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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Winter Makes You Laugh a Little Slower

Summary: Rus is all by himself for the day. Finally.Surely he won't manage to get into trouble.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Brotherly Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pregnancy, More Angst

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Chapter List

What Will Be, Will Be

Something To Say, But Nothing Comes

Can’t Go On, Thinking Nothing’s Wrong

Seldom All They Seem

Voices Are Heard But Nothing Is Seen

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This morning was probably as alone as Rus had been in weeks. Ever since a little spark showed up to orbit his soul, he felt like he'd been under constant supervision from one person or another. But not today.

Today, his brother was already gone to train with Alphys. Edge was gone, back to his own world to go through his own morning routine that Rus didn’t ask too many questions about and Red wasn’t downstairs stinking up the sofa with his mustard fumes. Guard duty seemed to be over, for now. Red still checked in from time to time to raid the fridge and Rus thought maybe he caught a flash of a tragically emo jacket out of the corner of his socket once or twice, but the danger time was before the souling descended. Once it moved on to baby mode, all that was left was the wait.

(And if Red’s sudden absence was disturbing his peace, niggling thoughts of something he almost remembered, Rus wasn’t gonna dig in too deep. He had plenty of his own shit to worry about without adding Red’s nasty soup du jour)

Yep, all alone—except for the kid who was making a pretty good attempt to give Rus a matching set of bruises on either side of his spinal column. He wasn’t complaining too loudly about it; he’d known what he was signing up for, but damn, the kid would have to take after Edge in the energy department. Sometimes it felt like they were trying to use his rib cage as a jungle gym.

Anywho, now seemed like a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the lack of supervision and head out to take care of something before Rus managed to put it off. Again.

Rus dug through their hall closet, pawing through mittens who’d lost their mate and sandals that never got worn, a tennis racket, the leash for the pet rock. Searching until he found a pair of boots in his size. Normally, Rus alternated between his fuzzy slippers and his sneakers, but then, normally he didn't end up standing in the snow for very long. His morning exercise routine used to be a quick shortcut to his sentry post where his tootsies would be propped up out of the slush as he settled into nap mode.

But since it’d been unanimously decided that he shouldn’t teleport while he was smuggling skittens under his shirt, this trip would have to be made on foot.

Yay.

Wasn’t a quick little stroll around the block, either. Once he got out of Snowdin proper, his path led through the woods. Past all the Buns’ sentry stations with a few quick pauses to scratch behind ears, trying to fend off any excited rabbity enthusiasm. Everyone in Snowdin knew by now, his little butterball belly might not be real obvious with his loose sweatshirt, but he’d told Muffet when he went to pay off his tab, just to explain why he wasn’t stopping in as much.

There was no gossiper like someone with hundreds of spiderlings at their disposal.

So far, seemed like everyone was okay about it. Not that he was thinking anyone was gonna kick them out of town or anything, Monsters didn’t usually roll that way, but it was kinda nice to have it confirmed. His own link in the gossip chain told him the big question buzzing around was who is the daddy. On the Undernet, there was a betting pool and there were a lotta names from some of his old one-nighters on the list.

He really hoped Blue was the one with a hefty bet on ‘other’.

Scrolling through the list only made Rus scoff. It was almost insulting, really. Sex was one thing, one great, messy, fun thing, but did anyone really think he would’ve shared his soul with any of them? Not likely.

(He still had a hard time believing he’d done it with Edge; impulsive, sure, but not usually that impulsive. The memory of it was blurry, pleasure-soaked and sweet, Edge desperately asking and him blindly agreeing, the hot press of souls, the brilliant surge of magic between them)

Seeing the Buns was good, though. Once he’d been taken off sentry duty and toned down on the visits to Muffet’s, he didn’t see them much anymore, and he couldn’t help laughing as all of them hopped over to wriggle excitedly around him. Even Greater Bun scrambled out of their armor in the hopes of more pets.

They were too polite to nose at his brand-new belly, (most of them, anyway, Lesser Bun gave it a hopeful nudge, but sighed sadly when Rus stepped back before he obligingly went back for the normal scritches, teeth chattering happily)

But they all loved little ones of any kind, had to really when they had that many of their own. Bunaressa accepted pats almost solemnly, whispering to him. *I am knitting something for your baby.*

“that’s really sweet of you,” Rus said, honestly. He crouched down where Bunamy was flopped in the snow and gave him a furious scratching behind his long ears while he huffed out a contented groan, “don’t forget, they aren’t gonna have a tail, so only four limbs and a head.”

Both of them laughed in their bunny way even as Rus struggled to stand back up. His belly wasn’t that big yet, but he wasn’t exactly used to having one at all so it threw his balance a little off. He wobbled unsteadily, almost dropping back into the snow.

Bunamy caught his elbow, steadying him, “Careful, there. Do you need us to come along?”

*Yes, we can come along, keep you safe!*

“that’s super nice of you guys, but i’m good,” Rus grimaced. The last thing he wanted was another bodyguard, he’d only just kicked the habit.

Bunno was the only one a little distant, eh, no surprise there. He’d been that way since Rus shut down the pussy factory. There was probably some pun in there about cats and rabbits, but Rus wasn’t much in the mood to figure it out. He left Bunno smoking his carrot, heading further down the path.

Out here, the woods were quieter, the only sound his boots crunching on the frozen path. He went past his own sentry post where no one was currently stationed. Not much to see there and Rus wondered if Alphys would assign him back after the kid was born. He wasn’t sure. He had to work, no option there, he wasn’t about to let Blue be the only one bringing in the G. But he also wasn’t sure yet what they were gonna do about the skitten. He kicked idly at a pinecone as he walked, shoving that thought out of his mind. One thing at a time.

Onward, ho. Through the too-wide bars on the bridge that were almost not too-wide enough for his growing belly. He squeezed between them and earned a hearty kick in his floating rib for his trouble. Seemed like the kid didn’t care for the walls closing in, who could blame ‘em? Rus gave his belly a soothing rub, murmuring, “easy, baby, no more squeezing.”

Until they went home, but eh, that bad news could come up later.

The walk was taking more out of him than he’d expected, and Rus was panting by the time he got to the door, wiping his sweaty forehead on his sleeve before it could freeze to his skull. Probably Red would have a fit if he heard about the lack of hat and gloves, but it turned out building a skitten from scratch made a fella pretty damn hot. There were times Rus felt like steam should be sizzling off the top of his skull whenever he stepped outside and chilly as it was, right now the cold was soothing on his overheated bones.

He dusted snow off one of the steps and sat down, catching his breath even as it fogged out around him. Once he was as comfy as he could be, all things considered, Rus reached back behind his head to rap his knuckles on the door he was leaning against. “knock knock.”

Rus waited, not terribly surprised that there wasn’t an answer. It’d been weeks since he’d come.

The minutes ticked away and Rus reached back, tried again, “knock knock.”

Again, nothing. Rus pulled his lighter out of his pocket, flicking it open and shut absently, the sound of it loud in the quiet. He’d quit smoking, but it felt too strange not to have his lighter with him, the weight of it a familiar, comforting presence when everything around him was strange. He thought about knocking again, wondered idly how long he was planning on sitting here alone with the wind whispering through the trees around him.

Fuck, he wanted a cigarette.

“when you decide to make an appearance, kid, the first thing i’m doing after we shake hands is having a smoke.” Rus flicked the lighter closed decisively. “course edge might have a thing or three to say about that. blue’s already been at me, says since i’ve quit for this long, i should keep it up. edge would probably agree.”

Rus trailed off. Edge. Yeah.

Every time he thought he had things figured out with that guy, Edge threw a curveball for him to fumble. Like the past few nights, going from sleeping in his bed to putting it to a better use. He hadn’t really been expecting it considering that Edge hadn’t made a move on him since he’d learned about the baby. Thinking back on Edge walking in on him three fingers deep was a little embarrassing now, but hey, it got results.

Now Rus only wished he knew what it all meant.

“curveball, yeah,” Rus sighed. He slipped a hand under his sweatshirt and the cold bones of his hand against the firm swell of encasing magic made him waffle between flinching away and leaning into the soothing cool of it. The baby stirred under his touch, shifting inside him in that weird, alien way it had. “see? you know what i mean.”

Rus had been perfectly happy with his life before they got the machine working. Okay, maybe happy was an exaggeration but the point still stood. He’d been getting by, content to spend his days sleeping at sentry stations and his nights behind Muffet’s bar, finding ways to feel alive stay awake. It was fine, Blue never said a word about it except to scold him a little on mornings he stayed out too late, because his bro was awesome that way.

Then he met Edge and his whole daily schedule was fucked along with him.

“completely fucked up,” Rus sighed, then he winced, rubbing a thumb along the stretching pseudo-skin where the itch sometimes threatened to drive him crazy. “don’t make that your first word, okay, papa edge would never let me live it down.”

He hadn’t even liked Edge when he first met him. The way he dared to show off as a smug, self-righteous prick when he was touting around that much LV. Took a little while for Rus to pull his head out of his pelvic cavity enough to recognize that maybe someone from murder world might need that kind of control over themselves, because fuck knew there wasn’t much else he could control.

“he tries, though,” Rus murmured. A flutter of movement under his hand and Rus nodded firmly. “that’s right, your papa tries so damned hard.”

Once he got that figured out, didn’t take too long for Rus to decide that maybe a little narcissism was okay, especially when it let you sleep with your smokin’ hot alternate for another world. That Edge went along with it was the real surprise; Rus liked to think he was pretty irresistible when he actually kicked on the charm, but he hadn’t actually expected it to work. That first time, Edge’s hands were shaking when he cupped Rus’s face, leaning in for a kiss—

Rus shifted, a different sort of heat warming his pelvis. Yeah, time to think about something else, damn, why did being pregnant go hand and crotch with being horny all the damn time?

But whatever, he’d been okay with doing things the way Edge wanted it. Casual. Occasional. Rus didn’t really do relationships either, thanks. The couple times one of his part-timers put in an offer for a full-time position, Rus knocked them off his list.

Until Edge.

They’d never even talked about what they were.

“not even sure there are words, kid,” Rus sighed and the baby kicked in commiseration. “friends with benefits? only, i’m not sure we even got the friends part.”

