#{ heya! this is fine! and i feel ya! do you think that this would be their first meeting or maybe they end up teaming up at some point or

[imagineanime2022]

They Find Comfort In Your Demon Form

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphegor X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heya! I'm coming from where you posted the finding comfort in the demon brothers nonhuman forms. Do you think you could do that but in reverse, as in the MC is a demon and they pull at their own horns/tail/wings? The bros are still demons but the mc is a new demon like in nightbringer. That or can I request a part two with the dateables. Mainly Dia I luv him so much

Warning: Stress, Anxiety, disliking body image (Asmo), feeling of not belonging.

Lucifer

📚 You had seen him looking at your wings, they were large and laid out behind you, they were pitch black and technically matched his. 📚 They almost seemed like they had a metallic shine to them, he was fascinated by them but he never dared touch them. 📚 Diavolo had ordered you to help Lucifer and his brothers settle in so you became closer with him as you helped keep his brothers out of trouble. 📚 Lucifer was never going to ask you if he can touch your wings, so if the offer is there, then you are going to need to actually offer it to him. Once he touched them the first time, you’d find that he subtly brush his hand against them if he was overwhelmed by or straight pissed about something to stop himself from lashing out at someone.

You had just finished talking Lucifer through some of the documents that Diavolohad sent over, you reached back stretching your arms over you head, you wings stretched to full length behind you as well, the rainbow shine running down them as they moved in the light “any particular reason that you keep staring?” You asked. “Your wings… They’re big for a demon?” He asked. “Yes. They made me a target” You nodded. “When I was younger, I used to trip over them all the time, the weight of them would cause me to topple over and I wished that I could get rid of them.” “What changed your mind?” He asked. “When I was big enough to use them.” You smiled “I remember flying above Devildom for the first time, watching the city light below me, I can fly far and fast.” “I assume that was how you got your job as the royal errand runner?” He asked. “And landed this job, I’m probably the only demon down here that can get a message back to the castle before any one of you causes real trouble. “So are you going to touch them or just keep staring?” “T-touch them?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered with a slow nod and a large playful smile. You reached out, taking his gloved hand and gently slipping off the glove and guiding it back to the wings that rested behind you. “They’re soft.” He mumbled softly, he left out comforting thought it was in the list of descriptive he’d use. “I’m sure yours are too.” You said softly as you pointed at his wings, they flexed as if agreeing with you and you giggled softly. “Maybe one day I’ll get to test my theory.”

Mammon

💳 Mammon never meant for it to become a habit but you were there all the time and because you were slightly shorter than him, when something startled him he grabbed the closest thing and that happened to be his horns. 💳 You didn’t even really notice that it happened until he started to mess with them when he talked about some punishment from Lucifer. 💳 It took some time to realise that it was a comfort thing but when it started happening in his sleep. 💳 You had never thought of your demon form as comforting but if it helped him then who were you to complain.

You watched as Mammon threw his bag somewhere in his room while you put yours neatly to the side “are you okay?” You asked. “Mhm ya fine.” He answered falling face first on the bed, you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “You want to try and actually be convincing?” You asked as you crawled up the bed until you were lying facing him. “Mm.” He hummed a noise before turning his face so that he could see you. “What’s going on?” You asked. “Nothin’” He answered. “Got something to do with Lucifer?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed. “Right, well you obviously don’t want to talk about so how about this instead?” You reached down and grabbed his hand moving it up to your head, where he started to trace the rivets and patterns on your horns. “He yelled at me again, apparently I’m supposed to stop all ma brothers from doin’ whatever they want.” He grumbled as his fingers moved down to the bottom of your horns when he played with your hair for a second before going back to your horns pressing your fingers against the points. “You and your brothers are pretty uncontrollable.” You nodded and he looked at you, you smiled as you reached over and took his glasses off his face, folded them and put them on the side table behind you. “Whatcha mean ‘m uncontrollable.” He glared at you. “You tried to dognap Cerberus.” You reminded him and he grumbled before starting to laugh, his hand resting heavy on your head. “Feel better?” “Yeah I guess so,” He answered.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi had spent most of his time in his room but in order to earn his trust you brought him never figurines and Ruri comics. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm and that you didn’t judge him. 🎮 One night he invited you to watch a movie with him, you brought some popcorn and settled on the new sofa in his room. He didn’t realise that he was doing it but his tail stretched out behind him and slowly started to wrap around yours. 🎮 You tested the occurrence when you were next with him and found that it happened again at a meeting with his brothers particularly when all attention was on him. 🎮 Mammon is likely the one that points it out, Levi gets flustered and runs away and you have to chase after him to explain that it wasn’t a problem.

You knew where he had gone but you went to grab the gift that you had brought him before heading to his room, you knocked on the door “Go away!” Levi yelled through to door and you sighed. “Levi, can we talk?” You asked. “Why would you want to talk to me?” He asked. “Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you?” You asked, you weren’t expecting the door to open so you jumped slightly when he appeared in front of you. “Are you here to make fun of me?” He asked. “Make fun of you?” You frowned “do they do that a lot?” “Some of them.” He mumbled. “Well I’m here with a peace offering.” You pushed the limited edition figurine that he had been talking about for weeks into his hand. “How did you get this!?” He asked. “I have my ways.” You winked as your tail reached out to tap his. “What happened earlier…” His cheeks turned red at the mention of what happened “don’t worry about it, I’m not bothered by it.” “I’m sorry it's just…” He looked around before pulling you into the room and closing the door he pressed his hands either side of your body resting his forehead on your shoulder as he powered through the sentence. “It helps when I feel less anxious.” “It does?” You asked. “Y-yeah.” He answered nodding so you lifted your hand to run through his hair. “Then do it as much as you want.” You said softly. “I want you to feel comfortable and if that helps then I’m happy to help.” It was then that you felt him tense, he must have realised the position that you were in but you were quick to distract him. “How about we watch that show that you were telling me about?” He stood straightening himself immediately, it was easy to forget how tall he was considering he was always slouching, he pulled you towards the couch getting everything that you needed for the viewing party and finally when he sat down his tail wrapped around yours the way that it always had.

Satan

🐈 Satan was angry all the time and he felt like he could destroy anything but you never seemed to be afraid of him. 🐈 His tail was his most dangerous weapon, he lashed out with it constantly, he destroyed furniture and hurt other demons but he couldn’t hurt you. 🐈 He didn’t understand what happened the first time but after a few attacks he realised that your skin hardened where there were demon marks. 🐈 The fascination started when he touched your skin for the first time when you weren’t protecting yourself, it felt like velvet, it was so soft a stark contrast from what you had shown him before.

You and Satan had become rather close, you were the only one that seemed to be able to say more than 2 words to him without making him unbelievably angry. Today however Lucifer seemed intent on his lecture at the dinner table. Your hand rested on the arm of your chair, you could see Satan’s hands balling up so you reached over gently linking your hands, his longer fingers resting against the mark on the back of your hand. “Relax, ignore him.” You said and his grip tightened around your hand, you hardened the skin where he was pushing the most pressure and he seemed to stop for a second. “I didn’t know that you could do that?” He asked. “Huh?” You asked, looking at him. “With your skin.” He mumbled. “Oh well you seemed to like it when it was soft so I didn’t want to harden all of it but, you are super strong.” You informed him “your nails are sharp too.” “Oh sorry.” He attempted to let go but you tighten your grip. “No it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt like this.” You promised.

Later that evening you were in the library with Satan and he sat with a book in hand, you were sitting next to him reading through some texts from Diavolo, you jumped when you felt him touch the skin of your hand again he made it seem like he didn’t even know what he was doing “you know you can just touch it, you don’t have to act like it was an accident.” You said. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “How about this… when you feel angry you come find me instead, I can withstand whatever and you get to touch the safety blanket.” You shrugged. “The safety blanket?” He asked and you looked at him and held up your hands. “But for now we can pretend that nothing is happening.” You suggested lifting your legs and laying them over his lap. “Do you have those patches on your legs too?” He asked. “What do you want to know?” You asked, he narrowed his eyes before pinching at the kin that covered your shin. You giggled “only time will tell.”

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo had always been proud of his body and while his body hadn’t changed on a base level there were differences. 💅 You noticed the way that he looked at himself, he seemed lost like he didn’t know how to navigate something that was his, afraid to touch it for fear of ruining something, you hated it. 💅 Asmo would often sit and trace the demon marks on your body, and tell you how much he loved them, how different they were from anything else that he had seen before 💅 So you vowed to help him see his body the way that he saw yours, as a work of art.

You sat in front of Asmo on his bed, you twisted your head as you looked at him “what?” He asked. “Do you not like your new demon form?” You asked. “I don’t dislike it.” He answered he took your hand tracing the mark that started on your wrist and snaked up your arm. “But?” He asked. “I never thought that I would have a demon form, I don’t know how to be a demon, how to act, what to wear.” He explained, you had both somehow moved closer in the time that you were talking and he was now tracing the marks on your shoulder. “Is that the only thing that bothers you?” You asked. “Mmm.” He answered with a hum. “So what you're saying is we need to go on a shopping trip and see what demon clothes make you feel good?” You asked as his hand moved down to yours and linked your fingers, he seemed hesitant to agree and you looked at him and smiled “trust me let me show you.”

The next day you both headed out to look for some new clothes for Asmo, your attention drawn to a white jacket you smiled as you pulled him over, he was still tracing the shapes on your skin even if he couldn’t see them. “What do you think about this?” You asked as you held it out to him, his eyes seemed to move over the jacket before looking around the store, it seemed like he was building an outfit in his head, you smiled as he walked over to a rack where there was a pink shirt and then another where there was a pair of burgundy skinny jeans. “Try it on.” “You think?” He asked. “Trust yourself.” You winked, he walked into the changing room and when he finally came back out you walked towards him “I think you look pretty good.” He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.” He said softly. “Just trust and look after yourself, you're the avatar of lust, you are built to know what is best, never doubt your instincts.” You winked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel didn’t want to worry anyone, he knew the adjustment was going to be difficult but he didn’t realise how much, the hunger that he felt was so intense and it seemed like nothing he did relieved him of it. 🍔 You never seemed afraid of him when he talked about how hungry he was, you’d sit in front of him between his legs, usually facing out into the room. It was subconscious at first he played with your hair around your horns but when the hunger got really bad he’d squeeze, you never complained in fact it was like it never happened. 🍔 One day he asked you about it and you told him that you didn’t actually feel pain in your horns so the only thing he had to be careful of was breaking them but he had never been close to doing that. 🍔 It became the tell for you when he needed food, if you were around his hands would find your horns and rest there, tracing them until the hunger died down.

Lucifer had called some kind of house meeting so all the brothers were gathered in the living room, Beel had sat on the sofa with you in front of him where you always were, it was subtle at first his fingers started running through your hair as you both listened to whatever Lucifer was saying, Belphie glanced over at you both as Beel’s hands moved towards your horns, he saw that you reached into your pocket Belphie tensed but then you produced a large packet of gummies and passed them up to Beel, who made a happy sound of compliance as he opened the packet and started eating, his free hand running over your horns pressing against the point before running back down, he gently pressed on your horns causing your head to fall back on his thigh, he put one of the gummies on your tongue and smiled whispering a small thank you.

After the meeting Belphie was the one to stop you, you smiled as he fell in step with you and Beel heading towards the kitchen “what was that in the room?” Belphie asked. “What?” Beel asked, Belphie raised an eyebrow and you smiled. “Beel plays with my horns when he is hungry.” You said, “I don’t know what started it.” “Beel?” Belphie asked as he looked at his older brother. “Well, everyone always looked scared of me when I said I was hungry, you know… It kinda scared me too. One day when I was hungry (Y/N) was here and she didn’t run away, I don’t know, I didn’t mean to touch them but you never flinched and then you said that it didn’t hurt, they were sturdy and helped me to forget about being hungry for a while.” He explained, you smiled at him as you linked your hands. “Don’t try to forget about it, promise me you’ll just tell me, even if you just play with my horns, then we can get you something to eat okay?” You asked. “I’ll always have something for you, I promise.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You confirmed as you handed him a chocolate bar that you had in your pocket. “Woah… I can have that?” He asked. “Course.” You nodded as he took it, opening it and mumbling a thank you just before he stuffed the treat into his mouth. Belphie didn’t say anything but he hoped that you never left his brother because he’d need you for the rest of his demonic life.

Belphegor

💤 Belphegor literally had no idea what he was doing because it always happened when he passed out like a narcoleptic. 💤 No matter if he fell asleep before you appeared or right next to you, he found your wings and used them as a pillow. 💤 His new ability to walk dreams caused him restless sleep especially when he was around people he didn’t know but for some reason when his hands twisted into wings he managed to properly rest. 💤 You never mentioned it, so you had no idea if he knew that he was doing it but you didn’t want to risk it stopping if it helped him sleep.

