#whatever. croptop echo rights

[glassgob]

can you imagine my disappointment when i realized he wasn't actually wearing a crop top. devastating.

[Image ID: Digital illustration of Echo from Star Wars: The Bad Batch. The illustration is rendered in a rough, painterly style. Echo is smiling and standing in a fairly neutral pose. End ID.]

[celuere]

They needed to kill him. 

It was supposed to be a nice evening. Arlecchino taking her wife out to a nice dinner, the restaurant specifically recommended by Tartaglia himself. For once, she took his advice into consideration as Juno recently expressed her boredom with their usual choice of restaurant, so why not try out something new?

The establishment itself was hidden away in a dark alleyway deep inside the heart of Snezhnaya‘s metropole, snow piling up on the sides and even the special ear covers the scientist was damned to wear did little to protect them from the cold gusts of wind rushing through the small alley. It really couldn’t have looked more… shadey… one would think. 

„Are you sure we‘re at the right address, Arle…?“

„Mh… let me see…“, as a precaution, the Harbinger fished out a little note that was given to her by her colleague, „No… pretty sure we‘re right. It‘s just… Nevermind. Let‘s get you inside, dear. I don’t like seeing you cold…“

The inside was barely lit, only a few candles doing their job in illuminating the hallway, walls covered in a purple cloth which gave them a somehow mysterious look and with the faint sound of a nice jazz echoing throughout the walls, the couple thought it was a good idea to put aside their previous doubts. The only thing that forced a question mark to form over their heads was a sign saying „Touching prohibited. Violations will be handled accordingly.“. 

Like the good husband she was, Arlecchino slid the coat off of her wife‘s shoulder and draping it over her arm as they made their way towards the music before getting greeted by what they identified as the restaurant‘s hostess.

The first thing they both stared at was the obvious cleavage of the very sympathetic lady. Juno had to double take before glancing over to her husband who suddenly found the wall decor surprisingly interesting for her own safety. 

Okay, a barely covered hostess doesn’t have to mean anything, right? Right????

The woman was so nice after all, taking both of their coats off and even making the connection between Arlecchino and Tartaglia, promising a „wonderful service“ as an act of kindness. 

Cleavage aside, maybe this evening could make a good turn after all.

They were so wrong. So utterly wrong.

The hostess‘ choice of clothing wasn’t a coincidence. Nor was the hidden entrance or the sensual atmosphere. 

Juno heard about it lately from Remi. A restaurant of the… more special kind opening up its doors a few weeks ago to the public. Excellent pay. Excellent food. Excellent service. 

But nobody- especially Childe- mentioned the almost half-naked servers scurrying around the dining hall. Both women and men. Bunny outfits, fishnets, ripped croptops- everything was to be found here. Literally everything. 

And their server- a cute blonde woman dresses up in nothing but a see through gown that hid… barely anything from their eyes.

Arlecchino would’ve averted her eyes like any good spouse were it not for her wife staring at the poor lady with her jaw putting a dent into the table. Only closing it back up when she felt something kick her leg underneath the table.

„What… can I get for you, ladies?“, Juno‘s attention span was immediately fixed back onto the bare chest in front as their waitress supported herself on their table as she fidgeted with the pen in her hand. Obviously waiting for the orders of their drinks, it was only then that Juno finally mustered up the guts to force herself to look to her side- just to be jumpscared be the bare butt of the waiter serving the table next to them.

This was hell. 

Yet, both of them couldn’t explain why they didn’t immediately flee from the scene. Curiosity killed the pussy or whatever. But Arlecchino obviously didn‘t have much of their… experience. Only staring strict ahead into her wife‘s pretty face or either into the menu and later her plate of ordinary pasta pomodoro. Even tho the waitress got painfully close with her upper body when she brought their food over. So close it had the Knave risking a look into the opposite direction and slightly leaning away to bring back some of the distance between them. Was she panicking?

Juno on the other side- well, that woman has always been horrible with hiding her curiosity. Even if it was more shock than actually wanting to know more about this… fine establishment. Just every few seconds you could hear her audibly gasp, pearls clutching in her hand before she nudged Arlecchino‘s leg underneath the table with a „Did you see that?!“ and with the only answer being „No. And I certainly don’t want to.“ 

That one eye contact with a waiter‘s crotch rendered the Knave beyond speechless. She was never speechless. Nor did she ever want to flee from a scene so badly. Well, at least her own woman opted for a rather nice view onto her chest. The only light amidst the darkness for her on this terrible evening.

They just left their money on the table that evening. Not even staying for a little dessert afterwards, even if Juno insisted on a sweet cake. They had cake at home, Arle claimed (They didn’t.).

Childe didn’t appear at Zapolyarny palace for three whole weeks.

[thejemersoninferno]

Mad love.

· Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

·A/N: Here’s my entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite​ 7.7K’s challenge. I was supposed to post it earlier but I thought I scheduled but I didn’t. Sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it.

·Song: Mad love - Sean Paul ft Becky G & David Guetta.

· Word  count: 2246.

· Warnings: language, smut, more language. Steve huffed punching the punching bag as hard as he could. Once again you were training to that damned song he hated. Too much language, too explicit he thought. Bucky smirked as he walked towards his best friend knowing how pissed he was. You were always listening to explicit songs, that’s what Steve said. He, on the other side, enjoyed seeing you dancing and singing at the top of your lungs some dirty lyrics.

“Easy, tiger,” Bucky joked, which gained him a murderous look from Steve.

“You knew she was coming, didn’t you?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“Incoming, incoming!” you shouted running towards Bucky and, luckily he caught you on time.

“How are you doll?” Bucky laughed.

