#skele!reader

[rabid-utmv]

drabble of skele!reader x Copper (Horrorfell sans)

Part One

Ugh, this night was dragging on and on. You were so tired, yet your sister had pestered you and pestered you until you caved. She’d dragged you out for a night of drinking, fun and time with her boyfriend and his brothers.

Red Serif was a renowned playboy, yet whenever you saw him with your sister, that title melted away little by little. He was utterly smitten with her. His bright red eyelights going fuzzy and large anytime he looked at her and when wasn’t he? His younger brother, Edge, was loudly complaining about the quality of the food beside him, seemingly unbothered as his brother paid half attention. Absent-mindedly murmuring, “uh huh.” Every few sentences as he watched your sister on stage.

Her sweet voice echoing through the mic as she sung along to the music, she’d tried to drag you into it. Her infectious excitement almost got you on stage.

But when you’d scanned the room just before saying yes to the karaoke contest, you’d clammed up. Instead using the excuse, you still had some of your drink left before she rolled her eyelights and dropped it.

She grinned at Red from her highlighted spot and his fanged maw grinned back.

“You really like her, huh?” Your voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, Red seemed to startle, entranced by your sister.

He looked at you, a friendly smile on his face, small beads of red tinted sweat appeared on his skull. He didn’t know that you knew how desperate he was to impress not only your sister, but you. Confiding in your younger sibling about how important family was to him and as you being the eldest, felt that your ‘approval’ was important.

His clawed fingers clenched around the glass, letting out a small chuckle. You felt your eyebrows pinch and his chuckle died quicker then hot coal dumped into water.

“er- uh! yer, i do, really- i do.” He thumbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his sternum then smoothing it back down, his jacket was absent; wrapped around the hips of your still singing sister. You could see his eyelights flick over your shoulder to her, incapable of pulling his gaze away for more then a second.

His brothers, cousins- you didn’t know, you’d hardly met them beyond a few encounters with dropping your sister off at Red’s home, all lingered somewhere around the club.

You noticed Noir come up to the bar to converse with Edge, who seemed to realise he’d lost his brothers attention, especially when you caught him scowling down at his elder brother before turning away.

You pulled your gaze away from his and he relaxed a fraction, a flicker of a memory of your sister surfaced.

“Opal- your eye contact is SO intense.”

You hummed, looking over at your sister as your fingers paused the braids you were making with your scarf around your head, your white skull disappearing under the silky gold fabric.

“Y’know monsters and humans get nerves over eye contact, yet you’re pinning them down like a small animal anytime you talk to them.” She leant against your dresser; half dressed for the day out you both had planned. Her phalanges tapped a rhythm against her ilium.

“Well,” guilty you searched for an excuse reason for your intense behaviour and came up short. Instead, you gnawed on your tongue, your fingers resuming the braiding.

She raised her eyebrows, a look of ‘gotcha’ triumphing her expression, “Red especially!” Her white eyelights tracked the movements of your phalanges as you worked on the braid.

That’s where you frowned, pinning your sister with a look, “you know perfectly well why I’m hard on him.” She shot you her own look and you huffed, realising you’d done exactly what she’d just accused you of.

She rolled her eyes, pushing her hip off the dresser to walk behind you, her fingers taking over the work of braiding as you watched her in the mirror. “I know, I know,” she soothed, herself mainly, you guessed, “he is trying! A-and so am I.” She stuttered out.

“Birdy-” you started.

She cut you off, “Opalll.” She near whined out, “give him a chance? He’s so sweet, he got me this necklace I’ve been eyeing the past month.” She shrugged a shoulder, gesturing to the tear drop pearl necklace hanging around her neck, resting beautifully on her sternum.

“Just, the eye contact, its pretty intense.” She added on, you snorted, rolling your eyelights playfully as she finished the first braid.

“I can’t help it.” You replied, your hand curling as you rubbed the underside of your jaw, your hand moving down to adjust the gold chain around your neck. The bright gold glinted in the warm light of your room; the offset of your warm toned jewellery compared by the silver accents your sister wore.

You both enjoyed wearing different coloured scarfs around your heads, styling the long fabric into looks to match your design, you usually chose to braid the fabric. It was trendy, joining in on hairstyling was a tad bit difficult as skeletons.

She hummed as she gathered your scarf into sections, “you don’t have to mask around them, y’know?” Her voice taking a softer tone, one that made your eye twitch uncomfortably.

“Yeah…” You sighed out, looking down at your crossed legs, tucked up and onto your stool.

You’d been shocked, yet comforted, when you’d been diagnosed as autistic. It was weird, out of your teen years and sitting by yourself in the doctor’s office as he went through the diagnoses, what it all meant, what they could do.

Your eye had twitched again when he explained that there wasn’t a ‘cure’ for it.

You weren’t sick. Or ill, or broken or-

“Hey! All done.” Your sisters cheery voice broke through your thoughts, her hands tucking in a few stray flying pieces of fabric as she finished.

You smiled at her in the mirror, fixing your shirt to pull higher up your neck, moving the braids over your shoulders and off your sensitive bones.

“Thanks birdy,” you stood, smiling down at her.

She smiled back, but the little twinkle in her eyelights had you pausing. Her smile morphed into a gremlin smirk, her arms wrapping around your torso before you could dodge her.

“Ugh, okay,” you groaned, your arms awkwardly lifting into the air as she poked her tongue up at you. You tolerated it, for the period she deemed she must ‘hug’ you, showing her love, or whatever, ugh.

Your bones prickled as she let go, “thanks,” she whispered, smoothing down your rumpled clothes as she stepped back out of your bubble.

“Hrm,” you grunted, giving her a side eye as you pulled on your shoes, “you needed it,” was all you said before you ushered her to go and get ready.

Your hand clenched around the sweating glass you were drinking from, you didn’t really like it, whatever it was. Your sister had hailed down the bartender and ordered two of the same, the music rumbling too loudly for you to catch it before he was sauntering off.

Your flat look was met by a giggle from your sister.

The same flat look that now graced your face as Red sweat beside you, looking for words to fill the gap you’d dug.

“she’s real sweet, tha kindest- an’ I mean it, girl i ‘eva met.” He surprised you by placing a hand on your forearm, your bones prickled. But for the sake of your sister, you didn’t flick his hand off.

