#can I count this as kustard???

[goulashh]

Akirui but Sans undertale LMAOOOOOO

Happy Halloween? XD

[noffy96]

Secret Mer Au~

Another entry for my Secret Mer Au. and we are back with more Kustard boys! As well as Spicyhoney boys. Hope you all enjoy

Worth fighting for.

Word count: 4,400

Chapter 1/2 ( in progress)

Summary

“So what is it?”

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel once.

“Edge wants to battle you”

He felt Sans stare through him.

“What?”

“Edge wants to- “

“I heard…I meant….why?”

He clicked his tongue a couple of times.

“That might kinda be my fault”

or

Edge wants to duel Sans, And Red has to explain why that is. As it is kind of his fault. Will Sans accept the duel?

--link here to AO3--

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He let his claws tap rhythmically against the car door. The sound grounded him as he leaned further back against it, before unzipping his hoodie once more. That is the problem with being fucking late. Sans was probably halfway down the trail at this point. He could go up and meet him. But they needed to talk. And he would rather not everyone overhear.

So waiting by the car so they could have a private conversation in the car it was. Luckily he warned Sans that this might happen last time. He glanced around. With autumn really setting in its claws, tourism on the island had slowed to a crawl. But the few that still came were side-eying him.

Even the locals were staring at him worriedly. Even if none of them approached him. Grilby might if Sans isn’t showing up. But that wasn’t gonna happen. He crushed his teeth together. He was being stupid. Worrying about nothing, his…boyfriend… had given no indication of not wanting to return.

It has been three months now. And while only seeing Sans for two days a month was hard. He was so glad to do so. Sans date last time ... .it had been simple but very lovely. And surprised he had pulled it off without being able to communicate with anyone.

How he got the food was still a mystery. As he KNEW he hadn’t cooked himself. But it also wasn’t from any of the restaurants or snack bars in the city. Or the island. But he had to have gotten it from somewhere!

Finally, a familiar blue hoodie appeared coming down the hiking trail deeper into the island. Sans's default smile grew wider. And he got a small salute. The restless feeling inside himself settled at the sight and his own sharp grin softened.

But Sans must have noticed how everything about him screamed ‘back off. And his slow pace went to a normal walking pace.

“Hey?... What’s wrong”

He sighed at being read at an eye-glance. Reaching out toward his boyfriend. Who let himself be tugged into a small side hug. He placed a soft lingering kiss against his partner's cheek.

“Missed you too. And…not wrong per se. But not something we can talk about like this. Get in the car so we can talk”

The hands that held him squeezed him gently and firmly. As he stepped back. The white of Sans's eyes scanned his face.

“Okay…sounds serious”

He gave half a nod, as they climbed into the car, and he started to drive them towards home. Sans stayed quiet until they were halfway down the bridge leaving the island.

“So what is it?”

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel once.

“Edge wants to battle you”

He felt Sans stare through him.

“What?”

“Edge wants to- “

“I heard…I meant….why?”

He clicked his tongue a couple of times.

“That might kinda be my fault”

Sans eyes narrowed, arms crossing in a way that felt guarded.

“Explain”

He gave a nod. Waiting for the officer at the bridge control to let him pass.

“So…I am getting as to why, but giving you the full context here, so bear with me. First off, Edge told Stretch”

Sans eyes widened. A brief happy smile came over his face, before widening with horror and he hurried along before Sans could voice the conclusion he clearly jumped to.

“It went well. Better than that actually”

He saw the small smile on Sans's relieved face before it hardened again. Making a gesture that he could continue speaking.

“Yeah, so…turns out..”

He glanced around unsure of a brief moment

“I am sure he doesn't mind me saying this, but he is like us…in a way”

He saw Sans take in that information for a second.

“Heh, what are the odds of that…in a way? So not a Mer?

Lifting his hand to make a so-so motion.

“Quarter Mer. So no transformation. But able to understand mer talk, and breath underwater for a short spurt. One parent was a Mer apparently.”

He made eye contact with Sans again as they stopped at a traffic light. Who was blinking rapidly.

“Wow…that’s…really rare. I think I know off one other person like that. Though I have never met him. But the neighbouring guardian Axe is good friends with him”

He let out a disbelieving huff

“I thought they were myths, but I suppose merfolk had to come from somewhere. So folk that don’t make the full transformation exist too. But yeah so, he wasn’t like…as surprised as he could have been. And well”

He sighed once more as he moved the car slowly through the downtown traffic.

“They wanna become mates…But you know my brother. Doesn’t wanna half-ass anything ever. So he wants to do the whole thing properly”

Sans let out a snort.

“So? Is he asking for your permission?”

It stayed quiet for a couple of seconds

“Holy shit he is!?”

He shifted a bit awkwardly at the reaction.

“Things must have changed maybe since we left. But when we were living down below. You usually had to get a mating approved. You had to have permission from either the eldest of the family…or the overseer if there was no family left to give that permission. Wich in our case is Me”

His boyfriend nodded along, seeing that he understood.

“It’s a bit of an older practice, but not out of fashion. It’s still practised, but more informal. So what, did you refuse Stretch the right to have a mating bond with your brother?”

He couldn’t help the little grin that sprawled over his face. And Sans saw it too, shifting to look at him, and having his full attention.

“Oh No. Stretch has permission. All green go ahead. It’s Edge that doesn’t”

He had to try not to laugh at the baffled expression his boyfriend made.

“What…why would you be the one making that call?”

The grin slowly fell off his face as he realised his lover didn’t know.

“Stretch…has no living family left”

Sans eyes widened staring out of the window for a few seconds.

“I had no idea…he had talked about visiting his dad a couple of times but…

He gave a sad sigh

“Yeah, he meant visiting his grave. His mom and brother got abducted when Stretch was just a child. That now that we know what he is…I assume means

“Poached”

Sans whispered horrified. And his claws angrily dug into the steering wheel

“Yeah, considering there is also a grave for both of them ....I think they might have found..”

Sans waved his hands as if to cut him off

“Please stop, I don't wanna think about that.”

He gave a nod

“Right…sorry, but yeah anyway. Since he's been living with me and Edge for…about a year now? Well, I am the closest thing as an overseer he can get to. As I believe this city doesn’t belong to your jurisdiction as our last conversation about was any indication. So yeah. I decided to step up, and I think Edge needs to still prove himself. And he got a bit pissy”

Sans snorted.

“Which is why he wants to duel me? Because you wouldn’t give him permission to mate his lover? Why does he need to prove himself anyway? ”

He made another so-so motion.

“There is more to it than that. But essentially yes. As to why I ain't giving him permission. Stretch proved that he loved my brother. He knew we had a big secret even though he was definitely curious. He never asked. Never prodded into our past. And was okay with it always. That is dedication. And while I have no doubt my brother loves Stretch. He hasn’t done anything close to that level of trust to Stretch. To me yes.…but not to his lover.”

He found it difficult to read the expression Sans was giving him, so he continued on so he didn't have to think about it.

“Besides I ain't planning to keep stopping it. But Edge needs to work on it. But I would let them get mated in a year regardless of what my brother does. Since he wanted to do so officially he is a bit mad that I am being so literal with it. Which he then countered with. That since you and I are now in a relationship. That is basically courting and wanting to see if you are even worthy of that much.”

Sans chuckled

“Hence why he wants to fight me, got it. Alright then. I’ll do it “

It felt like he was being slapped in the face. And he aggressively parked the car to the side of the road with a screech of tires. As to not let him ride into someone in his bewildered state.

“Wow. What the fuck Re-”

“You serious!”.

He cut him off by turning to face his partner head-on. Who looked at him with a bewildered expression.

“Y-yeah? What…did you think I wouldn’t?!”

Sans almost sounded a little hurt at the end. And he quickly shook his head.

“No! I just thought you would think this official bullshit is stupid and wouldn’t wanna bother. “

Sans laughed.

“Yeah, it is. Honestly, I don't really care much about those traditions one way or another.”

He stuttered in more bafflement as Sans continued to smile.

“But you are doing this because you love Edge. And honestly, it’s also a really sweet thing to do for Stretch, I am sure he appreciates it. To know there are people looking out for him”

He crossed his arm feeling a light flush rise to his face. Stretch had nearly doubled over in laughter when had made his declaration that Edge needed to earn his permission. It had rocked the wind right out of his little brother's sails.

Maybe Stretch was going along with him because he found it hilarious. But he had also overheard the two of them later that night in the kitchen. His brother asked his lover why he wasn’t bothered by being roadblocked. Stretch had answered with

“I am sure my mom would have loved to fulfil that role if she could have, so that have that part of myself acknowledge means a lot”

He left the room soon after that. It felt like he had overheard more than he should have anyway. Stretch was a good kid. He liked the dude, and there was no one better for his little brother. But the kid needs to be shown the same amount of respect, dedication and/or trust he had shown Edge.

It just felt like the right thing to do.

Sans continued on.

“If I fight Edge, it means you can keep this up. I see no problem with it. Besides.”

Sans's grin got bigger

“You are worth fighting for”

It felt like his heart exploded inside of his chest. A blush eruption over his entire face. So he did the only thing he could think of. He reached over the central console and pulled his lover into a hard kiss.

There was a soft shocked noise of surprise that got quickly swallowed up by their clashing teeth. He growled as the seatbelt tried to pull him back to his own seat so he angrily clawed at the button until it clicked free. Once he was free he climbed closer, hands grabbing onto the sans hoodie to pull him in, while his body weight pushed him back against the car door.

Sans made some struggling noises, but no move to pull away. Hands trapped between their chest but grabbing at his ribs all the same. As he slipped his tongue into his lover's mouth with a loud groan. Sans still tasted of sea salt and fish. But he didn’t care. That wasn’t what was important right now.

Three months ago he had almost lost him. Now Sans was willing to fight for him. Fuck he was so glad he decided to give chase that night. He would have never forgiven himself if he had let Sans slip through his fingers.

He tumbled even more forward, climbing over the central console to keep their makeout going. Pressing Sans further against the door. One hand placed against his head against the slowly steaming up window. As Sans finally got over his surprised stupor.

Wriggling his hands free from between them and clinging to his neck making him unable to pull back even if he wanted to. As Sans took over the battle of their tongues chasing it into his mouth instead. While still holding him in place. As he let his free hand wander and gently grab and caress Sans's clothed sides, hips, waist arms. Whatever he could reach.

Eventually they wretched themselves apart panting harshly. A string of saliva connecting their mouths together for a few brief moments before snapping. Sans chuckled again. But now it was deeper, and he could feel the vibrations of it through his chest.

“I should offer to fight for you more often if it gets you this riled up”

One hand travelled from his neck to his cheek. A thumb stroking gently just underneath his eye just shy of the scar.

“Shut up”

He grumbled and kissed him again. Less aggressive but still just as hard. Letting everything else fall away as they made out. The relatively tiny space filled with their grunts and groans. That only got louder once hands found their way beneath shirts to caress the bones of their spines.

But then a few things happened very quickly. As he tried to climb fully into his partner's lap. His leg hit the gearshift. Knocking them out of park. And the car started rolling. Both tore apart as they noticed. Acting on pure instinct he didn’t remember how he did it but he quickly found himself back in his seat stomping on the break to keep them from rolling. They had barely moved, a few inches at most if even that And the car that had been parked in front of them was gone as well.

But that had been way too close. With a violent tug, he put them back in park. And he glanced at his boyfriend whose face was covered in a blue flush. His own face felt aflame as well. They sat in silence for a few seconds both still in shock

“You okay?”

He mumbled and Sans gave a dazed nod. Finally righting his rumbled-up hoodie. Stroking flat the fold and wrinkles he normally didn’t care about. He tugged his own hoodie back over his shoulder from where it had slid off.

Gosh, that was…Well, it had been really good but also so very very stupid.

“So um..”

He mumbled hands drumming against the steering wheel not sure how to continue. And lost all words together as Sans's gaze met his. Clearly just as embarrassed

WHY WERE THEY ACTING LIKE LOVESTRUCK TEENAGERS? HE WAS CLOSER TO HIS THIRTIES DAMMIT

His phone pinged with the sound of a text notification. And he took the distraction of it gladly. He quickly scanned over it.

“Edge wants to know if you are fine with an experimental Vegan dish tonight. I think they came across some recipes while shopping”

Sans subtly wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“Yeah, that’s fine. As long as it doesn’t have mushrooms”

He quickly typed a message back and was about to put his phone away. Before asking.

“Can I let him know, you’ll take him up on that duel?”

His boyfriend shrugged.

“Fine by me”

Three seconds after he sent his message the phone started buzzing with Edge's name lighting up the screen. Sans and him shared a look before he accepted the call. While Sans leaned against the window. Then noticed the still quite noticeable handprint from before and quickly wiped the window clean with a Flush

Before he could even say anything. His brother's voice boomed over the small speaker.

“He accepted!”

Sans rolled his eyes as Edge went on a little tirade of his own, as to why he thought Sans wouldn’t have. With his thumb, he pressed the speaker phone function. Gesturing at Sans to answer with a smirk.

“Yes, I did, Edgelord. So wanna talk about how we gonna do this?”

He heard his brother's mouth shut with a click. Clearly not expecting Sans to have been the one answering. Stretch was also howling with laughter in the background. He must have made an interesting face.

But Edge quickly composed himself.

“Yes. Well, there is a cave near the beach. Stretch works. You can get into the ocean from there and we could have our duel there.”

Sans nodded.

“Sounds good to me. When do you wanna do this?”

There was a ruffling noise on the other side.

“You tell me as you are that can only come over rarely “

Sans glanced at him and kept his gaze as he asked.

“I am fine with doing this now. I don't think we had very specific plans for today”

His eyes widened, surprised but nodded. Answering

“We didn't. The sooner we get this over with the better in my opinion anyway”

He could hear the suppressed glee in his brother's voice

“Agreed, we’ll meet you at the beach stall. See you soon”.

The phone cut off with a click and he shook his head. But saw Sans give him a calculating look.

“What is it? Having second thoughts?”

Sans shook his head then slowly said.

“Edge has no idea I am a guardian. Has he?”

His own grin grew.

“I didn't know if it was okay to tell at first. And when you told me I could. I needed to find some time to talk about it. But by then. He pulled this shit. If he wants to battle you, without doing full preparation of looking into his opponent that's his mistake”

Sans laughed. Leaning back into the car seat.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun”

He laughed loudly, agreeing wholeheartedly. He put his seatbelt back on and drove towards the beach. During the drive, Sans and him exchanged some stories about what had happened during the last month.

The possibility of Him and Papyrus maybe meeting someday in the future. As Sans' brother was apparently very eager to do so. Sans for now had a plan on who to ask for help so that him AND Papyrus could leave the reef for a day.

Also, They needed to move the date of their next meeting, so as not to land on the third quarter moon as they’ve been doing. As Sans needed to be somewhere for his guardian duties. So the new date was at the next new moon

This means he’d see him again much sooner, but then there be a longer pause between that. But that was okay for him.

Traffic wasn’t as dense near the sea as it was the off-season, which also meant he could park nearby. And the two of them wandered over to the wooden structure. It was weird seeing the beach bar empty. As it normally was bustling with the activity. The small bar sells drinks and little nick-nacks. Hard to believe this thing started as a small set-out stall.

The door to the kitchen area opened. And Stretch waved at them as he stepped out Edge following close behind. Having seen them coming.

“Hey Guys, let me just lock everything up, and we will be ready to go”

“Take your time dude”

“Right, right, just very excited to see this”

He raised an eyebrow at the tall skeleton

“You are gonna go with them?”

He noticed that He was wearing swimming trunks instead of his normal cargo pants as Stretch beamed at him.

“Well, someone needs to judge the duel. And I think you trust me over some rando. That we just hope to spot”

He gave a curt nod. For the briefest of seconds, he was offended by the assumption that he was not gonna watch his own brother and boyfriend fight. For what is essentially his honour. But as he flinched at the sound of a large crashing wave.

Yeah..he knew why. Sans hands found his own gently holding it. As they all turned to walk towards the cave. His brother was walking ahead of them. And glanced back at them every so often. He hadn’t said anything yet. But he didn’t expect him to.

Edge always did his planning silently, and the way he was eyeing Sans he was planning different strategies based on what he could tell from Sans's body on land. He stopped once they reached the rocky side of the beach and his boyfriend started to hop from stone to stone near the water's edge.

Stomping over ahead to scold him about the dangers of the cold water should he fall in. Sans chuckled beside them.

“They never change”

He let out an amused huff as well.

