#Pattycakes fic

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I've been a bit busy this last few weeks and I just discovered, toy absolute shock, I overlooked The Villain's Lair on YouTube by PattyCake Productions. I have no idea why (or maybe I do but won't tell 🥺), but the song from "That's All" is my favorite so far and I thought of this idea while hitting replay - replay - replay - replay:

This is Great 7 AU + Ambiguous Villain Resurrection Plan + A Yuu that's not above seeing them as family, but isn't afraid to call out BS (but can be gullible).

Basically, the idea that came from this song is sorta coinciding with a Yuu that is known to have visions / hear things, and the other students just see it as a reason why the mirror chose them. They think they're a medium, but definitely it's much less that.

You can insert what you like the Great 7 to be here but I'm also taking a bit of "everybody knows somebody that owes Ursula something" and "Ursula deserves a power creep because she's kinda a demi-god". Basically: Maleficent would physically have no wings if she returned because of Ursula's assistance with the potency of the sleeping spell, The Evil Queen owes her because her original demise was stopped by Ursula seeing use in her, etc cetera. Scar and Jafar like: nah, no thanks.

Definitely, working together can lead to an alliance of sorts, but no matter what beginning the Yuu has with them, they all do still have that underlying animosity and, well, fear. Hades, Maleficent, and Ursula would be big threats to the others if they did succeed, and this world is also not the same as it used to be: Malleus and Crowley definitely hold a threat, Grim is very clearly an unknown variable only probably the powerful know how to use (I can see Hades going: "oh that guy... what? no, i didn't say anything at all..."), and of course the current magic state of things.

I can see The Evil Queen definitely getting easily agitated, and probably Jafar or Scar as well, that maybe resurrection will be more trouble them it's worth if the debts and power creep are so evident. This can lead to a meeting of Evil Queen and Maleficent in the chambers of Yuu's mind palace (Persona 5 YOINK) about why the queen is not as helpful anymore with driving Yuu to research. She had been go ready to be free, she forgot who else she'd free too (and if your Gunhildr likes Yuu: who she'd be potentially hurting/worse in the process of somehow resurrecting them).

All of this to say... They duet in Yuu's head and Yuu can faintly hear the emotional bouts of it (because it's their head, and even with the other's blocking themselves, they're emotional singing loudly), and tap their foot to the beat. A bit of mumbling of words they don't process as they study.

Ace, confused: "What song is that? Sounds like a cat fight from a musical."

Yuu: "Oh? Uh... I don't know. It just came to me. But I don't understand it."

Ace: "Ghost music?"

Yuu, keeping the Great 7 a secret: "Ghost music."

No no dude u don't understand I would listen to Pattycake to write the seven. Like it fits them so well.

And I always imagine them singing these songs to yuu whenever they ask about their past and they make themselves to be the better person and manipulate Yuu to their will before they end up loving them.

They make being bad look super good and stuff and encourage Yuu to be evil like them. Listen to Evil Like Me from Decendants and imagine Maleficent herself singing that Yuu idk I love the concept so much bro

Though my great 7 is more fluffy I do debating writing a toxic 7 with Yuu as they all work together manipulate and use them. Maybe once I finish my regular fic idk.

#not writing #not requests #crudcifer #the great 7 parents

[ariadne-mouse]

Favorite fic! UHm hm a list 😅

The delicate thing you prize so much 😭💕 it hurts so good, its a dream, and a literal dream

Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance - okay but what a galaxy brain concept and what a compare contrast? It really had to be them in this now that they would happen ahdkshf

Path of the traveled sun 💕💕💕💕 essek and babies and verin coming to terms with everything akfhakfah

The im giving you a undergarments, im playing wizard pattycake yes, oh that is frumpkin and the cat im petting is caleb, i was just trying to make soup, snail echo, mermessek, volcaleb...

Im really just going to end up listing all your fic so ill just stop here 💕😅🤣

Oh gosh that's quite a list!! Thank you so much!! I am loving your shorthand title references 😂 "undergarments", "oh that is frumpkin and the cat I'm petting is Caleb", "I was just trying to make soup" indeed!! Here is a moment from the delicate thing you prize so much, which as you note is a "hurts so good" fic and so naturally I have chosen a very emotional moment to portray:

#ariadne draws CR #shadowgast #critical role #asks #fic: the delicate thing you prize so much

[jokesterreality]

Yello (yellow) people I'm back because I was binge watching the villains lair on YouTube. My brain legit went on several different direction. What if Yuu hosts/is one of the villains. Similar to the great seven au. Btw there will be two Mc just for this fic. Maybe more (who knows). Lmk if you want to me to expand this idea

Anyway this is inspired by the song That's all from pattycake production

https://youtu.be/bJQmnxnxXYo

It was late at night when the dorm leaders and their vices ended their meeting with Crowley. However, it seems that they have forgotten the ramshackle dorm and their vice . As they by passed the mirror chamber, they hear two people talking. Curious on who would stay up this late (breaking curfew rules) , they took a peak on the supposed intruders except for Leona, Ruggie, Jamil (subsequently Kalim) and Idia. The latter's left because they couldn't care less( or they were online and just disconnected/they had to). Trey stated that he will go back to the dorm to supervise in case of more students disobeying the rules of the queen of hearts. Just as Riddle was ready to collar the rule breaker, Rook stopped him and told him to look.

It was the ramshackle prefects. It looks as if they were having an argument disguised as petty quips. Although it wasn't rare for them to throw shades at eachother, having them argue was a rare thing.