It was something, though. Once they got going, Rus found that nights in the alley behind Muffet’s with bricks rough against his back while someone fucked him against the wall wasn’t appealing anymore and neither was getting the knees of his pants soaked with snowmelt while he moaned around someone’s cock.

What he got from Edge was a lot less often, but Rus wanted it, so much more.

“quality over quantity, kid, make a note,” Rus murmured. The lighter clacked shut in agreement.

He wondered if Edge knew. They’d never talked about it and it was pretty obvious Rus wasn’t sleeping around now. Even if anyone out there found his shift from stick figure to pumpkin appealing, the state of their new nightly entertainment was proof of that much.

But then, Edge also never questioned that the baby was theirs.

“wasn’t supposed to go this way.” The words sounded too loud in the stillness but they were true. A few random nights were supposed to be all Edge had to offer. That was fine, wasn’t like Rus was some kind of hot catch either.

Until the skitten showed up and knocked them off the rails.

“not that it’s your fault,” Rus told his belly reassuringly. “you didn’t ask for us to drag you into this.” It was always the innocents who got screwed up by other people’s bullshit, wasn’t it. Screwed up, fucked over, left behind, left alone. “not you, though, kid. i’m gonna take care of you. we will. we’re gonna be good. i promise.”

He could taste salt-sweet tears at the back of his throat, stupid fucking pregnancy maudlin shit. Rus reached back with a clenched fist, pounding it against the door, “knock, knock!”

He almost fell off the fucking step when deep voice replied, muffled through the door, “Who’s there?”

Rus closed his sockets, exhaling shakily. His voice sounded normal enough, pitched to be heard through the door, “otto.”

“Otto who?”

“otto tell you i didn’t mean to be away so long.”

They both laughed and if Rus was a little too loud, giddy with relief, his pal through the door said nothing.

They’d spent plenty of afternoons like this, calling jokes back and forth to each other until Rus was practically rolling in the snow, the miasma of apathy that always seemed to hang threateningly over him blown away.

Rus sighed, his breath clouding the air. Today wasn’t gonna be one of those days, but he felt like he’d owed his friend this much. For a promise he wasn’t gonna be able to keep.

“listen. i’m sorry it’s been a while since i was able to visit,” Rus told him. Even through the door he could hear his companion shifting his weight as he sat and he wondered, not for the first time, exactly what sort of Monster was hiding in those ruins. “but this isn’t a return to the status quo. i wanted to give you a heads up i might not be able to make it back for a while.”

“Is something wrong?” Concerned, yeah, that much Rus expected. His pal always struck him as being someone’s dad. Maybe someone who used to be someone’s dad; there was an undercurrent of sadness in his deep voice that no amount of puns could chase away.

“depends on your definition of wrong,” Rus admitted. “i’m...uh...well, i kinda traded knock knocks for knocked up.”

“You’re pregnant?”

Rus grinned and said teasingly, “you sound surprised.” Fuck that, he sounded shocked, and Rus was kinda curious to hear why.

His buddy didn’t let him down. “I am. I knew all skeleton monsters can carry, but, and please accept my apologies for assuming, you didn’t speak of anyone in your life except your brother.”

That seemed like a great question to avoid, but luckily, he had another good one to latch onto. “how did you know i’m a skeleton monster?”

“Your accent. Skeletons have a certain hollow ring in their voices, I’m assuming because it echoes within your skulls.”

Rus sat up straight, turning to stare at the door behind him. An accent, really? Fuck, he’d never noticed it, maybe cause he was used to the sound? “you serious?”

“Of course not.” Rus huffed out a laugh, settling back down as his pal went on, “It’s the puns you make. A skele-ton of them. Even then, I wasn’t certain, but you seem to have confirmed it. How far along are you?”

It was the sort of question he’d been avoiding with anyone in town, but out here with a door between them, it was easier somehow to say. “soul descended a couple weeks ago and by the way, that sucked, no one told me it was gonna suck, i’m gonna write my own damn pregnancy book when this is over and the first chapter is gonna describe all the ways it sucks.”

From the other side of the door came a sound of pure commiseration. “Ah, but it’ll be worth it in the end, when you’re holding your child in your arms.” A pause, then hesitantly, “Are you keeping the child?”

“hell yeah, i am,” Rus grumbled. “i’m not digging through all this cereal not to have a prize at the end.”

“Yes, of course. Of course you are.” There was something odd in his pal’s voice but before Rus could ask, his tone changed entirely. “You should head home. There’s a storm coming.”

Rus frowned, glancing upward. The air in between the ground and the cave ceiling was as clear as Snowdin ever got. “you sure?”

“No jokes this time, I’m afraid. I can feel it.”

Snowstorms in the underground were caused by magic, not any sort of weather pattern. That his pal could feel that incoming surge of power was another clue about them, but now wasn’t the time for games. Bad storms were rare, but they could be dangerous as hell. Rus pushed up awkwardly to his feet, struggling to get properly upright. “i’ll try to stop by after the kid is born, yeah?”

He never could’ve guessed his pal’s reply, “I think it would be best if you didn’t. Take care, my friend. Goodbye.”

“wait, what? hang on!” He could hear movement behind the door, the sound of a heavy bulk moving, standing, walking away. He pounded on the door until his fist ached. “come on!

There was no reply, but Rus didn’t really expect one. He scrubbed a hand over his face, impatiently brushing away the dampness that was starting to leak from his sockets. Fuck it, the snow was starting to fall, he didn’t have time to be crybabying. Rus turned on his heel and started back towards Snowdin, let his long legs eat up the distance.

It was no use. By the time he was past the bridge, the snowfall was constant. It was already getting hard to see, there was no way he was gonna make it back to town, not when he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face.

What he could see was his sentry station looming up ahead and Rus managed to wade to it through the rising snowdrifts. It wasn’t much, but it was partially enclosed, he wouldn’t be getting buried at least.

The chair inside was a spindly piece of junk and Rus wasn’t about to trust it with his new weight. He went all the way to the back of the shelter, sitting down in a corner that was least touched by the blowing wind. He tucked his hands into his pockets, tugged up the hood of his sweatshirt. A quick check on his phone told Rus what he already knew; the storm was cutting off his signal, he wouldn’t be sending messages anytime soon and he hadn’t told anyone where he was going because he wanted some time on his own.

Well, he was sure as fuck getting his wish now, wasn’t he.

He wasn’t actually too worried; the sentry post made for a pretty crap shelter, but he had some food in his inventory, his craving for spider donuts was endless. The storm would probably blow over by morning and then he could head for home.

No, what worried him was Blue and Edge not knowing where he was. The last thing he wanted was the two of them out in the storm looking for him. Wasn’t much he could do other than fret about it and Rus was sure he’d be doing that plenty.

A couple hours later Rus wasn’t so confident. The wind was howling ferociously, whipping through the little sentry post and carrying with it painful specks of sleety snow. Rus gave up on his pockets and pulled his arms into his sweatshirt, wrapping them around his belly to offer whatever meager warmth he could. It was so cold, so much worse than he’d been expecting. This storm was a much worse tantrum than Snowdin usually offered, no gentle snowfall here, but howling wind pounding against his little shelter.

Rus still had his lighter, a heavy weight in his hoodie pocket, but the only thing around to burn was the sentry post. Probably be a poor life choice to burn down the roof over his head.

No, over their head. The baby was wriggling vigorously; their souls were still attuned, and they were picking up on his distress.

“shhh, it’s okay, kiddo,” Rus mumbled through numbed teeth. “it’ll be fine. we’ll be okay.”

He suddenly remembered Red’s rough voice telling him that his soul would let go of the souling before letting his HP drop to zero. It hadn’t been the comfort Red seemed to think it would be, Rus didn’t want either of them to…to let go. He curled up tighter, murmuring soft reassurances to his baby, who surely couldn’t hear a word.

He was too cold, teeth chattering, his shivering constant; he needed to do something.

The chair.

Rus staggered to his feet and picked it up with numb hands, smashing it down on the floor. It splintered apart instantly, fragments scattering. Rus gathered them up awkwardly, kicking them into a pile. There wasn’t much in the station, not even his usual scattering of honey bottles. Blue must’ve cleaned up one day. In his inventory, all he were the spider donuts, each wrapped in their own square of wax paper.

He crumpled those up to use as a sort of kindling, tucking the paper balls around the splintered wood. For a minute, the lighter refused to work, the blowing wind and his frozen hands working against him.

“come on, you motherfucker,” Rus muttered. He held it in both hands, thumbed down on the rasp as hard as he could and a wavering flame leapt up.

The paper caught easily, Rus shielding the flame as best he could with his body until the broken bits of the chair began to smolder. The warmth was pathetic, wavering outward and Rus hunched desperately over it. His hands were so cold the pain was starting to fade, but he couldn’t worry about that. He curled as close to the fire as he could, trying as much as possible to direct that heat to his belly.

“sorry, kid,” Rus mumbled. He was so cold. “i always was a fuck up, don’t know why i thought this time’d be different.” He tipped his skull back so the tears he could feel forming didn’t slide down to freeze on his face, instead tasting them on the back of his tongue, nauseatingly sweet.

At first, he thought the sound was only the wind, howling in the distance. Slowly, Rus started to realize it wasn’t from the storm but from something getting closer, something living.

Something living that whipped open the little door on the side of the sentry station, letting in a painful spray of snow and cold but also a huge body, ducking and turning sideways to even get inside.

“greater bun?” Rus croaked out. He wasn’t entirely convinced he wasn’t imagining this, his mind painting him a rescue that wouldn’t be coming.

Greater Bun wasn’t real chatty on a good day. He grunted once, happily, his large pink nose wriggling as he scooped Rus into hefty arms, carrying him outside into the storm. Where a sled was waiting, Bunamy at the lead with Lesser Bun and Bunaressa harnessed behind him.

Greater Bun settled him into the sled into a nest of blankets before abandoning his armor, diving into the sled to lay against Rus. He burbled out an encouraging whine and Rus gratefully buried both hands into that heavy, silky fur, nearly crying at the aching warmth.

A screech from Bunamy cut through the howling winds and they were off.