“Tired as fuck,” you sighed. Steve grunted at your side and you giggled, “Sorry, Captain,”

“You do have a mouth there, doll,” Bucky winked, letting you off his arms.

“And damn well you know it,” you winked and chuckled.

“C’mon girl, Wanda is waiting,” Natasha called you out from the door. You greeted them goodbye, not without leaving a kiss on Buckys’ cheek and waved Steve. He hated you.

You were dancing and singing at the top of your lungs. Tony threw a carnival party and you were enjoying it like nobody else. Wanda and Natasha long lost in the crowd, tequila shots boiling your blood and you drank your drink in one sip. You spotted Bucky, Sam and Steve at the VIP area as Sam said and you walked to them. Still vibing to the song, your recent discovery Latino music aka reggaeton and Tony seemed to enjoy it. Everything to annoy Mr Language.

“HEYOOO” you shouted to greet them.

“There she is,” Sam smiled.

“How many tequila shots you had doll?” Bucky asked, letting you rest against his chest.

“Enough to see you as handsome as ever,” you smirked.

“I think you should go to rest,” Steve commented.

“Ugh, too early,” you replied.

Steve was about to argue back when you heard the rhythm of the song of the summer, that’s what Tony said, beating loud. You yelped excitedly and grabbed Buckys’ hand pulling him with you. Safaera aka known as a vetoed song banged making you danced provocatively with Bucky. 

Bucky followed your moves, his hands grasping on your hips and his hand slipping lower on your back. You spun around to keep his hands busy and giving him a good view of your tight black skirt and croptop. Bucky rolled his eyes laughing at your dirty look, he adored you.

“MAMI QUE TU QUIERE!” You sang and Bucky pulled you away from the intruder trying to steal you. You laughed and bounced your ass, seductively, singing the lyrics. Your so many years under HYDRA rules taught you so many things, like languages or to be a stripper for a mission.

You caught Sam vibing to the song and you needed to bring him to dance with you. You walked to him and Steve, your hips swaying, gaining dirty looks around. Bucky followed and soon the three of you were singing and dancing. 

“Jesus christ,” you heard Steve murmured. You looked at him, red covering his ears betraying his disgusted face. You winked at Bucky who nodded assuring you he regretted speaking Spanish.

“She took a pill that makes her horny, fucks in audis, not in hondas. If I fuck you don't call me, it's not for you to love me. If your boyfriend doesn’t eat you out, then why is he here,” You sang at the top of your lungs, Bucky and Sam laughing out loud and cheering you up. You erupted in laughter, still moving your hips to the beat, your eyes fell on Steve. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and angry. You gulped, filling the heat in your core, you squirmed on your spot.

Tonys’ voice echoed the room while you exchanged looks with Steve. Your mouth was dry, maybe it was the tequila or all the beers you had, but you were looking at Steve with the nastiest of the looks, your eyes filled in lust. Steve, on the other side, his jaw clenched, his expression serious and slightly annoyed you could say, his knuckles white, you thought he would break the glass between his hands, he bit his lower lip and you let out a groan. Steve swore he saw your nipples through the fabric and he closed his eyes shut.

“Ten thousand for Captain America!” Tony brought both of you back to reality.

“TONY!” Pepper arrived at his side and pulled the microphone from him.

“Captain!” Tony called out.

“I’m sorry, Steve’s not in this auction,” Pepper said.

“Fifty thousand!” a woman shouted from the other side of the room. Your mouth fell open and you tried to find her through the crowd.

“A hundred!” another voice, from the back.

“No, no,” Pepper tried to calm them down.

“I hear a hundred and fifty?” Tony giggled, happily, enjoying the moment.

People chattering and giggling, you spot the curly woman who offered a hundred thousand for Steve smile proudly. 

“Oh boy,” Sam laughed.

“A hundred in one,” Tony started counting down.

The people anticipating the moment with giggles and congratulations to the woman.

“A hundred in two,” Tony sang, you saw the excitement on his face and you denied.

“A hundred and fifty,” echoed the room and you spun to see Natasha, her known smirk plastered on her face. You sighed relieved.

“A hundred and fifty for the widow!” Tony sang and everyone erupted in cheers.

“I’m going to kill him,” Steve sighed.

“He did it for a good cause,” Sam added.

“Yeah, making Cap lose his virginity,” you mumbled. Bucky erupted in laughter.

“Not everyone is like you,” Steve snickered back. Sam facepalmed himself internally while Bucky gave Steve a disapproval look.

“Fuck you, Steven,” you spat, you kissed Buck’s and Sam’s cheeks before walking away.

“Really Steve?” Bucky added. Steve huffed.

                                                          ★★

The beat from the speakers made the room feel like some club, your hands punching the punching bag then and there, you were tired, exhausted but mostly, pissed. You never knew why Steve couldn’t stand you, from the very beginning he was a dick to you and you were tired of it. Yes, you had a mouth but you weren’t like that at the beginning until you realised that was the only way Steve spoke to you. You wanted to be friends with everyone in the compound but Steve made it hard to be friends with. 

Sean Pauls’ Mad Love made your heartbeat race and without thinking, you started dancing. First slowly, spinning around, ballet style until the beat dropped and you dance sensually, your hands touching your hips and your thighs, you let your mind drive you to your darkest fantasy.

Seve walked in to find you dancing, your hips rocking something imaginary on the floor, your hands moving at your sides, you were dancing. You stood and moved sensually to no one and his unsteady breath made him growl. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he imagined himself around you, he imagined his hands touching your thighs, your hips, your hips bouncing frenetically against his. His hands closed in a fist, you made his blood boil and his mind dirtier than ever. If you only knew.

