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aikoiya · 1 year ago

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What if Frisk was an adult and a therapist? 💖

What if Frisk is an Adult Therapist, that tricks any Monster that attacks Frisk into talking about their true feelings/problems?

Papyrus: Wowie, I feel great getting all that off my chest! I don’t think I even need the therapy anymore! I’m gonna leave right now!

Frisk: So, same time next week?

Papyrus: …Okay.

Frisk: Oh, I think these incidents is a better path than any other to the heart of your issues.

I think it’s possible that you and King Asgore have a very specific dynamic. I don’t think it’s one that teaches you proper self-control or discipline. I think it may even sometimes reward you whenever you get temperamental.

I think it’s possible that type of dynamic had spread to your other relationships, and your friends are probably afraid to call you out whenever you go too far, because it’s either gonna hurt your feelings or cause you to lose your temper on them.

Undyne: …Screw you.

Papyrus and Alphys: UNDYNE!

Undyne: Screw both of you, too.

Mettaton: What? No, what kind of question is that?

Frisk: The kind that wasn’t designed to attack or hurt you in any way.

Mettaton: Oh, Jesus Christ, one of these…

Frisk: It’s not my job to take sides or pass judgment. Do you think when your brother asks to go to Grillby’s again, you could ask him-

Papyrus: He won’t have to ask for my permission, okay?! He won’t need it! He’ll just do his own thing again, like always! He doesn’t need anything from anyone!

Frisk: You admire him for that.

Papyrus:…It’s better than making your problems other people’s problems.

Papyrus: I am afraid… that people or my own brother won’t respect me… unless I’m popular.

Frisk: Great job. Alphys, you go.

Alphys: I am… mad, that I can’t watch kid shows without people assuming it’s because my life sucks… I hope to be seen one day as someone that just likes cartoons and anime.

Frisk: Excellent job. Undyne, do you have an “I” statement?

Undyne: …I am… I am sad that… I’m sad that my friends weren’t honest with me, about how I was sometimes scaring them. I want to be a better friend to them.

Frisk: Look at this team go! You guys are pros! What do you guys think about doing this once a week?

Frisk: Sans, why did you lie to your brother?

Sans: So I wouldn’t have to come here.

Frisk: Why didn’t you want to come here?

Sans: Because I don’t respect therapy.

And I don’t think going to some agent of averageness that explains which words mean which feelings has ever helped anyone do anything.

I think it’s helped a lot of people get comfortable and stop panicking, which is a state of mind we value in the animals we eat, but not something I want for myself.

I’m not a cow. I’m a comedian. When I feel like it. So… you asked.

Frisk: Sans, you seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force and as an inescapable curse. And I think it’s because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it’s your mind within your control. You chose to come here, you chose to talk -to belittle my vocation- just as you chose to become a comedian.

You are the master of your universe, and yet you are dripping with ketchup stains and grease. Your mind literally vegetating by your own hand.

I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I’m bored when I brush my teeth and take a bath. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is it’s not an adventure. There’s no way to do it so wrong you might die.

It’s just work. And the bottom line is, some people are okay going to work, and some people well, some people would rather die.

Each of us gets to choose…

7.Mettaton: Wow, that shrink, what a monologist.

Alphys: …Are we gonna go back?

Undyne: Jesus Christ… Therapists, man.

Sans: And yet people call me a weirdo.

Mettaton: We should get a drink.

Sans: Really? Like, go somewhere?

Mettaton: Yeah, let’s have a little party to celebrate surviving the shrink.

Undyne: Absolutely!

Papyrus: I… I liked Frisk.

Sans: So what are you guys thinking, like, the restaurant at the MTT Resort? Maybe Grillby’s?

Undyne: Yeah, either one. Either one.

What if Frisk’s therapy sessions somewhat helped fix Asgore’s and Toriel’s relationship?

Asgore: Wait! Uh… Toriel, th-there’s something that’s been eating me up for a really long time. We used to make such a great team, didn’t we? Until I screwed it all up.

Toriel: …

Asgore: If I hadn’t selfishly declared war on Humanity that day, we could’ve found a better way to break the barrier and the humans that came before Frisk didn’t have to die by my hands. I’m so sorry, Tori, for everything.

Toriel: …I’ll be honest. I did blame you in the heat of it, but Frisk has opened up my eyes and I’ve known better for a long time, now…

Because even though declaring war was still a stupid thing to do, it gave our people hope and if you hadn’t given them hope… well, then our kingdom would be much smaller today…

What happened to the other humans was as much my fault, as it was yours, because I did nothing to help them when they left the Ruins. I couldn’t help them or my kingdom. At least you stayed loyal to your people and kept them from falling apart… If anyone is the selfish one, it is me…

But I don’t want to be that selfish person anymore…

I want to be better and help you get better as well…

Asgore: Tori… Thank You…

As A Bonus: What if the UT Monsters felt genuine guilt over how they treated Frisk?

Undyne: Dude! You should get outta here before you get hurt!

Papyrus: NO! Every time terrible stuff happens, I run the other way! That is my dear friend! And Frisk is right to be angry because I didn’t protect them!

Alphys *tearing up*: You didn’t protect them from us!

Mettaton*crying*: They’re like this because of us!

Undyne *crying*: We're the source of Frisk’s suffering!

Toriel *crying*: This is my fault! *sobs loudly*

Asgore *crying*: Tori! Don’t be silly! Everyone knows that all of this is because of me!

Toriel: NO, it’s because of ME! I said that I would protect Frisk, but I did nothing to help them once they left the Ruins! I basically left them to die alone, just like I did with all the other humans!

Asgore *crying*: But that was because you didn’t want anything to do with me or the war, and all my war did was hurt Frisk! Like it hurt every human that ever came down here! *sobbing* This is all my fault!

Flowey: YES, IT IS!

(Flowey suddenly pops out from the ground.)

Flowey: Yes, we hurt Frisk, but this isn’t the time to make this all about us! That’s not helping! Maybe Frisk would care how sad you are because they always puts everyone else’s feelings first! But they can’t do that for you right now, because they needs us this time!

We all had Frisk when we needed them, but the only person who’s never had Frisk is Frisk! That kid's always been there for us, so, *sighs*…

How can we be there for Frisk now? 🌻

#submission #OOOO!!#I like this!!#This would be interesting!#undertale #therapy frisk

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years ago

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30 Days of OTP - Day 16, Morning Rituals

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: Wowie, we're more than half way done with this, only having 14 days left owo I've enjoyed writing this more than I should have lol.

I have a decent idea of what a morning looks like for these two, Kainga is a bit of a grump as usual ;w; these two are so fukin cute I can't

James is usually the first to wake up. Either that or he sleeps in until the afternoon, there's really no in between with him. Waking up stiff on the floor as Kainga had kicked him out again for being too wriggly. Joints cracking, older than usual yet he refused to acknowledge he was getting old. As if the fully fledged beard wasn't an indicator enough.

He never did find out how the Tongan in their bed always kept his face as soft and smooth as a baby's. Perhaps a skincare routine? He was too lazy for that anyways.

He'd started attempting to wake Kainga up, an act that took an hour or so in itself, no matter where he kissed him in order to get him awake, he was always met with a grumble and a sharp shove. Kainga burying himself under the covers to shield himself further as he complained it was too bright. Eventually there's a sound of 'Fuck mornings.' Kainga yawned after smacking the alarm clock with unnecessary force after it'd been on snooze for the past two hours. He heaved himself into a sitting position and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Kainga ran his fingers through his sleep-tousled auburn hair and yawned again.

James always waited to shower with him, getting so impatient that he eventually just cuddled back into bed with him. Kainga knew that he was awake and just faking it. Lazy morning kisses are always a favorite, like some apology for booting the other out of the bed during the night before. Both their heads rested on the pillows as James kisses his lips while the other's still only waking up. Kainga stirred but enjoyed the constant kissing all over his face, under the warmth of dawn that shone through their window so much so that golden dust particles from their apartment could been seen floating around the rays that lathered the two in light.

The kissing soon turns into bids to keep the cranky Tongan awake until they reach the shower, James leading Kainga along by the hand, sometimes going as far as to carry him into the bathroom, undress him and get him under the water only to be kicked out with a shout of ‘I can bathe myself, Jesus fucking Christ, James’

James got persistent with him, eventually Kainga had to let him in the shower to bathe together, more so dragging the Kiwi inside as he can't stand the whining noises he makes that the glass door. James has a way with him, he knows how to work around him so much so that they just end up making out in the shower after they've finished cleaning each other. Kainga later scolds him for wasting the water, yet another excuse to make him pay the bills this month.

James didn't care, if it meant he got to make out with him in the shower every morning. He'd pay a million bucks.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how Kainga was feeling, James had a habit of walking around their house or in very little clothing at least. Leaving Kainga to grouse at him, sending him back upstairs to put on some fucking decent clothes. Kainga wore the complete opposite on their lazy mornings together, a oversized shirt of either his own or one of James's. If it was cold he'd wear a merino sweater and either shorts or underwear underneath.

Other mornings James would take charge of the routine. Picking Kainga up, most of the time by his ass, and placing him on the counter top. Letting Kainga wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. Heavily distracting James with more lazy morning kisses, as much as he liked kissing Kainga, he can't help but love when Kainga kisses him. Making him so happy that James picks him up from sitting on the counter to hold him in the air and spin him around with pure ecstaticity within his laughter and Kainga's loud yells to put him down before he trips over and sends them both tumbling to the ground.

Kainga will be left to get dressed afterwards, giving James time to go and make tea and breakfast for the both of them. No matter how many times Kainga had told him to not go anywhere near the stove, soon enough going down to stop him from cooking. Saving them from either food poisoning or their kitchen burning down. Soon taking over in cooking breakfast for the both of them, the only thing James is allowed to touch in the kitchen is the kettle switch.

He's in the middle of making scrambled eggs until he feels two arms wrap around his waist. Those of James who pulls him into a hug from behind, not caring about Kainga raising his egg covered spatula to him. He could only laugh. "Whot's cookin, good lookin?~"

"Eggs, maybe some bacon if you feel like it." Kainga stated gently, placing the spatula back into the pan.

"Oh definitely, I'll promise not to burn the toast this time, darlin'." James started to kiss at his neck, Kainga tilting his neck up and let out a small gasp, letting James kiss at his soft skin dozily.

"You better not, last time you broke the toaster."

"Says the one who broke our alarm clock this mornin'-" James stated into the crux of his neck with a smirk across his skin when he plants another kiss, Kainga's sweater slowly lowering itself over his shoulders. James refused to admit he was the one lowering it when Kainga pulled it back up with a huff.

"I didn't break the alarm clock." Kainga parroted with a grin. "Now stop dicking around and get out some plates for breakfast." he half shoves the Kiwi off of him so he can plate up the eggs. Leaving James to grumble under his breath in defeat.

The sounds of the Tūī birds that had nested themselves in the trees around their small deck of a balcony sang out during the usual morning chorus. He can hear it in all its glory when he walked outside with his and James's breakfast. Pleased to find another cup of tea outside for him, as well as James sat on their small table set consisting of small white stools and a rickety glass table. He amended with a sardonic grin, Kainga just rolled his eyes but let out a loving soft sigh.

"What are you looking at now?" He asked as he placed the plate of cooked breakfast down on James's side of the table. James could only sigh dreamily.

"You, I think you're beautiful."

"So you tell me every morning~" Kainga smiled and sat down opposite him, preparing himself to be implored by James about how beautiful he thinks he is. It always earns the other a flustered blush and a sudden shyness, he can't even look at James's dumb handsome face when he's like this. So instead, James just steals a kiss.

#30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #aph #hws new zealand #zeaonga #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #30 day otp challenge

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cf8wrk4u-us · 3 years ago

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Now that I'm thinking of a crossover between TFPxUndertale (thanks to you). Now I would like to know some interactions with the Autobots and Decepticons meeting the Undertale characters.

(Updated Ask! Very Long😅 There might be a Part 2)

No one knows how it happened.

Was it because of the new artifact the group found?

Was it because of that new computer program that Ratchet was working on?

Or was this just an act of Primus himself?

Because this all seems impossible.

Because just after playing the Undertale game, power and electricity surges through the base. The power goes out for awhile before coming back on.

But when it does the Cybertronians and human noticed their are suddenly more people in the base.

"WOWIE, THE SURFACE SURE LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERGROUND! DOESN'T SANS"

Team Prime immediately recognize the name and are taken aback to realize that the major characters of their favorite human RPG game are currently standing solid and very real in front of them.

The monsters group, consisting of Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Flowey, and their human friend Frisk are equally as shocked. Except Papyrus, who just smiles at the giant robots saying.

"MY, WHAT ARTFULLY PLACED STATUSES"!

That is until Optimus finally speaks calling Asgore by name that most of the Undertale group becomes on edge or just confused. With Undyne drawing out her spear, Toriel pulling Frisk behind her and raising a fire ball in one hand, and Sans standing in the back with one of his eyes glowing ominously.

Asgore has yet to summon his weapon but straightening his shoulders he looks directly at the tallest robot, the one who said his name.

"Yes, I am Asgore" he said "And who are you"?

Optimus and the group immediately try to calm the game characters down. Explaining that they are no threat to them but they tell the group that unfortunately they are currently in a world different from their own.

They really try to skim over the parts that their fictional character that they played with intimately but do say that they have seen their lives and know their story.

Unfortunately it's Optimus who has to give them the sad news that the peaceful surface they were heading to was not here.

He explained who he is, who his team were, the brief history of their people, and the secret war that's going on on this planet.

He makes it a point to warn them about the Decepticons and their threat to the humanity.

The Undertale characters are disheartened to say the least. There they were a few minutes ago ready to go to the surface and finally see the sun, leaving the darkness behind for a life of peace. Only to end up on a version of earth where a war is currently taking place and the planet could be destroyed any day now.

Papyrus is the only one to try and brighten the mood, telling his friends brother that sure things look bleak, sure there's a war going on, sure their separated from their original world and their friends.

But they were on the surface!

The could finally see the sun, the stars, and even other humans!

"LOOK THERE ARE SOME RIGHT NOW"!!! He said, waving to Jack, Miko, and Raf.

The three waving back nervously.

The monsters seem to brighten up at this and Asgore as if there are was a way outside.

Team Prime eagerly said yes and hurriedly showed them to the top of the base. It was evening at the time and the group of monsters and their young human charge were treated to the Jasper desert sunset.

The Cybertronians and the humans were practically giddy to see the delighted looks on the game characters faces. It was just like a scene from the game itself. If they could the Autobots would have cried, actually the humans members of the team did cry.

From that day on the group coexist within the base. Optimus tells the Undertale group that they were welcomed to stay as long as they needed.

He told Asgore and the group "While we don't know how you came into our world, I promise you and your people the same protection we have extended to this planet and it's populace"

Asgore is grateful and promises that he will in turn offer whatever help he could towards their war. He really gets along with Optimus. Both of them seen as leaders to their race, both who carry a tremendous responsibility to their people. And both fighting in a war crucial to their race. He dosent want Optimus to know the defeat and hopelessness he has. Yes Asgore has done terrible things, Optimus is not blind to it or ignores it, he has killed innocent children for Pits sake!

But Optimus also realizes that everything Asgore did was for the sake of his people. As a leader he was forced to make hard choices, choices he may have fully had his heart in. Choices he himself would never want to be placed in front of him. Asgore reminds him a lot of Megatronus before they parted on bad terms. Only Asgore is repentant of his actions, in the game he was prepared to give Frisk his soul so they could return to the surface and was even willing to adopt Frisk. Even knowing that this was stopping the monsters chance from going to the surface.

