#i tend to hc grillby in any form as being - deep down - extremely passionate even if he doesn't show it

[nighttimelights-prompted]

First off: your writing is legit awesome. Second, whenever you feel like it, maybe something about UF Grillby reacting to his s/o, one night after a rough day at the bar, just showering him in gentle, genuine affection? Compliments, cuddling, sweet "i love yous" and such. Thanks for reading my silly prompt, again yojr writing is awesome! Purple Flame Man needs more love! XD

(aw thank you so, so much sweet anon! i 100% agree with you on needing more love for UF Grillby - and i am always into writing the firebae, so i’m quite delighted to take another swing at him… admittedly, perhaps too delighted. so here we go, some fluff with the purple flame man to hopefully tide us all over~)

You had felt the quiet roiling fury and frustration of Grillby’s soul even from your apartment miles away from his bar. Your hands were donning your coat before you had a second thought - it had been a long time since Grillby had been like this, and ego be damned - you were going to be there for him if…

… You paused. No, no, you had a better idea, upon that second thought… one you think would be much better for him in the long run. He didn’t need to get the urge to dust a monster for threatening you should you end up snapping back at their rude demeanor… again.

So a few hours later, at a time so late in the night that it was dangerously close to better being deemed the early hours of the morning, you heard Grillby’s door click open and slam shut. The rush of heat was immediate - but you had planned for that, and were dressed in far lighter clothes than the outside weather would call for. You had also planned for the sudden quiet from him, cut off mid-roaring crackle, as he registered another presence in his apartment, and before he could gleam further information-

“Hey there, Grill,” you greeted, stepping immediately into view, your voice soft and your expression knowing. He sighed at the sight of you, and you felt a brush of his energy by your soul as he recognized your presence the moment before he even caught sight of you.

“… Hello, my dear. What are you doing here?” He said, striding over to you. The tension in his shoulders was obvious, even as his anger tempered marginally at greeting you. His arm circled your waist and he leaned down, immediately claiming your lips in a kiss, his burning temperature just shy of pain, causing you to sigh into him and press into his hold a little more firmly despite yourself.

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His chuckle buzzed against your lips, doing terribly wonderful things to your core even as he pulled away, his one arm still around your waist, the other lifting so his hand could lift to your chin.

“… Not that I mind, of course,” he continued, his voice decidedly lower.

You laughed - a little breathlessly - and shook your head. “Well, being greeted like that is never a deterrent,” you said, a mischievous tilt to your expression. You pressed a hand to his chest then, willing yourself to push back the desire a little to better attend to your original intentions. “But no, I wanted… to do a little something for you,” you said, your tone softer once again, a smile on your face.

Grillby’s expression shifted, a flaming violet brow quirking upward as he considered you… then followed your gaze as you looked back towards his impeccably crafted stone table. You had laid out drinks, including a particular blend of whiskey you knew he was fond of, accompanied by a favorite meal of his that he himself had taught you how to cook.

“… Well, I know I’m certainly not in any sort of line with you in terms of cooking… but I thought with how I felt your day seemed to go-”

“It’s perfect.”

Grillby’s words cut you off as you looked back up to him, your cheeks flushing. He was looking back down at you - there was no smile on his face, but there was something painfully, beautifully intense in the white-hot glow of his eyes as he held you closer yet.

“… Come on, before it gets cold,” you replied softly, catching his hand at your chin to press a small kiss to it.

You ate in relative silence, a comfortable peace coming over you both as you chose a soft, instrumental playlist to let play in the background. He set down his silverware as he finished and leaned back in his chair, his legs stretching out, brushing against yours as he lifted his whiskey to his mouth. His eyes leveled on you again, and you leaned back and lifted your drink in turn as you returned his gaze.

“If you’d like to talk about it, I’m here for you,” you offered as he took a sip. It was an offer you had made before, and meant just as genuinely then.

He continued looking at you, then finally sighed and ran a hand through the flames flaring over his head. He scowled as he focused on his whiskey.

“My dear, it is nothing I wish for you to be concerned over. Simply… ongoing frustration with a certain status of things.”

You leaned forward, your hands near his. “That’s a terrible argument, and you know it. My concern is for you, so that would only naturally extend. I’m never burdened by knowing what matters to you.”

“For a human, you’re incredibly quick on your feet.”