You glanced at him out the corner of your eye, he wasn’t looking at you, his eyelights fuzzy as he gazed at your sister. “she’s ain’t scared o’ much, darin’ fer someone so small.” You hummed at that, your finger wiping away some of the condensation on the side of the glass. “her laugh is infectious, she cracks jokes better then me! even boss laughs.”

Your lips twitched up as you listened, your soul softening. You didn’t notice how he’d looked back at you, catching something you didn’t hear.

“she’s helpin’ us branch out, discover new things, explorin’ and all that. i ain’t neva met someone so bright as ‘er, she’s like a damn star.” His hand moved to your shoulder, your eyelights flicked to it as he continued, “and i’m real grateful yer given me a chance with ‘er. yer sister, she’s near everythin’ to me.”

Something ached within you, the love that poured freely from his mouth, so openly enthralled with Birdy that you could feel it.

“Red! Opal!” Your sisters voice cut into the lull of silence between you both as you absorbed his words.

She easily hopped into Red’s open arms, his hand leaving your shoulder to catch her much smaller body. His sharp teeth pressed against the top of her head, nuzzling softly.

She smiled up at him, her skull flushed from singing and the alcohol she was slamming down. She’d already made it through a handful of drinks as you nursed your first.

You looked at your sister, her head tilted to glance at you, a silent question present. You softened and slowly nodded.

She squeaked and grappled you into a hug, Red startled as did you, but he was quick to recover, his large arm wrapping around you to pull you in. The two of them embraced you as you froze, an awkward grimace of a smile on your face as you half stood half sat during their hug.

“Ohhh! You big goober!” Birdy’s voice cut over the music, she squeezed her face into yours, having pulled you down to do so. Red pressed another nuzzling kiss to her skull, his fuzzy eyelights looked to you.

You nearly jumped when his hand landed on your head, affectionately rubbing your scarf-wrapped head as Birdy continued to coo into your shared hug.

“BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU SMOTHERING YOUR DATEMATE AND HER SKELETON SIBLING?” Edge’s voice was your ticket out, squawking with embarrassment you prise yourself out of their arms.

Hopping back up onto your stool as you smooth yourself out, the shared loud laughter of Birdy and Red making your embarrassment grow. You shot her a withering glare, causing her to choke on her laugh and look away.

Even Red cowed at the look on your face, Edge merely blinked before his loud voice started again, “WELL, NOIR FOUND A BOOTH FOR AS ALL TO SIT IN, THEY EXPANDED IT SO THE REST OF US COULD ALL JOIN IN THE SAME ONE.”

Birdy clapped her hands, “perfect! Are we able to order from the table?”

Red stood from his stool, his hand loosely placed on her hip as Edge answered, “YES, THEY HAVE THIS WEIRD APP THINGY,” his voice disappeared under the music as he led your sister and Red away, all of them disappearing quickly into the sea of humans and monsters.

Without their voices or the distraction of you watching your sister, the heavy beat of the music filled your ears. The deep bass felt like it was attempting to vibrate the bones of your body away from you.

Your hands clenched around the glass, some small part of you wanted to go after them, but they didn’t ask you to come.

You were left with your dilemma, do you follow? Do you stay? Isn’t it too awkward now, trailing after them like a lost puppy, hanging onto the shirt of your sister like a lifeline in the club?

Nerves crept up on you like a shadow, keeping your rooted to the bar as if your drink was the anchor keeping you there. Watching the figure of your sister disappear into the crowd like the beam of the lighthouse fading in sea fog.

You pulled your gaze from the crowd, the prickle of anxiety dancing over your skin as you stared wide-eyed at your still not finished drink.

No one seemed to bother you for a bit, monsters and humans alike giving you a small berth of space.

Not until a figure shadowed you from the strobing lights of the club, you hadn’t noticed for a moment. Not until you tilted the glass, half considering downing it to get it over with so you could order something else, and the sweat that had gathered on the glass was hardly noticeable.

The bright lights didn’t reach you; something was blocking them. You looked over your shoulder.

Someone.

Probably one of the largest monsters you’d ever seen was standing behind you, you blinked as you recognised him, Copper. Red’s eldest cousin, you’d caught his disappearing form a few times when you’d gone to Red’s huge home. But he’d never stuck around, seemingly just walking around a corner whenever you were there.

You’d summed it up to him maybe not liking humans, or maybe you made him nervous? Your sister had reassured you that maybe he was busy, sharing a secretive look with her boyfriend as you mentioned it.

You’d dropped it after the handful of times happening, really just summing it up that he didn’t like you. His cousins, Edge, Noir, Rus had all been friendly, happy to meet you as the sister of Red’s girlfriend.

Copper stared down at you his one dark red eyelight looked to small as he did, his empty socket half lidded. It gave him a mixed expression, yet it was the first time you’d seen him so up close. The crack that trailed up from his open socket was, to put it plain, nasty. The jagged, aggressive looking hole in the top of his skull was hard to notice from your seated position, but even then, this skeleton towered over everyone in the club.

What mostly caught your gaze was the golden false jaw he had; the pointed shark-like teeth that lined it glinted almost threateningly in the shadowed light he casted.

Both large wounds made you feel sick, but you swallowed passed it, your eyelights dragging away to look him over. His large, huge, maroon jacket was unzipped, revealing the cream sweater underneath. What fascinated you was the black fur lined hoodie that framed his head like a lion’s mane. The dark fabric of his jeans stretched around the swell of his thighs.

Dear stars.

His thigh was mid-level with the bar top. You gulped silently, if you lifted your arms, you could rest your elbows against the bar top whilst you stood. Even with your tad extra height.  

He shifted, eyelight breaking away from yours as he sat down in the stool. From the panicked expressions of the bartenders, you all thought the same thing, would that hold him??

The stool creaked as he sat, sinking pathetically under his weight. He blinked, at least he looked a tad embarrassed as he avoided the now grumpy looks of the staff. His arm rested up on the tabletop, his presence added to the berth everyone already gave you, this side of the bar now basically empty.

You didn’t notice, to busy staring and blinking owlishly up at the giant skeleton.

“don’t… like your… drink?”

You flushed, his voice was sinfully deep, a baritone so many octaves below your own that he easily rivalled the bass of the music. It felt inferior to even consider the bass deep now that you had heard Coppers voice.

He quirked an eyebrow and you bit back a squeak when you realised, you’d just been staring at him and letting him watch your face grow hotter and hotter by the moment.

“Not really,” your lips pulled, an awkward smile on your face.

