#petchricor writes

[petchricor-creates]

@rvbrarepairweekdos

Little Tumblr exclusive one-shot I made for rarepair week today. This is an AU where Felix survives and him and Locus better themselves off screen before coming to help with Temple. Then they all move to Iris to together and eventually start dating Wash

Anyway, enjoy!

Felix opened an eye with a groan, half awake and barely comprehending the whimpering and whining he was hearing. After a moment the sound breached his consciousness in a way that mattered and he opened his eyes, rolling over to see David tossing and turning beside him with a deep frown.

Felix reached out and took David’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it and humming a soft tune as he kissed over his neck and shoulder. Felix smiled when he felt Locus’s arm wrap around David’s waist, kissing over his other shoulder.

“H…Huh?” David mumbled, eyes opening slowly in confusion. He gasped loudly and struggled slightly.

“Shh,,” Felix cooed, petting David’s hair with his free hand. “You’re okay, you’re in bed with us.” David looked over at Felix, his expression still one of mild panic. “I know, I know it felt so real, but you’re okay baby, I promise.”

“We’ve got you,” Locus said softly, nuzzling David’s neck. David whimpered, gripping Felix’s hand tightly. “What did you see?” Felix didn’t expect a real answer, David had only ever said anything about his nightmares to them once. He’d told them he dreamt he was the Alpha being tortured, apparently that’s how most of his nightmares went.

“I…I was here,” David said quietly, gripping Felix’s hand even tighter. “And everything was fine, but then…then the Meta came, and Sigma. And they…they destroyed everything and killed everyone. There…There was so much blood…”

Felix held David close to him as he sobbed, digging his nails into Felix’s back as he clung to him. Felix’s heart ached seeing David like this, he hated knowing David was suffering this way. He wished he could just fix it and take all those awful memories away. Unfortunately, the best he could do was be there for him. 

“I’m so sorry,” Felix said softly, kissing his forehead. “You’re safe now, you’re with us.”

“We’ll protect you,” Locus said, nuzzling the back of David’s head. “I promise.”

“O-Okay,” David whimpered between sobs, his entire body shaking from them. It made Felix wish he had taken the opportunity to torture Price the way he deserved. All that ‘I believed in the wrong people’ bullshit speech wouldn’t have been enough to save him if Felix had known what he knew now.

Felix looked down at David when the other nuzzled under his jaw, smiling faintly when the other looked up at him with big eyes. The man knew exactly what he was doing and Felix could admire his ability to get what he wanted.

“Yeah yeah yeah, midnight tea it is,” Felix said with an amused smile. He grinned when David squeaked happily and gave Felix a quick kiss. Man. he was glad they’d decided to respond to that stupid Spanish robot’s cry for help.

[petchricor-creates]

"You don't understand," I mutter, gripping my weapon tight. "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS!" I whip around, firing a blast at my foe, who dodges with an ease that I loathe.

"Then make me understand! I want to understand!" the hero shouts back at me. I pause, locking my gaze with them. They seem genuine in what they say.

I sigh, falling to my knees and dropping my weapon. I turn to look at the flower, full of life now that my machine is complete. The whirring of the machine is comforting to me.

"It's hers," I say, full of sadness. "Her life's work." I stand, leaving my weapon behind as I go to the flower, gently touching its stem.

"Who is she?" the hero asks gently, walking over to be by my side. I tense, preparing for an attack that doesn't come. They place a hand on my shoulder and I relax, knowing I'll find no conflict.

"My dearest Evelyn," I say with a sad smile. "The love of my life."

"But, why? Why fight so hard to keep it alive? Surely it's not worth-"

"I wasn't finished," I say harshly, glaring at them. They raise their hand in apology, then gesture for me to continue. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "She wanted to communicate with plants, to understand them better. In her work she, made a mistake. She bound her soul to this flower. If it dies, so does she."

"Oh," the hero says, finally understanding. "I see. Well, I can't let you go free, I hope you understand that."