“I’ll take that as the well-meant compliment it was for no doubt the dozenth time. And my statement still stands.”

His gaze shifted to you, catching the soft grin on your face. He huffed, the sound half a laugh, half something of disgust at whatever was running through his mind.

“Very well, then.”

Without ceremony, he stood and in the same motion swept you out of your chair and into his arms. You, admittedly, squeaked, which led to a devilish twist in his otherwise stoic expression. Your arms had looped around his neck, so you pulled yourself just a little closer, leading to a thrill of warmth near your soul as his responded to your actions. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He hummed, a low rumbling sound that you could feel throughout his body. Now in his bedroom, you felt him shift to remove his shoes without letting you go. He sat down in his enormous bed then, the pristine comforter barely budging as he did so - you knew from experience it was weighted, lined with a special material that both allowed air through while retaining heat. Pillows shifted behind you both as he leaned back, releasing you just enough to where you could lay slightly over him, slightly alongside him.

One arm held you close, the other released you in favor of his hand roaming to your hair, twisting it in his hands, lending a particularly soft curl to the locks he twirled absently around his fingers.

“… The human official returned today, saying they were going to reject my filing for their absurd liquor-brewing laws. Apparently, they cannot trust the quality or purity of something ‘hand-brewed by a monster’,” he sneered. You felt the anger rising in him again, his heat flaring just slightly with it.

“We’ll appeal it,” you said softly. You knew he wasn’t a fan of vague sympathetic apologies. Instead your head rested near his shoulder, your hand smoothing out gently over his chest, your thumb brushing in a gentle, reassuring motion. “I’ll appeal it. I may have a connection that could help us - you,” you said, correcting yourself as casually as you could, hoping the heat of your cheeks would be hidden amongst the ambient heat of him.

Grillby was quiet for a moment, his hand suddenly still. “… us,” he said, repeating your word back at you.

You didn’t say anything.

“… us,” he repeated. His hand tilted your chin upwards, gently forcing you to look at him. His gaze captured yours, and you felt your soul tighten in your chest at the bright, unmistakeable burning of his flames. His voice was quiet, a rough, low, serious crackle that pierced straight through you. “My dear. Do you truly…?”

You weren’t sure you were breathing properly, but you found your voice. “I love you,” you replied. “I know that. You know that. My soul knows that…”

It throbbed happily in your chest at your words, and you felt Grillby’s energy brush against you again.

You continued, “… and, well, I think your soul knows that, Grill. I don’t - nothing has to change. But I love you. I love your sharp mind, your cunning - the way you’re able to analyze and measure every situation to your best benefit so quickly, the deft slip of your hands as you mix drinks or cook, the way you stride through a room and command everyone’s attention should you wish it - the way that beneath the commanding and sharp exterior, you’ve got an indescribable and unwavering passion for your craft and for those you care about… And… just - no matter what this shitty world throws at you, I’ll be by your side, as long as you’ll have me.”

Your hand had drifted to his jaw as you spoke. You held him as he held you, a long, quiet moment stretching between you both as something swelled and burned and sung so very, very sweetly between your souls.

At last, he pulled you closer yet, his forehead tipping to brush against yours.

“… You mean that, I can feel it…” he murmured. It wasn’t quite disbelief in his voice, but something so very close to it, so close that it made your hand smooth downwards towards his neck, unable to find words, but grounding him with your caress as surely as he was grounding you in the storm of swelling emotions twisting and slipping between your souls.

“Every word and more,” you said.

He closed the last breath of distance between you, capturing your lips once more in a kiss. This one was even more insistent than the last, a passion and need behind his movements that had you letting out a soft gasp as you returned the kiss, your hand gripping at the strong line of his neck as his hands dragged red-hot along your skin, a thrilling heat that only had you wanting more.

“Grillby,” you gasped as you broke away just for a moment.

“I want to claim you,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering, intense, absolute. “You, dearheart… I love you. I love you, so much that my soul can barely stand your absence, so much that despite every inch of what has occurred in my lifespan warning me of the dangers of attachment - I would rather take on the world than have you parted from me,” he swore.

Your breath was fully stolen from you as he kissed you once more, pulling back only a breath’s space to speak once more.