The ride back to Snowdin wasn’t as fast as a shortcut but it felt pretty damn close. Long Bun legs leapt easily through the snowfall, the sled careening after it. Rus drew a blanket over his face to protect it from the slashing wind, clinging fiercely to Greater Bun. He didn’t protest the grip, snuggling in close and setting his head on Rus’s knee. The warmth was lulling and Rus didn’t even notice falling asleep, only jolting awake as the sled came to a stop.

He looked up blearily, taking in the blinking Gyftmas lights from his own front porch through the heavily falling snow and…oh. His brother was standing with an expression of such concern Rus would only swallow against his guilt. Next to him was Edge and the fury in his expression made Rus cringe. He didn’t have a single fucking excuse, he’d risked their kid with his own stupidity, not even bothering to leave damned note to say where he was going when a dozen or more careless post-its surrounded a sock in his own living room.

“i’m sorry,” Rus began, miserably, already knowing Edge wasn’t going to forgive him. Why the fuck should he. Rus deserved that anger, deserved whatever choice words Edge used to rip him open, idiot, fucking idiot, and—

Being scooped out of the sled, blankets and all, into Edge’s arms where he was held with fierce tenderness was probably not anything he deserved, but fuck if Rus wasn’t gonna take it. He wrapped both arms around Edge’s neck and held on tight, ignored the warm tears he could feel seeping down his cold face. Fuck, why was crying all he could do right lately?

“Never worry me like that again!” Edge growled against the side of his skull, but it wasn’t anger Rus heard. It was a plea, desperate and thickly said.

“i’ll try,” Rus whispered. The world whirled around, Edge carrying him towards the house. A crowd was gathering, voices from Snowdin, congratulating the Buns on a rescue well done, wondering curiously and a little too loud about the skeleton carrying Rus away.

Welp. Wasn’t much question of who the baby daddy was anymore. He really did hope Blue won the betting pool.

The second they were in the house, Edge peeled the snow-crusted blankets away, kneeling to help Rus off with his boots. Rus tried to help and wobbled unsteadily almost doing a somersault right over Edge’s head. Edge braced him even as Rus caught his uncertain balance. The baby squirmed, a weird rolling movement that made Rus wince, “don’t worry, the baby is fine.”

“Are you fine?” Edge countered, glaring up at him.

That made him blink. “um. yeah? i really wasn’t out there too long, probably get to keep all my toes.”

He waggled them in Edge’s grip, wincing as Edge rubbed them firmly, checking each one for feeling. “That’s not funny.”

“sorry,” Rus said, softly and Edge paused, his head dropping briefly. He looked back up at Rus, the crimson of his eye lights softened.

“No, don’t apologize. I don’t mean to yell,” Edge said heavily. “It wasn’t your fault. Blue said the storm came on unexpectedly and you couldn’t know how long the walk would be. You’re too accustomed shortcutting everywhere, your perception on distances is probably skewed.”

“must be.” Rus agreed. Edge was so agitated, he probably would have agreed to anything. His hands moving over Rus restlessly, checking toes and fingers for frostbite, brushing over the slight ridge of his nasal canal, the delicate rims of his sockets.

“You seem fine,” Edge murmured distractedly. His fingertips were sharp, his touch careful as it drifted along Rus’s cheekbone.

Rus swallowed hard and managed, “i must remind you of red, huh?”

That snapped Edge out of it. He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“cause i passed mustard.”

Yeah, that was the face of someone who was regretting a lot of life choices.

Except, maybe not, because he was cupping Rus's face in both his gorgeously warm hands, leaning in to brush their mouths together. Edge always smelled faintly spicy, the kind that made Rus think not of tacos, but gingerbread cookies, fresh from the oven. That kiss moved to brush across his forehead instead, affectionately, testing his temperature as much as—

(affection? does he get to call it that?)

— as anything.

Then Edge sighed and drew away. “Sit down, get wrapped up,” he ordered. “There’s soup heating on the stove and I’ll get you some tea."

Never let it be said Rus couldn’t follow orders after he nearly died out in a snowstorm. He settled on the sofa, dragged the pile of blankets over him and it was only when he was tucking them in that he realized Edge hadn’t even touched the little rounded pot of his belly. All that concern had been directed at him.

Huh.

The door opening and his brother coming in blew that thought away as Rus was absurdly caught in a different storm, this one of his brother scolding him vigorously, “What were you thinking, Pappy, why did you want to go out to that nasty Sentry station anyway, what would you have done if you saw a Human!”

He let Blue ramble on. His bro didn’t even pause when Rus snagged him by the scarf and reeled him in, tucking his warm little body next to him like his own bony hot water bottle.

Edge came out with soup and tea, and they all sat together as Blue turned on the television, bundled in blankets, and it was like…like…

Like family.

But the thought of family made Rus wonder where Red was. He should be here too, there was plenty of room on the sofa. His memory of the souling descending was vague and clouded with pain, but there was something there, something Red told him, what was it?

Eh, he was too tired to figure it out today. But he stuck a note on his mental fridge, that he was gonna need to corner Red. Just as soon as he figured out the questions.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #pregnancy fic

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fallout4holmes · 5 years ago

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Journal 53

From Taffington we headed for Sanctuary. It was afternoon when we left the boathouse, and as the sun was setting we saw a large figure moving down the road in the opposite direction, a pack on his back, in the company of a smaller figure.

Danse’s rifle was up instantly, "Super mutant, looks like he has a hostage!"

“Stand down, Danse,” I ordered.

“What?!”

I was firm, “That's an order.”

He hated it, but the soldier obeyed with a curt, “Yes, sir.”

I gestured to the woman walking beside the mutant, “She isn’t a hostage.”

The lady in question wore a blue vest over her denim dress and trousers, the Minutemen logo embroidered on the lapel. She recognized me, “General Holmes! Splendid to see you!”

“Miss Hargraves,” I tipped my hat, “Still in one piece?”

She smiled, “So far.”

"Found the milk of human kindness yet, Strong?" Preston asked.

"Strong still look," the mutant grumbled. "Human Anne help. Teach more Shakes Spear to understand Mack Beth. Strong teach Anne how to fight. Good fighter of other humans and ghouls. Not so good at fighting bugs."

"I've never had any stomach for the things," Anne shuddered.

"One day will be strong enough to fight Strong's brothers! Nothing will stop Strong and human friend from finding milk of human kindness."

"I wish you best of luck," I said. "Where are you headed?"

"Go to Castle."

"Taking care not to pass near any Brotherhood patrols," Anne added.

"Bah, Strong want to smash bucketheads."

"Please do not," I said.

"Not all who wear armor are our foes," Anne stated. She gestured to Danse as illustration. I can only imagine the expression under his helmet.

I decided to disengage before we found out. "We must be on our way. Safe journey to the Castle, farewell to you both."

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Anne declared.

“Romeo and Juliet.” I bowed slightly, “‘So, farewell to you both.’ King Lear.”

Anne laughed, “You would do far better in the role of Albany or Edgar than that of Cordelia, General. But we have held you long enough. Adieu!”

She actually pronounced it properly, which was fascinating. I never did determine how their troupe knew what half the words in Shakespeare were to begin with, and it’s not as though iambic pentameter is a common concept in the Commonwealth. There must be a recording of some sort back in that radio station. I digress. My companions and I continued in silence for some distance.

“So,” Preston said. “That was Strong.”l

“So I gathered,” Danse stated.

“Who was the lady, General?”

I explained how I foisted Strong’s company onto Miss Hargraves. Preston was almost as appalled as Danse, though for an entirely different reason.

“She actually wanted to travel with him?”

“She had a great many initial trepidations, but it seems to have worked out quite well.”

“Huh.”

Nothing more was said about Anne Hargraves, Shakespearean seamstress, and her super mutant companion. We reached Starlight Drive-In by midnight and rested a few hours before continuing on. I was anxious to reach our destination as quickly as possible.

And so it was early in the afternoon that we finally saw the Red Rocket truck stop just south of Sanctuary. A great deal of construction had happened since I’d seen it last, and apparently continued. A welcome sight hurried toward me as soon as we were spotted.

“Holmes!” Valentine called.

I smiled, “Valentine. I take it the construction of a new workbench inspired Sturges to further improvements?”

“That man’s got more ideas than he knows what to do with,” Valentine chuckled. “Did you get the message about the robobrain?”

“Yes, and we have the beacon.”

“Great…” he looked around, puzzled. “Don’t tell me Cait ducked out on you?”

“She elected to stay behind, but not until after she retrieved the beacon for us. We’re even, and so she left.”

He shrugged, “I’d call it even, too. Alright, let’s give Ada this little gadget and see if it’s enough.”

I introduced Ada to Danse and Preston, and the three of us watched in fascination as Sturges used the robotic workbench to install the new beacon into her. Her report… was not what we hoped.

“I'm going to begin my decryption routine, but it could take a while. In the meantime, I've picked up another robobrain beacon signal. It should be the last one you'll need to collect.”

“Another one?” I asked.

“Each robobrain's radar beacon has unique encryption so that it can't be traced back to the source. I believe that with one more beacon, I should be able to decrypt the signal and find the Mechanist.”

Danse was skeptical, “Either that, or this Mechanist is smarter than you suspect and we're just wasting our time.”

“Let's hope that isn't the case,” Ada replied, concerned.

“So where exactly is the last robobrain located?” Valentine asked.

“If my calculations are correct, the signal is coming from…” she hesitated, “Oh, this isn't good. The robobrain is at Fort Hagen Satellite Array, which means it's in the hands of the Rust Devils. My old caravan encountered them once while crossing the river into the city. They scour the Commonwealth looking for my kind. What they can't capture and reprogram, they strip for spare parts. I realize they pose a greater threat to me than you, but I want you to be well informed.”

I nodded, “Thank you, Ada, we’re familiar with them. We haven't come this far to give up now.”

“Despite what lies ahead, I'd be more than happy to accompany you... if you like. I can continue the decryption program as we travel.”

“I have no objection,” I said. “Valentine?”

“No complaints from me. She’s a good bot to have at your back.”

Preston anticipated what I was going to say next, “We’ll coordinate all the Minutemen preparations. If Maxson wants a war, the Minutemen will be as ready as we can be, General.”

I hoped as ready as we could be would be enough.