“Steve WHAT THE FUCK!” you screamed, scared.

He opened his eyes, you were standing a few feet away, your breath unsteady, your face red and slightly sweaty, your lips red from biting them. Fuck me, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” He excused himself quickly.

“You scared me!” you added, “And given our job that’s quite hard,” you murmured. 

“I know,” He whispered.

“I was..” you blushed, “training,”

“I’ll be back,”  He said before storming out. You denied, that man would be the death of you.

                                                          ★★

After Steve left you finished your cooldown and walked back to your quarters, you needed a night out and you needed it now.

“Doll,” Bucky sighed. 

“Please, please Bucky” you pouted. 

“I’m not in the mood for a party night,” he shrugged.

“But I want to dance!” you pouted again, giving your best puppy eyes.

“Look there’s Steve,” Bucky called him, “You’re still going to that ball, right?”

“It’s not a ball,” Steve replied. 

“Prom whatever,” Bucky added, “Do you have a date?”

“It’s a gathering for senior people, we��re supposed to join them,” Steve answered.

“Great, she’s going to be your date,” Bucky pushed you into Steve and ran away. The fucker ran away. I’m so killing you, you told him telepathically. 

“See you at 8 P.M?” Steve asked. You looked at him skeptical, was he for real? 

“Yes,” you mumbled. 

An hour, you have been in the seniors ball for an hour and you still haven't had a drink. Well, cherry cola only. Steve doing his work, pep talk, meeting people and taking pictures. You still remembered when Tony told him he was going to be the Seniors Ambassador in town. I’m not that old he said, you laughed.

The music low and from the forties, you’d recognized the music anywhere. Steve liked that music. You caught him looking your way and you gave him a soft and supporting smile.

He smiled back and you felt your head dizzy, that man. 

You huffed at Bucky’s text and wished you had a beer. You sighed hard and sat properly on your chair, waiting for Steve. 

“Now tell me, sweetlady, is he your beloved?” an old lady asked, standing at your side.

“Oh no,” you answered, “friend from work,”

“I had friends from work and I’ve never spoken about them the way he does about you,” she smiled.

“Steve’s very polite,” you smiled.

“Then I’ll ask him to dance with me,” she winked and walked to him. You watched the exchange smiling, Steve agreed by the looks he send your way and walked to the dance floor with the lady. You observed them dance for a moment, until a hand fell in front of you. Bucky.

“Dance with me?” he asked, pouting. You squinted your eyes but accepted his hands. Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka sounded. You moved slowly, your eyes focused on each other and he chuckled.

“Fuck you, Barnes,” you muttered. 

“Doll, I really thought it would be good for you both,” he replied.

“There’s no beer, how is he supposed to tolerate me?” you asked.

“He tolerates you pretty well, excuse me very much” he snickered, you denied, you were about to answer when a tap on your shoulder made you turn. Steve and the woman looked at you.

“You know honey, Brunettes are more my type,” she grabbed Buckys’ hand and pulled him to her side, pushing Steve into you and dancing away.

“She just stole my date,” you mumbled. 

“I thought I was,” Steve added. You looked at him, his face calm and relaxed. His blonde hair well placed and all you wanted to do is put your fingers on it. The song switched to Sway by Michael Bublé. Steve offered his hand and you grabbed it, pulling him into the crowd. You swayed from side to side, his fingers on your lower back and hand, your hands on his shoulders and you risk it all caressing his arm until you reached his neck. You felt his grasp into your green satin gown and you decided it was now or never. You swayed sensually, moving him around, spinning under his touch, giving him sensual and seductive looks. The song arrived to an end with Steve nailing into your hips, his left hand travelling to fix your hair. 

His kisses burnt your skin, your hands touching every inch of his bare torso and back. His mouth travelled to find your earlobe and you moaned his name. He pulled your dress up and kneeled on the bed to kiss you everywhere. You moaned and asked for more while his fingers travelled on your legs and you felt his fingers getting close to your core. You held your breath and let a heavy sigh escape your lips when he kissed your forehead. 

“Open,” Steve demanded. You obeyed sucking into his fingers than once were inside your sex.  Your legs still trembling from the first orgasm his devilish tongue cause inside you. He bite his lips and opened your legs, growling. 

“Love the views,” you panted. 

His hands caressing and grasping into your thighs, you panted and pulled his arm trying to make him fall on top of you.

“Your legs look the best when I’m spreading them apart,” he groaned in your ear. You felt your center wet again and you kissed him passionately. You panted and moaned his name, his sex hitting your g spot, making you squirm under his touch. Your legs started to give out and you knew you were close again.

“Fuck, give it to me baby,” Steve growled in your ear. His movements erratics making you notice he was close to.

“Steve!” you panted out loud, he trusted a few more times and you felt him fill you up.

“Fuck, fuck,” he panted, trying to steady on top of you. You both panted and tried to breath again.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, play Mad Love by Sean Paul and Becky G,” Steve panted.

“What?” you asked, confused. 

“I’m not done with you,” he moaned on your lips, his hands travelling to your heating core. 

                                                           ★★

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[eiznel]

Downpour

Rating: PG (?) [Fluff! with a dash of angst]

Pairing: Reborntale fontcest (sans/pap)

Summary: Following the angel was fun, a way to pass the time. But then he got his attention. Damn it.

A birthday gift for the wonderful @purrfecktlysinful! Thank you for being such a wonderful friend this past year and a tad. Here’s to you having a great birthday (and great year) <3

Ao3: Here

Rain.

 He hated rain.