“My soul is dark, my dear, something I know you’re aware of by now. It burns fiercely, but many a charred mark stand on its surface for what I’ve done. And still… if you’d have it, my damned soul is yours, as surely as yours would be mine.”

You lost your battle with the wetness pooling at the corners of your eyes. Despite it, your voice was firm and lined with the pulsing joy emanating from your very soul as you dragged him in for another kiss, your words ghosting over his mouth.

“Grillby, you brilliant, handsome fool, I’d want nothing more.”

[nighttimepixels]

okay, answering a few extremely spoiler heavy asks below!

and, perhaps importantly - there’s art >v> so if you’ve played [Soul Redacted] and would like a deeper peek into those most heavily tied to the end of the game, check out below the cut! <3

everyone else - AVERT THINE EYES, YA CUTIES. i cannot stress enough how spoiler heavy this stuff is (；・∀・)

first off, bless all of you, i love you guys so much XD and @ut-stuff, seriously - i made the most delighted of noises when i saw your ask because i cannot tell you how excited i am that anyone noticed those little details-!! seriously i chose all those things very specifically and actually spent a lot of time considering their designs, so i’m so happy you mentioned it TvT

and alright, the rest of this post will be addressing your general questions and more on the Gasters! <3

first off: sweet sweet Void men in color reference

in order, of course, we have Gaster, Dings, The Doctor aka Doc, and WD.

why are Dings and WD shirtless, you ask, @with-a-whisper?

because they always are.

as for their relationships with their respective bros, the Gasters are all the middle brother.

shhhh anyone reading this i know i know the most popular Gaster hc is him as their dad but Gasters are so loosely canon anyways that listen this is a delightful hc to work with i have no shame

a few things all the Gasters have in common:

-former Royal Scientist (of course) -middle of the skeleton brothers -Gaster & Doc’s Sanses and Dings & WD’s Papyruses went to work multiple jobs not even in their field after their own scientific studies to support their middle brothers going through extensive schooling -in the end, the science bros & their Gasters worked together in the Royal Lab -all of them breach 7 feet tall

and, bonus:

both Doc G and WD are missing their right arms.

and, individually, some fun facts about these nerds:

Gaster:

- every coffee he drinks has at least 3 spoons of sugar and so much cream - the most mechanically inclined of the above 4 - his favorite story genre is comedic soap operas/foreign ‘dramas’ - once visited Sans at one of his jobs to bring him a surprise lunch at one of his jobs in the Capital, since Sans tended to skip it - he found him being harassed by some monsters who were calling him a dropout and a failure. Sans was ignoring it in a way that said he was clearly used to it... Gaster had never moved so fast in his life, his magic summoning to form a wall and verbally tearing the assholes apart in the most pleasant voice and cutting gaze they’d ever know. - first experimented with Determination injects to try and save Undyne (his classmate and friend) and her mother when the two were trapped in a cave-in - her mother didn’t survive, but he stabilized the less-grievously wounded Undyne enough to prevent her from Falling (and giving her her eyepatch/ability to be ‘the Undying’), but her subsequent ‘powersurge’ of magical release destroyed his lab and notes, forcing him to start everything from scratch. - interestingly enough, he’s the most sly of the 4 - he’s a genuine guy and very charming, but he’s also got a mischievous streak a mile wide~ - the only one who has been able to outpun Sans on more than one occasion - a song that suits his taste and personality: Two Evils by Bastille

Dings:

- he loves all things citrus and sour candy - the most technically (programming, etc) inclined of the 4 - y’know my fond concept of echoflower brownies? .... yeah, he was known for them. figured out the best way to use echoflowers medicinally overall, and was pleasantly surprised by his side findings for their recreational uses as well XD - he used to always wear an orange hoodie... until one day, Stretch came home to their tiny rundown studio apartment in the Capital, carrying Blue on his back after he arrived in time to stop Blue from getting hurt by some vicious bullies. Stretch’s favorite sweater was torn to hell and back - without hesitation, once Blue was settled in to rest, Dings gave Stretch his hoodie, and wouldn’t have it back - saying he’d win a bet with a fellow intern at the lab if he showed up shirtless anyways, and he’d be able to buy them more clothes. - (he did buy Stretch and Blue new outfits, but ended up finding he quite liked walking around shirtless/with an open labcoat. Stretch, meanwhile, has always kept his hoodie, even when Blue didn’t remember Dings anymore and kept asking why he wouldn’t just get himself a new one/initially tried to gift a new sweater instead, the first Gyftmas after Dings was scattered across space-time.) - interestingly enough, the most fiercely protective of his brothers and whomever could count themselves among his friends; seriously, he’s the most chill guy until you go after one of the ones he cares for. just... just don’t do it, unless you wish to find yourself facing death (or significant misfortune, rather) a little too incarnate. - a song that suits his taste and personality: Ways to Fake it by CRX