The satellite array was swarming with Rust Devils and robots. Thanks to Ada’s directions, we managed to make our way into the hangar. Robots were scattered all over the place, dismantled and scavenged and tossed aside. Eventually, we discovered a robobrain. At least, we discovered the brain. The robobrain’s “head” had been removed from its robotic body, and connected to a computer near the base of a ramp up to an inactive sentry bot covered in additional plating and decorated with skulls.

The robobrain spoke. The feminine voice sounded irritated. “You don't look like one of the Rust Devils. What are you doing here?”

“What did they do to you?” Valentine asked, appalled.

“They felt that keeping my head online would prove useful to them. Fortunately for me, they're stupid enough to actually believe anything I say. Admittedly, it hasn't gotten me very far, but it has saved me from the same fate as my rather unfortunate comrades you see in pieces around you. Now, back to my original question. What are you doing here?”

“It appears we’re here for your radar beacon,” I said.

“My radar beacon?” She was surprised, “Now that's unexpected. That's a very specific part to be searching for and you don't look like the typical parts scavenger type to me. I calculate a 98.8 percent chance that you're looking for the Mechanist. If I'm correct, and I usually am, then perhaps we can help each other with our respective... predicaments.”

“You’re hardly in any position to bargain.”

“You really think just because I'm connected to this machine, you have the upper hand? If you'd take a moment to listen, I'll explain precisely why you're wrong.” The voice dripped condescension, “Now, how can I put this as simple as possible so someone at your processing speed can understand? In order to find the Mechanist, you're going to need more than just my radar beacon, you're going to need access to the facility. I'm willing to provide said access... but you'll have to fulfill two simple conditions. One, you need to get me as far away as you can from these lunatics. And two, find me a new body. Once both conditions are satisfied, I'll gladly provide you with everything you need. Do we have a deal?”

Valentine was doubtful. “How do we know you'll keep up your end of the bargain?”

“Even though there's a human brain floating in bio-gel inside my head, I'm still bound by my original programming. It pains me to admit it, but one of my directives states that I cannot lie. Ever. So, while I'm not the most charming robot you've ever encountered, the last thing I'm going to do is violate an agreement we've made.

“You’ve already implied you’ve been lying to the Rust Devils,” I said.

“I haven’t been lying. I’ve just told them truths that might not be related to their questions.”

“Not exactly a firm foundation for trust,” Valentine said.

“You don’t have a choice.”

If she was lying, the only cost would be Sturges’s time spent on restoring her body. “Very well.”

“Good. Once we’re at our destination, I’ll happily relinquish my radar beacon as a gesture of good faith. Now, I strongly suggest you stop loitering in the middle of a hostile location and get us both out of here at once.”

I removed her from the computer. Fortunately, the dome fit in my pack. Unfortunately, a hiss of steam came from the sentry bot as it activated. I wasted no time in throwing a pulse grenade onto its lap and diving for cover as Ada and Valentine began firing at it. Its attention split between them, I focused on its fusion cores. It was eventually defeated, though the resulting explosion sent me sprawling.

“Holmes!” Valentine rushed to me, “You alright?”

“A bit singed and bruised, but nothing a stimpak won’t fix,” I groaned.

The brain’s voice spoke from my pack, “You… destroyed Ahab.” She sounded impressed. The moment passed. “Well, come on. Let’s not wait around for more horrifying monstrosities.”

We fought our way out past the raiders, killing the one responsible for the robobrain’s current state to her immense satisfaction, and hurried away from the place as quickly as we could.

“Thank goodness we’re out of that hole,” the robobrain muttered.

“What do we call you?” I asked.

“I have no designation.”

“How about Jezebel?”

Valentine stifled a laugh. ‘Jezebel’ didn’t seem to notice. “It doesn’t matter to me what useless phrase you want to use as an indicator. I’ve had enough jostling around in your pockets. Let me know when you’ve found me a body, will you? Entering rest mode in 3, 2, 1… goodnight.”

“Thought she’d never stop complaining,” Valentine grumbled.

Ada commented, “Robobrains are notorious for being... well, a real pain in the neck.”

“What do you know about them, Ada?” I asked.

“The brain is used both as a control unit and a data storage unit which is far more efficient than using standard circuits. Unfortunately, there were a lot of programming issues with these robots which caused them to be a bit... shall we say, unhinged? The robobrain's unfortunate tendency towards violence and aggression should be considered more of a malfunction than a calculated decision. I confess, I am not certain why you agreed to this one’s demands.”

“If we truly need it to access the Mechanist’s facility, then we can’t take any chances.”

Ada sounded irritated, “How foolish of me. It makes perfect sense that the Mechanist would not only keep its location a closely guarded secret, but would secure it against intrusion as well. I'm terribly sorry, I hadn't considered that possibility at all. I'm afraid when it comes to assisting humans, I'm not doing very well lately.”

Valentine and I were both shocked. “Why would you say something like that?” my partner asked.

“Ever since I let my friends die in that caravan, I feel like I've been failing in my duties. I chose the route we took the day we were attacked. Perhaps if I had selected an alternate route, they'd still be alive. Sometimes I wish that Jackson had programmed me with my personality mode set permanently to disabled so I wouldn't feel so upset.”

I was puzzled, “Your personality mode is what enables you to act more like a human than a mindless automaton, is it not?”

“Yes. Jackson said he didn't think of me as a servitor robot... he treated me more like a friend. So he permanently set my personality mode to ‘on.’ He said I should never lose my identity. I suppose I'm starting to think he was wrong.”

I sighed, “Ada, not only have you repeatedly proven yourself invaluable, your personality defines you as an individual. The ability to become upset is perhaps unpleasant and inconvenient, but the alternative would make you no better than the creations terrorizing the Commonwealth.”

She stopped suddenly, and turned to me. “Thank you. I think I needed to hear that from someone else. Once we reach Red Rocket, I can finish my calculations and hopefully our new ‘friend’ Jezebel can grant us access to the facility.”

“And we can put an end to this nonsense once and for all,” Valentine said.

After we’d walked a little farther, Ada asked, “Sirs, why is the name Jezebel humorous?”

“Jezebel was the name of an ancient wicked queen, married to a king called Ahab,” I explained. “According to one story, she was killed during a revolution by being thrown out a high window. Stray dogs ate her body, until only her head, feet, and hands were left.”

“Ah. But our Jezebel is missing hands and feet.”

“No doubt she would like them returned,” I nodded.

“Didn’t expect you to pull a biblical reference out of thin air, Holmes,” Valentine teased. “Can’t imagine there was much use for that in your detective work.”

“Well, when you impersonate a priest as many times as I have, it’s helpful to know a few facts.”

“When you what?”

And so I told them stories of when being in disguise proved extremely useful as we traveled.

#fallout 4 #fan fiction #strong #danse #preston #nick valentine #ada #the mechanist #automatron #sherlock holmes #crossover

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meshugana1 · 6 years ago

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Random story idea but. Guy is alone at the gym and decides to take a shower in the women locker room since its nicer. Water changes him into a gym slut. Only other person in gym is a women. He lures her into guys locker room and changes her with the guys shower. Things get heated after that ;)

“It’s broken,” said the bubbly voice. It stopped Megan’s naked body only feet from the steaming shower. Megan turned her head to see where the warning came from. The person she saw sparked an ember of jealousy. She was bottle blonde, curvy and soft in every place a young woman should be and hard in all the other areas. To get a body like that she must have lived in this gym.

“Fuck, seriously? It was working an hour ago.”

“Something about a burst pipe. The dudes' showers are still working though. I’ll be your lookout if you like?” Normally Megan would balk at this idea, but her vigorous workout had left its pungent mark on her. The gym was usually deserted at this hour anyway, except for that scrawny creep Alex. But for about an hour Megan hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him. A typical evening involved him leering at her while feebly attempting one of the nearby machines, then fumfer through a sexual innuendo. It would be more insulting if he weren’t so shy about it.

“Ok, I guess that’d be alright. Say, now that I think about it, you kinda look familiar. What’s your name?” Megan said.

“Just call me Alex,” the blonde said with an almost malicious grin. As the pair crossed the threshold into the men’s locker room, Megan breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she indeed found it to be empty.

“Thank God. I’ll be honest, for a second there I thought this might’ve been some kinda prank,” Megan said as she let her bag fall to the floor and slid the strap of her sports bra off her smooth shoulder. Alex stood sentry at the entryway, one eye glancing to the hallway every so often but the other permanently fixed to Megan as she disrobed. Alex tensed her thighs as she could see the beads of sweat roll down Megan’s tanned back.

“No way I’d ever do that to a fellow lady, we gotta stick together right?”

“Right,” Megan said. She stood in the men’s locker room, fully denuded. There was a curious thrill to being in a forbidden place such as this naked as she was. A flash crossed her mind of some of the regulars faces if they’d decided to enter now. The shock alone might be worth it. “So, how long you been going to this gym? I swear I’ve seen you around before,” Megan said as the first blast of steamy water struck her plump breasts.

“I’m pretty new,” Alex said knowingly. It was hard for Megan to hear her over the sounds of the water crashing into her tight body. Her hands caressed her hair, her fingers pulling away a few long, auburn strands. There was nothing in this world that felt better than a warm shower after a vigorous workout. She basked in the tingling warmth as it covered every one of her sore muscles. It was difficult for her not so merely stand still and take in all the steamy goodness the shower had to offer. She turned her back to it, allowing the tingly water to crash into her shoulders and cascade down her chest. The water made its way into the deep crevice between both her cheeks and nether lips, almost knowingly teasing the poor girl. Megan brought her strong arms up and held her biceps forcing the warm water to collect in her cleavage. As the water flowed around her body and her fingers gripped her arms, she could’ve sworn they felt a little bit bigger than before.

It was the idle dream over everyone who trained their bodies that they grew noticeably more each day, but there was no way that could happen. But even as she saw the tone of her much larger bicep, she could scarcely believe it. Maybe it was that flu shot she got the other day messing with her head. But as her worried eyes saw her arms grow not only more toned but larger, inversely she watched her bust wobble and shrink. It was subtle at first, as these things often are. It was like her chest was having a seizure as it began to spasm before her. Then it looked as though it sucked into her chest about an inch. Megan breathed through her teeth as her pale eyes were glued to her precious chest as it shrunk away, failing to notice that both her glorious ass and her hair were getting similar treatment. Clumps of auburn locks were being pulled into the drain, and her hips seemed to be collapsing in on themselves leaving a muscled pair of thighs behind that grew not only out slightly but upwards significantly, ascending Megan to the height of six foot five inches. Her breasts had been reduced to all but nothing now. Her nipples, though hard, had become small barely noticeable things. Her shoulders had practically exploded with muscle and rounded out as if she had a speed bumps on either side of her neck. Her hair had lost its former glory. Still auburn but short and simple. Her shock had yet to abate when she felt her pussy tremble and her insides burn.