 Here in this empty town, all it seemed to do was rain. He supposed in some other life -- his past life maybe -- he would have thought differently, but now it only served as an annoyance, making his clothes heavy and lulling him to sleep when there were better things he could be doing.

 Like watching that damned angel.

 He wasn’t quite sure why he was so fixated on the monster, but he took an inordinate amount of pleasure in watching him search for signs of life that he’d never find. There was no one here anymore. There hadn’t been for years. Almost anywhere he looked, he could see human remains and safely assume that whatever shitstorm had visited the town had been what had put him here, too. When he had still been stumbling about like a junkie coming off an intense high and figuring out where and what the hell he was, there had been other demons like him. And there had been angels, as well.

 But existence was boring when everything within a reasonable distance was dead or crumbling. No human souls for demons to devour. No human souls for angels to protect. He supposed he should have gone with the rest of them, but he was a lazy demon, and lazy demons rarely saw the point in doing anything. But the angel wasn’t lazy by any means.

 So why did he stay?

 His small bat-like wings shuddered in their folded position against his back and he snapped his head in an animalistic way to his right. He balled his clawed fingers into tight fists in his open blue hoodie and his fanged grin widened.

 The angel.

 He watched from his position against the shattered remains of what was likely a post office, hardly paying attention to how tense his posture became, and glued his eyelights to the tall creature walking calmly amongst the ruins, looking so out of place that it made his bones rattle slightly in agitation. He wanted to take that purity and warp it, crush the angel’s innocence in his hands… but some smaller irrational voice was whispering that if the angel was broken, he would no longer be any fun. The very thing that drew his attention would be gone, reduced to an empty husk no better than him. His fists clenched even tighter and he had to resist snarling.

 It was infuriating.

 There was no other sound but the hiss of rain and the angel’s bootsteps. The monster was dressed up like… hell, what was he dressed like? How were boots with underwear and croptop armor in any way practical? ‘shred the clothes, get him new ones. no, leave him naked,’ his mind would whisper. It was tempting, but not worth it… yet.

 A chill passed through his bones when he saw the angel pause and put his hands on his hips, his wings ruffling against his back. Gorgeous creations, this angel’s wings – they were an incredible shade of orange, almost light enough to be glowing. The feathers near his back were a darker shade, bleeding into and slightly mixing with the lighter color near the primary feathers. They were long, graceful, but obviously powerful, and Sans felt his own puny wings flutter in agitation.

 “DRAT THIS RAIN! HOW IS ONE AS GREAT AS MYSELF SUPPOSED TO LOOK COOL WHEN IT MAKES MY WINGS SO HEAVY!?”

 Sans grinned despite himself. So the angel had a voice, and it was obnoxiously loud. Not only that, but he seemed to be full of himself. Not unusual in either angels or demons. He shook his head and felt one of his horns scrape against the side of the building, then cursed to himself. The angel turned in his direction, eye sockets widening and his wings fluffing up even more than before.

 “WHO IS THERE?”

 Shit.

 He needed to leave. He needed to leave now, and keep that loud monster away from him and… Wait. Why? It would be an opportunity to get close, to get the angel in his grip and crush those beautiful wings… No. No, he shouldn’t. Why shouldn’t he?

 His indecision kept him rooted as the angel leapt in his direction, wings flaring out behind him and flapping once to push him forward. Sans’s head twisted in his direction, his instinctive distaste for angels making him bare his fangs and his left eye socket to light up in blue. His body tensed, hands coming out of his pockets to curl into a defensive position, one clawed foot sliding back slightly to push him in whatever direction he needed to go. The angel held up his hands in a peaceful gesture, despite his right eye lighting up in fiery orange in response to Sans’s magic.

 “IT IS ALRIGHT, SMALL DEMON! I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF FIGHTING YOU!”

One of Sans’s eye sockets twitched at having his height pointed out, but he pushed it aside.

“then what the fuck do you want?”

“LANGUAGE! SUCH COARSE WORDS ARE DISTASTEFUL AND COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY.”

“i don’t give a shit if you like it or not. spit it out; what do you want?” Damn it, what was he doing? Why wasn’t he running? Why wasn’t he attacking? Why wasn’t he trying to lure the angel closer?

It seemed the angel had completely ignored what he said and barreled on, hands clapping together in apparent excitement.

“MY NAME IS PAPYRUS, AND I THINK I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”

 What? He took a step back from the monster, not comfortable having another being so close to him after so long of keeping to himself. Papyrus, huh… Not a bad name.

“back up – what do you mean you were looking for me?”

Tilting his head curiously, the taller skeleton answered, “ONCE EVERYONE LEFT, I COULD STILL FEEL SOMETHING HERE. A PRESENCE OF SORTS! I WASN’T GOING TO LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND, NOT WHEN I HAVE THE ABILITY TO BE AMAZINGLY HEROIC AND JUST.”

Sans felt his insides twist with something between amusement and revulsion. He relaxed his posture and shoved his hands back in the pockets of his jacket, grinning sardonically.

“you wasted your time, buddy. i’m not goin’ anywhere, ‘specially not with a self-righteous freak like you.”

Papyrus crossed his arms and apparently decided to ignore his acerbic words again.

“I WILL DECIDE THE MERIT OF MY OWN CHOICES, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! AND I PERSONALLY BELIEVE THAT STAYING TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE NOT ALONE WAS ABSOLUTELY THE CORRECT CHOICE!” His eye sockets darted to the floor, pensive, and voice dropping low. “THOUGH THAT CERTAINLY EXPLAINS THE WRONGNESS I FELT…” He looked at Sans again, smiling brightly. “YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN NEARBY, HAVEN’T YOU?”

Sans snorted and shook his head.