You walked into the library after looking for somewhere quiet to finish off the work that you had to do for school, you assumed that they were all avoiding the room because Belphie was sleeping in there, you sat on the sofa careful not to wake him and you got comfortable with everything that you needed. You were about an hour in before he started tossing and turning, you looked down at him before casting your eyes around the library and noted that there were a couple of people that had fallen asleep over open essays and research papers, you were sure that they were probably having stress dreams of some kind, you looked back over at Belphie and stretched your wing out to cover him both shielding him from the light and the sleeping demons, his he and reaching up instinctively taking hold of the feathers and settling again. “You're the only person that can do that.” You jumped as you looked over at Beel who must have come looking for his brother. “I’m not doing anything.” You shrugged and he looked at you both. “He feels safe with you, he’s probably never going to admit that but I’ve seen him looking for you when he’s awake, you know he just needs to know that you're there.” “Surely, you make him feel the same way.” You said as he shrugged. “Kind of, it’s different with you though.” Beel informed you. “You think?” You asked as you looked over at Belphie who had somehow gotten closer to you on the beanbags. “Mm.” Beel hummed. “Well I promise that for as long as I can be here with you and your brothers I will be whatever he needs me to be.” You said as you reached into your bag throwing him a small pack of biscuits “get to practise I’ll keep an eye on him and we’ll meet you once practice is done.” “Alright see you then.” He got up and headed off. “Finally.” Belphie muttered and you glanced down at his slightly opened eyes. “Go back to sleep, we've got a couple of hours before we have to leave.” You said and sighed snuggling into your thigh and carefully guiding you wing to cover him.

Request Here!!

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Heyy !!

I just wanted to request if you could write something about Naoya punishing us🤭😭 you can choose why he’s punishing us cuz I don’t have any ideas ;)

And like I was rereading some chapters of your fic with Naoya and omg like , your writing is really good I literally felt in a romance book , the way you wrote each character is amazing too and I just really appreciate your work I hope you will keep writing it 😭

Heya anon!!

Of course!!! I actually had to think a bit as to how he'd punish us... or more like how I would write it, since these are two things I'm not really that experienced with yet (Naoya is always rough, I mean, when does it become a punishment? or so that's my perception lol)

But I eventually settled with something I wanted to try :) I feel like Naoya would really love doing something like this when he's not that involved with you (He's busy lmao)

Anyways, here are the warnings: slight exhibitionism? One of Naoya's brother's got very unlucky. Use of vibrators, plugs, or so. kind of dub-con if you think about it, Naoya is also a manipulator, you're an enabler. Minors DNI!!!

Now, without further a do, happy reading!

“Y/N, are you…  alright?” After much debate, a member of your staff member, Mariya, says after silently observing the rising fluster of your cheeks or the slightest hesitation in your usually nimble hands.

“Ye—yeah.” You murmur, taking breath and exhaling. “I’m just overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Oh, are you sure you don��t want to take a break?” she suggests, which you deny almost immediately by shaking your head.

“No, I just—I’ll be fine.” You insist, and Mariya begrudgingly lets you continue, attempting her best to move past her concern and focus on her duties.

But when she sees you struggle on the simplest of tasks yet again, she’s quickly reminded that more than helping you complete your duties, she’s there to ensure your well-being; so, after relegating part of your responsibilities to nearby staff, and essentially forcing you to accept this change, Mariya leads you onto your bedroom, intending to let you rest and recover—

Until bumping onto Naoya on the way there, who after taking a quick glance at your dismayed appearance, immediately relieves Mariya of her obligations and takes you to the bedroom himself.

A gesture she takes with great elation, glad that your husband had always been attentive to you—no doubt in her mind that you’re in much better hands now…

If only he weren’t the reason behind your ailment.

“So much for holding decorum, my love…” he says upon firmly closing the door behind him. A tone so threatening, you quickly turn around to face him and spew out your defense.

“Naoya—I wasn’t—Mariya didn’t—” you gasp.

“No, I get it.” He says. “She’s your friend, your loyal companion, someone that gives you security. Were you intending to gang up on me with her, perhaps? Use her to avoid the inevitable?”

“What? N—no…!” you fretted, he closes the distance between the two. “Nao—ya—”

“On the futon—now.”

You obey immediately, making your way over to the futon and taking a seat just by the edge, fingers fidgeting amongst with other before mustering enough courage to glance up to him, flinching when seeing the smirk on his face, the indication his following acts would be nothing but etched with dark intentions—

Something you were nothing but fearful, and unprepared to face.

“You know what you ought to be doing, princess” Naoya says as he walks over to you. You try your best to move away from him, far and safe from his retribution…

But too deep into your own terror, all you could do instead is whimper as you remained there, anxiously taking in the scrutinizing way his eyes scan your body.

If he noticed the result of such struggle, he did not say. Yet, it wouldn’t take much to guess that your reaction, far from offending him, would only excite him.

“Don’t act all innocent now, it’s unbefitting of a whore like you.” He frowns. “Do not make me repeat myself.’

Pushing through the fear and embarrassment your following actions were to provide, your hands carefully grip the edges of your kimono skirt and lift it, effectively revealing the culprit behind your shaky morning, a sight that makes Naoya’s satisfaction grow, kneeling to your level so he could get a better look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in—

All because you were a needy princess for attention.

Filling your cunt, was a vibrator that had been diligently working the moment Naoya placed it within you early in the morning—faithfully keeping you company throughout your various duties while he cruelly played with its settings from afar.

He’d either give you a false sense of comfort by lowering the vibrations, almost undetectable, enough to allow your mind to dwell onto other matters… before reminding you of your naivety by rising it to the maximum and forcing you onto disconcerting consequences.

There was no way Naoya knew where you were, or whom you were with when alternating between settings, but you wouldn’t put it beneath him to have found a way to do so—specially with what happened earlier: to the moment you were pushed dangerously close to the edge, a simple matter of enduring few more seconds of stimulation before coming undone—

And right before one of his brothers, the most innocent of all: Naofumi.

At that, you couldn’t help but suspect Naoya knew what you were doing all along, carefully planning the moment where Naofumi would naturally worry if you were ok, if you’ve perhaps been struck with an unprecedented sickness, and if there was something he could do to help you…

Before finally placing the pieces together the longer your heavy breathing went on, as the color in your cheeks deepened.

Once evident, Naofumi quickly excused himself and sprinted past the door, into the hallways and away from the scaring image of his sister-in-law having an orgasm right before him.

Oh, Naoya would’ve undoubtedly killed to see something like that.

But for now, he supposes he’ll do with what he has now.

“Fits you quite well, doesn’t it?” he says, fingers teasingly sliding across the edge of your lips, giving them a light pull and getting a better view of its lovely pink color, before licking his lips at the way your bud twitches, eventually refocusing on the other equally cruel part of this intricate arrangement:

A nicely fitting plug placed in your ass, capable of stimulating your greedy rim through various vibrations, yet decorated with a beautiful shiny pink jewel—because a desperate princess like you still deserved only the nicest.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to satisfy your needy holes, but of course, my beautiful wife can never disappoint.”

Unless, of course, when you did.

“Naoya—” you whine, invertedly pushing your hips into his touch, crying when he pulls away. “Naoya please—”

“Are you serious?” He laughs, as if he couldn’t find your behavior any more amusing. “Didn’t you have enough today? You still want more?”

“I want—I want you—” you breathe, trying to rub your legs together, his hands stop you.

“Of course you do, slut.” Naoya spats. “Can’t get enough of that can you? It’s how you got into this situation, after all—because like the desperate whore you are, you always have to be looking for someone to fuck you.”

“No— No Naoya.” You frantically shake your head, before trying your best to reach for him—Naoya pushes you back. “I only want you!”

“That’s not what it looked like that day.” He growls, releasing his grasp over you, soon hearing his pants unfastening—the sight and sound sends a jolt of heat towards your cunt, making you clench in eagerness. “Don’t lie to me!”

“I would never—ah!” Naoya shuts you by landing his hand against your cunt, a loud slap and a stinging aftermath leaving you to ponder on your supposed lies. “I could never—I could never do that! —I love—”

But your words weren’t ones he could consider truthful anymore, not when he’d seen the evidence with his own two eyes:

The infuriating image of you gleefully laughing alongside his brother, the most insufferable of all, Naoaki, when he’s told you countless times to keep the fuck away from him.

Sure, he could admit knowing you were only being amicable for his sake, upkeeping your reputation as respectable lady of the house and honoring all that Naoya has worked for—but it still angered him, in such way many wouldn’t be able to comprehend, not even in the slightest, because just as he knew you, he also knew his brothers.

Saw right through their envious intentions, their jealous, lustful motivations.

Which only fueled him to let everyone know you were his.

That he’s the one you married, the one he’s claiming every single night, filling with his seed, chanting his name like it was some kind of prayer, and soon—carrying his child.

Seems a reminder is long overdue. And what better way to do so than continuously putting you through a state his foolish brothers could only dream of achieving…

But to Naoya, all he had to do was ask.

“I love you” you whimper when he pulls out the vibrator from your cunt, swiftly and without warning, leaving you empty, yet eager, for you wholeheartedly expected this agonizing void to be replaced by his intoxicating warmth…

You’d get it, of course, but not the way you anticipated, nor wanted—for Naoya would tell you that in order to obtain what you desired, you’d have to convince him you’re worthy of his cock, the pleasure you’ve been agonizingly longing for, even when overstimulated—

And like the ever-dutiful wife, you’d oblige, taking his member into your mouth and eagerly bobbing your head up and down his shaft, doing your best to show just how much you loved the entirety of him—from the tip of his head, to the prominent vein on the underside… there’s nothing more blissful than to be filled to the brim with his hardness and seed.

When feeling him close to his release, through the familiar sound of his shaky voice, tightly shut eyes as his head is thrown to the back, while heavily grunting just how good you’re making him feel, you tried to pull away from him, make him reconsider finishing inside your cunt instead.

But once more, you weren’t to receive such blessings—not when you had yet to comply with the cruel requirements of said punishment—so instead, Naoya simply pulls you back to his cock, nose against his pelvis as he does one, two, three more thrusts before emptying his seed into your mouth.

You moan at the warm strings flooding your throat, hands tightly clenching at his legs as you do your best to fight against the choking sensation his intruding member forced onto you—but as difficult this task was, your mind could only focus on the fire underneath, and the desolation you were dying to ease—

“N—No, Naoya…!” you’d cry when realizing that the only time he’d touch your cunt was to fill you with his seed but void of the pleasure he’d always given you when doing so. Instead, relegated solely to preserve his future heirs, safely guarded deep into tight walls and sealed with the same vibrator as before, to ensure nothing goes to waste. “It’s not—It’s not fair!”

A cry that makes him smirk, before his face turns sour at seeing your hands reach for your bud, undoubtedly seeking release through your own merits, him quickly peeling it away.

“If you touch yourself one more time—I’ll have you walk naked around the estate!”

There’s sincerity behind his tone, all the intentions of keeping his words if you fail once more, clear in his eyes.

And thus, without putting up a fight, you sorrowfully accept his condition, tears in your eyes as you’re bound to face another hour yet again without coming undone through the care and warmth of your husband.

Though Naoya would remind you that his actions aren’t of a cruel man, but rather, of fair one, by pressing a kiss on your cheeks, lips wiping away your tears as he sweetly reassures you…

“Just don’t do it next time, ok?” Naoya coos as he places a soft peck onto your lips, you continue quietly sobbing. “You know how I feel when you talk to my brothers… do you really want it to be like this, always?”

You shake your head.

No, of course not. You’d rather die than make your husband upset.

“Then be a good girl and do as I say.” Naoya carefully grabs your face, making you turn to him—watery eyes looking up to his surprisingly soft, promising ones. “Can you do that? Can the future mother of my children obey me?”

At the promise of becoming the mother to his heirs, your heart flutters, a soft smile appearing on your lips before eagerly revealing your response.

“Yes.”

A guarantee that would briefly provide a glimpse of your undying loyalty towards him, willing to do not only that, but more—from keeping your hands away from your burning cunt, eyes stray of all men but him, to eagerly taking his seed and only his seed, preparing for the day you’d announce you were with child…

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for Naoya. Happy to accept your punishments for actions you weren’t even aware of…

As long as you had his love.

I was actually upset that I didn't write y/n wearing a vibrator/plug on this oneshot over here, like, commit to it, you know?! That would've sent Naoya over the edge waaay earlier.

Also, thank you so much for your lovely words!! I'm so glad you're liking my fic so far :') It's always such an honor... and I've long promised myself that even if it took me a while, I will finish it!! I have to... I owe it to myself and y'all....

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! :> I hope it was worth the wait! I got to write something I wanted to try out... hehe. Totally worth it.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon ❤️

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Heya! Would you be willing to write headcanons for a fem vampire demon who’s tasked with being a security guard for the hotel for Charlie? I don’t really mind who all the headcanons are like, for? But I hope this seems like a fun ask and that it isn’t confusing or complicated!

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SM, the headcanons are just for the main hotel residents hope that’s okay!!