“Tell me about it. “

He muttered as Sans's shoulder knocked against his own playfully. His shoulders had started hunching up more as the path led them closer to the water. He was grateful that with Sans holding his hand so that there was at least something between him and the ocean.

He wondered if Sans had done that on purpose. But Sans didn’t know the way…so he couldn’t have known which hand to hold to block him…right?

His eyes flicked up to his boyfriends who were staring forward, to see where they were going. Only looking at him when he felt his gaze. He met the stare, Sans eyes flickering back to the playful bickering couple in front of them. Before stopping them for a brief second to lean over the small distance to place a chaste kiss against his teeth.

“Stretch and I came here last year, we needed some specific shells you can find up ahead”

He knew the place he had been with once before as well. He just hadn't realised his boyfriend had as well. His shoulders lost some of the tension of the realisation he wasn’t talking about behind his back.

But couldn’t quite spell away the odd twisting feeling of still being thought about. Sans had remembered and taken some steps to make him more comfortable. He squeezed the hand he was holding, as he walked a bit faster without a word. He expected Sans to laugh or chuckle. But he didn’t just stay silent beside himself until they caught up with the two lanky skeletons in front of the cave.

And after a brief walk through the dark gloomy cave, they reached the hidden pool within. The green light reflected against the rocks. And he shifted nervously as Stretch and Edge started undressing in one corner and he helped shield Sans in the other.

“Are you still sure you wanna do this?”

He hissed softly as Sans got his hoodie and t-shirt off. Sans hands stopped what he was doing, white pinprick eyes looking up at him. Before briefly one blazed a hot blue.

“You’re worth fighting for”

He fought the blush that tried to come up. Looking away as Sans started sliding his pants down.

“Are you gonna be okay staying here.?”

Sans took the towel from his hands that he had taken from the car so he could briefly cover himself before getting in the water.

He gave a nod. The water had lapped at his thick boots a couple of times. It was making his soul beat in his chest madding. His ears ring. And stay as far away as he could. But he was okay. Sans stepped into his space and gave him another kiss. This time a bit longer, and a bit hotter.

“Be back before you know it. “

He said with a wink, handing him back the towel, and quickly turning towards the water. At the other end Edge and Stretch were already waiting. He felt a pang in his chest at seeing his brother's mer from. IT had been ages since he last saw it. Stretch was clinging to his back, and he could see the outline of the green swimming trunks he was wearing. Giving him a thumbs up.

“I'll keep an eye out here”

He muttered gruffly

“You do that brother,”

And he gave a curt nod. And then with the dive of two tails the three of them were gone. As he saw the blurry colourful shapes disappear near a hole at the end of the room He sat down, staring at the water.

Three months ago, he had let himself change for the first time in years. The reminder hadn’t been pleasant. His side had ached with a pain he had long forgotten how bad it was. Now the reminder was constant.

He remembered the water that rushed past him as Sans brought him to the hidden cave on the island. So much like when Edge had to drag his broken body to safety. Now there was just not a barely attached limp clinking to his side. Just the nasty scar of where it once was.

Steering had been a pain, it left him panicky and disoriented. And something in there could come for them again. Take either of them by surprise because of the fight they were about to have. A fight…for him.

And here he was sitting like the coward he still was. He did it once for Sans…He could do it again…Not just for Sans…for his brother too.

His fingers trembled as he undid his shoes. Socks slipped out of his hands as he pulled them off. Having trouble getting out of his hoodie. And all other clothing.

Then he stood there butt naked. Bones are exposed for the world to see. Trembling more from fear than from the cold. Toes grazing the cold water.

He turned back Ready to put this ridiculous idea behind him. Until he saw his own messy pile of items next to Sans’s.

‘You are worth fighting for’

Echoed through his head.

He screwed his eyes shut, turned around and jumped in. He had to catch up. There was an important duel gonna happen. And he wasn’t gonna miss it.

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Okay, stupid question, top five fave fics?

This is such a difficult question!!! And not stupid at all!!! (This was supposed to be a quick answer but I don't know how to do that when it's Fic Promoting Time)

My absolute top 3 (in no particular order though because that's just impossible) has to be: Burden to bear by @yupimgross, longfic, fellcest with smut, mpreg, BDSM and plot. THE fic that got me into UT fics, fellcest and BDSM all in 1 place so it's very special to me. A friend in need turned lover indeed by @soloshikigami, oneshot, edgeberry, best edgeberry ever, smutty just like I love it. 100% perfect. To love again by @sinnyskelle, best longfic ever, fontcest fellcest and swapcest, what more do you want? Oh yeah, college AU. I used to re-read it from the beginning again each time there was a new chapter. And I started reading it when there was only like 8 chapters, so I've re-read it A LOT.

Those are the 3 I've read and re-read more times than I can count and I know if I had to choose between those and any other fic, I would always choose them. (While you're at it, I highly suggest reading all the other works by these talented authors! ♥)

As for the 2 other fics that would be in my top 5... I just can't choose only 2. Sorry. Let's have more: Sooner or later you're gonna be mine, longfic, Fell Frans (Frisk is female and aged-up), mobfell. Karmic retribution, longfic, spicykustard, KR is a real keystone fic for the fandom (or at least its fontcest side) so go read it NOW if you haven't. So much more, medium longfic fontcest, the first work I read from Mercy, oh I feel nostalgic :') Flipping the script, by @angelia-dark, medium longfic swapfellcest, THE fic that cemented the Swapfell AU for the fandom, no I don't take criticism, this fic is as much fandom history as the creation of Underswap, fite me. An unorthodox offer, by angelia-dark, medium longfic fontfest with sugar daddy. Underfell: A.D. edition, by angelia-dark, medium longfic series fellcest. Angelia Dark is the best author in the fandom, period. I swear to god go read their stuff. They also take commission I think, for like Hazbin Hotel, BNHA, etc... Of red cliffs and blue seas, by @readwithdetermination LONGFIC CHERRYBERRY, all in capslock because you don't know how rare it is to find a cherryberry longfic and I need to scream because I love it so fucking much. Lov ya, longfic spicykustard but also toxic UT fontcest, bad brother AU. This fic attacked all my weak spots and left me an emotional mess. Short King, by @absurdmageart, Swapfell purple/reader. The one I'm currently reading and commenting on so I'm very invested in it at the moment. For business or pleasure, by @askellie, medium longfic fellcest CEO AU, inspired by Eli-sing-G/Kolesjoie's art and written by one of the best writer in the fandom so of course it's perfect. the Replacement series, by @idontevenknowwhattoputhereugh, longfic series, toxic possessive swap Pap, with Blue, Sans and Red, mainly but we also see the swapfell bros, etc... Super dark, super non-con but in the best of ways, super well-written, especially the characters' psychologies. To love yourself, longfic, fontcest, fellcest, kustard, and uhhh, Red/Papyrus, another keystone fic for the fandom. But like, darker, waaaayy darker than KR. Textures, by @alicedragons, spicyhoney one shot, yes, a spicyhoney fic did make it to this list!! That says a lot about the quality of the fic! Sparks, by @drabbletale, yandere swapcest, only 2 chapters for this one, but boi do I love those 2 chapters. Burn, short multichap, all kinds of papcest, by the incredibly lovely @megalotrash, go read all of their stuff, I didn't know which one to rec so I picked this one, but seriously go read everything they've ever written it's all so good.

And there is one I can't seem to find... It was a NSFW UT fontcest one-shot probably from either 2016 or 2017 in which Papyrus and Sans attend a skele con (?) and at night Pap participates in a more adult version of the event and he gets edible paint all over his body and he's got a face cover and he gets paired up with another skeleton that really looks like his brother (wink) so he gets really turned on and they lick each other and fuck and I remember they use a popsicle to fuck, and that one-shot was soooo good but I lost it because I, being the fool that I am, decided to clean up my bookmarks so things were more organized and easier to find (HA!) and I don't remember the title because I'm worse than a goldfish. @unfoundedrobotaccusations found it, it’s Mystery flavor!!! (the funniest part is that I had it actually saved on my comp XDDD)

I also would like to list some recent ones I've found in 2020 and really liked (though I haven't been able to read and re-read them like I did the other ones I've listed):

Falling in love on paper, 3 chapters so far, Red/reader, incredible take on penpals and monsters coming to the surface, I'm very jealous I didn't come up with the idea myself. Moral compass, short multichap fic, blackcherry, I wasn't expecting it to be this good tbh. It totally got me and I love it a lot and I need to re-read it. Bet on it, by @mystery-fic-anon, oneshot, mafia Red and Sans, not really kustard since nothing happens. Expect in my imagination, in which a LOT happens. Whiskey dick, one shot kustard, best smut fic in 2020. Bad judgement call, by readwithdetermination, medium longfic, focused on Swap Pap with a hint of cherryberry in the background. Great, GREAT character writing.

T-there you go... Sorry for the long post, I know this was supposed to be a quick answer, but I couldn’t stop myself! XDD I tried to tag all the authors I could, if they’re not tagged, that means they’re either not on tumblr or I don’t know their blog, but feel free to tell me in the comments so I can tag properly! ♥

[catsitta]

I got a bunch of questions for you :DD How long does it take you to write a daily drabble? ;0 Do you have a place to jot down all of your ideas/planning stories? :O Do you have a favorite fic, if so, which one? uwu Got a favorite kustard dynamic? :> (I cant decide which one is my fav Dx you've written lots and they're all perfect >w<) When did you find your passion for writing? ^^ How does it feel to be so utterly amazing at not only writing, but as a person as well?? EXPLAIN YOURSELF >:0

Answers to your questions in order:

1. A daily drabble can take 5-15 mins usually unless a plot point is making the word count fussy.

2. My phone. Google docs for the win. I lose paper to easy.

3. My baby is Smoke in the Mirror. <3

4. Hot-headed, trash goblin Red that uses flirting and a bad attitude to deflect + unassuming but secretly hyper competent Sans who could trounce Red but he doesn't feel like it.

5. When I was about 10 years old was when I first seriously got into writing stories.

6. Qwhsuwhdhsjs Uhhh, thank you??? Flattered??? I guess???

[star-gamerxox]

Hey Guys,

So incase you guys havent ever seen them,

I have a lot of sanscest ship kids.

Specifically 7 actual ships and 1 uhh. 8 kids in total.

They all can answer asks and you can request art.

(I realized some of the parent titles and stuff arent accurate anymore. Also so people understand a bit more)

1. EveFalcity (ErrorMare, Error-Mom, Night-dad. Shipped with Zenai) (as she gets older she calls Error papa but she called him mom when she was younger)

2. Zenai (DustBerry, Blue- mom, Dust- dad. Shipped with EveFalcity) (Blue was okay with being called mom and isnt called mom in every story, but he does in many. It's what Blue taught him.)

3. Dawning (ErrorInk, Error- papa, Ink- dad. Twin/other side to Evelyn. Shipped with Calypso)

4. Evelyn. (ErrorInk. Same parent titles. No ship. Was orginally born mute and soulless. When her artificial soul is removed, when shes 2, Dawnibg appears byr gets trapped in her body. Later on Dawning is freed and they are 'twins')

5. Bryin (Bree-in) (HorrorLust ship child. Lust- Momma, Horror- papa. Shipped with Cayda) (Lust doesnt mind being called mom. Bryin does call Lust mom in every story)

6. Cayda (Kay-duh) (Crossmare. Cross- papa, NM-dad) (Cayda calls Cross mom in some worlds but papa is more common)

7. Calypso (Killer x Dream. Killer- dad, Dream- papa [maybe mom. I cant remember what I had written].) (Calypso is another one that changes as he grows up although he doesn't have Dream for the majority of his life. Dream dies when he is ten in the only story hes currently in)

8. Aurora (Nightmare. Just Nightmare. Dad/nightlight- NM)

Edit (August 2, 2020) I'm adding Daybreak and Sunrise

9. Daybreak (Papa- Shattered, dad- Cross)

10. Sunrise (papa- shattered, dad-cross)

11. Onyx (Reaper x Nightmare. Nightmare- dad, Reaper- papa)

12. Cobalt (same as Onyx)

13. Pearl (same and Onyx and Cobalt)

14. Syntax (dad- Blue. Papa- Error.)

15. Elliot (dad- Blue. Papa- Red/Fell)

16. Nelaya (dad- Dust, Papa- Dream. Parents are not romantically together-)

17. Spoop (he didnt know his parents cause he was kidnapped when he was a baby but hes a Horrorfarm kid.)

18. Azalea (kustard ship child. Dad- sans, papa- fell)

19. Pandora (abyss x bird. Dad- Abyss, papa- Bird.)

20. Viri (errorink. I adopted her from @amarald)

21. Aria (offically now. Shes been in the works since December 2020) (same as Daybreak and Sunrise)

Probably more I forgot or havent made yet

(Possibly more in the future-)

More updates: shipkids I’ve mentioned but never written down: from my notebook edition

22. Andromeda (night killer, nickname Andy)

23. Achilles (Nightkiller, Andromeda’s twin, nickname chill)

(I call those two the Greek myth twins)

24. Ebony-Blair (Cross x Killer ship kid)

25. Rue (horror x Dust, was initially gonna be part of my draw to adopt line up(which I never posted) but then I kept her.)

26. Pointe (lust x Dance, also apart of my draw to adopt line up that I’ve never posted, might keep)

(The other two draw to adopts I wouldn’t keep either way so not listed)

27. Nightshade (HorrorBerry. I actually planned for him to be a character and then forgot him-)

Can’t stop making characters I swear (nightshade doesn’t count-)

28. Errian (she’s an Error Soulshard except not exactly JUST Error… she was torn out as he fully shifted from Geno to error, that’s sorta vibes-)

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(Was just scrolling through my posts using ship kids snd uhhh… forgot two that I adored. I’m not 100% on who I meant their parents to be, I’m scrolling-)

Kai and Maelee

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And suprise? Their un-shattered forms even though they were technically born after Shattered became shattered.

(Dont ask these 2 questions. They arent fully designed characters yet, kinda just there for grins and giggles)

DayLight (papa- Dream, Dad- cross)

Sunshine (papa- Dream, Dad- cross)

[i-got-somethin-to-say]

i made a whole ass alt account for this.

So Frans is kinda gross.  Like i get people can ship what they wanna ship but like hear me out okay

so frisk in game is a kid like 8 or 9 or something but people seem to take them and just age them up for the purpose of shipping them, which just seems pretty icky. Sans, is an adult. Frisk is a child. People took frisk and aged them up so they could ship them with sans. thats kinda gross. also people giving frisk tits and sexualizing them, thats also gross. like frisk is also just the player, and if youre reflecting onto frisk that you wanna be with sans then just ship yourself with him?? or make a character to ship with him?? thats also an adult?? dont take a child and make them legal just so you can put them with some old pun making skeleton. 

Shipping in general in the undertale fandom is pretty weird. self shipping with canon characters or oc shipping is fine as long as the characters being depicted are consenting adults thats all. then you get the aus, which also gives more opportunities for shit to be done to frisk, but we already discussed that. The most au shipping I’ve seen is between the two skeleton brothers Sans and Papyrus (not with eachother but trust me we will get to fontcest) usually when it comes to Sans and Pap, they are shipped with alternate versions of themselves, take kustard for instance, error and ink, geno and reaper. all sans x sans ships. i dont see as much papyrus x papyrus though, but i have seen stuff like uf paps x us paps and so on. I dont really know how to feel about shipping two alternate versions of the same person? It’s still pretty weird, like these all seem like solid friendships, the only one i could ever slightly get behind is geno and reaper cause their dynamic can be pretty funny same with error and ink but they all seem more like friends. HOWEVER. There is one ship other then Frans I hate more then anything. Fontcest. Please stop. They are brothers. Whether it’s normal undertale sans and papyrus or underfell or underswap just STOP. No uf papyrus and swapfell sans or anything cause that still fuckin counts. 

Acceptable ships I can list off are things like :  Sans and Toriel Undyne and Alphys  Papyrus and Mettaton.  Stuff like that’s fine, and not weird.  And thats all I got basically, so yeah uh, that was a rant.  

[mystery-fic-anon]

How about kustard for the "send me ships"? But with bara Sans and smil Red OwO

This is hella long, but I hope you enjoy it!

Send me a ship and I’ll answer:

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Sans is at exactly the right height to kiss Red’s forehead/the top of his skull, and he does it frequently. It annoys Red that he’s tall enough to do that, but he also kind of enjoys it (not that he’ll ever admit it).