She collapsed to her strong knees breathlessly screaming as her uterus burned away, leaving only a pair of repurposed ovaries to descend from their former place. Megan managed to straighten her back and for the first time get a good look at her new six pack abs, something she had strived for years but were always just out of reach. Suddenly she felt a powerful thrum inside her pussy that made her eyes roll into her skull for a moment. She had been around the block before, but she had never felt horny like this. It was so…focused, so distractingly single-minded. It was as if something had attached to her clitoris and was shaking it about like a drum of paint. She could actually see it swell, but as with most of her body that evening, it didn’t stop when she thought it should.

Her clit continued to swell and expand, then she felt intensely strange pleasure as it forced itself past her lips. It was like being fucked from the inside in the best possible way. It kept inching further away from her for what seemed like forever. It finally stopped when her clit looked like it was eight inches long and thick as a soda can. Her vaginal lips slackened around her new shaft and her new testicles nuzzled their way into her new sack. Megan breathed hard, her lungs felt so much larger than before. She, now he, rose to his feet, almost giving himself a sense of vertigo. His eyes made a notice of everything that had changed. He was large, but not overly so, toned more than he thought was reasonable, and his cock hung lower than any he had seen in person before. He brought his hands to his face and even that proved to be changed. Where softness once reigned now hard angles and coarse hair had replaced it. From his touch, he could at least be sure he was still handsome. It was then that he heard another pair of lungs taxing themselves. The water still beat against his back as he turned and saw Alex, her hands pressed into the tiled wall as her large breasts jutted forward. Her breath was fast and frantic in a very familiar way.

“God,” she said, “did that feel as sexy as it looked? Oh what the hell am I saying? I know from experience!” Her arms slipped into her clothing and in a single motion, she tore them off her body. Megan’s half turgid cock thrust out with explosive, single-minded need. It was suddenly hard to think as he looked at Alex’s obviously needy body. But as the pair walked towards each other, Megan saw something. A peculiar, rosy mark under Alex’s ribcage in the shape of an egg. It was just like the birth-mark that the creepy Alex liked to show off. But it was impossible to think as Alex wrapped her soft hands around Megan’s thickening cock. Still, he heard loud and clear when she spoke the last intelligible words the two would share that evening.

“So, Megan, how do you like my now?”

The End. Hope Y’all like it!

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shadsmeister · 8 years ago

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A Girl And Her Dog Chapter 6

Author’s Note: Snow day means writing!! Wooooo. This is the longest chapter yet, and the longest thing I’ve ever written, I believe. I hope you guys enjoy and, as always, let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from the taglist!

Synopsis: Negan’s mouth causes some problems. Jay proves to be a great new asset to the Sanctuary. Pain brings people closer.

Warnings: Language, fighting, blood

Chapter Song: Everyone Talking Over Everyone Else - Norma Jean

Taglist: @sungieeeeee @greasernegan @whothehellisjay@opheliadawnwalker3 @rebelsoul-gypsymind @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff @negans-network @babystarwitch@loliftingg @samwinchesterswifey @wolfhart18 @steam-queen98

Kailyn bolted up from her bed, startling the sleeping dog at her feet awake in the movement. Something wasn’t right; they were supposed to go on a run this morning, but the light shining through the curtains was too bright, its place in the sky too centralized to be the correct time.

Turning her head towards the clock on her wall, she realized the sun wasn’t wrong. It was well past morning; the numbers told the brunette it was almost past noon, as well. Frantically, she peeled herself from the bed, feet carrying her towards the puppies in their pen. They were almost two months old now, growing bigger and rowdier by the day.

Looking into the makeshift pen, she was surprised to find they were all asleep. That was unlike them. The puppies should be awake, and loud, waiting for food. Yet... they weren’t. It didn’t make sense. That was, until Sentry made his way over to his owner.

Kailyn cast her gaze down onto the dog, brows knitting together as she noticed the note tied around his neck by a thin rope. Carefully, she removed the paper, eyes scanning over the words scribbled on it.

Tried to wake you up, Figured you needed the fucking rest. Fed the fuckers and Sentry, don’t worry about it. Be back around noon. - Daddy

Anger bubbled within the pit of her stomach, starting there before spreading to the rest of her limbs in a flush of emotion. Negan had been treating her differently since the ‘incident’ at the Kingdom, slowly reducing her work in an assumed attempt to get the woman not to notice.

She noticed.

Slowly, Kailyn crumbled the note in her hand, balling both fists as she attempted to control the rage building within her. It was to no avail, of course, and seconds later she dropped the balled-up paper, stalking over to where her boots were to roughly tug them on. She needed to get out of her room before she destroyed it.

Making her way outside made her realize she needed to get away from the compound itself, and Kailyn quickly made her way towards the armory. Getting a gun was easy enough; the man took one look at her– and more than one at Sentry– and quickly handed her favorite assault rifle over, as well as an extra knife.

Kailyn didn’t even have to convince the guard at the gate; it was already open, waiting for the trucks that carved their path up the road. She ignored them as she walked by, stopping only when a familiar bat stuck out of a passenger window, right at eye-level.

“Where the fuck you going?” The sound of his voice made the woman grit her teeth and she stepped back as the door flung open, saving her glare for him as Negan stepped into frame, blocking the sun.

“Out,” Came her cold reply as she side-stepped him, Sentry following obediently as she made her way around the older man. In turn, Negan’s hand curled around her arm, yanking the younger woman back into place. The act caused Kailyn to lash out instinctively, the stock of her gun swinging out in an attempt to connect with his face.

She almost did. A silence fell amongst the Saviors that had exited their vehicles as Negan caught the gun, form stiffening as anger surged through him. The grin that once graced his features turned cold as his eyes darkened, and the hand on her arm tightened into a bruising grip.

One thing he never did, however, was scare Kailyn. The brunette roughly pulled away, returning the look of rage. Negan found himself staring at the very rage that caused her actions at the Kingdom; this time, it was aimed at him.

“No, you’re not. You’re marching that tight little ass right the fuck back inside, and you’re taking Sentry with you.” Negan growled dangerously, stepping closer to tower over the smaller woman. She didn’t shy away from his proximity, instead slowly lifting her gaze to hold him.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” There was no malice in her tone, only the promise of execution as she visibly relaxed, slipping out of the band that held the gun to her. Snapping her fingers at Sentry, she gave him the non-verbal command for a down, holding Negan’s gaze as he obeyed.

Negan laughed then, a cold and mirthless sound. “Well excuse the fuck out of me, spitfire!” He called out, voice booming loud enough to solidify everyone’s attention on the pair. “Are you gonna send your dog out on me, huh? You know that won’t end well. As a matter of fact,” Lucille swung up and the leader’s hand released the gun, letting it carelessly hit the ground as his fingers tightened around the bat. With a breath, he reared back, surging forward to swing the bat down at Kailyn, stopping just short, his forehead almost meeting hers.

The brunette didn’t flinch, and she held Negan’s gaze throughout his pseudo-attack. The anger continued to course through her but she laughed; softly at first, then louder as the leader’s face twisted in rage. Suddenly, she ducked his arm, twisting as she drove a closed fist into Negan’s side in a sharp and well-placed hit, quickly darting back as the back curled into the punch.

“You threaten my dog again, and I’ll kill you.” Kailyn tilted her head, making sure to level her gaze with each and every one of the Saviors. “That goes for any of you.”

She didn’t bother to pick up the gun as she called Sentry back to her side, starting back on her journey out of the compound. She didn’t make it far before leather-clad arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground, causing the brunette to scream out in surprise.

Sentry instantly snarled at Negan, jumping up to shove at the man’s frame with his large paws. The man knew better than to second guess the dog and released the woman, instinctively leaning away from an elbow.

“You fuckin’ hit me again, little girl...” He warned, once again crowding into her space. Her answer was to shove him back, her form trembling with barely contained rage.

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Kailyn yelled, mimicking his previous move to crowd into his space.

“Because you’re going fuckin’ crazy!” Negan yelled back, nostrils flaring as he exhaled harshly, his forehead wrinkling as he glared down at the young woman. “Ever since the fucking Kingdom and that shit– you’ve been walking around here cold as fuck!”

The brunette pulled back then, her vision going blurry. She didn’t hear anything past his first sentence, and the usual clutter of thoughts in her mind went silent. Once again, she relaxed visibly, and when she looked at Negan again, her vision was clear. Slowly, she moved to unclip her knife harness, letting it clatter to the ground as she held his gaze.

Negan quieted instantly, watching as she then pulled the spare knife out of her boot before letting that drop as well. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be good.

“Negan,” Kailyn’s voice was quiet, that same coolness once again entering her tone. “You’re gonna need to fight back.”

That was all the warning the older man received before the brunette surged forward, fire burning in her eyes as she swung at him.

Negan ducked the hit and moved away, but realized he was only just quick enough to avoid it. “You sure you wanna do this, kid?” He growled as he moved away from her onslaught. Suddenly, he blinked; it was the worst timing. Stars burst in front of the older man’s eyes as Kailyn’s fist connected with his cheek, making his head snap back.

The Saviors gasped, raising their weapons and pointing them at the brunette. They had never seen Negan take a hit like that before. Slowly, Negan brought his head back up, looking down at her with black eyes as he spit blood at her feet.

“Lower your weapons. This is between us.” He commanded, sizing up the smaller woman. Twice now, she had hit him harder than most men ever could, and she wondered where the hell she learned how.

He raised a finger at her, and Kailyn paused, watching as Negan peeled off his leather, resting it on the hood of his truck before he set Lucille on the passenger seat. His gun belt followed after before he finally turned towards the young woman.

“Is this what you want?” He rumbled out as he worked his jaw. After a moment, he stepped closer to her, carefully regarding her as he tried to anticipate her next hit.