Alastor: he is a bit, at first offended, I mean he is the one who is protecting the hotel is he not? Oh but then, then he finds out you’re a vampire, someone who also has a taste for blood? Why didn’t you say so!! He’d be so happy and feel like he could finally sit down and have a good meal with you!

Angel: He thinks it’s a good idea to get more fire power, I mean Al is good an all, but he always leaves to go do other things, so having 24/7 help? Amazing! He’d offer you a drink, and really wanna be your friend, when he finds out your a vamp, he just asks if you like red wine better, and would 100% ask you if you have a favorite blood type.

Husk: he’s honestly indifferent. Cool, new security I guess, same with the whole vampire thing. He will ask, if you need anything special or specific to drink so you don’t go hungry.

Charlie: ah the one who hired you! She thought it would be swell to have a new member of the team! She asks if maybe it’s possible for you to use blood substitutes, but when you tell her no since ya know you need it to stay alive, she understands and doesn’t bring it up further

Nifty: Oh wow!! ANOTHER GIRL!!! she’d giggle and try and climb you, she’ll also ask you to help her with the bugs, when she finds out your a vampire, she thinks it cool, and asks if you bite people too.

Vaggie: she was told before you started that you were a vampire, she wasn’t rude just kinda kept her distance, she warmed up to you when she saw you fight, you train together sometimes now!

Sir pentious: as soon as he sees you, he salutes due to thinking you’re a soldier, and wanting to show you respect, he asks if you want to duel and when you do you kick his ass, he’s a little butt hurt about it but otherwise, he thinks you’re perfectly fine once he finds out your vampire, he thinks that’s super interesting and tries to ask you about it!

Hope this is okay! Enjoy the heacanons!

[moonswolfie]

Capricious feelings

Atsumu x gn!reader

(this could be read as pre or post timeskip tsumu so have fun with it 💙)

I am back on my "haikyuu fics based off vocaloid songs" grind after the first one was moderately successful, so I bring you:

Kimagure Mercy and Atsumu except the ending is good because i am smitten for atsumu and cannot write him as an asshole even though he absolutely would be one😭

Warnings: a few swear words, sort of angst to sort of fluff

He's calling you again. You only roll your eyes, waiting for your phone to stop ringing and turning away to focus on whatever else you're doing.

You know why he's calling, anyways. It's cuz he wants your help, or wants to borrow some money, or has some other favour that he wants from you.

You see, Atsumu's your boyfriend on paper, but in practice, things couldn't be more different. The "relationship", if you can even still call it that, is on the verge of collapsing. He only ever calls you when he needs favours, constantly making excuses for his distant behaviour.

The phone stops ringing, and you take a breath of relief, only for it to start ringing again a few seconds. God, he must really want a favour if he bothered calling twice in a row. You sigh, picking up the phone.

"Hi, how are ya?" He's using a sweet, gentle tone to butter you up as always. You regretfully know all of his little tricks by now.

"I'm fine. Why are you calling?" You're aware that you sound a little cold and harsh, but what's the point in useless small talk when you already know that isn't why he's calling?

"Come over, will ya?"

Those words froze you for a second. Whenever he asked you to come over, it would always end with him sucking your face off and then ignoring you until you leave. It always leaves you feeling sick and empty, knowing those kisses mean nothing to him.

Yet someway, somehow, you find yourself feeling giddy whenever he takes your hand or wraps his arms around your waist. And you hate that you do.

You absolutely hate the thought of falling in love with him. Not with that selfish, self-obsessed asshole who only uses you for favours and doesn't give a damn about you. But your heart insists on betraying your mind, your reason.

"Are ya there? You've been real quiet..." his voice snaps you out of your train of thought. "Yeah, I'm coming."

You don't know why you still bend to his will every time, you could easily say no, break up with him and never talk to him again. Maybe you actually do know why... and you don't like the reason.

"Lovely, I'll be waitin'. Bye now." he hung up the phone. As always, he has you wrapped around his finger, otherwise you wouldn't be making your way to his house right now. You live relatively close to him, so the walk isn't long. You briefly think about turning around and going back home. But once again, your stupid heart wins.

You ring the doorbell, and a sudden wave of regret flushes over you. Should you really be falling into his arms again? Should you have ignored your mind, telling you to turn back?

Before you even have a chance to run away, the door opens. "Heya, sweets. Come on in." That smile is a deceptive mask, and you know it. You silently walk in, sitting down on the couch, your usual make-out spot. You just have to get it over with and hope your stomach doesn't churn from guilt later.

He sits down beside you, and you close your eyes in anticipation to be roughly grabbed by him. But it doesn't come.

"Are you good? Ya look a lil' pale." the concern in his voice was completely unexpected.

"Since when do you care how I'm doing?" You have no idea what came over you in that moment. Normally you would brush it off, lie to him, or assure him you're fine. But he'd never asked you that with such concern before, and you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"I'm yer boyfriend, of course I-"

"Oh, shut up! You only care when you want a favour from me!" You stood up, clenching your hands into fists. "You don't actually give a damn about me, do you?! You don't love me, you only love yourself!!" All your repressed feelings suddenly came spilling out.

He looked awfully surprised by your behaviour, probably because you finally didn't bend to his will once. Because you finally said what's on your mind. It felt good, but at the same time, your heart felt a pang of pain once the words you said finally registered in your brain.

"I... this is what I called ya over for, actually...." he looked to the ground, wearing a solemn expression. His mask of confidence was breaking.

"...What?"

"I know that I'm a horrible boyfriend, but I'm goin' ta fix that." He looked back up at you, determination shining in his eyes.

This was a conversation you never ever expected to have. Is this a cruel prank? Would Atsumu do that to you?

"I don't... understand. Why now?" You weren't sure what to think right now. You're honestly thinking too many things, feeling too many emotions at once right now.

"Because, I ended up realisin' that ya deserve better than this. Honestly, yer too good fer me." Knowing Atsumu, it must've taken a lot for him to throw away his pride and ego just to admit this.

At your silence, he continued. "My point is, I wanna be better for ya, give this whole love thing a shot, ya know? But if ya really feel that way, you can break up with me, I won't mind..."

"Atsumu, you ass." He flinched slightly at your response, searching your face for your emotions. "You can't do this to me." Right when you finally felt strong enough to call him out, he decides to pull you right back in and make you feel all horrible.

You sigh. "You're a lucky man, Atsumu. But these better not be empty promises." Your hopeless heart wins you over once again. Yet this time, you feel assured. Assured that Atsumu will do the right thing.

Atsumu finally felt like he could breathe again, placing a hand on his chest. "Would I ever break a promise I made?" He asked with a relieved smile.

"Honestly.... you seem like you would." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Hey, I didn't promise to better myself just so you can insult me!"

[ihavemanyhusbands]

hello, "threesome" anon at it again 🙈, i'll just change my identity to 🍐 anon (bc it' more proper and bc i love pears and they're a cute fruit) i just had this thought bugging me and I decided to write to you

could u imagine reader being a unit chief somewhere like C.I.A, Police Department or anywhere you like it's fine and Hotch having an off day or something and going to see her at work.... "good morning, i am SSA Aaron Hotchner, i came to see my girlfriend."

"good morning agent, yeah, she's in the middle of an interrogation now and-" you storm out of the room with your hands on your hips and an angry expression on your face. "i swear if this piece of sh*t won't collaborate- what the f*ck are you looking at? go back to work!" you're so deep in your thoughts that you don't notice aaron and your colleague in a corner. "aaron!? oh god what are you doing here i- it is your day off? sorry i forgot, come here, let me greet you properly." just when you're about to kiss him, one of your colleagues comes out of the interrogation room

"sorry boss, the subject won't speak and-"

"for god's sake do something then! i go out for 2 minutes and everything stops working in there, put yourself together guys!" and just seeing you in your element, confident and stern with your team gets him h word instantly.

I bet he just loves to see you like this and would just like to have you as a unit chief instead of doing it himself 🙊 i'll leave you the thoughts for when they get home 😈 (p.s. aaron can't wait to hear that tone again especially when he's needy for u and you don't have time 🤭)

hope it's fine, have a good day,

🍐 anon

Heya 🍐 nice to see ya and happy to have ya join the list!! ❤️

Ooooooh this is hot like i feel like Hotch seeing you all stern and stuff would make him be like

HAHAHHAHAHAHAH

but like at homeee i can imagine he’s kinda needy and ur kinda in a rush (especially if it’s early morning) but he gives you that look and you just cave in.

“Fine, take your pants off and lay down,” you’d instruct, already pulling your own slacks down. “We’ll make it quick, and if you don’t cum, you’re just going to have to wait until tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he’d say and hastily do your bidding.

AAAAAAA ok never explored the possibility of reader being a lil mean but I think Hotch would loveeeee it from time to time eeeeeeee 🤭🤭😏😏 oh that man would get edged sooo often

[amspams]

Intoxicated

A/N: This one's a little longer.

TW: Swearing, substances, vomiting

It was currently two a.m. Tiffany had cried herself to sleep after a big fight with her husband. She thought things had finally gotten better between the two of them. But apparently she'd been stupid to think so.

She tossed and turned restlessly on the mattress. This was the third time she'd woken up that night. She was worried sick. After the couple's fight, Charles had grabbed his jacket and ran off. Tiffany wasn't sure when or if he was coming back at all. The thought of losing him once again terrified her.

She got up from their shared bed - or what had been shared, as his side was empty now - and walked over to the closet. She opened it and looked at her clothes. Then she looked at Chucky's.

...

Her fingers grazed the soft fabric. Surely he wouldn't mind? She thought, and threw on one of his white tees. It was a little tight on her, as Chucky was a slim guy, but it still fit her and she looked good.

Tiffany quietly made her way down the stairs, careful not to wake up the twins. Then she sat down on the couch in front of the family TV. She sighed. Where was he?

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2.37 a.m. She'd almost managed to fall asleep. However, loud banging brought her back to reality. Who the hell was knocking on her door at this hour?

Pissed off, Tiffany grabbed her pistol from the cabinet and stormed to the entrance. She shoved the door open and pointed the gun at the person. "Whoever you think you are, just know that-"

Tiffany was caught off guard. "Chucky!?"

"Heya, sweetcheeks," he said, slobbering over his words as he stumbled towards her. Tiffany caught him before he could fall. "Damn, my bad. Anyways, look at this cool shit I found."

Chucky waved a car's side view mirror in front of her face. "Ain't it a sweet find?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, where did you get that?" Tiffany asked, snatching the item from his hand and inspecting it. How he'd been able to break it off the respective vehicle was beyond her.

"Uh, dunno. It's a lil cracked though. Think I could sell it?"

Tiffany was baffled. "What- no! Are you drunk?"

"Nah," Chucky said. "I wanna tell ya something though."

"Oh god, what did you do now?"

Chucky scratched his head. "I ain't sayin' I did it or anything, but."

"But?"

"Pretty sure someone spewed on the sidewalk."

Tiffany stared at him blankly.

"What? It wasn't me!"

Chucky's face then paled.

"Oh hell no. C'mon, to the toilet, right now," she said, and dragged the man into the house.

Just before they would reach the bathroom, Chucky decided to stop and throw up anything he'd had left in his stomach from the day before onto Tiffany's favourite white rug.

She suppressed a shriek of utter horror and guided him into the bathroom instead.

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3.42 a.m. Chucky sat sprawled on the cold floor infront of the toilet. He watched as Tiffany frantically scrubbed the mat with a sponge, soap and water in the bathtub.

"Man I feel like shit."

Tiffany lashed out. "Oh yeah? How do you think I feel!?"

"Why are you yellin' at me. It's not like I did it on purpose," Chucky muttered.

Tiffany ignored him and continued scrubbing.

Chucky then got up, staggered over to her and looked over her shoulder. "Geez, I wouldn't wanna wash that shit for a hundred bucks."

Tiffany sighed.

"I don't think ya should waste anymore of your time on that."

"God, just shut up," Tiffany said. But deep down, she knew he was right. There was no saving that rug. She'd just have to buy a new one.

"Ugh, why can't you just be responsible for once!?" Tiffany screamed. "We have kids now goddamn it. You can't keep doing this shit. Do you want to end up like your father?"

Chucky scowled, and Tiffany could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

She let go of the rug and wrapped her arms around her husband. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. I shouldn't have used that against you," she said. "Listen, how about this. I'll go throw out the rug and then make you something to eat. You must be starving. Meanwhile, you can take a bath."

"Alright."

Tiffany rolled the rug and watched as Chucky stumbled into the tub. "Sweetface, you need to take off your clothes first."

"Huh, why?"

"Oh my god, just take off your fucking clothes."

"Geez, woman. No need to get all worked up."

Tiffany then left with the rug.

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Later and after all of that, Tiffany stayed up to make Chucky some swedish meatballs because the devious bastard refused to eat anything else. She's just that sweet.

