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I am STILL not done cleaning. But I am!!!! Procrastinating!!! ✨✨✨✨

I think I might have this one printed as a keychain ✨❤️

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hi i hope your doing well and i like your stories their awesome, if it's ok can you do a horror sans x kind, chill and tomboyish reader oneshot fluff where the reader and horror are in an established relationship and the reader has a little sibling (who's 7-8 years old) that they look after and the little sibling thinks monsters and magic are cool and is kind, smart and adventurous. horror would take a liking to them while also being protective of them as well (like a big ol teddy bear lol) and the little sibling can be called lsb/n for little sibling name to avoid confusion. (The reader can have the soul of kindness while the little sibling is perseverance) and if you want it can take place in the bad sanses place (where the reader can be the gangs healer) up to you ^^

Horror- I only knew lsb/n for a day and if anything bad happened to them i would kill everyone in this room...

Lsb/n- :3

Y/n- i-...thank you love heh

With your hands tucked into your hoodie pockets, you lean against your car waiting. The bell for your sibling should ring any moment to let them out. Things haven't always been easy, raising a seven year old. But you have managed. Especially with the help of your boyfriend. Axe was...incredible with them. Always soft and patient to a fault. His eye-light was hazy every time he interacted with them too. Likely thinking about his own brother in those small years all that time ago. Even now he was here with you. While his posture looked relaxed, you knew he was anything but. Waiting for little sib to be in his sight again. It has been like this for two years. Since you took over primary care. Just thinking of the picture of the three of you on your siblings first day of kindergarden brought a smile to your face... well. You think its a smile. To everyone around you that wasn't your boyfriend, his brother, or little sib, it was a great resting bitch face.

That was something all to common for you too. Always had been. Looking at yourself now, in a loose hoodie, jeans, and a ballcap. Well. It was easy to tell what, hah, type you were. Rough and Tough tom boy. That was fine by you. Just kept people out of your way. Your fierce glare and slouched posture usually made sure you were given a wide berth regardless. Except that day you met Axe. The day everything changed. For you. For the World.

Monster were free. A race of sentient being trapped for who knows how long. Living every day without food. Without light. Every day was a struggle. And you, like so many others, immediately offered help. You in particular gained a lot of looks in those early emergency response days. Your relaxed face looking like a mean mug. But he didn't seem to care. When you took his measurements for clothes to make for him and his bro. When you gave them their care package. His eye never stopped following you. He didn't speak. but neither did you. You didn't need to. They suffered enough without being asked a million things about their once home and cage. On the last day of working with him, the day you delivered the clothes that they put in the request to be made, he grabbed your hand. His hevily accented voice murmuring a thank you. His brother nodding silently behind him. Caught off guard, you smei-smiled and nodded back. "Just doing my job." You insisted. Though neither of them said anything, you knew they didnt agree. When they left, a small card was tucked into the sleeve of your hoodie. A phone number.

The rest from there was history. The two brothers moved into your house with you. They each got a job. They contributed. And Axe...Sans... He loved you. Not loud. No. It was like the burning embers from a fire. Only taking a little coaxing to be the most all-consuming flames. A powerful feeling that could easily overwhelm you. It HAS overwhelmed you. Even going as far as to leave you both in tears the first time you both actually said 'I love you'. Now he was just an extension of you. A part of you that you could never live without again.

Then your sib came. Everything happened so fast. Until it was the middle of the night with a shaking newly turned five-year old in your arms after an accident. Axe was there too. Looking at the child. His phalanges twitching. Those first few weeks he wouldn't even touch then. It was easy to see he was terrified of hurting them. But your sib. Ha. They were as stubborn and steady as they came. They bounced back fairly well, all things considered. Following Axe and his brother, Sweets, around everywhere. Curious and happy. Asking anything and everything they could think of.

Then the day came when Axe had just stepped inside from work. Your sib all but flew across the room. Their arms up, demanding a hug. Cooing how much they missed him. And every bit of resolve in him broke. With shaking arms, he scooped them up and held them. A warm smile on sweets' face when he watched. Shiny sockets definitely thinking of his own childhood.