Gets jealous the most: Probably Red. He’s a lot more paranoid than Sans is, which results in him being jealous/afraid Sans would leave him. Since they both have that lovely brand of “Sans” apathy it’s hard to tell, but Sans gets good enough at reading him to know when he’s nervous and will subtly reaffirm that he loves him.

Takes care of the other on sick days: I think this is a little bit of both. On the one hand, Red’s size and HP means that he gets sick often. As much as he likes to complain about Sans babying him, he is often genuinely too exhausted to take care of himself. When that happens, Sans is happy to step in. On the other hand, if Sans does get sick, he gets VERY sick. His own HP isn’t that much higher, so as much as he wishes Red would stay away, he isn’t really in a position to argue when Red shows up with soup/monster candy and some mindless movie to put on while Sans rests.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: It’s less dragging than carrying, but on vacation, Sans will throw Red over his shoulder and just bolt straight for the water. Neither of them have changed in to their swimsuits yet, but that doesn’t matter: he’s going to get them both soaked NOW. Besides, with their regular clothes wet, they’re “forced” to buy shitty novelty stuff from a souvenir shop and neither of their brothers can complain about it.

Brings the other lunch at work: It doesn’t matter how busy they are, when one of them shows up and suggests Grillby’s, the other one will drop everything and go out to eat. Usually if they’re having lunch together they eat out, because ordering/bringing food means they will still be busy focusing on work while having lunch at a desk. Usually Sans is the one who “pays”, his tab just keeps getting longer.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Red. He didn’t expect Sans to have such a big thing for it, but anything that can turn his bonefriend in to a mess of flustered magic is fine by him.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Sans. There are very good reasons he doesn’t drink as much as Red.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Sans. Red thinks it’s ridiculous until Sans shows him the comedic possibilities.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Both. They can’t resist spoiling each other.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Sans gets hungrier because of his size, but he will often go without breakfast because of his work schedule. Red thinks this is fucking stupid, and will force him to sit down and eat with him.

Remembers anniversaries: Both of them, but Red gets embarrassed when Sans calls him out on it. Their anniversary presents/dates are lowkey but sentimental, and even if it doesn’t seem like much, both of them are very happy with it.

Brings up having kids first: I can’t really see either of them doing this for a long time. If I had to pick it would probably be Sans, and even then it would be in the context of him having a heat/breeding rut and making sure Red knows what he’s in for.

Kills the bugs: Either one of them. They both have many fears, but none of them are insect related.

First to define them as a couple: Red. In his head he counted it for a long time, but once he and Sans have gone on their first date, he makes sure anyone interested in his boyfriend knows they’re in for a bad time.

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: While they both have hangups, I’m gonna say Red. He’s already seen as “weak” in underfell because of his size, so he’s worried about being vulnerable. When he sees Sans is chill, he manages to open up a little more, but Sans is still finding things out.

Snorts while laughing: Red and he hates it. Sans would tell him it’s cute, but that would just annoy him even more.

[uwustray28]

Chapters: 6/?

Fandom: Undertale (Video game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), Kustard

Summary: Red woke up in a really fucked-up state. He was suffering from a hangover, lying in Grillby’s dumpster, and he likely couldn’t even make it home on his own. How could life get any worse?

He found the answer to that question the moment Grillby stepped into the alleyway.

His life was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

Ao3 Links:

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 ||

Chapter One Under the Cut

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“Urrg...”

 Red groaned as he faded in and out of consciousness. He tried to open his eyes at some point, but he found he couldn’t. His head felt ready to implode, and his body was as heavy as lead. He didn’t know where he was or how he got there. If he could think clearly for just a moment, he would have written the whole scenario off as a bad hangover, but he wasn’t doing a great job at playing Einstein right now. Painstakingly, he managed to lift his hand and bring it to his eyes, vainly trying to block out the light pouring through his eyelids. He grumbled when he accidentally dislodged something in the process, wincing as whatever it was fell to the ground and shattered. It sounded like some sort of bottle.

 As much as he wanted to lie here forever, the danger of not knowing where he was couldn’t be taken lightly. He braced himself and gave a half-assed attempt to lift himself up. A tremor ran through him, his breath went shallow, and pain shot up his spine, but he managed to lift himself into a sitting position, at least. Red forced himself to crack his eyes open, and he let the light scorch them while he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

 Well, to start, he was in an alleyway lying in a trash can. Alright. He wasn’t in immediate danger, at least. He glanced down. The can he was in was decently small and rusted from years of use, and at the moment, it was overflowing with trash (if you counted Red.) The concrete around the line of trash cans was surprisingly clean, minus the fact that a ketchup bottle was shattered at the base of the can he sat in. That must have been what he knocked loose. He rubbed his eyes and straightened his spine, taking a deep breath.

 The air smelled of burnt food, plastic, wood; Just burnt shit in general. Were those spices he smelled..? Ugh, he thought as he registered the familiar smells around him. Grillbz must’ve got tired of my shit and tossed me in the dump after I blinked out.

 He heard a click from behind him and grinned as a familiar crackling confirmed his suspicions. This was the third time this month he’s been thrown out here, he should be used to this by now. The asshole was probably here to dump garbage on ’em and yell at him to go home before he sicked the dogs on ’em. At least he didn’t call his bro on ’em anymore; this was better by a long shot. When he heard the door shut behind the fire monster, he shuffled up and shoved his legs over the side of the can, waving off the figure behind him. “I know th’ drill bud, ’m leavin’, so don’t sweat it..” he muttered in his normal raspy tone. His vision grew hazy as he tried to lift himself over the can and onto solid ground, so he stopped. He felt weak and wasn’t sure if he could get home in one piece this time. Paps would be mad as hell if he had to rush over here to get him in the middle of cooking breakfast, though, so he had to try at least.

 “Sans?!” The voice behind him choked out. He almost forgot Grillby was there, he was so caught up worrying over his bro. Something sounded off, though…

 “‘Sup-” He started, snapping his gaze to the fire monster who was now standing behind him, much closer than he was comfortable with. His vision focused, and a chill ran up his spine. That isn’t Grillbz, the fuck? The figure stood there, worry and shock written across his face. Everything about this screamed ‘run.’

 The stranger’s flames flickered over him in a reddish-orange glow. His frame was wiry and small. His glasses lacked Grillby’s characteristic crack. Whenever one of the imposter’s hands came down and firmly held Sans’ shoulder, the heat didn’t begin to melt the bone. Sans was staring blankly and putting his terror on an HD display, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

 “W-Who.. the fuck..” he sputtered, shrinking in on himself and cursing as his magic didn’t form or work. He couldn’t even take a shortcut. He was screwed. He needed to run, hide, something, this wasn’t right, but his limbs refused to listen to him, and he stood stalk still, frozen.

 The fire monster looked worried, but Red didn’t trust it. He saw past that facade in a damn second. When the fire monster started to slip his hand under his legs, probably to fucking carry him, Red snapped. “G-Get the fuck away from me!” he shouted, weakly summoning a bone and aiming for the bartender’s neck.

 “W-Wait! I only wish to help, Sans, please, let me-” The bartender halted and abruptly pulled back, a flaming hand still lingering on his shoulder. He looked surprised or disturbed by something. Red hesitated, the bone he summoned on the verge of deforming. “Your tooth..” The flame mumbled, looking puzzled as he stared at the golden fang. He subconsciously lifted his hand to hold Red’s chin, and the skeletal monster panicked. He jerked his arm away quickly, and the momentum sent him and the trash can falling backwards.

 His skull collided with the pavement with a sickening *CRACK.* He must have used his formed attack at some point during the encounter, because the last thing he heard as his vision faltered was flames powerfully roaring in anguish and a distant voice shouting.

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 “Sans, what the actual FUCK is that thing?!” Grillby all but shrieked. The usually composed bartender was struggling with his composure.

 Sans sighed, knowing he would have to come up with some sort of an answer. Silence would only fuel the bartender’s fear. He went with his classic, truthful response. “i dunno.” Grillby glared over his shoulder. Guess that was the wrong answer.

 Sans shrugged it off and focused on prying out the dense bone lodged in his friend’s shoulder. Though he wasn’t doing it on purpose, his sockets were eerily void, and Grillby couldn’t read his friend’s blank expression. “let’s talk about this later, grillbz.” His flames crackled, and he nodded in hesitant agreeance. What other option does he have?

 Meanwhile, Sans set out the evidence out in his head, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation. Point one, Grillby found this guy outside in the trash. Point two, he was clearly drunk last night. That’s the only two points that made any sense. Point three, he looks exactly like me. Sans shook his head. He couldn’t get over that. All of this lined up perfectly and explained his recent research and findings, but... He never thought one of his craziest throwaway theories would slap him right in the face. He always had subconsciously thought the disruption he detected in the universe was a fluke or caused by a misuse of his powers. Despite that, the cards were popping up aces, and his doppelganger was physical proof of the theory he studied and feared: The existence of a Multiverse. This had to be one of his fucked up nightmares, or he’s lost it for real this time. There’s no way this is reality, right..?

 Sans grunted and gave the bone one last rough jerk in a final attempt to dislodge the bone. He immediately regretted it when it roughly popped out of the flames and despawned, causing Grillby to cry out weakly. They quickly clasped a burning cloth over Grillbz’ wounded shoulder and told him to take a breather. After ensuring his friend would be fine, he left the kitchen and drifted over to the roughed-up skeleton on the couch. He looked miserable. Soon after Sans found the two, Grillby stopped him from attacking and strongly insisted in wrapping the trembling figure in a blanket and hauled him upstairs into the fire monster’s suite. After surrounding him with a generous amount of throws and making sure his HP wouldn’t falter, his hands were tightly bound with rope. Better not risk it, right?

 The hungover skeleton looked exactly like him. Did he even need to explain how creepy that was? Thankfully, though, there were a few noticeable differences that made San’s horror bearable. To start, while his magic was blue, this guy’s magic was a dark crimson, a shade reminiscent of blood. He bore a large crack in his skull that drug through his socket and ended a little below his right eye, and the bone in that region was still sharp. It had to be a fresh wound, one that Sans couldn’t have survived with his HP as it is. To his credit, the guy had a great sense of fashion. His clothing looked identical to Sans’s, minus the fact that the other chose to don red variants. And, he wore a... Collar? This all goes without mentioning the sharpened golden tooth jutting out of his mouth, looking all too practical for comfort. it’s better to ignore it , Sans decided.

 “so. what are we going to do with ’em, grillbz?”

 The bartender poked his head out from the kitchen, his flames dimming, and a smokey sigh leaving him when the question was posed.

 “Well..” He sighed. “.....I don’t know. He had no malicious intent.” Sans raised an eyebrow. Looking at the rough, terrifying figure under him, this seemed unlikely at best.

 “explain the bone, then, bud.”

 Grillby ran his hand through his hair and huffed as he thought to retrieve a bag of wood chips from under a kitchen counter. probably comfort food, Sans thought, waiting patiently for an explanation. Grillby tossed a chip in his ‘mouth’ and finally answered.

 “...He was scared, and I pushed his boundaries. He told me to back up, and I failed to.” Grillby averted his gaze. “I shouldn’t have gotten so close.”

 Sans couldn’t help but chuckle, and Grillby shot him a glare. “wow, really put the heat on him. that’s one way to get your ass kicked.” The fire monster narrowed his eyes, and Sans chuckled. “’m kiddin’. so, uh, next question. should we try to wake him up..?”

 Grillby paused to contemplate this, but before he could respond, a groan came from the couch, and Sans nearly jumped out of his skin.

 “speak of the devil,” Sans murmured, turning his attention to the figure next to him as Grillby strode out of the kitchen.

 Red was still partially asleep and felt even worse than before. If his head didn’t ache earlier, it sure as hell did now. There was a sharp pain collecting in the back of his skull. Did I fall...? He pessimistically wondered, gasping as he felt a cloth press against the back of his head. It hurt like hell, but he was too tired and hurt to protest. The pain slowly began to fade, and confusion set in as he noticed a new, unfamiliar tingle flooded his senses. Is someone healing me...?

 After a small while, the cloth left his head, as did the odd feeling it brought with it. His pain had subsided into a minor headache by the time his unknown ally was done with their shenanigans, and he felt slightly less shitty.

 As soon as he felt mentally strong enough to put up with the shit going on outside of his own head, he opened his eyes. He immediately wished he kept them shut.

 Standing in front of him was someone who looked exactly fucking like him. And behind him was… O h fuck. He mentally swore, his eyelights shrinking to pinpricks that focused on the flame standing behind his doppelganger. It was the imposter from the dump. He didn’t look particularly angry, but he was holding a rag of some sort to his shoulder, and a large area around where he was focusing the pressure burned dark red. It was pretty clear to Red that he had a decent aim, even while nearly passing out. It was even more clear to him that this was suddenly not a good thing. Terror fueled him, and he jerked back. He tried to get up, only to find his hands were tied behind him. I’m fucked. He stood stock-still and said a silent prayer to every makeshift deity he could think of. His gaze nervously flicked between the duo in front of him.

 “U-Uh-” He started to speak, only to break down into raspy, soul-shaking coughs that had him reeling. His throat felt like someone had raked a crowbar down the length of it. He didn’t know a hangover could leave him this bad off. He felt something touch his shoulder and jerked, appreciative that whatever it was didn’t linger.

 “hey, take it easy, buddy!” a voice distantly spoke to him. By the time he had finished coughing, tears had welled up in his eyes, and the figure above him had shifted to kneel on the floor, hesitantly hovering his hand over his shoulder. He silently gave in and let the hand rest on his shoulder without issue. Why the hell are these guys so damn touchy?

 Red took time to observe his captors as the monster above him began to rub comforting circles with his thumb. He didn’t feel half as terrified as he did a couple minutes ago, considering the two hadn’t yet hurt him, a good sign.

 The skeleton standing before him was, well... HIM. He was a living, blue-tinted replica of yours truly. He really could replace Red, if it wasn’t for the fact that he looked like a total wimp. He was quick to notice. No scars, no cracks... Hell, he doesn’t even file his teeth down! His jacket screamed “softy,” and his gaze was so relaxed... Damn, how has the lucky bastard not been dusted? He thought, He doesn’t even try to look tough.

 His thoughts were interrupted as the monster above him cleared his throat, straightened his back, and lifted his hand off his shoulder to shove it in his pocket. You’d never hear Red admit it, but... He missed the comfort as soon as it left.

 “so. who the hell are you?” The skeleton suddenly looked a lot more serious, Red noted. His sockets were now void, a trick Red often used to look threatening. He found it looked even more unsettlingly on someone who previously looked harmless. He’d be a damn liar to say it didn’t scare him.

 “Sans. Be kinder, would you not?” A voice muttered from behind him. The walking night light was leaning against the kitchen’s door frame and staring daggers at his friend. “ Sans ?”

 They both turned their attention back to him, and he realized he had spoken aloud. “uh, yep. comic sans g. 01 snowdin ave. 272-9787. any other info ya need, or are you going to start spilling your own?” A hint of amusement crossed his face as he spoke, but it was short-lived when he saw Red’s expression.

 “You’re shitting me,” Red muttered, squinting skeptically. He must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because he sure as hell felt like one.

 “nope.” The skeleton’s grin didn’t falter.

 “There’s no fucking way-” He was interrupted by a hand clasping onto his arm and making him choke on his words. His shoulder was squeezed. Hard.

 “look. i don’t like threatening anyone. but, if you don’t offer up some info soon, we’ll have to get the royal guar-”

 “My name is Sans,” He spat out, his glare boring into the other’s skull. “And I don’t know who the hell you think you are, ‘Sans,’ but call the royal guard and my brother wil-” He saw the glint of anger in the other’s eyes as he was cut off, again.

 “i don’t believe you,” the other snarled, his iron grip tightening again. His scapula would crack with any more pressure.

 This was quickly escalating into a heated argument, and Red could see the fire monster behind them start to walk over to them. His expression was unreadable. Panic raced through his system, and his blood was boiling, so he blurted out the last thing he could think of before Grillby could make it closer. “Run a fucking check then, bonehead!” He yelled, surprising his questioner and driving both him and the flame behind him back a little. The grip on his shoulder loosened.

 “you’re lying.” his captor scoffed, his voice filled to the brim with uncertainty.

 Red’s voice came out raspy and low, bluntly carrying the gravity of his request.

 “call my bluff, then.”

 After a couple of intense moments of Sans staring him down and trying to get him to break, he felt the familiar prod against his soul as his stats were displayed for all to see.

               SANS 1 ATK 1 DEF

            * Tibia honest, He’s not finding this very humerus.