"I do," I say with a sigh. "I will go willingly, so long as you promise to take care of it, and her."

"I will," the hero says, gripping my shoulder firmly. "For as long as I'm alive, this flower and Evelyn shall live on."

"Thank you."

“You built this massive machine, something as big as a warehouse, with the money you earn with your crimes… just to keep a single flower alive?”

[darkstachedaily]

I'm writing a series based on the stuff I wrote based on your art now. Welcome to slow-burn hell

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[xaocchaos]

Unus Annus inspired game needs creators!

We need Writers, Artists, Musicians, and Programmers, as well as heads of each department. We also needs admins and mods, if anyone wants to help run the show!

We will be using RPG maker VC ace for our game with custom pixel art, so even if you don’t know anything about programming you can still help design levels if you want!

And if all you can do it trace over and recolor old pixel art, you can help with that too!

And if just want to bounce ideas around for writing, that’s also totally cool! There’s a place for anyone and everyone! (this is a passion project and the game will be free to play, so no one will be getting paid, so please keep that in mind)

If this sounds like something you want to do, or want to know more about, please DM me here or on Discord. Petchricor#0836. If not, give this a reblog so word can get around!

[femalechibiblogger]

Red vs Blue Fanfictions

Remembering Maria by IrenkaFeralKitty

After a painful nightmare, Sarge reflects on the past and those he has left behind. Or is it the other way around?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/393075

It's not a diary by squipport

An exploration of wash's relationships and memory after his injury, several years post s17.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22686379

Childhood Always Possesses by DarnGoshit

Freelancer was supposed to stay locked away, but that’s a little hard when your long dead ‘friends’ start showing up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20976599/chapters/49879127

The One Good Thing  by Counselor

Agent Washington dreams that he’s lost the person closest to him, and it breaks him. It’s a good thing that she’s there to snap him out of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22004485

Save Me If I Become My Demons by stupidfinewriterchick

“Why are you so afraid I’m going to leave?”

“Because everyone else has at some point in this goshforsaken team!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23034769

Fragments of a Memory by AKingOfBlueJays

Epsilon had to fragment so Tucker could use the power suit- so everyone can win, but that leaves the Reds and Blues broken hearted. Tucker mourns heavily, not interacting much with people and letting his sadness fester in the presence of the Epsilon-Fragments. Tucker just misses Church.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22991347

Gene's Vendetta by Calliecatt93

Post-S17. Simmons has been more to himself than usual, and it's affecting his relationship with Grif. One night, Grif goes out. He fails to show back up. An old enemy returns to haunt Simmons, and Grif may be the one to pay the price.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22814110/chapters/54520894

Sleeping Habits by Wordsy

It hits Tucker that violently shaking the sleeping Freelancer out of a nightmare might be an exceptionally stupid idea at the exact same time Washington headbutts him in the nose.

Or, Wash wakes up swinging.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21566182/chapters/51415774

Dogtags by mainemeta

The Meta had numerous bases dotted around the planet from their time with the A.I. conglomerate. The A.I. are now gone, but the hideouts are still useful to Agent Washington and the Meta while they pursue the remaining epsilon unit.

While the Meta is out, Washington gets to find out a little more about what they got up to when they weren't terrorising the remains of PFL or killing his friends.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22700332

He's Not Mad at You by BouncyOrb

Church tries to find a quiet moment to himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22455358

Bittersweet Apologies by tigereyes45

Sarge after thinking about the inevitable, and the past, finally apologizes to Grif.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22425181

Pet The Kitty by robot870

It felt weird to be talked about like a stray animal, but he wouldn't lie and say he didn't feel like one. Tossed between homes, people who promised him a way out of the hell his life became, over and over. He couldn't help but start to feel a little feral after a while.