His shoulders seemed to relax a smidge, a tightness you hadn’t noticed in the corners of his sockets reducing slightly as you replied. “so, what… do… you like?” Each of his words seemed carefully picked, as if he was plucking each of them from a book to cut out and glue together.

It was an effort you realised, for him to talk. Something eased in you, there wasn’t a sense of overwhelming dread as you responded, you didn’t realise that the fear of saying something wrong had disappeared.

“Sweeter drinks, this one’s- ehh, a bit to hard for my taste.” He snorted at your response, his huge, clawed hand lifting to gesture the bartender over.

You blinked, “um! Do you-” fuck, you internally thought, attempting to grapple yourself enough to spit out your sentence, “Elderflower and apple!”

The bartender gave you an odd look.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Do you have anything with Elderflower and apple? V-vodka, by chance?”

She perked up as she finally caught what you were poorly attempting to pass along, “yep! Want me to mix that up for you now?”

“Yes- yes please.” You grinded out, your phalanges squeezing the glass you currently had tight.

The bartender turned to Copper, “anything for you, sir?”

He half glanced at her, “same thing.” She nodded, disappearing down the bar to start mixing them for you both.

“Oh- you don’t have to get the same thing as me!” you jumped in, fuck, you hated feeling like this. Swimming into these interactions, unknown monsters, even worse, he was a hot and unknown monster!

He smirked, the metal gold jaw twisting up with the expression, you chalked it up to magic for the solid metal to be able to shift like that, “s’alright treat… i’d like… ta try it.”

[skeletood]

it's just that dude you always do everything with, no biggie

[kakusu-shipping]

trick or treat! could I maybe request a sans undertale? (or papyrus if you'd rather write for him, i like giving options)

Your eyes fell on Sans, who stood proudly in a black tuxedo, hands in his pants pockets, with a sign around his neck with the word "sorry" written in his hand writing.

"Sans..." You spoke slowly, eyeing him up and down again, squinting to figure out his costume before he had the chance to tell you himself. His smile widened.

"yeah?"

You paused and squinted harder, your mind spinning possibilities. Suit sorry. Prom Apology. Regret Wedding. You were glaring at this point.

"somethin' wrong? too many treats already? or is this some kinda trick?" Sans asked, tilting his head at you. You considered just leaving, maybe the Halloween party wasn't worth it. Worth this. Worth the risk of being at the end of whatever this joke was.

You kept thinking.

Sans didn't say anything as you continued to stand there, door open, staring at him across the living room. He didn't move, didn't breath, just waited. He was use to watching you buffer at his jokes. He could wait as long as you needed.

Your eyes narrowed. Suit, Tux, Dress, Fancy, Formal-

"Formal Apology!" You suddenly shouted in realization. Sans immediately broke into a fit of laughter, presumably at his own joke, which made you too begin to chuckle.

Suddenly Papyrus' door upstairs slammed open, "DON'T LAUGH AT THAT, IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!!"

[floofanflurr]

I’ve finally finished it!!!

The other day @roseinthestars457 finished their fic Give you my best shot on ao3. (go read it!!!) it’s an amazing fic and a pretty hecking momentous occasion to finish a fic of that size! So!!!!!!! FANART!!! Because I love the last chapter and the fic so much.

Thank you so much for writing such an amazing fic and sharing it with us all!

(30 second speed paint and version without text under the cut. And a bit of a ramble)

You told me you trust my judgement for outfits!!! So!!! I gave papyrus the flame crop top I like to draw him in sometimes, and MC a pretty basic long sleeved shirt 🥰

I also bedazzled their cane with washi tape and beads, because MC (and a few of the skeletons…) struck me as the kind of people to decorate their mobility aid!

Please don’t stare too hard at the perspective! I’m not super great at backgrounds and this was one of my first times doing an indoor background. It’s maybe a bit off, but I think it came out okay! Ehehhehe I was a bit worried about how this would come out because of it but… I had to give you my best shot! (I HAD TO MAKE THE PUN, IM SORRY)

Thanks again for pouring out your everything and sharing this story with us 💙

[osleeplessflowero]

Day 1: Decorating + Pumpkin Carving🎃

You wake up in your bed a liiiittle bit too early, but once you remember that it's now officially October, you couldn't bring yourself to go back to sleep.

Since the universe decided to wake you up on its own, you're gonna make it everyone's problem.

You get up from the bed, changing into your clothes for the day and immediately walking to Killer's room, knocking on the door for a bit before it opens to reveal a just-woken-up Killer, rubbing his eyesockets.

"huh- what- what's going on- did nightmare need us to go out or something-"

"Good morning, Killer-"

"oh, hey. so what's the reason for waking me up?"

"It's October- We must decorate for Halloween!"

"..this early?"

"Yes, this early. We should decorate the castle before everyone wakes up to surprise them. And you were the first person I could think of to join me." 

"...can we set up pranks for everyone-"

"Yes, Killer- But they have to be on theme, remember that."

"i can work with that. okay, let me change-"

You wait outside his door as he changes into his usual attire, before walking out of his room and spinning his knife around.

"where to first?"

You eagerly grab his hand and run to your room, grabbing a few boxes of decorations you've been saving since you started living at the castle. 

"we're probably gonna need more than that-"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now hold this." You hand him a fake spider web, moving the boxes out into the hall.

He simply chuckles and walks out after you, leaning back a bit before jumping up and hanging the spider web along the wall.

You take some smaller props and place them around, like small obviously-fake spiders in the most random places you could think of.

"what are the pumpkins for? like these are real."

"We're gonna carve them, obviously-"

"you still carve pumpkins?"

"Uh, obviously- come on, it could be fun. And I'm sure you'd be able to carve one with ease considering your skills."

Killer looks at his knife before looking back to you.

"yeah, alright. just let me move 'em before they get smashed or something."

You look through the box, putting up some mini (properly clothed) skeletons. (If they weren't, that'd certainly be scandalous..)

Killer takes some more of the spider web material, hanging it around Dust's doorway and taking some mini spiders from you, placing them in it. 

"How's this one gonna work?"

"simple. opens the door, face-to-face with spiders in a tired state. let the chaos commence."

"I like it-"

You take some toilet paper and throw it around, jumping up and trying to make sure it stays in place, dangling above the two of you. You tend to fall a few times until Killer just uses his magic to lift you up via your soul, which makes things easier. Once you've hung it up properly, you give him a thumbs up, and he puts you down to grab something else. 

