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angstyfluffwriter · 6 years

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“I Don’t Need Protection From A Monster”

Just because I’m in the mood, have some SpicyHoney angst. This may become a two-parter, but it’ll be a while after I post this to write the possible-second part. For now, I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNING: Cursing, Violence, Mentions Blood/Gore and Self-Hatred. ---------------------------------------

‘This universe is much nicer,’ he said. ‘You and Red are safe here.’ What a load of bullshit. It was a moment ago that Edge was having a casual conversation with a male rabbit monster at the shop, searching for pasta to cook for dinner. At first it was about how peaceful the town of Sunnedout was, but then the rabbit started talking about a certain short skeleton that hung around the Magnificent Sans a lot. The very description of his older brother made the tall brother’s rage boil.

“That bag of misery,” he had said, “should just get the hell out of here. He’s ruining the peace with his constant complaining.”

At that moment, the edgelord couldn’t remember what had happened--everything turned red at that moment--but he did remember the yelp the other monster let out as he collapsed onto the floor and clutched his pinkish nose, blood leaking all over the tiled floor. The enraged skeleton hurled a string of insults at the rabbit, declaring that he didn't know anything about what that skeleton went through and he had no right to say such things. The injured monster had peered up at Edge and the look of horror was clear as crystal in his eyes. Unfortunately, the shop had been filled with quite a few people at the time, which meant that there were many witnesses to the Terrible Papyrus’s sudden fury-filled snap. With his skull tainted a bright red in rage and embarrassment, the tall skeleton stormed out of the store empty-handed. Though it wasn’t an abnormal occurrence that he lost his temper, Edge almost-never lashed out so swiftly and without a second thought. There was no way that Stretch, his lover of four months and counting, wouldn’t catch wind of this incident. As much as the laid-back skeleton tried to convince his edgier counterpart that his universe was nicer than UnderFell, Edge just couldn’t get himself comfortable in a world where no one had to fight to survive and no one was subjected to any sort of abuse. To him, it was too good to be true; the situation at the Shop was a prime example of this. Him and his brother would never be able to fit in, no matter what. It just wasn’t meant to happen.

Edge could still feel the sickening crack of the rabbit’s nose breaking on his knuckles as he opened the front door to the UnderSwap skeleton’s humble abode. All he wanted at that moment was a bottle of wine and a good book, but as he came face-to-face with a clearly-irritated boyfriend Edge could tell that his anger-relief tactic would have to wait. His piercing-red eyelights looking into pale-orange ones, there was a tense pause between the two skeletons before the lethargic skeleton broke the silence.

“What happened?” Stretch asked aggressively, crossing his arms over his chest.

With a sigh, the edgelord rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn’t just lie to his soulmate about this kind of thing. Well, he could, but his lazy counterpart was better at reading through lies than him. Not like that would make matters any better than they were now. “I got into a scuffle. However, I can explain-” A harsh rumble cut him off. “Ya better explain real damn quick, Edge. I told you multiple times that everything is fine here and you and Red are okay. Do I need to spell it out for ya?”

A growl? For the longest time, Edge has never heard Stretch growl. Okay that might have been an over-exaggeration; he’s rarely heard him like that. Normally, Stretch would only do this if he was pissed beyond belief. But now? Hearing his lover so vexed by his actions was surprisingly uncomfortable for the edgelord. Almost as uncomfortable as his brother making suggestive puns and jokes around women; particularly attractive, which he himself was never okay with in the first place.

“No, you don’t. Look I know it looks bad, but I’m not sorry. That asshole was talking shit about my brother and I had to let him have it.”

The lazier skeleton rolled his eyelights, speaking in his sarcastic tone that the edgelord disliked beyond belief. “Oh, I’m so sure he had it comin’,” His tone turned back to his normal scolding tone. “Look I get what you’re tryin’ ta say, but that’s no excuse for breaking someone’s damn nose.”

His anger flared as Edge gave Stretch an irritated look. “He gets enough shit as is. I’m the only one who’s allowed to talk shit about my brother. No one else.” “Have you even tried being nice towards him? Instead of, ya know, makin’ him feel like shit?” Pause. “That’s not what this conversation is about and you damn-well know it. Not only that, but my reasons for treated Red the way that I do is none of your concern.”

The normally-chill skeleton snapped back with, “I’m your boyfriend and his friend. It is part of my concern. If ya keep treatin’ him like that, you may permanently ruin him. Which brings me back to my main point, ya need ta cut your little ‘badass’ shit out now before it gets ya into legal trouble.

“I get it; this place is much different compared to your universe and it takes time to get used to the atmosphere. However, you’ve been here plenty of times and you’ve been living with me for two whole months. Ya should know how to control your anger at this point in time, if not gain more patience. Look at ya, Edge,” Stretch gestured to Edge’s appearance. “You’re already big and scary t’almost everyone here. You lashing out at another monster in public isn’t gonna help improve your image.”

The edgelord growled aggressively before jabbing a finger into his own chest. “If they don’t like me, so fucking be it! I’m only here because you need protecting!”