The vice (MC) spoke up bringing them out of their thinking. " Let us not forget who restored you to land of the living"

The boys were taken aback from this sentence. What do they mean restored to the land of the living. Mc continued on saying how she was the one who saved Yuu. The latter responded on how she missed a few details on her anecdotes due to her old(?) age. Yuu mentioned of an owed debt and how Mc needed for something that only she has.

They then pointed at the mirror saying: "so ask your mirror on the wall; who is the saddest or the baddest one of all" Vil utters out on how the mirror belongs to the school and subsequently the headmaster and before him, the beautiful queen.

Mc acquiesce on the fact that Yuu helped her bring the villains (?) back. However, she argued that she was the mastermind behind the plan to lock a certain witch in the sea so she'll be unable collect their debts to pay. All of them (especially the octavinelle dorm leaders and vice) were balking at the idea that the ramshackle prefects made a contract with the sea witch since she's dead (right?).

Yuu refuted on how it was Mc's debt instead of both their debt. Then went on to explain how she was forced into a contract by the sea witch because of her death(it still boggled Azul's mind) and how she betrayed her deal.

The vice argued back on the hypocrisy of Yuu's argument. She states on how she made a deal for a sleeping curse over love and that her price was her wings. Malleus and Lilia were horrified at the notion of using your wings as a price to pay. This confirms to them that Yuu was a fairy at one point.

The prefect kept shifting the blame on to the other until they said unison: " you just need me for someone to blame!" As they said the word blame, a green light flashes. Shocked, the boys watched as before them were two of the great sevens: The fairest queen and the thorn fairy.

Azul, Jade, Rook and Lilia seemed to gleam at the recent information while the rest were still trying to process the information.

The two prefects (role figures?) were circling eachother throwing words back and forth before they saying "that's all".

At the last words, their glamour falls back to the prefects the boys knew.

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Why am I like this??? My brain went brrr.

Okie byeeeee

#twst drabble #twst au #twst imagines #twst fanfic #disney twisted wonderland #great seven #twisted wonderland au #twst x yuu

[slashingdisneypasta]

Most of the time my biggest problem that stops me from writing anything is not being able to decide which character to bloody write for.

I need to just pick one, damnit. And stick to them.

I go like, for example, hmmmmm. Well I'm finding Norman Nordstrom really hot today. -but. ah. I came up with that really sweet Jim fic yesterday in the car that would take 45 mins for me tops. But wait no, i need to write less about him and more about characters more people like. So... Hades? Ursula? A slasher hc post is always chill... OOOOH I'M LISTENING TO PATTYCAKE. NOW I'M IN AN EVIL QUEEN MOOD. Oh wait, no, Scar. Wait actually, Shere Khan. Gaston??? Maybe I should just write that NATM Napoleon fic thats been on my mind for ages. Or weasels!! Oh!!- But it would be so so fun to write some Slender Brothers stuff for the first time in ages-

... then its too late in the day to write anything 😅😅😅

[ticklish-n-stuff]

HELLO BUDDY!! I hope you're having a wonderful week so far! May I request for Ler!Hiiro or Aira with lee!Mayoi? His such a shy baby, deserves all the love!

Cheer up

HI PATTYCAKE! I finally got some inspo for this fic so I hope you like it~ It's been thundering very loudly in my area and idk my brain was like 'make that into a fic' so here I am lol. Idk if Mayoi is afraid of thunder but he shrieks a lot so I imagine he can get startled easily (and is in need of cheer up tks akdhkahdja)

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Mayoi x Hiiro (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mayoi

Ler: Hiiro

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was early in the afternoon, although anyone would've confused it with being late in the evening from how dark and grey the sky looked. It had been raining abundantly for the past few hours, even rays of thunder struck every so often. Because of the horrible weather, idol practice had been cancelled for the time being and the members of Alkaloid found themselves cooped up in their shared room. Hiiro looked like a hyperactive kid who was put in timeout, not being able to stay still in the same spot for more than two seconds. On the other hand, Mayoi was cooped up under his blankets, the loud thunder made him very uneasy. Hiiro noticed how Mayoi's body shook out of fear. "Hey, are you alright?".

Mayoi softly nodded his head, but not long after another ray of thunder struck, it was so loud even the windows vibrated. The purple haired male couldn't help but shriek out of fear, hiding deeper under the covers.

He didn't like seeing his friend all scared like that. Hiiro thought for a moment on what he could do to help distract Mayoi in the meantime and that's when it hit him. While Mayoi was too busy hiding under the covers, Hiiro started to poke at his covered torso, blindly seeking out any of his tickle spots.

"EEP! W-what are you doHOing?!" Mayoi would squeak at each poke, his body now trembling from the ticklish shocks he felt.

"Cheering you up of course! Now let's get this pesky blanket out of the way~" Hiiro felt way too giddy in this situation. He playfully tugged at Mayoi's covers, exposing him in one fell swoop. "That's better~ Now... smile for me!" the redhead lost no time scribbling his fingers all over Mayoi's torso, making sure to attack every spot he could find.

"GYAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mayoi was still shrieking, but atleast now it wasn't because of the thunder. He didn't do much to defend himself, he just hugged his torso and got lost in his bouts of laughter.

"Tickle tickle tickle~" Hiiro would tease as his fingers flew from one spot to another. One moment he'd be digging into Mayoi's ribs, then he'd shove his hands up into his armpits, and then he'd softly scribble along the sides of his neck. Always keeping him on edge on where he'd strike next.

