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[velvetwyrme]

TOP FAVE READER INSERT UNDERTALE (OR ANY OTHER AU’S) FICS???? /genq /nf

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Oh you don't have to worry about forcing me. I've been wanting to do this for a while and you just gave me the perfect excuse!!!

List under the cut because it's LONG and I love to chatter.

A little note before you continue: I won't pick any PURELY explicit fics (... with a couple exceptions) since if I did, I'd be here forever

BUT fair warning that some of these will be dark, and may deal with heavy topics. Some will also have some spicy/explicit content in them, but I'll do my best to mark them accordingly! (I won't mark ones with just suggestive themes/moments, since I cant guarantee I'll catch all of them. Similarly, unless there is graphic death or gore, I won't mark it as such.)

I have also included the STATUS of each fic as such: Finished, Ongoing/Unfinished, Discontinued. Please note that unless the author specified that the fic is Discontinued or on Indefinite Hiatus, I will mark it as Ongoing/Unfinished. Oneshots are also marked as such.

ALSO for some of these fics it's been years since I last read them, so if I miss any warnings for them, that's why! As always, check the tags before reading and take care :]!!

MULTICHAPTERS

When Words Get Broken - Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Featuring: Some of the best Papyrus characterisation that I’ve read. The most unkissable kissable skeleton. If you want to know what I mean by that, go read this fic. I love him so so so dearly.  

Life Like A Ghibli Movie - Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

One of the fics ever. Broke me apart and put me together again. Lives permanently in my brain.

Vacuous Happiness - Sans/Reader - Finished

Rewired my brain. I feel like I went on a roadtrip which changed me irreversibly as a person. The same author is also writing a Firewatch inspired fic featuring UF!Sans which I’m enjoying as well :]

Thunderstruck - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you haven’t read Thunderstruck what are you doing. Go read it. You’ve probably already read this fic but go read it again!!!! One of my favourite portrayals of UF!Papyrus ever. Almost certainly has some amount of influence on the way I'm writing Flipping Fate.

You, Me, and Dr. G - W.D. Gaster/Reader

I love this fic so so much. *drinks it up like water*

This is part of a series that also contains fics I love; Story That Might Happen When You Date Sans (F) and Black Thumb (F), which are respectively a Sans/Reader and Asgore/Reader. Both are really good as well. This one is just my favourite out of the 3 though. The same author also wrote Just One Word (F), which is a soulmate AU Mettaton/Reader which I also enjoyed.

Teach Me How - Sans/Reader - Finished

I read this fic waaay before I realised I was somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum and hoooo boy my obsession with it when I was younger really makes sense now. Incredibly sweet, they go from hate to love, and the reader is aro/ace. It’s a little messy, but isn’t everything?

In writing this I also realised this is by the same author who wrote You, Me and Dr. G!!! >:O

Pursuit of Happiness - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

SO good. Y'all at Rock Bottom babey!!

A Home for Mending Souls - Underfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

Extremely soft. Recovery/Healing fics beloved. I love the characterisation in this fic so much. Made me very emotional.

Backroads and Bad Jokes - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I love this fic so much. Sooo many scenes live rent free in my head. I won't spoil things ;] I think it takes place in the same universe as A Home for Mending Souls?

The Nebular Theory - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If it's not obvious already, I absolutely adore this fic. You want some REALLY good characterisation? A juicy plot that has me wishing I had the space for a red-string theory board? An attention to canon details that make me scream? Communication between characters!!!!!

READ THIS FIC.

Love? It's Complicated - Series - Finished (...?)

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

I'm cheating here by linking the entire series (which is 11 fics of various levels of interconnectedness) but it's so worth it. This series tore my heart out, stomped on it, stuck it back in and gave me a sweet little kiss at the end. Several times over!! I cried like 4 times in one night while binging it!! Also this series contains one of the few OC/Canon stories that I enjoy!!

I actually read Burning Mountain first and then everything else in order and proceeded to LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND reading the first and second fics because OH. That's why the end of BM was so... OHhhhHHhhhh.........

The current fics included in the series are all finished, but I'm not sure if the author intends to come back to it in the future.

In the meantime, their other fics A Little Bit(ty) of Trouble (F) and Cold Blood, Warm Heart (O/U) have also stolen my heart. Those ALSO deal with dark, complicated topics so tread carefully and enjoy!

Bearskinner in Three Worlds - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

The plot and writing has gripped me and won’t let go. The reader goes through so much and it’s so worth it. Loooove the polyamory negotiations. I don't want to spoil anything!!! Go read it!!

Penitent Island - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Really good plot and fun interactions! By the same author as Bearskinner. Did I mention I love this author's poly negotiations?

Transmigration of the Soul - Papyrus/Reader - Finished

One of the good ol’ classics. Japes! Drama! Romance! Really good plot! Apparently optional smut according to the tags! I don't recall that but it's a thing!

The impact of this fic can still be seen in the way I view Kindness souls and how they behave lol.

When Two Tsunderes Do on A Date, Does the Void Explode - Fellswap!Sans/Reader - Finished (?)

This series is so so funny. They’re both kinda idiots. And they're both SUPER TSUNDERE. I love all the characters here so much.

My Dearly Detested Deliveryman - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Every single one of Little_old_lady’s fics are fucking hilarious. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. This one you go through enemies to lovers with your deliveryman. Just go read it already.

Black Coffee - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

Soulmate AU!! Unbelievably silly. I love it so much. Papyrus is such a little shit here.

Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been? - Fellswap!Sans/Reader - Finished

Another banger by Little_old_lady. Both Papyrus and the reader are so dumb I love them. Also Sans is a tsundere.

There’s a snake in my bed! - Mafiafell!Sans/Reader - Finished

Sans is a wholeass dumbass in this one. He's got a snake (think Daemons from His Dark Materials/The Golden Compass) who loves to go into your room. You like the snake too :D

The Skeleton Games - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content]

He’s so pathetic in this I love it. It's far more complicated than that but hrkjsjhsgf pathetic little guy.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Super heckin cute!!! I wanna give the reader a little smooch too. They are so lonely but they are making friends!!!

Dirty Laundry - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

THE Swapfell fic. It had me in a vice grip when I read through it the first time. And the second. And the- you get it. Brilliant characterisation and really delicious talks about developing relationships and more.

Honestly all of this author’s works are fantastic, but in particular I love Roadside Attraction (O/U), Fur a Good Time, Call… (F) and also her AU vignettes… Flotsam & Jetsam, Not So Spooky-Scary and Make Your Mark.

A Smile From the East - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I read this way back when it was still updating and it has lived in my brain since. It has everything. UF!Papyrus in all his edgy glory. Flower shop AU. Angst. Romance. It's left me hanging for like 5 years waiting for the last chapter and I encourage you to let it do the same to you.

Re-Hate-tionship - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS!! They hate each other so so much and they WILL fuck about it. Somehow despite being very very mean to each other, they are both very sweet.

Twice a Month I Fall In Love - SwapfellPapyrus/Reader/Swap!Papyrus - Ongoing/Unfinished

I love love love this fic (I even read it again pretty recently…) SF!Papyrus and the reader swap bodies twice a month. Romance and shenanigans ensue. The reader is not the hinge in this poly! Weird things happen when you kind of want to kiss some dude you met in this other guy’s body (who you incidentally are also falling for).

Becoming Edge - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Not only is this fic just so so sweet, but it also sparked me to start experimenting more with my wardrobe which has made me much happier. Actually cured my depression because of that (Partly anyway!)

Paper Flowers - Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: INCREDIBLY SAD]

I need to read this again, but I still feel like I can wholeheartedly rec it. I still remember enough that thinking about the title makes me want to cry, so...

Just a Little Offbeat - Bitty SwapBros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Hi. Not-so-secret about me. I love bitty fics. This one in particular is really good.

Bitty Hunt - Reverse Harem/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

We all know the [Number] Skeletons and You" setup. We all know Bittybones AUS. But what if… YOU were the bitty? Who is incidentally a landlady? Lots of fun! Many shenanigans.

You all probably know this one but I still love it lol.

His Name Was Bob - Bitty Underfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

One of the OG bitty fics from my recollection. Really good!!!

Skeleton Kisses – Sans/Reader – Finished

SO heckin SWEET. You are in fact scared of him but it all works out :]

Tits and Dick – Underfell!Sans/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

I love them so dearly. They’re both so fucking stupid.

All the Right Moves - Dancetale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I almost got into colourguard because of this fic. I haven't read it in a long time so I can't guarantee anything about quality/content but... I really wanted to get into colourguard after reading this.

Honey, We Bee-Long - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

This is actually part of series but this is just the one I liked the most ;3c Pretty cute!!!!

New Home on the Range - Cowboy AU!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Yeehaw. I love cowboys too much not to include this. The reader is described a lil bit, but I will overlook that because I want to kiss these boys sooooo bad. Papyrus in this is such a sweetie. Also plot >:3c

Where the Daffodils Grow - Papyrus Ensemble/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Chances are, at least some percentage of you are here because you saw the comic I drew of this fic. I love it so. Reverse harem set in Underswap!!! Lets GOOO!! PAPYRUS ENSEMBLE LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!

Cash It In - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

Tumultuous soulmate AU!!!! WAH. Super super cute!!!!! UhhhhHH I FORGOT THERE'S SMUT FIRST CHAPTER BUT LISTEN OKAY I LOVE THIS FIC TOO MUCH TO NOT INCLUDE IT KAJDHJFH

Kintsugi - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I found this fic last year but APPARENTLY I left kudos on it?? Years ago???? SO I GOT TO REREAD IT FRESH. Dramatic, tense, and a really good read overall.

Panic Room – Swapfell/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

This one you really REALLY need to read the warnings, but if it interests you, hot damn is it a good story. SUPER dark but chewed through my brain like drywall. The worldbuilding is spectacular.

In the Language of Flowers – Various/Reader (???) – Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

One of the pioneers of the “Reader is a Sans” tropes. Slowburn to the nth degree. Extremely dramatic, it's fantastic. Marked as (???) for the relationship because IDK what the specific ending relationships are going to be. Also technically Sans/Sans since… the reader is a Sans? It gets complicated man.

Joined at the Hip - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Another Reader is a Sans fic. Enemies to lovers except you are also kinda sharing the same body?? SIGN ME UP. Again, gets complicated with romance stuff because of it.

The Wolf - Various/Reader(?) - Ongoing/Unfinished

As always, it gets confusing when they’re sharing a body. In this one I love that they get along and have all that figured out. Mostly. They have the problems of two people mashed into one body. Plus! I love the naming structure in this one. Also, I (as a reader) am simping hard for Orion. He’s off the table in the fic because he’s Gemini’s brother but PERSONALLY, I love him.

He was Real. – Horrorswap!Sans/Reader – Finished

In which you dream of a strange skeleton and- he’s REAL OH OKAY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HELP HIM HUH. Fun concept, very well executed.

A collection of Fables and Romances – Sans/Reader (Various) – Ongoing/Unfinished Series

As the title implies, it’s a collection of short fics! All of them are very good :]

Poor Little Meow Meow – Killer/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

Killer adopts cats. He’s got so many cats. And also you :>

Still Counting – Sans/Reader Series - Finished

I’m not cheating by including this entire series- it’s all one long story. And goodness gracious is it a GOOD story. It’s got [REDACTED]- well shit I guess you just gotta go read it.

thinking of you. – Underswap/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished      

You think that Swap!Sans is a figment of your imagination, but whoop turns out he’s not!! He’s REAL babey!! Go kiss a ghost(ly skeleton) and a less than ghostly skeleton! Very cute.

Who Done It? - SpicyMobKustard/Reader - Finished

(Mafiatale!Sans/Fell!Papyrus/Reader/Fell!Sans Polycule)

The dynamics between characters are really good and it's got a solid mystery plot underscoring the developing romance :D Please note that the reader is Not the hinge in this poly- they are part of the polycule (and the only two who aren't dating are UF!Sans and UF!Papyrus, since they are related here) so if that's not your thing, don't click! If it is! Enjoy!!

R&R (Rabble & Rampallions) - Bad Sanses (plus)/Reader - Finished

This finished recently (as of writing) and it’s been such a wild ride. I want to read it again and again and again. And I will once I've let it settle in my brain more. I CRIED at the end.

Gloom & Doom All Up in Your Room - Bad Sanses/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you are craving more Bad Sanses content after finishing R&R… hey look there’s another brilliant fic featuring them guys. The vibe is different but still so good. Dust is very much bleeding out in your living room when you first meet him, which I feel sets the scene in terms of what sort of violence and/or gore you’ll see here.

Little Assistant - Bad Sanses/Bitty!Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

MORE Bad Sanses content. But they’ve got a bitty (you!) this time. The Star Sanses kinda accidentally suck in this, but they (or at least ONE of them) is trying to get better.

do you live with abusive skeletons? pull a power move and fuck their dad! - W.D. Gaster/Reader - Finished

Incredibly funny (and self-explanatory) title. I enjoy trope reversal and subversion >:3c

Blackcurrant - Horror Swapfell/Reader - HIATUS

Black adopts you as a pet because he doesn’t realise you are sapient. Mutt on the other hand is fully aware and thus is hostile towards you. Lots of fun :] Also very lovely art! Currently on hiatus though.

