” to himself over and over. Once he was finally out of sight you curled up into yourself, resisting the urge to vomit. Creep! Sick creep!

All those times he had stared at you or touched your hair… Had he been planning this all that time?

You would tell Papyrus about this when he came back. You had the bite mark as proof.

At least you had Papyrus. But your inner debate was over.

You would rather be dead than here.

#plot twist: Paps is dead #Axe just went that crazy #I'm kidding I don't even think the most yandere of Sans-es would do that #kill someone sure #but not Paps #also I know in some fics creepy Axe uses the term 'little bird'#But I felt this was more fitting #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #sans x reader #reader insert #self-insert #axe #horrortale sans

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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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DMC BOYS: They find out you're an assassin [Assassin's creed crossover.]

Dante: It was supposed to be a simple bodyguard job, a bunch of old dudes were having some super villain-ish meeting and one of them hired Dante to guard him, the devil was a little vague on the details all he remembered was the guy saying he'll pay upfront! And like that Dante blocked whatever else was said...

to sum it up someone wants the old guy dead and Dante just there to make sure he doesn't croak, simple enough he can do that... what he couldn't do was kill the assassin who just killed his client...

She was his girlfriend.

Dante's mind replayed the scene over again: one second the old fat geezer is drinking whiskey and being chatted up by a call-girl, Dante gets distracted by one of the strippers, next thing he knows there's a shriek! the half-devil whipped his head in the direction of the commotion and saw his client looking at another old man in a dark suit in shock, his hand was clamp securely around his neck all in a vain attempt to stop the blood from seeping from his slashed throat he fell forwards and his assailant was revealed standing behind him.

They were a woman in a fav/c hooded jacket with some sort of retractable blade attached to her wrist, he could see tiny smirk grace the woman's lips as she stared across the club room at same old man who Dante assumed was the big boss behind this meeting, and another target on this won's list...

Dante grimaced and took a step forwards only to freeze when the familiar scent of his girlfriend's perfume caught his nose through the blood and booze, then he saw those eyes the half-devil knew them well the second they looked through the crowd at him, he was soon snapped out of his shock by the big boss boss bellowing "Get her! tear that dog apart!?" soon the y/ht woman was surrounded by armed men; Y/n took them down like they were nothing and seemed to be having fun with it before making a quick get away, he last saw her run out through one the exits.

He chased her just in time to see her jump off the roof and land in the back of a dump truck filled with leaves waiting in the street before the truck drove off into the night, needless to say Y/n was in for a major what the hell fest when she got home.

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Nero: Anger was the first thing that crossed his mind, then betrayal he thought he knew you and that you could trust him with anything, but him finding out you were a killer? that's been fighting a goddam centuries old war, he didn't know what to think! how he found out in the first place was that you had gotten hurt and he was contacted against your wishes.

He demanded to know what happened? you had lied claiming you fell down some stair. "Stairs don't stab peopl-" Nero too a breath "Y/n you better tell me what's going on, or I'm walking out that door and I'm not coming back." you looked at him stunned hoping this was an empty threat but he was dead serious.

You kept your mouth shut but the second he took a step towards the door you sighed "Wait." Nero turned to look at you gestured for him sit down, and like that it was like dam had opened Nero sat and he listened, you told him of the creed, the artifacts of Eden, Abstergo and your involvement the more upset he looked, he silently left you alone claiming he couldn't be here. he had to think, after few hours he came back and paused when he heard a male voice talking to you...

Nero swallowed his inner demon growled hearing an unknown male in your room. "I don't think it's a good idea to be using the animus in your condition." You snapped at the guy the shut up you're gonna be stuck here for a week might as well do something other than mope about destroying the best relationship you've ever had in a while. "okay, your good go."

Nero silently walked in without either of you noticing him and saw you hooked up to some oculus looking thing and this surfer looking guy looking over a screen, suddenly he jumped back at the sound of a pot shattering. "What the hell?!" you exclaimed as the guy chuckled. " I think ..uh-oh think Amir's wife Esha just found out he's an assassin she not taking it to well" he laughed nervously keeping a hand on his chest as Nero came up behind him to watch the scene, You grumbled something under your breath as a woman angrily shouting in Hindi filled the hospital room as more pottery in thrown.

"Esha, please calm down, mera Pyaar!*my love*" a man pleaded as the woman snarled.

"Don't you Mera Pyaar me! Five years we've been married and you kept this from me, How dare you?!"

"Look I didn't want to keep you - [dodges a vase.] please stop throwing things at me!"

"I should've listened to my brother when he said there was off about you! kameene!*Bastard*" *About to throw another vase*

Amir catches her arms pushes her toward a wall "I was just trying to protect you dammit!" he snapped Esha tried to say she didn't need to be protected because her father but Amir cuts her off. "Can do nothing, these men and their order have been on earth as long as my creed has, they have more power then your family combined and they to destroy free will as we know it..." the door behind them sudden broke down to reveal a British man and few heavily armed guards.

Esha who was still enraged shoved Amir aside, demanding they leave their house did they know who her father was? he'll hear about this- she was cut off by the men laughing at her before dropping the bomb. "On her who do you think told us where to find your husband?" the Indian woman's fell in shock and started shaking her head in disbelief next thing that happened, a cloth was tied around her mouth as the smoke quickly filled the room the sounds of fighting started Amir quickly started dragging his shell shock wife out of their home …

The sequence ended as you sighed waiting for the next one to load "that is exactly why I didn't want to tell Nero, one slip up, one loose end and the Templars could find him, Kyrie or the kids and use them to hurt me." The y/ht huffed wincing as she tried to pull herself up, and failed nearly falling off the bed luckily a pair a arms caught her and sat her up right.

"urg... Thanks Wally." Y/n's heart sank into her feet when she heard Wally voice on the other side of her room. "uh.. That not me N/n." the ginger man said sheepishly while adjusting his glasses as the familiar scent of Nero's cologne caught her nose, Y/n cautiously lifted up the Animus visor off her eyes to find Nero staring at her.

the y/nat woman's stomach tightened and her face felt hot as a tense silence filled the air, before Nero spoke up pretty saying that her reasons for hiding this life from him were the exact same reasons he keeps her away from Devil hunting to protect her.

He sighed knowing there was no way talking her out of the creed like he had planned, but Nero urged her not to get killed and not to hide things from him anymore... Y/n promised then Nero sheepishly asked if she'd put the Animus back on? because he kind of wants to see what will happen to Amir and Esha.

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Vergil: Like Dante he was hired by a shady old man to protect him, what he didn't expect was to be thrown into a special security called alpha squad filled with a bunch of arrogant humans who pointed a laughed at the white haired weirdo and using a sword in this day and age! Vergil ignored them seeing as this was just a temporary gig, and he'll never see them again.

Of course nothing would prepare him for what happened next, alarms were blaring and the were bodies littering the hallways, Vergil examined as he went along noting that they alpha squad members and they'd been stabbed or had their throats slashed...

It was Ironic that they died this way the more he thought about it, he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his employer yelling at someone to back off.

Vergil looked around the corner to see his employer and a hooded man with a strange blade on his wrist the two were engaged within a conversation while Vergil silently approached.

"I had dream about you Mr. Vesta."

"aww...how sweet, too bad you're not my type!"

"In my dream you never made it out the Paris Catacombs alive..."

"What can I say? I too stubborn to die!"

Vergil was just about to strike when the three were interrupted by an explosion, "Why Hello, Partner!" Vesta happily greeted the woman cautiously walked into the courtyard, Vergil felt a chill go down his spine as a familiar shouted at the man. "Jason, we have to go!" Vesta shook his head keeping eyes on the old man. "We can't let them find the box."

The woman took a an aggressive stance not liking that answer "Screw that, I killed half of Alpha squad and destroyed the map, let's get out while we can!" footsteps were heard rushing down the alley, her partner growled in frustration finally complied with her. "See ya in your dreams old man.." Vesta jeered then threw a smoke bomb he and his partner ran from the scene being chased by Vergil.

Who caught up to them fairly quickly he knocked out the man and got a hold of the woman pulling her hood off confirming his suspicions. "Y/n what's meaning of this?" he hissed coming face to face with his gobsmacked girlfriend. "Only to be interrupted by remnants of Alpha squad, who ordered him to hold her down! Without a word Vergil used summoned swords on the men causing them to scatter.

before using the Yamato to open a portal; he threw Vesta over his shoulder and he and Y/n rushed through it landing in Nero's garage, the portal closed as Vergil dropped the passed out man none too gently onto the floor then turned his girlfriend who had a lot of explaining to do.

#devil may cry #dmc x reader #Vergil sparda #Dante Sparda #Nero Sparda #Nero x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry fanfiction #Assassin's Creed #crossover fanfiction

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imagines4undertale · 4 years

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Hello there! I’m happy to have found your blog! May I request good ole Stretch, Axe, and Mutt with a person who has sudden “trances”. As in, they’ll be doing something or talking, but then they just fall into a daze that they can’t be broken from. It only lasts for about a minute, but it happens daily. It’s all right if you’d rather not! Thank you and good luck with your blog! ☺️✨

Sorry this took a hot minute! I’m still trying to fit this into my schedule, as I like to write these all at the same time. Thank you for the well wishes and take care of yourself!

US!Papyrus(Stretch)

Stretch would likely find these trances hilarious. He would be concerned at first, especially if it was while you were doing something important, but over time he realizes it’s just a quirk of yours. When this happens, he start playing a game to see how many things he can stack on your head before you snap out of it.

He’s talking to Undyne in your shared living room about a project they have planned for next month and a picnic with his brother. You are sitting on the ottoman in front of the TV playing a game when Stretch sees your face go a little slack and your game character stop moving. Stretch bolts upright and starts gathering objects from around the room.

“P-papyrus, what are you d-doing?” Undyne asks as she watches her friend balance several books and a couple nic-nacs on your head.

“shhh! she’ll break out of it faster if you make too much noise. just hold on, this’ll only take a minute.” Stretch gets to about 4 books, a decorative skull shaped candle, and a tissue box before you finally snap out of your trance and knock everything on your head to the ground.

“dang it, only one more thing and i would have broken my record!”

“Oh, crap! Not again! Papy!” You shout, but Stretch is already long gone laughing all the way, taking Undyne with him.

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HT!Sans(Axe)

Axe is also prone to his thousand mile stares from time to time, even if they are for different reasons. In the beginning he doesn’t know this though, so the first few times you do it he’ll be concerned for you. Axe will curl up next to you and whisper nice things to you until you snap out of it, thinking that you are in some bad place at the moment. Once you tell him that it is just a quirk of yours and nothing trama related he will be less worried about it. Sometimes he’ll just wait it out, but others times he’ll still curl up next to you until you come back to him. The only time he might get annoyed or mad about your space cadet adventures might be if you do it while you’re cooking and ruin the food to the point it is inedible (to you, he’ll still eat it) or around other unstable monsters you shouldn’t let your guard down around.