It was a very effective technique as Mayoi would shriek and dissolve into bubbly laughter every time Hiiro hit a new spot. His smile was so wide even his flushed cheeks started to ache a bit. Not that he minded, his obnoxious laughter managed to drown out all the noise from outside.

Seeing as his laugh was starting to go silent, Hiiro decided to stop tickling him. Mayoi instantly gasped for air, his soft, leftover giggles still filling up the room. The redhead couldn't help but laugh along with him. Once their laughter had calmed down, they noticed that it was awfully quiet out. Looks like the rain had finally stopped. It was embarrassing to admit, but Mayoi felt much more at ease thanks to his partner's tactics.

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#enstars #ensemble stars #tickle #tickle fic #fic #enstars tickle fic #enstars tickle #ensemble stars tickle fic #ensemble stars tickle #mayoi ayase #hiiro amagi #lee!mayoi #ler!hiiro

[lost-in-sokovia]

i will be back soon!!🎃

hello my loves, i have a return date🥰 if not before then, on october 24th i’ll be returning to tumblr for a very special day! i’ll have a fic for all of you as that is a very special somebody’s birthday🥳 thank you all for your patience and kindness, i will still be taking it slow when i return because i am prioritizing myself and making sure i keep writing as a fun hobby and not a chore. i’m very excited for what i’ll be publishing on the 24th, place your guesses what it’s about in the comments!🤭

i love you all, thank you so much for waiting🤍

#btw soph

[daovihi]

i have this really funny fic idea

instead of killing hadlar, avan wraps him in a blanket like a burrito and kidnaps him to teach him the values of love and friendship. and cuz bartos isnt dead, he just follows avan around and refuses to take hadlars orders to kill avan cuz "avan outranks you now". hadlar keeps screaming like hes being tortured as avan teaches him, bartos, and hyunckel how to make friendship bracelets, bake cookies, play pattycake, etc

and then to top it all off, the dark army shows up at avans door one day. cuz avan captured hadlar, he is now the dark lord and rules over the dark army. cue avan passing out on the spot

#dragon quest adventure of avan #dragon quest adventure of dai #avan #hadlar #bartos #hyunckel #dragon quest #dragon quest dai no daibouken #dai no daibouken #adventure of dai

[boxofbonesfic]

do you plan on finishing “pattycakes” I loooooveee this fic

yes, i do! i want very much to finish it.

[catofthecanals289]

“Send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it”

Runaway Baby - Pattycakes & TK exit a bar

TK & Patty exit a bar and they've decidedd to do a roadtrip tomorrow when they're sober because this town has been getting too claustrophobic and everything's too much and of course the open road reveals some stuff

[zombiemaids]

you and me, filling up the Patrick/Reader ao3 tag one fic at a time *sobbing*

be strong

be strong for mother

#i feel like i took the title of most skincrawling patrick/reader fic though #pattycake-hockstetter #answered

[fanficmemes]

Part 1 of a famous MLP cursed things:

There is this MLP fic that MLP guy found not worth enough so is to me, Soupy, that fall the duty to tell you.

Is called Pattycakes.

And if you are squicked by agere, you better stop reading now.

Fluttershy invite Rainbowdash to drink tea. Rainbowdash feel strange. It come out the drink was spiked and when she wake up, she is in a room for babies, but with adult measure. Fluttershy explain to her how she want to be a mother, but have not found the right pony, and adoption is so complicated, and actually she have a friend would be perfect for the job! So she decided to kidnap her to make her the baby. She also tell that all their friends and village have already partecipated in some ageplay with her, even the whole wonderbolt squad. The only difference is that the others she asked and was only for a day, but she was really too excited to take Rainbow as her baby. She still tell that if Rainbow does not like it by the end of the day, she can go free. She put her in a diaper, and when she put it out cause hell no she discover the drugs also inibitate her system, so she can no more control her urination and defecation and is forced to still have the nappy on. She is also forced to play and drink milk. She search to escape but is also always tired, cause the drug is too strong, so cannot go out. She is slowly mindbroken,and It finish with her surrendering at being Fluttershy baby.

This first chapter is terrific if you do not like the thing, but is still pretty basic, but the second chapter, oh boy i love the cursed of that.

Mmmmmmmm very long and very cursed it never let up for a single second!!!! Constant punches to the face!!!! 7.5/10

#asks #cursed asks

[wisherbysharlight]

My God if I could only say, I'm holding every breath for you

Description: Patton Hart has been pining for his best friend's twin brother and his boyfriends for as long as he can remember. Word Count: 3067 Ships: Patton/Remus/Janus/Virgil, background Logince, established Remus/Janus/Virgil Warnings: Remus being Remus, twins squabbling AO3 This is a gift fic for @sunshineandteddybears​ for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange​. The “summer romance” piece kinda got away from me, but this is definitely found family! I hope you enjoy!

Patton was wiping down the counters, about 15 minutes after closing, sunset shining through the windows as he hummed along to the radio, a sense of peace radiating through the store. 

Of course, that’s when chaos erupted.

“Pattycakes, you gotta save me!” Remus cried as he threw the door open so roughly the windchimes actually smacked against the window above the door before falling back down and jingling merrily to announce his presence. He ran behind the counter with no hesitation, gripping onto Patton’s waist. (Patton only shivered because of the burst of adrenaline. That was the only reason. No other possibilities. Nope.) Remus angled them both towards the doorway just as Roman came bursting in with the same amount of urgency, fire in his eyes and shirt dripping wet and seemingly tinted a particularly garish shade of greenish-brown.