“I don’t need protecting from a monster who can’t control himself! At this rate, people are gonna think that I need protecting from ya ‘cause they fear that you’re gonna hurt me next!”

Time seemed to freeze around Edge, his entire body statue-still at the thought. People would actually think that he’d actually harm the one he dedicated his life to every day since their first date? While he knew that he was able to control himself to some extent, the Terrible Papyrus didn’t have any way of manipulating people into thinking against such an absurd idea. When he didn’t reply, the lethargic skeleton got up in his face with an even-more-twisted look of anger on his face.

“Hell, I can’t blame ‘em. If I didn’t love ya as much as I do now, I would think that ya would strike me down right here, right now. Ya don’t have any sort of physical restraint and that’s what’s keepin’ people away from ya. I don’t ask ya ta calm down for shits and giggles , nor do I tell ya ta make friends with people here. All I ask is that ya give these people a chance before ya go swingin’ your fists and weapons at random people like some sort of mad man.”

Stretch placed his hands on either side of the other’s face, pressing his foreskull up against his. “I know it’s hard transitioning from a dangerous atmosphere to a more peaceful place, but you’re too violent when it comes to the little things. It’s almost like ya were lookin’ forward ta wreckin’ somethin’ or someone’s health.”

There was a sharp pain in Edge’s soul. For a split moment, he wanted to smack his beloved. Perhaps Stretch was right, but that couldn’t be true. ...Could it? A low snarl resonated from the depths of the ex-guardsman’s chest. “You actually believe that I’m a blood-thirsty sadist who would hurt anyone I damn-well pleased?” “That’s not what I mean. What I mean is that-” The edgelord shoved his lazier counterpart away. “You’re just like the rest. You take the side of the victim when he was harassing my brother. I’m a killer, I know, but that doesn’t mean that I want to hurt people. And I most-certainly wouldn’t be caught dead with a hand up to strike you. But, of course, since I’m the one from the bad universe, I’m the bad guy. I always am to you people. You don’t know shit, Stretch.

“You don’t know what it’s like fighting for your fucking life. You don’t know what it’s like to constantly live in fear of being killed in your sleep when you were a child. You don’t know what it’s like to train for survival and watch the only person who stuck with you through it all grow careless and vulnerable,” There was a hint of a crack in Edge’s voice. “You don’t know jack-shit about anything to do with UnderFell other than the fact that monsters don’t believe in mercy there and kill for their own personal gain. Don’t pretend to be on my side when you’re obviously not and don’t pretend to fucking understand. “How about you try to prepare your brother for the possible future of you not being there to protect him? You try fighting to the death with people who are blind with hatred that was bottled up in them for fucking decades. You try being being constantly stressed out because not only is your brother giving up in a world where it’s kill or be killed, but you’re constantly trying to survive with all the hatred that you’re forced to fucking live with. The simplest of tasks there always become a chore when you feel glares aimed at you everywhere you fucking go.

“When you figure out how hard that is, feel free to come back to me and keep shooting your mouth about how horrible I am.”

Without waiting for Stretch’s response, the upset edgelord turned away and stormed out of the house. As he left he could feel frightened eyes on him from the other civilians, making him cling onto his scarf as he rushed out of town. As he distanced himself from the sanctuary amongst the uncertainty, Edge could hear his lover call out to him but ultimately ignored it. Though what was said was said and the argument ended, the ache in his soul only grew stronger. He wasn’t like the others. Sure he can’t say that he was completely different from the rest of the hate-twisted abominations of his universe, but he would never harm people he cared about. Well, not intentionally. ...Then again, for as long as the edgelord could remember, he’s always harmed Red in some way or another; whether it was a smack at the back of the skull or some poisonous insult. Was he actually capable of harming Stretch without meaning to? The thought of such a thing occurring chilled the edgelord down to the bone; no pun intended. Ugh, he needed a drink. A strong intoxicating drink to pull himself out of his torturous thoughts.

#spicyhoney angst #spicyhoney #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #my poor skelebois #I love them so much but the angst #*Heartfelt oof*

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angstyfluffwriter · 6 years

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Drunk!Swap Papyrus x Fell!Papyrus

Starting a blog off with self-shipping. What's the worst that could happen? Anyways, enjoy.

WARNING: It's suggestive and has a lot of swearing in it, but not to the point of it being too NSFW. No kinky shit for any of y'all today. Sorrynotsorry-

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Edge gave a low growl, glaring at the clock on the oven. It was 12:37 at night. His lover was supposed to be back with food SIX HOURS AGO. The edgelord was already dressed in his muscle tee and jeans; his usual night attire. He checked his phone to see that, unsurprisingly, that bastard never returned his calls. Edge knew that the surface was much larger than in the Underground, but it's not that difficult to go to the fucking grocery store.

"Fucking son of a bitch," Edge snarled, tossing his phone onto the couch.

As if on cue, the front door slammed open and a orange-hoodied lazyass stumbled inside. With a small hiccup, Swap leaned back against the door to close it, almost tripping over his own feet. Edge rewarded his counterpart's presence with an ice-cold glare, angrily folding his arms over his chest.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" The edgelord scolded, his tone dripping with fury. "How fucking hard is it to go buy groceries?! And WHERE ARE THE FUCKING GROCERIES?!?"