You and Axe don’t go out much in the underground. There are monsters around that appear generally well adjusted, but will turn on you the second you lower your defences. It was less intense since the barrier had been broken, as there was more hope and food, but there was still danger. It was just a simple hop over to the Bunny shop though for some supplies from the surface though so you should have been safe. Key word should. Axe left you for just a few moments to talk to the shop owner about getting some spaghetti for his brother as there was now enough open trading to start making requests. After he was done he went to go look for you in the isles of the shop. Turning one corner he spotted you in one of your cute little dazes, completely dead to the world around you… and with your head nearly encompassed by a dog monster’s maw. By the time you had come back to your senses, there was a thin sheet of dust over your arms and a very angry, huffing, skeleton at your side dragging you out of the store.

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SF!Papyrus(Mutt)

Similar to Stretch, Mutt is going to be mostly entertained by your trips to space. He might play a more lazy version of the stacking game on your head, but he also might just pull you into his arms and kiss your face until you snap out of it and then kiss you properly. Sometimes Mutt will say loving sweet things to you until you start registering them and start to blush. He is just a big cuddler so any chance he can get to hold you or snuggle you, he will generally take. If Black tries to yell at his SO while they're in this state he’ll cover for them or just divert attention away from them till they snap out of it. Overall, he is just going to be a big sweetheart to their SO and take their zoning as a way to get some loving.

You had been working on your computer for the past 4 hour, your back and eyes starting to kill you, when it hit you. About halfway through a sentence you can feel yourself going, going, gone. It seems to be one of your longer ones as you get lost in your own personal world for what seems like forever. When you start to come to, you hear a soft mumbling in your ear and feel warmth all over your body.

“...such a sweet, wonderful love to me, and i look forward to seeing you everyday.” Mutt's voice rumbles nicely through your chest as he holds you against his chest. You’re wrapped in a blanket on the couch with your back to Mutt’s chest as you look up at him. “oh, would you look at who finally woke up.” He chuckles as he kisses the top of your head. “my sweet little pet finally came back to me. since you’re already here, can i suggest a little break to cuddle for a bit and have something to eat and drink?” He hums into your ear as he reaches to the side table behind him and pulls up a plate of cookies and a cup of coffee. “you looked like you could use this.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too pet.”

[I would greatly appreciate any feedback and thoughts on my writing!]

#undertale imagines #us!papyrus #sf!papyrus #ht!sans #ask #anon #answer #cute #this was a fun one!

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pacifistofpatience · 5 years

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So this is all underground. Ht and Uf skelebros reacting to a (future) SO that like...turns out they have a power where they can build a sheild out of a magic that's the color of their soul (it's like a dome around them). How do those skele boys end up falling for the SO?

((Sorry I went a little off the deep end

But you did ask how they fell in love))

Horrotale

Jupiter

Partof him wants it to be an excuse, but he cant let it be

Worksthe hardest to break your shield and when it doesn’t let up he cuts his lossesand goes off, he’s not about to waste magic on something that cant be broken

Onceyour sure you’re safe you continue on words, past the others. Exhausted and starvingyou make it through Snowdin, you show kindness to those you pass. And theybreak under it. No one can ever land the killing blow- too tired, too weak, orjust too soft

Youbefriend a different skeleton; he offers you a home, but you refuse

Youcontinue. Past the place of wailing flowers and to some dump where acreature is crying loud enough you have to cover your ears to not be overcomewith grief. You find an empty home, you find three empty homes

Theworld waits with bated breath, what little you do see of the monsters that stillexist in the underground give you a wide birth. They whisper, they look behindyou in fear

(there’ssomething there, right out of your line of vision. You don’t know what it isbut they haven’t tried to kill you yet so you leave it be

Sometimes, when you’re alone, you talk to them)

Youpass a lab, you dig deeper, you learn somethings that were supposed to die withtheir creator but live on

Youforgive them anyway

(He made the right choice, stars he finally did somethingright)

Youmeet him again, at the end of a long, broken hall. He’s not there to judge you,for it’s no longer his right, but he lets you go with a parting warning

(There’s something in his words

A plea, maybe. If you could forgive them.But he doesn’t ask it out loud. He doesn’t deserve that much

You say it anyway, You promise them all- him- another chance)

Theshield is your only ally when you go up against the Queen- so full of seethingrage for the humans that came before you and believing you no better- shefights with all her strength. Her arrows coated with a burning red determinationthat is ripping her apart at the seems. You try to stop it- for the softness ofyour heart will not allow you to see another die- but she goes anyway, sheleaves her soul for you to take

Thebarrier breaks, and the rising sun calls to all of the Undergound.

(He’sthe first to greet you at the cliff. It occurs to you that, during the fight, you were never in any real danger, not when he was watching over you

Hethinks, in time, he could be ready for your love)

(Inany other scenario, if this wasn’t a wish fulfillment sort of thing, the shieldwould shatter. As fragile things against his ever-growing power do, and he wouldstill. For a moment he would break, feeling all the regret weigh on him.

Hewould wait, for a second, hoping that maybe you could do it again. That if hepaused like the stupid/slow/lazy fool he was you’d be able to gatheryourself again and put it back up. And he would be able to come to theconclusion that it wasn’t worth the little magic he had left and leave youthere to find easier pray

Butyou don’t. He thinks about the others back at Snowdin. Depending on him, whatlittle hope they have left bearing down on him.

Itmakes the next swing easier, almost as if the others are with him

Theonly Love he finds is in the form of gained EXP and another soul for thebarrier)

Mars

Hefeels something sick in himself when he first finds you

You’dbe the first working human he met face to face (other than the child that’sjust a far off memory now) and he… he can’t stand the thought of hurting another-monster or human

(Evenwhen others are starving, struggling, he can’t bring himself to be the one todo it. Like a coward he hides behind his brother who brings them food, and henever outright says how he found the humans – already dead or alive- but the increasing LV his brother has only confirmsthe worst.

Hecan’t hurt you, he can’t)

Onlyfinds out about your ability after bringing you to his home in secret, when Jupitercomes back and almost kills you right there in a panic

Whenyour shield appears, he thinks about how lucky the two of them became

Hateshimself for it, but is very insistent you hone these skills. He says its tostay safe, but he also knows its so maybe one day it can come in handy for thetwo of them

It’sa long road from there, keeping you hidden from the Queen, and from othermonsters as well. And then keeping you alive as well, but he does it!

(Andmaybe, in the end, you became a little bit of the sunshine he was losing sightof in that dark and dreary world)

Underfell

Red

Meetsyou while your defending yourself from a few monsters right outside of Snowdin.Chases off the other monsters and tries to coax you out of it so he can get theyour soul all for himself… but is actually kind of proud of you when he seesthat you don’t let your guard down instantly

Triesto see if he can roll you around in the dome. When you get pissy he laughs, andmaybe starts to think a cute little human like you shouldn’t be out here all ontheir own

Eventuallystarts to talk to you and, like the secretly soft dumbass he is, gets attached

Oncehe gets close to you though he’s … kind of relieved

Youhave a way to protect yourself! you have a way to protect yourself and itjust makes him feel that much better about everything! He hides you away, andeventually convinces Boss to collar you in a desperate attempt to keep you outof harm’s way

(Itdoesn’t take as much convincing as he thinks it does, Boss had already made hismind up after the first plea but he refused to acknowledge it)

Youtwo spend a lot of time together, hiding away in the underground mostly at theirhome (that will, in time, become your home as well) and welcoming him with awarm smile each time he wanders in

He’sharsh, but it eventually fades out. Unable to really be angry at someone whojust is… so soft to him. Despite Boss’ reprimands, he starts to fall into thissort of domestic bliss when you’re around

Hepulls you into hugs more often, spends days around you away from his duties andnights just talking to you with the TV at low volume

(Whichis dangerous in the Underground. Boss can’t have his brother going Softlike that when there’s still so much that can happen. When one moment ofweakness could be the last he ever sees of Red

Youbetter make yourself useful soon, least you become anther soul in the Kings castle)

Boss

Hefinds you and is the first to make an attempt at your life, but quickly learns justhow hard that is when you use your shield!

Pitchesa fit and starts kicking at your soul dome, absolutely pissed off that you evendare to! Not! Let him!! Kill you!!

(butsomething inside him is so GD’d relieved, so happy that this time he has an excuse)

Eventuallythe dome goes down, either because of exhaustion or something else, and when hegets to you he…

…Hedoesn’t (Can’t) kill you

Youwake up in some weird shed and a Boss hovering right outside of these bars youcould totally slip through if you wanted to and he demands your enteral allianceto him because you’re the perfect ally! With you’re shield your more of a useto him then most of the vermin of the Underground

It’slike a fighting duo! You be the shield and he’ll be the sword! You Just have totrain a little bit more!

(Littlestars pop in his sockets for a moment, there’s this far off look in his eyelights you don’t have time to figure out. Like he’s remembering something)

Thetraining us grueling, from dusk till dawn you work hard and use all your magicreserves

But,its all worth it when you create a shield to hold both you and Boss in. Onethat lets him attack but also will not allow any attacks in. The praise you receiveis heart fluttering

Yougrow close, over time, and his brother warms up to you and your wit easily. Youget collared, you find a home…

Andyou’re reported

Someone,some fucking snitch, went to the Royal Guard without any of you knowing. And Undynecomes with a warning; give them the human or be become an enemy of the kingdom

(“Youhave an hour to make up your mind, Solider. I’ll be the only onestanding guard outside your house so don’t even try to escape There’s noway you can sneak out the back while I’m the one standing guard”)

Youthree are long gone when she finally breaks down the door

#Underfell #Horrortale #UF!Sans #UF!Papyrus #HT!Sans #HT!Papyrus #Im sorry i got distracted #when i find a prompt i like i go off #what im soft for the angry boys #Anonymous

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vexy-sins · 5 years

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Kinktober 2018: BONUS #2 (BloodLust Breeding)

Pairing: HT!Sans (redtomatofan version) x UL!Sans (BloodLust)

Featured Kinks: Mild Marking, Mild Body Worship, Breeding

Additional Warnings: Exhibitionism, Gaping, Creampie, Mild Cum Inflation

This place has potential, thought the skeleton monster with purple heart-shaped eyelights. Monsters in his universe simply called him Lust, a moniker earned through his inexorable charms and ability to seduce literally anyone. Legend had it that he had once seduced a moss-covered rock though the rock could not confirm or deny it.

Lust strolled casually through the barren Snowdin Forest, hands tucked into the pockets of his purple, blue-fur-lined vest. This definitely appeared to be the kind of universe where monsters fought and struggled just to survive, the kind of place that would yield strong breeding stock… if only he could find any monsters living here. Lust’s sky blue boots crunched the snow in the absolute silence as he wandered further into the forest of dead and dying trees. He never even noticed the glowing red eyes tracking him from the shadows.

