forever thinking abt a fic set in the background of a 2016 era sans/reader, where the fic is actually about papyrus falling for a background character
more rambling under the cut because ouaiduhsjshdj,,,,,,
they meet in a supermarket (sans and the mc are flirting and papyrus needed to be out of the way in order for sans to make a bunch of puns and endear himself to the mc) and papyrus is just like...
"GREETINGS, APOLOGIES FOR THE INTRUSION, I NEEDED TO TALK NONSENSE TO A STRANGER SO MY BROTHER HAS AN EXCUSE TO FLIRT WITH THAT PERSON!!"
only for the reader/bgc to just take things in stride and reply with something that catches his attention. they too exist outside of the plot and thus have the freedom to say whatever they want when "off-camera".
but he gets pulled away early because the plot requires him to interrupt sans and the mc, and he either leaves or makes a commotion that causes the two main characters to say their temporary farewells.
they only see each other fleetingly because papyrus is at the whims of the other overarching story (which relegates him to emotional support for sans, while also having sans hide his emotions from pap).
a lot of the time papyrus is just loudly doing things in the kitchen, while sans is off angsting, which means for a while theres just a lot of phonecalls to bgc...
eventually, as sans and the mc get their shit together, papyrus gets sent off to culinary school (to make sans confront his emotions about the mc, ofc. papyrus only shows up in the epilogue of the sans/reader via video call, happy to see that his brother finally got together w the person he loves)
and so papyrus has to go to his friend, telling them teary eyed that he'll never see them again... and the bgc just goes "well... you'll need someone to take you to the airport. neither you or sans has a license."
and then they turn up with their bags packed, ready to get out of this town and make their own story.
DO YOU SEE MY VISION. i cant write it because i have a hundred other things going on but. AUGH.
The shock of how clearly he spoke made you pause as his magic filled the air. Could feel it making the hair on your arms bristle, goosebumps forming from the lingering hiss in your mind.
It was clear your bonely lover was upset at the term you had just tried to lovingly call him.
Staring, you saw how tense his shoulders were; How tight his fangs got. Could feel yourself shying away, trying to shrink down yourself when his glare came on you.
Seeing that? He sighed. Hard. As hard as he normally does trying to calm himself down from a physical fight...
Giving him some time to try and relax, no sooner the magic relaxed in the room…
“Why not?” The words couldn’t be stopped.
“...b’cause-... we ain’ those.”
“Soulmates?” Your head tilted gently. “But… It’s something silly to call the other, isn’t it?”
“...no.” Russ rubbed his face, bare bones scraping against the other. “... monsta culture, thare’s actually a thing ‘bout it. n’ i-...” He groaned before looking at you with his tired sockets. “...i had’un, Y/n. long b’fer ya…”
“Oh? You had one?” You gently repeated. “I-... Ain’t going to ask, but… I’m sorry for upsetting you. I-... Didn’t know.”
Russ moved slowly to put his clawed hand into yours, intertwining them as he pulled your hand up and pressed his fangs against your knuckles. After which, he sighed something of a relief as he just rubbed a part of your hand in circles with his thumb.
“nah… i jus’-” A look of regret could be seen before he looked you in the eyes. “at th’time, when it all collasped... it wasn’ perty. n’ now, i jus’ don’ believe in tha’ no more… s’a fantasy tha’ most will die for… n i ain’ inta dyin’ when i got someone who ain’ no fantasy, sittin’ right b’side me now. In real time… someone i can touch…”
Gently, ever so softly, he reached to caress your hair back. Looking at you as if you were untouchable; Sockets filling with softness just for you.
“... ta hold…”
His hand slid down to your shoulder, his other tightening your hand together with his, as he slid closer against you.
Before you knew it, his face was inching its way closer to yours, as you could feel the tint of his magical breath blow against your own skin.
“...ta kiss…” He smiled, watching as your face began to heat up.
As you tried to say a word, anything at all; He silenced you with his skeletal kiss against your own lips. The warmth of his magic surged through you, feeling as if he was indeed kissing and not pressing his fangs against you.
“...soulmates… ain’ fer m’.” He said, after a time. “...cause i got someone… betta than tha’.
‘You’re saying the Underground isn’t what it’s supposed to be? Like, we’re in an alternate reality?’
Flowey hesitated, but nodded. He watched your reaction, tensing up a bit. He had to be careful with how much he revealed to you. You couldn’t know he was aware of the true nature of his world.
‘Huh. And what event caused it? Someone died who was not supposed to? Someone sneezed in the wrong place at the wrong time?’
He ignored your joking and went on. ‘That’s the thing; I don’t know. I tried investigating, but I haven’t the darndest clue. All I know is that, at some point, Asgore passed down that decree and, one faithful day, monsters start butchering each other for LOVE! It wasn’t supposed to happen like this!’
‘Why not?’ you questioned.