“Remus, you can’t hide behind Patton forever, you bastard!” he seethed, and Logan, Janus, and Virgil came through the door behind him, much more calm, almost to the point where Patton would call them bemused. Logan took a seat at one of the small tables along the wall, pulling out his phone with a very evident intention to simply wait the whole debacle out, while Janus and Virgil both leaned up against the glass case in front of Patton. “Get out here and face me, you coward!” Roman bellowed again, clearly not giving up anytime soon.

Patton grabbed an empty paper towel roll from next to him and turned at the waist to whack Remus in the head with it, “Remus you cannot use me as a human shield, go answer for your crimes.” “Kinky. I’d much rather have you issue my punishment,” Remus joked with an eyebrow wiggle, then cackled when Patton made a strangled noise and shoved him back to the other side of the counter. However, as soon as he was in range, Roman grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a headlock and his laughter turned swiftly into a shriek of “Oh shit!”

They were 12 years old, tearing through the woods in a dual-friend-group game of manhunt the summer before 7th grade. Virgil was hot on everyone’s heels and adrenaline was coursing through their veins. Patton leapt over a log and turned a corner, hunting for a good place to hide. 

He heard a curse of “Oh shit!” echo through the woods before the sound of three branches breaking in succession, a huge crash, and a subsequent groan. He quickly pivoted and went sprinting back towards the house, and the sound, easily finding Remus splayed across the forest floor even in the dim light of the moon.

“Why would you climb a tree, silly goose? Don’t you know the branches are weak that high? Scared me half to death!” he chided as he fell to his knees beside him, already pulling band-aids out of his wallet in his pocket.

Remus grinned impishly up at him, and Patton felt his breath catch in his throat, fumbling with the wallet briefly in a way he prayed the other boy didn’t notice. “What’s a lil fear in the face of a bunch of excitement, Patty?” he crooned, and Patton shoved a handful of band-aids at him with little delicacy in his haste to move past the tease. “Besides, I have the best nurse in the world to patch me up when my fun does go south, apparently.”

Patton flushed and turned away, positive Remus could tell even in the weak light, but he couldn’t keep the earnestness out of his voice, “I’ll always patch you up, Ree. Promise.”

Remus didn’t get a chance to respond before Virgil burst through the bushes and tapped them both on the shoulder to get them out and a loud, extended debate began about the validity of the “injury time out”.

Janus leaned on the counter in front of Patton, jolting him out of his reverie. He pointed at the menu, with three shiny new additions at the bottom, “You finally manage to find a flavor sweeter than you, sugar?”

Virgil shoved him out of the way with an eye roll and a fond grin, thankfully distracting from how Patton felt his cheeks would melt the freezers. “He can’t stop flirting even for two seconds, I swear.”

Janus gasped dramatically, swooning against the counter and batting his eyes at Virgil like a starlet in an old black and white, “Maybe if you and Remus gave me the attention I deserve I wouldn’t need to hunt it down in beautiful, endearing ice cream shop owners.”

Remus snorted despite the way he was currently trying to claw his way out of his brother’s hold while being noogied like they were still teenagers and not fully grown and employed adults, “We could give you all the attention in the world, Janny, it would never stop you from flirting with Patton.”

Janus sniffed derisively at them, then cocked his head to the side as the song changed and smiled softly, “Hey, I know this song.”

Patton smiled brightly back, “Yeah of course, have it on all the playlists for the shop!”

“Simp!” Remus called over just as brightly, and Patton glared back at him, assuming it was aimed at him.

 “Ok, you look miserable,” Janus said, making Patton jump from where he was staring down at his water glass watching the liquid swirl around the glass as he moved it in little circles and maybe lamenting his singledom a little bit in the face of a dance floor full of sappy teenagers in fancy clothes enjoying the crisp June night and each other as their last hurrah before graduation.

Patton plastered on a smile, “Oh Jan, I am perfectly hap-”

Janus arched a brow at him, tsking lightly and just loud enough for Patton to hear and stop speaking. “Don’t try to lie to me, I know what you look like when you are actually happy, Patton. And also you’re a god-awful liar.”

“...yeah ok. I’m a little bit lonely, maybe, with Ro and Lo gettin their dance on for the romantic stuff. But I’m not mad, they’re in love, and I told them to go hang on their own. We’ll hang out at the beach house after!” He couldn’t help but glance at the dance floor, where Logan was leading Roman in a waltz that was perfectly on time with the music, lost in their own little world.

“Well Ree and V bailed for the beach early. Not exactly their style of music or dancing, or my vibe to make them do something they don’t enjoy just to get my feet stepped on. Why don’t we be miserable together?” The song changed, to a song with a more Latin-inspired beat that Patton knew only one of every 10 words to, and Janus smirked, “Maybe you and I can even make the most of it and I can score a salsa partner.” Janus ended his proposition with an exaggerated wink and bow, and Patton took his offered hand with a genuine grin.

Janus didn’t miss a beat, switching eye contact to Roman on a dime, “Hey, did you know Remus was the one who’s been screwing with your guitar’s tuning?”

“NONONO HE’S LYING,” Remus cried as Roman tightened his hold and doubled down on his attack, this time poking at his ribs and making Remus shriek in laughter.