Skeleton Sisters and the Architect - Fem!Skeleharem/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I’m so fucking gay. Girls. Holy shit. GIRLS. I am looking so respectfully. They’re all so cute and I love their names.

a full course meal - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

* Edited after note from the author! There are future installments planned 👀

A very cute series of oneshots centered around the reader and HT!Sans!!! HE’S SO BIG. WAIT THERE’S A THIRD PART I DIDN’T SEE THAT BEFORE.

Potato Soup (with a side of skeleton) - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

INCREDIBLY FUNNY PREMISE. Neither of them know how to open up but it’s somehow very endearing.

Chasing the End - Grillby/Reader - Finished

The plot had me yelling. Love some good old "before the barrier" content. We get to see baby Sans and Pap also!!!

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ONESHOTS

A Unique Definition - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

Really cute oneshot! You steal US Paps’ hoodie and it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Honeydew - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Sweet! You meet him on a train and share honeydew it’s all very cute.

No Strings Attached - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Rewired the way I conceptualise UF!Sans. (The other fics in this series are explicit!)

Human Anatomy Fanatic - Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

[Warning: Explicit content]

Papyrus is a little freak and loves every weird and strange part of your human anatomy. Some of the sections deals (briefly) with explicit stuff, but even then, it is more focused on Papyrus being SUPER FASCINATED by how human bodies work. Somehow!! Really cute!

Pat? - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

DOGY. DOGGY MEETCUTE. Super cute!! Very embarrassing!!!! PATS!!!!!!

Emotional Drought - Bitty Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

LONG oneshot. Very good. Prepare for complex relationships and also a delightfully open and ambiguous ending. I love this one to bits.

Soulmate of the Century - Nightmare!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The sillies. Really silly. Super cute.

Black Coffee Isn’t Too Bitter - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Black sends Chara and Mutt to tell a human he likes them. They do a spectactularly bad job at it, but someone better than when he goes in to tell them himself. It works out somehow.

Red and the Bitty - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The title says Bitty, but it’s Red who’s the giant. You get sacrificed to the big bad monster and he’s an ass about it. Somehow, still pretty cute.

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MISC. READER INSERTS

For the non-romantic/platonic fics that are still reader inserts.

Bitty Reader Adventures -Various & Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

THE bitty reader fic. Series of fics. Whatever. The OG!!! I used to reread these all the time and I still like em :]

Help, I've Fallen Into a Surveillance State and I Can't Get Up! - Reader is a Sans/OC, Platonic Relationships - Ongoing/Unfinished

Yes, there is one chapter so far. Yes, it is 17k words long.

I am so fucking obsessed with this fic. It’s got trope subversion, absolutely amazing worldbuilding, snappy writing, black comedy and light-hearted normalcy in the face of horrors, paired with just enough serious introspection to balance it out?? WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT. I want to eat this fic whole. Also there is lovely art ;>

Street Kitty - Platonic Reader Insert - Ongoing/Unfinished

YOU’RE A KITTY. You menace Sans. You are literally the best cat.

Pieces - Platonic Reader Insert - Ongoing/Unfinished

I need to reread this again, but this was another one that ingrained itself into my bones. You wake up as a flower (like Flowey) and you essentially turn into Frisk’s guide. Love this fic to bits.

Monsters Should Be Cute! - Bitty Sans & Reader - Finished

Pumpkin is a menace and I love him. The undefined-other-reader-dash-underling is also a great character.

Oops, I have a Naga - Naga Bitty Sans & Reader - Finished

Sweet fic !!!!! Real cute! You have a naga now! A naga with TRAUMA.

Tib and Rib – Sans & Papyrus & Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

This one has me crying and weeping. BLASTER BOYS. On account of the power dynamics here being messed up, this is more a platonic/QPP kinda deal. They hurt so much but they are recovering!!! It updated while I was writing this! Let me go cry!!

Honey, I’m in the mafia. – Platonic Reader Insert – Ongoing/Unfinished

Hi mossy. You thought I would include the fic you wrote inspired by my own fic?? THINK AGAIN. This fic is freakin hilarious. You have to babysit Mafiafell!Sans and Papyrus who are young teens. This can only go well.

(I actually read it the other day but realised I didn't leave kudos. djfgfgkjkajsdkjsd)

Up in the Attic – Platonic Reader Insert – Ongoing/Unfinished

You’re a kid who lives in the Swapfell’s attic. They become your guardians :D

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NON-READER INSERTS

You thought I was DONE? HAHAHA ha. I had to include these.

One by One – Finished

… (Knock, knock, knock)

If you need an indication as to how much I love this fic; I wrote out the last line on a blackboard and that remained on my wall for at least 5 years. It’s since been rubbed off, but I can still recite it to this day.

Cathartic AND beautiful. I've read this many times and also tried to copy-paste by hand into a word document before I realised Ao3 had a download feature.

Day to Day and One by One’s sequel, Truant similarly demolished me.

Brothers Beyond Bonedaries - Finished

Another fic which I haven’t read in years but really should. Both Sans and Papyrus are fallen humans who die and then...? Well go read it and find out ;]

How to raise your bitty - Finished (?)

Don’t have a brother? Storebought Adopted is fine! AKA. Razz (SF!Sans) gets a bitty named Slim (SF!Papyrus). I love it dearly. Again, it’s a series, so the series is technically unfinished, but each individual fic is complete.

The Planet Sanses - Ongoing/Unfinished

REALLY fun concept- what if Blue recruited the Bad Sanses to also help out when the other Star Sanses are busy. Thus the Bad Sanses become!! THE PLANET SANSES. The rest of the series is also fun- I liked the first fic, Blood Moon the most though :]!!

Remembrance - Finished

Some old-school Papyrus angst. This one is the first Undertale fic I bookmarked and thus holds an important place in my heart. Papyrus is so so so sad.

Appreciation for Honesty - Finished

AND WHAT’S THIS? MORE PAPYRUS ANGST? You can really see I was going through it back then. This one similarly broke my heart. You ever think about how many lies Papyrus is told? He does.

Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach - Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Content.]

*Deep breath* Okay so. This is pure whump. Papyrus gets hurt. He gets hurt and it gets better but oh my goodness gracious does he get hurt.

If you want to read about Papyrus getting broken (in more ways than one) then you should read this fic. If you don’t, then go read one of the other fics I’ve linked that have nicer themes. Something funny. Or cute.

The Pap Chat Logs – Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Content.]

Read these if you want to be SAD. These are mostly chatlogs from an old discord server (that I actually joined and never talked in) which all deal with a great amount of PAPYRUS ANGST. Please note that these talk about a lot very very heavy content. Read the tags and click away if you need to.

In particular, I’d recommend Deitale and "The Great Papyrus" is an Excellent Host- the latter has also been turned into a comic! (Which you should also read, if you haven’t already)

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And there we are! I ran out of links! Not as in I don't have more fics I want to add to this list, but rather tumblr only allows you to add 100 links. Augh. Suffering.

But I don't want to end it on such an angsty note!!! SO... the only logical course of action is to link...

SAUCY FICTION!! - Finished

[Warning: EXPLICIT!!!!! Talk about dicks and boobs!!!]

The only fully explicit fic I will link here. It is the funniest thing I’ve read in my life. Also, there’s a comic of it. I never need to read anything else in my entire life ever.

Wait, there’s a sequel-

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This list in theory is much longer, but I was forcibly cut short by tumblr's limit to 100 links per post. Theoretically I could do a reblog and add more, but I've already gone on long enough. Tumblr Is barely letting me save this post as is ^^"

Also, I'm terrible at remembering to bookmark fics I like, so there's probably a ton I missed!!! :( Not to mention a few have been deleted since I last went and looked :< snowflakeimagines' Meet Ugly series... I would have added you to my list if I could.

There were a bunch of "weirder" fics that didn't make the cut, but this is still a pretty comprehensive list of fics I like :]

If any of yall have recommendations... hand them over. I have gone through the entirety of the reader insert tags, but somehow I still miss things.

Thank you for reading ;3c!!

[savi-our]

Hi! I was hoping if you could do one where the skeles friend had cat like habits like being entertained by laser pointers staring at cucumbers as if they were their mortal enemy and sleeping in random places

Heya! ‘Tis an old ask but ill answer it nonetheless

You didnt specify which skeles so ill just throw 4 of them in a randomizer lmao.

UF Papyrus

• My HC is that hes absolutely a cat person - he owns a cat by the name of Doomfanger after all • He first noticed your feline habits when he was playing with Doomfanger actually, seeing your eyes light up in tandem with the cat at the laser pointer was a dead giveaway. • He finds it mildly amusing, if not curious. • Will absolutely test just what triggers your feline habits, does catnip work? What about toy mice? Fish? • He’ll spend a week or two just observing you, you wont even know hes noticed, he’ll just sneakily pull out all the stops when both you and Doomfanger are in the same room. • Hes used to his brother napping in random places but it doesnt mean hes any less annoyed when he finds you sunbathing on a windowsill. • The sunkissed look suits you but fuck off and go home if youre gonna take a nap, hes not looking for another pet 💀 • Overall just takes it as an odd human thing and doesnt care that much as long as you dont push plates off his counter, there will be hell to pay if he finds his pristine china set smashed by your doing.

UT Sans

• Finds out pretty quickly you have an odd cat thing going on •Pulls out all the stops on cat puns, you will not catch a break. •Buys a laser pointer just to fuck with you, you wont even see him in the room when he pulls it out, its just a magic red dot leading you around the room and you just have to know where its going! •Laughs his ass off •Encourages you to nap on the most inconvenient places, top of the wardrobe, kitchen counter, back porch - it drives Papyrus mad. •Gets scolded for putting your safety at risk by Papyrus, after which he just pulls you in for a nap whenever your feeling sleepy. •Youll catch him giving you occasional head pats, hes not even paying attention, your lil mock purr is like his asmr.

US Sans

• Finds out later in your friendship, gives you a confused look and asks you straight up whats up •When you tell him you have known to have some cat like tendencies he perks up and asks you about a 100 questions concerning your behaviour. •Overall very curious and kinda excited, why are you like this? Is it on purpose? Exactly what about cucumbers freaks you out? •Makes videos of you acting cat like, he always asks you for permission to keep them and if ur not ok with it will immediately delete them, he just thinks its cute so he wants to keep them but your trust is more important to him. •Always makes sure youre safe and tucked in whenever he finds you napping in random spots, hes used to it due to Stretch, so its no trouble. •Gifts you cat oriented things whenever a holiday or celebration comes up - a picture of you two in a picture frame with paw prints, fluffy cat socks with paw pads on the bottom, matching kitty hoodies. •Overall supportive and curious, but youre his friend first and foremost so he just takes it as a special thing that makes you who you are.

SF Sans

•Thinks youve lost a marble or two •Youre a human, nowhere in his human dictionary was this mentioned. •Are you okay? Do you need help? Have you been posessed by a catlike ghost and in need of church intervetion??? •Youre kinda freaking him out so he tells you to stop. •When you tell him you cant just “Stop” you start an argument, it takes a while to get it through his skull that he needs to stop being a dick and this is just the way you are. •After huffing and puffing and about 3 days of no communication he relents - albeit with a few rude comments. •Youre friends so youre used to it. •Depending on your personality you could absolutely keep freaking him out on purpose, his screeching is quite amusing. •If you wanna play it safe you can just keep being you and he’ll eventually adapt and conquer. •He might have been a rude bastard about your habits but if anyone else says a word, he will absolutely cuss them out. •Nobody but him is allowed to cuss you out, youre his friend, he’ll stand by you and your feline habits. •Gets used to them eventually, buys you a cat bed and cat ears for Christmas as a nasty little joke, you call him a dickhead, all is right in the world.

[dragonfics]

Faithful - Chapter 2

Chapter Title: Feels like true LOVE

Summary: Rus is less than familial towards his brother's new Soulmate, and he breaches a sensitive topic with Edge. Also, there are sexy times.

Ships: Spicyhoney, Swap Sansby

Tags: (Dystopian) Soulmate AU, Discrimination, Sex work, Fell/Tale-verse dynamics, Work Inappropriate, LV issues, Illegal relationship/Forbidden love

Chapter Warnings: Unhappy romantic relationship, discrimination against Fell-verse monsters, physical harassment on public transport (non-sexual), brief discussion of LV issues.

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“food’s good, bro,” Rus said through a mouthful of lasagne. Blue beamed at him.

“Thank you, Pap. Grillby helped me with it.” He glanced at the flame elemental at his side, glowing the same pale shade of pink he was. “Where did you say the recipe was from again, sweetheart?” Rus swallowed his food, trying very hard not to gag.

“MTT’s pasta menu,” Grillby said proudly. “Of course, I don’t work in the kitchens myself, but as his head barista, he allows me access to any part of the hotel I wish.” He straightened the lapels of his periwinkle suit jacket. Blue hummed and nodded, but his jaw was tight.

Rus forced a smile. “wow. that’s incredible, grillbz.” His phone buzzed in his pocket and he used the excuse to ignore Blue’s warning look.

“Rus, no phones at the dinner table,” Blue chastised softly.

Rus lifted a brow bone at his brother and glanced at the text. “it’s work,” he said. “and since when do you care about phones at the dinner table?”

Blue shifted in his seat. His bright eye-lights flickered to Grillby. “It’s impolite. And it’s Saturday. You’re not meant to work tonight.”

“i’m on call,” Rus said, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “they want me in at nine.”

Blue eyed the clock on the kitchen wall. “Well. That is a shame. I was hoping you’d be able to stay for dessert—Grillby and I were going to watch a movie.”

Rus gave his brother a wide smile, tilting his head. “don’t worry. i’m sure you and grillby will have fun!” Blue’s expression hardened.