She didn’t answer, choosing to move forward again as she looked for an opening. Nothing mattered; not Sentry watching on, not the possible threat on her life. Nothing but this. Kailyn knew Negan would be expecting another punch, so she didn’t give him the pleasure of being right. Instead, her hips shifted, twisting sharply as her leg swung out to catch him in the same side her first hit had landed.

Negan had moved the block his face and left his ribs open; the move caused all the air to rush out of his lungs and he grimaced, buckling slightly as the pain radiated through his body. He didn’t miss his chance to grab her leg, even in his pain, and he yanked her forward, landing a hard and open-handed smack across her face. He didn’t enjoy hurting women, but she was giving him no choice.

Kailyn gritted her teeth, head jerking to the side from the force of the smack. It jarred her, but it wouldn’t be nearly enough to stop her onslaught. Instead of trying to pull away, her small frame seemed to wrap around the older man as she jumped up, the momentum sending them tumbling into the dirt.

The armbar had worked, but she had no intention of breaking his limbs. Quickly climbing on top of him, the brunette pinned his arms down with her knees, striking him again and again in the chest and face as he struggled under her.

“I’m not. Fucking. Crazy!” She screamed as each hit landed, movements becoming sloppy as emotion overwhelmed her. Negan saw his window and took it, shifting his arms out to push her away as his own fist shot out, catching her in an uppercut due to the angle. He refused to allow himself to really hit her, but the force still sent her jaws snapping together and her head flying back. Grabbing a fistful of her shirt, Negan yanked her back, his next punch catching her in the cheek.

It served its purpose; Kailyn went limp in his arms, knocked unconscious by Negan’s hit. He didn’t want this, but it was the only way to stop her without truly hurting her.

Slowly, he laid her back, gingerly standing up. Once up, he bent down to scoop her limp form into his arms, grimacing as he straightened up. The young woman had done serious damage to his ribs, the leader wouldn’t be surprised if she had broken one.

“Simon,” Negan called out, gesturing to the weapons scattered about. “Pick this shit up, bring me Lucille when you’re done. I’m taking her to the infirmary.” When his right hand nodded, the older man grabbed his jacket, draping it across Kailyn’s lap.

Finally, he looked down at Sentry, licking his lips and tasting the blood there. “Ah, fuck, what’s the fuckin’... Oh!” Negan slapped his thigh, holding the dog’s dark gaze. “Au pied.”

Obediently, Sentry moved to Negan’s side, leaning up to sniff at his owner’s leg.

“I know, buddy.” Negan sighed then, starting to make his way towards the infirmary. “I didn’t want to do it.”

Kailyn bolted up from the bed she was on, and was instantly nauseated by the way her vision swam as she was hit with a wave of deja vu. This time, however, she wasn’t in her room; she was surrounded by medical equipment and quickly realized she was in the infirmary.

She looked from the woman in the white coat by her side, to the man that sat by her bed, to Sentry laying at his feet. Negan looked up at her, his gaze guarded; the woman took in the puffiness of his lips, the bruise that had formed under the icepack he held to his jaw. The blood dried on his chin.

Before she could speak, the woman turned around; Jay. She gently pushed Kailyn back against the bed, pressing and icepack into her hand. She didn’t understand why she’d need it and gave the woman an odd look.

“What happened?” Instantly, the brunette winced, immediately bringing the icepack to her face. Her jaw ached and her head pounded; pain she hadn’t felt in years. Beside her, Negan made a surprised sound, causing her to look his way.

“You don’t fuckin’ remember?” He asked, his free hand pressing against the wrappings around his wrist. The movement caused Kailyn’s gaze to fall there, and her brow furrowed. After, the realization that he was shirtless caused her gaze to flit away again.

“What do you remember, sweetheart?” Jay asked softly, shooting Negan a dirty look as she gently squeezed the younger woman’s arm.

“Um..” The brunette tried to concentrate through the swimming, flexing her jaw and wincing at the movement. “I remember being outside, with Sen.” She began, continuing only when Jay nodded encouragingly. “And then Negan..” Kailyn grew quiet then, her cheeks flushing as her voice cracking. “H-he called me c-crazy...”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, body growing hot as emotions wracked through her. “I don’t. I don’t remember anything after...” Dropping the icepack, she called Sentry over, fists balling in his hair as she fought back the tears gathering in her eyes. “I-I’m not crazy... I’m not c-crazy...”

Jay bit her lip as Kailyn looked up at her, shaking her head. “No, hon, you’re not crazy.” She reassured softly, running a hair over her hair.

Negan watched silently, his heart clenching as he took the brunette in. This was the most vulnerable he’d ever seen her, and he immediately decided he didn’t like whatever... this, was.

“You attacked me.” He murmured softly, meeting her eyes when her head snapped to look at him. When Jay shot him another look, he added, “She deserves to know what happened. Kailyn, you attacked me. I had to knock you out to get you to stop. When I brought you here, Jay gave you something to keep you down for a bit. You’ve been out for about an hour.”

He paused then, gaze softening as he looked over the young woman who sat with a dog draped across her lap, looking at him as if her humanity hung on his words. “You really don’t remember?”

Kailyn shook her head slowly, catching her lip between her teeth as she exhaled shakily. It was happening again, and she thought she had it under control; this was why she preferred to be on her own.

“No..” She answered quietly, dropping her gaze back to his bandaged ribs. “Did... Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck yeah, you did.” Negan chuckled carefully, moving his hand to show her more of the wrapping. “You hit real fuckin’ hard, you know that? Jesus Christ, spitfire. Were you a fighter?”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the young woman giggled softly, sniffling quietly as she nodded. “In a different world, yeah. Muay Thai, mostly.”

“Yeah? Well it fuckin’ shows.”

Jay moved forward then, handing Negan a bottle of water and a small cup of pills before doing the same to Kailyn. “Take this, you’ll feel better. Kailyn, you cracked at least one of his ribs, maybe two.” She took a seat by the bed, running a finger over the set of triangles on the young woman’s wrist. The motion caused the brunette to relax back, and she held the cup out to the doctor.

“I don’t take pills.” She said instantly, depositing them into Jay’s hand. “Ever. Thank you, though. I’ll get over it.”

Jay regarded her for a moment, before nodding and setting the cup on the table. “If you want them, they’ll be right there. Now, how are you feeling, sweetheart? How’s your head?”

The look she gave her made Kailyn think she wasn’t referring to her injuries. Shooting Negan a side-eyed look, she returned her gaze back to Jay. “I don’t... know, yet.” She whispered, fingers playing in Sentry’s hair as he carefully licked at her face.

Negan felt like he was being left out of the loop, and loudly cleared his throat. “Hey doc, mind giving us a few minutes?” It wasn’t a question, and with a sigh, Jay nodded, giving Kailyn’s arm a squeeze as she stood.

“I’ll be back in five.” She warned, offering the woman a smile before exiting the room. Negan waited until the door closed before he stood, stepping closer to sit at the edge of her bed.

“Are you alright, kid?” He asked, raising a hand to run through Sentry’s fur. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” She answered immediately, watching as Sentry rolled over to give Negan access to his stomach. She was surprised by the gesture of trust; he must really like the man. “I hurt you.”

“Oh yes the fuck you did.” Negan grinned then, catching Kailyn’s gaze and holding it. “I’m impressed, so are the Saviors. No one’s fuckin’ with you, doll.”

The brunette giggled despite herself, gaze dropping to the tattoos that littered the older man’s body. Idly, she wondered about each one’s story. When she realized she was staring, Kailyn immediately averted her gaze, a blush creeping its way up her neck. “Sorry...” She wasn’t sure if she was referring to the attack, or to her staring.

“Don’t be.” The older man waved her off, dimples cratering his cheeks as his face split into a wide, knowing grin. He realized they didn’t have a lot of time like this– just the two of them. Not since she’d been brought in three weeks prior. Leaning closer, he whispered. “I liked it.”

Kailyn watched him move closer and bit her lip, eyes trailing to his face. “The staring, or the fight?”

“Both.” Negan answered immediately, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He was looking to make her laugh and it worked, the soft sound bouncing off the walls of the room. After a moment, they fell into silence, just looking at each other. It wasn’t awkward, but soon enough, he found himself breaking it. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” He asked quietly, head casting to the side.

Kailyn found herself nodding, answering with a quiet, “Yes.” as she watched him lean even closer, a hand reaching out. It stopped short of her cheek and the young woman shifted up, turning her head to press her cheek into his palm. Negan knew that took a lot on her part and he found himself grateful. Shifting closer, he brushed his thumb across the bruise that had formed there, hating himself for having to hit her.

“I’m sorry, doll...” He murmured as he moved to sit on the other side of Sentry and closer to her. The dog jumped off the bed, huffing as he rested his head on the mattress. “I didn’t know– I didn’t mean to call you that...”

The brunette was shaking her head even before he finished, raising a hand to rest over his. “Don’t, stop..” She pleaded softly, blinking rapidly to combat the forming tears again.

“No, don’t cry, fuck.” This was backfiring, and Negan started to pull away, only for Kailyn to pull him back.

“Just this once,” She muttered, and the older man was about to ask her what she meant when she leaned up, pressing her lips to his. “Shut up..”

She kissed him again, finding herself growing desperate at how good he tasted. His stubble scratched at her face, a stark contrast to how soft his lips were. Her eyes fell closed as Negan kissed her back, his tongue gliding over her bottom lip.

“Kailyn...”

He was just as drunk over the kiss. Negan knew she was soft, but could never imagine this. He wanted more. He needed more. The hand on her cheek slid behind her head, cradling her as he shifted closer to deepen the kiss. Kailyn melted under him and he loved it, catching her lip between his own as he gently sucked at the flesh, the taste of her blood only spurring him on–

“Whoa, lovebirds,” Jay’s voice suddenly filled the room and the two jumped away from; Kailyn blushed darkly and Negan groaned as he pressed his hand to his side, the movement too quick for his injured body to handle. “You five minutes are up.”

She walked in, looking between the two with a knowing grin. “As much as I’d love to let you two continue, you both need to rest. In your own beds. Separately. Neither of you are in any condition for activities– yes Negan, even you– and need to stay put for a few days. Think you can do that?”