A stocky skeleton monster with a jagged hole in his skull watched the newcomer with grim concern. The brightly colored clothing on the other skeleton stood out like a beacon in the harsh white snow and charred black background of trees. This flamboyant skeleton didn’t belong in a dying world. Not that it mattered- the ravenous monsters of the Horror-verse would find him soon enough and mar his pristine bones as they tore him apart for any iota of sustenance they could glean.

The injured skeleton stepped forward with a sigh. He couldn’t let the carefree skeleton be killed just for wandering into the wrong universe. Sugar would expect better of him, and he never let his brother down if he could help it.

Sensing eyes on him, Lust whirled just in time to see a broad-framed skeleton monster with a gaping head wound reaching for him. He leapt backwards, startled by the skeleton’s appearance and stealthy approach.

“heh, don’tcha know how t’greet a new friend?” the skeleton rumbled in a deep voice that sent shivers up Lust’s spine. Lust’s heart-shaped eyelights roved over the other skeleton’s body, assessing him for breeding potential. He could almost smell the virility pouring off of this intimidating monster. He wondered if a quick blowjob counted as an appropriate “greeting.”

“i’m Lust, but you can call me yours,” Lust offered, ignoring the other skeleton’s outstretched hand in favor of stepping in close and pressing himself against the slightly shorter but much broader skeleton. The skeleton with the skull injury sidled away, making Lust pout, but he kind of enjoyed a monster that played hard to get. The chase sweetened the conquest.

“name’s Blood, and you seem to be lost, pal. this universe ain’t safe for visitors,” warned Blood. “ya don’t look like ya’ve seen what a lifetime of starvation n’ violence does to monsters. better leave b’fore someone less friendly finds ya.”

“such savagery,” exclaimed Lust, though he sounded more aroused than shocked or frightened, “but i came here because my universe has its own problems. monsters are dying out, and we can’t reproduce.”

“well y’ain’t gonna find any babies ‘round here.”

“i’m not looking for babies. i’m looking for strong monsters that are capable of breeding. monsters like you. i think we could help each other, Blood.” Lust slunk close to the other skeleton yet again, brushing their ribcages together and giving Blood a half-lidded stare of seduction. Blood seemed skeptical, so Lust whispered his idea straight into the other skeleton’s ear canal:

“all the food you can dream of can be yours, and all you have to do to earn it is fuck. We can give it a test run right here and now if you’d like.” Lust groped the front of Blood’s unwashed basketball shorts, and sure enough, he found the other skeleton’s magic tingling in his pelvis, ready to form into ecto-flesh at any moment.

“i got a brother,” Blood said reluctantly. He could never accept such a gracious offer without bringing Sugar along to share in the spoils. If they needed a breeder, he’d do it. He’d do anything to feed himself and Sugar.

“he’d come with us, obviously. every Sans needs his Papyrus!” Lust practically salivated on himself. His prize was so close he could almost taste it, and oh how he wanted to taste it.

“not for breedin’ though-” Blood quickly corrected, but Lust waved his words aside with a sultry smile.

“of course not. only willing monsters become breeders. besides, it’s really you i’m after. those strong bones, crisscrossed with scars yet still graceful in their curvature. you’re a magnificent creature, Blood, and i want you to be mine.”

Lust’s eagerness and overt sexuality fanned a flame in Blood’s core that he hadn’t even known was still there. It nearly overwhelmed his constant gnawing hunger… but not quite. He agreed to collect his brother and travel back to Lust’s universe with him. A hot meal and a hot pussy sounded like a dream come true, and Blood wasn’t willing to let this opportunity slip away while he weighed the abundant pros and nonexistent cons.

Lust told Blood that their arrangement would be discussed later, after he settled in, so Blood and his brother, Sugar, spent their first few weeks in Lust’s universe eating, resting, and recuperating their magic. Once Blood finally got used to having his fill of food, however, a new appetite awakened in him. The ambient sexual nature of the Lust-verse saturated the air, and Blood breathed it in eagerly. Soon, he found himself seeking out Lust’s company.

“Blood!” Lust greeted him, “are you enjoying yourself?”

“ya promised food in exchange for fuckin’. ya held up yer end of the bargain, so i guess it’s time to get down ta business,” Blood’s bright red eyelights raked Lust’s purple ecto-flesh like a pair of greedy, wandering hands.

“so eager,” sighed Lust, fanning himself though it did nothing to tame his excitement. “i hope you don’t mind an audience though. the other monsters here are anxious to see you… perform.”

“let ‘em watch.” Blood’s voice came out husky, and Lust knew he’d chosen a winner. He gave Blood instructions to meet him backstage at Grillby’s Club. The fire elemental always had live entertainment in his establishment, but tonight the entire future of their universe would hang in the balance as monsters watched their own beloved Lust fuck a potentially fertile monster from another universe.

Blood felt the weight of their expectant eyes on him the moment he stepped onto the platform, wearing only his now-clean shorts. Muscles rippled along his deep red ecto-body, magic he couldn’t have kept summoned like this back when he couldn’t remember what an actual meal tasted like. All of his thoughts promptly melted into an incoherent puddle when Lust took the stage alongside him.

Lust wore nothing except a flimsy black silk robe that clung in all of the right places on his toned body. He moved with feline grace, circling Blood before closing the distance between them to slide his hands down Blood’s chest and abs. Lust moaned as his phalanges explored the hard muscles.

“stunning,” he purred so that only Blood could hear, prowling around to stare at the view from the back. Lust ran his hands over Blood’s back, following the curve of his spine down to his ass, which he grabbed and squeezed with both hands. “lovely,” he whispered, almost to himself.

When Lust finished his appraisal of Blood, he stood in front of him and slowly let the fabric of his robe slip off of his shoulders. Blood’s hands assisted it in falling away completely until it drifted gracefully to the floor. Blood leaned in and captured Lust’s mouth in a rough kiss; Lust braced himself against Blood’s ample pecs and gently pushed him away. He would be setting the pace this evening.

Lust’s kissed and licked his way along Blood’s jawline until his mouth and tongue found the stocky skeleton’s cervical vertebrae. Lust nipped and teased at the bones of Blood’s neck, kissing the base of his throat between his collarbones then sucking gently on one of the clavicles. Blood moaned, content to let Lust have his way for now. Lust nipped and sucked at Blood’s neck and collarbones until dark marks appeared, a sign that Blood had been claimed.

Chuckling at his handiwork, Lust continued to kiss his way down Blood’s body, occasionally giving a nip or gentle suckle to the dark crimson ecto-flesh, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake as he made his way down to the waistband of Blood’s pants. Breathing heavily in anticipation of the main event, Lust slipped his phalanges underneath the waistband and slowly, languorously tugged the shorts down, baring Blood’s pelvis to the crowd.

Lust blinked in surprise as Blood’s thick erection bobbed free of the basketball shorts and came to rest against his cheekbone, spilling sticky beads of viscous precum onto Lust’s face. A indistinguishable murmur swept through the crowd, but Lust didn’t miss a beat. Turning his head, he caught the tip of Blood’s cock with his tongue, sweeping the rest of the precum into his mouth before tilting his face upwards to address Blood.

“i think there’s been a misunderstanding,” said Lust, standing up and facing Blood. “you’re not here to breed me. i’m going to breed you.” Blood’s eyes dropped to Lust’s pelvis where the other skeleton’s twitching cock stood at enthusiastic attention.

Blood had assumed that Lust had summoned a pussy, and he’d been too mesmerized by Lust’s provocative movements and sensuous facial expressions to check. Still, he swore he’d do anything to keep Sugar here where they could be safe and well-fed, and he stood by that vow. Dismissing his cock, Blood focused on re-forming his magic into a plump, slick pussy that looked good enough to eat. Lust apparently agreed because he lowered himself again, licking his mouth, heart-shaped eyelights locked on Blood’s decadent, glistening folds.

Lust couldn’t wait to fill Blood up with his cum again and again, as often as Blood could safely handle, as often as it took until a soulling swelled that sexy blood-red abdomen.

Lust held Blood aloft with his hands under the broad skeleton’s thick thighs which were bruised and tender from the slamming of Lust’s insistent hips. Using two of his phalanges, Lust spread the other skeleton’s pussy lips, putting his gaping cunt on display for the cheering crowd. Purple cum poured out of Blood’s pussy, dripping in thick globs onto the stage. Blood’s stomach swelled with the volume of the cum still inside of him, but Lust made a tsk-ing sound.

“oh no,” Lust cried in mock concern, “it just keeps flowing back out! i guess we’ll have to keep going then!”

The throbbing shaft filled Blood’s raw, aching pussy again. The crowd cheered louder. Blood kept telling himself that he was doing this for himself and for Sugar, that it was all worth it, that eventually Lust’s stamina would run out and he would empty himself at last.

It took hours.

And it was only their first session.

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we-are-fam-ily · 5 years

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Witness Protection

A random idea I had at work the other day!

Characters: Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Procrasti(Nate)ion, Remy(Sleep), Emile Picani, Deceit Sanders, Thomas Sanders

Ships: Familial Logince, Familial Moxiety, Remile, Procrasticeit? (Is there a ship name for Nate and Deceit?)

Summary: Patton’s new co-worker has a mysterious past, but seems fairly normal for an actor. Soon a new family moves into town and Roman starts acting strange

Wordcount: 1,661

Trigger warning: Death mention, Sympathetic Deceit, Mentions of Child Abuse, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of Human Trafficking

“I’m just saying, you oughtta stay away from that guy.”

“Nate, kiddo, he’s my co-worker.”

“Pat. I love you, man, but here on the force, we get told stuff.” Nate Harper paused and stared at something out the window of the small café. “I can’t really say much, but watch out for him.”

Patton Heart sighed and gave his cocoa a mutinous look. Nate was probably right, but that didn’t mean that he was going to listen.

“Breaking News!” Both men turned to the TV in the corner. “Robert Pride, CEO of Pride Industries, has been officially charged with human trafficking, drug possession, money laundering, electoral fraud, and child abuse. His second wife, Amelia Pride nee Greed, has been brought in for questioning on the same charges.”

Nate grimaced.

“Don’t listen to that crap, Patty.” The news blared on.

“An anonymous witness came forward early last month, and has now been relocated using a witness protection program. The heir to the Pride family, Robert’s oldest son, is assumed dead. His youngest son has been taken in by a longtime friend who has no ties to the Pride syndicate.”

“I feel sorry for those boys.”

Nate sighed. “You’ve gotta big heart, Patty.”

Patton gave him a short hug before they parted.

“Friends, Countrymen! I have arrived!” Roman Prince lit up the room with his exuberant personality and wide gestures.