“Where was it you worked again, Rus?” Grillby asked. “A LOVE crisis centre?”

Rus bit his tongue to hold back a snort. “uh. yeah. something like that.” Blue was giving him daggers. Rus glanced at his plate and took a quick bite of pasta.

“I’m honestly not sure how you do it,” Grillby said, sniffing primly. “I don’t enjoy working with those crea—those monsters. Fell monsters, I mean.” Rus stared at him, and he cleared his throat. “The ones with LV, in any case.” Blue looked uncomfortable. The pink glow around him waned. He eyed Rus, giving a small shake of his head.

Rus clenched his teeth, swallowing back a tirade of retorts. One still slipped through. “hm. wonder how they feel about working with you.”

Blue stood abruptly. “Rus, why don’t you help me with the dishes?”

Rus glanced at his brother—then at Grillby, who was frowning. “i’m still eating, bro.”

“No,” Blue said tightly, gathering everyone’s plates. “No, you’re done. Come help me clean up. Please?” He gave Grillby a quick smile. “Love, why don’t you go pick a movie for us? We won’t be a moment.” Grillby looked between them, hesitating. But after receiving a faint look of pleading from Blue, he nodded and left the room. The glow around Blue faded as the door closed. He gave Rus a crisp look before crossing the room and turning on the sink.

Rus stood up slowly. He cleared away the placemats and wiped down the table, then grabbed a dish towel and began to dry the plates as Blue washed them. Neither of them spoke a word. Rus could feel the tension rolling off Blue. Fates, he hated this. “look, blue—”

“I wish you’d just give him a chance, Pap.”

Rus sighed. “i don’t understand why. you don’t have to keep him around. i know you’re not into him.”

“He’s my Soulmate.” Blue’s shoulders were tense. He’d stopped scrubbing the plate in his hand, and was staring firmly at the soapy water.

“so? blue, the guy’s a nightmare.”

“He’s. My Soulmate,” Blue repeated through gritted teeth.

“that doesn’t mean anything!” Rus said, exasperated. “you clearly don’t like him, and you don’t have to like him. you don’t—”

“He’s my Soulmate, Rus!” Blue dropped the plate in the water with a clank. Rus swallowed and fell silent. Blue looked up at him, his eye-lights swimming. “I’ll be spending the rest of my life with him. I don’t have…” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re just going to have to get used to him. Because he’s not leaving.” His chin was quivering.

Rus dropped his gaze, shaking his head. “blue, i don’t…”

“Why don’t you come sit with us?” Blue said. He inhaled, wiping his hands down on his shirt. “We can worry about these dishes later, okay?” He eyed the sink regretfully. “I think we both just… need a little time. Don’t you agree?”

“... i have to go to work,” Rus said quietly.

A pinched look crossed Blue’s face. “Right. Of course. Client?” Rus nodded, swallowing. Blue schooled his features just a moment too late to hide his distaste. “Very well. Thank you for coming over. Be sure to say goodbye to Grillby on your way out.”

Rus’s soul twisted, but he nodded stiffly and left the kitchen. Grillby glanced up from the sofa as Rus crossed the living room. “Heading off already?” he asked.

“yeah. work.”

Grillby sat up, nodding politely. “Ah. Well, do take care of yourself, Rus. And be sure to stop by at the cafe. You know you’re always welcome.”

Rus swallowed, smiling through clenched teeth. “thanks.”

He teleported home, a pit in his chest. Kitty greeted with a loud mew, and he managed a smile. “hey, cat. how’d you get in?” He was sure he’d closed all the windows before leaving. He sighed when she scampered toward the kitchen. “you’re going to have to start paying rent soon,” he called, following her. After filling a bowl with leftovers for her, he took a shower. Kitty followed him into his bedroom once he was done, rubbing herself against his wet bones. “ugh.” He gave her a stern look when her black fur clung to his legs. “asshole.” She purred.

He gave his room a despairing look. Bed unmade, clothes strewn across the floor and dresser, empty coffee mugs and dirty plates… Fates, he did not have the energy for this. He doubted he’d be able to convince Blue to help him with house cleaning again. Wasn’t really in the mood to ask, anyway.

Kitty strolled in and settled herself on top of his steadily growing pile of laundry. He sighed and stroked her behind the ears. After tying his silk bandana around his arm, he dug through his dresser, in search of clean clothes. He found his only (passably) clean shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans, hoping they smelled alright. He added a little extra cologne for safety.

After getting tagged at the facility, he got onto the train. For a Saturday night, it was quiet. There was still a typical dim pink glow in the air, and a few monsters were comparing soul marks further down the carriage. He ignored them and put his earphones in, sitting down. Leaning his head against the window, he shut his sockets.

Blue’s words rang through his skull like an alarm. He’s my Soulmate. I’ll be spending the rest of my life with him. Grillby wasn’t a bad guy. Not really. Sure, he was a pain in the ass—and pretty prejudiced—but he wasn’t a complete dick. Most of the time. And yet…

He’s my Soulmate.

Rus flexed his jaw, trying to push back those thoughts. It wasn’t his business who his brother chose to love. Or not love. But it wasn’t like he’d actually chosen this. This was something that had been thrust upon him. By the Fates. Or whatever fucked up entity decided when two monsters’ marks glowed.

Distracting himself from his brother’s love life, Rus reached for his phone and studied the profile of tonight’s client. He blinked, surprised by the familiar name. Edge. 13 LV. In the evening’s rush, he hadn’t recognised the address. Well. He had a lot of clients. And it had been a good few weeks since he’d serviced Edge.

He swallowed. 13 LV. It still made his mind swim, honestly. A small part of him wondered if Edge had requested him specifically. It wouldn’t be the first time. He had a few regulars.

A tap on his arm made him flinch. He pulled out an earbud, glancing up irritably. “yeah?”

It was one of the monsters he’d seen comparing marks further down the carriage. She was holding her arm out, displaying an oval-shaped soul mark through thick, matted grey fur. She gave Rus an expectant look. “Well?”

Rus grit his teeth, forcing a polite smile. “no. sorry.”

The monster looked irked. “You have to show me,” she said shortly. “Otherwise we won’t know if we’re Soulmates.”

“big tragedy,” Rus said, lifting his earbud back up. “i’m sure we’ll both move on.” He picked up his phone again, but the monster grabbed his wrist, pushing up his sleeve. “hey! don’t—” Rus tried to pull away, but her grip was like steel. His chest lurched as she tugged away the piece of silk around his wrist. His soul hammered as she stared expectantly at the mark on his wrist. When neither of their marks glowed, she sighed and released his wrist, moving on towards the next passenger.

Rus felt sick. He stared at the carriage floor, struggling to breathe. Hastily, he picked the bandana off the floor and wrapped it back around his ulna. He shoved his sleeve down and pulled his arm to his chest. He could feel the eyes of the other passengers on him. Something was tightening around his chest.

The train slowed down and he glanced up. This was his stop. He jumped up and grabbed his phone, hurrying off the train. The platform was quiet. Not much point hopping off in the middle of nowhere. Not unless you were on your way to a 13 LV client. Rus walked swiftly, still clutching his wrist to his chest. Someone bumped into his shoulder and he flinched, rushing on without apologising.

By the time he reached the sealed gates of Edge’s house, he was shaking. He pressed the buzzer tentatively. “Hello?” Somehow, the familiarity of Edge’s voice was relieving.

“it’s rus.”

“I’ll be right out.”

Rus exhaled. The night was clear, and the moon hung full in the sky, casting light across Edge’s front garden. Neat flowerbeds and pruned hedges. Huh. Rus hadn’t noticed those last time. Edge hadn’t struck Rus as a gardening guy.

Edge emerged at the front door. Again, he’d opted for smart attire. Slacks and a cardigan. Rus briefly entertained the idea of seeing him in cargo pants and a t-shirt, sporting a pair of gardening shears… nope. That didn’t work. Maybe he hired someone to do the garden.

He opened the gate and led Rus inside. The tidiness of his living room reminded Rus (shamefully) of the state of his own apartment. He glanced up at Edge, smiling weakly. “h-how are you?” Damn it. He could still feel himself trembling.

Edge was onto him at once. “Are you okay?”

“of course!” Oh no, that wasn’t what okay people sounded like. Rus’s breathing was uneven. The mark on his wrist felt like it was burning.

He’s my Soulmate!

You have to show me. Otherwise we won’t know if we’re Soulmates.

He chewed his tongue, swallowing tears. “yeah. don’t worry about me, i’m fine.” Fates. Did Edge have to stare at him like that? He felt like his soul was being studied under a microscope.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Edge said, guiding Rus toward the sofa.

“s-sure,” Rus said tremulously, nodding. Edge placed a guiding hand on his shoulder as he sat, watching him.

“I’ll get you some water,” he said.

Rus shook his head. “no, no, don’t worry about it, i’m… okay.” Edge ignored him, disappearing around the corner then returning promptly with a glass in hand. Rus thanked him sheepishly and drank it. Edge sat beside him in silence. He didn’t question Rus, or his current emotional state, or his lateness… he just sat.

“Next time, call me when you get off the train. I’ll meet you at the station.”

Rus looked up, blinking. “no, don’t do that—you don’t have to…”

“Rus. Call me.”

Rus inhaled, squeezing his sockets closed. “i—i’m sorry,” he whispered. “this is very unprofessional of me. you don’t have to… the company will compensate you for your trouble. a-and you can… request someone else—” Rus’s breath stuttered when Edge placed a hand over his own. His eyes were steady, though the crimson was still eerie.

“I require no compensation. And I would like for you to remain my escort for the night.” He frowned then, hesitating. “But the last thing I want to do is force you into a situation you’re not comfortable with.”

“no!” Edge lifted a brow bone and Rus quickly gathered his composure. “i mean—no, i’m okay, really. thank you for… putting up with me.”

“I wouldn’t have requested you specifically if I wasn’t willing to put up with you.”

“glad i made a good impression,” Rus said, smirking.

“You did,” Edge said slowly. “I very much enjoyed your services.” Rus grinned. “But I am more than happy to reschedule. I don’t want you to think I expect anything of you if you’re not—”

“i’m more than up to it, edgelord,” Rus said. Edge lifted a brow bone as Rus finished the rest of his water and placed the glass on the coffee table. He took a deep breath, then leaned in and caught Edge’s mouth with his own. Edge inhaled sharply, but then slowly, relaxed into the kiss. When Rus pulled away, his cheekbones were burning red.

“That’s—” He exhaled. “Rus. Please don’t do anything because you feel you owe me a duty. This won’t impact my evaluation of your performance in the least. I don’t want you to—”

“edge.” Rus smiled. “thank you. i appreciate the concern. but i’m good. i really am.”

Edge nodded, breathing out. “Good. I’m glad.”

“and you? how have you been? magically, i mean.” Rus curled his fingers around Edge’s hand, refocusing his magic, soothing.

“Better. Better than last time, in any case. But I would still like to…” Edge cleared his throat and Rus grinned.

“finish that sentence.”

Edge gave him a dull look. Rolling his eyes, he leaned in, pressing his mouth against Rus’s jaw. “I’d still very much like your permission to fuck you.”

Rus felt his whole body quiver. He nodded steadily, swallowing. “you have it.”

“Thank you,” Edge whispered, and magic pulsed through Rus. Edge’s teeth scraped over his jaw and down his neck, and he sighed, tipping his head back to present his vertebrae. A warm hum rumbled through Edge and he wrapped an arm around Rus’s back, pulling him in. Rus let his eyes fall closed as Edge’s tongue slid across his neck. He cupped the back of Edge’s skull, exhaling.

While Edge made work of his neck, nipping and licking and tasting, Rus let his hands wander over Edge’s body. He felt firm, his bones thick and sturdy. Rus stroked the tip of Edge’s iliac crest, then crept lower, cupping his pelvis through his pants. Edge grunted against him. “Bedroom,” he breathed, heavily.

Rus smiled against his mouth. “not right here?”

“The couch is reserved for tea drinking and oral sex,” Edge said, lifting Rus easily into his arms.

Rus laughed in surprise and clung to him as he carried him across the room. “that sounds like a promise to me.”

Edge nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and lowered Rus onto the bed, leaning over him and kissing him deeply. “Perhaps. I brew an excellent chai.” He knelt between Rus’s legs and lifted him into his arms, kissing him harder. Rus clung to his back and let Edge dominate him, breathing raggedly against his mouth.

“looking forward to it,” he said, laughing breathlessly as Edge ground into him. He could only hold on while Edge rocked against him, pushing him into the mattress and kissing every bone in his neck, shoulders, and jaw. “so.” Rus swallowed while Edge undressed him, carefully undoing the buttons of his shirt then studying his chest and ribs with his fingers and mouth. “may i ask why you requested me again?”

Edge paused, his tongue washing over Rus’s clavicle. “You seem like an intuitive monster, Rus. You figure it out.” He nipped at his neck and reached for his jeans, unzipping them. “Form a cock for me, sweetheart,” he said, smoothing his fingers over Rus’s pubic symphysis.

Rus let his magic congeal at his pelvis, slowly taking shape. “o-oh…” His breath caught as Edge ran his tongue over his pubic symphysis and up his shaft. He ran a finger over the head, and Rus held a whine in his throat. He was seldom asked to use his cock, which made it particularly sensitive on the occasions he did. He watched with magic in his mouth as Edge dipped his head and ran his tongue over the tip. “o-oh—don’t!” Rus cried, slapping a hand over his mouth.