...He also hadn't been shown affection in a long, long time, and Caboose's suggestion of petting was not nearly as repulsive to him as he felt that it should have been. He quickly put the thought out of his mind.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22263601

Everything and More by nikkilious77

Wash is trying to live with his brain damage after being shot but the memory lapses make things hard. Tucker is always there whenever Wash needs him. However, Wash's feelings also seem to be making things difficult.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22109020/chapters/52768036

Day 5: Caroling by Multi_Fandom_Insanity

Caboose and Junior beg and beg to go Christmas caroling, and eventually convince Tucker, Wash, and Church to come with them. They have more fun than expected, and the night ends with hot chocolate and cuddles.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21689599

Father's Day by LexiTheTwilightDragon

To some, the Labyrinth shows their greatest fear. To others, it shows them what they thought they wanted. To Tucker, it does both.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20744438

I Like Him Too by Anzieizna

Tucker prepares for a date with Wash, and Junior is A-ok with that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19191325

Going Back One Last Time by tigereyes45

Grif had insisted that they go back. Just one more time to the gulch where it all really began. Where they met Sarge, Donut, Lopez, Tucker, Caboose, and Church. One more time and they'll never come back again. So Simmons wonder why they even bothered when they end up just sitting against the outside of the base.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22062886

Blue's Baby Blanket by a_taller_tale

The alien was swaddled up tight in the tattered flag, the Blue Team symbol prominently displayed. "Caboose, did you grab the flag? That's not a blanket!"

“It is being used as a blanket so I think that it is a blanket," Caboose countered.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11240760

Somewhere on the Moon by Unique_Gourmet

Tucker and Wash spar, and it leaves both with different kinds of hurt.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21960940

Time is your home by grs2099

Caboose is still processing Church's real final death. Agent Washington is there to (try to) help.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20742305/chapters/49282817

Caboose Alone by RenaRoo

When the smoke cleared, when they finally made it back to their heroes, only one of the Reds and Blues was left standing. Caboose is all alone now.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12142782/1/Caboose-Alone

I'm going to Sleep by zat-writes

Caboose is severely injured and things don't look good for him. [MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND MENTIONS OF BLOOD]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11395273/1/I-m-going-to-Sleep

Grief by zat-writes 

After losing Caboose to the enemy, Epsilon loses it and takes it out on anyone he can get Carolina's hands on.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11458065/1/Grief

This is My Family by Petchricor

Wash muses on his day-to-day life with the Blood Gulch gang and a new level of friendship is earned.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8954120/1/This-is-My-Family

[petchricor-creates]

Enjoy! (This is also a sneak peak of my upcoming fic Mind Games)

Tucker hit the punching bag as hard as he could, frustration bubbling up inside of him. They had no leads on Wash and the others, not even a whisper of their whereabouts. Tucker was getting fed up with the not knowing.

"Hey," Felix said behind him. Tucker kicked the punching bag, watching a moment as it lurched back and forth. He turned to Felix, panting heavily and body shaking. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

"Yeah, well," Tucker mumbled, looking away. "Whatever."

Felix chuckled and walked over, putting a hand on Tucker's shoulder. "C'mon, I got some beers in my room, let's go relax a little, yeah?"

Tucker sighed. "Yeah, fine." Felix took Tucker's hand and he tensed. He knew they had a thing going on, but he hadn't realized PDA was on the table.

Felix led Tucker out of the training room and towards the barracks. They got a few glances and whispers as they walked past. Tucker felt like the nobody in school being paraded around by the popular kid.

Felix opened his door and pulled Tucker through, closing the door behind them. He hummed as he pulled two beers out of an ancient as fuck mini fridge, kicking it shut with his foot. He sat on his cot, removing his helmet and setting it beside him.

Tucker walked over and sat down beside him, taking the beer that was offered. "Thanks." He removed his helmet, setting it on the floor.

"No problem." Felix sipped his beer, retaking Tucker's hand. "You anxious about the mission tomorrow?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Tucker said, downing half his beer.

Felix frowned a little, squeezing Tucker's hand. "Clearly. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll be fine. I just, what if I find out they're dead?"