“Come to bury Caesar, and not praise him?” Patton’s brother Thomas looked up from his literature homework.

Roman laughed and ruffled the younger teen’s hair. “Indeed. Where is my squire, fair prince Thomas?”

Patton watched as his youngest brother poked his head from behind Thomas. “Heya, Princey.”

“Why is Thomas a prince while Virgil is only a squire, kiddo?” Patton wasn’t entirely sure why he spoke up from his place behind the counter.

Roman shrugged and looked at Virgil.

“Would you rather be our Dark and Stormy Knight?”

The eight-year-old shook his head. “I don’t like the spotlight.”

Roman gave Patton a look that said ‘that’s what he said’, and Patton shook his head.

“Alas, friends, I must make my way to the back, and begin my work for the day!”

Roman swept into the back of the bakery, grabbing a hairnet from the box behind Patton as he went. There was soon a clatter of dishes and the muted notes of a Disney song filtering through the door.

It was a few weeks later when Remy Dormir blustered through the bakery door, white-knuckling his refillable Starbucks mug.

“Patton, babe, I’m in love.”

“Aw, kiddo, that’s great!”

“He’s a therapist. With a son. And his brother was looking at Nate like I’m about to lose my best friend.”

Patton grinned and Roman burst into the lobby from the back of the bakery.

“I hear someone is dealing with matters of the heart? Do tell, fair friend!”

Remy winced at Roman’s proclamation.

“It’s too early for your volume, girl.”

The baker looked affronted, wiping his floury hands on his crown-patterned apron and making offended noises.

“It’s never too early for projecting if one is an actor, Pumpkin Spice Bore.”

“Okay, kiddos, let’s be nice. What did you say your new friend’s name was, Rem?”

The coffee addict took on a starry-eyed look normally reserved for venti lattes.

“Emile. Emile Picani.”

There was a loud thwack as Roman ran face first into a wall.

“You O.K., kiddo?”

“Never better, Padre. I’m practically perfect in every way.”

They came in on Roman’s day off. Two tall, relatively good looking men and a boy, around Virgil’s age. Virgil perked up from his seat in the corner.

“That’s my friend, Logan,’ he whispered to Patton. ‘He’s new.” Patton ruffled his brother’s hair.

“Well, go say hi, kiddo!”

Virgil shuffled past the counter so he would be visible to the other boy and waved shyly. The boy, who was wearing a necktie of all things, looked up to one of the men for approval before slowly making his way across the story.

“Salutations, Virgil.”

“Hi, L.” He glanced back at Patton. “Pat, c’n I get a cookie for Logan?”

Patton smiled and fished two cookies from the complementary cookie jar.

“Here you go, kiddos.” He handed one to his brother and the other to the new boy. “I’m Patton, my dad owns the bakery.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mister Patton. Are you Virgil’s brother?”

“Yup!”

The shorter of the two men approached the counter. “Hi! Remy said this was the best bakery in the area. I’m Emile, and this is my brother Dee.” He gestured to the other man, who was looking around and stroking the massive birthmark on his cheek self-consciously. “This is my adopted son, Logan.”

“It’s nice to meet you all! Thanks for dropping by! I’m Patton, this is my youngest brother Virgil.” Patton shook the proffered hand.

“This baked good is indistinguishable in taste from those my older sibling has made for me in the past.”

Virgil made a sound of distress, and Patton looked over to see tears building in Logan’s eyes.

“Oh no! Kiddo, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry, is the cookie that bad?”

The boy shook his head and crammed the rest of the cookie in his mouth. Emile knelt down next to him.

“Want to talk about it, Logan?”

Logan swallowed the cookie and wiped his face with his polo sleeve.

“I momentarily found myself noticing Ro’s absence. My apologies for my outburst.”

“Want another cookie, kiddo?”

Logan looked up to Patton.

“Yes please.”

“I think you used your cookies to bake that boy’s heart, RoRo!”

Roman’s laughter from the back was halfhearted.

“Hey, Pattycake, can we talk about something else?”

Patton glanced through the door to see his coworker looking forlorn. “Sure, kiddo. Are you doing ok?”

“Just bitterly jittery and not very glittery today, Padre. I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure, kiddo.”

He was so focused on Roman that he almost didn’t hear the bell chiming. He turned to find Virgil dragging Logan in with a determined look on his face.

“Stay here, L. I’ll be right back.”

Logan looked a bit confused as Virgil dashed behind Patton, grabbed a hairnet, and ran into the back. Patton shook his head fondly.

“He just went to beg fresh cookies out of Princey, kiddo. How was school today?”

“Acceptable. Virgil requested assistance with his math homework, bringing me here to work on it. I hope we are not an imposition?”

“No worries, kiddo. Virgil comes here to do homework all the time.” Patton smiled at Logan. “Our other brother Thomas comes in sometimes as well. He’s in high school.”

Logan nodded. “Virgil told me everything he could think to tell me about his family, so I am aware.” He then looked sheepish. “My apologies if that came off as less than polite. I am still unused to interacting with anyone but my brother.”

“No problem, kiddo! That’s a-ok with me!”

“Thank you.”

Virgil came skipping back out with two warm cookies wrapped carefully in a napkin.

“Contraband!” He handed one to Logan and stuffed the other in his mouth. “Mf! Ht!”

Logan cracked a grin. “Of course it is hot, Virgil.” He took a small bite of his, still smiling at Virgil.

“So, kiddo,’ Patton began conversationally. ‘What brings you and your dad to our little town?”

Logan’s face turned sour. “Emile is not my father. My father murdered my half-brother and was accosted for it. I hate to sound emotional, but I hope they let father rot in prison for his misdeeds.”

Virgil started glaring at Patton halfway through Logan’s speech, and tentatively wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulder when he finished.

“Uh. Wow. Ok, kiddo. Thanks for being willing to share!”

It all went down several days later. Thomas called Patton to pick him up from drama rehearsal, so Patton left Roman and Virgil to watch the bakery. Well, Roman to watch the bakery and Virgil to mope about Logan having to go somewhere after school.

Patton and Thomas pulled up to the bakery shortly after the Picani’s car rolled up, so they watched in shock as Logan got out of the car, noticed something inside the bakery, dropped his bag and dashed into the bakery. Patton was out the car in a flash, right behind Emile.

They were greeted with the sight of Roman tightly holding a sobbing Logan to his chest, tears running down his face.

“Roman?” Patton turned to see Emile and Dee standing in the doorway, looking at Roman like they’d seen a ghost.

“Hey, Doc. Hi, Jekyll and Lied.”

Patton closed the bakery and made hot cocoa.

“You were the anonymous witness.”

“Yeah. Had to wait until I turned 18, so that I might be able to take Lo with me. Didn’t work out, obviously.”

“You didn’t think to call us?”

“Emmy, you know me. I don’t remember phone numbers.”

“He has a website.”

“Get away from me with your facts, Lies and Dolls.”

Logan hadn’t let go of his death grip on Roman’s apron, not even for a mug of cocoa. Virgil huddled close to Thomas, worried by the emotions running rampant in the small shop.

“I think we’re missing information, kiddo. What happened?”

Sheepishly, Roman looked at Patton.

“So, I wasn’t completely honest when I started working here. My name is Roman Pride, heir to Pride Industries. Uh. My father was bad business, so I went to the police and reported him, so they put me in witness protection. Logan is my half-brother.” He paused to look down at Logan, smiling a little at the boy.

“I heard from Remy that Emile was in town, but I tried to stay away, so I had no idea that Virgil’s Logan was my little brother. I thought he would just get placed in Foster Care. I was going to look for him in a few months, when the fervor died down.”

“No wonder Nate said you were suspicious.”

#sympathetic deceit #roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remy sanders #deceit sanders #tw deceit #child abuse mention #drug mention #emile picani #ts procrastination #short fic #kinda dumb #but here we are #i don't like the end but whatever

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Snips & Snails 4/7

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): (Unfulfilled) HT!Undyne/HT!Alphys, HT!Sans & HT!Undyne, Suggested HT!Undyne/??? Chapter Warnings: Briefly referenced suicide, not graphically described

There are some things only she can do... even if it hurts her. Undyne learned that from someone really important to her.

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KINDNESS

Undyne’s never had so many letters in her life.

The pile looks especially huge on her modest little writing desk. It feels like it gets bigger by the day and there was a time she’d have laughed at the idea of being intimidated by a measly stack of paper, but that time is well behind her.

She gets it now, and looking at all her letters just makes her feel an uncomfortable kind of sick.

They remind her of the letters she found in Alphys’ lab, after she…

After she…

…

Undyne wonders if she felt this kind of sick, too, thinking about what nasty, accusing words could be in the unending stream of letters delivered to her. She wonders if Alphys stared at them like she does, trying not to think about all the people she failed and wishing they’d all just…go away and leave her alone.

Were they the reason Alphys did…what she did? Was she thinking about Mettaton or Asgore, or was it the letters that made her feel like she needed to escape so badly that she was willing to…?

Undyne should’ve noticed.

She was so caught up in everything, so hurt and so angry, but Alphys was struggling, too. If she’d paid just a little more attention, maybe she could’ve…

Maybe she’d still be…

Damn it…

Undyne’s not supposed to think that way and she knows it. It’s not ‘healthy,’ or whatever, to dwell on what-ifs and coulda-woulda-shoulda’s, she’s heard that enough times from her shrink.

But the letters make her think stuff like that and maybe that’s why she keeps pretending they’re not there.

She already gets all the updates she needs about the outside world from her visitors, anyway.

Papyrus probably tells her the most.

He comes by every other week, like clockwork, and he yammers on and on about as many of Undyne’s former subjects as he can think of.

It’s nice to know what everybody’s up to, that they’re doing okay, and really the only downside is that he always tries to sneak in a lecture at her in between all the important stuff.

‘Did your best’ this, and ‘forgiven you’ that, she doesn’t wanna hear any of that mushy crap…

Gerson’s a lot easier to deal with, even if he only checks in on her every couple of months.

Undyne doesn’t take it personally, though— he’s the King of All Monsters now, and she knows how busy that job can be.

Either way, he’s not as sappy as Papyrus but he still talks a lot. Mostly about how he’s working on reducing her sentence all the time, and that’s its own kind of annoying.

She tunes out a lot when he starts talking about stuff like getting monsters’ imprisonment counting towards her time served and extenuating circumstances, blah blah blah.

Undyne, uh… actually has no idea how long her sentence still is and how much of it she has left to serve.

It’s not her fault, though, that crap is just so boring!

All she knows is that Gerson keeps threatening that ‘in just a couple years,’ he might be able to officially name her his successor, like that was actually a good idea after how that went the first time.

Undyne knows better than to argue with the old man by now, though.

“Now, listen here, ‘Dynie,” he said last time, “you were a good queen when things were bad, so when things are good, you’re bound to be a greatone!”