Edge stopped immediately and withdrew. “Don’t?”

Rus bit his tongue. “i... i’m going to come if you do that.”

“That doesn’t strike me as a problem.”

“but—?” Rus considered Edge, frowning. “don’t you want me to…?” He gestured vaguely at Edge’s pelvis. Edge lifted a brow bone. “f-fuck you?” Rus elaborated, blushing.

“Oh, I’d much rather ride you,” Edge said, dragging his fingers down Rus’s lower spine.

Rus inhaled shakily. “b-but…”

“Are you uncomfortable with that?” Edge asked, studying him.

“oh—fuck no.”

“Good.” Edge leaned down and kissed him. He swiped his tongue into Rus’s mouth, gentle. Rus heard the sound of Edge’s belt buckle unclipping, then felt the soft warmth of his magic against his cock. He gasped into Edge’s mouth as Edge began to grind down on him.

“How does that feel?” Edge murmured, mouth on Rus’s jaw. Rus’s soft moan of response drew a quiet noise of satisfaction from Edge. He caught Rus’s hand and guided it to his cunt. “I want you to touch me,” he breathed, a growl slipping into his voice. Rus felt a familiar crackle of LOVE. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to give away the desperation in Edge.

He stroked Edge’s clit slowly, pressing a finger just inside his entrance, making it wet. He dragged it across his clit, and Edge’s breaths became harsh. He ground down onto Rus’s fingers and gripped his wrist, holding him still. Their gazes met, and Rus felt magic flooding his mouth. Edge’s face was flushed and he was panting. “Come on, Rus,” he said, voice gravelly. “Harder than that.”

Rus pressed his finger deep inside Edge, and he groaned. He added a second finger and Edge sank down, forcing Rus to push deeper. “Fuck, I want you inside me,” Edge gasped, slowly riding Rus’s fingers.

Rus hummed, breathing heavily. “you’re the boss. make it happen.”

Edge met Rus’s eye with a fierceness that made his cock twitch. He sat up and Rus’s fingers slipped out of him. He leaned forward and Rus whimpered softly when the head of his cock pressed between Edge’s folds. Edge cupped his face, sinking slowly. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Rus’s breath hitched and he bit back a moan. “You feel so fucking good. Fates, you don’t even know how much I need you right now.”

“hah…” Rus swallowed, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. “oh fuck…” Tight warmth closed around his cock and he gasped, clutching onto Edge’s hips. “oh that feels really fucking nice, edgelord.”

Edge hummed, his voice husky, and began to ride Rus gently. Rus reached for his face and Edge caught his wrist, pinning it to the bed, pushing him down. He caught Rus around the neck and pressed down—enough to make Rus’s breath catch, but not hard enough to be painful. “Fuck I just need to feel you. Let me feel you.”

Rus breathed heavily, channelling magic into his projections. He was entirely at Edge’s mercy. At the mercy of a monster with thirteen LOVE. Yet he felt completely at ease.

As the push of his projections grew, he felt Edge relax on top of him, sinking lower and taking him deeper. Rus tipped his head back, whining, and Edge growled, riding him harder. “More, Rus. Fuck. I need more.” He bounced himself on Rus’s cock, their magic slapping together wetly.

“ah! fuck, edge, fuck.” Rus was breathless, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure. He could feel magic rushing through him—a mingle of arousal and soothing.

“Oh, that’s it. That’s it, Rus. Come inside me, sweetheart. There you go. You’re such a good boy.”

In a rush, Rus’s climax was washing over him. Edge held him down, riding him through it. He rubbed a finger over his clit, and Rus felt his walls convulsing around his softening cock. “Thank you,” Edge breathed, kissing Rus’s neck. “That felt good. So fucking good.”

Rus lay beneath him, his breaths coming in short gasps. Slowly, Edge climbed off him and lay down next to him. “Hey.” He stroked Rus’s arm, his touch careful. “How are you feeling? Was that too much?”

“fuck no,” Rus said. “i just—gah.” He wiped a bead of sweat from his skull. “you’re damn good at that.”

Edge hummed. “So it would seem.”

Rus glanced at him. “and you? was that up to your standards?”

Edge looked away with a soft huff of laughter. “You don’t even know.”

Rus bit his tongue, trying not to smile. “that’s. that’s good to hear.”

“I may need to go again. In a few minutes.”

Rus looked at him, grinning. “oh?”

“It takes a lot to satisfy me.”

“i do aim to satisfy.” Rus closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows, letting his body soften. Magic trickled through him. He wasn’t quite spent, but his reserves were waning.

Beside him, Edge let out a low sigh. “Fates, you’re good at that.”

Rus glanced at him, amused. “sex? i know. it’s my job.”

Edge shook his head. “Not that—well, yes that. But I meant the… magic. The aura. You know?” He sighed and leaned back. “Thank you, Tale-verse.”

Rus snorted. “tale-verse? we’re already giving each other pet names?”

Edge looked at him firmly. “No.”

Rus pressed his teeth together to hold back his laughter, glancing away. Their soft, steady breaths filled the room. Something itched at the back of Rus’s mind. Swallowing, he glanced at Edge, studying him.

His sockets were closed. Even in this, a moment of silent peace, he looked harsh. Thin scar striking through his right socket, sharp features, serrated teeth, thick bones, rough scars—

“Something on your mind?” Edge asked without opening his eyes.

“i…” Rus looked away. “do you mind if i ask you something… a little personal?” he said quietly.

Edge turned to regard him. “That depends on the nature of the question.”

“it’s about… your lv.”

Edge’s expression hardened, growing defensive. “What about it?”

“you just don’t—you’re very in control. it’s impressive.” Rus swallowed, regretful. “i’m sorry, sensitive subject. i shouldn’t have…” He fell silent.

Edge had gone stiff beside him, and guilt gnawed at Rus’s chest. The wind outside and the sound of a lone passing car were all that stirred the silence. “It’s getting late,” Edge said, his voice low. He climbed off the bed, tugging his pants back up. “I’ll walk you to the train station.”

“right.” Rus couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his chest. “edge, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean—”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Edge said shortly. Rus nodded, looking down.

The walk to the station was uncomfortable. Edge didn’t speak, and Rus couldn’t quite find the right words to break the tension of the silence. At the gates, Edge stopped. “Thank you for this evening,” he said politely.

Rus nodded, looking at his shoes. “yeah, it’s not a problem.”

“Take care of yourself,” Edge said, turning around.

“bye,” Rus said, too quiet for him to hear.

It was well after midnight when Rus arrived home, a tired ache in his bones. Too weary to shower, he climbed into bed, still dressed. He shifted Kitty aside, and she mewed in surprise, looking up at him sleepily. “budge over, this is my bed,” he murmured. She rubbed her head against him and purred. Sighing, he conceded to occupy a fifth of the corner of the bed. The rest belonged to her, apparently.

Even as sleep slowly wore him down, a prickle of shame scratched at Rus’s insides. Shame for bringing up Edge’s LV. Edge had been so good to him this evening. Patient and considerate. And Rus had been… tactless. Well. His time with Edge had been nice while it had lasted.

Or, so he thought. The next morning, he received a text from his handler. Edge had put in a request to be taken on as one of his regular clients.

[arceal-doodles]

GUYS THERE’S A PAPYRUS POLL AND IT’S UF VS US BUT I CAN’T CHOOSE 😭

[squibbles-gubwee]

A Moodboard for Me at literally EVERY Lady Fell Papyrus:

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Me: I’m going to be a good student and study for Econ!!

Paps: Not as long as I exist

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Underfell Skeleton Bros

Ruben (UF Sans)

- Age: 26

- Height: 5 ft

- Tail Length: Pass his knees

- Voice Headcanon: Pigsy from Monkie Kid

- Personality: goofball, stupid smart, sarcastic, can be harsh at times, protective, loyal, actually he’s not as confident as you think

- He likes country (unironically), rock, metal, pop and EDM

- Love language: Quality time

- Judge of the underground and sentry of the Royal Guard

- He is a part time mechanic and part time video game streamer

- Still feels guilty for getting Pyre involved in the politics of their universe because of his actions but doesn’t know how to rebuild his relationship with him (they care for each other in other ways)

- He likes to make his own music on the side. He plays the guitar most of the time but he has his own digital audio workstation

- Please someone stop him he has so much mustard and cheese whiz in his pockets oh god it’s going on all of his food he’s eating

- Pretends everything’s fine and chill but man is he stressed

- Loves big, baggy jackets and hoodies. They’re just so comfy

- He and Doomfanger are in a love/hate relationship

- He would love to go on a road trip. He wants to experience what the young people seem to fantasize about when wanting to explore and to see the stars clearly

- Definitely denies his feelings at first and shoves his feelings deep inside of him

- He owns one of those real slick motorcycles and loves taking joyrides

- He loves terrible puns and knock-knock jokes. His humor is also taking seemingly threatening statements and turning them wholesome

- Ruben loves chocolate and popcorn. He’s also definitely the kind to dip french fries into his milkshake

- Is genuinely surprised by any genuine compliments and true kindness towards him since he didn’t have many friends in the underground and was always targeted

- Only killed in self defense. Is tense around strangers and wants to know their true intentions

- He loves the film Speed and reading comics

Pyre (UF Papyrus)

- Age: 22

- Height: 6’9” ft

- Tail Length: Reaches the bottom of his feet

- Voice Headcanon: Fenris from Dragon Age

- Personality: stern, standoffish, emotionally guarded, headstrong, sarcastic, secretly soft, snarky and loud, clever, blunt, loyal, confident

- He likes rock, villain songs, and pop

- Love language: Acts of service, receiving gifts

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard. In charge of the Snowdin District. Has a mixed reputation among people: a kind heart to those in need or a dangerous person

- If he ever gets in his feelings, he will blast music loudly like a teenager going through something

- If he knows what he feels, he’s acting on it. There is no way he’s going to just hide his feelings that’s dumb (except if it’s about someone who he initially didn’t like)

- Pyre has always tried his best to change things for the better. While he had mixed success, Pyre continues to try despite there being times he didn’t have much hope in himself

- Not only does Pyre own a race car, but he also owns a motorcycle. He usually changes what vehicles he takes on joyrides.

- Dude loves to dress stylishly. He knows what’s cool and knows the best places to shop

- Has a fear of thunder. Usually headphones playing loud music and being bundled in a blanket helps him

- Got his scar from protecting Ruben. He knows Ruben feels guilty about it, but Pyre doesn’t regret doing so. Though Pyre is terrified of UF! Asgore and is partly the reason why he’s afraid of thunder

- Has killed in both self defense and as his job. Will always feel guilty for the killings

-  He secretly has a sweet tooth

- “I’m so hardcore!” Okay, he is, but he also likes soft things like cats, cute, pastel things, and elegant things

- Currently teaching himself how to speak several languages

- He works as a firefighter. He occasionally helps people at the embassy for input on how to improve relations with humans and monsters based on the way he ran the Snowdin district

- He loves reading, writing, designing clothes, dancing, and playing with Doomfanger

- He also keeps active by running, sword fighting, and boxing

- Found Doomfanger in the same year as the barrier broke. They absolutely love each other and if anything were to happen to her, Pyre would simply not be okay

- Wants to rebuild his relationship with Ruben but isn’t sure how to

- Actually a bit of a hopeless romantic and kinda likes doing big, romantic gestures. However he doesn’t think he’s capable of love

- He also loves the film Speed and animated films (especially ones with villain songs)

[creative-poptart]

I just had this really adorable idea: The S/O of Creampuff, Sweets, Axe and Red are going on holiday and give them a special cushion before they leave, and sewn on the inside of the cushion cover is a small pouch with an engagement ring in it and a note explaining that they're too nervous to do it in person but wanted to propose and so they're doing it this way.

Oh, you are tickling the best part of my brain right now with this fluffy ask. I love this so much, and I hope this works well!! UT Papyrus/Creampuff: As much as he hates you leaving for a holiday, he’s got to admit that you probably need it at this point! Creampuff knows the signs of you being tired, and he’s well aware of how you crash without a good rest. This break is the best thing for you, even if he really wants to go with you and if he doesn’t want you to go. He’ll give you sad puppy looks the whole way to the airport, even as he proclaims loudly that you’ll do fine without him, not the other way around. Once you hand over the cushion, though, the moment you’re out of sight, he is going to open it, no hesitation. It takes all of seven seconds to read the note on the interior, then Creampuff takes a mad dash through the entire airport just to see you and tell you an enthusiastic acceptance. He won’t let you leave without at least one or two smooches before you get on.

“YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO NOT LOVE ON YOU AFTER THIS!! YOU ARE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL, AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”

HT Papyrus/Sweets: Of course, he knows that you’re working just as hard as he is and, in some cases, more than him! Sweets doesn’t want you to burn yourself out by overworking to the point of stress, so it’s highly likely he’s forcing you suggested that you take this vacation. He’ll gently push you to do well and keep checking in on you as needed while you pack, reminding you that this is time to not think about anything stressful. However, as you hand over the cushion, the skeleton will hold it carefully and ponder what’s inside. Unlike his counterpart, he waits until you’ve told him you safely arrived to ask about it over text. You can bet your absolute bottom dollar, though, that once Sweets has the pouch open that he’s calling you in near hysterics. He wanted to propose, but you’re just too dang cute and sweet, even if this proposal isn’t in person.

“Oh My Stars, You Shouldn’t Have Gotten Such A Nice Ring, It Must Have Been So Expensive, But I Love It And You So Much I Can Hardly Breathe!!!!”