Asgore is very interested in learning about Cybertronian culture and about space in general, he's thousand of years old and has only know see the stars and celestial bodies from earth's perspective and that was before the barrier was sealed! And in turn Optimus wants to learn more about monster culture, specifics that the game didn't touch on. They often enjoy conversations over a cup of tea and a cube of energon. Ratchet and Ultra Magnus also become good friends with the mountain king, appreciating his mature company.

Alphys really wants to learn all she can about how her friends could have gotten to this world. And it's a surprise to Team Prime when Ratchet to enthusiastically offered to help. The both enjoy talking about science, Alphys wanting to learn about Cybertronian science and Ratchet wanting to learn about magic and it's applications. He knows Alphys is self conscious and has a low self esteem, so he does his best to remind her that she's a brilliant scientist. He really resonated with her story with the amalgamations, knowing as a doctor the need to want to contribute more to your patients and the people your protecting. And the guilt that consumes you when you cause more harm than good. The synthetic energon was his amalgamations. Alphys also likes hanging out with Miko and the kids, she's always asking Miko questions about Japan and anime. And is very excited when she learns that Team Prime has a groundbridge and she could literally visit the country in minutes!

Undyne is pretty bummed to be separated from her friends and fellow guardsmen and the peaceful life she wanted with her girlfriend is now on hold. But she certainly isn't going to sit back if a battles going on. She's trained half her life for a war so she might as well fight in this one! The whole thing reminds her of a mecha anime Alphys showed her. She really gets along with Bulkhead and Wheeljack and the Wreckers in turn. She constantly ask them to spar and though Bulkhead is hesitant Wheeljack knows she can take it. Undynes fighting prowess follows her out of the game and even if her spears can't pierce most of the bots metal armor she smart enough to aim for the weaker body parts like the digits, joints, and optics. The two are always daring each other to do dumb things like Wheeljack daring Undyne to pick up one of his swords and swing it or the fish monster telling the mech to suplex Smokescreen or Bumblebee.

She gets along with the kids and is constantly asking them to let her bench press them. Miko is her favorite though. The girl begging the monster to please teach her magic and some of her fighting styles. Undyne is unsure at first of involving someone so young in the war and teaching her to fight but Miko argues that she wants a chance to fight for her planet. That really moves something in Undyne, she sees a lot of herself in the girl. So she trains Miko and is a pretty good teacher. (Remember she trained Papyrus). She even learns the girl has similar hobbies to her, like piano. There was going to be a competition to see who can play a better solo and then throw the piano the farthest. Toriel and June put a stop to that😅 She also likes hanging out with Arcee, one of the few female warriors in the group, though her too loud attitude does get a little on the Femme's nerves a little

Mettaton loves the models of the Cybertronians and is always trying to asking for maintenance or polishing tips, both for his new and old form. He even offers to give the bots a few MTT line brands for half the price. To bad none of the bots have any gold. Smokescreen really likes hanging out with him. Sure he's egotistical, self-centured, and kind of flirty; but he's no Knock-Out. He's one of the few monsters that the bots could relate to physically and complain to one another about stiff joints and dented metal. Mettaton hates the idea of metal burn on his beautiful body. He's often asked to preform and sing by the younger bots and kids. Though they kind of get annoyed when Mettaton gets pushy with his make-over offers, as one time Bumblebee took him up in his offer and was caked in bucket of glitter afterwords. Though he's happy to be on the surface he's sad to now be involved in a war. Plus he's really worried about his cousin Napstablook and his fans back in his world. None the less he's offered his deadly glamor to the Autobots and with Alphys help can now more easily activate his NEO form.

Papyrus is so excited to be on the surface! And he's already made so many new friends! Both human and giant robots. Though he's confused on how all of them know so much about him, he simply reasons that the reputation of the Great Papyrus transcends even to other universes!

He gets along well with the youngest Autobot scouts and them in turn, especially when he reveals that he can understand Bumblebee's binary. He thinks it's a very interesting way to talk, though he understands it's a result of a wound.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee really like Papyrus, he was one of their favorite characters in the game and someone they relate to a lot. They're the youngest in the team, with as much experience as they have on the battle they still deal with wanting to prove themselves and contribute as much as the rest of the team. But it's hard not to feel self-conscious when in the presence of the older warriors and with their leader. Fearing they'll never be good enough to give back to their faction and protect the people they care about. But Papyrus doesn't have that fear, despite how disappointed he is at not being in the Royal Guard yet he still trains hard and does his best to support his people, like when he wanted to catch Frisk in order to give them to Undyne because he knew that monster kind really needed a human even if he didn't know why. All the same he has his principles and would never do anything against his friends, demonstrated when he let the humans go, convinced Undyne to be friends with them, and even offered his phone number to them for emotional support.

When coming to this world and realizing a war is going on for the sake of the planet, he isn't shy to offer his help. Even sparing with the bots alongside Undyne. He proves to be just as versatile with his bone attack as the Ex-Royal Guard is with her spears, creating obstacles and projectiles. Unfortunately his blue-attack has little effect on the Cybertronians giant bodies but still most of his attacks could cause damage and be especially affected. The look on Smokescreens face when Papyrus summoned his giant bone was as Miko sputtered "Priceless"!

So yeah, the skeleton is someone the scouts have mad respect for. He even became really popular with the human children, playing with them, showing them tricks with his magic, and making puzzles just for them. A favorite game they like to play is racing, where one of the kids and Papyrus pairs up with one of the scouts and goes for a race outside. For this the skeleton basically dresses to the nines, with a stylish helmet, racing gear, and a pair of cool glasses.

Papyrus and the kids even created a new game called "Human Hunting '', which is basically like tag but incorporates puzzles and magic traps much like in the game. It's great fun but it makes most of the adults and Autobots uncomfortable.

Though after Agent Fowler set up a living space for the base new occupants it became a fast rule that Undyne and Papyrus weren't allowed in to set one foot in the new kitchen. Not after Undyne nearly burned the place down and especially not after Papyrus gave all the human sick after making some of his "famous" spaghetti

Sans is his usual self, still as lazy and sleepy as ever. The thing is the skeleton sometimes naps in the most unusual and inconvenient places. Like if Miko and Jack pester him to please stop sleeping on the couch because they want to play games he'd stretch and disappear only to teleport on top of the T.V.

So yeah the shorter skeleton naps everywhere; on the stairs, on the pipes, on top air-vents. One time Ratchet was heard scolding Sans for napping on the ground-bridges key-boared. So, yeah, he's basically like a cat.

He's pretty easy going and most of the humans and bots like him. He likes talking with Bulkhead and Wheeljack, learning about Cybertrons more casual culture. More specifically what jokes and puns they use. The skeleton thinks it is the best use of his time to know what it is to know on how to make his new robot roommates laugh.

This of course drives Ratchet and Papyrus crazy because of course Wheeljack has to tell San the corniest jokes there are in Cybertronian. Agent Fowler isn't too much of a fan of his ether, given when the liaison went around introducing himself to the monsters when he shook the skeletons hand a whoopee-cushion was at the end and released a fart sound that sent half of the base howling.

Though as much as he gets along with Team Prime and them in turn, there's just this awkward feeling everyone has. The group knows that Sans is the only one who remembers the timelines, some of them have even fought Sans in a Genocide route. The group feels terribly guilty for what they've unknowingly done to him and Frisk but are two afraid to say it. Sometimes when they're talking to the skeleton, they remind themselves to be careful of what they say in case they give away how much of the game they played or seen.

Sans in turn can't help but feel kind of strange around the group deep down. He's never been around a whole group of people with this much EXP or LV on them. But that's not what's bothering the monster. He feels like their hiding something.

At the same time he's sure that he'll wake up one day to be staring at the ceiling of his bedroom back in Snowdin.

All the same he's still friendly and courteous, offering to help Alphys in supporting Ratchet in his ground bridge and figuring out how they got here. Though the bots knew that he was probably very confident in combat they knew better than to bring up that subject.

Toriel had hoped to forget everything about war and death once she reached the surface with her friends and new family. But she was thrust into another one, one that threatened the lives of all who dwelled on Earth. Including her child and the rest of her people. All the same, the boss-monster vowed to do everything she could to protect everyone dear to her.

Toriel is soon dubbed as "base-mom", much to the annoyance of Miko. As the goat-monster is quick to make sure the children are never behind on their studies and homework, making sure they're eating healthy snacks and having an appropriate amount of screen time.

She was quick to give Team Prime a scolding when she heard they got children involved in their war, but that soon passed and was happily conversing up with the Autobots. Everyone just felt so at ease with her, she just radiated this maternal energy. June had especially become fast friends with her; both of them chatting away about June's day at work and Toriel's time as queen, their experience with motherhood, cooking recipes, and trash ex-husbands. Toriel is happy to learn whatever first-aid that June teaches her, thinking that it could be useful. The human mother also confides a lot in Toriel, often about her fear of losing Jack one day on some mission. And understandingly validates her fears, remembering her own children. Asriel, Chara, Frisk, and all the ones lost in the underground. She wouldn't wish what she went through on any other mother. But at the same time, she reminds June that as much as we wanted to shield and protect our children, their lives are their own. They'll make decisions one day that could lead to a dangerous path and there is nothing we as parents could really do, only be there to support them if they stumble.

Toriel also loves talking to Optimus, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus, mostly about the interesting history of Cybertron, its culture, and a bit about the Primuse. The older bots are quite endeared to have such an attentive listener. Though the talks are often cut short when Asgore shyly tries to join them, Toriel politely gets up and leaves. The Autobots find it quite shocking how Toriel's face could change from a happy smile to outright disgust in the presence of her ex-husband. When some of the bots, mostly Optimus, try to talk her into forgiving Asgore she is quick to shut that down. Often gesturing to the kids and telling the Autobot that Asgore had killed 7 children. Some as old or even younger than their own charges. That quickly shuts them up.

But what really endeared everyone to the goat-mom, is that she figured out a way to make energon-pie!

(I have a headcanon that magic could help turn usually inedible objects into edible ones; such as with Temmie Flakes, the water-sausages that make up Hot-Dogs and Hot Cats, and the glitter plus sequence that make Glam-burgers. But it takes a lot of skill and intent in ones magic to make it taste good)

Feeling bad that the Autobots were limited to only energon as a food source while on earth, so after Ratchet told her how energon is usually prepared and ways it could be cooked. She and Alphys found not only a way to distill the crystals into liquid but to jell it as well. Toriel also found a way to crush the energon crystals in order to make them into a pie crust. The tricky part was making a pie tin. But thanks to Bulkhead she was able to turn some flattened metal, bending it into surprisingly durable pie-tins. Then all it took was using her fire magic in a controlled heated space in order to bake them.

The Autobots are pleasantly surprised to wake up to two giant energon pies. One that was made with baked energon and one that was made with chilled jelled energon. While Ratchet, Arcee, and Ultra Magnus were doubtful of the "food", the other bots were pretty interested in giving these pies a try. They were all pleasantly surprised that not only was it edible but tasted extremely good! With Bulkhead and Wheeljack clearing one pie on their own, Toriel had to scold them lightly to let everyone have a piece.

The humans are a little jealous that they can't try any of it, but Toriel fixes that and makes some of her famous Butterscotch pie for them.

Now there's Flowey, and oh boy Flowy.

The flower wasn't the friendliest character even before the True Pacifist ending. While in the base he's rude and sarcastic to everyone, even his fellow monsters.

The Autobots and the humans on Team Prime try to be nice to him, knowing that this soulless-flower was once the small and sad monster, prince Asriel. But it's really hard to keep being sad for him when he keeps acting so unfriendly and snarky. He honestly reminds most of the team of the Decepticons Seeker. The only ones he seems to tolerate are Frisk and Papyrus. As the striped shirt human is especially determined and Papyrus because he's just so stubbornly nice.

Things become worse though as Flowey overhears a conversation that reveals that the members of team Prime have played the game, not only that they've done it multiple times. Even killing the characters in the game.

He takes demented glee in revealing what he's heard to the group when the monsters are out of ear shot. Cackling as he called them a slew of names ranging from "murders", "killers", "tortures", and something that hites a lot of the Autobots "hypocrites".

"Does it feel good to make the people you slaughtered feel welcomed and safe" he said "Do you think its funny how friendly they are to the people who helped kill them"?

Miko is the one who snaps when Flowey off-handedly threatens to tell the others the truth and the girl snaps back that maybe they should tell them who Flowey really is.

"We're not the only ones keeping secrets, right Asriel"!

This puts Flowey in a rage to a point he shoots at the girl with one of his pellets. But in return Arcee pulls out her blaster and fires at the flower. The soulless monster dodges away but at that point everyone has their weapons drawn.

At this point they stop seeing Flowey as someone to be pitied but the threat that he is given he was the games main antagonist.

Optimus implores Flowey to please remain civil, he apologizes for his actions but will not allow the flower to hurt anyone. At the same time Ratchet is also quick to add that as long as we keep "unpleasant" information to ourselves then the cohabitation they all share would remain peaceful.

So it's a stale-mate between the soulless-flower and the Autobots, it's not perfect but at least there's no risk of the truth being revealed.

Finally there's Frisk!

Like everyone else Frisk was surprised that they ended up in another world, let alone one that had giant robots. They are worried about the war that's conspiring in this universe, scared that their new family and new friends would be hurt.

All the same, though this new world is exciting, their family is happy, and they've met so many good people.

They have become fast friends with Raf and love playing video games with him, Frisk also loves hanging out with Miko and Jack. The two acting like older siblings to the youngest new team member. Everyone gets along fine, playing games, exploring, or just hanging out.

Most of the Autobots are very fond of Frisk, though it was rather awkward when the child out of the blue began flirting with the Cybertronians. Ratchet nearly spitting up his cube of energon when the child skipped over to him and said with much confidence.

"My GPS must be on the fritz, because I'm lost in your optics"!

But they couldn't lie that seeing Frisk feels them with a lot of guilt. This child played as their avatar throughout the game. They had influenced their choices without their consent. Something that went against the very purpose of their faction. Yes, it was a game but now that this child is real and standing before they realize the gravity of their choices. Of what they influenced Frisk to do.

Frisk hasn't tried to use their save yet, honestly they're not sure if they still can. For now they don't want to risk it and potentially lose the friends they made in this world. All they can hope is that there never comes a day where they will need it.

So that is how things are with team prime and the characters from Undertale that they unintentionally called to this world.

Becoming fast friends with each other and exploring the surface together. Being careful as Agent Fowler advised. Oftentimes they visit Jasper if they need to do a grocery run or just want to look at a human town. Disguising themselves as best they can, though it's a real struggle for the monsters who are especially sensitive to the heat. It really impresses the kids how excited the monsters are when they visit Jasper, which is far from the most exciting place in the county alone or even the state.

And when they're not doing that they often help with scouting for any energon deposits and help bring them to the base.

It was a peaceful month or so.

But of course the Decepticons showed up.

(To Be Continued......)

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timbertumbr · 4 years ago

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 3, Merchants and Mascots

First chapter

Quotev Link

Thank you to my friend for helping me with the puns.

List of Usernames with Nicknames-

Blue (Underswap Sans): Magnificent Blueberry

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus): Carrot

Edge (Underfell Papyrus): Captain

Red (Underfell Sans): Red

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Maleficent

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Rus

Oak (Horrortale Sans): Oak

Willow (Horrortale Papyrus): Willow

Papyrus (OG or Undertale Papyrus): Coolskeleton95

Sans (OG or Undertale Sans): Sansational

-The next day-

Since you didn’t have to go into work today, you decided to properly grind gold and EXP(erience) in Basic so you can explore a bit more without fear of dying and losing everything. You log into the virtual world and see that there were still a lot of people on the server. Shrugging it off, you are navigating the starting town back to the fields when you pass a certain street and a pair of VERY familiar skeletons.