You dim the lights in the halls, hanging up some pumpkin lights once Killer lifts you again, illuminating the hallways with a calm orange glow. A nice contrast to the usual color. 

You place some bats above the skeletons' doors as Killer sets up a can of silly string to go off in front of Horror's.

You pour out some fake blood under your door, putting some caution tape around it for both the effect and so no one steps in it while it dries. 

"Oh, I missed a bat- Killer, help me-"

"again?" 

"Yes."

He lifts you up. 

"where?"

"Nightmare's door."

"you got a death wish?"

"Might. It'd be fun-"

"if you say so." He lifts you over to Nightmare's door, and you carefully hang the bat above it. The door to his room is fairly big, so it's difficult to reach the top without assistance. 

As you carefully adjust the bat, Nightmare's door opens and you pull your knees up. 

"The hell's going on out here?" He observes the decorations you've placed. 

Killer, having not been paying attention, is startled and loses focus, letting go of his hold on your soul. 

You fall down with a surprised scream, before Nightmare catches you in his arms. 

"Morning, Night. Nice save." You smile at him before he puts you down. 

"Morning. Now answer my question."

"We're decorating for Halloween since it's October. So far we've only decorated this hallway, but we're gonna move to the other spaces." 

"Isn't it awfully early for something like that?"

"It's never too early."

"If you say so. Just don't decorate my office, I like keeping it clean."

"you've got it, boss-" 

"ah fuck- KILLER-"

"oh hey, dust woke up-"

"I didn't think you enjoyed Halloween this much." Nightmare turns to you.

"Halloween's super fun! Eating candy, dressing up in costumes, decorating, watching horror movies, carving pumpkins- there's lots you can do."

"Hmm..fair enough. Well, just keep doing what you're doing, I'll allow it as long as it doesn't mess up my work."

"You got it." You give him a mock salute as he makes his way to the kitchen to get some coffee.

"i thought he wouldn't like it."

"Same-"

Dust walks out of his room after cutting down the webs around his doorway, stepping out.

"like that one, dust? i put a lot of work into it."

"not your best work."

"oh COME ON-" 

Horror exits shortly after, unfazed by the amount of silly string that just shot all over him. 

"oh..is it halloween? did i miss a couple of days?" He puts his head up to the side of his skull that doesn't have a crack in it. 

"No no, it's only the first of October, Horror. You're good." 

"oh, good. can i help you?" He looks at you specifically, ignoring the other skeletons in the room.

"Of course- before we continue decorating the rest of the castle..why don't we take a break to do some pumpkin carving? We could show off our work to each other."

"i haven't done that in..years-"

"come on guys, we can see which one of us has the best design."

You motion for everyone to follow you, picking up one of the pumpkins you bought. Killer grabs two of them, and Horror holds one with ease. Dust didn't care to carry anything, so he just followed along. 

You make your way into the kitchen, sitting the pumpkins down on the table in there, before grabbing some knives and carving kits. You lay out some old newspapers and place the pumpkins on them.

"So do you guys wanna just wing it or follow a pattern on one of these sheets?"

"wing it, it's more creative." Killer points finger guns at you.

"Improvising it is." You close the small book of patterns, cutting the top off of your pumpkin of choice. 

Horror stands beside you to watch, the other skeletons across from you doing the same thing to their pumpkins. 

"Alright, time for the gross part." You reach your hand into the pumpkin, beginning to remove the seeds. 

"don't they make like..scoops for this-" Dust observes you.

"Yeah but it's kinda fun to do it with your hands, even if it's a bit gross. There should be scoops over there with the kit if you guys wanna use them, though."

Horror completely ignores them and just shoves his hand into his pumpkin, doing the same thing you are, pulling out the seeds and guts.

This process continues for a while until everyone's cleaned out their pumpkins, beginning the process. 

Killer decides to go for a cat design, Dust keeping it simple and carving out a classic face with triangle eyes. Horror decided to make the pumpkin into a house, adjusting it to build a small door on the side. He then places a mini pumpkin you got as a decoration in there, drawing a face on it with a sharpie. 

"is that a reference to the one meme-"

"yes."

"nice-"

"mhm."

You stand there a moment, trying to think of what you want to carve onto your pumpkin. What to choose, what to choose..

Then an idea hits you, and you get to work, using the carving kit for more precise carving. When everyone finishes theirs, they try to peek and see what you're working on, but you turn the pumpkin away. 

"Eyelights off until I'm done."

"the curiosity is killing me- let me seee-"

"Nope, not until it's done, Killer." 

Nightmare enters the room, leaning on the counter to observe the group. 

"Alright, there." 

You turn your pumpkin around so everyone can see, showcasing some mini skeletons, each carved to look like members of the group. 

"Like it?"

Killer gives you some thumbs up, Dust gives you a small smile, and Horror admires your craftsmanship. 

Nightmare puts his hand over his mouth, not showing the smile beneath it at your goofy little carvings. 

"I've succeeded then- we've got our pumpkins for the month. Let's go put them outside- last one out's a rotten egg!" You run out holding your pumpkin, the others chasing you down, and Nightmare walking behind each of you with an amused look. 

Everyone having fun is a nice change of pace. He'll let them have this.

[ao3 link :)] <

// WOW y'all like this one. Maybe I should make more "Bad" Sanses oneshots while I work on LOVE AND JUSTICE since it's focused on them-

Part 2 here!

[mossycobblestonewrites]

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Undertale WIP - TA

Relationships - readers mom x skeles

Desc - reader is the only child of a single mother, and as such it is their duty to fight off the men with a stick. Mom has been keeping this relationship a secret to get to know the guys first. WILL BE WHOELSOME.

Excert from WIP under cut

“Are you scared mama?”

“No, baby, just nervous.”

You resisted the urge to smirk, “Why? All they have to do is pass the vibe check.”

Your mother shook her head with a chuckle, “And if they fail?”

You grinned evilly, “I wore my boots today! And these boots are made for walkin’!”

She laughed at your joke, continuing to guide you through the restaurant. You could not deny your own anxieties as you drew closer to the ones that your mother held fond affection for. Part of you hoped they were good, part of you hoped they passed the ‘vibe check’, and part of you wanted your mama to find people that would make her happy.

Part of you was selfish. You wanted her to be happy and loved like she should be, but you also didn’t want to lose her to some random man - or four or whatever. You knew she would never, but you were nothing if not a preteen with an overactive worrywart complex.