[ask-the-fluff]

Hi babes <3 how do you feel about platonically kissing friends? I know you’re gay but if it was a girl just when drunk or bored and someone wanted to, would it make you uncomfy? Just wanted to get your thoughts on it, love ya <3

Heya, toots! Thanks for the question! Honestly, I guess it’s situational, y’know? And I guess its depending on who, cause if it was Cherri, that’s fine, cause honestly I’ve kissed her platonically and stuff before in the past. But if it were someone like Charlie or Niff? Eh, pass.

It’d have to someone I’m really close to, y’know? Like I’ve said, I’ve given Cherri a kiss or two in the past, but it was a forehead kiss for comfort, youz getting me so far?

I don’t think I’d do it jus’ cause someone was bored or drunk, but if the timings right, hey, a smooch won’t hurt anybody.

But, yeh! I totally believe in being able to do certain gestures platonically as friends (cuddling, kissing, etc) under certain circumstances. It gets to a point for me where it can start to get weird if it’s a “just cause” sorta thing — but I don’t judge people who do that!

So to summarize, yes, I have kissed a lady or two in my past platonically, but I’m not really the kinda gal to smooch ya on the lips platonically, and the timings gotta be right for me.

Obviously, this ain’t gonna be the same for all gay men, and dis’ is just my experiences. Hope I answered your question well, hon!

-🕷️💕

[writingrenna]

Just a Taste

Kofu x GN!Reader

Kofu likes giving you little tastes of his cooking! You're his favorite "customer." You want to give him something in return. Has less Kofu than intended, but I like the idea! A bit platonic, but who knows what could happen? Also, wrote this to get back into writing, so sorry if it's different to my usual stuff. I genuinely can't tell :')

Also, a Gimmighoul follows you around, but it isn't yours. It just... keeps finding you in random places.

(I know it isn't the same Gimmighoul that follows you in the games, I just think it'd be cute if this one in particular followed your expy)

Tone/Ending: Wholesome, Platonic (although that's up to interpretation)

Warnings: I promise it's wholesome, curse you internet for making things weird >:(

Word Count: A bit over 3,000

(__(~~~

"And THIS is the Tofu Puddin'!"

The man hands you a spoonful of the dessert. You eat it, taking a moment to really take in the texture, the aroma, the flavor, each component coming together for a light and fragrant treat.

"Ooooh, that one's REALLY good!"

Kofu's face splits into a wide grin.

"Ah, I knew you'd like it! I made this one especially to yer likin'!"

"Oh?"

Your eyes light up, causing him to do the same.

"Oh! I was just, er... I had a reason, me mind just isn't reelin' anythin' in at the moment..."

His expression showed he was being completely genuine. He really did have a reason, he just forgot.

"Haha, hey, that's fine!" You said after making sure nothing was left in your mouth. "Making spontaneous recipes is my specialty!"

He made a face like he just learned something amazing.

"Oh really now? That's quite interestin', what do you make?"

You... grin. Nervously at that. Memories of the most unhinged flavor combos flash through your mind. You actually aren't half-bad at making food, but for some reason, the good stuff is eluding you. He continues to look at you expectantly, as if he doesn't notice your demeanor change.

He does, he just doesn't want to accidentally rush you.

"Well, I can make a mean... eh..."

You gesture, not remembering the name.

"It's uh... I can't really remember what the name is, but uh, maybe you could tell by looking at a photo??"

You shrug and look at him with a "I have no clue, man" sorta face. You would be slightly embarrassed trying and failing to recall a dish like this in front of a professional chef, if said chef wasn't Kofu, the chillest dude you knew. He was so chill in fact, that this wasn't even a weird situation for you.

You have no idea what endeared you to him so much that he always gives you enough samples to count as a meal whenever you visit Cascarrafa, but you appreciate it. You couldn't really splurge on his food like you wish you could, so him giving you tastes of everything, as well as basically providing lunch for you was a development you were grateful for. One day you'll be a normal customer, you just have to budget for it.

"Heya, you all righty there?"

You're still shrugging, so you put your arms down.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I uh... was just thinkin' about somethin'..."

You unconsciously took on his accent for a moment, which causes him to huff in amusement.

"Ah, I see the ocean's graced yer tongue?"

"Eh?"

Your face morphs into one of sheer confusion. He simply laughs.

"Teehee, nothing, nothing at all..."

You try to think about what you did to prompt that statement, but nothing comes to mind, so you silently accept what he said and tuned back into the conversation at hand.

"Anyway, you're free to keep the dish it was served in. This batch was made especially for you after all, it's a special occasion!"

He gently pushes the Flamigo dish toward you, which you're eager to take and polish off, but you feel guilty.

"Thank you, I uh- I wish I could pay you back-"

"Nonsense! You don't owe me a thing, ya hear?"

You nod, accepting his kind gesture, but you still wished to do something for him.

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You walk out of Kofu Lounge, now empty Flamigo dish in hand. It really is a nice little thing, well made and very cute. You can see yourself using it for drinks and desserts a lot.

You don't even get four steps away from the door when you hear the familiar sound of a vaguely insectoid cry. You jump, head swiveling toward the sound.

"Ah, Gimmini! What's up?"

It chirps a little, acknowledging your question, but doesn't try to show you specifically what the answer is. You sigh.

"Why won't you let me catch you, dude?? We could be like, best friends!"

The Gimmighoul doesn't respond to this, but the little smile widens just enough for you to notice before going back to how it usually is.

"AH-HAH! So you're NOT repulsed by me!"

The man that usually stands near the entrance at this time glances at you funny. You let out an awkward little laugh before grabbing Gimmini.

"Sorry, talking to my friend, we'll go!"

You then briskly walk off to the nearest Flying Taxi.

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You're lifting Gimmini's leg, observing it as it sits on your counter eating a snack.

"Dude, how do you follow me so well? You only have short little legs-"

At your comment, it drops the bean you gave it, letting out an indignant little gargle before turning away and crossing its arms.

"Nonononono, I'm impressed!" You start, bending down with your hands clasped. "I don't mean it in a bad way."

It keeps its arms folded, but it turns slightly more toward you, one eye opening to look at your pleading face. It then seemingly rolls its eyes, an amused smile creeping on its face before giving up the facade of hurt. It leans in to hug your face, causing you to chuckle.

"Good, that's better..."

You're happy it doesn't seem to have actually been hurt. You don't even know if it's ever hugged you before, closest thing being one time it held onto your leg when spooked by a Murkrow.

Suddenly, a thought comes to mind. A joke of course, but a moment ruining thought all the same.

"Hey, wanna help me rob a bank?"

You feel it pause for a moment before backing up a little. You turn head-on to see its face, portraying an emotion you're not quite sure you're reading correctly.

"Don't worry, I'm joking! I'd never rob a bank, it's..."

You momentarily space out.

"...not a good idea."

Gimmini glares at you for a moment before getting up. You imagine it feels larger than it is, but its puffed-out chest and balled "fists" make it look like a cute little bug trying to look aggressive. You snicker under your breath before you can stop it, causing it to look at you and make that same gargling noise from earlier.

"Haha, sorry, you're just so cute!" You say earnestly.

It grumbles the best it can with its weird metallic vocal cords before letting up its stiff pose. You sigh, both out of relief and because you now see what's going on with you.

"Sorry, sorry," you lean your back against the counter, staring at the ceiling. "I got a lot on my mind is all."

Gimmini now seems curious, letting out an inquisitive little chatter before picking the bean it dropped back up, taking a bite.

"Heh, I wanna repay Kofu for his kindness, but I feel like no matter what I do or get, it won't really be enough. Not to mention, have you HEARD how many people admire the guy?? He probably has someone doing something for him all the time!"

Gimmini is listening quite intently to your mini-rant, as if considering something. It then suddenly freezes and cries out as if realizing something. You sit up and turn to it.

"Eh? What's up?"

Gimmini jumps up, tossing the rest of the bean to the side before running toward the door. It urges you to follow it, so you do.

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"Hey! Slow down!"

You're having trouble keeping up with its bounding. It doesn't turn towards you, but you can almost feel the smirk on its face.

"Hahah, proving yourself huh? Fun! Wha-"

You stop for a second, unable to keep up with the seemingly endless energy of a Pokémon.

"Sorry for ever doubtin' ya, man!" You pant out. "Please go easy on me, I'm only human!"

You then suddenly remember the countless times Kofu's had to abruptly run off to do stuff, from auctions to meetings, and he seemed to be a completely unstoppable force unless he got distracted.

You feel your face heat up a little. That man was an anomaly to you.

"Ok, um-" You look up at the Pokémon in front of you, waiting for you to be able to follow again.

"Ugh! I'm good, I'm good..."

It nods before continuing on its way. Breathing heavily, you follow it until it reaches a small crevasse in the side of a cliff. You tilt your head a little at the sight.

"What's all this?"

It doesn't respond, simply crawling in. You stand there, waiting for whatever it had in store until you see... a treasure chest emerge?

"What?? H- you had your chest the whole time? Why don't you use it?"

The Gimmighoul opens the chest and makes a sad gurgling noise, but it still doesn't seem to want to directly answer your question. Fair enough.

Instead, it uses the space it now has out in the open to dig through the piles of coins until it finds something and brings it up to you.

Your eyes widen.

"A PEARL!?"

You cover your mouth, looking around to make sure nobody's around.

"No, no, absolutely not! That's your treasure!"

The Gimmighoul stares at you before silently holding it out more, as if saying "Ok?? Take it."

You shudder a little.

"Nooooooo waaaaay. This? That's yours. I don't need anything from you, honest!"

It just now hit you how much money this Pokémon has compared to most people, probably. But you still didn't want it to give you any of its treasure.

"I don't need jewls, or cash. I need a really good gift idea! But like-"

A thought hits you.

"...I, uh, actually don't know if he even likes gifts, much less what he'd actually want..."

The Gimmighoul frowns and furrows its eyebrows, dropping the pearl and staring as if it thinks you're insane. You feel ashamed all of a sudden.

"Ugh, I know! Getting worked up over nothing. I'm sorry!"

It finally puts the pearl back amongst its other belongings before taking the chest back inside its hidey-hole. As it does this, you think about anything gift-y you could in relation to him. You almost drew up a blank until you remembered one important thing.

Gasp!

The Gimmighoul pauses its task, poking its head out to look at you.

"He likes going to the auctions a lot! What if I got him something even rarer that what they offer?"

The Gimmighoul seems worried about how fast you pivoted, but it nods regardless.

"Yeah... instead of saving up for one big 'ol meal, I can catch a boat to another region! Go get him something from... actually, no clue, let's scrap that."

The Gimmighoul sighs in relief before finally finishing the task of packing its chest away. It then hops over and scales your frame (which was, again, faster than you expected). It ended up hanging onto your shoulder as you thought some more.

"His food is mostly ocean-y, right?"

Gimmini nods.

"Ok, yeah! I don't have a plan, but I have an idea!"

Gimmini seems concerned again, but it doesn't do anything.

"Ok, OK! I need... a game plan."

You paced a little bit, Gimmini seemingly trying to come up with ideas as well.

"...what if I cooked for him since he always cooks for everyone else?"

The Gimmighoul seems interested in this plan, turning toward you.

"...no, I'm no professional."

It frowns, although you don't see it.

"Gosh, this is hard. But why? Don't I know him better than this?"

Gimmini shrugs with one arm, still hanging on, but after this, it hoists itself up and climbs onto your head, lying down on it and hanging on tight.

"...eh, I'll uh... I dunno. Let's go home."

You start to walk away up the path when someone comes blazing toward you two.

"Vaultin’ Veluza! Not again!"

You scream and jump back in order to protect yourself and Gimmini. As you fall back, the person stops upon realizing what happened.

"Shoot! I apologi-"

He stops upon realizing it's you. He calls out your name, which barely registers as you rub your tailbone.

"Ugh, huh?"

You feel Gimmini patting your forehead before pointing to the man, prompting you to look up.

"Kofu?"

"Gahaha, I apologize! Truly, I do." he begins while holding an arm out "I just get so lost in the ocean of me mind sometimes that the whole world disappears, includin' the sound of me alarm! Gahah!"

You take his hand, allowing him to help you up. You didn't even realize how close to Porto Marinada you really were until then.

He turns away once you're up, feeling quite bashful after almost barreling you over.

"Ah, I must make it up to ya-"

"-nonononono, no way! You're fine, really!"

"Oh no, I insist!"

You panic internally. Why would he try and repay you for a little mistake?

"No, really! I- well, I was actually out here to, uh," you look down before finishing "get you something..."

His eyes widen as he stares at you.

"Get... me somethin'...?"

You don't respond right away, but he doesn't push you to.

His eyes widen more when "getting something" reminds him of his current quest.

"VAULTIN' VELUZA! THE AUCTION!"

He then runs off again, catching you off-guard.

"I-i'll be back to talk to you later, ya hear!?"

"Uh-"

He's way too far to hear you at this point, so you sigh.

"...alright."

Gimmini had been silently laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but you didn't realize until you calmed down and felt it trying to hold itself back. Instead of calling it out, however, you make an offer.

"Wanna see how fast I can be?"