‘Because monsters are peaceful by nature. Forgiving. Asgore, even more so.’
You snorted. ‘Hard to believe that. The moment the name Asgore comes up in conversation, people make that terrified look. As if you caught them masturbating in the shower.'
‘What about my challenge?’ you demanded, taking a few steps toward her.
Undyne spun around, looking furious. ‘Shut up! You will not address me, you filth!’
But you were not going to stand for it. ‘You’re a royal bitch, you know that?’
The crowd gasped, going dead silent. Sans’ eye sockets went blank, wide as saucers. He couldn’t hold back his wheezing and bent over, pretending he was having a coughing fit. Sometimes you had the most unexpected reactions. Once again you made Undyne wear that priceless look. He had forgotten how much fun humans could be. Undyne was such a stuck up fish. He never thought he would see the day someone would get under her scales. He made a mental note to buy you a beer at Grillby’s once this whole ordeal was over.
Enraged, she materialized a circle of spears above your head, ready to strike you down in one swift move. A circle of red bones towered over you as they sprung from the ground in response, shielding you from the incoming blows. As spear hit on bone, the noise deafened you and made you crouch over, the sound still ringing in your ears once it was over. You were positive Flowey had fainted in your backpack. Once the dust settled, on the other side of the arena you could see Papyrus extending his palm. He had used his magic against Undyne to protect you.
Bravery and Pride: Chapter 9 published!
Read it in: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16484387/chapters/80406190
this isn't an ask, I've just had a lot of down days lately, so is it possible I can have a few words from mutt to magic my pain away? thanks! oxox
Aww, I’m so sorry to hear that, Sweetpea! ;-; Here, something to hopefully cheer you up ♥
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You and Russ were good friends; More than two peas in a pod, one could say.
Forgot how you came to know this big ol’ goof... But each time you saw him, your face grew into smiles. Only added to the shared laughs you both would get into your daily routines of enjoying one another company; Whether it was him trying to prank someone, gaming together, or just outright chilling in a hammock outside together.
But recently; The smiles have became smaller.
As the days dragged on, you found yourself frowning more and more... And as the days came, they turned dreadful each time you woke up, becoming a hassle to get out of bed.
You found yourself smiling through a thin sheet of paper constantly, trying to keep pushing on like you normally do. Upon seeing your favorite Monster was no exception... No matter how much you wished it was, no matter how much you wished you could smile at him and it would all go away, it just-...
Wouldn’t.
Russ kept looking at you as you both were walking to a favorite hotspot of yours. After a hard day at work, you figured a small outing would do you good, despite your mentality screaming at you to go home.
After a few steps of Russ trying to pun, seeing only a weak smile each time along with a barely audible laugh that was difficult to hide the crack of wanting to sob... He stopped for the rest of the way, issuing in silence besides the both of your steps.
It was quiet, but never awkward...
Slowly, felt his arm wrap around you; Pulling you warmly into his side as he kept going. As tall as he was, he was matching your pace perfectly; Perhaps going even slower...
Before he stopped completely, looking down with a gentle expression as you questioned him quietly.
“hey... lesgo somewhere else, huh?” Russ said softly.
With a wink, he didn’t wait before he ported you both.
At first, you thought you completely blacked out... Until you could faintly see the color of pink dancing underneath bones.
A tilted smirk came on your face. “Russ, what are-”
The question was dashed as he finally released your eyes, allowing you to see an array of gorgeous pink and white Echoflowers, all potted in rows. The surprise had you gawking at the gorgeous sight. Looking to Russ, about to talk; He hushed you gently, his sockets gentle.
Confusion was purely in your face, but nothing had you ready for what came next...
“You’re beautiful...” A whisper...
“Don’t Give UP! You got this, I believe in you!” A louder whisper...
“Take your time; No matter what or how hard something is... You can learn from it, and only get better from there.” And another...
“There is always light in the dark; No matter how small, it’s there!” Another...
“Explore what you can; Enjoy what you do!” Again...
“...Though you may feel alone... Remember the ones you Love with all your heart... Then you’ll never be lonely.” And again!
Whispers upon whispers of uplifting and encouraging words spilled from the flowers, like a chorus of different people who came together... Ironically, some of the voices sounded familiar to you, while others were a complete mystery.
But there was one voice you immediately picked up on, whispering right next to your ear.
Turning, you were face to face with Russ, who gently took to cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears from your face. His fangs, ever so dangerous, seemed to have a softness to them only aimed at you.
“...wanna know what I like?” Russ repeated his whisper. Upon seeing the curiousity in your glossy eyes, he rested his forehead against yours, a gentle purr coming out.
“... i like you... for who and how ya are...” He said so warmly. “... yer gunna be jus’ fine... jus’ be ya. no matta wha’ emotion it is; yer stronger fer showin’ it.
Darlin’, yer’a Deity... yer’a Badass... n’ ya got this.