You chewed on your tongue the closer you drew, “You still not gonna tell me anything about them?”

“I don’t want to influence your impression.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the back of her cardigan as you both came to a stop. You could hear several people standing from their seats as you shrunk behind your mother, pressing your face into her back. As much as you liked to think of yourself as a strong independent person with a steal conviction, your anxiety ruled you with an iron fist.

“DARLING, HELLO!” A loud voice boomed from somewhere to the right. You pressed harder into your mama’s back, already overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the voice alone.

She laughed, stepping forward to hug the man, your eyes catching sight of blue gloves enveloping her as you grasped at her cardigan.

“Hello, Blue!” She turned away from him to the others, “And hello to everyone else as well!”

Several voices called out in response, far too many for you to even comprehend. Holy shit how many boyfriends does Mama have??

The loud one with the blue gloves - Blue (ironic), stepped to the side, presumably to get a better look at you, not that you gave him a chance. You pressed yourself into your mama’s back once more as your mama laughed.

“This is (Y/n), she’s shy, but don’t worry, give her about 20 minutes and she should open up!”

Fat chance! There are way too many people here! Though you always ate those words.

“THAT IS OKAY! HELLO (Y/N)! IT’S VERY NICE TO FINALLY MEET YOU! WE’VE ALL HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!”

You nodded at his words, curling even further into your mama. She snorted, turning to an angle at which you could no longer use her as a shield. Traitor! You twisted inward, heart thumping loudly as you crossed your arms securely over your chest. You chanced a quick glace upward, and, wow. That's a lot of skeletons.

You never had a problem with monsters, in fact, it didn’t really surprise you that the group that your mother was dating was monsters. It made a lot of sense, cultural-wise, not that you had much cultural knowledge to begin with.

Any rationality that you had slipped from your mind as the sheer number of strangers trying to talk to you comprehended. You bit into your tongue, grabbing onto your mama’s arm as she chuckled.

“You gotta say hi, punk,” she whispered into your ear, kissing the top of your head. You turned into her as you raised your hand for a quick wave, blocking out everything around you as you were led to sit.

[namelessthirst]

Hey so completely unplanned but if u send a trick or treat, maybe a costume? And request a character, I'll write out a Lil bitty bit of them giving u a treat! Going for the rest of the night until I pass out 9r forget lol

[drowzyscatterbrain]

*it's freezing cold anywhere outside of the bed.

*you want to sleep in, too.

*but you need to get up. (for whatever reason)

*but you can't. why is that?

*well.

*your skelebabe is clinging on you, and seemingly not planning to get up anytime soon.

*but you REALLY need to get up.

*...

*so you gently put your hands on his face, then started to plant kisses everywhere on his handsome ass skull until his face is entirely flushed with color.

*you planted one last kiss onto his forehead before dragging yourself away from him, and the comfy sheets to start your day.

[holographicbutch]

Do NOT. Blaze x reader fanfic onto my dash.

[yournaothings]

HT!Sans, the Househusband.

[Totally typed this on my mobile phone, but inspiration hit me- I had to write something quick and cute. I hope you all enjoy!]

[Reader has no name. Is female.]

It was a terrible day at work, having to deal with her co-workers acting idiotic, as well as having to deal with her asshole of a boss. Honestly, she started to consider finding a new job soon with how stressful work has been becoming. Her wages weren't worth coming home every day feeling so very exhausted; physically, mentally, and emotionally.

All she wanted to do when she got home was to take a nice warm bubble bath and stuff her face with the most unhealthy snacks she had stocked in her food pantry. Maybe she had enough money to get McDonald's for dinner? Pay day was just a few days away, and this was a special occasion, after all.

She caught herself drooling at the idea of ordering the greasy food off the food delivery app, she quickly wiped away the small drop that managed to escape from the corner of her lips as she fished out her keys from her pocket. Her poor feet ached from having to walk at least five blocks from her place of work to her apartment. ((That asshole a few months back, totaled her car when he crashed into her, and to her luck - she didn’t have enough money to buy a new car.))

The key was shoved into the lock and twisted to the side, successfully unlocking her door. She blew out a sigh of relief; she was so ready to relax -

As soon as she opened the door, two large bone arms snatched her up off her feet, and she was pressed into a large, solid chest. In her surprise, she dropped her keys; she vaguely heard the muffled thumping of the keys landing on her carpeted floor, next to her attackers slipper-wearing feet.

"Mmm~"

Her attacker purred as he nuzzled into her hair, cooing happily now that his lover was home. After he got his fill (for now) of his nuzzles, he pulled her back enough to look upon her pretty face. "Hi~"

Laughing, she reached up and patted his cheekbone before cupping both sides of his face and leaned in to kiss the corner of his teeth. It always surprised her how easily her husband could make her stress of the day melt away. "Hello to you, too." She laughed cutely when he chased after her to receive more kisses when she pulled back. "Missed you." He hummed to her. "Aw," She cooed, her arms wrapping around his large skull. "I missed you too, babe."

With her latched onto him, her large skeleton husband carefully balanced her on one arm while he flicked his wrist and used his magic to pick up her keys and backed away to kick the door shut behind him. He carried her towards the living room, where he plopped down on the large sofa, tossing the keys onto the coffee table so he could cuddle his cute wife closer.

-

Sans waited so patiently all day for his cute little wife to come home from work. He always missed her, from the moment she left the apartment at seven in the morning, until the moment she came back home. He loved her so much, and it pained him to have to see her leave. He wished he could just follow her, like a love sick puppy - she would be so much happier if he could go to work with her.

He hated how she always came home looking so tired and worn out that her body AND soul looked withered. But, he made sure to give her the attention she needed, keeping her close that he could hear her soul call for his, needing his aid in replenishing her happiness.

She never tried to push him away; she always held tightly to him until she felt sleep, wanting to take her over. Sans helped ease her to that point, nuzzling and kissing and nipping her where he could reach. Of course, the moment she mumbled a whine about not wanting to go to sleep yet, Sans sat up and suggested having a snack before he got dinner started. Got to make sure his lovely wife was well taken care of!

After her snack, she managed to sneak away from Sans to clean up and change while he started on dinner. He always knew what to fix when she had was having a bad day. One of her favorite comfort meals.