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You're basically on your deathbed by the time you reach Porto Marinada. Lying on the ground and heaving, you remember why warm-ups are important, not just for your limbs. Gimmini returns rolling a fresh water to you. You weakly take it, letting out a breathless thanks. It nods, an amused yet concerned look on its face.

You manage to open and promptly chug the entire thing in one go. Still not satisfied, yet a bit less dehydrated, you manage to sit up a little. Gimmini brings another water to you.

"Tha- uh, wait. Hold up, where did you get these?"

It points toward a random stand. You heart sinks.

"Y-you BID on these!?"

It stares at you as if what it did wasn't a big deal.

"Wha- where did, how did you- but your coins are ancient??"

It just pushes the bottle to you, as if telling you to drink now and ask questions later. You groan, not wanting to waste them now that they're... yours? Gimmini's? Is this a gift, or is it just sharing? You sigh, sipping from the next bottle while glaring at Gimmini, who in turn seems unbothered and climbs onto your knee, continuing to stare right back at you with a neutral expression.

Your stare-down is eventually interrupted by Kofu.

"Hey there! Ya doin' alright?"

He's holding something, but you can't tell what.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm... fine."

He grins.

"Good! I also see your little buddy here took good care of ya! That lil' one's a keeper!"

You huff out of amusement, side eyeing the coin hunter, who looks smug.

"Yeah? Well, it won't let me catch it for some reason, but stalking me's the next best thing I suppose."

It flinches at this, looking at you with a "really??" face. You let out a breathy laugh.

"I'm teasing! You mock me all the time!"

It turns, crossing its arms again and refusing to look at you. You decide to let it have its moment and continue conversing with Kofu.

"So! What's up?"

He pauses, eyes narrowing as he tries to remember what he was going to say before it hits him.

"Oh yeah! I was going to ask you what you were doin', sayin' you're "gettin' me somethin', what's that about?"

You feel a chill wash over you. Oh right, you gotta explain yourself.

"Uh, well uh, I was, uh-"

Gimmini lifts its tail up and slams it down as hard as it can, arms still folded. It doesn't hurt, but it snaps you out of it.

"Oh! I just wanted to pay you back, for always letting me taste your cooking..."

By the time you finish your statement, you go from awkwardly avoiding eye contact to staring at the ground. Kofu doesn't say anything at first, but you see him shift his weight a little using your peripheral vison.

"Ah, I... see..." he finally gets out. You're worried you said something wrong. Looking up, you try to reassure him.

"Hey, não te preocupes com isso..."

He slowly nods, but he doesn't seem satisfied. In fact, he seems to feel bad.

"Ah, I was worried about this."

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in confusion.

"Worried? About what?"

He lifts the bag over his shoulder.

"I was a bit worried you'd start to feel indebted to me."

Your face twists into a strange sort of questioning.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

He smiles softly.

"I didn't want you to feel like ya owe me anythin' in return for what I do. Please do believe me when I say I just enjoy feedin' ya."

You stare blankly at him.

"Wha- really?"

He nods.

"Yes! So please, you kin put yer worries to rest. I really don't feel like this is unfair in any way. My treat!"

You feel a warmth spreading from your core. He seems so sincere. Maybe it really wasn't an issue, although something still feels kind of wrong. Not that you doubt him, just that you still want to do something for him. Maybe a surprise would work? Or would he not appreciate that? Gosh, this doesn't need to be so complicated. You decide just being nice and doing stuff for him for the fun of it would be better than stressing about some invisible tally marks. Easier said than done, but it's a start.

You snap out of your thoughts and respond.

"Alright."

You stare blankly again, not quite sure where to go from here. Gimmini lets out a garbled huff before hopping off, walking over to its new supply of fresh waters. Kofu lets out a laugh.

"Ah, I wonder how your lil' one is gonna carry all these?"

Gimmini doesn't seem too worried, but you are.

"CRAP, you're right!"

You get up, walking around Kofu to try and help it.

"Gimmini, how will you take all this home? You PAID for this! Y- what even IS your home!?"

Gimmini made a loud noise as if telling you to chill out, "fists" up to its chest to drive the point home. You're both glaring at each other, exchanging more words (and cries) as you try to figure out how to go about this.

Kofu sighs and shakes his head at the sight, although it was full of amusement.

"You two are truly somethin' else."

And maybe that was your answer to why he liked you so much. Maybe something about you just caught his eye, and he had quite the eye for interesting things.

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A chill one!

THIS CAME OUT WAY TOO PLATONIC BUT I LIKE IT, just a broke expy that wants to repay their super cool chef friend :')

I wonder why he likes you so much? The world may never know 👻

Speaking of 👻, I debated on whether or not including Gimmighoul would be too ironic or not (you can't afford to splurge and buy his food right now, but you're being followed by a literal treasure chest mimick), but I decided that if I acknowledge it but don't make it too much of a thing, it'd be Ok. I just think they're neat! Expy would never try and get it to pay for stuff for them, but... I wanted to give Gimmighoul the time to shine like how I gave Grusha's "reader expy" a Falinks

Also, whether Kofu's the one who actually brought the waters or not is up to you! On one hand, it'd be funny if your literal creechur was able to buy it for you, but it'd make sense for him to notice you lying on the ground and just have Gimmighoul bring them to you. Plus, he wouldn't want you to feel like you owe, or, after your talk, feel worse about owing him, so he wouldn't mention it. I dunno!

Also NOT ME FORGETTING WHY I HAD KOFU MAKE YOU PUDDING TO YOUR TASTE 😭

I had a specific explanation that was so cute, but I guess the forgetful/easily distracted stuff worked out in the story's favor since that is him to a tee

[sir-achimus-prime]

Expect the unexpected !!!!

Summary of the story : Y/n and Sans experiment and don't really realize the consequences of their actions after a particularly emotional and difficult event. And well, dear reader , they are made aware in quite possibly the worst way.

Note : Okay , so I was toying around with Undertale Monster's and how they have baby and came up with this. Because it's been stuck in my head, and i'm supposed to be learning another language 🙃 i will also be using Ahhh ! Real Monster baby term Bonsty to reference babies because i'm not 100% sure undertale does . Please correct me know if not, and i'll change it 😁😊

Chapter 1 : Point A ?

So Monsters to my knowledge are made through a bond/strong connection many refer to as 'Love'.

(Yeah , sounds like shit. But Sans and Papyrus lectured us the last-time we voiced our opinions so 'rudely')

So it would surprise you how exactly you found yourself standing beside your best friend at Undyne and Alphy's wedding , who was eating nearly everything on site with hot sauce. He was absolutely disgusted by the idea of eating anything with Ketchup and refused a shot of fire whiskey mixed into either condiment.

As a human , this behavior drew your attention as she blushed deeply wondering what exactly had possessed your friend as you rudely picked him up and dragged him away to question him further , when the flaming hot catdogs began grossing him out.

So ever the Bestest Friend that you are , you dragged him away to your actual house that you were lending to your newly-wed friends for a honey-moon. Your farm was the actual reception and venue , so it was like a 10 minute walk. Once in the safety of your room , you fixed him with a questioning look.

"Heya bubs , ya feelin' fine ?" His eye lights were fuzzy, and knowing him for nearly 8 years. Before a goopy mess of undigested magical food splattered on the floor and her dress .A frown settled on your face before sitting on your bed that you'd told your friends was off-limits as your friend complied "You emotional for Alphy's and Undyne or ya nervous ? You're not still worried about your nightmares are ya ?" Sans buried his face into his suit sleeves as he laid on his back.

"I don't know !! Ketchup's making me sick, and …..Foods not fooding !! And my soul feels weird and ……" he sighed miserably with a frown."Hey , i know ya said it's not possible. But could we …have …ya ….know?" She asked, lying back onto her bed as she felt an indignant glare."No! Biologically-Y/n!!! Be serious !!" She frowned."Hey ! I am ! And I wasn't talking about me !! Is it possible you are ? I don't know lot about monsters , but ya were-" she yelped at the hand firmly against her mouth "Yes-I don't think it's possible for your soul too , and ya have barely any magic Firstly !! And 2nd humans aren't capable of that , you guys are too weak. " she opened her mouth and shut it again as she glumly nodded.

She glanced at her roof. "Whelp, i don't know, Princess. Sounds like ya need to find your Baby Daddy. 'Cuz that sounds strangely what the buns and Dogaressa described before baby monsters spawned. But , that could just be my human dumbness, " she huffed, getting up. Her thouggts drifting and willing them not to she decided to distract and deflect as she recognized that look on his face.

"You should probably take a break. I'll keep Paps and the others distracted while ya rest some…call me if ya need me , yeah ?" She said changing clothes to a pair of jeans and a teal blouse/dress-shirt before yelping when Sans sighed hugged her from behind , his mental protuberance digging into her shoulder blade "I wasn't trying to be mean" she pursed her lips "Not mean. Just snappy , but hey, your freakin' out, and that's fine." She said as her heart squeezed in her chest."You don't owe me anything …It's not like we're exclusive or official…..just an experiment , right ?" She smiled sheepishly.

"I mean you do like the bone-zone , ain't like it's just for me or sumthin' " she said before shaking her emotion off as Sans frowned, shifting to turn her around"Anyways , i'll leave ya too !! !" She smiled as she twisted outta his hold and ducked out of the room hearing the music kick up.

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Later

Y/n found it strange that Toriel was guiding her to her own room. She'd noted she'd disappeared at some point during the party as Undyne danced with Asgore for the Daughter Father dance. And was gone until Papyrus let her settle down for some Cat-Dogs when 'Your Man' by Josh Turner came on and her sister threatened bodily harm if her boyfriend wasn't returned.

She had been munching happily on her hot-sauce and ketchup covered Hot-dog and was currently drooling over her Hot Cat as Toriel had stolen it after she'd reassured her Sans had been fine the last-time she'd checked on him. Which he had been , it wasn't her fault her best-friend was stubborn.

Toriel sighed and stole her Hot Cat , and if she was in a normal non-hungry/lazy mood , she'd have gotten up and made another or simply asked politely for it back. She did the latter, and Toriel had walked away with her beloved Hot Cat as she heard it calling her name.

She hummed as she guided to her room as Toriel ensured that they were alone as she regarded Sans. Who looked weary and worse for the wear , as she had a feeling of dread.

"You okay , Bone-boy ? Seems like ya took Bone-Tired too seriously" she smiled with a teasing lit. Toriel frowned and Sans smiled slightly "hehe , yeah….whatcha doin' tori ?" She glanced upnat Toriel before her….brain connected it all together "Oh ? You found your BD ? Whatcha need ? Want me to beat'em up ? I won't do much but , i can try !" She smiled reassuringly "Oh Tori can i have my Hot Cat ? I made the best concoction known to man and monster kind !!" She drooled as Toriel sighed nodding , she took the plate happily before Sans snatched her Hot-Cat as she gasped in surprise and betrayal before Sans hummed happily.

She sighed allowing her friend to peacefully enjoy her masterpiece and mourn the loss of a beautifully delicious morsel.

She turned to Toriel to allow her friend to eat as Toriel gave her a quizzical look "So Y/n ? What do you know about monster reproduction ?" She paused at that "Ahh well , just what Paps , Sans , Alphy's and ya told me. Babies are made of love and stuff " she said nonchalantly as Toriel cringed "Yes. But you still don't believe it? I'd have thought after sometime…" she frowned at Toriel "Uhhh, i sorta do but , it's ….errr…." She paused looking for words .

"It's foreign to me as a concept. Human babies don't really need that , as long as a male cums. Baby is made , so …it's kinda an older outdated concept" Toriel hummed "But , do you …ermm…Are you intimate with just anyone ?" She shook her head "Not really my cup of tea , why ?" Toriel smiled "So you atleast have a standard of ..a connection with intimate partners ?" She said with a pink blush on her cheeks as she quirked a brow "i-I…..yeah" she said her own cheeks redding "Ummm, but why does my intimate life have with relevance here" she questioned as Toriel sighed.

"Sans is in denial , he is fine but being stubborn. But what he needs to tell you is that he-" Toriel was rudely interrupted and given a very rude look by Sans "That i am fine !" He huffed as you shot him a concerned look as Toriel and Him maintained a glaring contest and wordless arguement before shrugging "Okie dokie , kinda overboard just to tell me that ,bubs. But , ummm, ya want another hotdog or Hot cat ? Or are ya gonna chill in here ? Just stay outta my drawers , yeah ?" She teased with a chuckle before Sans snapped out of it and nodded "No , i'm going to go see what Paps is up too" he said going and going to grab Toriel's hand as they short-cutted away.

She sighed deeply as her heart plummeted to the ground again painfully. As she stared absently out the window in deep thought in regards to her friend. Wondering what was going on and if it was what she believed it to be …how she'd continue with their relationship….how she'd deal with the sudden absence of her friend if Toriel and him had began a new life as she sighed knowing the slippery slope she was nearing before brushing it off.

"It is what it is , y/n ! You can't change anything or anyone" she murmured to herself before joining the party again to help clean up before doing some rounds on her farm to make-sure they were clean and content.

Later on….