Stretch hazily glanced up at Edge and gave him a doofy smile. "H-heeey, Eeedgy~" He hiccuped again, letting out a small giggle.

The ex-guardsman examined his lover's features, taking note of the orange tint on Swap's cheekbones and the stumble in his step. ...The bastard was drunk. It took him that damn long to get drunk on whatever-the-fuck and stagger on home? Ugh- Edge gave another snarl, marching up to the other and roughly grabbing onto his hoodie. He pulled the lazier Papyrus's face close to his, his snarling growing louder, ignoring the hideous stench of drugs that his lover was emitting.

"You are so fucking useless, I swear to Asgore. I gave you a simple job-a SIMPLE JOB-and you go and--" He was cut-off by Stretch clinking his alcohol-reeking teeth against his freshly-brushed ones.

Edge felt his soul flip in his ribcage as his entire body stiffen from the skeleton-kiss. Mortified by this action, the edgelord shoved Swap away and wiped his mouth, the taste of beer contaminating his mouth. He muttered obscenities as a rosy-red blush blossomed on his own pointed cheekbones and the drunken skeleton giggled once more. Before he could come up with a snappy comeback or declaring how revolting the drunkard's taste was, Stretch threw himself at Edge again. The lazy skeleton smelled like he took a tour in a cigarette factory and dove into a pool of beer. If the edgelord had guts, he would have felt the urge to regurgitate them out.

"G-get the fuck off of me," He gave a low growl, attempting to shove his intoxicated counterpart off a second time. "You're drunk and you smell horrid. Take a fucking shower-"

A sudden grip on his hips cut the edgelord off, making him gasp in surprise. For a drunken lazyass, Stretch had a tough grip. Somehow. The ex-guardsman's soul pulsed as foreign bony fingers skillfully traced his sides, sending a small shiver up and down the edgelord's spine. Why did Stretch have to be so touchy when he gets drunk? And why his hips?

"Shut the hell up~" Swap purred softly, bringing his face closer to Edge's neck.

Blood-red eyelights shrunk when the Terrible Papyrus felt the hot breath of his counterpart on his totally-not-sensitive neck. He tried to push the other away, his face lighting up like a damn stoplight. That is until his back hit the wall and his arms were brought up over his head. Edge blinked several times, peering into Honey's eyesockets. In all his years of knowing the lazyass, he never expected him to be so...not lazy. Usually, the Terrible Papyrus was the one doing the dominating; not Swap.

"S-Stretch," the edgelord growled, "get the h-hell off of me before I kick your ass."

"How about," Stretch summoned his magic tongue, teasingly licking along the other's neck, "no..?"

A shudder rocked through Edge. His entire body tensed up as his soul did multiple flips in his ribcage. Curse his neck's sensitivity to the deepest depths of hell. The edgelord gave another growl only to have it converted to a small whine with another lick. And another. And another. His not-needed breath became hitched right away and he tilted his head to expose more of his neck. Of course, the edgelord hated himself for being so weak, but he didn't want him to stop. Not now, anyway.

It seemed that Honey caught on to his sudden change in behavior because he chuckled with a small hiccup and began nipping on a single touchy vertebra. "Not such a pissy guy now, are ya?~"

Edge refused to let a drunken ashtray win in this situation. But god damn, the nipping got to him. He gave an empty snarl to mask another whine that threatened to escape. By now, the ex-guardsman's skull felt fuzzy and the gentle bites from Swap made his scarred bones feel like static. The edgelord began to give into the other's touch, wrapping his arms around his counterpart's neck and leaning into his wandering hands as if asking for more. Much to his displeasure, his nonverbal wish wasn't granted as Stretch pulled away with his tongue sticking out.

"Feelin' better?~" He growled playfully and nuzzled Edge.

This was rewarded with a non-playful growl in return. "Fuck you, Swap.."

There was a snort. "Gladly~" However before he had the chance to continue to melt the edgelord's bones into putty, the lazy skeleton fell limp onto the other.

Edge blinked several times and huffed, holding a passed-out Swap in his arms with a burning-red tint on his face. With a grunt, he managed to pick the other up bridal-style and proceeded to carry him up to their bedroom. How he was gonna take care of the tingling feeling in his body wasn't exactly the first thing on his list, but damn it, Edge was gonna make the bastard pay for teasing him like that.

"Sleep well, asshole," he grumbled as he laid Stretch on the bed. "When you wake up, you owe me."

After covering his passed-out lover in blankets, Edge laid down next to him, pressing his chest against the other's back and bringing his arms around his waist. Groceries will have to wait until later the next morning. Ah well. As mad as he was, the edgelord couldn't resist that sweet face. He placed a light kiss on the back of Swap's skull before slowly drifting off to sleep as well.

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And there you have it. Some writing from a socially-awkward potato. *Casually dives into dumpster*

#SpicyHoney #Self-Shipping #Slightly NSFW but Not Really #These Boys Are My Life BTW #Fell!Papyrus x Swap!Papyrus

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