She’d scoffed at him, rolling her eye and pointing out, “You still have to dust before I can succeed you, y’know. Aren’t you immortal or something? Fossil.”

“Keep that kinda talk up and I really will live forever, just to mess with ya’! Wa ha ha ha!”

…Crazy old codger.

But his opinion is one that she…

If he wants her to take another shot at the Queen thing, if he thinks she should, then maybe…

Hell, she’s done crazier things.

But she’ll burn that bridge when she gets to it.

Undyne has another visitor today, one who’s never come before, and she’s not sure what to expect.

She’s gotta give him one thing, though: the red glow of his eye, watching her in the darkness of her cell is actually pretty damn spooky.

“Are you here to kill me or what?”

The question makes Sans flinch, and she immediately feels a little guilty for asking it.

It makes her bluster a little, demanding, “Well, what am I supposed to think? Sneaking around in the dead of night like a ninja, all creepy…”

But Sans hadn’t always looked so creepy…had he?

That was Undyne’s fault.

Before everything, Sans had just been Papyrus’ lazy older brother and her absolute worst sentry, with harmless white eye-lights, a whole skull, and a lazy grin.

He never asked to be her executioner and it wasn’t fair to keep trying to pin that role on him.

“How’d you even get in here, anyway?” she wonders.

Finally, Sans speaks. “does it matter?”

……Fair point, she supposes.

“Alright. How about…why are you here?”

Undyne can’t imagine anyone would break into even a minimum security prison without a reason.

“…gotta question for ya,” Sans admits after a moment. “always…always meant to ask. never felt steady enough before.”

She hears the unspoken, ‘but i do now’ and it makes her feel…

Good.

Undyne is glad he’s steady. She’s glad he’s doing better, and she’s even glad for whatever role that…human…spouse of his had in it.

But she’s starting to feel like it’s the letters all over again, that dread of the unknown rearing up in her gut.

………

Fuck that.

“Ask away,” she says, because if there’s anybody she owes answers to, it’s him.

Sans looks her dead in the face and asks, “why’d you take the fall?”

Well.

Somehow the most obvious question he could’ve asked her, and she still didn’t see it coming.

It makes her laugh a little, at herself.

“What,” Undyne chuckles, “you really can’t guess?”

That red light is still locked on her, immobile in its socket. “don’t wanna guess. i wanna hear it.”

And she guesses that’s fair, too, so she bites the bullet.

“Come on,” she says. “We both know I wasn’t the best queen, don’t we? Things were bad and…I wasn’t ready for the responsibility. But that doesn’t really do much for the people who got hurt, does it?”

She knows her meaning is clear, but she gestures towards the glaringly huge hole in Sans’ skull anyway, void-black even in her already-dark room.

The victim of her handiwork just shrugs.

But really, that’s just an explanation for what she did, not an excuse. And even if it were an excuse, Undyne’s not big on those.

“I really hurt you. I know that.”

“ya’ hurt Papyrus, too.”

It’s probably the quickest retort Undyne’s heard out of him since she cracked his skull open. She’s not too surprised it was in defense of his brother.

She rolls her eye, anyway.

“Duh, dude, I was there, I remember. But that was…”

She struggles for a word that won’t make the both of them feel like crap.

“…Fixable.”

She fails.

At least Papyrus’ teeth could be filled in and set straight. With his braces off these days, he looks almost the same as he used to, like that awful fight never even happened.

There isn’t a brace in the world that can put Sans’ head back together, and they both know that it isn’t just a superficial wound.

He has to deal with what Undyne did to him every day of his life.

Sans huffs, something that could almost be a laugh. “so…what? it’s guilt?” he asks. “y’wanted to do my time for me, make things ‘even’?”

Sorta…?

But that’s not everything and she wants him to understand.

“Hey. You used to be friends with Alphys, right?”

“………?” The confusion in his silence is palpable. Eventually he admits, “wouldn’t say ‘friends.’ worked together. knew her.”

“Yeah, good enough. You heard her talking about her history tapes at least once, then.”

“…her…? oh. her anime.” It looks like Sans is wondering if he missed a piece of the conversation somewhere. He obviously has no idea what Undyne’s getting at and it’s almost funny. “what about it?”

There’s no way she could explain it right.

Alphys had such an amazing way with words when she was excited, so passionate and overflowing and there’s just no way Undyne could ever replicate that night she remembers so fondly now.

“O-oh, this next one i-is one of my favorite episodes,” Alphys had gushed, her claw over the PLAY button. The light of the TV was reflecting off her glasses and she’d looked so cute, but Undyne was too chicken to try to hold her hand, so she just kept her mouth shut and let her talk. “It’s, it’s actually really s-sad, but! It’s r-really powerful, too, ‘cause Wan-Wan comes back and, and even after he wrecked Mew-Mew’s school at the beginning of the season, he has a change of heart right before the final battle! And he cuts off his own tail just to heal her and it’s really, really cool because, y’know, it shows that he’s not really a bad guy, he just made a lot of mistakes, but that’s not all he is! He can do good things, too, when they give him the chance to, and he does it even though it hurts him and he can’t fly without both of his tails, but it was something only he could do and that’s just so! It’s really beautiful and important and—……oh jeez, I just…s-spoiled the whole thing, d-didn’t I? Oh no, s-sorry, Undyne…! I-it's still good, I promise, we c-can still watch it, r-right…?”

Undyne does her best to sum up, the memory of Alphys’ shyly reddening scales bringing a tired smile to her face.

“It’s something she told me,” she explains. “There’s some things only you can do, even if it hurts you. And this is my thing.”

She’s not sure Sans understands yet. He’s still just standing there, staring at her, so she keeps going.

“You’re…you’re a good guy, Sans,” Undyne says, as gently as she has in her. “You never wanted to hurt anybody. I knew that. You’re not…like me.”

Because she did want to hurt somebody—anybody, after Frisk did what they did and vanished—and it was not keeping that in check that messed things up for everybody; that made Sans do her job for her.

She still remembers, vividly, the hollow expression on his skull when he stood before her that first time, telling her that he’d secured a human soul. It was a sad look, pained and reluctant, yet…

Determined.

He reminded Undyne so much of Asgore, then. He still does, and it makes it feel even more right that she’s doing this instead of Sans.

“Besides,” she smirks, “you’re way too soft. You’d never survive in jail, not even cushy, rich-human jail! Me, I’m tough as nails, so just…go back home and…let me do this for you, alright?”

By the light of Sans’ eye, Undyne sees a slow smile start to break across his face.

“heh…you gotta way of hammerin’ your point home, don’cha?”

A pun.

Two puns, technically.

Sans must really be doing better these days if he’s punning again.

Good.

Undyne’s grin falls a little when Sans adds something else, though.

“listen. …you were…probably a better queen than ya’ give yourself credit for.” His tone is begrudging, but that just makes her feel more like he actually believes what he’s saying. “just ‘cause it didn’t work out great for me, specifically, doesn’t mean… doesn’t mean there aren’t a whole bunch of monsters out there that really care about you.”

……Oh, stars above, not him, too!

But before Undyne can think of anything to say, Sans and his glowing red eye are gone, leaving her alone in her cell.

Typical Sans.

Undyne flops back on her cot and tries to go to sleep, even though she’s feeling…

She’s not sure.

But the next day, when she sees the letters on her desk… she doesn’t feel the same dread as before.

If what Sans and Papyrus and Gerson said is even a little true, then maybe…maybe whatever’s in there isn’t so bad?

Undyne rummages through the pile, half-heartedly at first, until she find something that sticks out to her.

The stationery is neon pink and smells like perfume…and a little like the dump, honestly. Like water and rusty springs and…stuffing?

It’s familiar, but what really gets her is that it says it’s from Mew-Mew and it’s gotta be a joke, but hell, it has her attention.

Undyne opens it up.

“Dear Undyne,” it reads in a flowing, cursive script, “sweet, strong, violent, perfect Undyne, I hope this letter finds you well! You may not know me, but I have very fond memories of you…”

Missing scene from Fur a Good Time, Call…

A/N: Maybe someday, Undyne will write a letter back to her secret admirer...

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#snipsnsnails #undertale #fanfiction #undyne #sans #horrortale #ht!sans #myfic

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RWBY Volume 5 Episode 5 Review

Mod Quartz here again! Look’s like I was right to choose the first episode in each cycle because DAMN, I drew an interesting episode this time around.

So our episode starts off with Sun and Blake going around trying to convince some of the Fanaus of Meangrie to sign a petition it seems to protect Haven Academia while it seems like the animators are looking for every animal trait they can find to meld with one of the character models. I will give credit to animators that they at least try to give Meangrie’s population some more variety as to show the diverse range of Fanaus that can result in their race. Although some do confuse like the more aquatic Fanaus. Do they have the ability to breath underwater? Can they only live in water? Do they reproduce like mammals or like fish? I get that they can’t go into depth so much since theres so little time but, maybe create a World Of Remnant series to play in the off months to explain more. I’m sure losing one or two episodes of RWBY chibi wouldn’t be much compared to clarifying the lore a bit more.

Any how, while Sun ad Blake try to recruit some people to help them (in which Sun almost recruits an unknowning teen but to be far, he was like a foot taller than him), nobody seems to want to help. As Blake explains, the people who came willingly to Meangrie and weren’t born on the island came because they were sick of the pressure and trials of living with humans and just want to be left alone which makes sense. Why else would you choose to live in DEATH AUSTRALIA other than to get away from people? l though I have to wonder about Blake’s line about “putting the world before themselves” line. Is about the world or the humans? We never see WHY they are being rejected which would help here but sadly, we don’t get anything and that keeps us in the dark.

Blake then goes onto say that Adam’s actions will affect them whether they want it to or not as his actions while speaking on behalf of the Fanaus will make things worse for everyone. And sadly this is true. When there is a bad group of people in any vaguely connected group, they all get ht bwith the bad reputation. That’s why organizations like the KKK are bad: Because not only to they harm people for no real reason but then everyone even vaguely connected to them gets hit with their stigma as well. And considering how the White Fang participated in taking down Beacon, things will get ugly if they take out Haven as well.

Then we have Sun not-too-subtly trying to get to know his competition (I know that probably wasn’t his intention but I couldn’t resist.) And Buddy, even with your following, you are still a way better choice than Douchey McStabbyTerrorist. So Blake goes onto explain why she liked Adam and whys he feels the way about him she does now. She says that she has meet people who are basically the embodiment of words and we get her opinions on the reast of Team RWBY (and Sun) before Adam with Ruby being “purity”, Weiss being “defiance”, Yang being “Strength” and Sun being on the fence with a leaning to “Earnest.” Well the Blake shippers are gonna have a field day with this.

