I crave soft fell interactions!! I’m not quite sure how to put it in imagine for the ship but a snippet of Vermillion and Scarlet(Thats what you call them right?) being soft in private. Maybe a hug from behind while Scarlet is doing something. Plz and thank you, sorry if this is a weird ask and not in the boundaries of what you asked for.
((Oh good lord anon, this is my ship!!! You do not understand how much I love this ship- god.. there’s gotta be a better name for the ship. I’ll come up with one someday. It's just so cute!!!! Also, I specifically said that all ships are welcome. Of course this fits the criteria.))
((I’m sorry it got slightly angsty ;w;))
He isn’t quite sure why he woke up, if he had a dream he surely won’t be able to remember it. He’s been sleeping less and less these days, but at least he hasn’t remembered any of the dreams.. or Asgore forbid, nightmares.
Scar opens the fridge, the light produced from the door the only source of sight in the darkness of his silent house. He reaches for his favorite mustard bottle and knocks his head back to squirt the sour goop onto his extended tongue. The zing of the condiment spreading through his mouth and waking him up better than any coffee ever could have. He reaches up to rub his tired socket, guess he’s going to be staying up for a while longer...
The half eaten hot dog that laid unwrapped on top of one of his brother's numerous containers of spaghetti catches his eye.
He hasn’t been the most consistent with eating, mostly snacks here and there, and nothing truly nutritious enough to be counted as a meal. So the hot dog will have to do for his nightly meal. As much as he loves his brother, and loves to support him, there is no force in the entire underground that could force him to eat that so called ‘spaghetti.’
The hot dog is drowned in the mustard just the way he likes it. Scar raises the hot dog to his mouth, the sharp fumes of the mustard filling his senses and-
The light in the kitchen is flicked on.
Caught mid bite he stares at his brother in the doorway to the kitchen. Hadn’t even noticed him coming down the stairs... He looks absolutely dreadful.
Scarlet’s nickname for his brother, as much as he despises it outwardly, they both know he adores the nickname.
Bags under Vermillion’s sockets speak louder than the silence between the brothers. He reaches for the coffee maker, turning away from his brother as he brews a pot for himself. Zoning out as he watches the pot slowly come to a boil, he barely seems there. His lights unfocused, practically giving him double vision but he hardly seems to care.
Scarlet sighs, no words needed to understand his brother just woke up from a nightmare. Again.
Shoving the mustard drenched hot dog into his mouth, he wanders over to his brother, nonchalantly leaning against the counter with his elbows resting behind him.
Silence fills the room. Tiny sounds becoming the only thing occupying the brother’s minds. The hum and bubbling of the coffee maker, the slight buzzing from electrical parts whirring and heating up the stagnant water. The buzz of the cheap electrical lights from above, being all they could afford, even with all of Scar’s odd jobs. Even wind outside bashing against the sturdy house, giving away that a snowstorm is soon to come.
The peace is soul wrenching.
There is barely a day when either of the brothers experience peace. Only in the wee hours of the morning and even then peace rarely lasts. From a frantic knock at the door to an angry call to arms, peace is something treasured, and far too sparse.
Scarlet interrupts the silence, finding his voice far too loud compared to the peace they had just moments ago. He sighs heavily and turns to his brother, now staring at him, neither fully awake.
“did you.. have a nightmare...?”
Vermillion’s tired, previously unreadably expression crumples as he reaches for his brother. His arms wrapping around him as his skull hides into the crook of Scarlet’s neck, who is already enveloping his brother in a warm hug.
Silence falls around them once again, interrupted by shaky breaths once and a while from either brother.
It seemed like they stood there for hours, holding each other, barely a whisper exchanged before Scarlet finally decides they both should sleep. Morning hours are never kind to the mind, especially four AM thoughts.
Clutching onto his brother tightly, his claws nearly digging into Ver’s night shirt, he teleports just above the cushiony pillows of his race car bed. They both fall with each other, but Vermillion has done this a thousand times with his brother, normally he would scold him but.. Tonight he is far too tired.
“Y...Yes.” His scratchy voice makes it difficult to speak, especially since he hasn’t slept well in the past couple of nights. “Yes I had a nightmare.”
Nodding in sympathy, Scarlet cradles his brother’s head against his chest, turning as they both tangle their legs together. Ver’s arm draped over his brother as their chests rise and fall in unison.
“do you want to hear a story?”
It’s how they always passed the time. Got over uncomfortable feelings. Neither good with confronting them directly so.. It was always Scarlet who told his brother’s stories, no matter how old either of them grew. He never ran out of stories.
Scar draws in a deep breath wracking his tired mind of a story. He always winged it but tonight is really going to be a doozy.
“alright..once upon a time there lived a prince. he was a handsome fellow, strong and courageous. no one could match him in battle in any form. whether it be wits or sword.”
He pauses to gather up the next lines.
“being so awesome came with a price. everyone relied on him, enemies came from afar to find his weaknesses and take him down. he barely had a moments rest. it wore the prince out having to be always available. barely a moments time to himself amongst the war and fighting.”
Scar scratches his jaw stuck on the next part. He has the happy ending in mind but now he needs to get to that part.
“peace never seemed like an option. till one day a diplomat came through. not well known in any sorts but their words calmed the stormy souls of those living in the kingdom. they met with everyone and eventually came up to the prince. the prince didn’t trust them, not one bit. too many have come in an attempt to take his life. he challenged them to a duel but the diplomat surprised him. instead of fighting, they flirted.”
“the prince was bested by not someone who fought but by someone who showed mercy. he looked onto his people to see peace along the land where there had been strife. it was confusing and terrifying..to see everyone getting along. but the diplomat did it. they went on to talk to the king and the world was no longer kill or be killed. weak monsters could go out without fear of being slaughtered. chatter filled the streets instead of swords clashing and screams. the prince had no idea how they did it.”
Scar gently strokes his brothers skull.
“the prince had their first morning without being interrupted. able to drink coffee while gazing out the window onto his kingdom. for once..he had no worries. the prince had to know how the diplomat quelled the souls of everyone. he approached them after getting ready and demanded their secrets. the diplomat gave a small chuckle and smiled up at the prince. “mercy and kindness.” is all they told him. having a twinkle in their eyes. the prince didn’t quite get it but he swore to understand how to resolve things like the diplomat did. from that day forth peace stayed in the kingdom. the kind and prince ruling with a kinder grip and strife was rarely seen. each morning the prince got to get up without a frantic knock on his door and enjoy a cup of joe. taking in the serenity until he goes to travel with the diplomat once more. listening and learning while having fun….the end.”
Small beads of sweat dot his forehead. Hoping that the story was good.
Vermillion smiles, his nightmare all forgotten as he leans up to kiss his brother’s jaw, earning a flustered chuckle from Scarlet. Both of them shifting their positions as Ver lays across Scar, nuzzling him softly. Tiredness gripping his soul as he finally feels comfortable enough to sleep.
“Thank you... that was perfect.”
“Good night, Sans... I love you.”
“heh.. love ya too, paps.”