As Janus watched Roman wrestle Remus down to the floor of the shop, clearly satisfied with the reaction he managed to get, Virgil nudged him over with his hip to take his place leaning across the counter and whisper conspiratorially, “I bet it was actually Logan. Bastard can get away with murder, I just know it.”

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, with Virgil’s playful smile and dancing eyes across from him, so open and trusting in a way he never was unless it was just the group of them. He smirked a bit, nibbled at his lip in consideration, then leaned in to say in an equally conspiratorial style, “Logan’s only involved to see how long it’ll be before anyone catches on. My record stands.”

“You are a trickster Patton Hart,” Virgil gasped in mock-scandal. He wagged his finger with his hand on his hip in a not-half-bad impression of Patton during a lecture, though he was unable to match his Patton-ted Disappointed Frown while he was grinning, “I’d never expect my partner in crime to be doing something like this without telling me, shame on you. You know I always have your back.”

 It was their last weekend of freedom before they started high school, and as per usual both twins had both their friends sleeping over. Patton woke before Logan and Roman, also as per usual, and snuck out of Roman’s room down to the kitchen, only to jolt as he found the light already on and Virgil sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Whatcha doin?” Virgil asked, legs kicking in the air in front of the cabinets lazily.

“Gonna try to make pancakes! I’m positive I won’t burn them this time, I just know it,” Patton enthused, then squinted suspiciously at Virgil, “What’re you doing?”

“Oh just hanging around, keeping an eye out in case anyone tries to burn the house down again so I can help out. Figured they might need a partner in arson crime, ya know, and I could let them know I’ve got their back,” Virgil teased, nudging Patton’s leg with a sock clad foot. He looked so precious with his sleep mussed hair and eyeliner from the night before smudged under his eyes that Patton couldn’t even bring himself to argue that he really didn’t need a babysitter. Honestly, he couldn’t even begin to pretend he didn’t want the excuse to spend more time with him.

 The twins’ argument grew more heated, finally managing to distract Patton from where he was a bit lost in the way Virgil’s eyes lit up when he was amused.

“You fucked up one of my favorite shirts!” Roman screeched as he attempted to give his brother a wet willy.

“You put red koolaid in my shampoo two weeks ago, you baby!” Remus cried back, shoving at his shoulder to try to get him off, and succeeding rolling them only for Roman to roll them straight back.

“I know you were the one who put my script out of order,” Roman fired back.

“You should have been off book anyway! And you broke bro code and told Virgil I was the one who deleted his X-Files off the DVR. You are just as bad as me.”

“You gave mom’s computer a porn virus and blamed it on me!” Roman protested, and everyone else seemed to simultaneously sigh as they descended into their usual back and forth of dredged-up pettiness.

“Oh you're still - you squashed my bug collection.”

“You left me stranded in the yard after Remy’s homecoming party senior year.”

“That was absolutely justified, you made me listen to you wax poetic about Logan’s fucking lips for 3 hours.”

“You made me listen to you wax poetic about Patton’s EVERYTHING for 13 YEARS”

Everyone in the shop simultaneously went silent in a blink of an eye. Virgil went white as a sheet and swung to look at the twins with wide eyes, Janus gripped the counter white-knuckled and looked at Patton with a similarly stunned expression, and Remus turned nearly as red as the sash on Roman’s favorite Prince Charming costume. He shoved Roman off of him for real, a more severe growl to his voice as he seemed to realize there was no way to play it cool, “You are such a fucking dick!”

Roman stammered for a moment, clearly trying to digest the change in tone and the weight of what he’d said, before waving his arms above his head in apparent bafflement, “It’s not like he didn’t know you all were into him!” 

“Roman,” Logan spoke up suddenly, gesturing at Patton and what Patton knew had to be a completely shell-shocked expression.

Roman looked up and went just as wide-eyed as the others, “Pat… did... did you not know?”

“...all of you?” Patton asked, then winced as his voice cracked in shock. He watched Virgil flinch and seem to retreat into his hoodie out of the corner of his eye, and Janus’ face smoothed over into a perfect mask of calm in the blink of an eye. He felt his heart break just a little bit at the disappointment in both of their eyes at what he was sure they saw as a rejection.

Logan grabbed Roman’s arm and yanked him away roughly, though Roman followed easily, “You all clearly need to communicate. I will handle this one.”

“Don’t wanna know about you handling my brother, poindexter,” Remus joked hollowly, sounding almost like it was a reflex with none of his usual cackle behind it.

Logan rolled eyes and headed out the door, tugging behind him a Roman who was fervently whispering, just barely audibly, “He didn't know, how did he not know,” to himself over and over again.

There’s silence in the shop for a while, just the sound of the radio faintly playing over the loudspeakers echoing off the walls as they all just stare at each other, not knowing how to start. Then Janus took a deep breath and spoke first, “Patton, I refuse to speak for these two clowns, but I will absolutely tell you that I, at the very least, have had feelings for you for many years, feelings which i was unaware I was not making perfectly clear, or that there was a chance of any sort of reciprocation.”

“Around 7 years for me, give or take. That first morning we made pancakes together,” Virgil added quietly, fiddling with the zipper on his sleeve.

Remus averted his gaze, looking nervous in the way Patton had only seen the day before he confessed to Virgil and Janus in high school, and admitted in the quietest voice Patton’d ever heard him use, “I don’t know exactly when, Pattycakes. You’ve always been there and as far as I’m concerned I’ve loved you just as long. And-and I just assumed it wasn’t returned.”