"I really doubt the Federal Army would just kill them," Felix assured him. "The worst that'll happen is we won't find anything at all."

"That's somehow worse," Tucker mumbled, downing the rest of his beer.

"Jesus, Tucker, did you even taste it?"

"Beer tastes like ass, anyway," Tucker said, waving him off. He sighed and leaned against Felix, resting his head on his shoulder. "I hate this."

"I know," Felix said gently, wrapping an arm around Tucker. "And I'm sorry, if I had my way, this isn't how it would've happened."

"I know. You did what you were able to," Tucker said. He didn't blame Felix, not even a little bit. He closed his eyes as Felix started petting his hair.

Felix had been nothing but comforting since Tucker had arrived. He was a bit of a hard ass in front of the others but in private he was as gentle as ever.

Tucker let out a soft sigh, opening his eyes and looked up at Felix, who was finishing off his beer. "Hey."

"What's up, baby?" Felix said, looking down at him. Tucker felt his cheeks go red at that.

"Um," Tucker said dumbly. Felix smirked at him, setting his beer down so he could turn his full attention to Tucker.

"What's the matter, baby?" Felix said, putting emphasis on the word this time as he tightened his grip on Tucker. "Cat gotcher tongue?" He twirled one of Tucker's locs between his fingers.

"Shut up," Tucker mumbled.

"Make me, you won't." Felix laughed a little when Tucker pouted at him. Tucker made a displeased noise when Felix pinched his cheek between his fingers and shook a little. "Aren't you adorable?"

"Stoooop," Tucker whined, trying to shove Felix off. He squeaked in surprise when Felix tightened his grasp, pulling him ever closer.

"I will not," Felix said with a grin, kissing Tucker's cheek. Tucker struggled, making little screeching noises in jest. "You're fun to mess with, you make it too easy!"

"You're an ass!"

"Yup!" Felix cackled, frantically kissing Tucker's face. Tucker struggled harder, biting at Felix's face playfully. "No, no don't bite me!"

"Get away from my face and you won't get bit!"

"Rude!" Felix said, laughing. "I give you affection and this is how I'm repaid?"

"I didn't ask for this!"

"Hm, fine." Felix released Tucker completely. "No affection for you."

"No, wait, hold on," Tucker said, resting his chin on Felix's shoulder. "Feeeliiiiix."

"Yeeeeeees?"

"Now I'm asking for your-AH!" Tucker screeched when Felix ruffled his hair around. "Felix!"

"Nope, you asked for it!" Felix cackled, kissing Tucker's forehead with a grin.

Tucker rolled his eyes. "You're an ass."

"And you've decided to put up with me."

"Touche."

do fluffy tucklix fics even exist and if they do can someone send some to me

[the-carrot-clarinet]

Tagged by @hunkygoddess

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you would like to know better 2ND RULE: bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least on piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people 

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well (Maybe?)

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well (Maybe???)

I have a good memory (Sometimes)

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts (like as a kid lol

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event


I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a close friend

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone (AND I HATE IT)

RANDOM:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages (English, German and Italian)

I have made a new friend in the past year

I tag @euclid-muclid, @nebuliliac, @finn-a-human, @disabledpaladin, @bahamianrapcity, @talhal, @sleepyheadphone, @petchricor, @emeraldfox11

[sevensstories]

Christmas Wishes Chapter 6: The Morning After

Fandom: Undertale Prompt: Stuffed Dog (courtesy of @petchricor​ ) Characters: Sans, Papyrus Ships:  The harbor be empty Updates Every Thursday

Chapter 1: Nightmares Chapter 2: Gotta Get That Letter In Chapter 3: Do You Have Any Word Searches? Chapter 4: Mistakes Chapter X: April Fools! Chapter 5: Sans Has Regrets Chapter 6: The Morning After You are here

No amount of pain could ever keep The Great Papyrus down on Christmas morning.  Even though Sans knew this, he was still unprepared for the loud banging on his door.  He awoke with a jolt, momentarily forgetting about the previous night’s events and pulling his pillow over his face with a groan.

