you know i was going to explain how i saw this ship going down but i looked at an unfinished idea and made a drabble. Cause this ship needs some more content.
That being said, this isn’t a happy fic and may make people uncomfortable. No one has bad intentions but it’s not a good situation; mentor/student age gap drabble (Undyne is around 19/20), M rating.
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A hushed tone fell over the great hall as he walked towards the centre of the ballroom. Asgore could pick out the whispers from the crowd being shocked that their king was actually taking part in the dance. He could hear the shocked gasps when some of the patrons glanced at his partner.
Isn’t that?
Scandalous!
He’s probably just humoring her…
There’s no way!
“Having second thoughts?” Undyne whispered as they move towards the center of the ballroom.
Asgore shook his head softly, trying to ignore the implications of his first dance but not really trusting his voice right now. When his star pupil had approached him a few minutes ago he had hardly recognised her. Undyne had never been to one of his formal functions before, but then she’d never been in a position where she had reason to attend until her recent ascension to the guard.And she’d never been old enough. He had always thought of her as a scrappy young upstart, always getting into fights, and with a wicked temper.
But suddenly she didn’t seem so young anymore.
Asgore was well practiced in many forms of formal dance, but he’d never been with a partner so slight his hand wrapped around their entire waist. Without her heavy training armor Undyne seemed half her normal size. But she still commanded the room; the dark evening dress dazzled with tiny gems, reflected the light of the ballroom they danced. She also held herself with a surprising amount of poise, like she was really trying to impress everyone watching. It might not have been working the way she had intended, but no one in the ballroom could keep their eyes of her.
Including the king.
On the one hand, he should be stopping this. He had sat out of the first dance for years since his queen had left, only occasionally joining in when asked by soul-bonded monsters of standing. But Undyne was different. Everyone in the kingdom knew he’d been mentoring her, in fact many of the now shocked faces had been the ones to encourage their king previously. One dance was harmless. At least that was what he was trying to convince himself of. It was hard to think of their dance as entirely innocent when her hands were running through the fur on his arms.
He swallowed heavily, trying to focus on finishing the dance before he made a fool of himself. Undyne’s probably had nothing more than a misguided crush, but it had been so long since he had felt another’s touch. Since he had felt anything more than a broken soul in his chest. But now with her lithe form in his arms, her dress clinging to every curve of her supple body, his mind wasn’t holding back. There was a moment where she looked up at him with sparkles in her uncovered eye where he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her. He had visions of taking her, right here where everyone could see, manipulating her tiny body until she was screaming his name.
Luckily the band finished up their song and everyone parted for applause, giving Asgore a chance to shake of his sinful thoughts. When he regained his senses his dance partner had changed to one of his canine guards who started to chatter about the new developments in snowdin. He discreetly tried to locate Undyne when he had the chance, finding her laughing at the punch bowl with some of the other guards. When she noticed him watching she gave him a soft smile, offering so much with such a simple gesture.
But he was the king, and she was too young to know what she really wanted.