Ducking her head, Kailyn nodded, carefully swinging her legs from the bed to the floor. Before either of them could protest, Sentry walked over and the woman grabbed ahold of the handle on his vest, looking at the pointedly as he kept her steady.

“I’ll be able to make it to my room. Thank you, Jay.” With Sentry pulling her forward, she leaned in to give the doctor a hug, surprising the older woman. After a second, she returned it, taking the chance to murmur, “If you ever need to talk, you let me know, okay? I understand.”

When Kailyn pulled back, she looked up at her, nodding slowly. “Okay.”

Negan stood then, carefully sliding his jacket on before grabbing Lucille. When he lifted her, he grimaced, almost dropping the back. “Fuckin’– fuck.” He growled, grip on her handle tightening.

Kailyn walked over to him then, holding a hand out. “You can’t hold her. I’ll do it, it’s not like we don’t live on the same floor.” She looked up at him, searching his face for his answer. That same face that was just centimeters from hers, the same lips that were just pressed against hers.

Slowly, Negan handed over the bat, smirking down at the young woman as he watched the blush color his cheeks.

“C’mon, spitfire. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

#negan's thirst squad #negan fanfiction #twd fanfiction #negan x ofc #fanfic

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poisondrummag · 8 years ago

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Falls Festival 2015/6 Day 2

Every year I think it can't get any hotter at Falls, I am woken up before 7AM bewildered and horrified by the fact there is literally steam rising from the inside of my tent. Whether it was the unrelenting heat or the bacon and egg sandwiches (that I ate in about 30 seconds flat), we found ourselves with a surprising amount of energy for New Year's Day. We spent the morning dragging our feet around the festival, chatting to hippies and desperately avoiding being suckered into buying (yet another) Sea Shepherd shirt. The sun rose higher and the drinks went down easier and the bands were finally calling. 2016 was calling.

I didn't know what to expect from Seth Sentry. Considering his discography is heavy in hover boards and waitresses at crappy cafes I was skeptical about whether I'd enjoy it or whether I'd find it overly kitschy. Bouncing around the amphitheatre in the overwhelming summer heat, I was enamoured by the Melbourne rapper's early afternoon set. Endearingly immature without being grating, and humorously poignant enough to warm even the most cynical of hearts, he made it easy to ignore the sweat and dirt and just revel in the moment. With a cheeky grin and an easy laugh (on a side note, woah, what a man), it's easy to get lost in his monologues of being young and irresponsible. Closing his set with a raging rendition of 'Hellboy', the crowd climbed to his level and left all we had in the dust bowl the stage had turned into. What a spectacular way to start the new year.

I've had more than a few chances to see RUFUS play in the past 3 years worth of festivals, but there was always another act I wanted to see. I always picked the folkier acts like Vance Joy because hey, I don't really like dance music so surely I wasn't missing much right? After seeing the Sydney group play the late night set on New Year's Day, I have been so happy to be wrong. Pandering to a crowd that was basking in the glow of a beautiful summer night, they kicked off with such force that I was left with no choice but to dance until my lungs burned and my eyes shined bright in the explosive light show. Balancing old favourites with their new choppy tunes, they set the crowd on fire, blazing all the way through to the very back of the crowd, not once giving them a chance to breathe. It was exhausting, and it was glorious.

Ever since they exploded onto the music scene Bloc Party has become synonymous with the word 'party'. Frantic, rocky, and designed to make your blood race, the UK group have had a special place in my heart ever since I was old enough to get a fake ID and dance around the Valley to 'Flux'. Every song they played felt like a celebration, an exaltation, a crowd-wide worship, almost prayer of thanks to the Music Gods for this band. We are one in that moment, all of us joined by the ecstatic music and joy it brings. When they finally kicked into 'Rachet', my brain went into overdrive and I have never felt more out of control of my (very terrible) dancing. What was most satisfying was that Bloc Party gave as good as they got. They celebrated, revelled in the debauchery they incited, they fulfilled and sated the crowd. They gave a little bit of themselves to each and every one of us and we all left a part of ourselves at that stage, in that moment. And it was phenomenal.

Originally written for & published to Aphra Magazine.

#Falls Festival #Bloc Party #RUFUS #Seth Sentry #Festival Review

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 10

Summary: Ugh, Rus must be coming down with something

Note: I am on fire this week, so here is an update for my heat story! Finally!

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Read Chapter 10 on AO3

Read it here!

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The next morning Rus wasn’t so sure the temperature problem was with the thermostat. He woke up to bones that felt gummy with sweat, his joints aching. Even his mattress was damp, the sheets tinged orange and Rus groaned as he struggled free of the covers.

Well, wasn’t this a piss syrup on top of his shit sundae of a month. After everything else that went down, he was getting sick on top of it. Probably all that stress was getting to him and his low HP pretty much guaranteed he took every little germ he ever met home for a visit. Whatever was wrong, it wasn’t bad enough yet to keep him in bed for an extended vacation, so he may as well get up.

The light creeping through the curtains was bright enough to tell him that Blue let him sleep in for once and that only made him feel worse. After bouncing his brother off the front steps yesterday, the least he could do was manage his own sentry duty.

Rus hauled himself off to the shower, letting lukewarm water wash away that uncomfortable stickiness. He wandered back to his room in only a towel without a single scolding or even a good morning, so Blue probably already left for the day. Most of his clothes were balled up in a corner of the room, but there were a couple of clean hoodies hanging in the closet and Rus slipped one on, breathing in the freshness of laundry soap. Normally, he didn’t give much of a shit, but if it was bad enough that Blue bitched at him, it was time to give all his clothes a good scrub.

That could wait for tonight when he was off-duty, and Rus finished dressing to head downstairs. Coffee was on his mind, black as the interior of his skull, and with enough sugar to turn it to slush.

Downstairs, he frowned at the splintered jamb on the kitchen door. He ran a finger over the damaged wood, taking in the gouges left by bone. Damn, his brother must've been losing his shit listening through the door and it wasn't like Rus could blame him. If he'd been on this side listening to Blue whining like he had, there wouldn’t be a door left.

On the table was a covered plate, left by his brother, and Rus lifted the cover to check out what awesome breakfast was waiting for him. Soft-yolk eggs and browned sausages, not quite cooled to the point of being rubbery, and toast dripping with melted honey butter. Tasty goodness and there wasn’t a reason that the sight of it should make his magic lurch with nausea. He dropped the cover with a clatter and turned away, covering his mouth with one hand as he struggled not to puke on his brother’s nice, clean floor. What the fuck, not ten seconds ago breakfast sounded a treat and now…?

Okay, definitely coming down with something.

Coffee still seemed like it was on the table and Rus poured himself a cup, but he kept the sugar to only a couple spoonfuls. It didn’t exactly settle his magic, but he didn’t feel like wrecking his perfectly nice sneakers anymore, so he supposed that was something.

He sipped it gingerly, considering. If he went back to bed, Blue might be irritated at first, but he’d get over it pretty quick once he found out Rus was sick. On the other hand, he didn’t feel that bad, and if Blue thought he was getting a bug, he could look forward to about a week of his bro fussing over him, playing nursemaid and filling him up with clear fluids and sympathy. That was always great when he was sick, not so much when he was feeling better and ready to hit the streets again.

By the time he went for a second cup, he’d made a decision. Try to hit up his sentry station for his shift and if he still felt shit by the end, he’d let Blue in on the fact that they were about to get hit with some germy visitors. That was the plan and he was gonna stick to it.

Probably.

Rus wandered outside and directly into a shortcut, stepping out by the rickety folding chair at his sentry station. He plopped into it, propping up his untied sneakers on the ledge. If there were any Humans thinking of showing up in the Underground, he hoped they’d wait until next week because for today? Rus wasn’t up to meeting any new ‘friends’.

~~*~~

Hot. He was so hot, so fucking hot, and he ached, bone deep ache, a niggling itch that started in his soul and twined down between his legs, begging to be scratched. Not by himself, no, just thinking about jerking off made him cringe. He needed something (someone) something else, he needed, he needed—

“Papy!”

His brother’s indignant cry startled Rus so much he nearly fell out of his chair, wobbling ominously until he caught his balance.

“huh?” Rus said muzzily. He blinked hard, wincing. The artificial light seeming painfully bright this morning. Or maybe more like past noon given his brother’s outraged look. He was about to ask, trying to get past the sticky, clotted mass that was currently his mind, but Blue didn’t stop, ranting on.

“Sleeping on duty, honestly! You didn’t even notice me coming up, how do you expect to catch a Human that way?”

“i don’t…uh…” There was supposed to be a pun of some sort that went there, just to see his brother howl in outrage even as he tried not to laugh. But all his thoughts were gluey, stuck on the fact that he was too damn hot. Rus pushed down his hood, exposing his skull to the chilly Snowdin air. Normally he didn’t exactly mind the cold, but it didn’t usually feel like such a glorious relief. It made him want to yank up his shirt, let all that cold air in to mingle around his ribs, and one of his hands actually twitched towards his shirt hem. He managed to wake up a little more before he got that far to find Blue had fallen silent and was staring at him with some concern.

“Are you all right?” Blue asked finally. The stars of his eye lights faded down into pale circles, rounded and bland.

“yeah, why?” Rus said distractedly. If only it wasn’t so fucking hot—

Blue reached out and Rus felt him swipe a finger down his skull, stared in bewilderment as Blue showed him the streak of orange on his glove’s fingertip. “Because you’re sweating terribly. Are you feeling all right?”

Rus wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that one. With his hood down, he felt a little better, that constricting fever easing up a little. He didn’t feel bad, he felt weird, fuck, wasn’t that just his luck? Probably catching the Spotted Monster flu or something.

“yeah,” Rus said slowly, still not sure if it was the truth. “i…think so? i was having a weird dream, maybe i didn’t sleep so good last night.”

“Why don’t you head home?” Blue said, with unexpected gentleness. “Do you want me to go with you?” He started to help Rus up and paused, a fleeting expression of disgust crossing his face. "Papy," Blue said exasperatedly, “did you put on the same sweatshirt as before?"

"no," Rus said, frowning. Yeah, most’ve his sweatshirts looked about the same, but he was sure he hadn’t. "got this one fresh from the closet."

"Maybe they weren't quite dry when I hung them up?" Blue waved a hand in front of his face. "I've never smelled such awful mildew, you can't smell that?"