“It’s too early, Papyrus, five more minutes,” he grumbled.

“No, you lazy bones, it’s time to get up!”  Despite his words, there was no missing the fondness in his voice.  “You can’t sleep through Christmas morning, we have gifts to open!”

Christmas morning?  Wait, that was right, it was  Christmas morning.  The events from the night before came flooding back.  The fear, the anxiety, the attack, the guilt, and the alcohol he had guzzled in an attempt to drown it all out.

“Sans!  You better not have gone back to sleep!”

“Nah, I’m up.”  Sans took a deep breath before forcing his smile just a little wider and getting out of bed.  He could do this.  For Papyrus, he could do anything.  With this in mind he made his way over to the door and opened it, casually leaning against the door frame. “Hey there, cool guy.”

Papyrus looked less than amused.  “Sans, this is no time for flattery!  There are gifts to open!”

“Heh, yeah, I bet Santa left you a ton of presents,” Sans said, following Papyrus when he took to the stairs.  Though Papyrus was moving slower than usual due to the pain he was no doubt still in, his enthusiasm was still made clear with the slight bounce in his steps.  Sans’ smile grew soft at the sight.

“Don’t forget about your presents, Sans,” papyrus said.  “Aren’t you excited to see what Santa got you?”

With that, Sans’ permanent smile soured just a little.  Of course he should have known Papyrus wouldn’t notice “Santa” didn’t bring Sans gifts.  Why should he?  However, that didn’t keep it from making his soul ache.  Even if Santa did exist, Sans was more than certain he would never be good enough to get more than a lump of coal.  Not after everything he’d done.  Still, there was no need to burden Papyrus with all of that.  He forced his smile a little wider, crinkling the corners of his eye sockets.  “Yeah, sure thing, Paps.”

Luckily for Sans, Papyrus didn’t seem to notice the change in his smile.  Instead, he took off towards the Christmas tree the second he feet hit the bottom of the stairs.  Sans couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement.  Man, his brother was the best.  Papyrus took his place by the tree before looking up at Sans and bounding his leg impatiently.

“Come on, lazy bones!  I can’t open presents if you don’t hurry up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”  Sans shuffled down the stairs before taking his place across from Papyrus.  “Alright, go ahead.”

Papyrus didn’t even give a second’s hesitation before tearing into his gifts, grin stretching wide when he saw what was inside.  “Wowie, new action figures!  Just what I asked for!”

“If anyone deserves it, it’s you,” Sans said.  He watched as Papyrus picked up another present, blue paper with a carefully tied red bow, and his brow furrowed in confusion.  Weird, he didn’t remember wrapping that one.  Papyrus read the attached tag before holding it out.  “It says this one is for you!”

Sans’ sockets widened.  For him?  That couldn’t be right.  He took the gift and read the tag, and he couldn’t help the way his smile softened.  The tag definitely had his name on it and, though it said “FROM: SANTA” in clear, bold letters, Papyrus’ scrawl was unmistakable.  “Huh, it sure is.”

He set it on the ground and untied the bow before tearing into the paper.  He then hesitated a moment, finger bones hovering over the flaps of the box before opening them and peering inside.  He sat there a moment, staring at the contents without reacting.  However, he didn’t miss Papyrus’ uncomfortable shift as he tried his hardest not to react to Sans’ silence.

“Is… is everything alright, brother?”

Sans was silent for a moment longer before he looked up at Papyrus with a genuine smile.  “Yeah, all good.  Santa sure knows what a guy wants.”

Papyrus immediately perked up at that.  “Really?  You really like it?”  His eye sockets widened when he realized how painfully obvious he was being and he quickly looked away.  “Not that I even know what it is!  I assume it’s more ketchup to fuel your bad habits.”