You backtrack and take a proper look at them, they looked practically identical to Blue and Stretch. The tall one was moving around crates while the short one was… snoozing? In a game? You decided not to question it as you looked at their makeshift stand that had a sign reading “Oak and Willow’s Merchant Stand” Huh, that’s their usernames.

“Straight to the point. Nice,” You complimented aloud, the tall skeleton flinched and turned around quicker than you could say “What the fuuuuu-”

“You!” He said excitedly. You look around the street before pointing to yourself.

“Me?” You ask, earning a nod from the skeleton.

“You’re The Game Store Employee That Made Puns With My Cousin And Brother!” He states matter-of-factly. Wait a minute-

“Yeah, that’s me. But how did you know?”

“I Never Forget A Face, Nyeh Heh Heh! Er… Voice, In This Case,” Impressive. He holds out a hand and you take it.

“My Name Is Willow! And This Is My Brother Oak!” He Introduced.

“Sup,” You hear a familiar deep voice say as you jump from surprise, Oak chuckles.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” You calm your racing heart and accept his apology. Wait, they look different from when you saw them at the store. Oak didn’t have his head wound or big red eye… Perks of being able to make customizable avatars.

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Fart!” The brothers snickered before Willow returned to moving crates.

“Likewise! Unfortunately, We Cannot Talk For Long. We Have Much Work To Do!” You nod and look at the small amount of crates.

“Anyway I could help?” You offer, Willow stacks a crate onto another before looking at you.

“I Appreciate The Offer But I Wouldn’t Want To Trouble You,” Willow explains, you shake your head.

“It’s no trouble for me at all. I’m going to the fields anyway. You DO need more supplies right?” You ask, uncertain if your hunch is right or not. Willow tapped his foot with a thoughtful expression before nodding.

“W-Well, If You Insist. But, With One Condition,” You nod, showing you were listening.

“You Be Our Friend! O-Only If You Want To, Of Course,” Awww, how could you say no to such a gentle kind soul?

“You got yourself a deal buddy! I’ll be back with LOADS of stuff!” You exclaim before running off. Willow squeaked after they left and a rush of excited energy rushed through him.

“Sans! Sans! Did you hear that?! They Called Me ‘Buddy!’” Oak smiles at his brother before letting Willow talk his metaphoric ears off while putting that excited energy to good use by stocking their current items.

Meanwhile, you were excitedly picking up any herbs, creature drops, and anything you could find really. Plus, you’d be able to get the EXP and Gold you needed while helping someone else so it was a win-win!

“SAAAAAAANS!” You hear someone yell from within a nearby cave. Confused and concerned, you place the supplies in your hand into your bag before making your way into the cave. You stop when you see a large cavern with two skeletons surrounded by spiders. WHY IS IT ALWAYS SKELETONS?! “SANS, HELP ME WITH THE SPIDERS!”

“Can’t. ‘M stuck,”

“THERE IS ONE WEB ON YOU!”

“I know, how will I weave my way out of this sticky situation?”

“SAAAAAAANS!” AS much as you wanted to keep hearing their amusing banter, they were about to die from low level spiders. So without wasting any more time, you slayed the spiders and collected the drops.

“WOWIE! THAT WAS NEAT!” Complemented the tall skeleton named “Coolskeleton95.” You smile at him.

“Thanks, but please try to be careful next time. You would’ve lost your stuff if you died,” Coolskeleton nods.

“WILL DO! THANK YOU FART!” The short skeleton named “SANSational” started snickering.

“Yeah, glad you caught wind of our situation,” You snort at the pun while Coolskeleton glared at SANSational. Wait- have you seen Coolskeleton95 somewhere? Hmmm…

“Well, it was nice to meet you two but I gotta drop some supplies off to some new merchants,” You explain, about to leave when Coolskeleton speaks up.

"YOU'RE HELPING OAK AND WILLOW?" He asks excitedly, dumbfounded, you nod.

"WOWIE! SO ARE WE! IS IT ALRIGHT IF WE GO TOGETHER?" So many sweet skeletons!

"Of course!" And off you three went when you suddenly remembered where you saw Coolskeleton95 from.

"Wait a minute, are you Papyrus? The monster mascot?" You suddenly ask, He smiles widely.

“INDEED I AM!” Papyrus exclaims, you stare up at the skeleton in awe.

“Oh wow! It’s such an honor to meet you! You’re the coolest!” Papyrus chuckles.

“WHY THANK YOU! IT’S ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO MEET A FAN!” You smile widely when you realize something. Didn’t Blue call Carrot “Papy?” And Papyrus looks strangely like Willow, Edge, Stretch and Rus! The heck is going on…

Before you could come up with a possible explanation, you all arrived back at the town and in front of Oak and Willow’s Merchant Stand, huh, that was… quick.

“Wowie, You’re Back Already? And With Sans and Papyrus too!” Willow exclaims. Heh, Sansational…

“Yup, and I got some good stuff!” You say as you hand him the bag full of supplies to him, Papyrus doing the same with a small bag. Willow’s eye lights seem to light up.

“Goodness, This Is Quite The Haul. Thank You All So Much!” Papyrus nods proudly, wait, they all have the same avatar with different clothes? This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.

“YOU’RE WELCOME WILLOW! BUT I MUST BE OFF! I HAVE TO HELP NEW PLAYERS GET USED TO THE GAME! (THIS GAME COULD HELP FURTHER THE BOND BETWEEN MONSTERS AND HUMANS!)” And off he went towards the hub of the town.

“I’m glad I was able to help, do you guys want my Discord?” You ask, Willow squeaks.

“Y-You Don’t Have To-”

“Well, I insist,” You counter quickly, Willow sighs but smiles.

“If That’s The Case, Yes Please!” You friend each other on Discord while Oak was having a quiet conversation with Sans.

“Oookay! Now we can talk whenever we want! It was nice meeting you all but I gotta go get back to grinding,” You explain, Willow smiles.

“Alright, Good Luck Friend Fart!” Willow says as Oak waves. And off you went to the fields again with a short skeleton in tow, Sans. You raise a brow as you look over your shoulder.

“Do you need something?” You ask confused, the short skeleton shrugs.

“Just want to know who my cousins are interacting with,” He states, ah, that makes sense.

“And with that being said, mind me asking some questions while you ‘grind?’” Oh, he’s being cautious. Understandable.

“Sure, I don��t mind,” You answer as you bring out your multiweapon to attack the nearby slimes. And while you attacked slimes, he asked questions. At first the questions were simple, like “favorite food” or “favorite color.” Then it moved to more specific questions like “What is your view on monsters?” “What do you do for a living” You tried your best to answer the questions as vaguely yet informative as you could since, well, he was a stranger. He seemed content with the answers.

“Welp, that’s all I needed to know. Thanks for letting me rib ya pal. You have fun with your ‘grinding.’ See ya,” Sans says before walking away. Okay… that was odd. You shrugged it off and continued grinding until the crack of dusk.

Right, now onto the fun part. Actual Plot.

Next Chapter

#Not this shit again...#Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Sans #Underfell Papyrus #Underfell Sans #Swapfell Sans #Swapfell Papyrus #Horrortale Papyrus #Horrortale Sans #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #X Reader #Reverse Harem

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cluelessnamelessao3 · 4 years ago

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But It’s Not Funny

4. But I Can’t Stop Laughing

You stood in the backroom, washing out a water bowl that one of the dogs had managed to tip the entire contents of their food bowl into. It had turned the dry kibble into a gross gravy-like mush. Plus, it didn’t exactly smell great either, so it needed to be dealt with now. Right now, because you were not ready to deal with smelling that rancid stink for another minute more.

“You’re like a Chihuahua,” Frisk said suddenly, causing your hands to still as your brow furrowed with confusion.

You blinked at them, your face growing warm. Your eyes were narrowed and indignant. You weren’t sure you liked being compared to a small, yappy dog.

“What?” you exclaimed, “I am not!”

“You’re just so small and angry. Like a Chihuahua! You even shake like one…” They were giggling, their face hidden behind their hands and you were trying your best not to look too offended.

“I’m not even that small! You’re the same size as me, punk!”

Frisk giggled again, “Yeah, but I’m, like, sixteen! And hoowww old are you?” They sang, wiggling their eyebrows at you with a smirk on their face.

“Okay, okay, like-sixteen, go put this bowl back in the kennel, please.” You were trying and failing to sound stern, and they made a face which had you laughing a second later. As they left, they turned to sign a quick apology for teasing you, but you shook your head, a small smile still stuck on your face.

The door rang and you turned, expecting… not… that.

You blanched at the sight but tried not to let your discomfort show as you mumbled out a weak “Hello! How can I help you?”

The mass in front of you shivered and wiggled—the skin on its face (well, you assumed that was its face) quivered slightly and a gaping hole appeared in the middle. The creature seemed to be panting heavily and their shaking increased as you stepped out from behind the counter.

It had… so many legs. The head was distinctly dog-like with large, pointed ears and something akin to a snout. There appeared to be a tail on the back of it, and between each leg looked to be the outline of a dog—but you weren’t sure. It was too hard to tell with how constantly the form seemed to shift and move and change.

You approached it slowly, trying to hide your queasiness by being friendly. You cooed at it, gesturing it to come closer.

It seemed to like that and bounded up to you within seconds, its odd, tail-like protrusion wagging sporadically, flicking specks of whatever substance made this creature up all over your store.

You laid your palm out flat in front of its face and…

The thing practically swallowed your hand whole. You were about to scream in terror when suddenly your hand reappeared from the mass with a wet pop… just covered in a thick layer of some sort of grey ooze. It was becoming harder and harder not to throw up.

As you tried to hold back your gags at the unpleasant presence of the creature, you noticed a familiar figure standing behind the shifting mass of goop that somewhat resembled a dog.

“Sans?” You squeaked, almost in disbelief.

“In the flesh… or should I say sans the flesh.” He winked cheekily and you furrowed your brows, “That’s your cue to uh, laugh, or, yanno, emote at all?” Then, seemingly more to himself he whispered, “Kid sure knows how to pick ‘em.”

You frowned, “I’m still here, and can definitely hear you.”

He shrugged, definitely not apologetic in the least, “Sorry, kiddo, just findin’ it hard to tickle your funny bone.”

Your mouth twitched and you fought the urge to laugh—He’d been rude to you! There was no way you were going to start giggling just because of a few dumb jokes. Instead, you chose to question the… creature… he’d brought with them.

“So, uh, do they have a name?”

At that moment though, Frisk popped their head out from the backroom and squealed with excitement.

“ENDOGENY!”

The quivering mass responded to Frisk’s voice by shaking even more violently than they were before, you swear you could see pieces of slime rolling off of them and splattering onto the floor. Each time it did though, it collected itself back into the creature’s—Endogeny’s form.

Sans, saved from answering your question, watched as you interacted with Frisk. It was interesting—you were interesting. But at least Frisk seemed to like you. He felt an ounce of regret; he’d reacted badly upon seeing you and he knew he hadn’t made the best impression on you, but it was too late to fix that. Fate would sort itself out anyway. That was what it always did.

It turned out that cleaning the amalgamation, Endogeny, wasn’t as hard as it seemed. Their skin was like wet clay, somewhat malleable and pliable, or maybe they were more like the silly putty you used to play with as a kid. The water tended to bounce right off of them, so you opted to use a dry shampoo on their fur—or lack thereof.

Sans watched the entire time and you tried not to feel too awkward as you and Frisk worked. He wasn’t necessarily doing anything wrong, but you could feel his eyes on you. It was wearing on your patience and eventually you turned around, an angry flush on your face, and snapped, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

He smirked. You resisted the urge to throw something at him.

It was almost a relief to see him go.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and soon you found yourself packing up to leave.

“So, Frisk, shall I take you home?”

They nodded, a smile on their tanned face, “Actually, we’re gonna go to Paps’ house, I’m staying the night over there!”

“Ah, okay, kiddo. Then, let’s go, yeah?” You grabbed Luna’s leash in one hand and Frisk’s hand in the other. In your short time of knowing the kid, you felt oddly protective of them. You were pretty sure you’d fight a bitch for this kid if the need ever arose. Though, you weren’t even that much older than them, you shouldn’t really be considering them a kid anymore.

As if echoing your thoughts, they spoke up indignantly, “I’m not a kid! I’m nearly an ADULT!”

You laughed as the two of you left the shop, “That’s what a KID would say!” It took all of your willpower not to smirk at them and their flushed face. They were too fun to tease. It was like being with the little sibling you’d never had.

Frisk chatted with you about their family the entire walk to Papyrus’ place, even mentioning a sibling of theirs that… apparently, wasn’t even a sibling. They weren’t even really a human—nor a monster. You’d never really questioned Frisk’s family, nor their mother that by all means could not possibly be their biological mother.

There would never be a more perfect time to ask than now, “Hmm, so, uh, how’d you meet… er, I mean, like, Toriel is your adoptive parent, right?”

They shrugged, “Yeah, I guess so, they’re more like my real momma than… my mother was…” Their voice trailed off and when you looked over at them, they seemed to be deep in thought. Gently, you reached out and tapped their shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m glad you have Toriel. Found family can be better than the biological. So, uh, tell me about your brother… Asriel, right?”

They nodded, the haunted look in their eyes replaced with a much more affectionate expression, “Yeah! My brother Asriel is really great… Though, uh, he likes to be called Flowey now… And I mean, he’s also a flower, but like, it’s not a big deal!”

You’d have to keep that in mind—Flowey, not Asriel. Also, what? He wasn’t a human? And he wasn’t a goat monster? He was a fucking flower? Was he conscious? Sentient? You weren’t sure… “I’ll have to meet him sometime. Maybe we can have a little picnic with your mother and your brother next week!”

Frisk agreed enthusiastically, their smile wider than ever. ‘I want to do that soon!’ They signed quickly.

You’d begun to notice in the two weeks that you’d been working with them that Frisk tended to switch to sign language when they got overly excited.

“I’d love to meet more of your family and spend some time with them!”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to walk. Frisk led you into a short alleyway and out onto a different street… a very familiar street… it took you a second to realize this was in the same neighbourhood as your apartment complex.

You got a sinking feeling in your gut as Frisk led you directly toward your building, but you were relieved—probably a little too relieved when you realized they didn’t actually live in your building, but rather just a block or so to the right of where you stayed.

You liked to have your space, even if you liked Papyrus a lot.

“Do you have family?” Frisk’s voice knocked you from your thoughts and you took a moment to blink at them confusedly.

“Uhhh, y-yeah… I… uh do.” You weren’t really keen on talking about them… There wasn’t much to say other than the fact that you didn’t exactly ‘get along’ with your family. You were, for all intents and purposes, completely estranged from them. Your father was neglectful, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and your stepmother was hateful. She blamed you for a lot of things—she even blamed you for your own trauma.

You sighed, “They’re fine, I guess… I have a dad, a stepmom, and a stepbrother. My… my mother died when I was younger.”

Frisk nodded solemnly, seeming to consider your words carefully before asking, “Can I meet them someday? They can’t be that bad if they made you.”

You were saved from having to answer when Papyrus burst through the front door of his house, “OH WOWIE! I knew we had the TINY HUMAN coming over! But I didn’t think that they were going to bring the OTHER TINY HUMAN over TOO!”

He lunged toward you, arms outstretched, and you instinctively took a step back, fear swirling in your stomach. He seemed to take the cue, though, because he suddenly seemed a lot more subdued as he mumbled out a quick apology, “Sorry SMALL human, I forgot that you do not wish to be TOUCHED!”