“dunno why you think that, but sure whatever.” He glanced at Papyrus, wariness thrumming in his bones. “whaddya mean, ‘nearby’?”

“WHEN I AM OUT HERE, SEARCHING! YOU ARE ALWAYS NEARBY, AREN’T YOU?”

Sans shifted nervously. This Papyrus was a weird, blinding ray of insufferable sunshine, but he seemed to be perceptive. Damn it, that was annoying.

“so what if i was? you gonna report me to whoever the hell you listen to?”

Papyrus leaned back, looking appalled.

“WHY ON EARTH WOULD I DO THAT? I STAYED BEHIND BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO BE ALONE!”

“what the hell? why?”

The angel’s wings fluttered again and he raised his forearm, his index finger pointing toward the sky. His other hand planted itself on his hip and his eye sockets fell closed, giving him the look of a lecturer.

“NO ONE DESERVES TO BE ALONE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! DEMON OR NOT, I SHALL KEEP YOU COMPANY!” His eye sockets opened and his grin widened. “EVERYONE NEEDS A FRIEND!”

A friend. Now that was some ridiculous shit. Sans began to chuckle, and after a couple of seconds, it devolved into loud bellowing laughter. It echoed strangely in his skull, but was dampened by the soft patters of the rain. Papyrus stood there, still grinning, but looking slightly confused.

“I’M… GLAD YOU AGREE?”

Sans straightened, one finger coming up to wipe at tears of laughter that weren’t there, and his other hand patting at his midsection.

“that was great, really great. look, angel. papyrus, whatever,” he quickly added when he saw that Papyrus was going to correct him. “don’t need a friend, don’t want a friend. and if you keep up with it, you’re just gonna have a bad time.”

Papyrus crossed his arms, still smiling. Sans felt his tail swish angrily behind him and he willed it to stop.

“goin’ by that look, you’re not gonna listen to me. in that case…” He burst into motion, hopping up slightly, wings flaring out behind him. Sans lifted his hand from his jacket and slammed the back of it into Papyrus’s chest, sending him flying into the neighboring wall and causing several stones to fall around him. The angel slumped to the floor, looking dazed. He wheezed and clutched uselessly at his chest as Sans walked towards him and paused, crouching down to pick up a feather that had been dislodged. Tucking it into his pocket, he continued moving and got between the gasping angel’s legs, kneeling down. He poked Papyrus’s forehead with a clawed finger and forced him to make eye contact. With a grin, Sans dropped his voice low.

“good luck.”

And then he was gone.

Papyrus slowly clambered to his feet, one hand still on his chest, and flexed his wings experimentally. Nothing was broken, thank goodness. That… wasn’t quite the reaction he had been expecting. Then again, he hadn’t thought the presence left in the town to be a demon, either. There had been a sense of wrongness to it, but he had thought that perhaps they were just someone down on their luck, someone sad that needed someone like The Great Papyrus to cheer them on.

His breath evening out, he lowered his hand and clenched it into a fist. Well. This demon certainly needed someone like him to cheer him on if he was so small and angry! He just needed to talk to him more, that was all.

Sans sank against the wall of the ruined house he spent most of his time in, a place that brought him an unusual sense of nostalgia that no amount of venom could dispel. He growled lowly to himself, rubbing subconsciously at the fingertip that had touched Papyrus. When he shut his eye sockets and only saw orange, his low rumbling evolved to an outright snarl.

Papyrus had blushed when he’d gotten close.

 Sans began to regret his choice not run to when Papyrus found him again two days later.

“AH, THERE YOU ARE! I HAD THOUGHT THAT PERHAPS WE COULD EXPLORE THE CITY TOGETHER!”

Sans frowned atop his perch on a gnarled and barren tree in what he imagined used to be the city’s park.

“how’d you find me?”

Papyrus grinned and puffed up proudly, his wings rising a little off his back before settling. Sans watched the movement intently, then flicked his eyelights towards the angel’s face, trying not to outwardly growl.

“I TRACKED YOUR SOUL SIGNATURE, OF COURSE!”

Sans’s eye sockets widened, feeling exposed and oddly… proud?

“how the hell do you know my soul signature?”

“YOU’RE CERTAINLY A VERY CURIOUS FELLOW, AREN’T YOU? I MEMORIZED IT FROM WHEN WE FIRST MET, OBVIOUSLY! AM I NOT INCREDIBLE?”

“yeah, that’s…something.”

His tail coiled around his own leg, squeezing tightly. This angel was… Sans frowned down at Papyrus, still feeling oddly indecisive. Hadn’t he wanted to break the angel before? Destroy and claim and consume… and yet he found himself wanting to keep Papyrus at a distance. He didn’t like the curiosity that was tearing at his mind. In addition, there was that sense of wrongness, the same wrongness that Papyrus had mentioned when they had met. If it felt like this for him, why was this stubborn skeleton still seeking him out?

…unless he felt the same curiosity??

“WELL? ARE YOU GOING TO COME WITH ME?”

Destroy.

Claim.

Keep away. Keep him away.

Sans narrowed his eye sockets, baring his fangs while his small wings made short, quick movements.

“and why should i?”

Papyrus tilted his head, as if thinking about it, then smiled widely.

“WHY NOT?”

There were so many reasons why he shouldn’t—

“fine.”

What?

“OH LOVELY! I KNEW YOU WOULD AGREE. I AM, AFTER ALL, VERY GREAT!”

Sans hopped down from his branch, knocking on Papyrus’s skull on the way, causing the angel to call out an indignant “HEY!”

“don’t let it get to your head, featherbrain. ain’t got nothin’ better to do.”

“ANYTHING.”