To his excitement, his wife emerged from the bathroom not long after he got the food cooking. Turning to observe her, he was pleased to see she decided to wear her cutsy short pajama shorts and a tank top- his red eye light dilated at the missing undergarment that she would normally wear under her shirt.

She must have noticed where he was looking as she shuffled in place, her hands raising to pick and play with her tank top straps, nervously. "I-I didn't want to mess with a bra, I know it looks bad-" She shrieked when he suddenly scooped her back up into his arms, his face nuzzling into her chest, making her bark out bout of laughter, her neck and face blossoming a bright red. "Mmm, you're perfect."

Her heart swelled with affection for her husband. It caused tears to spill from her pretty eyes. The sound of her sniffling and feeling of her tears drip on his skull. He pulled back so quickly to see if he had hurt her. Panic reflected in his red eye light as he scanned her face. (It wouldn't have been the first time that the nasty crack in his skull hurt his sweet wife before.)

She smiled lovingly to her husband as she rushed to wipe away the tears. "'M okay, I promise. You just make me so happy." She leaned in and pressed several butterfly kisses all over his skull, making sure to nuzzle him after each kiss. She swore she could see little hearts float up and away from his skull as she attacked his flawed skull with her kisses. His eye light pupil definitely was in the shape of a heart!

"My sweet and loving skele-husband~. You make everything so much better." She sighs as she presses a kiss to his teeth, which this time he is happy to press into. They spent the next few minutes sharing a few more kisses before she had to pull back to breath in more air. "Love you, Sans."

"Mm," He purred lovingly. "Love you, too."

If HT!Sans was a househusband. He'd 1000% drop whatever he's doing ad soon as ypu come home and stamp-runs all the way to the door like

OuO

hi

[skeletood]

[moonstruckme]

Could you do a scenario of reader comforting sirus after he gets an injury while playing Quidditch and has to sit out a lot of games?

Thanks for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 701 words

Sirius hardly pauses his sulking to mutter a quiet, “thanks,” when you return with his hot cider. 

Remus scoffs. “Nice, Pads.” 

“What?” 

“You’re just so sweet to your girlfriend.” 

“It’s okay,” you say, sitting next to Sirius with a smile. “It’s his first match being barred from the pitch, I get it.” You fix your boyfriend with a look. “I won’t be patient forever, though.” 

Sirius looks genuinely contrite. “Sorry.” You accept his apology kiss, but he scowls when a first year nearly trips on his cast. “Fuck, is this thing bloody invisible?” 

“Easy,” Remus cautions, though both he and you shoot stern looks at the first year. 

“Wanna turn sideways?” you offer. “I could hold it in my lap?” 

Sirius perks up some. “You gonna give me a foot massage, gorgeous?” 

“Merlin,” Remus mutters, scanning the student section for Lily. 

“I don’t really see how that would be possible…” You raise your eyebrows, smiling when Sirius half turns in his seat to plonk his injured leg in your lap. “I was thinking more like I could draw on it. Any tattoos you’ve been wanting on this leg?” 

Most of Gryffindor has already had a turn signing Sirius’ cast. It’s been on since the match last weekend, when a bad fall had broken Sirius’ leg badly enough that Pomfrey eventually had to send him out of the infirmary with skele-gro to heal what she couldn’t. It’ll be on for another couple weeks at least, and between you and James the white plaster is beginning to run out of space. 

“Hm.” Sirius leans over, considering. You’re glad the distraction is working. He’s been quiet and sullen all week because he’s had to miss quidditch training, and you’re sure his melancholy is twice as bad having to miss out on an actual match. “What about a dragon?”

“I could maybe do that.” You fish a marker out of your bag. “What sort of dragon?” 

Sirius’ mood sinks again when the match starts and the players fly out onto the pitch, but as it gets going and Gryffindor starts to score points, he gets into it. He roars with the rest of the crowd, picks up a chant about house pride, and, though he shouts a few obscenities at the beater filling in for him when a bludger gets too close to Bell, he still smiles when James points at him after scoring a goal. A real smile, bright and heart-fluttering. 

Near the end of the game, Sirius looks rather contented. He sips his second cup of cider while you draw daisies in between the other doodles on his cast. 

“They’d have more points if I were out there,” he says, rather mildly. 

Remus nearly snorts. “Yeah? How do you figure?” 

“I’d have sent a bludger towards Malfoy ages ago. There’s been lots of opportunities. Marlene’s holding her own, though,” he acknowledges. “And there are some advantages to being off the pitch for a little while.” 

You catch the syrupy quality to his voice, and turn to find him looking at you. You raise your eyebrows. “Do tell.” 

“Well, the cider, for one.” Sirius holds up his cup, as though that’s obvious. “Can’t usually have that during a match.” 

“Mm, you’re welcome.” 

“Did I not say thank you?” He leans over to nose at your neck. Remus respectfully looks back to the match. “Thank you, baby. Really. It’s great.” 

“I didn’t make it.” You grin at him. “What are the other things?” 

Sirius hums. “No early morning training. I get to have breakfast with my girl.” 

“No afternoon training on the weekends, either.” 

“Ah, see? You’re catching on.” 

“Don’t talk down to me,” you laugh. “You’re the one who’s been giving everyone the cold shoulder all week, Black.” 

“I know.” Sirius pulls his face from beneath your jaw. The playfulness is mostly gone from his expression, his eyes deep blue and full of apology. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to give anyone the cold shoulder, I just…” 

“It’s okay,” you say easily. You lean over, kissing the top of his head. “Really, I get it. You alright?” 

Sirius sighs, looking out over the pitch. “Yeah.” 

You rest your cheek on his hair. “Good.”

[liliallowed]

noooooo ma boiiiii!

That was supposed to be a sketch, 1-hour at most. Well, it's not. I know I think I spent time on that to procrastinate finishing the actual WIP. I need to get it done. Those bed sheets intimidate me but I will prevail. I will not abandon poor Sans because of scary sheets. And scary pillows.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Requesting for Ink, Fresh, Cross, and Sans (separately) with a reader who suddenly boops their nose while they're doing something then runs away. How would the skeles react?

These bois are my faves XD

*Boops you* :3

Featuring: Cross, Fresh, Ink and Sans.

Masterlist

Fresh

"Oh broski, the war is on!"

Reaches you with his skate and tackles you down to the ground.

Starts booping the living s-HECK out of you while laughing.

He's not letting you go so soon traveler.

Ink

"Heh? Oh you silly!"