You nodded meekly, and awkwardly patted his shoulder—or rather, his forearm, you couldn’t reach his shoulder. “It’s nice to see you again, Paps, maybe you, Undyne, and I could hang out again sometime.”

Frisk whined petulantly and you smiled affectionately, “Well of course Frisk is coming too, that’s just a given! It’s no party without little boss, here.”

The three of you chatted amiably for a moment before the two of them waved goodbye and headed into the house. You carefully picked your way down the stairs, hands in your pockets, Luna’s leash dragging on the ground beside you.

You were feeling weird—almost jealous? You wanted to head in and join them, maybe sit down for a cup of tea and talk for a while. You wanted to share stories of family and friends, gossip about nightmare costumers at the groomer’s shop, or complain about noisy neighbours. It’d been such a long time since you’d just hung out with someone for the fun of it—not counting the unplanned hangout with Undyne and Papyrus earlier this week.

You’d lost contact with most of your friends, either because they had given up on you, or because you’d isolated yourself; it was hard to tell who was at fault for your solitude. But that wasn’t right, because no, blame couldn’t be ladled out at your discretion. Everything that had happened was a matter of choice—you’d chosen the path your life was on… even if you hadn’t meant for it to turn out this way…

You hadn’t known the consequences. You hadn’t been prepared for them.

Luna pushed her wet nose into your limp hand, and you blinked, suddenly realizing you were still standing by the front steps of Papyrus’ house. Your face flushed with embarrassment. You hurriedly reached down to scoop up Luna’s leash.

Some days it just like your head got away from you and you found yourself staring into space as you thought and thought and thought and the thoughts kept getting thought and it was nonstop. Half the time it wasn’t until someone called your name, or Luna noticed and got your attention that you would snap out of it.

Time flew by when you were like that. It was so hard for you to get out of your own head when you started to overthink.

“Hey, kid!” A deep drawling voice rang out and you flinched, “Sorry, heh, I just saw you out here… I just got off work and was headin’ home. Were you droppin’ the little kiddo off?”

It was Sans, he was in his typical faded blue jacket with its fluffy white fur hood, the black athletic shorts he wore contrasting hugely with the bright white of his bones. It connected, at that moment, that you were just standing in front of his house. You knew Papyrus had a sibling, although you hadn’t realised it was Sans.

You nodded in answer, still feeling odd from your lapse in attention earlier.

He seemed to sense something was wrong, “Hey, it’s gettin’ kind of late, how about I walk ya home?”

You shrugged, "I can manage, it’s fine..." you trailed off, noticing the look of worry on his face.

“Look, to patella ya the truth, I think we got off on the wrong foot… So uh, throw me a bone here and I’ll take ya home?” He looked so awkward there as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, that you couldn’t help but take pity on him.

“Yeah… uh, sure… I’d, uh, be bonely on my own,” you giggled helplessly at the end of your own joke.

The expression on his face made it all the better as his eyes widened and he let out a most unattractive snort.

“That’s good, that’s real’ good,” he chuckled.

“Well, I mean…” you chewed your lower lip, thinking for a moment, “if you like puns so much, I happen to know a skele-ton of skele-puns.”

He laughed and gestured for you to start walking. The two of you made your way down the sidewalk giggling all the while as you swapped jokes back and forth.

All too soon you ended up at the front of your apartment building.

You were just about to head inside before Sans stopped you, “Hey uhm, I made kind of a shitty first impression… sorry ‘bout that, kid… Yeah, like, really sorry for being kind of rude…”

You waved a hand dismissively, “No, sorry, yeah, you’re totally fine… uh, don’t worry about it at all. Besides, I could have been nicer, right? Sorry… Er, I mean, I’m sorry as well…”

He chuckled softly, the smile on his face much softer than you’d seen it before, “No bones about it, I was a real numbskull.”

“Nah, don’t be sorry! I’m sorry, just, uh, let’s start over, how about?”

He nodded, looking slightly relieved.

You were just about to head inside once again when he stopped you once more. If anything, he looked even more nervous than he did when he’d asked to walk you home. “So uh, I was wondering… as, heh, a way to ‘start over’…”

He took a deep breath, like he was mentally preparing himself for something big; you waited with bated breath.

“Look, I lost my number, can I have yours?”

You snorted before you could stop yourself and clapped a hand over your mouth as you giggled, “That is the worst come on I’ve ever heard.”

You could have sworn there was a light blue dusting on his cheeks, but when you took a closer look, it was gone, and his mildly embarrassed expression was replaced with the typical easy grin. You held out your hand, gesturing for his phone and he handed it to you.

You settled for the name “NOT Tiny Human” and typed your contact information in, “There you have it… Just don’t, uh, text me at like three in the morning and we should be good—or do, I mean, I’m not your boss.”

He snickered and for the third time that night you said your goodbyes, this time actually making it inside. When you turned around to wave one last time, he was gone.

#binf #but it's not funny #chapter 4 #chapter 4 but it's not funny #binf undertale #undertale #sans undertale #sans/reader #sans/female reader #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction

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misterbitches · 4 years ago

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Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas.

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL.

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers!

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die.

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more. i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done)

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom.

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through.

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao. basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman. anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord.

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop.

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t. beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are.

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid.

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc.

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me)

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex)

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

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yfere · 6 years ago

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Shipping Calculus! Live Updates from C2E59

Wow, so coming off of a lean week, we get a lot of uh, punch, to the shipping totals. Wow. Wowie. Masterpost here.

This week debuts our new Cockblocking Points program, which fills—or rather prevents from being filled—a hole in the shipping calculations up till now.

+20 to Fjord/Caduceus as Caduceus proves once again what a fantastic Charisma Partner he makes with Fjord as they work together in perfect sync to bring the giants to their side. Featuring 1) Fjord draping his arm around Caduceus (!!!) and 2) Caduceus initiating Fjord’s favorite “I work for Fjord” roleplay (!!!!!!!!!). Besides that, muchos complimentos on both sides, even if Caduceus’ pleasure with Fjord taking his side and saying “You’re usually the voice of caution” conveniently ignores how Fjord’s reckless actions rarely ever line up with what his cautious mouth says. Fjord making goopy eyes when Caduceus admits of his altruistic plans that he can “be on the soft end of things” and making something perilously close to a romantic declaration when he says, “I trust your heart, Caduceus. It’s in a good place.” And lest it be forgotten, Caduceus fucking saving Fjord’s life from Mosquito Man. Keep that cleric close, Fjord! Romance him if that’s what it takes!

+15 to Caduceus/Every Single NPC. As per usual, Caduceus’ classic fairy tale princess sweetness and Common Courtesy earns the implicit trust of everyone within a ten mile radius—all the giants like him, and only him, absolutely no one else.

+4 to Beau/Sensing Bullshit as she is the only person who picks up on and seems concerned about how Caduceus seems to think this mountain clearing quest is related to his personal quest for……no discernible reason. Are we concerned about the vagueness? No? All right then. Something is off about that dude, even if he’s not secretly plotting to murder the M9 in the mountain caves.

-2 to Yeza/Nott as Nott entertains about five billion separate fears over the eventual demise of her marriage and beats herself up over having locked the poor man (who just got out of prison btw) in a hotel room and ditched him. Point loss ameliorated as Caleb musters All The Powers of Friendship to lift her spirits with a firm hand, telling her sure, she might be a bit of an adventure addict, but he is as sure as he can be that Yeza truly loves her now and always, that he, Caleb, is glad that she’s here, and that thinking in the macro she can do whatever she likes with no guilt because she is Good, and they are all doing Good together (a moving speech also earning +6 to Caleb/Hopebringer)

+0 to Jester/Caleb. Pluses: Caleb giving Jester a risque locket, claiming it’s magical and “gives you access to balloon porn” just to make her smile. Caleb’s absolute faith in Jester’s swoleness in thinking she can absolutely just crack a chest open like a nutcracker who needs finesse? Jester thinking of Caleb first when she thinks of who needs healing #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress. Unfortunately, all these points are flushed down the drain when Caleb coldly exiles Jester from the Tiny Hut when she gets the runs. She couldn’t have stayed inside, but you could have been nicer about it—she’s already suffering!

+0 to Jester/Yasha On the one hand, it was very cute of Yasha to try to share her favorite food with Jester while risking the ire of the giants, very cute of Jester to try to bond with Yasha over this excellent tasting land food. But all point gains were forcibly expelled once Jester got the runs. The universe punishes those who tread too close to the Yasha ship.

+2 to Nott/Jester The word around the lab is that secretly Jester just wants to be a Knight In Shining Armor, which is why one of the most effective ways to gain points with her is to a) buy her shiny armor and b) allow her to protect you as a true KISA would. Today featuring: 1) Jester channeling her inner Aladdin with a “Do you trust me?” and Romantic Proffering of a Hand to Nott before whisking her away to the top of a tower, and 2) Jester hoisting Nott up by the waist so Nott can more efficiently murder their enemies.

+3 to Caleb/Cat Shaped Creatures as he debuts another sexy cat paw spell to dramatically tear down a gate for his grand Cat Person entrance to the battlefield. Was sadly prevented from showing off the full murdering capabilities of the cat paw, however. Points taken away for covering Frumpkin in mud For Stealth, which pisses Frumpkin off.

+1 to Jester/Soorna as Jester awkwardly tries to flirt Soorna into friendliness,petting her and complimenting her bald head which looks “really nice and stuff”

+20 to Fjord/Detective Work as Fjord’s investigation yields 1) exactly the kind of humiliating material they need to absolutely destroy the foreman, and 2) A fuck ton of healing potions! Including a greater! Very sexy cool of him, as Jester very perceptively notes. Unfortunately hasn’t started investigating for a riftmaking device—yet

+1 to Fjord/Caleb as once more their tag-teaming over Detective Work yields amazing (and this time, saucy!) results. Fjord supporting Caleb’s hopeful plan to bring the giants along with them and leave them to die in the mountain if things take a turn for the worse. Their minds—they think alike.

-3 to The Mighty Nein/Boxes as neither Nott, Yasha, nor Jester (on her first try) were able to open the box with the Humiliation Material—it takes some creative artistry from Jester to manage it.

+20 to Beau/Jester as Beau proves that true love is there for you in sickness and in health, being the only one of the Mighty Nein to sit with Jester through her spider-meat induced illness, holding her hair out of her face, dealing gently and uncomplainingly with frankly an incredible amount of grossness which automatically makes Beau a shipping hero and a hero in all future beaujester sickfic. The pair of them getting equally psyched up about the pornographic Humiliation Material, with Beau requesting a dramatic reading of the letter from Jester (Caleb sucks at voices anyway). Beau also continuing to embody the shipping spirit of Molly by invoking the Slap/Punch of Love to return her love interest back to consciousness. Not even an Attempted Cockblocking from Nott insisting Beau is an enemy manages to put a damper on the moment. A+ UnStraight Out of Fanfic Material.

+23 to Fjord/Jester as, although Fjord rolls his eyes and tells Jester to leave the moorbounders for once, earning a death threat from our dear cleric, he cleverly forestalls massive point loss by bringing up the “L” word. Cute, mischievous, also kind of horrible on the flirting front (as evidenced by annoyed head shake from our dear cleric) because you need to jive with Jester’s love of animals if you want any chance at a long-term relationship. However, the moorbounder conversation earns all the points, with Fjord and Jester having a lovely disagreement over which of them should get the healing potion because they love each other so much (fuck the rest of the M9, potential love interests Caleb and Beau included). Fjord trying and failing to pretend that he cares about animals, misidentifying the type of creature Yarnball is two times and asking adorably dumb questions about her in an attempt to Bond With The Jester. He’s right though—he is being disarming. Minor point loss for the awkwardness nearly giving me the spins, and +2 to Caleb/Cockblocking for his pornographic jewelry gift thoroughly ruining Fjord’s moment with Jester. +10 to Mosquito Man/Cockblocking for preventing Jester from Knight in Shining Armor-ing Fjord with a lollipop to Mosquito Man skull, and making her pass out instead. Fainting Maiden is the wrong archetype!

+1 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester as Jester nags Caleb into telling her whether the balloon porn necklace is magical, and Fjord gets increasingly cute at her in his attempts to get her to settle down and leave poor Caleb in peace to translate. The thought was lovely but unnecessary—Caleb can tune all you motherfuckers out whenever he so desires.

+5 to Beau/Listening because despite claiming not to be listening in on your conversation, she can definitely repeat back word for word everything that was said. Not sure that this is what Dairon had in mind, but…

+19 to Caleb/Caduceus “What about that Caduceus though??” Caleb asks with the same “Wowie wowwow” tone he used while charmed by a succubus a few days previously. This man, absolutely starstruck by Caduceus’ ability to be such a sweetheart he can win over complete enemies to their side (bonus if he did it with dick jokes, Attempted Cockblocking from Nott and Beau notwithstanding), all while Caleb was busy thinking of the most efficient way to murder em all. Staring at Caduceus, stunned over his everything, agreeing to his plan because That’s What Caduceus Wants To Do. Caleb doing That Thing He Does where he aggressively bosses someone into being the Leader, because Caleb is not the Leader, he just Commands everyone to listen to the Real Leader—this week snatching the title away from Fjord who has hoarded the privilege previously, and bestowing it on Caduceus, all “we will all look to you,” at him. Saying “you can’t argue with results” which is as good as a love confession from Mr. McPractical, Need-Goals-Met. Caleb finding an excellent excuse to get handsy by picking the firbolg to grab onto while scouting through Frumpkin. Not to mention, Caleb and Caduceus finding a surprisingly compatible decision-making balance between Caleb’s Cutthroat “We Can Always Murder Our Allies If We Need To” pragmatism and Caduceus’ Sweet But Not Overly Invested “Everyone Can Win Here” diplomacy. These two definitely like each other’s opinions and decisions a hell of a lot….

+40 to Soorna/Revenge as despite being a druid she manages a HDYWTDT on her demonic foe Without! Casting! A! Single! Spell! It’s… hot.

+10 to Sam Riegel/His watch as it attempts to save him from a heart attack. Honestly.......same.

#critical role #cr spoilers #fjorester #beauyasha #clayleb #fjorclay #widofjord #widojest #lavorregard #widofjorester #yashajest #nott the best detective agency #shipping calculus #long post #more rushed than usual bc finals #debating how to pare things down for eps like this #the word count: getting crazy

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yesiamkiwi · 5 years ago

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New fic: Fishbowl

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T (rating may change)

Warnings: kidnapping, result of kidnapping. nothing violent yet

Papyrus leaps at the chance to help his father with important work, but when he arrives at his childhood house something he wasn't at all expecting is waiting for him. Torn between his morals and the want for a closer relationship with Gaster, Papyrus has to help the small mermaid living in his pool.

Chapter 1 under the cut

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Papyrus had never been very close with his dad. It wasn’t that he was cruel or neglectful, quite the opposite. He was well cared for, growing up in a large house with anything he could want. However, his father was very emotionally distant. Sure, if he had a problem he could go to his father, who would do his best to listen and provide feedback, but he always seemed slightly uncomfortable and out of touch with children. Which is fair, seeing as how Papyrus was an accident.

Gaster had always preferred to keep his distance from people. The one time he didn’t, he managed to get pregnant. The partner he had taken was a one time thing; his father hadn’t been interested in telling him. He carried the child to term and when Papyrus was born, he kept him still. He may not have wanted a child, but Papyrus was his. So he did love Papyrus, truly he did; parenting just didn’t come naturally to him.

Papyrus was quite lonely during his childhood, despite his father’s best efforts. He often bounced from extracurricular activity to extracurricular activity, hoping each one would bring him friends, but he had never fit in. Maybe it was his social skills. He always talked too loud, was always moving, was very blunt at times and clueless at others. Maybe it was just him, his personality. He always strove to be kind and helpful but perhaps he was too overbearing instead.