Anyway, she goes onto explain Adam. At first she describes him as Justice then as Passion before settling on Spite. And she makes it clear that it isn’t Rage or Hate like we believed him to be but Spite. Blake talks about how Adam operates, how he refuses equality to instead cause suffering to the world he thinks made him suffer before talking Illa and how Adam’s way of thinking is dangerously contiguous. And that really does make sense. It’s really easy to blame the world for your problems and try to enact vengeance on the world for what it did to you. It’s easy to see yourself as justified in taking back what was taken from you, “eye for an eye” as the saying goes. But it also brings to mind “eye for an eye and the whole world’s blind”: Adam has gone too far to the point that other people are his victims and can take a shot at his eyes. Thus the cycle would keep going and going and going until the whole world breaks down. It emphasies the need to let go and work for the greater good.

We then hear Blake talk a bit about Illa, how she admired Illa for fighting in the White Fang despite the fact that she could pass as human, how she was trained with Illa in how to fight and how to survive and how when Sienna and Adam rose to power, Ill as well as herself became more dangerous people as a whole. Sun then asks what she is gonna do and Blake replies that she’s gonna do for Illa what Sun did for her: be there even as they push others away. This is actually pretty nice as while Sun made a few mistakes in Volume 4 (It was Volume 4, everyone was making mistakes Mostly the writers.), so did Blake. Here we see Blake accepting that and moving beyond that. Blake’s truly developing here.

After that, we cut to Oscar training with the cane while Ruby walks down to tell him that dinner is ready. Oscar talks a little about how he never really fought before and how he feels so at home with the cane, as though he has had it for a lifetime or even longer. ... DUnno what to make of this with Ozpin so I’ll just move on. Ruby then says that if he keeps training he’ll be readyin no time, dropping Penny’s old Euphamism of “Combat Ready!” And then she goes sad, much like the entire fandom at that line. Oscar catches on and tries saying something but Ruby just tries walking away. This is rather important in that t shows that Ruby still refuses to properly process and grieve for her dead friends. Ruby, for all her strength, is still a child who can’t properly process death well enough.

Then Oscar asks her how she can be okay with everything going, talking about how he’s overwhelmingly scared and how he never asked for any of this. Ruby tries comforting him by saying that she and her friends went to Beacon to help people but how they needed to keep going, which Oscar snaps and lashes out at her about how people have tried to kill her and the world’s about to go to war and how she’s okay with this. We see Ruby look down from Oscar’s gaze and see Oscar calm down right before we get perhaps the greatest speech from Ruby Rose we’ve had yet.

She talks about how when Beacon fell, she lost Pyrrha and Penny. She talks about how even though she didn’t spend a whole lot of time with Penny and Pyrrha, they were still some of the kindest people she knew. She also talked about how that was able to save them and how Pyrrha, in trying to help the world, died knowing she couldn’t win. Ruby talks about how she’s scared, not just for herself but for the whole world because of the ruthlessness she exhibits. She goes onto talk about how she’s in pain from their deaths, how she didn’t get to have more time with them...and how it would have been her instead, where Pyrrha and Penny would have kept fighting no matter the danger. Ruby says that’s why she keeps fight and why she keeps moving forward. Socar walks up to Ruby and smiles thankfully at her while Ruby returns it, wipes away her tears and walks away, giving him words of encouragement.

... I’m probably gonna make a post about this scene in particular and how much it shows Ruby’s strength but for now, let’s say that is very rare for this sentiment to be shown in such a real context.

We stay with Oscar a bit as he talks to Ozpin, who calls Ruby remarkable. Oscar responds by saying that she must have been one of the best huntresses at Beacon. WHile Ozpin admits that Ruby has her own fair share of quirks and flaws like everyone, he talks about how Ruby is able to inspire and keep people moving in spite of the odds. Oscar concludes that things must be hard on her and Ozpin reassures that notion rather grimly.

And to the final scene, we see the Fox Fanaus brothers finishing a message and trying to discuss their thoughts (well, one is, the taller, bigger one just wants to do his duty) while standing in front of what can only be called a WHITE FANG SHRINE. Jesus, Sun calling the White Fang a “cult” is really looking appropriate right now. Especially as when Illa comes in, she bows to them until she is ordered up and the smaller twin refers to the Mistral branch as a “brotherhood.” Listen everyone, I don’t scare easily. I’m a horror movie fan and I once laughed my ass off at the entire line of Hellraiser movies. So know that when I say this, I mean it: I’m freaking scared here.

Although I really love Illa here. She clearly doesn’t like Sienna being killed by Adam as she is shown to vsbly look away upon hearing this and when asking about her, she’s smiling. Sadly, Sienna is said to be buried with honor. (Hey, I at least understood where Sienna was coming from so she does deserve some honor.) And when the taller brother tells her about the story being told to the other branches, she’s seen looking down when calling it a necessary sacrifice. Illa’s being pushed far here and you can tell from her demeanor.

The Fox brothers go on to say that they have another mission which Illa says she’ll do. They talk about how the White Fang is going through a transitional period (read: conversion to true terrorism) and Illa says that for the betterment of the Fanaus, they can do it. They go on to explain how they have control or information in Meangrie and how news of Adam’s takeover hasn’t reached them yet. However, when it does, the people will resist it due to Ghira speaking against them. And because of that, they need to be “silenced” since as, like Sienna, they prevent “true progress.” And since Illa knows Blake, she is integral to the mission. And when she tries talking about the people, they make a vague threat about enforcing control and how they’ll be without a leader until their victory is certain.

And throughout this Illa is looking scared as hell. She is clearly shocked that they would ask her to kill Blake and her family and how they would destabilize Menagrie just to assert power. It’s clear here that Illa is being pushed to the breaking point and its ems the brother’s know this as they rationalize their actions as a “necessary sacrifice.” It’s clear what they are doing here: Trying to rationalize everything they do to avoid people seeing just how deep in the murk they are. It’s what all radicals do.

And Illa exits the scene as they discuss the possibility of Ghira being a martyr before playing Stabby McAbuseyDick’s message. Basically: Man scorned, want girl alive but suffering. Usual Adam stuff. He is clearly insane here, something that even the BROTHERS notice. They rationalize it as being necessary for their now leader, showing that even THEY have more standards and have a more just reason than Adam. Then someone knocks at the door and we see a bat Fanaus by the name of Yuna informing them that he killed a messenger of Ghira’s while the episode ends with them assured that their plans are set.

All in all, it was another good episode. I really enjoyed the Oscar and Ruby part as we got to see the stress of the duty hit Oscar and see how much Ruby has grown. The last scene with the brothers scared treh crap out of me due to the parallels with cults and just how much I could see this happening in real life. And while I wasn’t a big fan of the first part (mostly because I’m not a Blake fan and that it should have been more detailed): it was still a solid addition and was necessary to set up Blake’s next step in her plotline. Volume 5 seems to be trying to patch up the problems from the previous Volumes and it seems to be doing a pretty good job. Although time will tell if things continue like this.

Until then, see ya in Episode 9!

#rwby #rwby meta #rwby critical #crtq #ruby rose #Oscar pine #blake belladonna #sun wukong #white fang #rwby5 #rwby spoilers

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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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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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How you met: Shay x Death Doula! Reader

Info on the reader's profession: A Death Doula is a person who assists in the dying process, unlike a regular doula who offer assistance for women in labor, Death Doula's deal with well... death! But they don't deal exclusively with just children, they were like an early version of grief counselors mixed with hospice nurse and funeral director all rolled into one package, their service list would include: Giving emotional,social and Psychological support, creating death plans, helping with funeral and memorial planning, and guiding mourners to their rights and responsibilities.

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Shay was assigned by Haytham to investigate the rumor that a previous dead member was apparently alive and well. They were dismissed as just so... until, Thomas Hickey appeared before the grand master claiming to have seen the man, a one Robert Bancroft a former banker and tradesman wandering the New York market district, now that wouldn't be strange except Robert had dead for three months now! And what's more, apparently the late Mr. Bancroft has also gone on to calling himself Philip McCray not much info on that name though.

Haytham sent Shay to figure out this mystery, To start him off the grand master directed the former assassin to the home of an Undertaker: Father's name [l/n] seems there been a disturbance at his place of business that might just give them a lead to this mystery.

Shay was wary at approaching the large manor-like funeral home he heard whispers and accusations of the undertaker being a demon butcher who cut up bodies and ate their livers, others that he'd chop the limbs off and sew them to other bodies and used dark arts on them. Though Mr. Franklin who was an old friend of Mr. L/n assured Shay that those rumors were hogwash; what the experiments undertaker does with the deceased was simply a misunderstood science that will one day change the way everyone looks at life and death.

That didn't do much to calm the Irishman's nerves as the smell of Incense invaded his nose the closer he got closer the the mortuary, Shy paused for a moment to admire the birdcage shaped censers hanging by the door he thought them they were lanterns, but duty calls Shay walked inside where smell of lavender potpourri lingered in the air and the sound of arguing invaded his ears Shay followed where the voices were coming from and found himself in a large sitting room, where a y/ht y/hc woman in a black and purple dress around his age was arguing with older man.

"Well someone has to do something about this, The man's wife thinks we're hiding him!"

"I said no! No interrogations, no investigations, no bloody mystery solving! This will blow over soon."

"Yes and meantime Mr.Cray's wife is telling everyone under the sun, about how I'm some husband stealing harlot, While at the same time some ne'er-do-well going around pretending to the man!"

"The woman is grieving Y/n, you've been trained to recognize such delusions, she saw him die, their friend saw him die and...and..."

The man's voice trailed off finally noticing Shay watching them, he straightened himself up and cleared his throat, while the woman whip her head around to see what got his attention."Oh, a customer, Y/n go make some tea for... um" The Templar held his hand out. "Shay Cormac, and that won't be necessary... I'm here regarding a break-in three months ago?" the undertaker looked uncomfortable as he look at Y/n who this knowing smirk on her face.

“Yes we.. Well my daughter's office was broken into..." He led Shay to back of the manor to Y/n's office now that the Irishman could get a good look at her noting some resemblance between her and the undertaker they both had the same eye/hair color, they got to the office as Y/n spoke up as the assassin hunter looked around.

Soon Mr. L/n left and Y/n took over "Thieves weren't after any trinkets or valuables." She directed him to a large row of cabinets with a broken locks, "they were only after papers & records of the recently deceased, and was very careful at who he was selecting." She showed him an old file with details of that person's life. {Identification papers, birthplace place and cause of death etc.] and sketches of the deceased persons face she explained they used them for an "in case" scenario of multiple funerals in one day and if the families have the same or similar sounding names.

"Here's the man whose papers were stolen" she said handing the Templar the sketch he took out a small painting of Bancroft and compared the two "This is very well done." Shay commented taking in the sketch's detail right down to the scars and birthmarks. "Uh, thank you?" Y/n said incredulously not used to hearing her work be complimented especially from a man, Shay wasn't joking when he said it was good this McCray could be Bancroft's twin, Except...