HT Sans/Axe: This particular skeleton might actually forget that you’re going on vacation a few times until he sees you packing. There is an initial panic on Axe’s end that he did something stupid and you’re upset, but a quick reminder soothes his worries. The moment you leave, though, with the package delivered in full, he’s waiting for you to get back. The ironic thing about the cushion is that he won’t realize it has an openable compartment until either his brother points it out to him or until you get back. Even then, he’s hesitant to open it until he has your full permission, so once you confirm that no, it’s not something you’re taking back and yes, he can open it, Axe will gently pry it open. The very second he sees the ring, he knows exactly what the intention is, and you’ll have an elated but teary skeleton on your hands who won’t quit saying yes.

“oh, i was supposed to open it? whoops, sorry lamb chop, let me just... oh... oh. you... you really want to... to marry me..? i... you... uh... yes...” 

UF Sans/Red: Normally, this boi would hate to have you sent off on your own without him or someone he trusts going along with, but you need a break. It’s not often that Red will swallow his pride and protectiveness for anyone’s sake, but you have a massive soft spot in his metaphorical heart. He’ll help you pack up your things, sort out any missing items, and then find a way to get you settled wherever your destination is. When you hand over the cushion, he’s concerned and confused, but he dutifully waits until you leave to open it. However, unlike all the skeletons on this list, Red almost panics. The entire time you’re gone is utter hell to him, and he’s a confused mess until you get back. Even though he doesn’t mean to come off as mean or angry, he will confront you about this. It’s not that he will say no, but he needs to hear it from you to know this is real.

“no, no, no, you have t’ say it... please, indulge me a lil’ sweetheart? i... i need t’ know that y’re serious ‘bout this cuz i don’t think i could handle y’ fakin’ this...”

Thanks for the ask, @nevergonnarollagain! (don’t know why it won’t tag...)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I really liked you’re response to the one where undertale characters reacting to hearing that that going to be dads. I was wondering if u continue with the sans and papyri of UF US &HT. Please and thank you

Also I love ur blog. Ur a blessing to all the underage simps.

With great pleasure :D Here goes some more fluff and happy proud new parents !

Underswap Sans - Sans is just coming home from work. On the table, you had put the ultrasound photo, next to some cookies, just to make sure to have his attention. He giggles when he saw the cookies and happily go to take one, when his eyesocquets met the piece of paper. He took it in his hands, look at it confusely, then searched for you. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s that ?” You just smiled at him mysteriously. He is even more confused. “Is that some coded message ? There something white on the black thing.” “Look at the description.” “It says Baby 1 and Baby 2″. You wait for several seconds, before his brain finally worked. “Wait what ? We’re having a baby ? No, wait, we’re having two babies ?”. Oh god, he is so exciting he won’t stop jumping mon everywhere in the house for hours. Someone stops him before he hurt himself.

Underswap Papyrus - You bring him a gift while he is watching TV. “Oh, thanks, that’s sweet of you.” He opens it and take a nursing bottle out of it with a confused glare. “Is that for my honey or something ? I’m not a babybones anymore, you know.” He’s not taking it seriously. Then he take out a bib from the bottom of the bag on which is written “Coming soon...”. He looked at it, he looked at you, he looked at it, then it looks like is having a very intense “Error 404″. It will take a while before he lift his head towards you and ask you “We’re gonna have a baby ?” before crying himself like a baby when you say “Yes”.

Underfell Sans - You’re coming with a camera and he’s watching you suspiciously. “What ya’re doing ?” “I want to take a selfie.” “Urgh, again ?” “Pleeease ?” “Fine, but quick.” You hug him from behind and lift the phone. You can see him frowned. “Hon’, that’s on video mode.” “That’s normal.” “... Ok ?” You hug him tighter. “Let’s go ! Say “We’re having a baby !”” “We’re having a... WHAT ?”. His face is priceless. He is at the same time annoyed, surprised, smiling and crying. You’re laughing at his misery. He will teleport behind you, drag you on the couch and hug you to death. He needs support right now. You will have to reassure him a little after that. That’s not something he thought would ever happen to him and he is SO scared.

Underfell Papyrus - “Who the hell put clothes on Doomfanger ?” you can hear him yell in the living-room. He’s grumbling while trying to get off the ridiculous pull over you bought for the cat. Once he’s done, there’s a moment of silence. And then suddenly “OMG IS IT REAL ?” before he starts shrieking your name hysterically. You’re coming back in the living-room and say an innocent “Yes, love ?” before he turned the pull over at you. On it is written “I’m a big cat brother”. “Explain” he ordered. “Are you pregnant ?”. You just answer “Yes, and ?”... And then he passes out. Wow. You didn’t expected that. He will need so time and cuddle to realise what just happened. He is happy, but also very stressed out and asking you a million question at once “Where are we gonna put the baby ? When is he coming ? What if he doesn’t like me ? What if he is allergic to Doomfanger ? How do you make milk ? Can I make milk too ?” You’ll have to call his brother to calm his panic attack. Fortunately, you have 9 months to prepare him.

Horrortale Sans -  You were not feeling well and he accompanied you to the doctor. After a blood test, the doctor came back in the room. “Good news, everything is normal and you are healthy. But... I’m afraid you have a bun in the oven.” Sans is watching you gasp and cry with a big confusion. He doesn’t understand what a bun have to do with you ? He’s about to ask when you just grab his head and yelled happily “We’re having a baby !”. Oh. Oh yeah, that makes much more sens than having an actual bun in the doctor oven. He is relieved for some reason. Then he realised : “... Wait, we’re having a baby for real ?”. You hug him and he hugs you back. Then he looked at you “But I didn’t even know that... You know, I could do this ?” He’s both very proud of himself and confused. He is happy though, but the science part of the thing is questionning him.

Horrortale Papyrus - You call him in the kitchen. There is a big cake on the counter. On it is written “Hey love, I’m having a baby”. He looks at it, then it looks at you, then he burst in tears in your arms like a baby. Yep. He is happy. He is already telling you how he will teach him how to fight and how to cook, and how to decorate the room and the clothes is want to buy. If you doesn’t stop him, he will already choose the baby’s name. He’s the kind of guy who will ask you every two days if the baby is coming yet. Good luck with that.

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

Introduction + request guidelines

Currently not active!

Hiya!! This is RAWBIN, or just Robin. :-) This is my Undertale side-blog, but you can follow me on my main if you want to!

I’m 17 years old, so for now, no actual, and certainly not detailed, NSFW on this blog! ^^ There may be suggestive stuff, and there will DEFINITELY be sexual jokes, but I’ll tag anything too risqué as “NSFW”.

ANYWAYS, yeah. I’m non binary and go by all pronouns!! You can use gendered terms as slang, but don’t actually call me a girl or boy, please. :-)

I might edit this in the future, by the way! :-D

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REQUEST GUIDELINES:

I take requests for headcanons, short fics/drabbles, art and stuff like that. Just specify which of these you’re asking for when you send in a request, please!!

Also, my character limit for how many characters I will write for is... non-existent! I’ll take all and any of the ones listed below. Just know that the more characters, the more time it will take! (You can, in other words, request all skellies or, if you’re feeling spicy, you could say “dealer’s choice” and I’ll pick for you)

My requests are always open, but know that it might take me a while to respond. I’m pretty prone to headaches that prevent me from using a screen and I always have at least 5 ongoing projects simultaneously, so uh, like I said, it might take a while.

ALSO, if I don’t want to do your request for one reason or another, I’ll ignore it.

AUs I write for:

- Undertale (not an AU lol)

- Underswap

- Underfell

- Fellswap

- Horrortale

- Flowertale (not Flowerfell)

- Outertale

- Dancetale

Nicknames for characters:

UT Sans: Vanilla

UT Papyrus: Cinnamon

US Sans: Blue

US Papyrus: Stretch

UF Sans: Red

UF Papyrus: Edge

FS Sans: Mal

FS Papyrus: Rus

HT Sans: Dusk

HT Papyrus: Aster

OT Sans: Cosmic

OT Papyrus: Nova

DT Sans: Remix

DT Papyrus: Tango

FT Sans: Meadow

FT Papyrus: Peony

NEW: Gaster (No romantic HCs - only lore-related ones.)

WHAT I’M OKAY WITH WRITING:

- Sans/Papyrus x Reader

- The following AUs: Undertale (obviously), Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, Horrortale - keep in mind that I like Underfell the least, for some reason.

- Vague sexual headcanons (”is this character a top, bottom or switch?”) so long as it’s vague. I’ll ignore anything that is just too much.

- Headcanons about pretty much any character in any of the AUs mentioned (but the x Reader stuff is exclusive to the skellies, sorry u fish-fuckers. In this house we’re skelly-fuckers)

- LGBTQ+ related stuff

- Gen stuff (non-romantic stuff)

- Angst & major/minor character death

- Violence in general

- Yandere-related stuff but only if the reader-insert is the yandere. Sorry, no yandere skeletons here.

WHAT I’M NOT OKAY WITH WRITING:

- Character x character ships (Undyne x Alphys being the exception!)

- Any “-cest” ships. Pls keep your Sancest, Papycest and Fontcest out of here that shit makes me uncomfortable as fuck

- Straight-up NSFW or smut

- Anything involving racism - I’m white and nowhere near equipped/educated enough to be saying suff about that

- OC x character 

- This one is kinda odd but, nothing where the the reader-insert is all flustered and shy. It makes me feel? idk? Not very good? So yeah, none of that please lol

- Needlessly gendered reader stuff? If you want, like, idk. Cuddle headcanons, you don’t need it to say “female reader” or “male reader”. Only times I see a need to gender the reader is if it’s a headcanon about a trans reader and how the characters would support them. (I won’t disregard your request just because you gender the reader, but I will ignore the gender part.) I want to keep the reader insert as ambiguous as possible so anybody can, you know, be inserted into the place of the reader lol

- Controversial stuff. Trying to stay away from those kinds of things right now because, if I handle something wrong, I will get backlash and I’m not in the mental state to be handling that atm.

That’s all! Have a lovely day~

[zirkkun-uthcs]

I kind of just read your whole blog and became your biggest fan... Ups... Btw can you write how would Ut, Uf and Us bros react of S/O dying as well? Please.. I need my heart broken...

Based off of this ask, and due to the fact that I think US!Sans and US!Pap’s would be similar to [insert event from Underverse 0.3 pt 2 that would be spoilers if you haven’t seen it], more or less, (and that including them would go over my character limit); I’ll just write this for the UT! and UF! bros.

This was also sent before the new episode... But it feels fitting to post today ^^/

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Undertale!Sans - He would likely take it the worst. Sans feels so brokenly responsible for much of everything revolving around the XEvent that he doesn't even know what to do about it anymore. Not to mention, at this point, he's fully convinced that the fate of everything being destroyed is an inevitable reality. Losing those he loves... Well, that's of no surprise to him. Does it cut? Oh, like hell. But there's nothing he can do anymore. Things are far beyond his power, so he can do nothing but watch as each and every individual piece of his life crumbles before him... including losing the person he loved most dearly.

Unlike many of the other characters, Sans won't take any action regarding his loss, but rather just wait for his own ticket to the afterlife. Surely he's not far behind if the XEvent's goal is to erase the entire multiverse and start from scratch. Might as well just let this all ride out.

Undertale!Papyrus - Panic. He doesn't know what to do. He's never been so conflicted with his emotions. Papyrus usually finds the positive in everything. He always searches for the positive in everything. He's desperately trying but... what positive is there right now? Calm down. Deep breaths. It'll work out. Something has to. The world always straightens itself out somehow.

Right?

Yes. Right.

His emotions and life have taken a massive hit, and it only seems to be going downhill, but there's always a bottom to a hill. Papyrus will surely mourn, but even still, he knows if he were to use those feelings of dread to hold him back, his partner would have never wanted that for him. It hurts, but when the hill finally flattens, he will continue forwards. Something will work out. It always does.

Underfell!Sans - A string of curses and constant anger fills his mind without relent. Fell isn't about to deal with any of this in any reasonable or logical manner. There will be revenge. Somehow. Somewhere. Someone. Fell isn't going to sit back and watch the whole world die on account of some other person's stupid wishes and desires, especially not when they want to take the one thing he actually valued in life. Sure, he's got nothing left -- but that also means he has nothing left to lose. If he dies trying to avenge them, so be it. It's a sacrifice he's willing to make. Besides, what else is he going to do? Sit around and mope? Stars, the last thing he wants to do is let his emotions fester and boil in silence. At least before everything falls apart, he's got to at least try to care about something. Give one last effort.

Underfell!Papyrus - Edge normally takes care of this. He keeps those he cares about at a safe distance so they won't be hurt. He keeps them just far enough away where he can keep close tabs on them, but just far enough so they won't be targeted for EXP. That's always how he's done things.

But he never anticipated this. He never assumed such a thing could happen.

It hurts as much as he assumed it would. A cut through the chest. A stab in the spine. So many ways to describe the pain... but only in physical comparisons. Edge doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what the next step is. Sure, externally, he expresses no difference. He seems as neutral and relentless as ever. But internally, his mind is constantly swirling with regret. WHAT WENT WRONG? WHERE DID I SCREW UP? He's overwhelmed with grief, overanalyzing every situation where he could have failed them, in hopes that such a thing can never happen in the future.

... if he has one, that is.

[dragonfics]

Mine to Protect

Check out Painty’s part here.