Patton swallowed thickly, trying to push back tears because he knew these boys and knew they would take them for disappointment rather than the joy they were. He dove at Remus first, vaulting the counter the way he always scolded Roman against and sliding to his knees next to the other man on the floor before crushing him in a hug. He flailed back at Janus and Virgil with one hand to pull them in as well, “Come here, all of you, we’ve lost so much valuable cuddle time!”

Patton was pretty sure Janus broke the sound barrier with how quickly he was plastered to his side and burying his face in his hair, and Virgil wasn’t far behind, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying his face in the crease of his neck and shoulder. Patton took that moment to be a bit daring himself and press a kiss to the corner of Remus’ lips, then giggled brightly when Remus grabbed hold of his cardigan and used it to pull him back in to kiss him full on the mouth with just as much passion and impulsiveness and laughter as Patton had always imagined. His mustache tickled Patton’s nose a bit but he leaned into it, humming happily in the back of his throat and feeling like a puzzle piece clicked into place.

Virgil only gave them a minute before he untucked his face from Patton’s neck and grouched that he wanted a turn. Remus let Patton go with a very put-upon sigh that didn’t match his playful grin, flicking Virgil on the nose lightly. “You gotta give him his kisses or he’ll never shut the fuck up,” he fake-whispered.

Patton grinned and turned readily to Virgil, and his lips met Patton’s in a much gentler dance. His kiss was no less deep or passionate for its caution, and his hands cupped his face like he feared Patton would float away if he didn’t hold tight. His fingers curled and twitched upwards like they wanted to bury themselves in his hair but didn’t want to overstep, so Patton took the initiative to grip the back of his neck and tilt his own head to encourage Virgil to do what he wished.

Janus was more patient, waiting for them to part for breath a few minutes later before taking hold of Patton’s chin from Virgil without a word and gently but firmly turning Patton towards him. Janus’ kiss could only be described as a caress, light and teasing and peppered with soft nips to his bottom lip before building up to something more solid. His warm hands rubbed calmingly up and down Patton’s spine and over his shoulders like he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to touch first.

Remus soon demanded he get another shot, then Virgil wanted another, then Janus again, leaving Patton so beyond cloud 9 he could barely think any more. They spent at least 20 minutes there on the floor, lost in each other, rotating kisses that were long overdue, letting their actions make the confessions their words hid from for years, not daring to move and break the spell of the moment.

Then a camera shutter sounded, paired with a bright flash of light that made them all jolt and look up in surprise.

“I said communicate you know, not make out on the floor,” Logan sighed, digging through his wallet to pull a 20 out to hand to Roman, who was grinning victoriously.

“I’m sorry for being a dick, but I had to do something and I told Logan the “accidental slip” would work,” Roman said as he pressed a triumphant kiss to Logan’s cheek and pocketed the 20, “But you have to admit it was a pretty great performance on my part.”

“Can’t believe I was betrayed by my best friends, I don’t know whether I owe you a scolding or a fruit basket,” Patton lamented playfully, cheeks hurting from how wide he was smiling. Janus ruined what little remained of the facade even more as he shifted slightly and pulled him into his lap and Patton clung tight to Virgil and Remus’ hands, with no intention of disconnecting any time soon.

#IntruAnaMoCeit #patton/dark sides #patton/remus/janus/virgil #polyamsanders #ts fic #i had no idea how to tag this #all sides #remus mention

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

I Put A Spell On You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: It’s Halloween and the Reader decides to tease Sam.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, light roleplaying, a smidge of teasing), established relationship, fluff all throughout the fic

a/n: 18+!!! SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!!! One of my favorite movies is Who Framed Roger Rabbit. And Jessica Rabbit is one of my favorite characters, and I liked the idea of the reader dressing in a skimpy Jessica Rabbit costume and sings for her lover and they take her home and fucks her till she can’t walk. I hope you enjoy this fic!!!

Sam walked into the party that Dean dragged him to. It was a Halloween Party, Sam hated Halloween. He had to go to this party for a hunt. Him, Dean, and you were hunting a vampire at a Halloween party. Seemed easy enough. Boy was Sam wrong. 

Sam and Dean walked in and it was filled with people in different costumes. About a hundred different ones. Dean had forced Sam to wear a Roger Rabbit costume, while Dean was a cowboy. Sam was against this whole thing but you had somehow got him to wear it. They looked around the speakeasy-looking bar, trying to find you but they couldn’t.

So they split off and Sam went to the bar while Dean went to find a table. Sam ordered them two drinks and walked over to the table. He sat down with Dean and they drank their drinks waiting for you. Sam felt ridiculous sitting in this stupid costume, well until you came in.

The music turned to a seductive tone. The song was “I Put A Spell On You’ but slower, sexier. The long red curtain parted and you waltz out. You were wearing a very revealing Jessica Rabbit costume. Who Framed Roger Rabbit was the first movie you and Sam watched as a couple. It was your first date. You really hoped he got the reference. A lot of boob tape was involved with this costume. You swayed your hips and started singing.

‘I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,

You better stop the things you do,

I tell you, I ain't lying,

I ain't lying,

You sang into the mic and made eye contact with Sam. His jaw dropped when you walked out. When you looked at him, he quickly tried to calm himself but then you started singing. 