 As the pair in front of him stared at his stats in horror, he took the opportunity to slip his own check in on his imposter. There was no way he was who he said he was, no fucking way. Whenever ‘Sans’ didn’t resist the check, though, doubt crept in. This HAD to be a facade, right…?

               SANS 1 ATK 1 DEF

            * He’s chilled to the bone.

 Dead silence filled the room. The only sound present was the soft crackle of Grillby’s flames, and even then, you could still hear a pin drop. Finally, Red tore his eyes from Sans’ stats. He couldn’t fathom what was happening, and he could feel his breath grow heavier as dread set in. He probably would have given into his terror and cried then and there, should his newfound clone not have spoken up.

 “wh- there has to be an explanation for this. uh... dear deltarune, fuck, i... i have a theory, if you’re willing to humor it... “

 “W-Well, talus then, we don’t have all day,” Red snapped. He was hoping a bad pun would either lift the tension between the two or hide his fear, both if he was lucky. He usually defaulted to his shitty jokes in these situations anyway, but going by the slight smirk Grillby conjured, they might have just worked in his favor for once.

 At first, Sans just stared at him dumbly. Most of his brainpower seemed to still be on the situation at hand, and rightly so. The gears in his head were slowly turning as if he couldn’t register the fact that Red just used a pun . Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a smile quickly spread across his face. He was trying his hardest to hold back his laughter. Red saw the look in his newfound friend’s eyes and cracked a sly grin, relieve flooding him as he realized his scheme to ease the tension worked flawlessly.

 Sans gave in and snorted, and the room erupted into laughter. Neither of them did well with tense situations, so once the opportunity came to break the tension, the two couldn’t help but laugh like damned idiots at the stupidest thing. Even Grillby let out a bemused chuckle, though he really just found it funny how easily entertained and distracted the two skeletons in front of him were. Soon, Red was out of breath, and his ribs ached from laugher, but he was thrilled to finally find someone who appreciated puns as much as he did. Truthfully, he didn’t expect a stupid joke to work so well, though, he guesses he knows himself better than anyone. Sans was still reeling minutes later. His booming, breathy laughter was absolutely contagious to Red. He couldn’t help himself and started laughing yet again, disregarding his sore throat. Sans’ gasped and looked up at him, tears forming in his eyes. He clasped his hand onto Red’s knee in an attempt to steady himself, but his efforts were in vain. He was laughing maniacally as soon as Red gave another rough chuckle, throwing them both into howling laughter once again. The pun wasn’t even that funny, Sans knew, but laughter is notoriously contagious, and Red’s hearty barks nearly made it addictive. It took several minutes for them to both calm down, and when they did, it was only because they were both too exhausted to continue on as they were.

 It took much longer than it should have, but they both gained their composure enough to form actual words instead of gaspy wisps of what were supposed to be syllables.

 “w- hahaha, wh-whew jeez. i haven’t laughed that hard in years!” Sans gasped out, rubbing the tears out of eyes with his sleeve. He didn’t notice the near-sadistic grin his pal had plastered on.

“‘Guess you could say..” Sans snickered, and Red nearly broke up. Both of them knew the classic punchline, but it didn’t make it any less funny. “‘M-M pretty humerus?”

 Red was definitely trying to break his rib cage. It took 10 more minutes for them to compose themselves after that one. If anyone in Snowdin was trying to sleep in today, the punny duo no doubt ruined any chance of that.

 “My ribs hurt, Dear Asgore,” Red finally gasped out. A dark red flush stained his face, and for once, his smile was genuine. Undoubtedly strained from half an hour of laughter with a sore throat, but geniune. He might actually pass out again if, Asgore forbid, Sans’ had puns of his own.

 “that’s probably a spine that we should stop, buddy.” Sans shot back with a wink. They both chuckled at that one. If they had the energy, no doubt, they would have fallen into hysterics, but both of them were flustered and gasping for air as it is. Red was very seriously questioning whether or not falling asleep then and there, in a stranger’s home with a guy he met an hour ago, would be smart . Exhaustion really did numbers on the guy.

 Red was lost in thought. He didn’t even notice Sans had got up until suddenly, the hand that was gently rubbing circles into his knee broke away. Hell, he didn’t even see Sans had rested his hand there in the first place, but his expression showed how much he missed it. He looked up at Sans and nearly choked when he saw him looking back at him with slight surprise, and... was that a fucking blush? They broke eye contact, and Sans quickly fled to the kitchen for a couple of minutes. Red shrugged the moment off and tried his best to forget it. But he couldn’t help but think. ‘M usually not that easy to read, the hell?

 Sans returned with two glasses of water and held one out to Red. “bone-appetite. y’ must really be tired after puns that skullful.” Sans smoothly changed the topic, and Red’s dignity was again saved by shitty puns.

 Red grinned. “Water ya talking about? I just went with the flow!” They both chuckled, and Red reached his hand out to take the water, only for them to both become acutely aware that he was still tied up.

 “oh uh, water boat i help ya there..” Sans said with a chuckle, setting down their drinks and summoning a sharp bone. He stopped and deformed the attack, however, when he noticed Red had tensed and looked startled. Red couldn’t stomach the feeling of being so vulnerable while Sans summoned an attack behind his back. They were both made very aware that they’ve known each other for an hour at most. Red’s magic couldn’t form like this. If Sans turned on him, he couldn’t get out of this one. But what choice did he have? If Sans was hostile, they surely would have fucking killed him by now, yeah? Red forced himself to relax and put on a strained smile when he saw the blue monster hesitate and start to disintegrate his magic entirely.

 “Ah, just... D-Dew what you need to bud, it’s not like I Current-ly have another Wave outta this..!” Red chuckled dryly, trying to mask his fear with humor. He knew Sans saw right through him. After eying him warily, though, the blue skeleton reformed the bone he was holding. He looked much more hesitant than before.

 “‘ey, uh, don’t be a total beach after i cut ya loose, yeah...? heh heh, i-i’d rather not end up driftwood, y’know,” Sans muttered, placing one hand firmly against Red’s back and lining the bone’s edge against the rope. He was stalling. Red’s hesitation gave him the time and reason to rethink things. After all, why would he want to cut loose a random stranger who attacked his friend? Because he likes his puns? Grillby said he had no ill intent, but is it possible Red’s intentions aren’t as innocent as they seem…?

 “Why would I..? Dam, I’m not that Shallow! J-Just get me loose before I get rope burn, would ya?” Red said with a nervous chuckle. He was becoming increasingly aware of the distrust and fear Sans’ was beginning to show towards him, and it was fueling his own anxiety. Seeing as he was turned on his stomach and a sharp bone was prodding at his wrists, his supposed pal’s hesitation wasn’t doing much to quell his distress. Sans took a deep breath and jerked up on the bone he was gripping, shredding through the rope and freeing his potentially dangerous clone before he could overthink it.

 He didn’t take his hand off Red’s back for another couple seconds, eventually removing it when Red cleared his throat. He busied himself with grabbing their waters as Red sat up and examined his wrists. He tried to convince himself to put a bit of trust in his newfound ‘friend,’ but he found he couldn’t let him out of his sights without fear spiking through him.

 “Wow, uh... Sew, y’gonna hand me my water, or knot?” He said with a nervous laugh. Sans caught on.

 “Oh, I’m a fraid I can’t.” He semi-calmly replied as he held the water just out of Red’s reach.

 “I’d fight you for it, but’m a bit wrapped up here, y’know.” He clasped his wrists together and let a stray piece of rope hang over them, dramatically holding them up for Sans to see. He was helplessly bound.

 Sans chuckled and brushed the rope off Red’s wrists with a single swipe, finally handing him his water. “i’d try to best that, but im a bit too underprepped to keep up with a pun master like you.”

 Red grabbed his water from the other’s hands and grinned, “Let’s call this one a tie, yeah?”

 “haha, yeah.”

 Sans sat down on the coffee table across from Red, seemingly a lot more comfortable with him now.

 Silence drew between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Sans stared down into his cup, while Red studied the room around them. He considered asking where the walking bonfire went, but seeing as he was ‘Grillby,’ apparently, he probably had a bar to run.

 Before he could think more about the twisted doppelganger situation and what the fuck any of this meant, Sans spoke up. “so, uh... wouldn’t really do to be calling each other sans and sans all the time. Might as well start coming up with nicknames for each other.”

 Red pondered it. It definitely made sense, even if what he should call himself and... himself, wasn’t a top priority at the moment. But, it was just in his nature to procrastinate the more significant issues and focus on the small ones, wasn’t it?

 “Fair point. Ah, nicknames, let’s see..” Red thought a moment, then cracked a smile.

 “Heh... I’d name ya after my favorite elements, but you aren’t exactly copper or tellurium, buddy.” Red mused, setting his cup down. He expected his counterpart to take longer to get his half-assed, poor excuse for a joke, but nope, Sans snorted as soon as the words left his mouth. Must be a science nerd.

 “wow, is that a nice way of calling me ugly?” Sans raised an eyebrow as he slumped back and shoved his hands into his pockets. “i can still dump you back in the trash, y’know.”

 “Pssh, drama queen,” Red rolled his eyes and took another swig from his glass.

 “hm.. how ’bout i call ya red? it suits ya pretty well.” Sans hummed, an earnest half-grin spreading across his face. Red snickered.

 “‘Red?’ Really? Pahaha, What are we, In 5th grade, color coding our notes again?” Red barked out in a dry chuckle.

 “it’s on the nose, fits ya well, and it’s gonna be damningly hard to forget. what? not good enough for ya? alright then bud, since you don’t like red, would you rather me call you jerry? those are your options, choose wisely.”

 Red paused. Use the half-assed third-grader-esk name he was offered, or... Uck, Jerry... He would have taken his time to decide if Sans hadn’t started humming Jeopardy music.

 “Ugh, alright, alright, whatever. Red it is.”

 Sans halted his humming and chuckled, flashing a lazy thumbs up. “so, any idea what you’d wanna call me, or are we gonna go with ‘sans 2?’”

 Red flashed him a toothy grin. “Sans 2 isn’t too shitty of a name, y’ know. It’s on the nose and fits well, and will be damningly hard to forget. ‘Sides, makes room for me to tell people ‘I was so damn great, they had to make a sequel!’” Sans broke off into choked laughter, and Red shook his head and chuckled into his next sentence. “Look, I’ll just get used to callin’ ya Sans, and you can just call me Red, ‘ight?”

 “well, nice to meet ya then, red.” He extended his hand, and Red stared quizzically at the alien gesture. “what? don’t ya know how to greet a new pal?” Red personally thought a handshake was out of place and overly formal, but there was no harm in the gesture. Sans’ half-lidded gaze showed nothing of his intentions. Red took his hand and shook it, confusion written on his face...

 Until he heard the familiar wheeze of a whoopie cushion erupt from their joint grip.

 Suffice to say, Red laughed more that day than he had in his entire life.

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Authors’ note:

couldn’t figure out a lotta stuff, plus im on mobile, so i did 10x more work than probably needed, including formatting every single line for tumblr���s dumb html system. your welcome.

[maxladcomics]

Cash seals the ruins entrance so a human can never enter. 

The King can’t keep his promise anymore so the monsters become more productive. Everything is better.

Everyone suddenly loses their wallets. (yes that’s a minecraft sword)

The end.

( ͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒) NO PLZ DON’T DELETE MY ACCOUNT- I-

....I can’t say it even as a joke. 

CAN I SAY KICKING HIM IS SHOWING LOVE AND JUST DO THAT- PLZ ANON. PLZ DON’T DLETE ME

NO YOU’RE RIGHT. CASH COUNTS AS SANS SO HERE’S SOME KUSTARD. YOU’RE RIGHT IT’S THE BEST EVER AND I’M GONNA SHIP IT FOREVVEERR THANK YOU ANON ♡(｡￫ˇ艸￩)

MAXY MOOOOO??? (Best new nickname ok)

IM SRY ANON BUT THIS IS A  👏 CHRISTIAN  👏 TUMBLR. 

SO EVEN IF I LUUURV (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥ CASH SANS, I CAN’T DRAW THAT FOR YOU (̥ ̥��́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥

[noffy96]

Kustard kid fic

Decided to add something to my 'Back Home' Series. Red is panicking about seeing his young son battle.

that was the whole premise. hope you all enjoy

Also Nicecreamguy/Burgerpants are here. Finally getting into this part of the story as well.

First Encounters

Word count: 6,210

Chapter 1/1

Summary:

He had to suppress another chuckle. It’s kinda funny their fight was basically seeing which of their parents was better. Also, it was kinda sweet to hear what they found cool about each of them.

“That’s it! I challenge you to a duel!” The young cat monster declared

“I accept!” Nova quickly answered with no hesitation

He felt himself freeze, as he heard those words, the grin dropping from his face as he stared at the two kids.

or

The first time a monster has a monster battle is very important. Battels is how you show affection between friends. With friendly magic attacks Their son was now at the age where he and his classmates would have them. Red had expected to hear his happy son’s ramblings about it…not see it happen. And he isn’t quite sure how to feel…seeing his 5-year-old fight

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He stepped out of the shortcut about a block away from the school. Slowly meandering his way towards the crowd of parents picking up their children. He looked through the crowd if he spotted Sansy.

Nova would hopefully be thrilled that he was here to pick him up as well. He wondered what he had got up today. It was a Friday, so that meant free picking of activities. Which also meant, one of three things. Nova had gotten to play with the Sandbox, so his clothes needed to be washed. He did some painting again..which also meant the clothes needed to be washed. Or he played tag with the other children…

Well, it basically meant that Friday was the day that his son came out very messy and in need of a shower. But also with a big grin on his face, and maybe even a project he had worked on. And he was excited to see what it was this time.

He finally saw Sans leaning on the fence of the playground around the school talking with Napstablook. The smile on his face came a bit easier, and some tension melted away, stepping up beside his husband, wrapping an arm around him.

The collar around his own neck let out a pleasant hum, as he nodded towards the shy ghost. Who had seen him do this enough times, that he only turned a tiny bit transparent, instead of up and disappearing completely.

And he tuned into their conversation.

“Sooo….yeaaah.. We hope… we can get Dawn…enrolled… next year.”

“Yeah, I think it will be fine pal,” Sans responded.

“And if for some reason it doesn't work out, look for me at Grillby's on Wednesdays, Me and Red still have some stuff for when we were looking into clubs for Nova”

Blooky nodded happily

“Thank…youuu….you really are…kind….you…still play…trombone…at Grilby’s?”

His mate laughed.

“The whole reason I am there,”

then leaned forward to the shy ghost

“And if you and Shyren even wanna perform, just say the word,”

The shy ghost turned more transparent

“Ohh….nooo… I dunno.. I have to go….my friend….meeting…nice..to see you…Bye, Sans…Bye Red”

He raised his other arm and waved, as Napstablook floated towards the school, where a teacher seemed to be waiting for him.

“So, him and Shyren settling down after Mettanton's next tour?” he asked his husband who had crossed his arms to lean more on the fence.

“Looks like it, don’t wanna be touring all over, with their kid growing up. They want them to have friends”

He nodded. Nova was starting to make his own friends, and it was a joy to see. These would be people that he chose himself. And not. Happenstance cause they are the only couple of their age group around the block. Or within their parents' friends circle with kids which weren't many. But people his own age he could relate to and hang with. Still limited to a small class size of course but more choices than he ever had

He had heard all kinds of names come and go these first few weeks. But not yet a consistent name. Nova seemed to play with someone new every day, and he was happy to see that his son was so social. Even as it made nerves crawl at his spine sometimes.

Sans gave a short soft squeeze at his spine. Right. Nothing to worry about.

“I never get why, he is so nervous about performing at the bar, they perform for millions with Mettaton” he continued their conversation instead. Gesturing towards where Napstablook had disappeared

Sans shrugged, leaning more against him.

“Maybe it’s cause it is filled with familiar faces”

He let out a hum.

“So, how come you so early?”

The other asked while leaning over to peck his cheek.

“The workers installing the new airco for the server room came early. So we shut down so that they could start. And then we could hopefully get everything back online today instead of tomorrow”

Sans hummed.

“ Will That be your job later?”

He shook his head

“Nah, it’s Frank’s, only on call in case something goes wrong”

Sans straightened himself. And they both noticed the small heads of the children in front of the windows. He noticed children sitting next to the window peeking outside every now and then, looking for their parents instead of paying attention. It made his heart grin. He had barely any memories of going to school himself. He was sure that he did at some point, but mostly it had been Gaster teaching him.