A Spicyhoney collab I did with @paintys-actual-art. They drew an amazing, three page comic based on the fic. I highly recommend taking a look at it. I’m awed by the days (weeks?) of hard work they put into it. Thank you so much, Painty! I’m just floored by the incredible art you created for this fic.

Summary: “You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe, Rus. My Rus. My sweet Rus.” It’s difficult. Being married to someone perpetually on the brink of death. Edge copes. In his own way.

Ship: Spicyhoney (UF Papyrus/US Papyrus)

Tags: Explicit sexual content, Collaring, Possessiveness, Dom + Bottom Edge, Sub + Top Rus, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: Anxiety over the safety of a loved one (brief), Possessive behaviour (the relationship is healthy, but the possessiveness is arguably not)

On AO3

OR

~Below the cut~

“Rus, where are you? Pick up your damn phone.”

Edge’s fingers shook as he hung up. He dropped back down onto the sofa and tossed his phone on the coffee table. He pinched his nasal bridge tremulously. Burying his face in the fabric of his hoodie—Rus’s hoodie—he inhaled in an attempt to steady his quick breaths. Inside, his soul felt heavy, his chest tight around it.

Three hours. Rus was three hours late and Edge felt sick. He hated Rus’s job. He hated seeing Rus leave in the mornings with his badge and gun. His soul ached every time Rus smiled at him and kissed him goodbye. He had Rus’s ‘goodbye smile’ committed to memory, just in case it really was the last memory he had of him.

Edge felt like he was back Underground. Sitting in wait for the news of another friend’s death. Only this wasn’t just another friend. This was Rus. This was his whole life. Sweet, delicate—stupid—Tale-verse Rus, who could shatter as easily as glass.

Images haunted Edge. Images of Rus bleeding out on the street, alone, his bones crumbling…

Edge’s breath hitched and he snatched his phone off the table, dialling Rus’s number again. And again, it went straight to voicemail. He ground his teeth against tears and clung to himself, holding in the sharp sobs that made his entire body tremble.

Edge’s emotions were so unbalanced, that when he heard keys in the front door, he wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or angry. He leapt up from the couch, and had Rus in his arms before he’d even had the chance to step inside the apartment. “edge—” Rus froze for a second, startled, then relaxed into his hold. “hello to you, too.” He drew back to study Edge. “you’re… wearing my hoodie.” His features hardened as realisation struck him. “edge—precious—are you alright?” he asked, looking at Edge firmly

Edge pulled away to survey Rus, holding him still by his shoulders. “Are you hurt?” he asked. Rus blinked, bewildered. Edge Checked him. 5/5 HP. He slumped with relief and pulled him in again. “Don’t do that to me,” he hissed. “Where were you? I thought you were—” Edge choked on his words, swallowing against the thickness in his throat. He clung to Rus, tight enough make his breath catch.

“s-sorry,” Rus said. “i just had to stay late. paperwork.”

“And you couldn’t have called?” Edge demanded.

“my battery died,” Rus said. “i’m sorry, i didn’t—”

“Why didn’t you charge it?” Edge asked, knowing he was being unreasonable. “Or borrow someone else’s phone?”

“edge…”

“I was just waiting for the station to call. I kept checking the news to see if there had been any shootings. And the monster death registry. I thought—”

“edge,” Rus said, firmer. He pulled back and gave Edge a hard look. “i’m fine. okay? i’m alright.”

Edge squeezed his sockets shut, fighting tears. “I hate your job,” he breathed. “I hate waiting to hear that you’ve been caught in bullet-fire, or stabbed by some crook, or—hell, just hit too hard in training. You have five HP, Rus. You’re...” He shook his head, breathing tremulously. “I can’t lose you.”

Rus was silent. He studied Edge, sympathy in his soft eyes. Cupping Edge’s face, he rested their foreheads together. “i’m okay, edge,” he whispered. “i’m right here. i’m fine.” Edge could feel his warm breaths against his face; smell his familiar magic; sense the steady presence of his soul.

He drew Rus in, slowly this time, cradling him against his chest. “Stay with me,” he murmured, moving his hands over Rus’s body, touching every bone he could find.

“i’m not going anywhere,” Rus replied softly. A lie, but Edge chose to believe it, for now.

His fingers found Rus’s neck and he inhaled, his magic stirring. “Rus…” He pressed the tip of his thumb between the vertebrae and felt Rus shudder. “Please, let me… I need…”

Leaning into the touch for a fleeting moment, then pulling away, Rus shared a lingering look with him. There was understanding in his eyes, the gold flashing momentarily brighter. “yes,” he said. “okay. but—dinner first. i’m starving.” Rus smiled gently, but Edge’s nod of agreement was stiff and forced. He didn’t want to delay. He needed Rus—now.

“have you eaten?” Rus asked as he swung his bag off his shoulder. Edge hurried to stay by his side as he passed into the kitchen, keeping his arm around Rus’s waist.

“No,” he said. “I was waiting for you. I made pasta.”

“perfect,” Rus said, leaning closer to kiss Edge’s cheekbone. The touch was fleeting, but it sent a pleasant chill through Edge, and he yearned for more.

They ate on the sofa, sitting in silence. Edge prodded at his food disinterestedly. He didn’t let go of Rus; leaning against him, keeping a hand on his knee, an arm around his waist. When Rus had finished eating, he tucked his head against Edge’s shoulder, and Edge paused for a second, relishing in the feeling.

Placing his half-empty plate on the coffee table, he dragged Rus closer and kissed the crown of his skull. Neither of them spoke, but Rus purred quietly as Edge nipped his neck and clavicle, burying his face against him and breathing him in. “You’re mine,” he rumbled, dragging his fingers down Rus’s spine.

Rus hummed, melting against him, his breaths quickening with every touch. “edge…”

“Mine,” Edge repeated, earnestly.

“edge... bedroom?” Rus drew back to study Edge, his gaze searching. Edge hesitated a moment, then squeezed Rus briefly, breathing in to keep himself in control. He nodded and they climbed off the sofa.

Edge followed Rus down the hall. He found Rus’s hand and laced their fingers together. Rus squeezed his hand, and Edge didn’t let go.

The bedroom was dim, the curtains drawn. It was comfortable, safe. Edge held Rus against his side as he searched through the drawers. He swallowed when his dig through Rus’s untidy sock drawer revealed nothing, moving quickly to the second drawer down. “It’s not here,” he whispered in panic when he came up empty again.

“left drawer,” Rus told him quietly, running his fingers down Edge’s back for reassurance. Edge inhaled shakily. He pulled open the left drawer and sagged with relief. Rus’s hold tightened on his hand, and he warmed.

He picked up the black leather collar, running his thumb over the silver tag that read ‘Papyrus’. His chest unknotted slightly at the familiar feeling of the leather in his hands. Slowly, he closed the drawer, shutting his sockets for a moment before turning to Rus.

An unspoken moment passed between them. There was intensity in Rus’s gaze. His eye-lights looked bright in the dark room; fierce, but compliant. Edge brushed his face, tasting the smooth bone beneath his fingers, then moved to his neck. Rus pressed into his hand, his purring growing louder as Edge secured the collar around his neck.

Relief flooded Edge as magic did; it settled in his mandible, deliciously hot. Rus kept his head bowed, but Edge could see gold glowing between his teeth. He cupped the back of his neck, slipping his fingers beneath the collar. He hummed in deep satisfaction, then drew Rus in and kissed him. “You’re mine,” he murmured gutturally through the taste of Rus’s magic. “Say you’re mine.”

Rus sighed into his mouth, then let his head fall against Edge’s chest as they drew apart. “i’m yours,” he breathed.

Edge’s soul soared, and he could feel its glow without looking. “You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe, Rus. My Rus. My sweet Rus.” He wrapped Rus in his arms and held him for an unknowable length of time. Rus was here; Rus was his; Rus was safe.

 Edge watched as Rus undressed. There was nothing erotic about his movements, yet Edge could feel his magic stirring, aroused. Rus unbuckled his pants gracelessly and let them fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them awkwardly as he unbuttoned his shirt, then kicked his clothes into a pile beneath the dresser.

Edge frowned, but it was with fondness that he observed the poor habit. Like all of Rus’s shortcomings, his untidiness was something that made him so Rus.

And now he stood bare but for the black leather around his neck. His back was to Edge, and Edge traced his delicate ribs with his eyes. Every inch of him was smooth, and fragile like porcelain. He had no scars. He was a clean slate—and stars, Edge wanted to mark him.

He hesitated as he buttoned his own pyjama shirt. Leaving it open, he approached Rus and cupped his waist before he could reach for his own pyjamas. Going still beneath Edge’s touch, Rus glanced over his shoulder, a question in his eyes. Edge pressed himself against Rus’s back and kissed the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of the collar. His own magic touched it, making the smell sharper.

“Let me have you,” he breathed, biting Rus’s shoulder softly. “Please.”

Rus smiled and turned in his arms to kiss him. “you wanna fuck?” he asked.

“No.” Edge angled Rus to face him then pressed into him, pinning him against the dresser and kissing him again, harder. He gripped the collar and pulled on it to make his meaning clear. “I need you.”

Heat stirred in Rus’s expression, and he nodded. He kissed Edge again, softer this time, deeper. Edge tasted him and revelled in it, Rus’s sweetness trickling over his tongue. Rus allowed Edge to lower him onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Edge’s back.

Edge settled between his knees and their pelvic bones brushed. He could feel warmth congealing at Rus’s pelvic inlet, and he purred deeply. Curling his hand around the collar, he pulled Rus up and crushed their mouths together. Rus panted into his mouth and Edge ground down, stimulating Rus’s magic and seeking more.

His grip remained firm on Rus’s collar as he kissed him. Rus’s heavy breaths became soft moans, and Edge’s soul flooded with aroused excitement at the first feeling of Rus’s cock. He moved his hand down Rus’s ribs and gave his cock a slow stroke, capturing his whimpers with his mouth.

Edge felt Rus’s hand creeping over his hip and beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants. “please,” he breathed. “let me…”

Edge held Rus’s collar firmly and dominated their kiss, pinning Rus to the mattress and sliding his pants off. Small, breathy noises escaped Rus’s mouth as Edge guided his fingers between his folds. He groaned as Rus pressed a finger inside him, bucking his hips against the touch to push him deeper. “Mine,” he panted, clinging to the collar and nipping Rus’s jaw. When Rus pushed a second finger inside, he growled and sunk his teeth into Rus’s clavicle. “oh…” Rus gasped, then whined, pumping his fingers hard. He hit a delicious spot within Edge, flushing his joints with magic.

“Enough,” Edge breathed, holding Rus’s wrist and pulling him out. He and Rus shared a look, and Edge hummed, deeply contented with the arousal in Rus’s expression. He pulled him upright and settled into his lap, nudging the tip of Rus’s cock with his folds. He swayed his hips gently—just to see the flicker of desperation in Rus’s eyes. “Ready, pet?” he purred, stroking Rus’s neck with the sharp tips of his fingers. He felt him shudder.

“please,” Rus said, confirming his consent.

Holding Rus steady by his collar, Edge lined himself up and sank down. He groaned and pressed his mouth into Rus’s neck as he was slowly filled. Rus’s breaths became sharp and warm, his fingers scraping Edge’s ribs as he held onto him. When Edge was fully seated, he growled with pleasure, drawing away so he could look at Rus’s face.

Their eyes met. Rus’s were wide, eye-lights burning hot and dilated. “My beautiful Rus,” Edge sighed, rubbing his thumb over Rus’s jaw. He began to move, letting his hips rise and fall slowly. He clutched Rus, holding him in place as he rode him. He didn’t let go of the collar, running his fingers over the coarse leather and the smooth bones beneath.

He gave the collar a strong tug and Rus groaned, his head falling against Edge’s shoulder. Edge pressed his mouth against Rus’s acoustic meatus, panting. “You’re mine. I’ve got you. You’re safe, pet. You’re safe with me.”

He began to speed up, bouncing himself heavily on Rus’s cock until he hit a spot inside himself that sent a rush of heat to his soul. “Yes, pet,” he gasped. “Oh yes. Stars, you feel good inside me.” He held Rus fiercely close. He was here, he was protected, he was safe in Edge’s arms.

Edge licked Rus’s neck, dragging his tongue up until he reached the collar. He smoothed his fingers over the leather, then bit down, tasting the sweet chalkiness of bone. Rus gave a soft cry and shuddered, clawing at Edge’s back to hold on.

“That’s it,” Edge moaned deeply. “Fuck. That’s it, love.” He hilted himself on Rus’s cock and held himself there. He was still, and Rus twitched beneath him with need.

“please,” Rus sobbed. “oh—edge. please, please.”

Edge leaned back so that he could look at Rus’s face. It glistened with tears, and his eye-lights were glazed. Edge circled his hips—barely—and Rus whimpered. “Say that you’re mine,” Edge murmured, stroking the bones beneath Rus’s collar. “Say it.” He lifted his hips marginally then sunk back down, and Rus choked weakly.

“i’m yours,” he gasped. “ah! edge, please.”

Edge started riding him again, harder this time. He groaned, grasping at Rus. “Now come for me,” he growled. “Come for me, Rus. I want to see you come.” Rus tried to bury his face against Edge’s shoulder, but Edge pulled him back, looking him straight in the eye. “Let me see you.”