‘You know I can't stand it,

You're running around,

You know better daddy,

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down,

Oh, no,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’

You walked downstage, and one of the men helped you off the stage. Your eyes stayed glued to Sam’s hazel eyes. You smirked when you saw him subtly adjust his pants.

‘You know I love you,

I love you,

I love you,

I love you anyhow,

And I don't care,

If you don't want me,

I'm yours right now,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’ 

You walked towards Sam’s table, swaying your hips to the beat. You felt all eyes on you as you sang. You sat on Sam’s lap as you finished your song.

‘You know I can't stand it,

You're running around,

You know better daddy,

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down,

Ooh-hoo-ooh,

I put a spell on you,

Because you're mine,’

You whispered the last line. Your lips inches away from Sam’s, you pulled away before you two could kiss. You smirked at the disappointed look on his face.

“Hello, Roger.” You purred and caressed his jaw before standing up. You walk back up to the stage as the speakeasy explodes with catcalls and cheers. You set the mic back on the stand and then walked to Sam and Dean’s table. You sat next to Sam and grabbed his drink. 

“Damn, Y/n. I did not know you could sing.” Dean said, and you shrugged and took a sip of the whiskey. 

“I like to keep it under wraps for surprises like this.” You said, and Sam chuckled and took his drink back. “Hey!” You snipped and made grabby hands at his whiskey.

“I’ll get you one,” Sam said, finishing his drink and standing up. He turned to walk to the bar and you pinched his ass. He jumped and slightly turned to you. “Would you stop that?” He huffed and ran a hand through his hair then left to the bar, as you and Dean started laughing. He came back with two glasses of whiskey, he handed you one and sat back down. 

“Thank you, handsome.” You smiled and took a sip. He wrapped his arm around your waist and looked to where Dean was sitting.

“Where did he go?” He asked, and you scanned the room looking for Dean. 

“To talk to the Daphne your 10 o’clock.” You said, gesturing to Dean flirting with the woman dressed in a Daphne costume. 

“He always had a crush on her,” Sam stated, and you chuckled and looked at him. 

“Thank you for wearing the costume I bought.” You smirked, knowing he probably hated the costume. He scoffed and tapped the rabbit ears on his head. 

“Yeah, well it’s kinda growing on me. Especially now that I get to see you in this.” He smirked and pointed to the sparkly red dress you were wearing. 

“I wanted to do a couples’ costume this year.” You said, and pulled him down by his suspenders and kissed him. You two pulled back and Sam looked at all the guys staring at you. He growled low in his throat and glared at them. You chuckled at his jealousy and grabbed his hand. You pulled him to his feet and you two ran out of the speakeasy. “C’mon, Honey Bunny. Let’s go back to our room and play pattycake.” You purred in a seductive voice, and you watched his eyes darkened with lust.

“Let’s go, Love Cup.” He growled, and the two of you ran through the streets towards your motel. 

You stumbled into your room and he spun you two around and pinned you to the door. He kissed you passionately and full of lust. It made your head spin. You pushed him away and smirked at his confused look. You pulled him to the bed and shoved him down, so he was sitting on the edge. 

“I’ll be right back, Honey Bunny. I think you’ll like what I have in store.” You smirked and slipped into the bathroom. You stripped out of your costume and pulled on the new blood-red lingerie you bought for this holiday. It was a lace bodysuit, a pair of stockings, matching red heels, and a large fluffy sheer robe. You took off the wig and fluffed out your natural hair. “I hope you are ready, Honey Bunny.” You smirked and walked to the door. 

“Oh, I am, Love Cup.” He said, and you could hear the lust in his voice. You stepped out of the bathroom, and there he was laying on the bed naked except for the rabbit ears on his head. His jaw clenched when he saw you in that lingerie. “C’mon here.” He growled, and you pulled off your robe and straddled his lap. He pulled you into a rough and needy kiss. He kissed down your jaw and onto your neck. 

“Is someone needy, Bunny?” You asked as he sucked hickeys into her collarbone. 

“Did you see yourself in that costume? I wanted to rip it off and fuck you right there on that table, so everyone knows who you belong to.” Sam growled, nipping and kissing down your chest. 

“Well, how about you fuck me till I scream so everyone in this motel knows who I belong to.” You purred, and he groaned and picked you up. You squealed at the sudden movement and he laid you down on the bed. He kissed you and gripped the straps of your bodysuit. 

“Was this expensive?” He mumbled, against your lips. 

“It’s fine, just fuck me!” You groaned, and he kissed your lips and ripped the straps down. He pulled the shreds of fabric off your body until you were completely naked beside the stockings. He rubbed his hands up and down your nylon-clad thighs and practically drooled at the sight. 

“You’re keeping these.” He said, and you smirked and reached down and stroked him up and down. He moaned and buried his face in your shoulder, as you swiped the pre-cum off the tip of his cock and stroked it up and down his cock. 

“I’ll keep them if you keep the bunny ears.” You countered, and you felt him chuckle into your shoulder. He pulled back and smiled. 

“Deal.” He said, and then kissed down your body towards your soaking core. He nipped and kissed the insides of your thighs, purposely missing where you wanted him. You whined and tried to grind down on his face. He chuckled and finally started licking and sucking on your wet folds. You keened and moved your hips against his face, he used one of his arms to pin your hips down. He started eating you out like it was his last meal. He thrusted two fingers into your quivering hole and curled them up to brush against her g-spot. 