He wouldn’t have stood for being distracted, He saw one kid stare at him through the window. Probably staring at his prosthetic arm, He leaned more on the fence bringing it more into view. Slowly swaying it back and forth. Seeing the kid follow it with his eyes. Then the kid snapped his head back. Looks like he was caught by the teacher.

Sans chuckled,

“You shouldn’t distract them”

He shrugged in response

“Not my fault, they think my arm is cool looking”

“Fair enough”

There was a brief silence, then was filled by the gentle buzz of other parents' conversations that he half paid attention to.

“By the way, Is Blue still coming over later? “ he asked remembering suddenly

“As far as I know, yes “

“So Taco’s tonight?”

“Unless our brothers bring leftovers, yes.”

“Sweet, it’s been a while”

It really had been. Blue had been back in underswap for a while. Having missed some bestie time with his Alphys. Stretch had certainly missed his younger brother. And Edge and Pap had been very busy between work and the twins. It helped of course that Stretch stayed home. But two young monsters that started to develop their magic? It had been hard with just one. The guy deserved some relaxation

“Probably means Nova gotta bath twice today”

“Wow, it would be the lowest record, we’ve set in months, Ow..Hey!”

His husband had shoved him out of his personal space

“Behave you”

He gave a gentle shove back. His lover rolled his eyes at him, as they got interrupted by the school bell.

They both straightened themselves and walked closer to the gate, waiting for their son. More and more children walked by. And as the minutes ticked on…he was slowly growing more worried

“I think I saw some of his classmates…”

He pointed out.

“Yeah…he might still be inside?” Sans stated but it came out more of a confused question

Why tho…? went through his mind

There were still quite a few people around…but most were parents with older kids.

“One more minute..and then we check?”

He asked, sticking his hands in his hoodie and Sans gave a nod of agreement Nova probably got talking with a classmate..it happened last time he was late. They were both probably worrying about nothing. But maybe he got in trouble with the teacher?

“Okay,...let’s go”

He gave a nod and followed behind Sans. Slowly they made their way through the hallways, some of the older kids running by. As their son's classroom came into sight, at the door was Toriel taking to two other adults. A blue bunny monster and an orange cat monster.

Oh, that is the guy that sold the Nicecreams. And the guy that used to sell the burgers at MTT resort back underground. At least…he looked like a grown-up version of that kid from his dimension. And unlike Stretch and Blues Home. Most lookalikes were pretty one-to-one here.

Toriel turned to face us

“Oh, Sans, Red, good to see you both”

She greeted the both of them with a warm smile, She didn’t seem to be panicking so that was a good sign. Nova was likely still here. But he also knew the boss monster poker face could be really good.

“Hey, Tori, Nova hasn’t shown up yet, is he still here”

Sans asked her with an air of familiarity that some people found rude to speak with the former queen. No matter how long it has been or how she insists that people act casually.

The boss monster gave a nod, and he felt his own chest ease

“Yes he is, I made him help clean up, as he and Roman have been getting into some spats all day”

The Nicecream guy smiled apologetically

“I am so sorry for the trouble miss Toriel”

She turned to the other pair of parents with the same patient smile.

“Oh don’t be dear, It’s a good teaching moment, and your kids aren't the first, and won’t certainly be the last,”

“What made them start fighting?”

He asked her. As far as he knows. Nova hadn’t gotten into any fights before today. Well nothing more than what could have been resolved at the end of the day Toriel made a sound between a sigh and a chuckle

“Roman was convinced someone had stepped on his cape. Nova pointed out it actually got stuck between some bags. And basically been a back and forth ever since, nobody could back up either one of them”

The orange monster nudged his partner.

“Told you the cape was a bad idea”

The blue one rolled his eyes in response. They got interrupted by shouting coming from the classroom they stood in front of.

“No, I AM not!”

That was their son's voice.

“Yes you are, you are just jealous!”

Came a different child's voice

“Noooo!”

“Yess!"

They all glanced inside as Toriel sighed, and stated the rather obvious.

“They are it again”

The five of them walked into the classroom. And in the center of the room were the two children. Nova seemed to have thrown a rag on the ground, the sleeves of his dark purple hoodie a bit wet from cleaning. Across him was a blue-haired cat monster. Who was wearing what looked like a handmade prince costume. Complete with a handmade paper crown and a toy sword. And of course, as indicated before. There was a bright red cape strapped to his shoulders

Toriel stepped forward and spoke up using her teacher's voice.

“Boy’s, this doesn’t look like cleaning”

Both boys crossed their arms and looked embarrassed.

“But miss Toriel.” Nova started

“No Nova, It doesn’t matter who started it, you were supposed to work together”

Nova crossed his arms again and sent a glare to the side. His eyes looked back every once in a while like Sans also does when he is frustrated.

“I am not working together with someone who calls me a poopyhead” he muttered

And the other kid let out a loud gasp

“Well, I am not working with someone who calls me a dumdum!”

He puffed out his chest as he turned away. Nova turned back in response All of them tried to hold back some giggles at their children's small argument and childish insults. As Nova turned back around angrily. Getting right back to the argument

“Well, maybe you should listen to Miss Toriel. So I don't need to repeat it"

“And last time I checked, you aren’t Miss Toriel so I don’t gotta listen to you”

The blue monster stuck out his tongue

“Yeah you do, I am older!” Nova argued

“I am taller!” Roman responded

“My pops is friends with Miss Toriel” Nova pointed at Sans who could only shake his head in amusement

“Well my dad makes ice cream, which is way better” The child waved his arms toward the blue bunny monster next to them

“Kids” Toriel spoke up. Trying to cut in between their arguments. But both kept going

“My dad has a cool robotic arm,” Nova said pointing at him

“My papa wrote Mettaton's best play!” The blue-haired child said pointing at the orange one of his two fathers

“My dad's a better fighter!”

“My dad taught me how to fight!”

“Pops did too!”

“Oh yeah! Bet you are bad at it!”

“nu-uh!“

“Ye-ah!”

“Children, please” Toriel sighed impatiently

He had to suppress another chuckle. It’s kinda funny their fight was basically seeing which of their parents was better. Also, it was kinda sweet to hear what they found cool about each of them.

“That’s it! I challenge you to a duel!” The young cat monster declared

“I accept!” Nova quickly answered with no hesitation

He felt himself freeze, as he heard those words, the grin dropping from his face as he stared at the two kids. Beside him, the Nicecreamguy stepped forward.

“Roman come now, there is no need for that"

"Actually I think it's a great idea!" Toriel said. And everyone in the room turned to gape at her.

“You mean that Miss Toriel? "

The young cat monster asked, stars seeming to fill his eyes

“of course my child, I think it would be a good opportunity for the both of you"

Toriel said while continuing to smile kindly. Meanwhile, the feelings of dread didn't subside The young cat monster let out a small cheer and then pointed at Nova with a sneer.

"You will taste my crushing defeat, you foul beast"

Foul beast!?! What kind of language was that? No monster called another one a beast unless they wanted to be like the humans that still tried to drive them back underground. He was shocked at the kid's language but was even more surprised when Nova only rolled his eyes. Was this kind of behavior normal?!

Then the orange cat monster that stood next to him spoke up gruffly

"Roman! That was not very princely of you. Was it now?…you know better. What does a prince do?"

The kid's ears flattened and suddenly looked quite embarrassed. And inwardly he sighed as he felt Sans settle a hand on the low of his back.

"Always be kind, even when fighting you don't go for the same tactics as the villain"

The monster next to him nodded. While the blue-haired one let out a chuckle in between font and tired. Like this was something they had to deal with regularly

His eyes flicked between the kid and his parents. As he took in the uniform of the orange guy. It was of one of the employees of the theatre. And he started back at the child's costume. And it all just clicked

The kid was not a bully. Just a theater kid with the flair of the dramatic.

He looked at the kid again. The young child was probably just parroting what he heard from plays and movies Not yet fully realizing what all the things he said could mean. Luckily Nova didn't seem bothered by the name calling so he could let it slide.

"Tori, don't like to be the skeptical one. But you are sure this is safe?" Sans spoke up beside him as they all looked back up at the boss monster who simply clapped her hands together delighted.

"More than my good friend, I wouldn't suggest it, if it wasn't. But the classroom is hardly the place for a friendly battle. Let us go outside "

The grown-ups gave some skeptical looks all around and followed the two excited kids and boss monster outside to the outdoor field.

Toriel grabbed a stick from the ground and drew two lines in the sand. And directed both children behind one each. And both took their position, bouncing excitedly.

Toriel stood in the middle overlooking the would-be battlefield, addressing them all.

“Okay, I am laying out the rules. And if they are broken that means you have lost the duel. Understand boys?"

"Yes miss Toriel,” both boys said.

He shifted uneasily, as Toriel had herded the four of them behind her. A good view, but not one that could easily interfere with the battle. He could feel the nervous energy around them. He trusted this Toriel. She was kind and had taught many kids over the years. She knew what she was doing. Didn't mean he had to like it.

“First. We are only using magic attacks. No objects are to be picked up and thrown or any form of physical contact. Only throwing magic attacks Am I clear?".

Both boys nodded.

'We are just going for one point. So focus on dodging each other's patterns. So the first hit wins."

Nova nodded again. But slowly the other kid raised his hand.

"We…we are only trying to get a hit in…and not like…not take hp off right?"

He fidgets in place. Ears flicking back and forth.

"Because… I don't wanna … " the boy trailed off looking worried.

He gave a half smile, seemed he really misjudged that kid at first glance, man he was getting rusty. Or he was doing the overprotective parent thing again. Likely the latter.

But his son's response kinda shocked him

"What? Suddenly afraid to hurt me!? " Nova slapped his own chest. "Don't you dare underestimate me! I am sturdy!"

Sans sighed beside him. And he himself let out a little hopeless laugh. Sans seemed intent on speaking up. When Roman cut him off.

"We all know you got the lowest hp in our class! You may be a meanie but I don’t wanna send you to the hospital!"

The kid genuinely looked distressed. And it made something awkward stir in his chest. He knew how Nova felt about his low hp. He also hated what people thought of he, or sans for that matter were fragile for their single hp.

But it also soothed him that this kid was looking out for Nova. Probably aware of how much damage an attack could actually do and what that could mean. It was a rare trait to find, especially in kids.

The Nicecreamguy leaned over and nervously asked Sans.

"Sorry to ask like this…but how much hp, DOES he have?"

He turned to glare at the tall bunny. But was surprised by Sans strong hold on his spine and answering honestly before he could tell him to mind his own damm business.

"Five….and Roman?"

To his surprise, the blue guy let out a sigh of what seemed relief. While the orange cat looked mildly horrified.

"Thank goodness. The highest damage Ro can do is three. Then I ain't too worried and Roman sits at eighteen"

Wow…pretty high for a kid that age, he thought as the blue guy's partner stuttered.

"five…just five…? That's…"

He cut him off with a growl

"More than we thought he would ever have"

The cat's jaw clicked shut. And to his surprise, the bunny chuckled

"Don't worry Cal. If Sans could handle Papyrus's teenage energy with less hp than that. Then I am sure his son can too"

The orange monster stared between his own husband and Sans with wide eyes. And Sans gave a hearty chuckle

"Not just Paps. I remember you and your siblings chugging a few attacks my way back then as well Felix"

“Sucks to be the oldest.”

"Oi, you weren't the youngest either." Sans accused him and the blue bunny shrugged.

"Not the oldest either. So your brother got younger sibling solidarity"

The two of them gave each other what seemed a fist bump of understanding. While he and the orange guy just gave each other a look of mutual confusion.

He had personally never hanged with the bunny's back when he still was in Underfell. But then again. There had been a lot more territorial spats between the bunnies and dogs. Long before he and his brother ever arrived in Snowdin.

Here the two groups of monsters seemed to get along. At least from what he could tell when he visited Sans at Grilby's for his jig. But the dogs seemed to invite every and anyone into their game nights anyway.

They all looked up when Toriel coughed loudly.

“If the audience would be silent, we are about to begin.”

The woman had a small grin that told him that she was enjoying telling them off. Especially as the two kids snickered as well. It seemed the boss monster had managed to settle the situation between the kids as well as they had been talking.

Toriel turned fully back around.

“Any more questions?”

Both kids shook their heads and steadied themselves.

“Begin”

The soft pressure of a battle starting began to fill the air. And Nova had the first move, it surprised him for half a second before realizing it had been Roman who challenged him and not the other way around. Nova took a deep breath. Placing his hand on the ground, and summoning three small bones in a line sending them towards Roman.

He gave a proud groin as the summoned attacks held. And watched as the cat’s eyes widened but managed to jump over them easily. Responding with a simple round magic bullet most kids learn early on. It didn’t have a lot of speed so Nova stepped out of the way easily as well.

He was feeling a weird combination of tension and calm. He had the feeling he had to be looking everywhere. That everyone here was a threat, and could any second. Would step in and interrupt the battle. Making it much more dangerous.

He never really got used to the turn-based system they had here. But at the same time. Seeing how small and weak the kids' attacks still were. Made him ease. It was like seeing Nova roughhousing with kids in the neighborhood the first few times. Nervewerking sure. But you slowly learn when the play fighting stays that way or turns into actual fights.

A couple of turns passed like that. Both kids easily avoid each other's attacks. Both only used small white bullets. After Nova’s first attack. He wondered if Nova had tried to imitate their ‘strongest attack first’ strategy from stories he must have heard from his Uncles at this point.

It was Roman’s turn again. Who was looking at his paws frustrated. Beside him, he saw the blue Bunny’s arm rise up. Before being quickly halted, by his orange-haired partner.

“He gotta do it himself, Felix. No hints”

“Right…Right, sorry..”

Sans's hand had migrated from his spine to around his hips during the battle but was now warming itself inside his hoodie pocket right now. Where his own clenched fist was hidden.

He gave a quick glance at his husband, but when he felt the hand move in the limited space his grin turned up a grad.

Seemed the Blue guy next to them wasn’t the only one who was having trouble keeping down the hints. As he slowly intertwined their fingers together to stop the hand signs at all.

Roman let out a grow of frustration as he shot off another pattern of bullets. They were a bit more erratic As the frustrations messed with his aim. Nova managed to dodge out of the way of all of them, but only just so. The last one had nearly hit him. He stood still just in time for it to fly past him.

He felt his own soul almost jump out of his chest as he saw it nearly hit his son in the side. But somehow managed to not move an inch forward even though he really wanted to. Nova panted a few times with a scared look in his eyes. But then a grin overtook his face that reminded him of his own.

Nova was having fun.

Nova was having his first actual battle, and he was clearly having the time of his life.

“Almost Got me. But it aint good enough! Prepare yourself!” Nova Declared.

He took a deep breath. And Nova’s eye flashed for a second. Which made his soul thrum anxiously and excitedly. Nova spread his arms beside him and summoned two really big bones taller that were than himself. One on each end of the battlefield only leaving space in the middle to pass through. But it was smaller than Roman could fit.

Sweat was breaking out of his son's face. Struggling to keep the bones summoned. Then with all his might, he swung his arms forward making them move towards the blue cat boy. Nova was shivering as he did it. And they were not moving quickly at all. But Roman had nowhere to run. Unless he wanted it to count as fleeing

The kid's eyes looked scared for a brief moment. The parents beside them trembling with probably the same feelings of wanting to step in and interrupt. But then the young boy's eyes filled with determination. And what surprised everyone he ran towards the moving bones.

“Roman?!” The blue-haired father of the boy suddenly exclaimed in panic

“What is he?!” Sans muttered worriedly.

All of them had taken a step forward. But where stopped when Toriel had held her arm out. Making them all pause. He saw the young cat monster near the gap, Surprised that Nova didn’t let the wall fall at all. Out of exhaustion, surprise, or both. No, he was shaking badly. But he kept the attack up. Heels digging into the ground. His other eye started blazing as well with the magic input. Giving up a dark-blue nearly purple glow.

Roman got closer and closer. Then he jumped and twisted his body a bit. But then…Roman just…squeezed through the widest part near the top. His body seemed to morph into just a little so that he could slip through easily. He landed on all four of his limbs before standing up with a smile. His Crown has flown off in his sprint.

Beside him, he heard a loud groan and grew worried as the tall bunny fell to his knees hand over his heart.

“Shoot…right..he’s part cat..how do I keep forgetting”

His partner laughed at him. But it had been filled with anxiety. “Dunno babe, you’ve seen him slip through tighter spaces.”

“Uugh, kindly shut up love.” the taller one said as he got back up. Still shaking lightly

His own arms were trembling. But that exchange made him grin a bit. It seems the four of them were way more terrified then. The children and the teacher in front of them.