Rus pulled up the front of his sweatshirt and gave it a good whiff. Soap, maybe a hint of sweetness from his sweat. Not mildew, though, or whatever Blue thought it was. “smells fine to me.”

“Well, that’s proof right there that you’re ill, brother,” Blue said dryly. “Go home and take a proper nap.”

“thanks, bro,” Rus said gratefully. Yeah, he was about ready for whatever coddling Blue felt like handing over. Before he headed out, he looped an arm around Blue and hauled him in for a hug, ignoring his groaning protests because hello, big brother privilege was higher than any stank out there.

He didn’t linger long, not with official permission to nap granted. Rus shortcutted home, to his porch rather than into his bedroom so he could kick off his shoes at the door.

The urge to strip off his sweatshirt and roll around in the snow was almost irresistible, but probably would get him a few looks from the folks in town. He settled for yanking it over his head in the living room and carrying it, the sleeves trailing behind him on the ground as he trudged upstairs to flop on his mattress, barely taking the time to toe off his socks.

A nap would help whatever damn fever was cropping up. He hoped.

~~*~~

When he woke again, Rus felt a little better. The sheets were still damp with sweat but the urge to roll around in the snow like a weird puppy had let up. Through the window, the artificial light was showing dimmer and soft, close to ‘dusk’.

A pleasant smell got Rus sniffing and on his desk was a food tray and a note from his brother.

Didn’t want to wake you, training with Alphys. Eat up and get more sleep, early duty in the morning!

It made Rus smile. Like he was fooled at all by that, if Blue thought he was even a tiny bit sick, he’d be tucked right beneath the blankets again faster than you could say ‘spaghetti aficionado’.

But Rus didn’t think it was gonna be a problem. Already he was hungry, ravenous even, and he scarfed down steaming soup hidden beneath the tray eagerly, practically tasting the loving care with which it was made.

When his magic was finished incorporating it, a different urge struck him and damn if Rus wasn’t ready for a drink at Muffet’s. Maybe something more, the fake night was young, and it’d been a long time since Rus had gotten laid. If you didn’t count weird outliers and Rus stuffed that thought firmly back. Willingly laid, thanks, and after he left a note for his bro, he headed out.

At this time of night, Muffet’s was loaded with regulars, most of them already a couple of drinks in. They called to him, waving and cheering, and Rus handed ‘em back a few of the stock puns he kept handy for just such an occasion, until everyone was laughing. Muffet gave him a smile as Rus walked up to his normal barstool, but it faded into concern as she got a good look at him. She set down the glass she was drying and walked over.

“Are you feeling all right?” she asked in that soft, flute-like voice of hers. “You look a little pale.”

“think so? sweetheart, all my mixed feelings need is a mixed drink, ” Rus gave her a winsome smile, “think you can scrounge me up something on my tab?”

All of her eyes rolled as one, but she was smiling as she poured him out a drink. Honey whisky and water, perfect, and Rus took a sip, spinning on his stool to take in the night’s offerings.

There. A group of some of the other sentries were sitting at a table. One of them towered over the others, even sitting. Pete, from the Bun clan, his long, velvety ears starting to droop from their normal ramrod straight point as he drank. Rus nursed his drink, savoring the sweet-smokiness as he watched Pete moving, the muscles rippling beneath his fur as he gestured. Yeah, Pete was usually up for a good time and he was strong enough to be a hellava fuck. He’d been one of Rus’s regulars back in the day, before he’d met the other skellies and his pussy train got derailed.

Welp, the way he felt right now, he was ready to choo choo his way back onto the track.

Rus tossed back the rest of his drink and slid back to his feet, wandering over to the group. There was nothing seductive about it, didn’t need to be. Rus had a reputation for being a pretty damn good time and he could feel several sets of eyes on him, weighing their chances. But there was only one he was interested in.

“Hey, Papyrus,” Pete said, and Rus didn’t miss the restrained hopefulness in it. Oh, yeah, this was cake and pie.

“hey, pete, wanna take a walk?”

His chair scraped as Pete shoved it back, practically stumbling to his feet, a rare Monster who actually towered over Rus’s impressive height. The grin that spread over his face was lascivious, eager. For about a minute. Then it faltered into a frown as he sniffed, loudly and obviously. “You smell kinda funny.”

Rus groaned. Fuck, was he cursed by some vengeful reverse-washu? “you’re the second person to say that to me today.” He made a show of sniffing his non-existent armpits. “i don’t smell anything. i took a shower, my clothes are clean, guess my normal sauce took a turn.”

“It ain’t exactly bad.” Pete leaned in closer, smirking, and he hooked a thick finger at the hem of Rus’s sweatshirt, lifting it just enough to graze over his hip bone. Oh, fuck yes. Big hands, big dick, and maybe it was a myth, but Rus’d put it to the test and found the theory proved in Pete. He was leaning in close, his beer-scented breath gusting over Rus’s face. They were about to put on a show if he got much closer and Rus was already tipping his head up, ready for a little PDA before getting down to business. Pete murmuring, “We could head back to my place if you want. Or out back, if you don’t, I—”

Rus could only blink in surprise when instead of getting a hard kiss, a strange expression crossed Pete’s face and he leaned away. “You know what, I’m gonna have to beg off tonight, Papyrus. Maybe another time.”

“sure,” Rus said, slowly, confused. Even weirder, instead of sitting back down, Pete tossed back the rest of his drink and actually left, what the fuck?

Okay, that wasn’t fucking weird or anything.

The rest of the table looked as confused as him, but their expressions changed to hopeful delight as Rus said, “guess this seat is empty, mind if i join you?”

None of them did and Rus was two free drinks in by the time another Monster left, wearing the same expression of confused dismay as Pete, then another. All too quickly, Rus was sitting at an empty table surrounded by half-filled glasses, wondering what the actual fuck was going on.

Turned out, it wasn’t just the sentries. Rus gave it another shot, another, and every person he approached was one he’d fucked at least one other time, even if it was nothing more than a blowjob in the alley behind Muffet’s, Rus on his knees, pantlegs drenched in the snow while he let his mind drift, all his thoughts blissfully silent while whoever it was fucked his mouth for all they were worth.

And every one of them turned him down, turned away with that same expression. His increasing desperation probably wasn’t much of a turn-on, either, the heat of the bar was starting to get to him. His sweatshirt was living up to its name by drenching in it, the fabric darkened with the wet magic dripping from his bones. He finally took it off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He’d get it later, drag it home and toss it in the wash with the rest of his damn stanky clothes, but for now the empty bar was so hot and muggy, it was unbearable.

Rus sank unsteadily back down on his barstool, nearly toppling off to the floor. He caught his balance at the last minute, clinging to the bartop and wondering vaguely if he’d drank more than he thought as he slurred out, “hey, muff. how about i hang out a little while after closing?”

Muffet’s pretty face, normally so pleased to see him, was creased with frowning concern, “Papyrus, you should go home.”

That was the last straw, his soul pulsed, frantic and hurt and he was not used to being turned down. He and Muffet had an understanding, neither of them looking for anything serious. They traded gossip and sex and illicit goods, and it was a great deal, one of the best Rus ever made, so why--?

“wha…?” Rus shook his head, baffled. “seriously? haven’t i always shown you a good time?”

“Always.” She seemed a little confused herself, that same baffled dismay he’d been seeing all night. “I’m sorry, Papyrus, I’m just not in the mood. Maybe another time?”

He nodded and his head felt swollen and too heavy for the slender bones of his cervical vertebrae. Rus slid off the stool and stumbled out the door. The icy wind chilled him instantly, blowing through the feeble protection of his tank top and he stood for a long moment, basking in that blissful cold before starting to trudge his way home.

The entire fucking town of Snowdin wasn’t ‘in the mood’ and to add insult to injury, he saw two of the sentries who’d ditched him necking in the alleyway. He wasn’t so much of a pervert that he stayed to watch, but it sent a wild pulse through him right at crotch level. Rus kept walking, resisting the temptation to collapse into the snow, so fucking hot—hot.

Heat.

Rus stopped, standing so still that snow began to pile up on his bones. He was every kind of idiot he’d ever been called, idiot, moron, such a fucking fool.

“no,” Rus whimpered to no one at all, maybe to himself. No, no, no, Edge told him his body was his own, he’d told him he didn’t care if he fucked around. Of course he fucking had, he never mentioned that no one else would want him! The growing ache in his pelvis twined itself around the ungodly heat throbbing in his soul, mingled with the bewildered hurt of being turned down again and again. People fucking liked him, okay, liked fucking him, but this wasn’t about them, it was about the shitty heat.

Heat, he was so hot and he needed…he needed…he couldn’t fucking think. He needed to head home, that was it, home. Home? No, home wasn’t it. There was someplace else he needed to go. He started walking again, letting his feet carry him because they seemed to know the right direction. Through a door, downstairs, and he managed to focus blearily on the keypad long enough to punch in a number.

By the time he stepped through the portal, it was like he was walking in a fog of need, but he had just enough presence of mind to take a shortcut. The soothing cold vanished as he stepped out into a darkened room, there was nothing but the burning in his soul. Here, yes, this was where he needed to be.

“What are you doing here?” He almost didn’t understand the words. Not angry, only startled, and Rus jerked up his skull to look into crimson eyelights, set in a face that he knew and the flame in his soul became an inferno.

That was what he needed.

He reached out, a sob strangling in his throat. Tripped over his own stupid feet, but strong arms caught him before he could hit the floor. Rus tried to talk, to beg, plead for something, but the words strangled off before they could leave his mouth.

Distantly, he heard a low murmur next to his skull, blissfully soothing, “Shhh, I have you. I have you. It’s all right, I’m here.”

His soul yearned towards that voice and so did Rus, turning towards it to bury his face against a bony sternum and the sudden urge to sink his teeth into it, to bite, to mark, was impossible to resist. He heard a groan as he sank his teeth in, hard, tasting the hot, salty blurt of marrow as the bone parted. Breath hissing above his head, but there was no struggle, no protests. Hands held him in close, petting his skull, his back, anywhere they could reach.

This, this was what he needed, and when he lifted his head, still tasting hot marrow and blindly searching, a mouth descended on his, and Rus was lost.

~~*~~

TBC

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #biting off more than you can chew #please read the warnings

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