So in his adult years, when his father invited him back to his childhood home to consult on a project he was working on, he eagerly jumped on the chance. He had never been allowed into his lab as a child, too dangerous, apparently. He did know his father did very important work though. That’s why he was the Royal Scientist.

Pulling into the neatly paved driveway, Papyrus parked his red sports car, a gift from his father. He had no idea what to expect as he unlocked the front door. His father had never specified, simply stating that it was urgent.

Stepping into the foyer, he called out, receiving no reply. Moving to the intercom on the wall, he pressed the button and called again. There was no answer from the speaker, but his phone chimed with a text from his father, telling him to come out back.

The backyard was about an acre, with large trees lining the edges, perfect for climbing. There were gardens, properly maintained by the caretakers. He’d always slipped outside during nap time to watch them work, hoping to help. He was never allowed, but occasionally the gardeners took pity on him and let him sample some of the fresh veggies. The carrots were always his favorite.

Tucked into one corner of the yard was a large, above ground pool. His father was standing nearby, balancing on the ladder leading up to the water, frantically writing something down.

“Father!” Papyrus smiled, racing over to him. Gaster looked back at him, giving a small smile before turning back to his work.

“Ah, hello, son. How was the drive?”

Instead of answering, Papyrus gasped and raced over to him. His face and coat were scratched and torn. He didn't seem to be dusting anywhere, but the sight was still worrying. "What happened?!"

Again his father turned to him, a more mischievous smile on his cracked face. “Come take a look. Be careful not to get too close, though.”

Papyrus scrambled up next to his father, the ladder slightly too thin for both of them. Standing a rung lower than his father he moved to heal him but was instead directed again to the pool. He gripped the side and hesitantly peeked over, his father’s reassuring hand on the collar of his shirt.

There, at the bottom of the pool, about four feet down, was a mermaid pressed against the side of the pool, glaring up at them.

The mermaid was the skeleton kind, their magic a stunning bright cyan, matching the surrounding water. Through the sun glinting off the surface of the pool it was hard to see, but their sockets seemed large and round, white pips of magic within pointed right at them.

“...Father,” Papyrus said breathlessly, “what….. where did you find them?”

Mermaids were extremely rare, so rare in fact, that many didn’t believe they still existed. Sightings were few and far, far in between. They were supposedly a hybrid between two to three types of monsters, one of whom being a special type of fish monster that no longer existed in modern days. And to see one in his old backyard was astounding.

“I found them in the shallows off the coasts of the Ebott Seas, a few hours from here,” he said with an excited gleam in his eye - the one he always got when he was close to a breakthrough.

“Wowie!” Papyrus beamed. “How did you convince them to come with you? And what about their family!? Group? Uh, school?”

“Oh, I didn’t,” his father said simply, turning back to peer into the waters distractedly. Papyrus’ expression dropped in dawning horror as he continued. “Their pod weren’t nearby, as far as I could tell. They were sunbathing on the shore, around the back of the island where no one would see them. Well,” he laughed, as if this were all normal, “no one but me. I was very lucky to be sailing nearby at the time.”

“Father… you can’t. You can’t just kidnap people!” he exclaimed incredulously.

“I haven’t kidnapped anyone!” Dr. Gaster turned to fix him with a disappointed look. “I’m simply keeping them here until I find a way to communicate, to explain what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m certain that once they know they’ll be willing to help me.” He sighed, leaning against the rim of the pool, staring down at the mermaid. “Unfortunately I cannot communicate with them.” he smiled ruefully. “I’ve tried hands, but they don’t seem to understand. I’m afraid they’re closer to fish than skeleton.”

His father’s font was hard to understand by anyone other than a skeleton. Not to say it was impossible, but it took a lot of time and effort. It was frustrating more often than not so Dr. Gaster simply used hands with those that needed. If the mermaid didn’t understand either, their language must be completely different than skeletons now.

“So, you’d like me to try and talk to them?” Papyrus was doubtful. “Maybe a fish monster would work better?” He climbed down the ladder, stretching his legs.

“Son,” Gaster quickly followed, grasping his shoulders firmly. “You’re the only one that can do this. You have to understand how important my work is. To study a mermaid’s SOUL could progress my research in leaps and bounds. This could help so many people, Papyrus. I’m afraid others wouldn’t understand. They’d put a stop to this before I can even begin.”

Papyrus was tense underneath his hands. This just wasn’t right but looking into his father’s eyes he saw the resolve and knew he believed in what he was saying. His father dedicated the past 45 years of his life to the study of the SOUL. His goal was to find a way to bring monsters back from falling, something believed to be impossible. He knew his father truly wanted to help people, he just wasn’t sure how holding a mermaid against their will would help.

As if sensing his doubt, his father let go of his shoulders to instead grip his hands. His face grew less wild and more pleading. This was honestly the most expressive Papyrus had ever seen the man. “I know this will help in so many ways,” Gaster continued. “I just need to communicate with them. Anytime I get close they try to drown me.”

Casting a glance back at the metal side of the pool, Papyrus sighed. He supposed if they could find a way to explain to the mermaid their intentions, and the mermaid agreed to stay, there would be no harm in it. However, if it was clear they couldn’t get through to them, or they didn’t want to stay here to help. Well. Papyrus loved his father dearly and wanted to please him but. This was another monster’s life.

“Okay.” Looking back at his father he nodded resolutely. “But you need to understand. If they don’t want to be here I can’t keep them. And…” he hesitated, not wanting to upset the man who raised and loved him all these years. “I couldn’t stand for you keeping them either.”

Gaster’s mouth twitched downward but he nodded, relaxing his grip and stepping out of his space. “I understand. Thank you. Now there are a few things I should warn you about."

Standing at the edge of the ladder once again, Papyrus stared nervously into the depths. The mermaid was still resting at the bottom. Their head had been resting in their arms but as soon as they noticed him at the surface they tensed back into a defensive stance. Papyrus shuddered at the sight of their bared fangs. Sure he had a set of his own, but this monster was clearly ready to use them.

His father had also warned him about their claws, much sharper than his own, hence the scratches on his father. Physical damage posed much more of a risk than the threat of drowning. Magical was still to be questioned though, as no one knew what their abilities still entailed. Anytime someone had supposedly gotten close to one they had simply swam away.

Skeletons, luckily, were a species of monster that didn’t need much air. All SOULs needed some sort of magical charge, which carried much more easily through air than water, but depending on the species, you could stay under for quite a while. Not to say it was impossible for a normal monster to live their entire life underwater, just that it wouldn’t be a very good one, even for a fish monster. Papyrus wondered if mermaids had evolved to live completely underwater and still function normally or if they still came to the surface for air.

It was times like these Papyrus was grateful he could heal so well. He took a calming breath and without further ado, he stepped over the rim of the pool and eased himself into the water.

#undertale #ut!papyrus #ut!sans #ut!gaster #mermaid au #kiwi fic

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queerhargreeves · 5 years ago

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De-aged Luther whump fic pls !! Where the family finds out that Reginald treated him much, much worse than they think (ex. Gaslighting, sexual abuse, pain, water and food endurance training), but Luther still thinks it's love?

wowie this is the second longest fic ive ever written?? i hope you enjoy anon and thank you for your kindness and patience!

TW: child sexual abuse and child abuse discussed

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The Hargreeves have had to put up with a lot of things that would drive most people to absolute madness throughout their lives. From the second each of them were born, their definition of what “normal” is would rival that of pretty much anyone. The seven of them were trained to be obedient soldiers in a goddamn science experiment by a man with too much power. This man wasn’t capable of love or compassion, no. Quite the opposite.

He treated them like they were shiny toys. Sir Reginald Hargreeves wanted them to reach impossibly high standards and would stop at absolutely nothing to make sure they got there.

They only had 30 minutes of designated “free time” a week growing up. The only time they could do as they please, within “reason”. Granted that didn’t stop them from sneaking out to get donuts after hours, Pogo keeping their secret safe.

“You all deserve to be children, Master Luther. All I ask of you is to not be too careless. We can’t have your father finding out, now can we?”

Daily rigorous training ranged anywhere from running five miles before breakfast to memorizing every pressure point in the human body and how they worked/functioned. Individual training, specialized by Sir Hargreeves himself, was another story in of itself. Water tanks, mausoleums, broken and straining limbs, tearing animals apart, throats so coarse and raw you couldn’t speak for a week, spatial jumps for four consistent hours, constant exclusion from activities …it was all the norm for these kids. Nothing out of the ordinary.

They have all gone through experiences that any average bystander wouldn’t even be able to begin to wrap their heads around. The Hargreeves have powers, yes. Their time traveling brother who left them 17 years ago came back, is nearly 60 years old, and was reverted back to the 13 year old body he disappeared in, yes. Their dysfunctional family may have caused the end of the world, yes. They avoided the end of the world, yes.

But this? Their big brother, their gallant leader, an actual child again? Now that is a lot to process, yes. Even for the ex-superheros.

It happened a few months after the family successfully didn’t cause life itself to end. They all had been making an attempt to start over with one another. The way they treated each other is what almost caused the end of the world after all.

It wasn’t easy, of course. Undoing a lifetime of trauma and repressed emotions wasn’t a simple equation or an overnight fix. It’s something that takes uncomfortable, late night hash sessions where every party involved opens up about things they don’t want to. It takes withdrawal symptoms and panic attacks. It takes realizing and acknowledging trauma and addressing it head on.

It wasn’t all tears and tension though. There were plenty of family outings, movie nights and, 2 AM impromptu baking sessions filled with nothing but laughter and comfort. They were getting better communicating with one another - they were getting better at simply existing together as an actual family instead of constantly working against their own.

The seven were out at dinner one night, Korean food per Allison’s request. The dinner went on without a hitch as they usually did nowadays, the siblings just enjoying one another’s company. However, it was after dinner when it happened.

Five noticed a man following them a bit too close for comfort as they were making their way back to the 10 seater van. It happened within seconds: an instant flash that rivals Five’s very own. One second Luther was trailing at the end of the group, listening to Ben tell a Klaus story. The next second there was a man sticking a syringe into his neck. And the next second he was on the ground, unconscious. Klaus, Ben, and Vanya rushed to his side, carrying him the rest of the way to the van. Allison, Five, and Diego stayed behind, going after the man who they didn’t even get a proper look at.

They all eventually regrouped at the house after having little luck finding the said culprit.

They were all clearly shaken after the attack. Five was, to put it quite simply, absolutely livid. He was infuriated at not only the situation itself but at himself for dismissing his instincts. Diego was also feeling quite a bit of guilt himself, but he’s been working on channeling those emotions in healthier ways. AKA no longer lashing out and hurting himself/others. Instead, he sulked silently. He played through the events that happened over and over again.

Allison was probably the most visibly distraught about the whole thing. Klaus and Ben had to quite literally drag her out of the infirmary after she refused to leave his side. She slept with her two brothers that night, wedged in between them. She couldn’t be alone. They all needed sleep and they knew Luther was in good hands.

Grace had assured them all that Luther would be fine, insisting that she would run tests on him as he got some rest. They were comforted knowing that their brother was out of the woods in terms of immediate danger of whatever substance was forcefully injected into his body. Luther would never leave Grace or Pogo’s sight for the night, the two of them adamant on making sure the six of them got some sleep that night.

None of them were prepared for what they found the next morning, however.

The six of them were all piled in the infirmary and there lied a Luther Hargreeves. A 12 year old Luther Hargreeves.

He looked so small in the bed; he was hooked up to monitors and his oversized sleeping clothes didn’t help either. His breathing was even. His chest was rising and falling in a slow, calm rhythm. His lips were slightly pursed open and he was snoring lightly.

“Holy shit.” Klaus was the first to speak up, staring in a mixture of awe and bewilderment at the small boy in the bed. “You’re no longer the babiest bro, Five.”

The statement hung in the air, thick and heavy. No one knew what to say or where to even start. Is his body just young? Or his brain too? Is it permanent? What does he remember?

“Oh, good morning children! I wasn’t expecting you all to be awake so early!” Six heads whipped towards the sound of their Mother’s heels against the hardwood floor as she walked into the infirmary.

“M-mom,” Diego’s voice shook, his eyes still glued at the young sleeping boy, “wh-what happened? Is Luther o…okay?”

“Yes dear, Luther is alright.” She said softly, resting her hand on Diego’s shoulder as she walked past him. She walked to the bed getting closer to the bed and removed one of the monitors from his chest.

“Your brother is going to be okay. It seems that he was injected with an age regression agent last night. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I’m hoping the bloodwork will give us some answers. What I can definitely say is that it will stop at this age. Luther is around 12 years old.” She explained, running a gentle hand through Luther’s hair.

“It isn’t causing him any physical harm. He was regressing quite quickly throughout the night but it stopped at 5:37 AM.”

Allison silently walked to the other side of the bed. She ran the back of her hand down Luther’s cheek, her expression soft. He looked so peaceful like this. The most peaceful she’s seen in ages.

“We…we have to be there for him when he wakes up. Luther, he was there for me after…” She paused, meeting Vanya’s eyes with a sad smile. She gave her a small nod to which Vanya reciprocated, signing “it’s okay” to her sister. They were both on good terms with what happened now. They talked it out, thousands of apologies and tears falling from both of the sister’s lips.

Allison’s voice was getting stronger every day but it was still important for everyone to be silent when she spoke so she didn’t have to strain more than necessary.

“He said he knew the comfortable dark place I was in. He didn’t want me to wake up to someone who wasn’t me anymore alone. We can’t let him go through this alone, we just can’t.” She took his hand and gave it a light squeeze, turning her gaze back to her siblings.

“Of course we’ll be there for him, Al.” Ben agreed.

And so they waited. They decided to take turns watching over him throughout the day. Diego and Five helped change Luther into the old academy pajamas before Allison and Vanya took on the first shift. Klaus and Ben went to the kitchen to make Alfredo pasta with extra chicken, Luther’s favorite dish. They remembered how insistent he was on the extra chicken when they were young.

“I need all the protein I can get! You all do too. But Five, you especially. You use up too much energy during training. This is far more nutritious and better for you than your peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. We don’t need anymore nose bleeds. Go ahead and grab an extra chicken breast, yeah?”

Luther was always good at watching over his siblings, whether they liked it or not. Half the time it annoyed them all to no end - especially Diego. But Luther took his role as not just their leader, but as their big brother, very seriously. It was a responsibility he did not take lightly.

The pasta didn’t turn out as picture perfect as it could have if the two let Grace do all the work, but with her guidance they were able to scrap up a delicious dish between the three of them.

“Damn Ben, Olive Garden better watch out! We’re gonna steal their jobs!” Allison and Vanya could hear Klaus exclaim all the way from the kitchen, a small smile appearing on both of their faces.

“If nothing else, it’s comforting that Klaus will always be just…”

“Klaus?” Allison finishes.

“Klaus.” Vanya agrees, her gaze falling back to the boy in the bed. He was still sleeping soundly, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

She doesn’t remember him being a deep sleeper - in fact, he was the lightest one of the seven. If Diego did so much as drop a book in his room or Klaus tumbled over his own feet, Luther would be in their room within a few moments to make sure they weren’t in danger. He lost a lot of sleep that way, but it never occurred to her until just now the extent of how much Luther did for them as children. Seeing him so young, so vulnerable looking was overwhelming. It was as if they were slapped in the face by past memories, repressed or otherwise.

“Mmmm…” Both women stood up at the mumbling, hovering over Luther as he started to stir in the bed. His eyes slowly started to flutter open after a few moments. You could see the realization of where he was wash over his face as he took in his surroundings. It was almost as if he was seeing right past his sisters.