Undyne and her had planned a particularly romantic star-watch at the gazebo in her private garden as she waved her friend off with a smile. Before She felt Sans short-cut beside her as she leaned against the large oak tree whilst sitting and balancing on her fence.

She ignored Sans and figured she'd play dumb as she stared up at the stars curiously. "Man, must be nice…"she sighed as Sans snorted, "To visit a garden ?" She frowned "N-Well…. yeah…I meant more the thought of having someone like that …someone that plans stuff for ya and knows ya that well. Undyne planned the star-gazing and stuff, " she sighed."It's kinda like a fairytale, ya know ? Loving someone so much … that ya want to do stuff like that and want the whole world to know , ya know ?" She smiled "My parents always fought or my mother couldn't leave things be , and …I really never experienced something like that or saw it growing up" she said wiping her teary eyes "What about you ?" Sans was silent and gone …as she sighed deeply, fighting the sting of hurt that flashed through her . It felt like her heart and lungs were being squeezed by her ribs as she sighed, deciding to call it a night.

[random-writer-person]

Friends with Benefits

Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1261

warnings: mentions of sex, fights, slut shaming, maybe a few swear words.

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you and Fred Weasley have been "going out" I use air quotations because really we're just having sex no relationship. though for a while you have been gathering feelings for him you never thought he would feel the same way so you carried on the way you were.

the yule ball was coming up and you weren't sure if you were going to find a date in time. Fred already asked Angela which made you very sad but you hid it well. then you got the most amazing idea ever. ask George to the ball. he knew about your and Fred's situation because their twins and you guys are really close friends... so you put your plan into motion the next day.

*time skip to morning in dining hall*

"heya, Georgy," you say sitting beside him and putting your arm around him.

"what do you want y/n," he says looking at you suspiciously and narrowing his eyes. you scoff in surprise.

"Why would you assume I want anything from you hm," you say taking your arm off him crossing them, and huffing.

"you have that look in your eye," he said looking at you in a questioning way.

"fine I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to the yule ball with me," you said huffing again because he was right.

"oh okay yeah I'll go with you I'd rather go with you than anyone else," he says going back to eating. you side-hug him then go to walk away.

"Thanks, George see you at the ball" when you turn around you see Fred looking weird. the only way you could describe it was jealousy. who's he to be jealous he's the one who asked Angela right in front of me. I start walking out of the grand hall with a smile. I'm going to the ball with my best friend ever, which means there's no way this can't be fun.

*time skip to the day of the yule ball*

you finished getting ready with the girls and started walking down the stairs to the dining hall. when George sees you he smiles and walks towards you.

"how do I look," I say while spinning for him.

"absolutely gorgeous darling" putting on the poshest accent he can, we both start laughing. I lean up and kiss his cheek.

"Shall we go inside?" I said putting my arm up for him to take and he does.

"hell yeah I gotta show you off," he says chuckling and dragging you by your arm, both of you laughing your asses off. right before you get inside you see Fred looking at you and George with hatred in his eyes you start to wonder what's wrong, but you push it off and go inside today you are worried about no one except yourself and George.

as you and George were dancing the night away you keep catching Fred looking at you both, while getting punch, while dancing, even while he was having conversations you were getting fed up.

"hey Georgie I'm gonna go outside for a breath of air," you say into his ear he nods and you walk off outside. while you are outside you start thinking you're staring up at the sky taking deep breaths watching the smoke come out of your mouth from how cold it is. you can hear footsteps behind you and you know that it is Fred but you don't turn around.

"you thought you'd make your way through the Weasley twins did ya" he spat with malice. you chuckle in shock.

"Not that I care what you think but I and George came here as friends nothing more and I don't see why you care your the one who wanted to keep me a secret," you scoff walking away.

"Y/N wait" he yells trying to grab your arm.

"No Fred just leave me alone whatever we had here it's done the sex the friendship everything done" you spat while walking away from him backward then turning and running away. as your ran past the main hall you hear your name being called by George.

"I'm sorry George not now," you sniffle and continue running to your dorm you ran inside and lay in your bed trying to get the power to change out of your dress and take off your makeup eventually you did and when you jumped back into bed you fell right to sleep from all the crying.

the next morning you went to the grand hall to get breakfast you tried your best to not look like you cried all night and it didn't go well because well you did cry all night when you see George he gets up and practically tackled me.

"Fred told me what happened I'm so sorry I have such a stupid brother," he said running his hands through your hair trying to flatten it to your head. you chuckle a bit.

"It's not your fault Georgie but I'm sorry I need to distance myself a bit," you said feeling sad that looking at your best friend hurt so much.

"It's okay Y/N I totally understand I'm here for you when you need me," he says leaving a little kiss on the top of your head, you smile and go to sit down and eat some food. what you don't see is a very sad-looking Fred walking into the grand hall.

"How fucking stupid could you be not only did you lose the girl you're in love with but you made my best friend stop hanging out with me," George yells at him in front of everyone in the grand hall. you felt bad so you stood up and walked up to them.

"George that's enough I still love you you're my best friend but Fred is your brother he should come first even if what he did was really stupid," you said in a stern tone then you turned to walk out but Fred grabbed your wrist.

"Y/N please let me explain please," he said in a pleading tone on the verge of tears.

"fine but not in here," you said looking at all the eyes on you from the scene you already made, you grab his wrist and drag him out into a secluded hall. "Make it quick," you say in an impatient tone.

"Y/N I'm sorry that I said the things I said I didn't mean it I was just jealous because you were at the ball with my brother and not me also that I've been in love with you for the longest time," he said desperate to get it all out. "I was happy just having you in the situation that we did so I never told you because I thought that if I did I would scare you away I didn't want to do that I need you," he said his tone getting lower and sadder the more he talked.

"Fred I've been in love with you for so long and the only reason I went with George to the ball was that you asked angela," you said trying to get your point across, you chuckle a little. "this could have all been avoided if we just talked to each other," you say shaking your head. you both burst out laughing.

"do you think it would be okay if I asked you on a date?" he said smoothing your hair down with his hands with a loving look in his eyes.

"yes, its okay and yes ill go on a date with you," you both smile, he leans down and kisses you with as much passion as he can. when you pull apart you can hear George down the hall whooping and clapping his hands.

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hope you guys enjoyed

Good day night whatever

[mightyanxiety]

Hello again!

I did this lil silly survey a long while ago :)

I wanted to ask if you would mind to answer a few of my questions again :3

If not, that's totally fine! No pressure!

How many hours do you sleep per night?

How many hours are enough to get through the day and how many are a lot for your standard?

Is caffein (in any form) part of your morning routine or your 'last resort'?

How do you feel over the day before and after consuming caffein (if you consume any)?

For example: sluggish, foggy, awake, exhausted, grumpy, just tired, etc.

Thank you a lot for (maybe) participating!

If you want, I can add you when I post the results, but I can also leave you out :)

Heya! I recognized your pfp! Hope ya doing okay luv~

I think on average I sleep about 6 hours a night during my work week. It does the job but I'd rather get 8-9 hours. For health reasons, I'm pretty much always tired but I think 11 hours of sleep is my max.

And yes, I do drink lots of coffee in the morning! I often feel grumpy and drowsy before my mornin' coppa Joe. But my mood improves after, unless I'm hungry.

Please let me know when you post it! Can't wait to see the results~

[loosesodamarble]

hi 😙 for the event (300 special) could i have liebe c6 please ? 👀

Hello there, Anon! Thank you very much for the request! And I'm so sorry for the wait on this!

I'll admit, I got a little stuck on what direction to take the interaction but I think I like where it ended up, even it took a turn into angsty, if just for a paragraph. I hope I portrayed Liebe alright, being a little snippy but ultimately a very soft guy. And I think a lot of how he defines love and happiness is defined by what he learned from Licita.

Also, I didn't make this piece too lovey-dovey because quieter, day-to-day interactions can still get across feelings of romance.

Summary: There is a power to something as simple as the phrase "I love you" which you and Liebe bring to each other. Genre: romance, hurt/comfort near the end. Word count: ~800

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“Go on! Say it to my face, Liebe!”

“Grk! Really?”

You sat cross-legged with Liebe, face-to-face, on the floor of your room. His face was cupped in your hands, squished just the slightest bit from either side.

“You heard me!” you said in a sharp voice. “Say. It. To. My. Face.”

“Fine! Fine fine fine!” Liebe’s face colored up and his tail wildly flicked behind him, making you smile. He was normally handsome but making him flustered turned him into someone adorable. “I love you! In a way that’s different from loving Asta or loving stew, I love you! You got that, yeah?”

You grinned a cat-like smile, or perhaps “mischievous” was the word Liebe was looking for, and let go of your devil boyfriend’s face. Liebe touched a hand to his face, taking in the lingering warmth that your touch had left on him. It was pleasant but faded all too quickly.

“Yup! I got it loud and clear!” you said with a full laugh. Then, you got to your feet with your grin and laughter still evident.

“Ehh?” Liebe raised an eyebrow and got up after you. “You’re being weird now. What are you laughing about?”

“I’m just happy to hear that you love me,” you answered while you reached up to ruffle Liebe’s hair. “And so you know, I love you too, Liebe.”

Liebe let you do as you wished, even smiling faintly as your fingers worked through his messy locks. As you pet Liebe’s head, you noticed that his smile seemed distant. Not a cold distance. But a warm and thoughtful one. You weren’t sure what to make of it but because it was Liebe, you accepted it as yet another side of him that you could fall in love with.

You pulled your hand away, a fond smile on your face. The door swung open the very next moment with Asta smiling to you and Liebe as he stepped in.

“Heya, hope you don’t mind but I gotta steal Liebe for a mission now!” he stated.

Liebe’s immediate response was a huff. He shrugged off his annoyance just as quick though.

“I’ll see ya’ when we get back,” Liebe told you as he followed Asta out.

…..

It was hours later, late into the night in fact, when the magicless brothers returned to the base.

“Yaaaawww… We’re back…” Asta muttered without his usual energy as he passed the circle of couches where you were, enjoying a snack before bed. “Dinner?”

“Servings in the fridge."

Asta nodded then ambled along.

As for Liebe, he stopped following Asta to shuffle to where you were seated. Then, he collapsed on the couch, very narrowly missing your legs. You set down your snacks, knowing they’d get in the way of Liebe. Or Liebe would get in the way of your snacking.

“Hey.” His arm flopped and caused his hand to land on your leg.

You playfully bounced your leg as a greeting of your own. “Hey yourself.”

There was a pause as Liebe crawled along the cough to get his head in your lap. You sat up a bit straighter to avoid Liebe’s horns pressing into your stomach.

“‘Member what you said earlier?” asked Liebe.

“Mm?” You glanced down to see that Liebe’s face was towards you but his eyes were closed. “Yeah? Which part though?”

“‘Bout you being happy to hear that I love you.”

“Ah-huh…” You leaned and rested your arm on the couch’s arm.

“I… Feel the same.” Liebe let out a sigh. “I already know but… Hearing it ‘s special somehow.”

“You’re not worried that hearing it too much will change that?” you questioned.

“I went years without… Without hearing anything…” Liebe’s face twisted, as if he was on the verge of tears just from remembering.  “It’s a shock that I didn’t come outta that grimoire completely messed up in the head.” Liebe reached for your hand and you took it without hesitation. “I was alone and scared and angry. I couldn’t do anything for Mom except regret ever meeting her. She was… the best person and I…” He bit down on his lower lip. “I won’t ever hear her call me ‘son’ ever again. She’ll never tell me how much she loves me. So I…”

Despite how tightly he’d closed his eyes, tears slipped out and ran down his cheeks onto your lap.

“Can you…?” His voice was broken and pleading. “Please, I just want…”

You squeezed Liebe’s hand in understanding. You gently wiped his tears away.

“Of course I can, Liebe,” you whispered to him. “I love you. I’ll say it today and everyday. For the sake of your happiness.”

Liebe squeeze your hand back.

“I love you. I love you…”

You were happy to hear those words. But you were happier to have the chance to add to Liebe’s happiness after the life he’d lived.

[skeletonsfortea]

can I ask about that one post u made where red took y/n to there room? who moves and what were they planning on doing, also wut would u say happened in the aftermath 👀👀

Aight, let's go! *rubs hands together*

Previous

"No," you say, "it's...it's fine."

Red's eye sockets widen, "really?"

You shrug, "I'm a lot less scared of sharing a room with you than I am of Sans- er, Rust."

Red's expression darkens, "well, if it makes you feel better, he isn't going to touch you- not if I'm around. Or Pa- Edge is. I think it's safe to say we've both become a little attached." He rubs the back of his skull, a light blush ghosting his face.

"Only a little, huh?" You ask good naturedly, in an attempt to relax. You're still standing awkwardly at the center of the room, unsure of what to do.