Sans chuckled, deciding to just play along.  “Nah, even better.”  He reached into the box and pulled out a small, soft stuffed dog.  Its fur was patches of black and white, arranged to look like a skeleton.  A soft, light blue jacket rested over its shoulders and front legs, and Sans couldn’t deny that there was a resemblance.

“Wowie, Sans, it looks just like you!” Papyrus shouted, doing his best to feign surprise.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it,” Sans chuckled.  He turned to Papyrus, shooting him a wink.  “Guess I’ll have to tell ‘Santa’ thank you.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate a thank you letter,” Papyrus said with an affirming nod, completely missing the meaning behind Sans’ gesture.  Sans just chuckled before setting the dog back in the box.  He would set it in his room later, up on a shelf so it wouldn’t get caught up in the mess of his room.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to write him one.”  Sans stood, extending a hand to Papyrus.  “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.”

“Breakfast spaghetti does sound good,” Papyrus agreed, taking Sans’ hand and letting the older skeleton help him to his feet.  He immediately headed for the kitchen with Sans trailing behind him.  They could clean up the wrapping paper later.

As he sat at the kitchen table and watched Papyrus rummage though the cabinet for a pot, Sans’ thoughts strayed back to the present he had gotten.  Though stuffed animals weren’t normally his thing, Papyrus had clearly put a lot of thought into it and that’s what made it special.  He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched Papyrus turn the burner up way too high before pouring the noodles into the water.  Papyrus really was the best brother a skeleton could ask for.  He always seemed to know just what Sans needed.

With such a cool brother like Papyrus by his side, he could endure these resets just a little longer.

With such a cool brother like Papyrus, he could do anything.

[whysoseven]

Christmas Wishes Chapter 6: The Morning After

Fandom: Undertale Prompt: Stuffed Dog (courtesy of @petchricor​ ) Characters: Sans, Papyrus Ships:  The harbor be empty Updates Every Thursday

Chapter 1: Nightmares Chapter 2: Gotta Get That Letter In Chapter 3: Do You Have Any Word Searches? Chapter 4: Mistakes Chapter X: April Fools! Chapter 5: Sans Has Regrets Chapter 6: The Morning After You are here

No amount of pain could ever keep The Great Papyrus down on Christmas morning.  Even though Sans knew this, he was still unprepared for the loud banging on his door.  He awoke with a jolt, momentarily forgetting about the previous night’s events and pulling his pillow over his face with a groan.

“It’s too early, Papyrus, five more minutes,” he grumbled.

“No, you lazy bones, it’s time to get up!”  Despite his words, there was no missing the fondness in his voice.  “You can’t sleep through Christmas morning, we have gifts to open!”

Christmas morning?  Wait, that was right, it was  Christmas morning.  The events from the night before came flooding back.  The fear, the anxiety, the attack, the guilt, and the alcohol he had guzzled in an attempt to drown it all out.

“Sans!  You better not have gone back to sleep!”

“Nah, I’m up.”  Sans took a deep breath before forcing his smile just a little wider and getting out of bed.  He could do this.  For Papyrus, he could do anything.  With this in mind he made his way over to the door and opened it, casually leaning against the door frame. “Hey there, cool guy.”

Papyrus looked less than amused.  “Sans, this is no time for flattery!  There are gifts to open!”

“Heh, yeah, I bet Santa left you a ton of presents,” Sans said, following Papyrus when he took to the stairs.  Though Papyrus was moving slower than usual due to the pain he was no doubt still in, his enthusiasm was still made clear with the slight bounce in his steps.  Sans’ smile grew soft at the sight.

“Don’t forget about your presents, Sans,” papyrus said.  “Aren’t you excited to see what Santa got you?”