Doc:

- he created an absinthe-esque liquor for Fellby using echoflowers - it is the most potent alcohol sold in the Underground, and the finest - and his favorite. - the most strategically & innovatively inclined of the 4 - he was there the day Edge got the scars on his face - Sans came to save them both from getting dusted by a local gang in the Capital, nearly getting killed himself in the process, and was forced to dust every single one of the other monsters... including a former friend of his. Doc G swore that day that he’d rise to a position that would never allow his brothers to be touched again. - he lost his arm in an accident when he wouldn’t heed Red’s warnings about pushing himself too hard after they were working together - he made a miscalculation and the experiment backfired, leading him and Red to breach the experimentation with Determination injection to keep him from turning to dust. it stabilized him, but his arm was permanently lost, and Red sacrificed his own HP to better stabilize his brother’s soul in the process without Doc knowing as he had lost consciousness during the injection process. - never forgave himself for his brother’s lost HP, and in secret, tore himself apart trying to find a way to give Red some of his HP back - but Red never told him how he managed it, and refused regardless, always diverting the topic with dark jokes and dirty puns. - interestingly, the most gentlemanly of the 4 post-Void - even Gaster is second to him, because while he’s often more aloof and a little fiery outside of that, he has impeccable manners and a stoic charm that is hard to deny. (his closest friends see his fiery temper and passionate side more often, however) - a song that suits his taste and personality: Arsonist’s Lullabye by Hozier

WD:

- is such a sucker for spiced meads that he recultivated an entire lost farming landscape deep within the caves to allow the monsters to farm again, preventing a famine amidst the growing violence (and securing a crop for his Grillby to end up producing related liquors and creating WD’s favorite drink) - is the most soul-inclined of the above 4 - he was the closest to fully creating artificial soul type technology, or rather - a way to fully prevent monsters from falling, and to potentially create an energy source that would destroy the barrier - the scientific division of the Underground was combined with the Guard (aka, military-esque) - his magic, however, was not as violently-inclined as many other monsters, so as he worked through scientific internships with far greater speed than others thought he should, he faced increasing violent retribution from jealous peers - Black received his facial scars when he came to collect his brother before going shopping for food, and he jumped in the way of an attack and defended his brother. they escaped, and Russ aligned every one of his breaks from that day onwards to ensure he would be there to walk with his brothers... and he also tracked down each and every one of the attackers and ensured they’d never be able to do so again. - when WD found out who was trailing and beating up Black, threatening to kill him, they disappeared... and he happened to obtain the first souls he experimented with to truly study and test his theories. - he lost his arm when he and Russ were cornered in the Capital after a three-day shift at the lab, their magic weakened for their exhaustion - Russ diverted the attack from being a killing blow, getting his facial scar in the process, but WD still lost his arm - thus their first foray into Determination injections. Russ never forgave himself for not being quick enough thanks to his exhaustion - thus his habit of being ever-vigilant even when he appears aloof, and his nap-taking habit - any few minutes give him a sliver of a chance to make the difference that could save his brothers from further pain. - over time, WD became known to not be crossed, he and his brothers alike - anyone who did disappeared, and without any form of investigation once WD secured his position as Royal Scientist. - suave as hell, and actually extremely adept at reading emotions and more, his skill and inclination towards it helping him in his study of souls/etc - if you’re close to him, he’s actually an incredible friend, and if something’s wrong, he’ll know immediately. - curiously, by far the best in all ranges of social interaction post-Void, out of the 4; uses emotional skills and flirtatious humor consistently. - a song that suits his taste and personality: Twisted by MISSIO

aaaaand alright, i’ll stop there for now! oof, that was definitely probably more than you were looking for, but hopefully not too much X) <3 hope you guys like these tall handsome nerds and my headcanons for them!