He stared back at the battle. Both boys were panting, and also slightly shaking. The end of the battle was approaching.

“My-My…My TURN!”

Roman said in between pants. Holding his hands together. Exclaiming a shout of triumph as he suddenly held something round and white in his hands. Seemingly having conjured his own attack this time. instead of the standard bullet.

"Take this!"

The blue cat threw whatever he had made. It was a bit powdery, and flakes were falling off.

“Huh..wait what?!” the kid seemed suddenly confused. Under what Roman had just thrown, patches of ice were forming where the flakes were landing.

But it mattered little as Roman was of course now closer than he had been before. Nova had no way of avoiding the incoming snowball and threw his hands up instinctively. Making a small bone appear and it was sent hurling towards Roman as well.

“Ah!"

"No!"

Nova hadn’t been quick enough to catch the snowball and it hit him square in the face making him fall backwards. At the same time, the young cat tried to step away from the accidentally thrown bone, slipped on his own ice landing face-first into the dirt.

The feeling of a battle stopped as they both hit the ground. All four of them quickly rushed forward. But before any words were spoken by the adults

Nova had sat back up with wide star eyes, looking towards his fallen-over opponent.

“Dude you can make snow?!”

The cat monster was slowly getting up but slipped again. Falling into the dirt again, with a little groan.

“Ow…ye-yeah?”

They all stood still as Nova quickly got up and rushed over to Roman to steady him as he got up a second time. There was some dirt stuck to his fur, but he seemed fine

“That is so cool! You can have a snowball fight every day!”

The Cat boy grinned.

“Me?! What about you?! How did you make that huge attack?! Darwin is always bragging about making the biggest construct but that was way cooler! Why have you never shown it before?! “

“That was my first time doing it” Their son exclaimed proudly.

“No way!? I don’t believe you” Roman was gaping

Nova scratched the back of his head sheepishly

“I haven’t. Truly. My uncle has been trying to teach me how to make this like…Really tall bone. Just like he can. That is part of his. ‘Super cool regular attack’ But I never managed anything bigger than my leg. Let alone two! But you got me really fired up with that wild attack pattern! I just had to try!”

He let out a shaky laugh. A few seconds ago they had been at each other's throats but now they were both gushing about each other's moves. Toriel was smiling satisfied.

Right… battles were meant to forge bonds of friendships. Not like where he was from. Where everything was kill or be killed. Isn’t that why his Edge and he still sparred regularly? They might say it’s because no one else could keep up with their style of fighting. But that was just not true. It was their own form of bonding. Even if it left a lot more bruises than anything the kids here could come up with.

Nova got rid of some of the dirt on top of Roman's head.

"Also look at all this ice!", Nova pointed behind them. Continuing on excitedly "I don't think I ever saw you do that in class?"

"That has never happened before. I didn't know that. Could happen" The boy stared at the small patches of ice

"Never?"

"Never" he shook his head to confirm

"So cool!" Nova muttered. And the other boy flushed proudly.

Nova had wiped away the last of the dirt and now seemed to be absentmindedly playing with the kids' ears. Clearly finding them interesting

“I didn’t hurt you? Did I? I didn’t mean to throw that last attack!”

The young cat's ear twisted, leaning slightly into the light petting he received happily... And shook his head

“No not at all!” then seemed to pause for a moment and said with a huge toothy grin. “I’m sturdy”

Both kids burst out laughing, holding each other up through their giggles.

Toriel walked towards them and gently grasped both their shoulders. And knelt between them.

“You both did very well, I hope this has settled everything”

Both boys nodded excitedly.

“Then it is time for both of you to head home, don't you two say”

He smiled as Nova, locked eyes with them. Stars in his eyes. Clearly very eager to start gushing about what just happened.

“Uh…Nova..wait..please”

They all looked at the small cat monster, whose ears flattened as all eyes landed on him when he spoke. He clearly was surprised that everyone looked but he took a step forward and addressed their son.

“Uh…I’m…I’m sorry for calling you names all day. I just….well..” He bristled and shrugged

“Dunno…I was really convinced someone had stepped on the cape…And thought you were suggesting I was dumb. But you are pretty cool. So..yeah...Sorry..”

It was quiet around them for a couple of seconds. Before Nova rushed forward and enveloped the other monster in a hug.

“I’m sorry too. You aren't dumb. I was just trying to help. And didn't want anyone getting accused of something they didn't do”

The young cat looked happy, then guilty, and then happy again

“Hey…how about next week we play together!” He said as Nova pulled out of the hug, keeping a hold of Nova’s shoulders.

“Yeah! That be awesome! I would love to see you make that snow up close!”

“Sure!, but then you gotta try and make another big bone wall!”

“Deal!”

Both kids stepped fully out of the hug and shook hands like they just made a business deal instead of a playdate.

Before both let go and ran towards their parents. And he couldn’t help but smile at his son’s beaming face.

“Dad, Pops! Did you see how big that attack was? It was almost as big as Uncle Paps! “

It hadn’t been. But he wasn’t gonna burst that bubble. Sans chuckled picking up their excited child. And nuzzling his skull affectionately

“It sure was, little star”

He gave Nova a firm affectioned rub on his back

“Well done Starburst, Also excellent evading skills. Have you been practicing when we weren't looking”

Nova nodded.

“I let Selene and Solis throw cushions at me and avoided them!”

Oh boy…so that is why the twins were giving their parents such a hard time. He and Sans shared a look that went over their son’s head. Seemed they needed to have a conversation with their kid in the future about not Involving his younger cousins in training when they haven’t even learned to summon to control magic yet.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone! We are gonna see them this weekend right?!”

Nova swung his head between the two of them. Trying to see who would answer. Still bursting with energy that only a five-year-old can have.

He gave his son a smile

“Well, your uncle Blue is coming home early so-”

“YAy~!”

His son's cheering cut him off causing him to chuckle. Nova loved family nights, but most of all surprise family nights. And after a day like this, he was sure, his son was gonna talk everyone's ear off the second he had the chance.

They turned to face the other small family. Roman was being held against the blue bunny’s hip, much the same as Nova was. The young boy also still smiling ear to ear.

“It was nice to see you again Sans. I am sure this isn't gonna be the last” The blue bunny said with a smile.

Sans laughed,

“No, I think not. We’ll come by the shop sometime.”

Both boy's eyes widened

“Really!”

“Promise?!”

Both of them exclaimed. He sighed at the kids' enthusiasm. And he answered

“Sure, Well buy you something as a treat for an amazing fight from both of you”

The orange cat scoffed. As the kids gushed excitedly

“You might wanna make it a treat, but this one ain't gonna let you pay, and make it his own treat instead.” He pointed his thumb at his husband. Then he tried to soothe Roman's excited wriggling so he wouldn't fall out of his father's arms.

“Callied…please” The Nicecreamguy rolled his eyes.

“What I AM, right? Ain't I Felix?"

“That isn't the reason and you know it” the blue-haired guy sighed again.

“Still right you ain't gonna let them pay. Are I?"

His partner didn't deny it.

He liked the rough orange guy he decided The guy seemed fun from everything he heard him say today. Plus he respects a guy that didn’t mind calling people out on their shit. Be it good-natured or otherwise.

They all waved and said their goodbye Nova finally grew tired in Sans's hold, leaning against his chest sleepily. Not surprising with how much magic he had used. Especially for that last attack.

As Sans stood still just outside the gate. So he could hold him a bit more securely around his hip. While he tugged his son’s hoodie a bit more around him. As he slowly dozed off. Giving his skull a brief kiss. Meeting Sans's eyes for a second.

“Yeah…yeah, I know he’s fine. Not even a single hp was taken off. “

He mumbled at the unasked question

“I ain't judging you Dear. I nearly ran in myself a couple of times”

He eyed his mate again, who raised him a single browbone. Trying to dare and contradict him

“It didn’t show Sweetheart, probably for the best…for his sake”

Nova let out a soft grumble and then snoozed on.

“Probably, wouldn’t have wanted to interrupt that”

No…it was a good thing for their son to learn and fight his own battles. Friendly or otherwise. Knowing that in the future could handle himself. Even if I did now it had happened in a controlled environment. Still hard to stand there and do nothing the entire time.

He nodded. And they walked home.

Seeing his son fight had been nerve-wracking. Downright bone-chilling and made his soul give out nearly five times. But he was also damm proud he had seen it. The smile on his son’s face. The way he was now lying so satisfied in their arms. How neither He nor the young cat monster had cared who had won in the end. Both were just excited that they had been allowed to have a friendly battle at all. It all made him just that more thankful that he could have these moments.go, witness.

Little did they know then. That they hadn’t just watched their son’s first fight. They also had seen him make his very best friend

[tyranttortoise]

Hello! First I want to tell you that, your fics are so amazing!. I'm in love especially with the way that you write about UF and SF bros and I want to know if you could recommend me fics about them? Thank you for your time! Please, keep it up!

Oh man, I don’t read many fics these days, and when I do, they’re usually Hancock/Sole Survivor fics or Charon/Lone Wanderer fics because I’m Fallout ghoul trash.  I could recommend Fallout fics all day.  

I’ve done a few fic rec lists, so lemme link them first.  

As always, be sure to mind the tags when you’re checking out a fic rec.

Wonderful sin from wonderful writers.Fanfic rec list 1 Fanfic rec list 2Frans fic rec list

And now I’ll tack on a few others:

Skeleton Code by @gallathegallaYou get a ukagaka Sans, but it turns out he’s more than just a program.  I love everything about this; G’s great. 

Love YourselfThis one is on one of the lists I linked, but I feel like it deserves way more kudos than it has.  Sans helps you through a variety of issues, and it can be really comforting.  Just pay attention to the tags, and check the chapter titles to find which one you’d like.  Never Walk Home AloneHorrortale Sans stalks you, and from the summary, I think he locks you up in his room.  Either way, count me in.  I haven’t read much of this one yet, but the premise is promising.

Send Help ASAPHorrorG!Sans.  I haven’t read this one yet, admittedly, but HORRORG!SANS.  That’s really all I need to know.

Remedy by @thefloatingstoneSansby fic where Grillby and Sans have just started dating, and when Grillby gets sick, Sans has to find the cure.  I highly recommend it; the characterizations are spot-on, and the insight into Grillby is fantastic.

Anything by @nihilismpastry.  I know I linked The Devil’s Brand of Humor in one of those lists, but just look through her Undertale fics because they’re sinfully good. (*NSFW warning)

Follow the Rules by @ladyanatares (NSFW)Reader/Mutt/Edge sandwich that I highly recommend. ;D

Bestiality by @sheewolf85  (NSFW)Frisk/Sans  – Horrorfell-ish AU where Sans is literally the monster under Frisk’s bed.  I loved the hell out of this one.  

ain’t this the life  (NSFW)Kustard smut with a really amazing characterization of both Sans and Red.  

Double Shot of Fireball (NSFW)Mutt/Reader, smutfic, and incredibly well-written.  I’ve read this one like five times, honestly.

Shiver Me Tinders (NSFW)A collection of Reader smut pairings, including Doggo, Grillby,  Red, Vegetoid, and Blueberry.  There was a Sans one, but I don’t see that chapter anymore??  Anyway, I can’t stress that you should read these enough.  Blueberry’s in particular is phenomenal.  

And, of course, you guys can browse through my bookmarks and see what else catches your eye.  A lot of them are ones I bookmark because I like their hook, but I haven’t gotten around to reading them yet.  

@melodytext44All the reverse harem stories I can recommend are in the Inspired By section at the end of my fic or in the Inspired By section at the end of 6S1M.  =]

I actually don’t know of any that have a strictly-male Reader, but Bones, Picked Clean by @skelezbian has a gender-neutral Reader, as does For some reason, you were expecting skeletons by @ut-stuff.  Both of them are fantastic stories. 

[starsgivemehp]

Remember Me

word count: 1662

characters: Sans, Red, Edge

warnings: uhhh angst? swearing? allusion to genocide runs? That’s about it, it’s just super sad. It’s a bittersweet ending, though!

For @kustardlovin‘s Day 5 of Kustard Week: Remember Me

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“i can’t do this alone.”

Sans curled against Red, pressing his face into the fluff of that mustard-stained jacket. Sharp phalanges were gentle along his spine, bigger arms wrapped around him to hide him from the world.

“i can’t do it, red. not by myself.”

“yer not by yourself anymore,” Red rumbled, continuing to stroke his back. “i’m here now. and i ain’t never gonna leave ya here. not alone. i promise.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Sans sniffled, shaking his head. “you know what they mean to me...”

“an’ they mean the same thing to me, dumbass, ‘cause i am you.” Red pulled one hand away, to gently reach under Sans’s chin and lift it up. Once their gazes met, Sans could see how his red pupils smoldered. There was a fierce protectiveness in that gaze, a powerful love... and earnestness. “i said it, i meant it. i promise, you’ll always have me.”

Red clicked their teeth together, and Sans could feel some of his despair melt again. Red was a constant relief through the resets. He gave as much support as he could, always there to pick up the pieces when the run started again. Sans sniffled a little again, and then nuzzled the crook of Red’s neck, beside his collar.

“okay. i believe you.”

 Red hadn’t been there in a few weeks. The kid was... doing good things. They hadn’t hurt anybody. Despite himself, Sans was cautiously optimistic. Maybe... Maybe everything would turn out okay. Maybe they’d be free. But... nothing was the same without his lover there, sharing this run, providing encouragement, laughing at the pranks Sans was pulling off at Papyrus’s and the kid’s expense. Right now, the kid was in Hotland. He kept seeing Alphys’s updates. The kid was moving slowly, but surely. Maybe now was an okay time... He had to check. He was going crazy. What if something happened to him? What if he...? It was entirely possible, given the rough world Red came from. Sans had only been a few times. Red always tried to talk him out of going, fearful of his safety. And Sans couldn’t blame him, what little of that world he’d seen... He didn’t like being there. But, he had to go... One last glance at his phone, before he sighed and snapped his fingers. It took a particularly strong burst of magic to traverse timelines.

 And then there he was, in a world more ruled by violence than anything else. He made sure he arrived just outside Red’s house, so he didn’t have to wander around. Three quick knocks on the door, and then he took a step back, a strained little smile on his face. After a long moment, the door was opened. Edge’s pointy skull came into view, far above him. The harsher version of his brother sneered down at him, eyelights sharp, sockets narrowed slightly.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Sans tried not to flinch. He knew Edge didn’t like him much. Whether that was because of his relationship with Red, or some other unseen issue, he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to ask. He just gave an apologetic little smile, and shrugged.

“came to see if red’s home...? and if he is, can he come talk to me?”

There was a long moment of silence, where Edge looked him up and down and up and down, as if evaluating him for the first time. Sans tried not to squirm under that sharp gaze, but he knew one or two beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. But finally, Edge leaned back, turning his head to shout.

“RED, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”

A thump, a muffled curse, and then there was an answer.

“comin’, comin’.”

Edge then stepped back as Red approached, and disappeared from view. Red leaned on the door instead, peering out suspiciously. He squinted at Sans.

“...c’n i help ya?”

“heh. funny.” Sans shifted his weight again, his apologetic little smile turning down some. “where’ve you been? it’s been... i thought something happened to you. did i do something wrong?”

And there is was, his insecurity bubbling forth, even though he’d been trying not to let it. Was Red angry at him? That sharp, short voice when he spoke... It was like Red was talking to a dangerous stranger, not him. Why...? Sans felt a cold chill down his back as Red raised a brow.

“where’ve i been? i live here, man. who the fuck’re you?”

 Sans’s sockets went wide, his pupils guttering out. His soul began to pound.

“h-hey... that’s not funny, red. i-it’s been over two weeks since you visited me, and... and i’ve been worried. don’t pull a prank like this, you know it’s not funny. it’s me. what did i do...?”

“never seen ya before in my life, pipsqueak,” Red snapped, his own sockets narrowing. “you look a lot like me, though, if this is some dumbass prank...” He held up one hand, the claws facing up, pointed, deadly, gleaming. A threat. Sans took a small step back. He was starting to shake.

“red, please, this isn’t funny. it’s me, it’s sans. your... your boyfriend? what do you mean you’ve never seen me before? w-we were just hanging out, a few weeks ago...? it’s... why don’t you remember?”

There was an irritated huff, and then a growl deep in Red’s throat. Sans felt his soul start to crack.

“i don’t got time for this bullshit. you think you’re reeeal funny, huh? get the fuck away from my house. this is your only warning, ya freak.”