He chuckles, "you know it ain't just a little, sweetheart. So, uh," he pauses, thinking, and you smile a little. You haven't failed to notice that Red becomes a lot less sure of himself when it comes to you- probably because he doesn't know what will trigger you- and it's sort of sweet, even if it does bring a bitter taste to your mouth; you don't like to think about why he has to be so careful. You wonder how he would act around you if he didn't know. If you weren't such a mess..."Do you wanna sleep in my bed, with me, then? Or should I sleep on the floor?" He asks.

You chuckle, "I'm not gonna deprive you of your bed. And besides, I won't feel any safer with you across the room." He winces, and you hurry to correct yourself, "I-I mean, not that I think you're the danger, I meant, if you weren't in reach, then you wouldn't be able to keep me...uh...safe, very easily, right?"

His smirk returns, and the tension drips out of your muscles. "Yeah, ok." He winks, "any excuse you can make to be close to me, ey?"

You snicker, and his eyelights dilate a little. "Yeah, sure, Red. I'm head over heels for you, honestly."

He snorts before lifting his chin playfully, "course you are, who wouldn't be?"

You shake your head, "yeah. Well, uh," you glance around, "should I just...?"

"Just get comfortable, I'll join you in a sec." He says.

You look at him, anxiety suddenly pricking in your mind, "you're leaving?"

His smile is softer now, "I'm just gonna tell Boss what's up. I'll be back before you know it."

You sigh a little to calm yourself, "right."

"Name the colors for me?" He asks.

You smile a little, "kay."

"Red," he says, and disappears. You shut your eyes and focus on your new task. Orange. You take a deep breath. Yellow. You let it out. Green. Where is Sans right now? Blue. "Heya, sweetheart." You jump a little, eyes opening. Red stays completely still until you've calmed down. "Heh, sorry for scaring ya," he says.

You shake your head, looking at the floor, "it's fine, I shouldn't..."

"Hey." He interrupts, and you look back up. His expression is stern, but not angry- never angry, not at you. "There's nothing wrong with a little fear." He smiles, putting out a fist, "fucked up together, right?"

You smile despite the bitter sweetness of it, "yeah." You bump his fist with your own.

The two of you settle into bed after he shuts off the light. But it's not completely dark- it never is. You can't stand complete darkness, and neither can he, so the small lamp on his bedside table stays on. You curl into his chest, taking a deep breath of his scent. Mustard. No blood, no alcohol. You sigh a little, and his arm wraps around you- though his phalanges don't touch you, they never do. You're safe with him.

...

Sans feels your breathing even out as you fall asleep, warmth and anger blooming in his soul at the same time. Despite his desire to tighten his hold on you- so nothing can snatch you away- he doesn't. You haven't said it, but he knows any kind of restrictive pressure gets your heart racing, so he tries to refrain.

As the night gets late, he remains awake, staring at the door, waiting. If that asshole decides to make a move, he's going to be ready. A soft growl rumbles in his ribcage. Nothing is ever going to touch you again. He knows what it's like to be afraid, and if he's able to give you even a moment of reprieve from that fear, he won't sleep a wink.

[revisedgrthe2nd]

~Maybe You'll Change~ An Undertale Fic

* Determination.

Word Count: 3922

Character Count: 22258

TW'S/CW's: Heavy usage of a knife, repeated main character death, and mild-to-sometimes-slightly-intense gore as well as violence.

Summary: Frisk had come far, now. From the Ruins, all the way to the end, they had grown so immeasurably powerful. And they could tell the end was approaching. They felt it, deep in their very SOUL. What was Flowey saying? It didn't matter. …He seemed scared. Good. He disappeared into the ground again. That's fine. There's barely anywhere left for him to run. With Flowey temporarily out of their way, they step into the glistening hall.

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Golden rays cast themselves over the corridor, entering from a myriad of stained-glass murals on the left wall. Pillars line the hall, each with their own small pocket of shadow, protecting anything within from sight. And yet, this did not completely hide the individual standing at the end of the room—not that he was trying to be stealthy. Frisk would normally feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement, at the prospect of their journey reaching its end. And once upon a time, they did.

But their actions. Their LV. Their EXP. It stained their SOUL and clouded their mind. There was no joy, in this sure victory. Just a hollow, empty feeling. They were getting stronger. They reach out and touch the golden star before them, so vibrant, and elegant. There was nothing. No words of encouragement or affirmations of Determination. They SAVE. It was time.

Frisk marches down the final corridor, like a soldier into battle, each step rhythmic and practiced, from their endless search for monsters to slay. It takes what feels like an eternity to reach the shadowy figure, whose identity they already know. They make no reaction when Sans steps out from the dark, and greets them with a smile. “heya.” They thought about attacking Sans right then and there. But… Still. A part of them is curious as to what he has to say, given everything they've done. If this is to be their judgement, like so many times before… Yes. This would be very, very interesting.

“you've been busy, huh?” He continues. To no response. “…so. i've got a question for ya.” He closes his eyes, deep in thought, before finally letting out what he yearned to ask. “do you think... that even the worst person, can change? that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?” What was he doing? It was almost laughable, his attempt at appealing to the anomaly's humanity. Pathetic. All Frisk answers with is a step forward, and a brandish of their knife.

“right.” Sans sighs, after hearing their footstep, almost certainly having expected that. Still. An admirable attempt, Frisk had to admit. Everyone was dead, and this skeleton still had the gall to parrot his late brothers' words. “well, here's a better question.” The monster opens his eyes. They're entirely hollow. A face Frisk had seen once before, way back in Snowdin. God, how it scared them, back then. Almost made them give up entirely on this path. Now? There was no room for fear. Only power.

“d o y o u w a n n a h a v e a b a d t i m e ?” Frisk raises an eyebrow, faint enough that even they don't realize it. “'cause if you take another step forward, you are really not going to like what happens next."

Frisk steps forward immediately, accepting the challenge in earnest. Their face, for the briefest of moments, even contained... A faint smile. But it was gone, before either party could register its existence.

Sans shrugs, closing both eyes once more. “welp. sorry, old lady.” A part of Frisk not belonging to them bubbles in anger, for a moment, at the reference to Toriel. But it subsides quickly enough. His eyes open. Not hollow, and yet, the expression conveys about as much disappointment. “this is why i never make promises.” Sans pauses for a moment, letting the silence convey the hell the human has wrought. But he continues. The only path is forward, and stalling wouldn't be tolerated for much longer. “it's... a beautiful day, outside.” Dust is scattered across the underground, Frisk internally finishes. And the surface will be draped in ash. “birds are singing,” horrid funerary knells. “flowers are blooming,” living the remainder of their lives in the dark. “and on days like these, kids like you…”

The world grows darker, for just a moment. “s h o u l d b e b u r n i n g i n h e l l .” That, at least, Frisk could agree on. Taking this as their cue to start, Frisk lunges toward Sans, swinging their knife! But as the blade careens through the air, their momentum halts, and the swing finishes mere inches away from the skeleton's chest. Their SOUL had been turned blue. Sans flicks his hand forward, causing Frisk's SOUL, and by extension, them, to be sent flying back to the end of the corridor they had arrived from. They slam into the wall, gritting their teeth from the pain, as they feel tiny trails of blood drip down the back of their head.

The wall begins to crack further, and before they can react, bones jut out, impaling them all throughout. Their torso and legs are pierced; their arms have barely been spared, and their skull is just a little too thick to be stabbed so easily. They can feel their energy and HP, draining at a rapid pace, from the attack. Mercifully, the bones retreat into the wall after another few moments, leaving Frisk to fall to the ground, bloody and riddled with holes. And only a few seconds into the fight, too.

This would be fun, they thought. Slowly, but surely, they push themselves off the floor, gripping their knife ever tighter as they rise and make a mad dash down the corridor. But they don't get very far before another onslaught of bones begins to assault them, stabbing out of the walls near Sans and flying down the golden hall, creating a zigzag pattern that Frisk expertly runs through. They only suffer a minor cut on their calf near the end.

By the time he ran out of bones, Frisk was mere feet away. They select FIGHT from their little wheel of actions, but don't get the chance to lunge again. Time seems to slow, as a dragon-looking skull appears between them, charging something in its mouth. With no ability to correct themselves out of the line of fire, Frisk braces for the attack! A white-hot laser slams into them. Their skin is scorched, burned, and torn, until they are eventually completely eviscerated. They now lie on the floor, a tattered, flaming corpse. Their SOUL rises from their chest, red, and glistening. It snaps in half, in a crooked, uneven manner. It shatters into thousands of pieces.

FILE 1 LOADED

Frisk was back in the corridor, right where they had saved. For a good few moments, they're just… Still. Processing what had happened. Replaying the few seconds it had taken them to die, over, and over, and over again, baffled. They expected a challenge. They expected Asgore to be their final obstacle, ten times worse than Undyne ever was. But no. That role was taken. By Sans the Fucking Skeleton. They sigh, disappointed, and yet, with an ever-slowly-building sense of… Excitement? They hadn't felt that since Undyne harnessed the power of Determination against them.

Regardless of this rising feeling, the more potent emotion dominates their face. Scowling all the way down the corridor, Sans steps from the shadows once again. He starts talking, and Frisk begins to zone out, until they hear his first few words. “heya. you look... frustrated about something.” This catches their attention, and the change in expression, as subtle as it may be, doesn't go unnoticed by the skeleton.

His eyes go hollow, once more. “guess i'm pretty good at my job, huh?” He closes his eyes again, ready to start the same spiel as last time. … Hopefully.

“it's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing,” he throws his hand out of his pocket, turning Frisk's SOUL blue like last time, and flinging them to the opposite end of the corridor. Anticipating what to do now, although still heavily caught off guard, Frisk manages to leap away just in time to avoid being impaled. Gravity returns to normal. Significantly less injured than last time, Frisk rushes down the corridor, dodging the zigzag bones, and taking their time even after getting within slashing distance of Sans. Sure enough, the skull- blaster? -appears, charging its laser. Frisk tactically rolls to the side, before bumping into another skull right at the end.

'Shit' is all that courses through their mind, as the skull discharges its laser right into their side, sending them flying to the other wall, and severely burning them. Their skin flakes, and scorches, as the flame spreads up their arm, said limb having taken the brunt of the attack. It was now nearly useless, the nerves were damaged, and the blade had slipped from their grasp due to this. There was no pain. They had forsaken that weakness somewhere around LV. 10 or 12. But still, it was definitely a pain. They were never good with their left hand, but it's their only choice, as they slip down the wall, and take the dagger once more. Only to be completely engulfed by another laser right after. They really needed to pay more attention, they thought, as their body was once again obliterated. Their SOUL shatters.

FILE 1 LOADED

They return to the end of the corridor, quickly turning ninety degrees to the left, and stomping their way back down to Sans. He wears a shit-eating grin, not too different from his usual one. In fact, it might be his normal look, Frisk wasn't a stickler for details. Not anymore. All that mattered was wiping it off his skull, by any. Means. Necessary. They tune back in, right as he starts going on whatever tangent he feels like, this time. “heya. that look on your face… that's the look of someone who's died two times in a row.” He closes his eyes, as Frisk tightens their grip on the knife.

“suffice to say, you look really… unsatisfied. heh. alright then.” Opened eyes. Hollow, once again.

“wanna help me make it a third?” Cue the battle, as the opening attack repeats with 1-to-1 levels of accuracy with all other attempts before. They get scraped by the bones that stab from the wall at the beginning, but only enough to take- they check their hp -ten damage. This motherfucker dealt ten damage from less than a second of contact. They were barely even cut, yet it's like their blood is finding any and all ways to escape their body, as if the rate at which they bled out was just… Tripled. This entire scenario would've been unthinkable even five, ten, or twenty minutes ago. Sans had a strange effect applied to his attacks, had complicated patterns, had fucking lasers…

Luckily, they get a reprieve from thinking about that clusterfuck of a situation. Sans' attack had ended. After three deaths. Horrible start, but could be worse. Sans speaks up, again. “huh." He shrugs, winking at Frisk. “always wondered why nobody ever used their strongest attack first.” And he's smart, to top off the list of ways Frisk is screwed over, here. But it doesn't matter. He could have every possible advantage given to him on a silver platter, and none of it would save him, because Frisk was not about to give up. Their Determination- as well as their willingness to beat this joke of a character -was all they needed. Infinite attempts mean that anything with a possibility higher than zero is effectively a guarantee, and Frisk was about to prove that.

Just, y'know… Had to die. A lot. Who knows? Maybe the fight would end in one hit! After all, they had just gotten their strongest weapon yet, it'd be strange for this skeleton to resist it. Not that he hadn't been full of surprises today, but as Frisk rushed forward, knife brandished, they knew hope was essential. They swing their dull blade through the air, meeting their mark with a heavy... ...Nothing. They strike open air. Sans had sidestepped their attack, and in his place, in big, bold lettering, “MISS” appears. It doesn't stay for long, disappearing by the time they recover from their failed strike.

“what, did'ja expect me to just stand there and take it?" He winks. Again. That godforsaken wink… Frisk's body almost moves on its own when they apply pressure to the ground, rocketing toward the annoying skeleton. They strike again. And he dodges. Again. Another strike. He dodges. They go for another slice. Their blade does hit something, though it's not Sans' rib cage. The implement gets stuck between two bones, which rose up and met Frisk's strike perfectly, trapping the weapon firmly.