“what?”

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO!”

Sans gave him a deadpan stare and started walking back to the tree.

“fuck it, i’m stayin’ here.”

Papyrus darted after him with a despairing look.

“NO WAIT!”

Sans watched from a distance as Papyrus huddled near a large fountain that may have been decent-looking at some point. The center spire where the water would have come out was broken off, and one section of the fountain’s well had crumbled.

Discomfort twisted in his gut. Papyrus looked peaceful, interacting with a couple of birds and letting them hop across his fingers. From his spot, he could hear Papyrus laugh to himself, a joyful little “NYEH HEH HEH!”

It was… adorable.

Not liking the thought process, he attempted to distract himself, conjuring a small blue bone and watching it revolve around his hand. Tilting his head and extending his hand, he directed the construct to fly at blinding speed toward Papyrus, grinning to himself. It passed several inches behind Papyrus’s skull, getting the birds to jump and flutter in panic before settling. He did it several more times at ten second intervals, enjoying Papyrus’s confusion, before sending the bone flying directly between the birds and Papyrus, causing the birds to fly off for good.

“HEY! SO IT WAS YOU! WHY WOULD YOU SEND THEM AWAY!?”

In a remarkably good mood from being so entertained, he shrugged, dismissing the construct with barely a thought. He closed one eye socket, training his one visible eyelight on the annoyed angel and smirking.

“’sa matter, angel? am i rufflin’ your feathers?”

Papyrus’s jaw dropped and Sans could see the effort it took for him not to explode.

“DID YOU JUST MAKE A JOKE?”

Sans shrugged again.

“and if i did?”

After a few moments of working his jaw soundlessly, Papyrus turned around and stomped away, his arms crossed.

“OF COURSE I GET HIM TO RELAX AND HE BEGINS TO MAKE TERRIBLE JOKES…”  His voice was an angry mutter.

Feeling even more satisfied than before, Sans began to follow behind at a distance, his hands in his pockets.

Several weeks had passed, and still the angel had not grown tired of him. Why? And still he himself had made no untoward advances or attacked. Why? He hated it. He hated himself. He hated Papyrus (no he didn’t). He dug his claws into his skull and dragged them downward, savoring the dull pain and the loud noise that overpowered his thoughts. He sat huddled against the wall of his hideaway, growling to himself sporadically.

“GOOD EVENING! I WAS HOPING WE COUL—”

Sans looked up at the object of his thoughts standing in the doorway. The angel looked concerned...how absurd.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

Sans’s voice was low, rough.

“stay away from me.”

Papyrus hesitated, but continued inside anyway, his movements slow and careful.

“It is okay. You can trust me.”

So soothing… who knew his voice could become so soothing… no!

“my trust in you ain’t the fuckin problem, pal,” Sans snarled.

“Language,” Papyrus gently admonished. “Would you mind telling me what the problem is, then?”

“it’s you.”

The angel blinked a few times, evidently not suspecting that answer.

“Me?”

Papyrus frowned a little when Sans ignored the question, looking increasingly wild.

“why are you still here? what do you want from me? are you monitoring me or something?”

Papyrus held out his hands, indicating peace, and took a couple more steps forward. Sans pressed himself against the wall.

“Not at all! I meant it when I said I stayed behind because I felt that the being that stayed behind simply needed a friend!”

“stop. moving.”

Papyrus froze, his palms still held up. All around Sans were white and blue bone constructs, all pointed at Papyrus.

“Okay. It will be okay.”

“no it won’t. it’s never been okay, and it never will be. we wouldn’t be what we are now and where we are now if things were ‘okay’.”

There was a brief period where neither of them said anything, the only sound the unconscious flicking of Sans’s tail against the floor.

“Perhaps you are right. But shouldn’t it be up to us now to make the best of what we have?”

Sans snarled loudly, sending one construct whizzing past Papyrus’s head to get lodged in the ruined wall behind and making it crumble more.

“what is there? a ruined piece of shit city? all the useless fractured shit in my head? doesn’t seem very prime to me. tell me, papyrus. what is there?”

He stiffened as Papyrus reached for him, placing one large hand on his knee. Warm. He was warm. How was a skeleton warm?

“I’m here.”

He snorted.

“not a very convincing argument, there.”

Papyrus seemed to wrestle with something in his head before looking at Sans again, more earnest than before.

“I do not think I can put your mind together, or rebuild the city, but I can keep providing you with company! Something outside of just you.”

i think about you all the time, and all it’s done is made me think i’m goin crazy.

“…yea sure, whatever you say pal.”

Papyrus smiled slightly and moved his hand away. They sat in silence for several long minutes before Papyrus, realizing Sans wasn’t going to say anything else, stood to leave. He put on a large smile, ignoring that the projectiles still around Sans adjusted to still point at his chest.

“I WILL BE ON MY WAY NOW. SURELY YOU NEED A MOMENT TO YOURSELF. HOPEFULLY WE CAN SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER TOMORROW!”

As he made his way to the door one projectile launched past the side of his skull and lodged itself in the doorway. He turned his head to look at Sans, and saw that, while still slumped and looking like death warmed over, he didn’t look angry anymore.

“my name is sans.”

A name…

Feeling inexplicably flustered, Papyrus’s wings fluffed up and his cheekbones flared with orange. He turned back around, standing ramrod straight, and nodded feverishly.

“I-IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, SANS! I’LL BE ON MY WAY NOW!”

 Once Papyrus was no longer in range, Sans dismissed his constructs and huffed to himself in amusement. Such a strong reaction with just a name.

Another couple of weeks and Sans found himself in the park again, sitting on his branch and staring at the night sky. It was a nice thing to look at. He wondered if his mind would shut up if he was among those stars.