With that, Sans’ permanent smile soured just a little.  Of course he should have known Papyrus wouldn’t notice “Santa” didn’t bring Sans gifts.  Why should he?  However, that didn’t keep it from making his soul ache.  Even if Santa did exist, Sans was more than certain he would never be good enough to get more than a lump of coal.  Not after everything he’d done.  Still, there was no need to burden Papyrus with all of that.  He forced his smile a little wider, crinkling the corners of his eye sockets.  “Yeah, sure thing, Paps.”

Luckily for Sans, Papyrus didn’t seem to notice the change in his smile.  Instead, he took off towards the Christmas tree the second he feet hit the bottom of the stairs.  Sans couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement.  Man, his brother was the best.  Papyrus took his place by the tree before looking up at Sans and bounding his leg impatiently.

“Come on, lazy bones!  I can’t open presents if you don’t hurry up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”  Sans shuffled down the stairs before taking his place across from Papyrus.  “Alright, go ahead.”

Papyrus didn’t even give a second’s hesitation before tearing into his gifts, grin stretching wide when he saw what was inside.  “Wowie, new action figures!  Just what I asked for!”

“If anyone deserves it, it’s you,” Sans said.  He watched as Papyrus picked up another present, blue paper with a carefully tied red bow, and his brow furrowed in confusion.  Weird, he didn’t remember wrapping that one.  Papyrus read the attached tag before holding it out.  “It says this one is for you!”

Sans’ sockets widened.  For him?  That couldn’t be right.  He took the gift and read the tag, and he couldn’t help the way his smile softened.  The tag definitely had his name on it and, though it said “FROM: SANTA” in clear, bold letters, Papyrus’ scrawl was unmistakable.  “Huh, it sure is.”

He set it on the ground and untied the bow before tearing into the paper.  He then hesitated a moment, finger bones hovering over the flaps of the box before opening them and peering inside.  He sat there a moment, staring at the contents without reacting.  However, he didn’t miss Papyrus’ uncomfortable shift as he tried his hardest not to react to Sans’ silence.

“Is… is everything alright, brother?”

Sans was silent for a moment longer before he looked up at Papyrus with a genuine smile.  “Yeah, all good.  Santa sure knows what a guy wants.”

Papyrus immediately perked up at that.  “Really?  You really like it?”  His eye sockets widened when he realized how painfully obvious he was being and he quickly looked away.  “Not that I even know what it is!  I assume it’s more ketchup to fuel your bad habits.”

Sans chuckled, deciding to just play along.  “Nah, even better.”  He reached into the box and pulled out a small, soft stuffed dog.  Its fur was patches of black and white, arranged to look like a skeleton.  A soft, light blue jacket rested over its shoulders and front legs, and Sans couldn’t deny that there was a resemblance.

“Wowie, Sans, it looks just like you!” Papyrus shouted, doing his best to feign surprise.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it,” Sans chuckled.  He turned to Papyrus, shooting him a wink.  “Guess I’ll have to tell ‘Santa’ thank you.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate a thank you letter,” Papyrus said with an affirming nod, completely missing the meaning behind Sans’ gesture.  Sans just chuckled before setting the dog back in the box.  He would set it in his room later, up on a shelf so it wouldn’t get caught up in the mess of his room.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to write him one.”  Sans stood, extending a hand to Papyrus.  “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.”

“Breakfast spaghetti does sound good,” Papyrus agreed, taking Sans’ hand and letting the older skeleton help him to his feet.  He immediately headed for the kitchen with Sans trailing behind him.  They could clean up the wrapping paper later.

As he sat at the kitchen table and watched Papyrus rummage though the cabinet for a pot, Sans’ thoughts strayed back to the present he had gotten.  Though stuffed animals weren’t normally his thing, Papyrus had clearly put a lot of thought into it and that’s what made it special.  He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched Papyrus turn the burner up way too high before pouring the noodles into the water.  Papyrus really was the best brother a skeleton could ask for.  He always seemed to know just what Sans needed.

With such a cool brother like Papyrus by his side, he could endure these resets just a little longer.

With such a cool brother like Papyrus, he could do anything.