Rus stared at Edge as his expression cracked, crumbling in bliss. His moans were desperate and unrestrained, hitting something deep in Edge’s soul. He groaned as Rus spilled into him. The pleasant flood of warmth inside him made him purr. Bucking his hips, he pressed Rus’s hand to his clit, prompting him to rub his fingers against it. Edge came groaning, his fingers laced around Rus’s collar. He kissed Rus through it, burying his moans in his mouth. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice a half-sob. “My sweet, precious Rus.”

“i love you,” Rus breathed into shoulder, purring deeply.

“Yes,” Edge sighed. The words were reflexive at this point, but they always carried reassurance. Edge needed it. “Yes, pet. I love you. I love you, Rus.”

As his high gradually receded, Edge lowered Rus onto his back, handling him gently. He lay there on top of him, and held him; even when he felt Rus softening inside him; even when Rus’s magic dispelled. Edge kept his cunt formed. He wanted to feel Rus’s cum inside him—wanted the memory of their closeness to linger. A reminder that Rus was here. Wrapped up in his arms. Safe.

 Rus lay asleep, bundled in Edge’s hold. Their bones were clean and dry, but the warm afterglow of their intimacy still lingered in Edge’s body. Rus’s head was cradled to his sternum. Edge kept his hand wrapped around the collar; securing Rus to him; marking him; protecting him. Rus was his, and he was safe.

When Rus had asked Edge how long he wanted to leave the collar on, Edge hadn’t had an answer for him. It differed every time. Sometimes it was only for a night; sometimes it was just a few hours; and sometimes, it was weeks. And although the collar helped, Edge was never truly free of worry. He never stopped thinking about how fragile Rus was—how easily he could lose him.

But tonight, he would forget. Tonight, he would push aside those thoughts, and he would hold Rus. Because in his arms, Rus was safe.

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 4

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader,  Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader, Papyrus (FSG) & Reader, Papyrus (Swapfell) & Reader

Characters:  Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Edge (UF Pap), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags:  Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair,  Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Teasing Edge Is Fun, Papy is Best Boi

*Split this chapter into two. Will be posting both today. Morning thoughts and Papy has a great idea! Tried avoiding using y/n as much as I could, but had to this chapter.

PREVIOUS || FIRST || NEXT

She would say morning came too quickly, but in all honesty, this was technically her second time waking up that morning.  Somehow, in spite of the tireless workout she had been put through the night before, she had woken up at the usual time right before her alarm--that was NOT set cause she turned that off with plans to sleep in today--would have gone off.  She’d spared a single, groggy glance at her phone’s clock.  The notifications lining the screen not even registering in her mind.  No, she’d get her well earned sleep in had been and without further adieu, she had put the phone back down, rolled over, and snuggled back in for another few hours of sleep.  

    That had been earlier.  Now, she blinked awake as light from the mid-morning sun sneaked through the slim openings of the curtains just behind her bed.  Blearily, her eyes followed the rays path across her form, her bed, and eventually over the floor where it seemed to highlight her shed clothes along with the open bathroom.  Right… she had forgotten to brush her teeth in her haste to sleep.  Rolling her tongue and opening and closing her mouth, she winced as she felt her cheek move against the now very cold wet spot on her pillow.  Well, at least that second round of sleep was apparently heavy and content.  

“Eugth…” Not that it made waking up in your drool anymore pleasant.  Trying to sit up resulted in even more groans as her muscles protested.  Yup, there were those core muscles that had been oddly silent yesterday acting up today.  Her arm she had tried to push up on had not been too much trouble, but her shoulder had twinged and she had gone back down.  She had managed to at least roll on her back and away from the drool pool though.  Positives.  Focus on the positives.  For a few moments, she just let herself completely relax into the mattress and pillows, just breathing--in and out, slow and even, again and again until all her tension dispersed. 

“They really did me in,” she mumbled as she began to roll her wrists, “But I’ve got too much to get done to be lyin’ around here all day feelin’ miserable.”  Too much considering her now very awake mind realized she had forgotten to wrap her hair, but thankfully she had splurged on satin sheets and pillowcases, so it shouldn’t be too bad.  Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, she didn’t get her wrap sweaty… “Still gonna wash it.”  By now, she had started stretching and working her shoulders with careful, slow rolls and reaches.  The more she moves, the more she’ll loosen up and actually be able to function.  She just couldn’t overdue it.

As she moved onto her legs, she couldn’t stifle a little moan of discomfort as she lifted one limb at time to carefully draw her knee in towards her stomach before extending again.  It took time, but eventually she was able to push herself up into a sitting position.  Muscles in her back, abdomen, and surprising what felt like her butt that she hadn’t been aware of protested, but a few more deep breathes calmed them.  Seeing her phone laying on the sheets near her, she guessed earlier that morning she hadn’t bothered to put the phone back where it went exactly, but current her was very thankful for her sleepy self’s carelessness.

Picking up the device, she decided to take a moment to rest before continuing her war against her body.  Besides, she could remember that she had messages to reply to.  Tapping the screen, she input her pattern and tapped on the messages app.  The first one she opened was Coffee’s.  “Oooh,” she cooed as she looked over the drawing once again with fresh eyes.  Last night, she remembered thinking the hairstyle was cute, but now she could see the little details he included, like his choice of including a custom undercut design.  Could her barber achieve that?  She’d have to ask, but for now.

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie:  Good morning! 

Flooffie:  Sorry about not replying last night

Flooffie:  This hairstyle is so cute

Flooffie:  And the undercut design is SICK!

Flooffie:  In a good way 

Flooffie:  I’d love to wear it, but I’ll have to check in with my barber about the undercut.

She waited a moment to see if he’d answer, but no little dots popped up so she guessed he was possibly still sleeping or he was busy.  Most likely the former.  Leaving that conversation, she sent a quick message to her barber asking how complicated a design he would be willing to do on an undercut.  She hadn’t expected an answer, but no sooner had she went to click the back button, his answer popped up.  His answer surmised that he had done more complicated pieces, but it all depends on the design.  “Makes sense…” she mumbled before forwarding the doodle to him.   It took him a moment longer to reply this time, but his answer had her beaming: “Sure, just get a better reference.  Bigger too.” 

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie:  I feel like I’m spamming you.  Sorry!

Flooffie: But I got with my barber and he said he could do it

Flooffie:  Just he needs a better ref

Flooffie:  Could you draw it bigger?  

Flooffie:  I’ll treat you!

        She included some pleading and heart emojis for good measure, even though she was sure he wouldn’t mind one bit.  Moving on, she opened up a certain someone’s convo, eager to see how he reacted to her last text.  A little laugh bubbled past her smile as she saw his reply, full of exclamation marks and a little pause between two of the replies.

(11:33 PM) Papaya:  ….

(11:40 PM) Papaya:  !!!!!!!

Papaya:  TOUCHE! ALTHOUGH I HAD TO GOOGLE WHAT YOU HAD MEANT

Papaya:  MY SKILLS AT PICKING UP THESE IDIOMS IS IMPROVING

Papaya:  WHO CAME UP WITH THESE THINGS?  WHY? WHY NOT JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN?!

(11:45 PM) Papaya:  YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE MUST MEAN YOU HAVE FINALLY GONE TO  BED

Papaya:  GOOD

(12:01 AM) Papaya:  SWEET DREAMS, (Y/N)

    Her amusement at how Papyrus could continue a conversation with no one there was overshadowed by the warmth the last text brought.  It was such a simple little thing.  It’s not like he had even called her a pet name, but it still had her flushing and turning her face away from the phone like that would somehow ease the heat.  Maybe it was because she could see the timestamp and knew he had taken the time to pick up the phone again after setting it down for a while just to send that message.  Was it narcissistic to think she was his last thought before he fell asleep?  “It’s too early to be this flustered!” she whined, the fingers of her free hand playing with ends of one of her braids, “All over a text that might not have any deeper meaning…”     

    After her little grumble, she did her best to ignore the sting the words brought.  One more deep breath, she turned back to her phone and the texts, allowing a small smile.  There was no sense in making herself miserable.  It was still a dear friend thinking of her after all.  

    (to Papaya)

Flooffie:  Morning Papi!  Hope you had sweet dreams as well

        Before she could start her next message, she saw those little dots pop up and chuckled.  Of Course he was up already.  

Papaya:   GOOD MORNING!

Papaya:   I DO NOT REMEMBER MY DREAMS, BUT I’M SURE THEY WERE GREAT!

Flooffie:  Just like you, eh?

Papaya:   OFCOURSE!

Papaya:   UM… HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS MORNING?

Papaya:   NOT TOO SORE I HOPE

    She snorted at that before replying.

Floofie:   Like I got hit by a 18 wheeler in the fast lane and somehow survived to regret it.

Papaya:   ….

Papaya:   APOLOGIES

Papaya:   BUT ARE YOU COMPARING YOUR PAIN TO GETTING HIT BY A SEMI?!

        She could just feel his panic and knew he would start fretting through the text.  She felt just a little guilty laughing at his reaction.  Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to calm him down and assure him she was simply exaggerating.  No, he didn’t need to take her to the hospital.  No, he had not broken her.  At Least as far as she knew he hadn’t.  

Throughout, she had slowly worked her way to the edge of the bed and now sat with her legs hanging off.  In between texts with Papyrus, he opened a few of the others.  One was Edge checking in with a reminder that she shouldn’t over exert herself.  She went to send a little thumbs up, but paused and instead juggled between two responses.  Which would mess with him more?  Biting her bottom lip, she finally settled on one and quickly sent it:  “Yes, Daddy~”.  Knowing Edge, he was up, but wouldn’t look at the message until he had a moment, so she closed the convo.  She could see the damage later.

More puns and jokes which she graced with appropriate responses: groans at the especially bad ones and chuckles at the ones that were actually clever.  She of course made her approval known with quick little texts and gifs; the bad ones received the same treatment.  None of it was mean and to tell the truth, it only fanned the flames for these gremlins as she had learned.  They seemed determined to dig up the worst puns they could manage.  By the time, she finished replying, she had made it to the bathroom and was finally taking care of her dental hygiene.  

Her phone now dinged instead of buzzing with each new text.  Most of which were from Papyrus she assumed.  Toothbrush in her mouth, she picked up her phone and opened the texting app again as she resumed brushing with her other hand.  She had been correct.  A line of texts from her friend popped up on the screen and they ranged from bringing up his question about idioms from last night to checking in that she was actually taking the time to rest.  She thanked the stars that her phone wasn’t on the larger side as it allowed her to hold and type with one hand.  

Flooffie:  Decided to make today wash day since people are INSISTING I rest.  Was due for one anyway.

Papaya:   WASH DAY?  YOU HAVE A DAY DEDICATED TO WASHING?

Papaya:   I THOUGHT HUMANS PRUNE IF THEY ARE IN WATER TOO LONG?

She let him get out all his ponderings and ramblings, which took a good minute, before she finally jumped in.  Although she’d love to convince him it was a secret, sacred holiday and ritual that humans have to partake in a few days a year for… reasons, she fought down her inner prankster and cursed Cash for his influence on her.  

Flooffie:  It’s nothing elaborate… kinda?

Flooffie:  It’s just that people like me tend to have a lot of hair and it takes time to properly care for it.

Flooffie:  So, we make a day of it.  Chill and relax, pamper ourselves, etc

She was a bit surprised he hadn’t replied immediately and had actually finished with her dental routine by the time he finally texted back.  

Papaya:  SO IT IS A DAY DEDICATED TO YOUR HAIR?!

Oh, she hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm from him for her hair in a good bit.  As his texts came through, she felt touched he wanted to learn more and she was happy to inform him, best she could over text anyway.  There was another long pause in between his text.  Just long enough for her to reach for her shower handle as she decided to finally take a shower and get started on her day.  Her phone dinged and Papyrus changed all her plans.

Papaya:  WHY DON’T YOU HAVE YOUR WASH DAY AT OUR HOUSE?!!

[kezibun]

Hey Guys! 

Me and some of my friends on discord have been developing a lil Au of mine, and I thought it was about time I took it to tumblr properly, you had a glimps with this post XDD.

So far it's been called Animal spirit Au but I'm thinking of changing that… well as soon as I can think of a better name XDDD.

Let me explain the Au.

Here is the legend of the land.

Since the dawn of time deities have watched over the lands, those caring for the woodlands, the forests, the prairies, the deserts, the shores and oceans alike, each their own allotted place. But it is a hard burden to bare, looking after such areas. These deities have been known to choose worthy ones to aid their protection over the lands, it has become custom among them to pick two or three helpers depending on the land, but one must always attain balance between whomever is chosen. Those chosen are the wisest, bravest and most compassionate from the Animal kingdom, they are blessed with abilities and powers, those of which include a much longer lifespan, in fact they are untouched by time and age, those of a lower standing in the order of hunting have been gifted amulets of protection. All chosen have also been granted the ability of transforming from their animal form to one that is similar to a monster or human depending on what is found in their soul. They are then given the purpose to protect their home and create balance between Animals, Humans and Monsters. These workers are key to keeping all things in harmony and at peace. This though, is merely a legend… or that its what is thought to be so. 

This Au takes place in a time long ago in a universe where war has not struck between monsters and humans for the ones connecting them both and keeping peace are these mythical chosen ones. Though in recent years some humans and monsters have not respected the animal kingdom as they should have, for the legends are fading. 

The characters in this au are Sans and Papyrus from my favourite Au's, UT, UF, US, SF, HT. They have been chosen as these mythical animal spirits in the areas they dwell. They are all mid-top of the food chain. 

I'm busy designing the Boiz at the moment and I'll describe their roles, animals habitats, etc. as I release their designs. 