“Do you look for something up there?” came the soft query from below.

Sans glanced down, finally acknowledging Papyrus’s presence. He’d already been standing there for several minutes, silently watching him.

“nah. just wish i could be closer sometimes.”

He blinked. Why had he admitted that? He glared at Papyrus, feeling oddly vulnerable.

“Have you tried flying up?”

A flash of annoyance. He tilted his shoulder forward, flapping his small wings a couple of times to prove his point.

“bit difficult to do that.”

“Ah, I see.”

Sighing to himself, Sans hopped down from his branch and scratched at his skull, looking for all the world like he had just been given a long list of chores he had no desire to do.

“so what’s on the agenda this time? wanna go explore a grocery store or somethin’?”

Papyrus said nothing as Sans walked past, and Sans’s brow ridges pulled downward at the silence.

“hey, why ain’t y—”

Long arms snaked around his midsection and his nasal cavity was filled with Papyrus’s scent. Instinct was screaming in his head to do anything he could to shake the angel off, but he heard a deep murmur of ‘Relax’. He could barely acknowledge the word before he saw a nearly blinding flare of orange-white light in his peripheral vision and was in the air. He dug his claws into the arms around his midsection and realized, face burning in shame, that his tail had wrapped around Papyrus’s leg instinctively. Having to resist wincing as his horns dug into Papyrus’s chest, he leaned his head forward a tad to relieve the pressure, watching the ground fall away beneath him.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

“I’M HELPING!” was the response shouted over the wind.

Sans tilted his head to the side, becoming mesmerized by the movements of the wing he could see. Its glow cast a warm light upon his fingers and Papyrus’s arm and flickered with every wingbeat. It was beautiful.

A sudden flare of possessiveness coursed through him, and his grip tightened against Papyrus’s arm. Papyrus had stayed behind for him. Papyrus was carrying him through the air. Papyrus was his. Nearly purring at the thought, he watched the wing for a few more seconds before returning his attention toward the ground beneath him. Where were they? He scanned his surroundings, realizing they were above the mountain that he could always see in the distance. For some reason, he’d never wanted to get close to it.

Papyrus landed gently on a small flat outcropping halfway up the mountain, his wings folding neatly behind him and the bright glow fading to the hue Sans was more familiar with. Papyrus held his hands open before him and beamed.

“SO WHAT DO YOU THINK!?”

Mutely, Sans moved to the edge of the flat area and took in the expanse of stars.

After a moment, he turned to look at Papyrus and flatly said, “i hate it.”

Then he fell over the edge.

Wings flaring with light again, Papyrus lunged after Sans, a lump of fear where his throat would be.

“SANS!!”

He heard a faint chuckle and he twisted midair to see Sans clinging to the cliff face, hands and feet digging into the dark gray stone. With how Sans had turned his head, only one eyelight was visible, though it was lit up with obviously devilish glee. Sans crawled easily (too easily) up to where they had landed and gave Papyrus another amused glance before letting go with his hands… only to walk upside down and casually go back over the edge. Papyrus angrily followed suit, hovering briefly with powerful beats of his wings.

 Sans had begun laughing when he’d gotten to the top but immediately cut himself off when he saw how fierce Papyrus looked, wings glowing, right eye alight, hovering above him like some vengeful god. The demonic instincts were rearing again, saying to be careful.

“i was just playin a pra—”

Papyrus barreled into him, a flurry of feathers overtaking his senses and feeling like the life (unlife?) was being crushed out of him.

“what the hell do you think you’re—”

“DON’T YOU EVER WORRY ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!”

“…”

Sans tapped on Papyrus’s arm while pulling backward, trying to get some distance between them.

“relax.”

He finally got a view of Papyrus’s face and was surprised to see that the angel was crying. An angel… crying for a demon?

“it was just a joke - the view is nice. as for the other thing. i can pull the… gravity… of my own soul in a different direction for a short time. can’t do it to anyone or anything else.” He crossed his arms, rolling his eyelights. “stars know i’ve tried,” he muttered. “so stop crying. it’s weird. and uncomfortable.” He gave Papyrus a pointed look. “besides, big strong heroes don’t cry.”

Papyrus sniffled and placed his hands on his knees, having sunk completely to the floor after Sans had pulled away.

“O-of course they do! The strongest heroes are never afraid to cry.”

“is that right…?”

“That’s right!”

Sans moved behind Papyrus, settling himself down against the fluff of the angel’s feathers. His angel. His Papyrus. A crooked grin overtook his features when he felt the wings poof up against him and he closed his sockets, telling himself it would only be for a little bit.

“guess i’ve got a lot to learn, then.”

Notes: Please forgive my flagrant use of page breaks. Working with POV seemed unusually difficult this time around. Hope yall like, especially you, purr!

[thishasbeencary]

Rules:

1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

Tagged by: @queenofaburiedkingdom, @n3rdlif343va and @kasumi-chou

Lily’s questions:

What is your favorite part of the day? (This can be a time, like the morning, or an action, like seeing your pet)

That moment when I’m about to fall asleep, and I’m just lying in bed with absolutely no thoughts.

What is something you’ve always wanted someone to do for you, but never told them?

I don’t know ?? I like when people create, but I don’t necessarily want them to create for me, you know?

If you could do something for the rest of your life without fear of going broke/getting hurt, what would it be?

I was about to say “swim with the manatees”, but then I noticed it said “for the rest of your life” not just “something you want to do”. Maybe just… explore.

Can you describe the color blue without using the word? (I’m so ready to hear these responses aye)

No.