From that day, Axe took to parenting your sibling like it was his sacred calling. If they cried? He was there. They wanted to play? He was there. Nothing was the limit. Countless photos on your phone of dress up times, tea times, practicing with make ups out of curiosity, even the day that your sib wanted to help make a cake but didn't tell anyone. Using everything EXCEPT the ingredients for a cake. But he didn't care. not in the slightest. His eye-light lit up. Your tiny sib singing a warbling happy birthday to him. You definately didn't comment on the tear in both of his sockets. Neither did sweets. Axe ate it too. Despite your protests. But you couldn't help your smile, he had..likely had far worse in his past. And there was nothing in the world that would stop him from showing litte sib just how much he loved it.

Which brings you to today. Sneaking your phone out to record just as the kids come rushing out. Axe kneels and you record your Sib running across every bit of distance to throw themselves at him. Giggling and smiling. Asking about his day. Telling about theirs. Asking about yours.

And if your sibling calls him dad without realizing it, you don't mention it.

You simply hold his hand from behind. Your baggy clothes kind of blowing in the wind. Catching the teary smile he is hiding from your chattering sib.

Yeah. Everything from here is history.

(Hope this is what you were looking for! There was a lot of info in that ask XD so I used as much as I could. You should know music is a heavy motivator for me. Especially when it comes to writing. And I just found a lovely song that really had me going for this one. ANYWAY! Hope you like it!)

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There was this band I used to listen to growing up called Eiffel 65. They had a song called Back in time.

Queue me as an adult reading a Nightmare X reader thing where he is an idol and this song comes on my play list.

….i can never not hear him sing it now. :)

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Me: trying to clean my house before my vacation so I don’t have to do anything when I come back.

My phone: “pssssst….fanfiction✨”

My tablet: “you haven’t finished making this keychain version of Horror~”

Me: really staying strong

Horror: talking inside my head “remember how huge I am? Man. You should just cuddle into something and pretending it’s me”

Me: “WHY IS THIS MY LIFE”

Sneaky part of my brain: “remember how error has eight tongues? ❤️”

Me: “AAAAAAAAAAA” gets no work done now.

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He just felt cute ❤️

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Look at him ❤️ a sweetheart

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Me: imagining horror being forced to hold a sign like a bad cat

Also me: draws it anyway even knowing he likely wouldn’t even feel bad XD

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Do I have a dry-erase board on my fridge? Yes. Did I doodle horror and myself on it? Yes. Did I also make a cat. Yes yes.

Trash ✨✨✨✨✨

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Reader: accidentally gets hurt and breaks their leg.

Horror: (if it was an accident the reader did) hovers and tries everything he can to take care of you. From nesting to hugs to food. Anything at all to care for you

Horror: (if someone hurt you) he is there the moment it happens. His fist connecting with the jaw of the man who hurt you. The smile on his face wide and unhinged. His pupil minuscule in his eye. A voice like the growl of an eldritch beast coming from his mouth “you lost the right to B̸R̸E̸A̸T̸H̸E̸”

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Coworker: “you seem so aloof and cold. Don’t you enjoy anything? “

Me: tucking my undertale au lanyard in my pocket. “…nothing that you know”

Horror: talking in my head ‘haha. Make her terrified. Go full nerd’

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Lamia Horror: ‘you are mine. You belong to me. I might eat you. Or I might keep you. As mine. Forever’

Reader: heavy breathing ‘would’

Lamia Horror: …….?????? ‘Are you…broken….????’

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I have two ways of drawing Horror asking for love. I think I like both ways. :)

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❤️❤️I got this com :) look how cute little error is

Drawing for @ElfKorio (twitter) of their OC and Error💕 Thank you! 🙏💕

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Red just wants to hold your hand~

Do you trust him?

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Soulmate au got in my head like HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

What if horrors mark on you was food. But like. A comfort food. What if his comfort food is like. Something he used to eat. WHAT IF ITS A BOTTLE OF KETCHUP. AAAAAAAAA

Would red have something like. Something like a punk teen boy? Would it be like a little flaming ghost rider skull?????? Prolly. It prolly would.

Would swap want something about being strong enough for you? To life you high?

Would nightmare have a fear of even having a soulmate?

Would dream?

Would sans have something punny?

I NEED ANSWERSSSSSS

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Me: casually listening to ‘I won’t say I’m in love’ while working

Also me: imagines horror being all strong and sexy while protecting me. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Boss: wtf is wrong with you ?

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Ok. But. Like. Sun and moon are the Fnaf version of Dream and Nightmare. :)

Just sayin.