“Luther?” Allison asked in a small, gentle voice. His eyes finally met hers and she placed her hand on top of his.

“M’am?” He looked down at their hands and back at her, then back down and back again. He blinked furiously, opening his mouth and closing it once more. He then whipped his head to Vanya as she tried her best to put on a gentle smile.

“Hey Lu.” She said softly.

“Vanya? Allison?” His voice went up an octave as he looked between both of his sisters. “What’s going on? Did I fail the last mission? Are you two hurt? I-I need to go back to the training room, find dad and explain! Maybe then I can -”

Allison and Vanya locked eyes as this answered a few questions. Luther definitely was mentally and 13 again, not just physically like Five. Allison’s mind reeled as she processed this, trying to think of how to even begin explaining what’s happening. Explain what has happened. Not only to Luther, but to them all.

Luther started to sit up, rambling on as he attempted to swing his legs over the bed before Allison and Vanya stopped him. Allison placed herself in front of Luther, legs shoulder width apart and hands braced on both of his shoulders. Vanya stayed at his side as she placed a firm hand on his upper arm.

“Woah, woah, woah not so fast there, Luther!” Allison knew his strength, even at this age, rivaled hers tenfold. He would only have to raise his pinky to push them both off him, but he didn’t. He let his sisters push him back in bed, but he stayed upright.

“Lu,” Vanya started, her hand still on his arm. “I can’t even imagine how overwhelming this all must be. Before I get the others I just need you to know that-”

“You’re all old.” Luther said simply.

Allison let out a small chuckle at the transparent comment and threw her head back ever so slightly. Luther had always been Mr. Obvious.

“You could say that, yeah.” Vanya scoffed, “I’ll go get the others if you’re ready?”

Luther drew his lips in a thin line, “What about Dad?” He asked cautiously, sounding all too much like the 12 year old he was.

“Dad…” Vanya looked up at Allison, wordlessly asking for help here.

“We’ll talk about it when Van and the other boys are here, yeah?” Allison reassured, trying to keep her best ‘mom’ voice on in an attempt to ease some of her brother’s evident nerves.

Luther just nodded at that answer as it was found satisfactory enough for him. Vanya gave his arm one last squeeze before disappearing down the hall. Within 30 seconds the rest of the Hargreeves came in the room, single file line. Luther watched every single one of them as they walked inside, his eyes wide and mouth pursed open.

Diego was always rough around the edges, but seeing him in all black, bearded, and scarred was certainly a bit unnerving. Klaus made him smile ever so slightly. It made Luther happy that Klaus was still oh so very much Klaus, even with a plate of pasta in his lanky arms. Eyeliner, skirt, and messy curls. Ben was a bit odd to see - blue around the edges and younger than the other two brothers before him. But Five. God that certainly put his head through a loop as if he hadn’t had enough of that already. He looked…just like he remembered. Small frame with a sharp jaw and the most intense blue eyes.

“Guten morgen, dear Luther.” Klaus said singsongly, placing the plate of pasta on the wheeled tray and wheeling it next to the bed.

“Vanya told us you woke up! Welcome back.” He sat down in one of the chairs in the room, the rest of the siblings also taking a seat.

“Thanks…” Luther drew the word out, “The pasta smells good. Thank you for that too.”

“Nonsense.” Klaus waved his hand in the air, “I’m just glad to see you’re okay.” He said honestly, crossing his legs and leaning down to rest his elbows on his knees.

“I-” Luther stopped for a moment, “I think I understand what’s happening. You’re all..older. But,” He turned to where Five was seated next to Ben. “Five?”

“It’s a bit of a long story, as this whole situation is. But I time traveled, managed to get stuck for quite a while, then came back in this body. I’m actually older than all of you, but that’s besides the point.” Five explained flippantly, “How are you doing, Luther?”

Luther gave a shaky nod as Five explained, “I’m um.” He gulped and looked back up at Allison who still stood over the bed. “When can I see Dad?”

All of the siblings tensed at the question, sharing looks with one another. Surprising to everyone it was Diego who spoke up first.

“Lu, Dad isn’t here.” He explained. “You don’t have to w-wor-worry about him anymore. It’s okay.”

Luther shook his head and a few dry chuckles fell from his lips. “Yeah, uh huh. And two times two equals three.” He spat.

“Luther…” Allison said calmly, “Diego is telling the truth. Dad is dead.” She watched as his blue eyes start to brim with tears. But Luther immediately threw his hand up to wipe them away. He shook his head again, this time more violently.

“No, no he can’t be… I-I didn’t report the last mission! I need to, I-” He started to try to get up once more, this time Diego and Ben rushing to the bed to attempt to keep him from getting up any further.

“Luther, it’s okay, please! Calm down.” Vanya said, voice shaking as Luther struggled against his brothers.

“No! No I need to get back to training! I need to go to the weight room! I-I can lift 2,000 pounds now! I need to show Dad! He’ll take me to the tree again if I don’t show him! Just LET ME GO!” Luther shouted, furiously pounding his fists against Diego’s chest. Diego and Ben held him in place best they could, letting their brother dispel the pent up frustration into their bodies. They could take it, for now. And it was evident he was running out of steam.

Vanya wordlessly sat down on the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist. He stiffened at the touch, his incessant pounding coming to an abrupt stop.

“Luther, it’s alright. You don’t have to train.” She gently pulled Luther into her lap. It wasn’t too uncomfortable as he was about an inch taller than her at this point. It seemed to do the trick. Luther let himself be held from behind, something she knew never happened to them as kids. They were all so touch deprived and it pains her remembering how much Luther would avoid any touch at all a few months back.

Vanya rested her head on his shoulder and he found himself leaning into the touch, finding comfort in her firm embrace. He can’t remember the last time he was held like this.

“Your body has been through a lot, Lu. You can’t go up and lash out like that, okay? At least not right now, not until we get more answers.” Allison sad next to the pair on the bed, running a hand through Luther’s soft, golden hair. He nodded, feeling his eyes begin to sting yet again with tears. He closed them shut as the tears silently fell down his face.

“This is a lot to process, Luther. You’re doing a really good job so far. We just want to protect you. You know that, right?” Five spoke up softly. It hurt him seeing his brother so panicked, so afraid. Five remembers Diego and Luther saying something similar to him when he was in need.

“I’m sorry,” Luther choked out. “I-I didn’t mean to.” He opened his eyes and looked up at Diego and Ben. Ben looked fairly untouched. His hair was a bit disheveled at worst. Diego, however, was another story. He had a split lip and red marks along his neck and whatever skin was visible. He didn’t look angry or upset though. His brows were furrowed in concern.

The brown eyed man shook his head, “I know that, Lu. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I’m okay, bro.” He knew Luther must be thinking there is going to be some sort of punishment. There always was when Luther and Diego would brawl as kids. Well, when they weren’t asked to brawl anyway. But that wasn’t the case anymore.

“Luther,” Klaus finally spoke up after a few moments of silence, “What did you mean by the tree?” He remembers Luther mentioning Reginald’s ‘favorite place’ at his funeral, but he never thought to ask him anything more about it.

Luther tensed, his gaze falling to his lap. He clenched his hands tightly, adamant on not crying anymore. Crying was weakness and Luther absolutely had no room for weakness. He had hit that quota enough today for a lifetime. And he can’t talk about the tree. Dad said so.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Luther mumbled.

Vanya’s stomach dropped. Whatever this is, whatever Luther isn’t saying, is something they don’t know about and there’s a reason for that. They all had experiences with their father they didn’t want to share. But eventually they all did. Or so she thought.

“Dad isn’t…he can’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” Vanya reassured from behind.

Luther’s grip tightened and he felt the moon shape imprints go deeper into his palms, finding the pain grounding. He deserved pain when he acted out of line.

Allison swiftly uncurled one of his fists and wrapped her hand in his. She knew that old habit of his from when they were children. She’s watched Luther dig at his palms until they were bleeding during post mission briefing sessions on more than one occasion. And she isn’t about to let her brother do that to himself again.

“This is a safe space, bro.” Klaus pressed gently, giving him an encouraging nod.

Luther sighed, glancing up and at the faces around the room. They were all watching him with a look concern. But there was more to it. He saw it in the way Klaus’ lips curled up ever so slightly, he saw it in Five’s dimple and Diego’s eyes. They weren’t going to judge him or punish him.

“Whenever I did something wrong, Dad would, he just liked that tree. And when I-I messed up he would take me there.” Luther focused on the arms around his waist and the hand in his, “At first it was a time out thing. He would exclude me from activities, which he knows I don’t like. I wanna be involved.”

“That wasn’t enough anymore I guess. I kept messing up. So he would make me fast for days on end after missions. Or Dad wanted me to throw things until my shoulders dislocated. But that wasn’t enough anymore either,” He continued, “I deserved more than that. He started to make me…help him. A-and if I did it well enough, he insisted on ‘helping me too’.” Luther’s voice was barely above a whisper once he finished. The rest of the room was silent, Luther’s IV drip being the only thing audible in the room. No one, absolutely no one, was expecting that.

Reginald was an asshole, yes. They all knew that. It was common knowledge just like how water is wet. But Reginald being a pedophile? Not only was he emotionally manipulative, but also sexually? To his own goddamn child? That was a whole other level that they were not prepared to hear. There was no way to be prepared to hear something like that.

“Luther, you did not deserve a single second of that, do you understand me?” Diego demanded, tone soft but assertive. He had to learn about sex trafficking and sexual abuse victims during the Police Academy. And he remembers how that was the most heartbreaking lesson of them all.

He learned how, especially young boys, will dismiss and refuse to acknowledge their abuse. Even more so if it was from their guardian. “You are not a bad child. You do not deserve to be treated like that. We love you, okay? Did…did Dad make you keep it a secret?”

Luther gave a short, “He said if I told anyone h-he’d kill one of you and say I did it. He said I’d go to jail for murder. But I always did it! I couldn’t let you guys get hurt…Dad loves me. He punishes me because he wants me to learn.” He said as if it didn’t need explaining, looking around the room at his siblings. He wasn’t expecting to find every single one of their eyes to be filled with tears themselves.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I-I’m sorry if I did something to-”

“Goddammit Luther, you didn’t do anything wrong! You didn’t. You’re a good boy, okay? Such a good boy, fuck.” Vanya squeezed her brother tighter, dropping her head in the crook of his neck.

Luther froze for a moment at the outburst before feeling something within him burst open. He was…allowed to be upset. He was allowed to be angry, to be sad, to be ‘weak’. A watery sob escaped his lips and within a second he turned around to wrap his arms around Vanya. They were properly holding one another now and Vanya let her brother grab her sweater in tight fists and cry. And he did so; ugly, heart wrenching sobs came from the small boy as he was being cradled in the small woman’s arms. His shoulders shook violently with each one. The rest of the siblings watched as this intimate moment unfolded before them. They all felt their souls leave their body, their hearts crushed.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Luther was no longer shaking and his eyes were dry. No one said a word. Were there words to even say? Allison wrapped her arms around her two siblings and Klaus got up to do the same. Then Diego, Ben, and Five. All six siblings wrapped their arms around Luther. Diego kissed the top of his head and Luther simply let himself be held for a few moments before breaking up.

Luther isn’t sure what happened in the 15 years or so he’s missed nor is he even completely aware of the situation he’s in. But one thing he can say for certain is he’s grateful for his siblings. Whatever they all went through in those years he wasn’t there for, it must have been painful. It must’ve fucking hurt. Because the love he’s feeling? The pure, genuine warmth and care? He couldn’t even begin to fathom anything like it - not in his timeline anyway. And he’s so glad he’s been given the opportunity to feel even a fraction of it.

#child abuse cw #luther hargreeves #luther defense squad #luther positivity #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fic #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves

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nameless-ghouligan · 6 years ago

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It's been a long time coming As you shed a lonesome tear And now you're in a wonderama I wonder what you're doing here The flame no longer flickers You're feeling just like a fool You keep staring into your liquor Wondering what to do

I don't hardly know you But I'd be willing to show you I know a way to make you smile

Let me touch you for awhile...

>Your ranch was located not too far outside of Valentine.. You had been running it ever since your parents passed away. >Whenever you had a moment of free time you would find yourself at the Saloon. Not necessarily to get blasted drunk, but to at least have some form of company. Though, alcohol always remained a welcomed bonus to loosen you up. >Over time you recognized most faces within the establishment, so you knew when a few unfamiliar faces came in..

>The duo kept to themselves for awhile. Shot after shot, you watch them slowly slide into a drunken stupor. The taller of the two even worked up the courage to approach you, “Youuu there-- You are a sight to see.. Don’t let anyone else tell ya-- Tell ya differnt’--” his voice was rough but those words oozed like honey. “You’re not too bad yourself cowpoke.” you replied, silently thankful to only feel a minor buzz. “Naaaaaah--” he replied before distraction set in, “LENNY WHERE ArE Ya?!” he turned on his heel to look for his friend. You’d be lying if you didn’t admire the minor flirt, if you could call it that. >At least they seemed to be having fun, no one got too belligerent until the end of the night. You were able to duck out before any violence came your way. >The next time you would meet Arthur was at the poker table. Just another sleepy evening in good ole Valentine, you could feel luck was on your side tonight, so you bought a drink and ponied up your gambling money. >You were up a few dollars, until he showed up. And boy did he serve as a good distraction between idle banter and stolen looks. >You lost all of your money that night. Rather than riding away with his winnings, Arthur continued to buy the two of you drinks. The two of you continued to chat about life, making each other laugh. You caught him staring a few times, just as he caught you stealing glances. This only made both parties more bold in flirtatious advances. >Getting drunk enough to make potentially bad decisions was not on the roster of things to do, but there the two of you were (stumbling) walking over to the hotel with Arthur’s arm around you, fits of giggles filling the air, ignoring any wandering eyes. The two of you barely made it into the room before you were all over each other. >And you thought this was a one night stand with a handsome stranger? Oh no..

>Nights likes these continued, and only became more heated the more you got to know each other. What could’ve been considered a fling became so much more, and fast. Meeting up at the Valentine Saloon became something of a habit, it was the only thing you could think about during the day. Every time you saw that man saunter through the swinging doors your heart fluttered every single time. >Though in your getting to know Arthur, something you couldn’t understand was his self depreciating nature. What could’ve happened to make him feel so shitty about himself? >You would continuously praise him during your ventures in the bar, and in the hotel room. Really the only criticism you had was how much money he had taken from you playing poker. You cursed his charm and good looks for one reason only, it was always the perfect distraction. >One night you half-hardheartedly told him where your ranch was located, you tended to keep to yourself but felt safe in telling him. All this despite his outlaw status. Arthur Morgan was a good man, you were sure he would never do anything to hurt you, judging by how protective he was of you around others in the saloon. At this point regulars knew better than to look twice your way if Arthur was around. >When he showed up to your ranch you were surprised, but welcomed him with open arms. >As Arthur went in for a kiss you stopped him with your words, ”Well how am I supposed to beat your ass at poker if you’re showin’ up at my place?” you quipped. His laugh caused your smile to span from ear to ear. >At first his visits would last an evening.. After awhile his stays would last a few days, a week even. Happy to help earn his keep around the ranch. His help was appreciated, but even just having him around felt right. >As time went on, the visits became less frequent.. You knew he was busy given how much he was willing to talk about. Despite talking about almost everything under the sun, there were still a few things he couldn’t bring himself to talk about, mainly regarding the gang and all that was going on in that part of his life.