Shay checked the death record McCray had black hair, Bancroft was blond, his first thought was a wig but the way Hickey had described the bloke his hair looked too natural to be a wig, nor did it look like soot and grease as Lee had suggested, was he using ink? his dark eyes glance over at a Y/n looking out the window shaking her head at something.

"Is there way darken one's hair color, without wigs or ink?" the assassin hunter asked not being familiar with cosmetics, Y/n cocked a brow as she thought. "Yes through henna and katam." Shay gave her a confused look Y/n sighed and took off her gloves and pulled up her sleeve to reveal a very impressive tattoo on her hand.

Shay took her hand her to get a better look, if it wasn't fading he'd almost mistaken another glove, the lotus design was delicate the way the ink ringed around her fingers like lace was almost fairy-like. "This is mehndi art made with henna it's a type of dye made from tree dyes from India, it can also be used to change hair color...if mix with the right components." She explained the as the Irish man flipped her hand over to stare at the moon design on her wrist.

"How long does this usually last for?" He asked giving her hand back. "Well depending on type and quality three weeks? applying oils is a good way to extend it." Y/n stated as she put her gloves back on. *who'd thought that wedding tribute for my friend in India would come in handy?* She thought not noticing Shay's attention suddenly shifted to the window, in a split second the large man suddenly yanked Y/n towards him using his body to shield her from her window exploding; glass shards flew everywhere as rocks were thrown through the window!

Followed by a woman screaming "PHILIP KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!?" then there was some struggling Shay pulled away from Y/n the two went the window to see what happened, the Irishman kept her behind him just in case. as they watched a hysterical woman throwing rocks at the funeral home, as a man and two women and adolescent boy struggled to control her.

"PHILIP COME OUT!" The man finally got a hold of her. "Stop this right now Sarah, Philip is dead!" the Sarah shook her head not believing him as the women pleaded with her to listen to her brother, she gasped seeing Y/n and Shay watching her "GIVE HIM BACK YOU WHORE!?!?" Sarah screeched ready to throw a another rock as her brother dragged her away.

the boy walked over over to the shattered window. "I...I'm sorry for my mother Miss Y/n, My aunt says they'll pay for the window..." The y/hc woman the boy off. "Don't worry about it I know it's not your mother's fault." She assured as they watched his aunts and uncle load his mother into a carriage. the boy then looked around making sure his mother couldn't hear.

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely not, I'm not hiding your father..."

"No, not that I know fathers gone, I meant...I heard things about you being able to speak to the dead, solving murders?"

"I don't speak to dead, I speak for the dead and I swear on your father's resting soul, I will find out whose behind this and bring peace to your mother."

The boy thanked her and went to join his family, Y/n winced hears Mrs. McCray scream at the top of her lungs "I WON'T LET YOU HAVE MY BOY!?" before being restrained by her sisters-in law as her brother shook his head clearly at loss and tired of his sister fits, as they rode away...

"Speak for the dead, eh?" Shay queried sounding amused and intrigued as Y/n averted her eyes embarrassed /face red from embarrassment as she thought he'd gone to find her father once Mrs. McCray was whisked away, "Well being a death doula, that is what I do in a way..." they were suddenly interrupted by her father entering the study, wooden planks under one arm hammer and nails in the other "Except most death doulas don't go on path of Derring-do just because they think someones a killer." Y/n looked offended at her father's words.

"Well I wasn't wrong before!" she huffed agitating her father more. "Stay out of it." he warned boarding her window up, he then turned to their visitor. "And you've got your evidence Cormac, Now I suggest you take you leave." Shay bid the last name's farewell, but before he reached the door he was stopped by Y/n grabbing his arm "Mr. Cormac, when you find this man." She made her father wasn't listening; he'd blow a gasket if he found out she was meddling.

"If possible I would like you to return him here," Shay's brows furrowed at this request, "Here, why?" he asked confused over why she would want the thief whose caused her so much disarray in her house. "I think it might help if Mrs. McCray saw "Philip" for herself." Irishman nodded seemly understanding what the y/nat woman was planning. "I'll see if can keep him in one piece." He noted Y/n hadn't let go of his arm. "Is there something else you wanted" The y/ht woman fidgeted for a moment.

"Erm...Yes, if it doesn't trouble you, perhaps I could help you again?" Shay blinked wondering if he heard right? meanwhile Y/n inner thoughts were going haywire. "You idiot, why would you ask him? no man wants the creepy undertaker’s daughter especially someone as handsome as-" Shay's broke through her pity party. "That wouldn't trouble me at all." Y/n up at Shay who looked equally startled by his words.

Cue an awkward starring contest before Y/n realized she was still holding his arm, letting him go the y/hc shyly averted her eyes to the floor/cheeks went pink, Shay was thankful for that she couldn't see the tips of his ears were red, he calmed himself before walking out of the funeral home. "I'll see you again." he promised before heading back to Haytham with his findings.

#assassin's creed rogue #Shay Cormac x Reader #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed scenario #assassin's creed fanfiction #templar order #haytham kenway #thomas hickey

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 7 years

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I hope it's fine to ask for MT/MF/HT!Sans reaction for the former sargent S/O? Maybe, though, for the Mafia AU, instead of being a former sargent, being a former gang leader? 😁💓 Thank you, in advance!

{ I have written so many asks about the former Sargent so I don’t know what you mean.I considered the last I had where the reader came back home with a coma or an amnesia. I think this answer is more dramatic than the others and maybe it won’t be so pleasant for the reader *evil laugh*.Disclaimer: these scenarios contain violence and a lot of angst if you are a sensitive soul, be careful. }

☠ Mafia! Sans ;

Mr. Blue could not get over what happened.He could not believe you were in that state and maybe it was his fault. You insisted to come with him in that mission and he had not stop you thinking you were capable and strong enough to handle a similar situation but you were still a newbie so you had not the proper experience to understand the gravity of this job. You were not still ready for it. You were also unconscious and full of yourself too, if you could not understand the danger of the thing you were going to deal with. He should have been more severe and resolute with you and he wouldn’t have felt so guilty.It happened during a mission that consisted in a normal bank robbery and the place was guarded by armed men but it was the great occasion to show your thief skills. It was like a training, he thought. Everything was going fine until you lost control of the situation because you did not know what to do, like you were paralyzed by fear. Yes, you underestimated the guards that were a lot more experienced than you were and you have been too much aggressive and reckless but maybe you were too scared to think clearly. One of those men head shot you but it did not cause your death since you fainted, falling to the ground like a dead weight. Luckily, his brother and the other fellas were there to assist you. They fought the cops leaving the place as fast as they could. Nothing went right. It has been the worst mission of his life and he was so ashamed because Mr. Blue was the boss and he was incapable to control the situation, losing the precious loot but, above all, you. His henchmen took your lifeless body and then they brought you to the hospital where the doctors took care of you. It seemed, you fell into a coma because you had a serious head trauma and it was like you were totally paralyzed and maybe you were designated to live in a state of disability for the rest of your life, in case you would have woken up from this coma. It was still a miracle that you were not completely dead.Actually, Mr. Blue hoped you were just dead because a life like this is hopeless and useless. It was not life but just a slow agony. Then, he was not the kind of man who cried over the spoiled milk since he was so good to control his emotions and he was too rational so he could think about things despite his rage. You left your family to join the criminal life and maybe it has been the most horrible decision of your life because you lost that life. It was the greatest price to pay ever.Mr. Blue did not cry, at all. He waited for your awakening all these weeks but nothing happened.At the end, he could not stay all his life like this since he had a gang that was waiting for him and he could not permit to lose someone else of his members. He decided to pull the plug for you, ending your life as if it was an accident so nobody of the doctors figured it out. Then, he disappeared in the oblivion. This was the consequence of his actions, he would accept the guilt and the last punishment for his sins when the moment would come, that it was not today.He promised to himself not to fall in love again since it brought only troubles and confusion, and he could not make such a mistake a second time.

☠ M. Fell! Sans ;

This was not exactly his desire and he could have never imagined something like this could happen. You were his everything and now that you were injured like that, he was unable to forgive himself because it was his entire fault and he was devastated. You were part of his gang for few months and you have never used a weapon, you were so inexpert but you decided to join this life because you were sick and tired of your family and you loved him enough to leave your past life to start a new one with him and his bunch of criminals. Mr. Red was not so sure if this life was made for you because you seemed too pacifistic and kind so maybe you had to choose something else that was good for you. He lived in the anxiety that something bad could happen to you anytime and maybe his worries were based on reality.During one mission that should have been easy, you wanted to show your capacities so you chose to be the leader of this job since you seemed so sure about it even if his brother was not so sure that you were that skilled and you needed to practice. Actually, Papyrus was so angry you joined his gang since he was the boss and you were just like a stick in the mood because of your inexperience but you convinced him that you were ready to learn and you were determinate enough to handle every difficult situations and you did not want to leave Mr. Red alone. Papyrus was still reluctant but it was your business and he said that he would have never bet on you and you were just a fool. You did not care about his opinion anyway.By the way, your enemies were so much more prepared and skilled than you since they were expert gangsters and they were so dangerous and fearsome. At the end, they had been able to catch you using you like a sort of hostage because they knew you were Mr. Red’s mate. Papyrus was not that shocked while Sans was so angry and sad because he should have been more rational and you should have stayed at home. The kidnappers asked for a reward for your life and your gang had to accept because Mr. Red seemed too distressed. At the end, those criminals have hit you with the barrel of the gun and you fainted instantly. They did not shot you but that beating was so hard that caused you some cerebral problems since you did not wake up so Sans and the others brought you to the hospital. You have been in a coma for one week but when you woke up you were not the same anymore because you lost your memories. From that day, you have never seen Sans again because he decided to contact your family and they would have taken care of you. Actually, Papyrus told to him that it was not your life and it was too dangerous. Since Sans loved you so much he decided to let you go because you deserved to be happy and you would have never been happy here. Maybe it was fate, someone in Heaven had decided to give you a second possibility since you did not die in that moment. It was nice while it lasted.