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Hey guys, just here to tell you all that I'm about to be homeless and living out of my car with my partner

The next chapter of Pieces of Him will come out as planned but after that all chapters will be on hold until I'm able to write again

Thank you for reading! I look forward to writing for you all soon!

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Another RvB fic I've been working on, this one is post season 19 with the AI fragments in the memory unit!

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The first chapter of Pieces of Him is now up on AO3!

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Final sneak peek of my fic Pieces of Him, coming soon to Ao3!

“The fire’s a’catchin’ and it’s time for some s’mores, damn it!” Sarge shouted.

“Yeah!” Caboose said, throwing his arms up. “What’s a s’mores?”

“Excuse me!?” Grif shouted. “You’ve never had s’mores!?” Caboose shook his head. “Dibs! Dibs on showing Caboose about s’mores!” Wash chuckled as Grif hurried over to the table with the makings, all excited now.

Wash watched as everyone got up and grabbed a stick and a marshmallow or two for themselves, Grif pulling his seat up next to Caboose to show him how, carefully explaining how to roast the marshmallow just right. 

Tucker sat back down beside Wash, holding out a marshmallow on a stick. “Here.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Wash said, taking it from him. He leaned forward on his knees, holding the marshmallow over the fire. There wasn’t much fire yet, but it was getting there. Tucker copied Wash, hovering his marshmallow a little closer to the fire than Wash was. “It’s gonna catch fire.”

“I know, I want it to,” Tucker said with certainty. “I like these babies burnt.”

“Of course you do,” Wash muttered. Tucker was odd, he always liked his food just a little burnt for some reason. Something about crunch, he had said a few times. Wash thought it was a little ridiculous, but he wasn’t about to argue. He was a grown man and he knew what he liked, even if it was weird as fuck. 

“Carolina, aren’t you gonna have some?” Donut said as he grabbed some for himself. 

“Um,” she said, almost looking nervous. “I dunno.”

“Something the matter?” Wash asked. 

“I, um,” Carolina muttered, shifting her feet. “Also, don’t know what these are.”

“Oh my god,” Grif said slowly. “This is the best day of my life, I get to show people the best thing ever made. Grab a stick, grab a marshmallow, and pull your seat over here lady, I’m about to show you some shit.”

Carolina laughed a little, making her way over to the table. “Fine, fine.” Wash smiled, glad to see her managing to enjoy herself. He knew all of this had hit her hard, so even a small amount of happiness made his heart warm.

“Hell yeah!” Tucker shouted as his marshmallow caught fire. He pulled it away, letting it burn a moment before blowing it out. “See? Perfect.”

“You’re so god damn weird,” Wash mumbled, shaking his head. “You and your burnt food.

“He likes his food burnt?” Simmons said, sounding appalled. “Tucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It’s crunchy!”

“Freak!” Grif shouted. “Just say your mom never knew how to cook.”

“Excuse me!? You motherfucker, I will kick your ass!” Tucker shotued back, standing up. “My momma knew how to cook, you bitch!”

“Did your dad?” Simmons asked.

“No, but he never cooked, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Grif said, shaking his head. “That explains so much.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” Grif said, waving him off.

“Ugh, I just like the crunch!” Tucker muttered, making his way over to the table to make his s’more. “You guys are such bitches.”

“Sorry, I have standards when it comes to food,” Grif said. “I like it cooked correctly and uh, burnt ain’t it.”

“Then don’t burn your food, jackass,” Tucker retorted.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Caboose shouted, pumping his fists in excitement.

“Caboose, shut the fuck up,” Tucker said with a laugh. “Jesus Christ.”

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Chapter 12 of Pieces of Him is finally out! Enjoy!

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Having a hard time with new scenes for Pieces of Him, are there any dynamics or development you're interested in seeing explored?

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Still working on the later chapters of Pieces of Him. Are there any relationship dynamics or character concepts anyone would like to see explored?