Giggles after he feels your fingers touch his nasal cavity, bringing his own hand to it.

Was going to run after you to boop you back, but stoped middle way because he forgot 💀

Cross

"What?"

It takes a few seconds for him to realize he had been booped.

Unfortunately, he's sharpening his blades at the moment, so he can't simply stop and go after you.

Though after he's finally done with it he'll boop you back at the most unexpected moment.

Sans

"So this is how you want this to be huh kid?"

'Too lazy to move' rule doesn't apply here.

At one moment he's on his sentry and at the other he's next to you.

You feel his finger touch your nose, booping you back the moment you stop running.

[lovelytsunoda]

Summerween | Oscar Piastri

summary: summerween is here, and oscar is just along for the ride

pairing: oscar piastri x horror nerd!reader

oscarpiastri just posted to his story!

yourusername replied forgive me for bringing some spice into this household

yourusername god knows there isn't any in the bedroom

oscarpiastri i thought you liked our calm and comforting sex life!!!

yourusername I DO I DO IM JOKING

yourusername you make me feel so loved and so beautiful and I never want you to stop ❤️

landonorris replied it's driving you mental, isn't it?

oscarpiastri dude, i knew she was a nerd. it was part of what i found so attractive about her. but this summerween stuff is driving me insane. last night we watched the addams family. outside, in the backyard. IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING MAY IN A KIDDIE POOL THAT WAS SHAPED LIKE A JACK O LANTERN

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yourusername thanks for indulging me because oscar said i couldn't wear my ghostface earrings in monaco xx

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yourbestie he seems to be enjoying that pumpkin shaped pool a little much for someone who said he didn't like summerween

-> yourusername he's been in it all afternoon (but he kicked skele-dave out :(

-> user ITS NAME IS SKELE-DAVE?

oscarpiastri babe i NEVER said you couldn't wear the earrings???

-> yourusername the hour we spent in bed making up made a very good argument

-> oscarpiastri will another half hour convince you to wear that sundress i like?

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri brought her to the beach and all she did was read her riley sager novel

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yourusername how could I focus on my book when I was watching my own personal volleyball scene from top gun play out in front of me

-> logansargeant pleasure to be of service to your sex life 🫡

-> oscarpiastri I don’t know what you did, I’m the one she was oogling

-> logansargeant I divided us into shirts and skins, ergo I was the reason you took your shirt off

-> yourusername oscar, take me to bed or lose me forever!

-> oscarpiastri yes honey! 🫡🫡🫡

nicolepiastri oh to be young and in love again

hattiepiastri oscar please tell your awesome girlfriend to stop over sharing about your sex life!!

user my god she is stunning….can you fight?

-> oscarpiastri no

oscarpiastri added to his story!

[charlottes-diary-entries]

Hello love! I absolutely adore your writing, I was wondering if maybe you could do a poly!mauraders x reader where maybe the reader got injured somehow (maybe quditch?) and the mauraders are like all worried and stuff? Totally fine if you don’t want to do it, I just got injured at my competition and I’m feeling sorry for myself 😂

baby i feel your self-pity, i hate getting benched from injuries!! it's the total worst and i hope you heal quickly, but in the mean time here's something special! it turned more into an independent reader struggling with being worried over, but i hope you enjoy darling. <3

CW: injuries, but thats about it <3

The sound of the students in the stands could only be described as a frightening roar during the match. Through some drizzling rain, Gryffindors and Slytherins had poured out of their common rooms by the dozens to witness the match, which had become increasingly intense.

Foul plays from Slytherins, attempts at similar plays from Gryffindor (which James shut down immediately with a reprimanding and a few threats of what practice would become should such poor sportsmanship continue). You had dodged more ill-aimed bludgers than you could count, and as the wind picked up and the rain got heavier, it was all you could do to stay on your broom.

And at some point, even that became unmanageable.

You could have sworn you'd just blinked and suddenly the noise in your ears increased ten-fold, deafening you, and there were these horrible stars in your eyes.

Then you were on the ground, and there were lots and lots of people around you, and you couldn't really see right, and-

"Shit, shit, shit, love! Shit!"

Was that James?

"What happened? What the fuck happened? Was this one of the snakes, because I swear to fuck-"

Sirius?

They kept shouting, until someone else (a professor?) was shouting at them to quiet down. A lot of movement, fuzzy, dizzying movement, then someone was picking you up and suddenly falling asleep felt like a very, very nice idea.

"No, no, no dove, stay up for us, yeah? I don't- Maybe falling asleep isn't a good idea okay?"

Ah, so Remus was carrying you. You tried to lift a hand to your eyes, to hide from the light, or hide from Remus, or something, but you could barely feel your hand. Scratch that, your entire arm felt like it'd been pulled clean off.

Tears began to slip down your cheeks because fuck, now that you thought about it, your head really, really hurt. Your whole body was burning in pain.

"Oh, don't cry dovey, please, don't cry, Madame Pomfrey'll fix you up so quick, you won't even know..."

You lost the rest of his sentence as you began to drift away. Not that you really wanted to, it just felt much, much easier than staying awake...

All that was what had landed you here, benched at Quidditch with a pair of sunglasses on, a nasty cast around your left arm, and what your boys had deemed a permanent frown that worsened by the minute.

You had woken from the concussion very early the next morning to find an extremely frantic Sirius at the foot of your bed. He kissed you and talked while Remus and James were both still asleep, holding hands as they sat by your bed. Apparently, Sirius couldn't sleep he was so worried about you.

(The conversation didn't get much further than that as Pomfrey entered and began to shoo off the boys. Poor Remus and James only got to give you quick "I Love You's" before being firmly ushered out.)

You had been on bed rest the entire day, Pomfrey also dealing with a freak accident from a first-year potions class. Several children with boils and fevers and a need for so much attention that Pomfrey could not spend time brewing fresh Skele-Gro for you, hence, the traditionally muggle healing methods on your arm. Her potion for your concussion was helping you heal faster, but damn did it make every light blinding.

James had determined you banned from Quidditch practice until you were fully healed. While you understood his reasoning, it did not mean you had to be happy about being benched.

"Lighten up please, darling, glaring at them isn't going to make your head better."

You turned to glower at Remus instead, who sat to your right and handed you a cauldron cake. He smiled brightly and bumped your shoulder before kissing your forehead. Your frown deepened immensely.