☠ Horror! Sans ;

Ax was not made for romance or any kind of affection; everybody knew it since he was a devious and terrible creature, it was evident and maybe you were blind or crazy to see something good in this monster. He has never said he loved you or that he cared about you, he always acted with coldness and aggressiveness telling you to leave him alone and you were too stupid and naive for his tastes. You did not know what you were doing, or maybe you did not want to see the truth.Sometimes, he even tried to hurt you so you would understand it was not a big deal. Staying with Ax was not a good deal, at all. Maybe you were just a masochist and you loved the taste of pain so he decided to hit you harder and harder. You kept persevering with your senseless behaviour and he thought it was funny. The blood that flowed from your injured body gave him ecstasy and vitality. You were too stubborn and it was strange you were not beating him back because it was horrible and it was legit you were angry and you wanted to have your revenge towards him. Ax was the one who had advised you about the consequences of your actions, telling you he was crazy and you would have died, sooner or later. You said to him that you believed there was a kind person in him and you did not care how much he hurt you, you would have never given up on him. Your words just made him angrier and sicker because you could not think to change a lost soul like him. You could not work miracles. You could not save what could not be saved. Yes, maybe you were too hopeful. You appeared like a dull and lifeless doll in his eyes, nothing more. He thought you were sick if you enjoyed this life. Then, he knew you were capable to look after yourself since you were a soldier so you could kick his ass if you wanted but you did not. No, you were a mystery. One day, your superior called you because they needed you in the battlefield so it was the good occasion to find some peace. What a paradox thinking that war could bring you some peace of mind but you were losing your mind because of that skeleton. War was nothing compared to the pain he gave you. Actually, Ax was glad you were gone away because you were just ruining yourself staying by his side, and even he could understand it. He was hopeless while you had all your life in front of you. You had no chance to change him, he was changing you but you were unable to realize it. He was a psychopath, like a mental patient. He needed a therapist and not a lover.He could not define the feeling he felt for you but it was not love because love was not so bloody and painful since he treated you like shit. Maybe he was pitying you and he got used to your presence and your absurd words of benevolence made him laugh. After some months, you came back from war but he had no intention to see you again. He was doing a favour to you because he was able to ruin your existence. Ax heard from somebody that you lost your memories because you have been seriously injured during the war. That was luck, he thought. At least, you did not remember all the pain he gave you and the sick sentiment you felt for him, anymore. Everything was passed and you could keep on living, loving someone else who truly deserved you.

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Ah, I’m sorry! 🥺 I was meaning the 5 love languages. There’s a quiz online, if that’d help. It has its own website, in fact. And, I suppose I’ll ask for the Horrortale bros plus a random Black. I’m super sorry for the lack of specifics first time around. 🤧 Hope I didn’t cause any trouble!

You’re fine! I’m just happy to be able to answer it. I hope that I did an okay job at it and that you enjoy. I won’t lie, this one took me a while because HT!Paps and Black are the most difficult for me to write, but I did my best! I’ll have some more Asks finished as soon as I can!

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HT!Sans(Axe)-

Axe’s love language will likely be words of affirmation. In the Underground, there isn’t enough time for people to set aside quality time for each other and there are very few quality things to be given. Even when he makes his way to the surface, Axe doesn’t see the point in many of these things. He likes hugs and affection decently well, but when he has moments of mental lapse he can quickly become violent if touched. Axe will respond to small gifts, but only really if they are food, like a snack bar or small bag of chips. The best way to love this skell is just through telling him how much you love him. Tell him how cute he is to you, how happy he makes you, how good he is at protecting and providing for you and his brother, just anything that you like about him. At first, he is just kind of weirded out as no one has ever really given him this type of praise, but overtime he’ll begin to melt whenever you say these kinds of things. He likes being acknowledged for his hard work and has a hard time seeing the good in himself. To have his small, pure, sweet little SO telling him he is someone worth loving is everything to him. Sometimes, if he’s had a rough day, he’ll just come to you asking for you to tell him he’s not a beast and that he’s a good person.

You were at home, sitting at the table, looking through a recipe book for recipes for the next week. The house was calm and the only noise that could be heard was Papy watching a cooking show on the TV in the living room. It took you a moment to realize what it was, but you began to feel a rumbling in the floor beneath your feet. Axe was in the building and he was pissed. A moment later you felt the door to your apartment slam against the door stopper you installed (Axe put the door handle through the wall) and then slammed back shut. The thudding footsteps made their way to the kitchen and when you looked up Axe was looming over you shaking as he huffed labored breaths. He looks down at you with his single eye light, seeming to hesitate for a moment.

“Hey sweetie, are yo-” You don’t get to finish as you are lifted sharply from your chair and carried out of the kitchen. It’s hard to see where he is going as your face is held in the fluff of his hood, but it felt like he was carrying you down the hallway to the bedroom. When he finally released you, he tossed you down onto your bed. You bounce for a second before you are pinned from the waste down by wrapping his arms around his hips. He hesitates for a moment before shakily exhaling into your stomach.

“t-tell me… tell me you love me. tell me i’m not a beast. please, i need to hear you say it.” He huffs into your shirt as his sharp finger bones dig into your shirt. You feel a slight dampness on your stomach. Resting your hand on his head, you begin to stroke his head avoiding the sharp edges of his skull. Petting his head, you whisper sweet words of your love and any good traits you can think of to your skeletal love. Eventually, his shoulders stop shaking and his breaths even out into the soft breaths of sleep. You let him rest like that until it’s time for dinner, gently rubbing his head as you think of how you can cheer Axe up when he wakes.

HT!Papyrus(Crooks)-

Crooks is going to react best to small acts of affection. He has almost the opposite mindset to his brother. Nice things are so hard to come by in the underground, and even above ground, having someone thinking of him and putting the thought into giving him a gift means so much to him. Find him a little piece of sea glass in the shape of a heart? He’ll keep it in his bed stand and will refer to it as “HiS LuCKy RocK”. Anything you get for him is going to be either “His LUcky” or “His FaVorIte” just because it came from his favorite human. He loves getting food gifts the most though. Candy bars, small sweets, cookies, chips, anything and everything edible will make him happy. You can surprise him with a chocolate bar when you walk in the door and he will spend the next half hour kissing your face and holding you close to him if you let him. If it’s food that you make just for him though, he might just melt through the floor with love sick happiness.

Crooks was going to be out all day, going to see a dentist about finally getting braces for his teeth. They wouldn’t be going on today, but the consultation was still going to take hours. Crooks had been nervous about it all week. He was more stable than he was even just months ago and was making great progress in his therapy, but he still had problem days. The lanky skeleton always worried about harming people or simply snapping at others and didn’t want to have an episode at the dentist's office. You or Sans would have gone with him, but you both had work in the morning and Crooks insisted that he “WaS No BAby BonEs” and would make due. When you did get off work though, a bit after noon, you were struck with an idea. You would make a special treat for Crooks to celebrate his progress and to reward him for going to the office on his own.

When Crooks finally walked through the door to your home after the long day of cramped offices and too many people he just wanted to scream into a pillow. He still liked being around people like he did before the hunger permeated the underground, but after a while the fight or flight instinct from living around so many unstable beings began to rear its ugly head. Crooks just needed some time with HIS human and things would be better. You weren’t on the couch or sitting at the table tapping away at your laptop.

“GUmDrop? WheRE ArE you?” Crooks’ cracking voice called through the house.

“In here sweetie! Come here!” You call back from the kitchen with a smile in your voice. Crooks sets down the pamphlets the dentist gave him on his braces and lumbers into the kitchen. A sweet scent hits him as he enters and he looks over to the wide section of counter next to the stove. Stacked high on a cake stand was a layered crepe cake. The cake was about 8 inches high with whipped cream peeking out from each layer and topped with a chocolate ganache and strawberries. Next to it was you, hands lightly covered in whipped cream and face decorated with a wide grin as you say, “Surprise sunshine! I made you a little treat to celebrate your road to recovery!” Crooks just stands there for a moment as a small line of drool slides down his jaw. He wipes it off as he makes his way across the kitchen to you and the cake. Looking between the two, he picks you up so your eyes are level with one another before kissing your forehead and snuggling you to his chest.

“YoU arE the SwEEtEST HuMAN EVER!” His voice vibrates through you. “And thE Best DATe matE A MonsTer COUld ASK foR.... BuT I HOPe You KNOw thAt I aM GoinG To EAt thIs whoLE ThinG MySelF.”

“That’s why I already ate a crepe before you got here.” You say with a knowing laugh.

“LIkE i SAId, ThE BEsT!” Crooks giggles as he puts you down to find a fork and devour your creation.

SF!Sans(Black)-

Black’s love language is likely going to be acts of service. Black has a more militaristic view on relationships, often treating Mutt more like a subordinate than a brother. He still cares for him, but he just shows it in odd ways. Because of this, Black likes acts of affection that show you are loyal to him or that show you care for him. Do things that he asks of you when he asks it, or proactively do things you know he likes done. Remember things that he likes and dislikes and show that you listen to him. If you show up to events that are important to him with flowers to congratulate him, you might just get to see his rare “heart melting with love” face. He often gets ignored for his shorter stature, so to have you listen to him, treat him like an equal, and go out of your way for him is going to make him happy and value you in return. Eventually, this will evolve into Black thinking of you, and privately calling you, his queen or princess (or king, prince, if you prefer) to his king. He’ll treat you that way too, like you are his precious equal in love and in life, spoiling you whenever he can. Your respectful and loving actions are all he needs to know that you truly care for him and that you are the one for him.

Black has been in his office for most of the day working away. He has homework to do for his police academy training and will not be getting anything less than an A+. The other trainees already haze him for his stature and appearance and he won’t be caught dead with his grades lower than those rude buffoons. Black would be lying if he said that his spine wasn’t aching from sitting there for so long though. A call from the front room catches his attention. You seem to be home from your day of errands. Now seemed like a good time for a break. Walking into the main room, Black calls back to you welcoming you home with a kiss to the cheek.

“Oh, hello my bony prince. It has been such a long day, but a productive one!” You say with an excited bounce as you lay some bags you were carrying on the ground. “Guess what I did today.” Black gives a inquisitive hum as he looks over your shoulder at you fumbling through the bags on the floor. “Well you know how you said that you weren’t able to find the ingredients for that recipe you found online? Well, I had to go to four different stores, but I finally found it. Along with that, since I was already going all over town anyways, I picked up your uniform from the dry cleaning so you don’t have to tomorrow morning. To top it off, I found an outfit that perfectly matches the suit that you have for that Napstabot party next week. I remembered you saying something once about how ‘all good power couples should match’, right?” You straighten up with Black’s dry cleaning bag in hand. When you look over to him he just has a look of surprise on his face before it melts into a warm smile. He walks to you, taking the bag and tossing it to the couch’s arm before cupping your face and kissing you softly. When you break the kiss he is still smiling and then picks you up below the bottom and lifts you into a short spin.

“WHAT WOULD THE TERRIBLE SANS DO WITHOUT HIS BEAUTIFUL QUEEN BY HIS SIDE?” He asks with a soft chuckle.

“Probably be just as amazing as you always are, but I do try to help your magnificence where I can.” You say with a sly smile as you rest your arms on his shoulders and your forehead on his.

“MEHEHE~, THAT MAY BE TRUE, BUT IT IS STILL PREFERRED YOU HERE, WITHIN KISSING RANGE.” Black laughs as he carries you to lay on the couch, homework forgotten for now.

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