They let go, leaping backward as their survival instincts kicked in. They were right to do so, as a bone burst through the floor, right where they were standing. Frisk furrows their brow slightly, thinking on the fly to find a plan of attack. They step around the bone that they'd narrowly just avoided, dash forward, and crouch into a slide. They thrust their foot into one of the bones that held their blade, and caught it on the way down. Slice, slice, slice, as they use their momentum to spring back to a standing position. Sans was out of range for the first hit and ducked under the second. When he did, a bone launched from behind where his head was. It didn't pierce Frisk's skull, thankfully, but it certainly left them rattled after slamming into their face.

They fall back onto the ground, stunned, and shocked. There's a blinding light above them. They roll to the right, narrowly avoiding a blaster that fires directly at where they just were. The vapor, or plasma, or whatever it is, spreads out slightly from the impact site, catching Frisk on the arm, and lowering their HP further. 57/92, from the smack to the face, and the brief contact with hot death. This fight would take forever, if things continued in this manner, but luckily, Frisk had gotten over the shock factor. Now all that was left was his death.

…But Frisk, having spent too much time pondering, was finally struck with a lethal blow. One bone. Right through the heart. A part of them felt frustrated, and even disappointed, having left themselves so open like that. But it was for the best. A clean slate, to do things over again, now that they knew what to expect. They fall to their knees. And then they die.

FILE 1 LOADED

They walk to Sans. Whatever he says doesn't matter. They dodged his first attack. Flawlessly, this time, having gotten the general patterns down pat. And then, the real fight begins. Sans was… Formidable. If his first attack didn't prove that to Frisk, the onslaught of tricks and surprise attacks certainly did. He took after his brother, like that. Or… Was it the other way around? No time to ponder that, Frisk is dead. Again.

FILE 1 LOADED

Skip Sans' dialogue. Dodge the first attack. Get a little farther, avoiding his moves with learned and practiced motions. As long as they took the same actions, so did Sans, and that means, they could easily learn how to overcome this joke. This cruel, twisted, sick joke of a monster. What was Sans talking about, now? Timelines? And how, after a certain point, every single one just… Ends? Fascinating. But they were never a fan of science fiction. And besides, if that was true, then that means Frisk had already won. So why was he delaying the inevitable...?

FILE 1 LOADED

Frisk hated Sans' platform attacks. Where the floor was overrun with bones and the only safety was a green-outlined black platform, which took them through a deadly gauntlet of bones and attacks. That's what just killed them—the movement, forcing them to stumble right into a laser. They don't let Sans finish his “judgement”, this time, not that it matters. He stops them before he has to expend any stamina dodging. And that's what this had come down to—a war of attrition. They just had to outlast this comedian, and then they would be done.

FILE 1 LOADED

Frisk hated Sans' attacks.

FILE 1 LOADED

Frisk hated Sans' ass-pull of a move that was the "blaster".

FILE 1 LOADED

Frisk hated this. Dying, over and over and over and over and over and over-

FILE 1 LOADED

But the one thing Frisk hated more than that… Was h i m. And that hate was what kept them going, all the way until Sans started to… Sweat? A few deaths ago, Frisk would've questioned it, but now? They just take the time to rest. Sans starts to speak again, and considering the sudden change in demeanor, Frisk decides to listen as the mood takes a drastic shift.

“…hey. kid.” He pauses for a moment. There was no response from the human. As usual.

He continues. "you ever get the feeling that, maybe, once upon a time, you could've done better?” Oh, god, was he really trying this again? Appealing to their humanity, or whatever?

“No.” Frisk's answer was blunt, but the fact that Sans got one at all came as a bit of a surprise to both parties.

“right. right… well. your face says otherwise. that's a look of recognition. or, at least, it was.” Sans is winking again. Frisk tightens their grip.

“i think… that not only could you have done better, but at some point…" Sans' expression shifts to one of worried understanding.

“…you did." A crack forms on the hilt of their knife. Their grip can't tighten any further, but they certainly try, to the point of their hand shaking.

“kiddo, 's your responsibility to do the 'right thing'. don't you remember it all? the puzzles, the good food, the bad laughs… the nice friends?” Wait, did he… Actually remember? Frisk thought only Flowey and themself could do that!

“don't you remember me? remember us? what we all shared, together, under the open sun?” Every word brings another memory to their mind. All the friends they made. And the happy life they lived, for a time, on the surface. They had… Fun.

“please. if you're listening to me, even a little... just put that weapon down. we don't have to fight. from one friend, to another... please.” They step forward after he stops talking, out of instinct, but moments later, they grow rigid. Sans… Remembered. They… What… How…? They look down at their dust-stained hands, their expression reflecting in the blade… The monster remains caked on nearly every inch of their skin. And they realized the grief Sans must be feeling. What… What were they doing? Their grip loosens, a little. Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton… They'd killed them all. They had killed their own fucking mom, why- The blade tumbled from their hands. It hits the floor, with a discordant clank.

They collapsed to their knees. They feel every sin, every LV, and every EXP crawling up their spine. It was almost too much to bear, with Frisk digging their nails into the floor, actually piercing some concrete or whatever it was made from, and pulling at it as though it were as malleable as sand. The material is crushed into a fine dust, in their hands. It floats away, carried by a soft breeze, much like every other speck of dust they'd spread through their travels.

Frisk doesn't dare to say anything. What is there to say, other than “I'm sorry”? And it's not like “sorry” is going to bring those dead monsters back. They could RESET. And upon remembering the power that brought them to this point in the first place, they immediately decide that's what they're going to do. As soon as… They do right by Sans. And accept his MERCY. Frisk is hesitant to stand, again. But they do. After a time. No matter how hard they try, the tears just won't come, but Sans can see the despair and desperation on their face.

Frisk brings out their little action wheel, cycling left once from FIGHT, to reach MERCY. They tap it, and hit Spare. Sans seems… Surprised, for a moment. But this surprise is swiftly suppressed. He smiles. “wow. didn't think you had it in ya, kid. after all that.” Frisk can't bring themselves to meet his gaze.

“i know how hard this must be, for you. to go back on everything you've worked up and throw it all away, at the last moment. but…” They try anyway. And partially succeed.

“i want you to know…” Sans steps forward.

“i won't let it go to waste.” He opens his arms, and winks.

“…c'mere, pal.” Frisk doesn't wait even a moment, rushing into Sans' arms immediately. They grab at his jacket, holding the hood tight, resting their face on his shoulder. The tears finally, mercifully, came, streaming down their cheeks and staining parts of the skeleton's apparel. It felt… Good. To just cry, like this. The agony they felt with each and every kill finally catching up to them, and exiting infinitely faster than it was gained. For a moment, everything felt… Okay, again. Like they were living in that Pacifist timeline they had, before. Like Sans… Understood. Everything was okay.

Then, they felt it. It barely even felt like a prick in their chest, and yet, looking down… A full-sharpened bone had been shoved through their heart. Their strength almost immediately fades, their knees buckling, causing them to fall over, landing on their side, and swiftly bleeding out. How they weren't dead yet was… A miracle. Sans stands over them, smiling, winking, and shrugging—the usual. What he said next, however, was entirely unexpected. “geeeetttttttttt dunked on!” Frisk was baffled, what little energy they had left being expended on this confusion.

“if we're really friends…” Hollow eyes, again.

“you won't come back.” And then… Frisk was dead. No fanfare. Nothing. Just…

FILE 1 LOADED

…Back in the corridor. At their Save Point. Silent and motionless, Frisk stood in the same spot for what was probably a good ten minutes. Just… Processing. Replaying the moment over, and over, and over, and over again in their head. The change in mood, the convincing plea from Sans, Frisk accepting it, Sans' betrayal kill… Sans, spare, death, Sans, spare, death, Sans, spare, death, until eventually… Frisk starts to laugh. At first, a low chuckle that quickly erupts into a cacophony of giggling! Sans… Just flipped the tables, on them. Sparing them, only to stab them in the back—that's exactly what they did! How poetic, honestly, bravo to that lazybones for even thinking to do that!

Alright, Frisk had to admit, this… It was the greatest joke Sans had ever told. They weren't upset. That would imply they had been wronged, but really, they got exactly what they deserved. Sans… Deserved this victory. That was the type of bold move that was so stupid that it actually worked. And Frisk had at least some respect for that. They summon the RESET button, right at their fingertips, still smiling from Sans' annoyingly effective prank, their laughter now a low rumble. “You win,” is all they utter, before hitting the button. The entire universe is enveloped in a white glow, and then… It all starts over.

[hext00ns]

Springtime Slog {@sicktember}

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Ships: Miles/Phoenix / Miles & Phoenix & Gumshoe

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Miles has never been a fan of springtime due to his regularly scheduled allergies. Phoenix takes it upon himself to help.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 13: Seasonal / Pet Allergies}

The prosecutor walked into the main lobby of the court house. His entire face felt swollen and disgusting. Half of it was currently covered with a white mask but anyone with two eyes and half a brain could see by just his eyes that he was practically a zombie.

Luckily, a man matching that criteria happened to notice the other from across the room.

“You look awful,” Phoenix greeted once he’d walked close enough to be heard.

Miles turned to him and gave the other a glare. “An astute observation, Wr-“ he was cut off by a loud sneeze.

“Maybe you should go home and rest,” Phoenix responded, ignoring Miles’ snippish reply.

“I’m fine,” the prosecutor argued. Though the congested sound of his voice betrayed his words. “Besides, I have work that must be done.”

“Can’t someone else do that?” Phoenix questioned, putting a hand to his hip. “I mean you are High Prosecutor. Don’t you have, like, Payne or someone you can shove work off to for a day?”

Miles scoffed. “You really think I would trust that fool to do anything important? There’s a reason he’s almost exclusively on rookie cases.” He began walking down the hall, only for Phoenix to follow him. Not that he expected anything less. “Besides, it’s nothing serious. Just allergies.”

“Oh right, I almost forgot you always turn into goo during spring.”

“I do not ‘turn to goo’,” Miles huffed. “I’m just a bit under the weather. Not that it matters.”

“Don’t you have meds or something for that?”

“Of course.”

“Then why are you walking around half covered in snot?”

Miles stopped walking and turned on his heels to look at the other. “Is there a reason you feel the need to interrogate me?”

Phoenix skidded to his own stop and put his hands up defensively. “Woah, woah. No interrogation. I was just asking.”

Miles breathed a harsh sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, save your questions for cross examinations. I really don’t have time for this.”

“Wait,” Phoenix grabbed at him to keep him from walking off again, “at least let me take you to the cafe for some tea or something. It’ll probably help with your throat and stuff.”

Miles decided not to ask how in the hell Phoenix could tell his throat was sore. Though, knowing the other attorney it was possible he took a shot in the dark and still hit the bullseye. He only gave another sigh and said, “Fine. If it will get you off my back long enough so I can do my work.”

Phoenix gave the other a triumphant smile and led him towards the court cafeteria. They both picked out a blend and made their respective teas before sitting at one of the tables.

Whoever thought that using a Keurig coffee machine as a makeshift tea kettle was going to be brought in for a talk regarding their salary, Miles decided as he forced down the first few sips of his Lady Grey.

“This is disgusting,” he hissed out finally.

“I mean, yeah,” Phoenix chuckled. “But it’s better than just downing hot water.”

“Mm, not by much,” Miles mumbled. However, Phoenix was right about it helping his throat. It was still a bit sore but it didn’t hurt as bad to talk.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they sipped their teas. Miles knew he couldn’t stay much longer, he really did have work to attend to for the day. However, there was something nice about this. Just… existing with the other. Being cared for even if only in such a small way. It, admittedly, meant a lot to him.

After a bit, he heard a familiar voice call out to them. When he turned he noticed Detective Gumshoe jogging over to them.

“Heya, Mista Edgeworth! Heya, pal!” he greeted them both with his usual booming voice. “I grabbed those meds for ya!” The detective said as he handed over a box of allergy medication to Miles.

“I didn’t ask for-” he stopped and looked up at Phoenix.

The defense attorney was sipping his tea in an attempt to hide a smile. Looking back down at the box, Miles noted that it was the very brand he always got. Though, he would be more likely to assume that bit was courtesy of the good detective and less the meddlesome attorney.

“How the hell did you know?”

“Know what? That you were out of your meds?”

That caught Miles by surprise all on his own. It was one thing for Phoenix to assume that he had forgotten to take them that morning; which would have been the much more obvious deduction. However, it was another to believe that Miles had run out completely and be correct.

Phoenix, however, only smiled. “I remember you complaining the other day that you haven’t had time to go shopping lately. That and the fact that your allergies are, like, a million times worse than normal. And you hardly ever screw up your daily habits even at your worst. It was just a guess but.” He didn't continue, only shrugged.

Miles sat agape at the other. Finally, he let out a humored breath and tore open the package. “You truly are something else, Wright.”

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