In order to keep balance In this au we  are mid-bottom of the food chain, we are basically something hunted by our favourite boys. Me and some of my friends have already chosen our Animals. For example I am a bunny. (This au is very self indulgent and self shipping for me XDDD)

If you wanna have a character in this Au and wanna be a mythical spirit animal then the only rule is that you live in the same area as your favourite boy (either naturally or by awesome backstory) and be lower than him in the food chain, for balance.

So there that's the Au, I'm working on Red's designs and Kezi's (mine) today and hopefully I'll have them done to show you soon, with a few more explanations to go with em.

Thanks for reading.

👉👈

[soda-fawn]

Well I got bored and my brain refuses to work on anything that I should be working on so.. uhm have a meet-cute with UF Sans.. sorta

Sans grumbled as he moved through the streets. It felt as if hell froze over today, and the snow just wouldn’t let up. His car wouldn’t start, Papyrus left early and banned him from using his bike during the winter months. Sans didn’t blame him, but he still hated that he couldn’t use it. 

He would have preferred that today. To put on a helmet that would keep his gold tooth from freezing. Sans got used to this feeling when he lived in Snowdin, but it got worse on the surface. There was never this bad of blizzards in the underground, there was never this bad of cold in the underground. Hell, they were surrounded by the mountain walls on all four sides, so it was never that bad. 

So it was understandable that Sans found winters a little unpleasant on the surface. Sans wore a few layers today, an old scarf Papyrus “offered”, aka he forced him to take it for these last few weeks, his bright red turtle neck, an old worn hoodie that still smelled of his room in Snowdin, his signature jacket, some sweats that he found and just threw on, and finally his sneakers that he refused to get rid of despite Papyrus’ demands. 

He was a little surprised he wasn’t overheating, then again that was a little hard for a skeleton to do. 

The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way to a nearby bus stop. It was a familiar sound, the busy cars and people weren’t. Sure he’d been here for a few years, but he never got used to the number of people. 

He also didn’t want any sort of interaction today, he was tired and irritated. So you can imagine how thrilled he was to see someone else at the bus stop. 

He huffed and shuffled inside the little shelter. It was cold but better than being out in the snow. He took a glance at the other person at the bus stop.

….

His jaw became slacked. 

It was a small, well not really but most looked small to him, human huddled up in the corner trying desperately to stay warm. Their face red from the cold while they tried so hard to huddle in what looked like a thin sweater. They just seemed to have said sweater, jeans, and boots that were soaked at the bottom. 

They looked up at him, their eyes glazed over with regret. They scooted even closer in on themselves as if to give him room to sit down. It was adorable. 

Sans couldn’t lie, he did find humans attractive, only a few though. 

So seeing one that he did find attractive, fucking adorable right now, huddled up, shivering, cold, and offering him a seat was almost a dream come true. 

He took the seat next to them and gave them a curious glance. 

“You okay?”

They looked up at him, confused. they shivered again and gave him a curt nod. 

“..Ya don’t look it dollface. Yer shiverin” he pointed out. 

His pride swelled when he noticed their face flush. 

They bit their lip and began to fidget with their hands nervously. 

“Yes, i’m okay, just a little cold” they muttered. 

Sans’ grin grew, “I can see that.”

They laughed.

Sans’ soul swelled and pounded. God their laugh was adorable. 

“W-Well I was in a hurry this morning. It doesn’t look like I needed to be though, the bus is..is pretty late” the shivered again and shuffled a little closer to Sans. He figured it was because he was giving off body warmth. He most certainly didn’t mind it.

“Explains yer choice in clothes” he chuckled. They seemed so surprised by his laugh, their eye’s held a soft wonder and amazement. It made him a little embarrassed, he couldn’t say why. 

They snapped back to reality and laughed again, his soul thumped hard. 

“I didn’t think it would snow!” they defended. It caused another chuckle to come from Sans. 

He was pleasantly surprised when they started laughing with him. 

They shivered again, a small sneeze following after. 

He stared at them as they sneezed for a second and third time. “Ya gonna stop any time soon doll?” 

They laughed and nodded. 

They sniffled and shuffled again, hugging themselves now. Sans felt guilt swarm in him again. He was just letting them freeze! 

He slid off his jacket and pulled his hoodie over his head. It was a little obvious that he was more built than the average human skeleton now that he had two layers off. He placed the hoodie in his lap and slid the jacket over him once more. He glanced at the human next to him and his grin widened when he noticed their face had gotten redder. 

“Ya see somethin ya like dollface?” he teased. 

Their face flushed even deeper and it caused a roll of laughter to leave Sans. 

“Heh..’m just pullin your leg” he finally said. They puffed their cheeks.

“You think you’re funny don’t you?” they asked. He chuckled again.

“Oh sweetheart I think I’m hilarious” he got a significantly closer to them. He could smell them, they smelt sweet of vanilla and lavender. They stared at him for a second, a small smile cracked on their face. They analyzed his face a little more, taking the time to look at his teeth and his eye lights. 

Now he was the one becoming embarrassed again. He simply placed the hoodie in their lap and moved back to his seat and out of their personal bubble. He desperately tried to ignore the red dusting his cheekbones. 

They made a noise of confusion as the began to examine the hoodie. It would be too big to fit them, they simply placed the hoodie next to them and gave Sans a patient smile. 

“Wear it ‘fore ya freeze.”

“Oh no, sir-”

“Sans”

“..Sans. I can’t take it”

“Sweetheart do ya want to get sick?” He asked, finally facing them. 

They didn’t answer, just looked down at the large hoodie next to them. 

“But that doesn’t mean I can take it”

Sans huffed and grabbed the hoodie and scrunched it up. He gave them one more mischievous grin and rudely placed the hoodie over their head. They made a small surprise sound, which sans loved, and tried to stare at the skeleton before the hood engulfed their vision. Sans resisted the urge to laugh at how cute they were. 

They grumbled out a thank you and pulled their arms through the sleeves. They had to pull the sleeves up a little to even get their hands out. Their fingertips were a bright red and it made Sans wince. They must have been even colder than he thought. 

They pulled the hood back a little and gave Sans a bright and genuine smile. 

Sans’ soul thumped harder. 

“Thank you so much si- Sans, it’s so warm and comfy” the smiled. Sans could almost melt when he saw how happy it made them. 

“Keep it”

“What?”

“Keep it Sweetheart, suits ya better than it ever did me” he laughed off. 

They stared at him for a moment, confused and surprised by Sans’ generosity. He was a little surprised too. 

“I’d hate for ya to freeze doll, but y’know, if ya want I could warm ya up a different way” He purred. It sounded a lot more like him. 

Their face flushed and the hid their face in their hands and laughed. 

“You’re awful!”

“Oh but ya love it doll”

The two of them laughed. There was a small screeching sound and Sans looked up to see a bus that stopped by. It opened it’s doors and the human sitting next to him stood up and waved him goodbye.  

“I’m sorry to cut this short, I hope I see you again Sans!” They called out as they rushed towards the bus. 

Sans felt his stomach drop. 

He really didn’t want them to leave, he was just beginning to enjoy himself and relax. He didn’t even catch their name. 

He regretted not asking as the bus drove away. He hung his head and waited for the next bus to come. The “Monster” bus. 

It was downright insulting that he had to use a different bus, people tried to justify that “Monsters were just bigger than humans, they need more room!” Sans understood the real reason, humans weren’t accepting of their own species, why would they like monsters? 

He was damn happy Papyrus worked with the king on getting this bullshit fixed. Sans just let out a loud growl and exited the bus stop. No point in sitting there and let his anger boil over and ruin his mood, he just had the loveliest interaction with a cute little human. Better yet they liked him and had his hoodie. 

He took his time as he waltzed his way to work with his brother today, taking the time to imagine how cute and flushed that adorable human was when he gave them the hoodie. That genuine smile. To Sans of all people. 

---

Sans grumbled as he walked into Muffet’s bakery, the loud shrill of the small bell above him announcing his arrival. He really didn’t mind the spider monster, but he was craving his beloved mustard more than anything now. Mustard that Grillby would make. It had a slight kick to it that Sans couldn’t really describe.  It was basically alcohol to Sans at points, took a lot to get this skeleton drunk though. 

Sans wasn’t allowed in Grillby’s establishment for the time being. Grillby was always doing shady things, from underground to the surface the man never changed. But he never expected the entertainment that he provided to haunt Grillby. 

Grillby really wasn’t a bad guy, he never let a worker do something they were uncomfortable with. He still turned a blind eye to many dealings in the underground. From hosting illegal fights and biddings to adding poles in the far corner of his speakeasy underground. 

Asgore was pretty unhappy with it, and if word got out Asgore would have Grillby’s head. Everyone needed things to go right with the humans, even one little slip-up or bad impression could leave all monsters in a sticky situation. 

Even if they had been here for a few years, people still didn’t like them.

So here Sans was, in this overly purple bakery. It looked like a knock off Halloween store. But Sans had to admit, Muffet had gotten better with her baking skills and hired a few helpers. She had also become very successful, had her own clothing line. Sans wasn’t surprised. 

Muffet could really be as greedy as she wanted on the surface. Monster treats were becoming more popular, that’s why Grillby was in hot water and why Muffet had increased her prices. She was one of the only bakeries that served both humans and monsters. 

Felt like the 1950s.

Yeah, Sans had to go through basic school so that he was up to “Human Standards” as Papyrus called it. Good thing Sans was a fast learner. 

“Hello sir, how may I help you?” 

Sans turned to see a relatively short spider monster. It wasn’t Muffet, which surprised Sans to say the least. Their skin color was a soft maroon and instead of six arms they only had four, or at least four visible. Instead of a short bob, their hair was in a long braid that reached their waist. Sans was suddenly thankful he didn’t have a need for hair. 

Sans glanced over at the many deserts that littered the cases. “Aster usual” was all he said as he pulled out his wallet. The employee seemed surprised and quickly nodded. “T-That’ll be-” She was cut off by Sans handing her the exact amount. She gave him a quick glance and began to count out the money. Sans stuffed a few bills into the tip jar and turned on his heels. 

He was met with those same eyes he had met months ago. The two stared at each other in disbelief for a second. Sans gave them one quick glance and saw that they wore the exact hoodie he gave them. 

He met with their eyes again and they nervously smiled, probably noticing Sans’ gaze. His feet seemed to move without his permission. 

“What’s a dame like ya doin here, doll?” he teased. 

They lightly laughed, “I could ask you the same thing” they answered. 

Sans moved to the chair that sat across from them, “ya mind if I..?” They quickly shook their head. He took the seat across from them and examined them more. 

Their hair seemed a little shorter and they seemed much happier and healthy. Then again the last time he saw them they were freezing cold, and it was summer now. Not the unbearable winter. They held a soft and genuine smile at Sans. The hoodie seemed to be washed more times than Sans could count, no mustard stains near the collar, and it actually smelled nice rather than a room that wasn’t cleaned for months on end.

 Sans felt his soul thump. They didn’t just throw it away, they held on to it and took care of it. 

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you Sans” they smiled. 

He was surprised that they remembered his name. “Heh I guess it has been, I neva caught yer name” 

They looked at him surprised, “Oh! I guess I never really did introduce myself! I’m (Y/N)” they said. 

“..(Y/N) huh?” 

It rolled off his tongue nicely. He could get used to saying it more often, as much as he enjoyed calling this lovely little human nicknames, their name was just as sweet. If not sweeter. 

They nodded and leaned towards Sans a little, not a big gesture or really a noticeable body language change, but Sans noticed and loved it. 

“So Sans, what are you doing on this side of town?” 

Sans was taken back that they seemed to want to talk to him. He really shouldn’t be so surprised that they were treating him with kindness but he couldn’t help it. 

“I’m just pickin up lunch for me an’ my bro” he grinned. “What about ya dollface?”

They seemed to think for a minute. “Well, Papyrus and King Asgore went along with what they promised and have been decreasing the segregation between monsters and humans. I’ve been wanting to come here for some time, I wanted to come in when it was first opened but, uhm, I couldn’t. So I’m taking advantage of this while I can!” 

Sans’ grin grew even more. “How ya likin it? The food.”

“It’s a little odd I have to be honest.”

“Yeah, that’s cause it just turns into energy. Human and monster food are very different” Sans spoke up. 

There was soft amazement in their eyes when they glanced back at their own food. They were easy to entertain and it made Sans’ soul soar. Sans was brought out of his trance when a brown paper bag, with a small illustration of Muffet with the title “Muffet’s Bakery” plastered on the front. There was a little note at the bottom saying “Thank you for stopping by!” 

Another conversation with this adorable human was cut short again, this time by Sans. He wasn’t very happy with it. He muttered a ‘thank you’ as the maroon spider walked away. 

Sans gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile as he stood up. “It was really good seeing you again sweetheart, would you like to get a drink with me sometime?”

They gave him a curt nod, “Yeah I would love to! Is there a time and place you’d prefer? I heard that speakeasy ‘Grillby’s’ was really good!”

Sans stared down at this adorable human. He knew he wasn’t allowed in the establishment, but, who was he to say no?

“Yeah we can go there, how about tomorrow night at 7?”

“Yeah I’d love that” they smiled. 

Sans relaxed and grabbed the bag, heading for the door. He stopped when he heard the chair scoot out quickly, “I’ll see you then Sansy!” they called out. They missed it but the nickname made Sans blush, hard. He walked out the door with a large grin on his face.