The door was slammed shut in Sans’s face.

 The shorter skeleton stood there staring in horror, his sockets still empty. Blue tears started streaming down his cheekbones. This couldn’t be happening. Was there a reset here? Did Red not remember his own resets? It couldn’t be... it couldn’t be! Before Sans knew what he was doing, he was banging on the door again, his choked voice ringing out loudly.

“come back! red! it’s me! please, remember me! you promised! red, you promised me, that you’d never leave me! you promised, please come back! please remember me! please!”

He was yelling and banging on the door for what felt like hours. Eventually, though, he dissolved into wordless sobbing, pounding weakly with a hand that was getting raw and bloodied from the endless pounding. He eventually slid down the door, curling up into a miserable ball. There, he cried himself to sleep, hiccups and sobs slowing and then fading into shaky but deep breaths.

 He awoke warm. His face felt a little sticky with tears, but he was no longer out in the cold snowdin air. Felt like there was a blanket on him... He remembered what had happened and sat up quickly, looking around.

“red??”

“m’here.”

The gruff voice sounded from nearby. He turned to see Red sitting on his other side, clutching at his head. A pained whimper came from between his teeth, and he glared at the blanket, sockets scrunched up.

“red!” Sans turned to him, reaching out, then stopping himself. His breathing hitched, his soul pulsing in horrible pain. “red... do you...?”

“fuck, it hurts!” Red snarled. “my head hurts!”

“your... your head...?”

“i can’t remember it, sans! i can’t fuckin’ remember! but damn it, you sounded so goddamn... desperate! you said something about a promise! and i don’t, i don’t make promises lightly, but i can’t remember... i can’t remember, my head is killing me...”

He looked so frustrated, little red pinpricks of tears becoming visible at the corners of his sockets. Sans’s breath caught. Despite seeing his lover in pain, a part of his soul was soaring. Red didn’t remember... but he was trying to! He could feel something. Something Sans had done had reached him.

“i said i couldn’t do it by myself,” he said softly. “and you promised i wouldn’t have to. you promised you’d stay with me. we’re lovers, red, please... please try harder.”

He reached out, slowly putting his hands on Red’s shoulders. There was a small flinch, but Red didn’t pull away. His own breathing hitched, and those red eyelights fixed on Sans’s face. He quivered, his hands tightening.

“it hurts, i can’t remember... my head is splitting trying to think of it...”

“it’s okay,” Sans said softly. “it’s okay. you’re trying. that’s... that’s something. it’s in there. i’m in there somewhere. red, i love you...”

He took Red’s hands, pulling them away from his head. This time, Red tried to pull away, but Sans tightened his grip, then leaned in. Their teeth met, and Sans closed his eyes, pressing in hard, shifting to hold Red close. He tried to pour everything about their relationship into that kiss, every happy memory, every sad memory, every moment they spent together, every feeling he’d ever had for Red.

There was another flinch beneath him, and for a moment, he was scared Red was going to rip away from him, yell, try to attack in his frustration. But then those strong arms wound around Sans tightly, just like they always did, and he nearly choked on the force of his joy.

“red...” He pulled away just enough to whisper the name against Red’s mouth, sockets slowly opening. His lover had his own sockets squeezed shut tight, distress tightening his face still. Nonetheless, Red held on, and didn’t let go.

“i feel... something,” he muttered. “sans... i’m... i’m gonna keep my promise. i feel it in there, somewhere... i’m gonna find it. just...” His breath slowly hissed out. “just gimme a bit. i’ll make it come back. i will.”

A swell of warmth filled Sans’s ribcage. He pressed close, burying his face in that oh-so-familiar mustard-smelling jacket. He felt more at home in Red’s arms than anywhere else.

“i believe you,” he murmured. “take your time. thank you... thank you for trying...”

“fer you? heh... somehow... i’d do anythin’ for you.”

“i love you too.”

[toroimports-blog]

10 Best Vape Juice Package Designs

by Toro Imports

We love packaging design here at Toro Imports — as a smoke and vape wholesaler, we know how important design can be to make products appealing to potential consumers. Ugly packaging means slow-moving product, and a great design conveys a strong message. When a company introduces products with great design, it conveys the message that the company has good communication, a quality product, strong branding, a good understanding of its customers, and that it cares about the presentation of their product. 

Vape juice bottles are items that customers tend to collect, after all. Who wants to add an ugly bottle to their collection? So, without further ado, here are 10 of our favorite vape juice brands with great packaging:

10. Vapetasia

Vapetasia is a brand with a fun aesthetic. The vaper demographic tends to be young, edgy, alternative adults who grew up with the Internet, Adult Swim cartoons, and skater brands like Savage, Thrasher, and Stussy. Vapetasia does a terrific job of encapsulating everything that this demographic finds nostalgic and fun without directly exploiting that nostalgia.

The mascot for the Killer Kustard line of vape juices by Vapetasia reminds us of the heroes of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, as a character that is personified food with a thick black outline and expressive features.

The Vapetasia logo itself is also fun, having two variations — the cloud which has icons from all of its juice brands:

and the simple, iconic Vapetasia name. I have found that people wear Vapetasia branded swag freely, simply because even outside of its context as an e-juice brand, it is a groovy look.

9. Enfuse - Pulp

We admit a personal bias here, because Enfuse is a brand local to Toro Imports HQ here in Houston, Texas. However, there’s a lot to be said for its logo and packaging design for their line of Pulp e-Juices.

While the Enfuse logo is simple and conveys what the brand is, the packaging for Pulp reminds us of packaging for food and beverages. The Pulp packaging is classic, readable, and beautifully conveys the flavor with its mostly bi-chromatic color scheme that makes the box itself into a watermelon and lemon hybrid.

The packaging is bright, appealing, and while not as cartoonish and playful as Vapetasia, still has its own crisp, minimal illustrations that make the bottles fun to collect as well as delicious to vape

8. Naked100

Naked100 is one of those brands that you can count on consistently flying off the shelves. Each bottle has a very minimal aesthetic that strives not to give the consumer more visual information than they require — the brand name, the e-juice line, nicotine strength, flavor, etc. 

No additional design elements are ever added to the packaging, which makes the brand unassuming, yet very stylish.

Naked100’s sans-serif font and minimal aesthetic remind us of Apple or Google, strong brands that also strive not to over-design their products. The brand is also careful not to under-design their packaging, either: all of their juices come in an eco-friendly glass bottle with very pale, subtle colors on the labels.

Aside from their innovative flavors, Naked’s sophisticated and thoughtful packaging makes it stand out from the competition as one of the best juices out there.

7. Nasty Juice

On the opposite side of the design spectrum from Naked100 is Nasty Juice. According to their company bio, Nasty Juice is a company founded on the idea of being an “obnoxious e-juice brand” with an “empowered sense of X-rated […] playfully daring spirit”. Standing out from other vape juice brands on this list, Nasty Juice vocally prides itself on its “exquisite advertising and top notch packaging”, which it easily accomplishes.

Nasty Juice, like Vapetasia, understands its alternative, millennial consumer base, diving into design language of skater brands and hip-hop aesthetic. Nasty Juice, much like RAW Rolling Papers, even produces its own skateboard decks and apparel with their signature fun illustrations. We love Nasty Juice not only because they are hugely popular, but because their thoughtful packaging and branding earns the popularity.

Just look at this guy. Nasty as can be.

While each of their line of Nasty Juices have unique packaging, every single bottle is easily identifiably Nasty™.

6. Nasty Juice x Kilo Collab

We just had to bring it back to Nasty Juice, because this collaboration between Nasty Juice and Kilo is absolutely stellar. 

Nasty Juice tends towards its high-contrast, pop culture skater illustrations, while Kilo has a high detail, classical, almost baroque style of packaging. When you combine the two, you get this line of amazing illustrations and packages that remind us of Alphonse Mucha and vintage tobacco ads.

The packaging for the Nasty Juice x Kilo collaboration, to us, shows enormous respect and love for their consumers, knowing that the swag and bottles would be a lot of fun for fans of the individual brands to own. Kilo has a great aesthetic in its own right, but when combined with the powerhouse that is Nasty Juice, they come together to make a gorgeously detailed piece of artwork on every bottle.

5. Alternativ by Marina Vape Co.

Marina Vape Co. is a company that understands the other side of its consumer base that Nasty Juice and Vapetasia don’t quite reach — the sophisticated, yet edgy adults who are also likely big fans of the design of Naked100 bottles. While not quite as minimal as Naked100, the Alternativ juice line by Marina Vape Co. has a strong, informed design language of its own. Each juice is named after Greek letters, while using typography and design elements that are very much from the advanced digital age.

Alternativ e-Juices Alpha through Omega do a beautiful job of showcasing the transcendence of nicotine consumption from traditional smoking to high-tech vaping techniques, while also alluring the consumer with its fruity color schemes.

Like Naked100, the Alternativ vape juice packaging is not over designed, and only has some design elements that aren’t directly giving you information. We love the classy, stylish look of this juice line

4. Fresh Pressed by California Grown E-Liquids

Going back to fun and illustrative, yet a little more modern, Fresh Pressed juices by California Grown E-Liquids reminds us of Enfuse Vapory’s Pulp juices. The logo condenses its flavors into one succinct space, and the entire aesthetic makes the juice line feel very “fresh”, as it claims to be.

The finish on Fresh Pressed bottles is glossy with contrasting metallic and glossy shine, and the illustrations are minimal, yet very appealing.

We are particularly big fans of the high-contrast packaging used for the Fresh Pressed line of Salts. Using its flowery, decorative logo splashed against a matte black background, this packaging is downright sexy.

3. Levels

While the packaging design for Levels is not very illustrative like other brands on this list, it is indeed thoughtful and intriguing. Utilizing design language of the 80’s such as Neon signage color schemes and fonts, Levels understands that its bottles need to earn their place in a customer’s vape juice collection.

This juice brand is for fans of the Terminator, the San Junipero episode of Black Mirror, and the more seasoned of their target demographic who actually lived through the 80’s. 

What impresses us about the packaging for this juice brand is how it conveys a feeling, a time, and a place while giving us very little visual information besides lines and color, with no real change in color values or shading.

2. Coastal Clouds

Coastal Clouds is a hugely popular brand that positively flies off the shelves — in part, we believe, due to their amazing packaging and illustrations.

Like Marina Vape Co., Coastal Clouds utilizes a maritime design aesthetic, making consumers feel like they are inhaling fresh fruit right by the seaside. Coastal Clouds manages to work in the digital age information and inherent newness of vapor products in their vintage packaging feel seamlessly. 

The old-school shape of the label and logo are vectorized, as are the illustrations of the flavors each bottle contains. The color schemes are muted, not overbearing, yet still ‘pop’.

Each design element on the bottle is perfectly balanced with the other elements. While some brands like Nasty Juice can tend to ‘crowd’ the information on their packaging against their vivid, detailed illustrations, all of the information on Coastal Clouds packaging is perfectly legible and beautifully described.

Also, they’re delicious.

1. Psycho Unicorn by Puff Labs

Psycho Unicorn earns first place on our list for design for making us stop and stare every time we pass their bottles in our store. We are suckers for vaporwave aesthetic here at Toro Imports, as is most of their demographic — making Psycho Unicorn by Puff Labs a clever play in packaging design.

One of the latest and greatest crazes in fashion and art nowadays is Glitch and Vaporwave. Psycho Unicorn perfectly merges design language from the 80’s and 90’s, a nostalgia factor for both sides of the vaping demographic spectrum. The illustrations for Psycho Unicorn are as appealing as they are hilarious, which shows that although they understand the importance of great packaging design, they don’t take themselves so seriously that they can’t inject humor in their product.

Psycho Unicorn is stylish, fun, and shows a deep understanding of their consumer base, which makes it our #1 favorite packaging design for vape juices.

[lazy-safetastic-13]

Late Milestone Raffle [CLOSED]

Since I haven’t celebrated the milestone properly, I’ve decided on doing something fun (and a little different? lol)

Basically, to celebrate the 600+ and 700+ Followers, I will be picking two winners! :D

Rules:

Must be Following (since it’s for followers appreciation UwU) [New followers are welcome as well ofc :)]

Please let me know if you’re a sideblog as well

Like = 1 entry

Reblog = 1 entry

Like & Reblog = 2 entries

Like & Reblog with a comment on ... favourite story I’ve written? = 3 entries 

To clarify and make it easier for me to find you, please comment on the reblogs and not on the chat box! ^^")

I might lose you once the raffle is over!! XO

Information: 

I will only write these three ships with bottom Red: 

Kustard (Ut!Sans/Uf!Sans)

Fellcest/Fellbros (Uf!Paps/Uf!Sans)

Spicycinaroll (Ut!Paps/Uf!Sans)

I can write NSFW or SFW

I can refuse any prompt that just doesn’t work for me

This is purely a writing raffle than before with the Art.

Prize:

I will be sharing google docs with the raffle winners so they’ll be able to see the progress, and also be exclusive to the story before I post it. 

Yes, I will be posting the raffle prizes this time on appropriate blogs. (ie. NSFW will go to my NSFW account, and SFW will be on this blog)

With this, it means that I will need to have the other’s email in order to share it to them. So feel free with using whichever you’re comfortable with sharing. 

Lastly, since I’m trying this method out, I don’t have a word count limit.

So let’s say, expect a oneshot! 

However, depending on the prompt given, I MAY be interested to make it longer. This is not to say I will. Just maybe. So please be gentle on me. ^^”) 

Deadline: September, 9,2018 - Eastern Time (UTC-05:00)

NOTE: For my sake of not invading your dashes, I will NOT be reblogging this. :D

So I will be making another post of the raffle winners when the time comes. I’ll be contacting them and give them 2 days to respond before choosing another. 

Good luck to everyone! And thanks again! (Srsly, tysm! this is the least I can do to show my appreciation :D)

[Sidenote: Commissions will still be open as well before its own set deadline :)]

[enchanted-flowers]

Never Take Advice from your Brother’s Dating Manuel

A gift for @beckyshecky because their Kustard art gives me life. Seriously I get so many feels from their art, and I don’t even ship Kustard that much, I just love it. 

Also, this is my entry for @bonelynomore‘s fanfiction contest! This wasn’t going to be my original fic that I was going to submit, but my original turned out to be a couple...thousand words over the word limit, so I scrapped this up, a week before the deadline. 

Beta read by: @letshexforlove, @sesrins-symphony, @dtk-imagines, @crappyartforyou. Thank you for taking a look guys! 

Word count: 3,463 Rating:T Tags: Fluff Pairing: UT Sans x UF Sans Summary: Red can’t stop staring at the cute skeleton across the cafeteria. Classic can’t stop daydreaming about the bad boy who lived down the street from him. Both believe that neither of them had a chance with the other. It’s going to take some intervention to get these lovesick idiots just to go out on a date.  

“YOU’RE STARING!”

“w-what? no i’m not!” Red’s eyelights flicker to the other skeleton across the cafeteria, who is too absorbed in his homework to notice anything, thankfully, “and keep it down, will ya?”

“WHY?! DO YOU NOT WANT THE ENTIRE WORLD-” Edge raises his voice louder into a shout, but before he could finish, Red leaps over the table, knocking over several trays of food and spilling the chocolate milk in the process. He covers his brother’s annoying mouth and pushes him to the ground, “WHAT THE HELL RED?!”

The students around them glare at the two monsters on the floor, then return to their lunchtime activities, rolling their eyes at the brothers. Red glances at the cute skeleton across the room, and sighs in relief. He is still oblivious.

“keep it down or i’m never gonna pick up that sock on the floor.”

“YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO PICK IT UP ANYWAY!”

Red silently pleads with his eyelights and Edge rolls his eyes, nodding in agreement. The short skeleton climbs off of his brother and helps him up. Together, they pick up the trays and tidy up the mess, then return to their respective seats. The cafeteria drones on in senseless chatter, unaware of what just went down. Heh. Went down. Red props his jaw up with his hand and mindlessly stirs his mushy mashed potatoes.

“Seriously though, you’ve been staring at the kid all semester. Just ask him out already,” Edge says, for the tenth time this week.

“i told you before, it doesn’t work like that,” Red mumbles, still stirring his food.

“What are you talking about? It’s simple! Just go up to him and ask if he wants to see a movie with you!”

Red remains unresponsive, burying himself into his jacket and blushing slightly.

“UGH. MUST I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU?!” before Red could stop him, Edge stands up and makes his way across the cafeteria towards the other skeleton.