>Your cherished visits dwindled to once in a blue moon, Arthur would show up, and could tell something was a miss but decided not to push your luck with getting him to open up. If there were anything you could do for this man, you could at least provide an escape via mind, body, and soul.

>It had been half a year now, still no word, hell you thought he would at least have the decency to write. However, you refused to think the worst. You hoped that maybe he found a better place, maybe one of those “plans” finally went through without any hitches.

---- **Bonus >It hadn’t stormed this fierce in a minute, you had finished up what chores you could in this weather, and decided to sit down with a good book. In the middle of doing so a hard knock at the door jolted you from your concentration.

>You wondered who it could be when--- No... Could it?

>Springing from your seat, you bounded for the door, your breath hitched to see that familiar hat--

>But the man standing before you, this was a stranger.

>”Howdy ma’am, my name’s John Marston and I uhh--” he paused, searching for the best way to articulate why he currently standing outside your door drenched. “I’ve read about you in this here journal you see, and I was hoping I could maybe seek out shelter while this storm passes?”

>Eyeing him up and down, she recalled Arthur speaking about this man fondly. He was like a little brother that always needed bailing out of one situation or another-- You let him in without question. If what he said was true, then you knew you were safe.

>As the night went on you both shared stories of Arthur. John already knew how bad Arthur had it for you, and thought it would only be fair to inform you about what had happened. Why Arthur never came back. John consoled you from a distance as you mourned. You never did get to tell Arthur you loved him, you just hoped that somehow he just knew it. >For better or for worse, the night was spent just like the ones you used to look forward to. Minus the physical affection of course. You would survive without it, to kindle a friendship with the “brother” to the love of your life was worth it.

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Inspired by Let Me Touch You For Awhile by Alison Krauss & Union Station

[ Wowie this one was a long one... Lol. Like before, if anyone needs a fic prompt, feel free to use this! Just let me know so I can read it! I’m not confident enough in my writing skills to actually make a full blown story. <3 ]

#Arthur Morgan X Reader #Arthur Morgan Imagine #Red Dead Redemption #RDR2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan #I really hope this one is okay #I am self conscious lol #my stuff #RDR Spoilers #Spoilers #Red Dead Redemption Spoilers #Tagging spoilers in case #Mood Board #Moodboard #Red Dead Redemption 2 Spoilers #RDR2 Spoilers #Long Post #Idk how to make under the cut because I am a dumbo

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tangyskeleton95 · 6 years ago

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The difference in atmosphere between this timeline and his own is quite astounding. Velcro doesn't need to see to know that much. The lack of hostile magic, the lack of LOVE in the air? No dust just snow... It is extremely weird. Maybe he would complain about the bright colours if only he knew about them. Now, he did come here with a goal! That does not stop him from walking around shyly, like a lost puppy. This is so out of his element-- [metaphysicalmomfriend]

It was another day of patrol work for this excitable tangerine, a jolly bounce to his step as he makes his way out of Snowdin, towards the distant sentry stations, where he has puzzles set up between each one. Though it is unlikely that a human has blundered into one of his traps, it never hurts to check, and re-calibrate them in the process, in case the cold had caused ice to form!

However; not long after he has crossed the bridge leading out of the town, he sees a shape in the distance, hurriedly jogging along when he realizes that it is not a figure he recognizes. Perhaps, it might be someone in need of help.

And once he’s within five feet of them, he has to stop, expression one of amazed awe, hands held near his lower jaw as he gives an audible gasp.

“WOWIE!” The slight bit of bone not shadowed by the over-long hood gives Tange a bit of insight into the kind of monster he was speaking to.

“YOU ARE ONE TALL SKELETON!”

#[F2F | Para Rp]#metaphysicalmomfriend #Anonymous

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ashdownbloodline · 6 years ago

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We Need You For Something...

Part 6: Truth Be Told

This is my first fanfic, I hope you all like it. I need to thank @dammn-dean for all her help! She has really helped me through all this. If you haven’t, go check her out. Let me know what you guys think of it.

Music can give you the feels! Recommend listening to some, especially the ones that come up throughout the story again. A big part again! Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character (Yauna), other OC’s and Avengers pairings later.

Words: 6K+ (Wowie!)

Warnings: Adult Themes, Language, Eventual Smut, PTSD, motions of Torture, Fluff, Death, You know the drill…

Summary: Yauna just wants to be normal and Tony recruits her as his head engineer. Her past catches up and shit goes crazy. This part gets rough, hope ya like it!

(gif isn’t mine again)

Yauna was in her lab, she had been there most of the day trying to figure out her new invention. She had been trying for days to figure out the attachment system. She was wrapping two frayed wires together when there was a spark and it shocked her.

“Shite!” She yelled and stuck her fingers in her mouth to sooth the burn. As she did, a thought popped into her head. She look her fingers out and flexed them in front of her face. Bucky’s arm! She shot up and headed to find him, her fingers back in her mouth.

She found him playing billiards and laughing with Steve, Sam, Tony, and Bruce. Peter and Pietro were challenging each other in front of an audience of Peter’s best friend and a few young interns. Yauna popped into the room, “Hey! Bucky?” She jogged over to them fingers lingering in her mouth.

She gave Bucky thoughts that would make his mother come back to slap him. I am a gentleman. He repeated as she approached. “Hey, I need you. Can I borrow you for a pinch?” She looked at him expectantly, her eyes wide with hope. Those beautiful eyes. How could he say no?

He nodded, not saying another word as the rest of the guys teasing him. He followed her down the hall, she was walking quick and she seemed distracted and sporadic. “You okay, Doll?” He asked from a few feet behind her, she pulls her fingers back out of her mouth and scrunches her fingers in the air around her head.

“Yeah, I just have so many things uh-um...going on, that it’s-uh, it’s-uh hard to think.” She stumbles across her words and her nose scrunches in the way he loves and her face morphs into confused expressions. They enter her lab and she takes a seat in a chair near her main lab table, motioning for him to sit across her.

He does, slowly sinking down into the chair. “What did you need me for, Doll?” The pet name had become so normal that she barely noticed it, but every time she did she felt a small flutter in her stomach. He can’t help but notice a small flicker in the fire behind her eyes, they brighten for only a moment. But, why?

“My little cousin is deaf, she is my little Jozy. She has been deaf since birth. I had a thought a few days ago. Ta eardrum is just a collection plate, essentially, grabbing all the vibrations and feedin’ t’em to yer brain. So, why can’t t’ey just be made artificially? Right?” She pulled a small, rubbery looking device from the table and showed it to him.

“I have everything figured out, all except the attachments to the nerve endings.” She sat it down in his hand for him to look at. “You’re brilliant, why do you need me?” He asked before thinking, he was immediately embarrassed and dusted slightly with pink. Her face softened and she smiled.

“Ya inspire me in more ways t’an ya think.” She said as she pulled herself closer to him. Gently she touched his metal arm and he flinched, but no concern fell over her face. “Ya can feel t’at. Yer nerve endings are connected to the technology and you can feel.” She stressed the last bit of her statement.

“May I?” She gestured to his arm, she wanted to see how it worked. He held it out to her, he trusted her completely.

He sat there most of the day, watching her work or being her tester. She never hurt him, not once, even when she got close she would immediately stop. In that time, he saw how much passion she had for her work. She was amazing to watch, completely focused and mesmerizingly fiddling with gadgets.

For the next few weeks, Bucky and Yauna grew closer and closer. She also grew close with a lot of the team. But, of course another mission has to come up. She thought as they all sat in the conference room for a casual briefing. This one was supposed to be easier than the last, just an intel run. But, it was a big place to gather intel.

So, everyone available had to go. Leaving Peter (because he’s a child), Tony (he didn’t want to go), Bruce (too much anger issues for an undercover thing), and Yauna (she couldn’t be risked because they didn’t know her secret).

The group had only been gone a day and maybe a few hours. Tony and Bruce were fiddling and arguing over something that Yauna couldn’t bring herself to care about. Something felt off to her, she just couldn’t figure it out.

Peter was sitting on the table that Yauna was pretending to work at in Tony’s lab. Peter had taken to her quickly, she practically mother’ed the whole team around and it felt kind of nice to him.

“Somet’ing feels weird.” She said as she scrunched her nose in disgust. “I can’t place it, but somet’ing in’t right.” Peter contemplated her statement for a moment. It was like when she found Bucky in the gym, the same feeling only worse. It pulled at her lungs and made Artemis schwarm under her skin.

“Maybe you’re just worried, Yauna?” He offered as an answer and possibly a distraction.

They spent the next few hours talking, while Tony and Bruce argued over everything. Until Friday’s voice came across the speakers, “Mr. Stark, there is a call from Mr. Rogers for you.” Tony turned his full attention on Friday’s voice.

“Go ahead.” The message started playing, it wasn’t much at first, just quick and heavy breaths. After a few seconds, Steve’s voice appeared. “Tony, something’s wrong. None of this is right, none. I think it’s a trap. There’s no on-” He was cut off by the sound of an explosion and then the crash of something.

The call ended and everyone shared the same worried look. Tony’s eyes met Yauna’s, they couldn’t get there in time. “Tony...I have to.” She breathed and he gave her a forceful nod. “Friday, where did that call come from.” Tony’s voice was commanding and laced with concern. He could deny all he wanted that he hated the majority of the team, but in that moment the three saw that he cared so much about everyone.

“I’m sorry, sir. The call is untraceable. Their last coordinate transmission was five hours ago.” Friday’s voice brought the bad news and completely busted everyone’s bubble of confidence. Tony looked back at her, she couldn’t portal without knowing where she was going unless…

“I need somet’ing personal. Really personal, I can portal to that person, if the emotions are strong enough.” Bruce and Peter looked at her confused, then Peter hurried into action. He rushed down the hall and was back within minutes, holding something metallic in his hand.

“Bucky’s dog-tags. He wears them everywhere, except missions. He thinks he’ll lose them on missions.” He offers them to Yauna, she takes them quickly and holds them between her hands. Feeling the energy in them, it was more than enough to get her there. She looked at Tony, as if for permission, one last time and he nodded again.

“Be ready for them, they could be hurt. I’ll find them all, I promise.” She finished and with a flick of her wrist she opened a portal. Leaving Peter and Bruce truly puzzled on the other side, she stepped through to a concrete office building and her steps echoing uncomfortably.

She slipped off her boots and opened another portal, chucking them through to her room. She continued, holding out the dog-tags and casting a guiding spell on them. It didn’t work, they moved confusingly before the spell fizzled away. She pulled them over head and the settled just below her low neck line on her sweater.

“Steve? Bucky? Natasha?” She spoke into what seemed like a void. She continued to walk and called out for someone every so often. Until she heard footsteps, she called out again and the figure stepped out of the shadow. It was Steve, looking tired and a few cuts and gashes litter his body.

She moved toward him in concern, looking him over for more serious injuries. “What? How did you get here?” He asked, his surprised tone bringing her back to reality. “Steve, I will explain I promise, but later. Right now, we need ta get everyone out of here. What happened?”

He looked like he was in shock, he looked at her for a moment as if he had zoned out. “I don’t know, it was a trap. There was an explosion and then the building came down. It trapped us here.” Yauna nodded, she could feel a weird energy around the place. It was trying to dampen her power, but she was too strong for it.

“Steve, where is everyone else. We need ta get t’em out of here.” He shook his head, turning to lead her back to the others. “There’s no way out, we’ve checked.” He looked defeated and broken. He had lead the whole team into a trap and there was no way he could save them. Now, his little sister was here to die with them.

They rounded the corner and there was the rest of the team, sitting on rumble and the ground. Some were bleeding, some were holding limbs or other body parts. She went through everyone and there were three people missing.

“Where’s Sam, Bucky and Nat?” She said concerned, hoping for the best. She moved among them, placing a hand on their skin to evaluate each one as she waited for Steve’s response. “They were further in the building when it collapsed, I sent Sam to go find them.”

She froze for a second, If they haven’t come back? She thought the worst, but they couldn’t focus on the worst case scenario right now. “You have a concussion, but everything else are just wee scrapes.” She said to Wanda, who looked at her in disbelief.

“Alright, do ya trust me?” She gestured to everyone, looking for a response and she got nods from them all. With a flick she opened a portal back to the compound. “Okay, I am sendin’ ya guys back to the Compound. I promise to explain everything, once all of ya are out of danger.” She could read all of their expressions, so reserved and confused.

But, Vision stepped up first. “Don’t stop walking, whatever ya do. It will take you to the Compound, but first you have to cross space and time. If ya stop, you’ll be lost forever.” She motioned for him to go through.

He looked back at Wanda, holding out his hand for her to join him. She stood up slowly and wearily, but she joined him and they stepped through. Yauna watched them go completely through, then turned around to find the next participant standing close to her. Most of them stepped through the portal, all that was left were the three missing people and Steve.

“Go on Steve, just through to the other side.” She said, trying to keep her smile bright and positive. Steve shook his head to decline, “I’m not leaving them here. It’s my job to get everyone back, or die trying.” His face was stern and determined, she knew what it meant to him to see them home safely before he would relax.

She just nodded and closed the portal, turning on her heels to walk back to the floors main hallway. “Ya wouldn’t want to help with this, would ya?” She said pessimistically as she pulled the tags back out into her hands.

She clenched them tightly, closing her eyes and hoped. There was a flash of pain and foreign memories. She hissed and crunched her face in pain. Steve saw her face change and searched her hands, trying to see what she was holding.

“Didn’ think so.” She whispered and tucked whatever it was back into her shirt, before he could see.“Do ya have any idea where they went?” She said as she walked and without looking at him. He quieted his steps and that’s when he noticed she didn’t have any, not even the soft padding sound of bare feet.

This was all new to him and he found himself more curious than he intended, or even he should be during such a dire situation. She stopped and looked at him expectantly, he was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice.

She said something, what did she say? He thought quickly in a panic, then he heard something a muffled grunt and curse words. He looked around until he heard it again, quickly finding the source behind a rubble blocked doorway.

He moved to the rubble, trying to push it out of the way and failed. He started using more force; punching, kicking, and slamming into it and it wouldn’t budge.

“Stop.” She demanded and the tightness in her voice made him stop instantly. He turned to face her and she motioned for him to move. “Needn’t hurt yerself, when I can help it.”

She snapped her fingers and the rubble turned to dust, revealing the struggling source of the sounds. Bucky was trying to heave a giant piece of concrete with rhubarb sticking out of it, off of something.

As they stepped closer they saw the pair of legs sticking out from underneath it. He seemed oblivious to their presence. “Dammit, hang on Nat.” He said in defeat as he readied to try again.

“Jesus, Barnes! What’s that arm good for, anyway?” It was Nat’s voice, it sounded struggled yet trying to lighten the mood. They stepped into the room and the other two finally noticed them.

“Move Bucky.” Yauna said softly, she had lost all the demanding she had moments ago. She knew how to handle Bucky’s moods, all of them. This one needed a softer touch.

“No, I need to get her outta there.” He said as he gripped the concrete again. Steve moved in front of him, pulling him away from the rock as he thrashed.

“Stop.” Steve said, raising his voice (which he never directed at Bucky). Bucky froze and stared at his friend in disbelief. Yauna balled her hand into a fist, then quickly spread her fingers. The rubble reduced to dust and pebbles, she knelt down to Nat and Steve let go of Bucky.

“Hey, dearie. Let’s see what ya got, okay?” Nat looked at her with shook written all over her face, but nodded and stayed still. “How did you?” Her voice fell into a whisper as Yauna touched her bare arm.

Yauna closer her eyes, assessing Nat’s injuries. The two men behind them just stared in awe. “Okay, you have a fractured collar bone, shattered wrist, fractured femur, and worst of all one of your broken ribs has punctured your lung.” Steve paled and Nat rolled her eyes, she didn’t deal well with a lot of fuss over herself.