(Imagine for a second that you’re not afraid of a fish trying to eat your foot, and step deeper into the water. At first, it’s murky, and all you can see is the mud you’ve brought up by dragging your feet along the rocky bottom. Careful! The rocks are sharp, and you need to know better, you need to make sure that your feet don’t start to bleed, so you don’t bring out the sharks. Go further, and start to pretend like you can float. Watch the water in front of you, take in a deep breath, and go under. Hold your breath until –

Now keep going, letting the scales wrap around your legs and letting yourself go deeper and deeper. Explore, see the fish, the coral, but then come up. You’re in the wide open see, and as you float on your back, you see the same echoed above you in color – the sky, with the sun still shining bright, though setting more and more by the second. The clouds are a soft floating cotton against the color, and it brings peace.

You go upright in the water, simple strokes of tail and arms keeping you afloat. All around you is a vast expanse of softly ripping waves, and as you stop for a moment, just floating there, you look, and you see.

And then you dive back under, met with the darker shade of the same color. It’s home, and even as you swim back to the shore the next day, you know to seek it. You can’t avoid the sea, and you see it everywhere. In the sky, in your friend’s eyes, in the too-revealing bikini of the teenager who arrived on the sand, diving into the waves.

You may blend in with the rest, but the color of the sea surrounds, inescapable.)

Best compliment you ever received? 

I’m gonna go with when @thebookofsands drew me as a manatee mermaid. Like I don’t know if that’s necessarily a compliment in the strictest sense, but I still smile when I see it.

What is your favorite au trope?

Mistaken identity/wrong number aus. I love them.

What is your favorite memory?

One of them is my last time in orchestra for a musical in high school, we had professionals play with us every year because enough people never signed up. And one of the professionals, who played saxophone, and so sat next to me every year, told me that he’d really appreciated that I did orchestra and that he’d miss me next year and I was just… very thankful, because orchestra was a struggle sometimes since I was often alone and forgotten.

What is something you’ve always secretly wanted people to compliment you on?

I’d usually say my writing, but people do compliment that a lot. I feel like… people genuinely compliment me a lot, and that’s not even me bragging, I’m just ?? people are very sweet to me, and I appreciate it so much.

Hogwarts house?

Ravenclaw.

What is your favorite song at the moment? (Or your #1 played song on your phone if you don’t have one)

Honestly, idk. I don’t listen to that much music that isn’t the Jurassic Park soundtrack rn so if that counts, the Jurassic Park theme. Like, the main theme. The one that makes you feel really pumped up to get eaten by some dinosaurs.

Do you cry during movies/tv shows/while reading books/fanfics?

Not usually.

 n3rdlif343va’s questions:

What super power would you most like to have and why?

Telepathy. It’s a risk, because there are good thoughts and there are bad thoughts that you’d pick up on, but it’d be very interesting to be able to pick up on what people are actually thinking. How often have you been in a situation where you just wanted to know, for better or for worse. Plus, I mean, I’ve already got the wheelchair. What else do I need to become Charles Xavier?

If you could cuddle with any fandom character, who would you pick?

Oh god. That’s a hard one. I’m gonna say Viktor Nikiforov right now.

Which Ninja Turtle are you?

Tbh I know very little about the Ninja Turtles but I googled and Donatello is the purple one, so that’s me. I like purple.

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

At least 1.

Which one horrible fashion trend would you rock (in public) for a full 24 hours?

Bro, I have picked them all up already. I wore some mad hair feathers. What even is fashion right now? I dislike croptops, and that’s all I can think of.

What is your least favorite trope?

A/B/O. I just dislike mpreg, so that’s why. I have read a couple to support friends, though.

What is your favorite movie soundtrack?

JURASSIC PARK or star wars. But. Jurassic Park.

Who is your favorite ship of all time?

Oooh that’s a hard one, oh man. Han/Leia, probably.

What color are your socks?

I am not wearing socks today. My shoes were black!

Plane, train or automobile?

Train. I’ve never been on one before and I’d love to. :)

Do you like you like Green Eggs and Ham?

Well, I like eggs, and I like ham, so how bad can they be?

(I may just like them, Sam I am.)

 Kasumi’s questions:

First letter of your real name

C!

Age/birthday

I just nearly said 18, I am a mess. I’m twenty, and my birthday is January 26th.

Favourite season (weather if you don’t get it)

Fall

Favourite fruit

Raspberries!!!

Do you have short, medium or long hair?

Long. It’s basically down to my butt.

Hanahaki or soulmate?

Soulmate <3

Angst or Fluff?

Ahhh there’s a hard one. I’m gonna go with angst even though all I’ve written lately is fluff.

Soundboard (help the writer with ideas) or beta (help the writer with wording/grammar)?

You know the answer to this one ;) But soundboard. I don’t pick up on grammar while I’m reading.

Do you still have an active ff.net? If yes, link

Oh god no. But here’s my old one if yu want to cringe at my Vampirates fic: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2275402/manateesandmishacollins

Would you trade one of Phichit’s hamsters to bring Vicchan back to life?

I’m allergic to dogs, so my gut instinct says no, but I also want my son to be happy, so I’ll say yes. But also, Phichit.

Should Victor and Yuuri both wear white at their wedding?

Wear whatever they want! White, pink, blue, orange, black, yellow? Do whatever! Wear a dress! Wear a suit! Just get married, and do it quick.

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As you can tell, I was tagged by too many people, and they tagged like everyone else I’d attack, and I don’t want to come up with my own question, so here you go. If I did have questions, I’d tag @somehcpe @thetiniestkotorfan and @maximumhetalia at least but questions are effort so I’m letting y’all off easy.