“hey, bro, wait, what are you... fuck stop stop stop!!”

“YOU!” Edge pounds his fist on the table, startling the other monster.

“Yes?” he tilts his head in confusion.

Red is going to die.

“YOU SEE MY BROTHER OVER THERE,” Edge points at Red, who’s blushing wildly and panicking. The other skeleton nods his head, “HE WANTS TO GO THE MOVIES WITH YOU ON FRIDAY. DO YOU ACCEPT?”

The skeleton glanced over at Red causing him to squeak and blush even harder, but he gave a lopsided smile and a small wave. Nice going, Red.

“okay,” the other skeleton blinks, still unsure of what else to say.

“GREAT! HE’LL PICK YOU UP AT YOUR HOUSE AT 7! GOOD DAY!”

The other skeleton’s eye lights train on Red, so he turns around, throws his hood up, and runs out of the cafeteria.

Classic sighs heavily into his quantum physics book, dreaming about wrapping his arms around Red’s thick back on a motorcycle, the feel of leather under his fingertips as the winds fly past his face. He giggles quietly to himself as he imagines Red looking back at him to make sure he’s okay, his red eye lights glistening with his handsome smirk, gold tooth flashing in the sun. Sans’s cheeks heat up in a blue tone as his soul leaps in his chest.

A loud bang pulls him out of his daydream, but he doesn’t bother looking up. Instead, he returns to his fantasy, absorbed in the soul stopping eyes behind the sunglasses.Suddenly, a fist pounds on his table, startling him back to reality, his soul thundering in his chest. He looks up and notices a familiar monster, a tall skeleton with razor sharp teeth and blood-red makeup lined underneath his eyes. Classic recognizes him as Papyrus’s martial arts rival and Red’s younger brother. They’ve never really talked, so he tilts his head, confused as to why he would approach him like this.

“YOU SEE MY BROTHER OVER THERE,” Edge points over at Red, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights, “HE WANTS TO GO TO THE MOVIES WITH YOU ON FRIDAY. DO YOU ACCEPT?”

This was a prank right? There’s no way Edge can be serious. Why would Red want to go on a date with him? He has to say no. He can’t. He has a test he needs to study for, which he’d rather do instead of go on a date with a super hot hunk-

“okay,”  

“GREAT! HE’LL PICK YOU UP FROM YOUR HOUSE AT 7! GOOD DAY!”

Classic glances at Red, still bewildered that he wanted to go on a date with him. The other skeleton scowls, throws his hood up, and exits the cafeteria.

Classic’s heart sinks.

The week flies by without incident. And that was it. Without incident. Classic sees Red in the halls, and since his brother asked him out for him, he figures that he should at least say something. But every time he approached him or waved hello, Red turned in another direction.

Thursday night comes by and Sans trembles with his cellphone in his hand. His finger hovers over the text icon on Red’s profile, the green light indicating that he’s online. Okay. He can do this. It’s just one text. Steadying his breathing, Classic opens up the messenger and types:

Classic: why did the skeleton dance alone at the party? Classic: because he had nobody to go with!

Classic chuckles at his own pun, leans back in his chair, and waits for the reply.

Red’s phone dings and he automatically reaches for it, swiping the screen open and seeing a pop-up notification from Classic. His heart races as his thumb hovers over the chat bubble, the endless and probable possibilities racing through his mind. Did Classic want to cancel the date? Did he never want to go in the first place and just said yes to be polite? Was he going to ask Red to bring candy? Red doesn’t have candy!

Alright, get a hold of yourself Red, you can do this.  

He taps on the chat bubble and reads the message, laughing out loud at Classic’s joke. Red never knew that he had a sense of humor, and knowing that Classic does, warms his soul with fluttering fire as his grin stretches even wider. He taps on the text box to reply, when all of a sudden, Edge bursts into his room, screaming at him to help him with dinner. Red rolls his eyes, tosses his phone onto the bed, and follows his brother to the kitchen. The louder skeleton hands him a wooden spoon and orders him to stir the tomato sauce so it doesn’t burn while he chops up the mushrooms.  

“SO HAVE YOU PICKED OUT A RESTAURANT AND A MOVIE FOR FRIDAY?! HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU HAVE SAVED UP?! WHAT ABOUT AN OUTFIT?”

“dude what are you talking about?”

“THE DATE! THAT YOU HAVE WITH THAT PAPAYA’S BROTHER! HAVE YOU ALREADY FORGOTTEN? OH DEAR ASGORE PLEASE DON’T TELL  ME YOU FORGOT”

“of course i haven’t forgotten. but dinner? money? outfit? i thought we were just gonna see a movie”

“DON’T BE AN IDIOT, RED! OF COURSE YOU NEED TO TAKE HIM TO DINNER AND WEAR SOMETHING NICE! IT’S A DATE, YOU FOOL! AND SINCE YOU’RE THE ONE THAT ASKED HIM OUT YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING!”

“technically, you’re the one-”

Edge shoots him a death glare and throws his hands up into the air.

“fine. fine. i’ll scrap up whatever money i have and look for places to eat. i’ll get us tickets to see that sci-fi movie-”  

A sharp CLANK echos through the kitchen as Edge drops his knife in shock and horror.

“NO! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE THIS THE WORST DATE OF ALL DATES? ACCORDING TO MY DATING MANUAL, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE HIM TO SEE A ROMANTIC MOVIE! NOT SOME STUPID FILM ABOUT SPACE AND GUNS!”

“but i don’t like-”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU LIKE, DO YOU WANT THIS BOY TO LIKE YOU OR NOT?!”

“...i do,”

“THEN JUST DO EVERYTHING I SAY AND NOTHING WILL GO WRONG! NYAHAHA!”

Red sighs and continues stirring the sauce. He might not like what his brother plans, but if it makes Classic happy, he’ll do it.

Classic stares at his phone, anxiously waiting for Red’s reply. The screen shows the “read at” receipt, yet no typing bubbles. Sighing, the skeleton tosses his phone on the ground and flops on his filthy bed, A few seconds later, he sits up again, grabs his phone, and checks for any new messages. Still nothing.

It’s alright. Maybe he’s busy or something, or got caught up in something else. It doesn’t mean that Red is ignoring him or anything like that, despite the obvious signs.

...

Maybe Classic should distract himself. He unzips his backpack, slides into his desk, and voluntarily does homework for the first time in his life.

Friday rolls around and Red is still avoiding Sans. He also hasn’t replied to Classic’s messages. At this point, he’s convinced that this whole thing was just a prank to mess with him, and that he’s only kidding himself in thinking that Red would actually go out with him. He should’ve known better than to get his hopes up. Slamming his locker in frustration and earning dirty glares from the students nearby, he walks off to his next class, definitely not thinking about strangling a certain attractive skeleton monster.

When he gets home, Classic throws off his socks, tosses his bag, discards his shirt and flops onto the couch, stretching his short limbs. He glances over at his phone, and sighs, checking it one last time for any new messages, yet still none. He didn’t know what he was hoping for to be honest. He flips on the tv and dozes off into a nap.

“CLASSIC!”

The short skeleton cracks one eye open, and rubs the sleep out of his eye socket.

“yeah bro?”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!”

“uhh,” he checks his phone, “6:45?”

“EXACTLY! SO WHY AREN’T YOU EVEN DRESSED YET?!!!!!”

“dressed for what?”

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, BROTHER. YOU KNOW EXACTLY FOR WHAT! YOU’VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT RED FOR AGES AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET YOURSELF DRESSED FOR A DATE???”

Classic sinks further into the couch, pulling blanket over him for comfort. He doesn’t meet his brother’s eyes, “that was...that was a mistake. there is no date, it was just a joke all along,”

“WHAT?!” Papaya takes a seat next to his brother and rubs his legs, a habit that he’s been doing to soothe the elder brother since they were kids, “DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?”

“no, nothing happened,” Classic shrugs, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, “he avoided me all week, and didn’t even respond to my message. don’t worry about it, paps. i think i’m just gonna head to bed early.”

“NO YOU ARE NOT!” the other skeleton’s eye sockets blaze slightly, “I’M SURE THERE’S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING, LET ME JUST, I UH, I’M GOING TO  MAKE A PHONE CALL!”

Classic raises a bone brow as his brother leaps into the air, and sprints off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He could hear his brother’s loud voice, but couldn’t make out the words, and a few moments later Papaya exits his bedroom and runs into Classic’s. Alarmed, Classic immediately rushes to his room, finding his brother tossing clothes from his closet.

“bro what are you doing?!

“I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM BEING A GOOD BROTHER AND HELPING YOU GET DRESSED! YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING GOOD IN HERE EXCEPT WHITE SHIRTS AND BLUE JACKETS! A FASHION ABOMINATION!”

Classic sighs, and rubs his temples, “paps, i appreciate it, but i told you. there isn’t going to be a date. there’s no point.”

“AND WHAT IF YOU’RE WRONG? WHAT IF RED KNOCKS ON OUR DOOR IN TEN MINUTES AND YOU’RE NOT DRESSED? ARE YOU GOING TO TELL HIM THAT YOU DOUBTED HIM? HOW DO YOU THINK HE’S GOING TO FEEL?”

Classic doesn’t answer.

“I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU’RE HURT BROTHER, BUT GIVE HIM ONE LAST CHANCE! AND IF YOU’RE RIGHT, YOU CAN CHANGE BACK INTO YOUR UNDERWEAR, AND I’LL PUT ON A MOVIE FOR US TO WATCH TOGETHER TONIGHT INSTEAD!”

“heh...can’t argue with that bro. you’re so smart.”  

“NYEHEHE! OF COURSE I AM! NOW, PUT THIS ON! YOU’RE GOING TO LOOK AMAZING!”

Red tugs on his collar, sweat beating down his skull and staining his white button up shirt. His black slacks make him feel extremely stiff and the tie wrapped around his neck chokes him and it’s hard to breathe, but if Edge says that Classic will like this for whatever reason, then Red will bear through it. Gathering all of his courage, he coughs, then knocks on the door.

Papaya answers a second later, his eyes lighting up with glee.

“BROTHER!!! RED IS HERE!” he turns to Red, “TAKE CARE OF HIM OKAY? AND MAKE SURE THAT HE DOESN’T FALL ASLEEP DURING THE MOVIE!”

“uhh...okay?”

Classic appears at the door a minute later, his hands held behind his back, his gaze lowered, as a blue blush spreads across his face. Red’s eyes widen, his own face heating up, and his soul pounding in his chest. He definitely was not prepared for how cute Classic looks. A faded yellow turtleneck sweater hugs his body with his regular blue jacket wrapped around his waist and he sports a short pink skirt that flares out almost like a tutu.

Red is left speechless like an idiot, mouth agape and floundering for words to say.

“you actually came.”

Red gets knocked back to his senses, and tilts his head in slight confusion, “of course i came, why wouldn’t i?”

Classic’s eye lights flash with something that Red couldn’t recognize, but he brushes it off. Extending his hand, he remembers what Edge told him to say and forces it through his mouth.

“a-are you ready to go, m’lord?” Red extends his elbow out for Classic to wrap around.

The other skeleton visibly cringes and Red mentally hits himself for delivering it so badly, but Classic regains his composure, gives him a nervous smile, and takes his arm. Red leads him to Edge’s car that he borrowed ( “IT’S NOT GENTLEMEN-LIKE TO PICK SOMEONE UP ON A MOTORCYCLE!”) and speeds off to the restaurant that Edge also recommended.  An awkward silence passes between the two of them during the car ride, neither of them saying anything. Classic stares out the window at the passing cars and houses, making it difficult for Red to read his expression, so he decides to try and make small talk.

“so...nice weather we’re having...”

“huh? yeah i guess so. it’s nice and cool.”

“yeah...”

Nothing else was said during the rest of the ride. Red pulls up to a fancy looking diner with water fountains springing from the entrance and a valet parks the car for them. Classic’s eyes widen from the golden grandeur and he starts to back away slowly.

“hey, class, what’s wrong?”

“no, i, i can’t afford this place red, it’s too expensive, can we go somewhere else?”

Edge’s advice echoes in his mind, “WHATEVER HAPPENS, STICK TO THE PLAN!”

“i know it looks expensive, but it’s not that bad! i’ve eaten here many times!” Red lies, “besides, you don’t have to worry, i’ll pay for everything.”

“i don’t know red, i can’t possibly make you pay-”

“hey i got this! i’m the one that asked you out, or technically my brother did it for me, so i’ll take care of it!”

Classic flinches at the tone, his eyelights not meeting Red’s. He keeps his head down, but gives a small nod anyway. The two of them enter and are greeted by a snobbish waiter, who leads them to their seat and dismissively hands them their menus. Red’s eyes widen as he glances over the price and the food options, nearly having a heart attack. He doesn’t know what half of this shit is! And 80g for something called an aiguillette?! He sneaks a glance at Classic, who also seems to be having a tough time deciding. In the end, they both got the cheapest option, something called a “salade cesar” which they both should’ve known was just a salad. Red hates salad, and from the way Classic is picking at his food and forcing himself to eat, he does too.

Fuck fuck, this was not going as great as he thought. Classic looks miserable, and it’s his fault. He did that to him. He eyes Classic’s hand on the table and almost reaches out to touch him, comfort him, but Edge’s voice rings loudly in his head.

“NO TOUCHING TIL THE SECOND DATE!”

Red balls up his fists and asks for the check. They can fill up on popcorn.

The two of them arrived to the movie on time, but when Red tells Classic that he already bought the tickets for the romance movie, he wasn’t sure if he saw disappointment in his expression. He nervously brushes it off, hoping that the movie wasn’t going to be that bad.

Classic seems to relax a bit once the movie starts, much to Red’s relief. All he ever wanted was for him to have a good time, and he knows that he royally screwed it up. The movie begins to play, and already, Red is bored. His mind wanders, and something presses against his arm. He flinches, looking at the source. Classic blinks at the reaction, looking a bit hurt since he just wanted to rest his head, and shifts away from Red. Red mutters an apology, but it isn’t worth much. He spends the rest of the movie beating himself up and keeping his head down.

“red? red!”

Red snorts himself awake, completely alarmed by his unfamiliar surroundings and Classic’s face in front of him.

“wha?”

“the movie ended.”

Red’s mind clears up and he remembers that he’s on a date with his crush...and he fell asleep. on a date. with his crush. God he’s such an idiot.

“oh...”

Red’s face burns with embarrassment and he wordlessly leads Classic back to the car and drives him back home. He leads the other skeleton to the door but before Classic enters, he turns to Red.

“well this was....a date.”

“yeah, yeah it was.”

“i guess i’ll see you on monday then. maybe.”

“yeah. see you then.”

Red turns around and makes his way to Edge’s car, but stops, balling up his fists. No. He’s not going to let the night end like this. He’s not going to let his last chance slip.

“classic, wait!”

The other skeleton stops half way inside, tilting his head in curiousity as Red runs back up to him.

“look, this date was a disaster, i’m not going to lie.”

“ya think?” Classic mumbles under his breath.

“the thing is, i really like you, and i screwed up. i took my brother’s advice on everything, and now i see i shouldn’t have-”

“why did you ignore me all week?” Classic interrupts, his eyelights flashing with anger.

“i...i was just too nervous to talk to you. i have the biggest crush on you and when you said you’d go out with me tonight, i didn’t know how to react,” Red plays with the hem of his shirt, “so i just ran away. i didn’t stop to think about how you might’ve felt. i’m sorry.”

“and my messages?”

“messages?”

“you didn’t respond to them.” Classic crosses his arms sternly.

“the jokes? of course i did, i laughed and said...” Red’s eyes widen as he fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks his messages, realizing that he didn’t respond, “fuck! i saw them, but i forgot to reply. i’m so sorry.”

Classic just looks at him sadly. Red knows he’s disappointed and he can’t blame him.

“i’m sorry. about tonight, about everything. but i mean what i said though. i really like you, and if you can give me a second chance-”

Classic cuts him off by grabbing his sleeve and pressing a kiss against Red’s cheek. He blushes furiously as all functions in his brain shuts down, then reboots to process what just happened. Classic’s eyelights twinkle with amusement and he giggles at the shock on Red’s face.

“i’d like that red. and maybe this time, without your brother’s intervention?”

Unable to speak, Red just nods his head.

“good. i’ll see you monday. good night.”

Classic quietly shuts the door behind him.

A wide grin slowly stretches across Red’s face. His soul is pounding and leaping and shaking all at once, and he laughs to himself, unable to contain his happiness. As he walks to the car, Red pumps a fist of victory into the air.