“No wonder I can’t breath.” She said a little too animated and started coughing. Yauna hushed her and looked at her with a serious face. “Nat, I can fix all of this, but there is no time. I need to heal yer lung or ya will die. But, it will hurt like hell.” Nat nodded and braced a bit.

Yauna removed Nat’s belt and unzipped her combat suit. Placing the belt in front of Nat’s mouth, she knew what it was for and bit down on it. Yauna placed her hands on Nat’s ribcage, and she began to heal.

Nat winced and wiggled at the pain, Yauna threw her words over her shoulder. “Ya two get over here and hold her down, I can’t heal her properly if she keeps movin’. They both moved, taking a hand and foot each.

Yauna continued to heal as Natasha screamed in agony, healing wasn’t a painless process sadly. After she was done, Steve lifted Nat off the floor and Yauna opened a portal. “Ya take her back to the Compound. I’ll find Sam, then I’ll come back to heal everyone else.” Steve nodded and looked to Bucky.

“You stay, keep her safe and come home safe. All three of you.” He said sternly before advancing toward the portal, Bucky nodding with a determined face. Steve stepped through and the portal closed soon after. Yauna could feel the questions coming from a mile away.

“I’ll explain everything later, we need to focus on Sam now.” She said as she hung her head and walked out of the room into the main hall again. Bucky caught up quickly, not knowing how to relieve the tension of the situation.

Until, he caught sight of the chain around her neck, he could recognize it anywhere. “Are those my tags?” He said softly, she jumped slightly and pulled them from her neck.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I needed to find ya. I needed somethin’ tat held a lot of energy. Peter knew of these and well, they worked really well.” She went to hand them back, but for some reason he liked seeing her wear them. He shook his head,

“You’ve kept them safe so far, Doll. Why don’t you keep ‘em?” It wasn’t a question really, all she could do was smile as she slipped them back on and down into her sweater.

The walked for a while before they heard footsteps, slowing their pace and prepared for the source. They couldn’t tell where they were coming from, due to the echo off the stone walls. They were facing each other and before either could say a word or turn around, there was a guy dressed in all black with a covered face cocking a gun.

He was standing behind Bucky, with a quick push of her arm, Yauna moved him out of the was just in time for the trigger to be pulled. Bucky was safe but Yauna wasn’t, it was a glancing blow. Grazing her skin on her right side and tearing through her sweater.

It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, until she felt the substance all too familiar to her. Demon poison, this meant they had to get out of there quick. Not only was this meant as a trap, but the enemy had demon poison only curable by the fairbloods or a half-breed healer.

Bucky looked at her side and then back at the source of the shot, anger bubbling behind his eyes and he saw red. It was controlled, he controlled every blow. He was just so pissed that someone would hurt her.

Yauna cradled her side as she watched, he’s cute when he’s protective. She thought, then immediately scolded herself for this being the wrong time. Bucky ripped the gun from the guy in black and with one punch laid him out. He turned around to see her clutching her side, he rushed to her but she waved him off and straightened.

“We need to find Sam.” She said with struggled breathes evening. He nodded and they were off again, looking in each room and hallway for any signs of life.

Then, there was Sam. He came huffing around the corner, his face lighting up with relief at the sight of his friends. The, there was confusion. “Yauna? What are you doin’ here?” Sam said as he jogged up to him, his smile still on his face.

“And dude! Where the hell were you guys?” He shot quickly at Bucky. There was a quiet moment before they heard voices, and they were coming from all directions fast.

“Sam, I’ll explain later. Right now we need to ge-” She was cut off by a bloom of green light and a groan from Bucky. Quickly she looked around, pushing both of them toward the wall behind them. There were five guys, they could have probably handled them without her.

But, the moment she looked at Bucky’s hand that was covering up a wound straight through his stomach, she was pissed. She turned around slowly, “Sam keep him up for a bit.” She ordered and advanced toward the assailants.

“How dare you.” She warned the men, holding her hand out and curling her fingers. The man that was holding the recently fired weapon started gasping in pain.

“How fucking dare you!” She yelled and squeezed her hand into a fist and the mans face went into a panic, his eyes widening. Then, his body went limp.

“Yauna, your left!” She heard Sam say, but she didn’t need the warning. Her hand flicked in the direction of the guy, there was a bright purple supernova that came from hit and completely barbecued the guy from the inside out.

The fight was over quick, leaving crushed corpses and burned bodies in its wake. She was breathing heavy when she turned back to them. Bucky had gotten paler and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Come on, I need to heal him.” She said as she flicked her wrist and opened a portal for them. She pulled Bucky’s left arm over her shoulder and Sam did the same to his right. “

Now, don’t let go. Understand?” Sam nodded in response and they walked through appearing on the other side. The trip jarred them, Bucky collapsed onto her and she fell to the lounge floor. Landing between her legs with his head on her shoulder.

“What the hell?” Steve said above everyone. Yauna shook as she lifted the hem of his shirt off his wound. Everyone gasped at the sight, but Yauna got to work. She put her hand over the wound and began to heal.

But, she noticed what the wound was coated in. Demon poison. Shit, Shit, Shit. I can’t get rid of this and heal it. It’s too much. She thought and she began to panic. She pulled out her phone and slide it toward Natasha.

“Open it, pin is 1878. Find Catarina in the contacts. Call her. Tell her to get her ass here and give her the coordinates. I need to keep him stable.” She instructed and Nat followed the orders as Tony readied the coordinates to be read.

She placed her hands on either side of the wound and focused on keeping everything in place. Bucky looked up at her face, she had blood spattered across it and there were small hairs that clung to her skin with sweat.

Her eyebrows knitted together with focus and her nose did his favorite scrunching thing. She’s beautiful. So beautiful. He thought as he stared at her, a small smile crossing his face at the thought.

There was a red circle that started across the room and an irritated Catarina stepped through still holding the phone to her ear. “Damn, Yauna. What was so-”

Her eyes scanned the room and found Yauna, scrambling over to her. “What happened?” She said softly as she began to examine the damage.

“I don’t know…” She breathed in response, her eyes not leaving his body. “Yauna, you need to talk to me.” Cat begged, she knew her too well and she knew that look on her face. The look of contemplation, that will probably end in stubbornness.

“Um, Cat… I’m goin’ ta get this poison out. I-I need you to fix this.” She said softly, the others were taken back by how vulnerable she was. They had never seen that from her before, Bucky could feel the tightness in his heart for her.

Cat held her hand over the wound, trying to feel how much damage couldn’t be seen. Her face dropped, “There’s too much, Yauna. You can’t.” Her eyes pleaded to her friend not to do this, she would die with this much poison in her body.

“Cat, I have to.” Yauna’s eyes didn’t meet hers. “Yauna, you might not survive. You can’t.” She insisted again. Finally her eyes met Cat’s and there was something dark in them. “I will not let him die, Cat.” She said lowly. “No, you can’t.”

“I can’t let him die.” She said louder, in that moment Cat knew why. Even if Yauna didn’t, she knew why. Cat nodded and Yauna closed her eyes, black-green veins started on her hands as she pulled the poison into her body.

They disappeared under her sweater and reappeared on her face. She groaned and winced, but kept going. All this pain is worth it, if I can save him. She kept repeating to herself.

Yauna removed her hands after all the poison was gone and then it was Cat’s turn. Bucky watched the dark veins sprawl across her face, the pain on her face, he hated it.

Cat went to healing, with the first touch there was immense pain. Bucky arched his back and his face tightened with pain. Yauna’s hand went up to his forehead to calm him and keep him still.

“I know it hurts, I know sweetie. Just focus on my voice, okay?” Bucky nodded, not opening his clenched eyes and the next wave of pain came. He gritted his teeth and looped his left hand under her arm. Coming up to grab the upper part and buried his face into the inside of it. He gripped her so tight, there would surely be bruises soon from his fingertips.

Yauna brought her gripped arm down to rest across his chest as he used it as a stress ball. She placed her other hand in its place, gently combing her fingers through his hair and saying soothing words to keep him somewhat occupied.

The poison creeping on the edges of her vision, her eyes sliding shut and she willed the fog from the edges. She opened them to see the final part of his wound healing, with a few more squeezes and groans it was healed.

He laid against her, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. After a moment to relax, he stood up, remembering he was on her and that she was hurt too. “Yauna, are-” He started, but she waved him off and stood up herself.

Gripping the counter tight and clenching her other fist as the black veins started to lighten on her hand. They were still on her face, and her eyes had gone cold when she finally opened them.

There were murmurs around the room as she took a few breaths. Steve beckoned Cat over, “What are those things on her face?” He said in a whisper, just completely curious. Cat looked back at Yauna, debating if she should tell him. But, she continued nevertheless.

“There was demon poison in the wound. Very powerful poison. I couldn’t heal the wound and take the poison out. It’s almost impossible to extract that much poison. But, she has the ability of replacement. She can take something out of someone else’s body and replace it with what she desires. There’s a downfall though, she has to take in whatever she pulls out of them. In this case, the demon poison.” She said gesturing to Bucky.

Steve nodded, everything now weighing on his mind of what she did for everyone. Taking all those injuries away and the poison, it seemed like to much, but there she was still kicking.

Yauna finally gained her composure back, but not before everyone was talking about her and asking each other questions. She strode forward, “I owe ya guys an explanation.” She stated and turned to Cat, “I need to do this alone. I’ll call you later, okay?”

Cat nodded before walking away and started her portal. “Cat, thank you.” Yauna called after her, Cat nodded again and gave her an encouraging smile that she desperately needed. Cat left and Yauna turned around to address the others, trying to figure out how to start.

“Okay, ‘m sorry for keepin’ ya in the dark. I-I just wanted to be normal. But, I guess there’s no normal for people like me.” She gave a soft chuckle to try and lighten the mood, but no one seemed to lighten in the least.

“I guess I should start from the beginning right. I am a half-breed, I come from a hidden society called the fairbloods. We protect the world from all the stuff in the shadows that others can’t see.” She paused, to see their reactions and to delegate which part to continue to next.

There were no reactions from anyone, not even Tony and he knew that his was hard for her. “Why are you different from the others of your thing?” Nat said, thank the gods she asked something, Yauna thought.

“I have different blood than them. All fairbloods have angelic blood, that’s what lets us do our jobs. I have angelic blood, but I also have demon blood.” Her eyes downcast to the floor, she couldn’t bear seeing the looks of disgust. “I, uh, Half-breeds are considered filthy because of the demon blood. But, the demon blood gives me the ability to do magic and be blessed by the gods.”

She wanted to disappear, just shrink into oblivion. “What do you mean, ‘blessed by the gods’?” Sam said from his corner of the room, Yauna looked at him in surprise and continued.

“Havin’ magic means that a god or goddess can bless you with an animal, thus giving the blessed more power. They only bless you when you have proven to them that you deserve it. Some from traumatic experiences, some from selfless triumph.”

“So, which one blessed you.” Wanda interjected “Actually, mine come from the Greek pantheon. I was blessed by two goddesses, Artemis and Hecate. But, I was also blessed by a Greek titaness, Asteria.” She finished and there were some surprised faces around the room.

“What did you do to get that much attention?” Steve said with a small chuckle. Yauna immediately looked at Tony, pleading for him to help.

“You’re in this deep, might as well dive on in kid.” He said and everyone whirled around to look at him, offended that he already knew. Yauna sighed, knowing that he was right and everyone turned back to face her.

“When I was 11, I was kidnapped by a horrible person.” Her eyes glossed over with tears as she took a deep breath. Bucky saw something, the same thing he saw every time he comforted her after a nightmare.

He knew what was coming, the answer to all his questions and he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing her that way, even if it meant getting the answers.

“He thought how most of the fairbloods think, that people like me are filthy and should be punished. But, he was convinced he could cure me. He kept me for a week, injecting me with shite and punishing me if I tried to use my magic.” A tear rolled down her face and each person looked at one another, anger flowing out of every pore.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, the silently made a pact to find out everything they can and go make this guy pay.

“I just wanted to feel normal, that’s why I kept it a secret. Tony only knew because I knew he would find out. I’m so sorry.” Her voice was thick with tears, but she straightened up to ask her final question.

“I understand if you don’t trust me, I need to know though. If anyone doesn’t, I will leave, no questions asked. Does anyone not trust me?” She said, looking around to everyone as they stayed silent.

Steve and Bucky were too caught up in their own world, they stood up and walked out.

Yauna took this as an answer that they didn’t trust her, this completely broke her. But, she knew that they grade A trust issues and she accepted that the didn’t trust her. She nodded to everyone, before she disappeared down the hall to her room, to pack and leave.

The two boys returned moments later; paper, pens, files, and a laptop in hand. Bucky immediately noticed the missing body in the room. “Where’d she go?” He said to the others, looking around still.

“She asked if anyone didn’t trust her. You two stood up and left. She fucking saw that as you assholes don’t trust her!” Nat pounded her fist on the table as she said the last part and stood up.

“You two mean everything to that girl, everything.” Tony said, standing up to join Nat. He made his way over to them, a death glare plastered on his face the entire time.

“You just broke her, you tore her heart out. I just saw it on her fucking face. You fix this, fix this now or so help me, I will make your life hell.” He warned, he knew how she felt about Bucky and he knew this tore you apart.

“We just-we were goin-” Tony cut him off before he could defend them, “You didn’t see her, you broke her. Both of you.” He turned to Steve, eyeing him as well.

She was like a daughter to Tony, he wanted to keep that hurt out of her eyes and when he just saw it moments ago. It made him furious beyond repair. “Tony, that’s a little harsh.”

Steve saw the despair in Bucky’s face as he realized how badly they fucked up. Tony scoffed at Steve’s comment, “You hurt her!” He yelled, before turning back to Bucky, “Fix this.” He threatened again, before stalking off upstairs to his lab to cool off.

Bucky dropped what he was holding on the table and made his way toward Yauna’s room. He stood in front of the door for a full two minutes, kicking himself in the ass for what he had done. He pushed his hand up and forced himself to knock.

There was shuffling behind the door and sniffles. Slowly the door opened, she was standing in the crack of the door. Her face downcast, but he could still see the puffiness and redness of her eyes.

“’m leaving, just give me a few. I’ll be out of the way.” How thick with tears her voice was and how empty her words were broke his heart. He reached his hand out to touch her, but she backed away. I can’t believe I hurt her this bad. He thought and he continued to beraid himself in his head.

“Yauna…” He breathed as he stepped toward her again. “I’m so sorry, I never… I never meant to… I, uh, I… God I hate myself.” He couldn’t find his words as he stared at her, she was completely different than her normal self.

“Yauna, I trust you. I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I, we wanted to get the information from you. Steve and I wanted to make him pay. We were too blinded by anger to even hear your question. I’m so sorry.” He confessed as he held back the dam in his eyes.

She finally met his eyes, searching his face for any sense of false truth. After finding none, she flung her arms around him and squeezed him tight. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, pulling her closer to him(if that was at all possible).

She pulled him inside and they talked about everything and nothing. He asked her questions about what happened to her. He would swear not to let anyone hurt her again. She relished at the thought of him protecting her, she could finally be her true self. But, she was even truer with Bucky.

Slowly she fell asleep, snuggled into his side as he sat against her head board. He watched her sleep, he loved how peaceful and relaxed she looked. He thumbed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair.

In that moment something struck him like a train to the face. I love her… He thought, a smile creeping on his face as he did.

He had never felt like this before, sometimes it was close before the war. He never thought he would feel like this after though, and here he was.

Thank you guys for reading. Next Part is just a lot of fluff and a little angst. Hope you all are having a wonderful day! See Ya Next Time!

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