"Maybe so, but it's certainly making me feel better knowing they know how much I hate this."

"Am I really such horrid company?" Remus said, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes (which definitely did not hurt your head) and turned back to watch James and Sirius fly about in the air. You leaned your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes.

"No," You began, "I just wish I could be up there."

Remus's grin dropped and he placed a kiss to your temple before leaning his head against yours.

"I know dove."

You watched them continue their drills in silence and you had begun to eat your treat when Remus spoke up again.

"Though, it is nice to have you for company. I finally have someone else to ogle the boys with."

At this you snorted, looking up again to follow James and Sirius in the air.

"Yeah, they are pretty hot when they do their thing, huh?"

"Very. Very hot."

"Please, Sirius, my arm's fine now, I can carry my own bags-"

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

Sirius held your books out of your reach with a grin and you huffed, crossing your arms as you both walked to potions. None of the boys had let you carry anything the past week, which was sweet and very gentlemanly of them, but quickly beginning to bother you. Especially as Pomfrey had had you up in the Medical Wing very quickly, choking down Skele-Gro so your arm could heal. Was your arm a tad weaker than normal? Yes! Did it make you a helpless doll? Absolutely not!

"I'm completely serious-"

"No, I am!"

"Siri!" You tried to glare at him, snatching at your bag which he expertly kept to himself. "I can carry my own books, really, I'm fine."

"Hmm..." Sirius stopped cold and began to study you, inspecting you from head to toe. He stepped closer, grabbing your chin, which in turn made you gasp a little bit and lose some of your bravado. He tilted your head each way before grabbing your freshly healed arm and staring it down. You went to interrupt when he slipped your hand into his own and began pulling you along.

"Since you want to hold something so bad, you get me until we say you're alright."

You scoffed as an awful grin grew on his face.

"This is ridiculous. It's almost been a week and still."

"Still what, dove?" A new voice popped up, and James sidled up beside the two of you, taking your other hand.

Your face warmed a little bit as he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek, but you rolled your eyes and powered on.

"Still you're all coddling me. I mean, you have to let me back on my broom someday, James. Can't keep me benched forever."

At this he frowned, growing a little more serious. "Darling, you need rest to heal. You still need those glasses outside and I'd rather play it safe with you. Don't want you mucking up a solid week of getting better just cause you couldn't wait to be back on a broom. It'd make me a bad captain to let you do that, and an even worse boyfriend."

Again, you grumbled, trying to accept their caring as simply that; caring. He placed another kiss on your cheek and swung your hands back and forth as Sirius spoke up again.

"We don't get many chances to worry over you like this darling, let us baby you just this once? Pretty please?"

He flashed you horrid puppy-eyes as James squeezed your hand again. You rolled your eyes, feeling warmth spread throughout your cheeks and neck.

"Just- let's get to potions. Please."

Both boys grinned and began chattering away as you walked. Would it be so horrible to let them treat you for a while?

Yes. Yes, it would.

Because it would seem, after nearly two weeks of resting and healing spent half in your bed and entirely in the arms of your boyfriends, they still were unwilling to let you return to practice fully.

This thought irked you horribly as you sat, hovering on your broom like a first-year, doing slow laps around the quidditch field no more than a meter off the ground. You picked up your pace a little bit, beginning to feel a bit of wind on your face as you thought of how badly you wanted to be doing more.

"Oi, quit it."

The glare you sent James's way was burning with simmering frustration. You proceeded to stick your tongue out at him and cross your arms, as childish as it felt.

He merely frowned in response, turning to watch the rest of the team drilling catching and dodging with some quaffles. Even if he wanted to place all his attention on you, it would've been entirely unfair to the rest of the team. Sirius was also distracted, i.e., finding a little too much fun in their game of dodgeball. (He'd nearly given a keeper a black eye.) Remus was not there to watch today, instead spending his time studying for an upcoming exam.

With all eyes turned away from you, and this endless itch to actually, finally do something, slipping away was a very easy thing to do.

As you began to fly around the grounds of Hogwarts, shooting up into the sky and diving back down to pick up even more speed, you could've sworn the wind wasn't just whistling in your ears. It was whispering to you that slipping away was the right thing.

You whooped and hollered and laughed as you chased your way around the towers and over the Black Lake. You dared to let your hand fall and scrape the inky dark surface of the water, and the resulting splash endlessly delighted you. Eventually, you decided to settle your little escape under a tree by the shore.

A few pants escaped you as your lungs caught up with all you had just done. After, you'd relaxed for maybe another twenty minutes and it felt like nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

"Jesus, dove, there you are."

Alright, maybe nothing.

You turned to find Sirius landing his broom and jogging over to you, and your face slowly began to drop. He dropped to his knees next to you and gave you a cursory glance, and when he was happy with the state of you, relaxed against the tree as well.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute before you managed to speak up.

"I'm not sorry or anything. By the way. And I-" You glanced over to Sirius, before staring forward and plowing on, "I've appreciated you all caring and coddling me but I'm better and I'm sick of being sidelined and babied and- and-"

You looked at Sirius again to find him smiling at you, completely in love. There was so much care in his eyes that it caused you to stumble over your words and past your point completely.

"And... yeah."

Sirius only continued to smile at you. He then sighed a little and wrapped an arm around your waist to tug you into him.

"Sorry we've been babying you, gorgeous." He paired this with a kiss pressed to your temple. "We're just nervous about making sure you're okay."

"I'm okay. Believe me, I am okay now."

"I believe you, love."

"Good."

You relaxed against him and soaked up the day together. There were birds singing in the distance and a light breeze dancing across the grass. It felt peaceful. You turned your gaze to Sirius and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

"I do mean it, I appreciate you all worrying about me. Even if you don't need to so much anymore."

"Not a problem dovey," He grinned, still looking out across the lake before he turned to return your kiss. "It's our job as boyfriends. And now, our job is to convince James you're well enough to do more than float an inch off the ground."

A snort escaped you as you laughed at that, sighing and hiding your face against his shoulder.

"He's gonna give me so much shit for skipping out on practice, floating or not."

"I'm sure it won't be all that bad."

Sirius now smirked down at you, unable to resist pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.

"He's completely smitten with you after all. We all are."

oh my god this is a million years late babes, i'm so sorry. between finals and dorm moveout i've been completely swamped. i'm planning on getting back into the fanfiction grind though, so you have plenty to look forward to coming up darling!! all the best!!!! <3