“Sam!” You cried out, as you came on his face and fingers, but he didn’t stop until you squirted on his face. He pulled back his beard soaked with your juices. You watched as he licked and sucked your juices from his fingers. You smiled as he climbed on top of you, he captured your lips in a heated passionate kiss. He threw your legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up with your entrance, and thrusted into you. You moaned and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as he thrusted slow and hard into you. You moved your legs around his waist and he pinned your wrists to the mattress, as he fucked into you passionately.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He growled and picked up the speed of his thrusts. You keened when his cock brushed over your g-spot. He buried his face in your neck and bit and sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. 

“Oh, Honey Bunny! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, and he piston his hips and thrusted harder into you. That threw you over the edge and you screamed his name, as you came. He helped you through your orgasm, as your walls fluttered around his cock. You clamped down on him as you started to get oversensitive, and it triggered his own high. 

“Oh, god, Y/n!” He yelled and painted your walls with his hot cum. He panted into your neck as he let go of your hands. You ran your fingers through his soft hair as you both came down from your highs. He gently pulled out of you with a hiss and stood up. He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned your mixed cums from in between your legs. He tossed the washcloth aside and helped you pull off the stockings, kissing up and down your legs. He laid next to you and you immediately cuddled up to his bare chest. 

“Didn’t go to that party for a reason?” You mumbled and looked up at him.

“I’m pretty sure we went for a reason,” Sam said, then your phone went off. You got out of bed on shaky legs and looked for your phone. You saw it on the ground and picked it up. You got back into bed and saw there was a text from Dean. 

“It’s a text from Dean.” You unlocked your phone, “I killed the vamp. Hope you two horny kids didn’t do it on my bed. Cause if you did I’d kill the both of you. Use protection!” You read out loud, and Sam chuckled as you set the phone on the bedside table. You cuddled back up to Sam’s chest.

“Right, we were hunting a vamp.” Sam nodded, and you rolled your eyes as he wrapped arms around you and pulled you closer. 

“I’m too tired to even try to lecture you.” You sighed.

“If I recall you dragged me out of the bar.” 

“Oh, shut it.” You scoffed and shoved his face to the side. He laughed and kissed you on the head. You leaned up and kissed him passionately.

“I love you, Y/n/n/.” He smiled, and you returned it. 

“I love you too, Sammy.” You whispered, and he buried his face in your neck as you two drifted off to sleep. You really did put a spell on him.

#sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester smut #sam winchester #supernatural smut #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfic #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fic #halloween

[caprine-hyacinth]

Touchstarved Remus fics really get me. I imagine the light sides are always hugging and getting along being the best buds that they are, and after Virgil left the dark sides he only really had Janus, but eventually, he left too. Remus was alone. Uncared for. Janus still came by to check on him, but it was never the same.

-midway through writing this I realized it was turning into a fic so here's this separator to avoid confusion-

Tw for self-deprecating thoughts

As Remus would lie on the couch and watch his favorite horror movies, analyzing every gory detail to distract himself from that lingering emptiness he can never seem to get rid of, he heard the door creak as it would every few days.

"Hey Jan," he spoke, eyes locked on the screen knowing that he wouldn't be there for any more than a few minutes.

"Oh, um, I'm not- uh, he's busy right now. Something came up with Thomas." Patton spoke awkwardly, he hadn't heard Remus's voice in weeks, Janus's visits came to be few and far between and over time Remus stopped coming up to pull pranks on the other sides and.. be himself.

"Oh." There was silence for a moment. "What are you doing here instead of out there helping?" Remus continued, caution lacing his words.

"I just thought I'd come to check on you, I noticed Janus hasn't been coming down here as often and.. well, nobody's seen you in awhile so-"

"And why do you care if I've been isolated for awhile?!" He spat those few words like venom from the mouth of a cobra. "You.. "light sides," as my dear brother likes to call you, haven't seemed to care at all that I was gone, so why does it matter so much now?"

"Because I was worried about you, Remus!"

"But why? What purpose do I serve to you or Thomas? I get it with everyone else, Virgil keeps him alert, Roman gives him ideas and the motivation to live life, Logan's his logic, even Janus has some purpose in keeping Thomas safe in the real world, I'm just the nasty thoughts he wanted to push away. I can't even do that right now! I am worthless and you're better off without me there."

"Remus, that isn't true. You're still a part of Thomas's creativity, even if you're a darker part of it-"

"And there it is! Calling me dark, because even you know I am a bad thing."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"And how do I know that?"

"Please stop," Patton was practically begging at this point. "I only wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Do I look ok to you, pattycakes?"

Silence.

And so he continued. "I- agh, ok, I'm sorry." His eyes began watering and he shook his head as if trying to shake out the bad thoughts.

Patton shook his head. "You don't have anything to say you're sorry for, I get that you're hurt. I'll just.. give you some space." But as he turned to walk away, Remus called out.

"Wait!" His body was filled with regret in that moment but there was no going back now.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry to ask, but can I have a hug?" Patton frowned at Remus once again apologizing when there's no need to.

"Of course! You don't have to ask me." He sat by the creative side, wrapping his arms around him. Only in that moment did he realize how truly broken Remus was, when he practically climbed into his lap a sobbing mess. "Do you want me to talk to Janus when I go back up?"

"Please don't. If he's happy up there, I don't wanna ruin that for him."

Patton nodded, he knew Remus wouldn't ruin anything but he was already broken enough, he didn't wanna argue with him.

So they sat in silence, Patton comforting Remus for what may have been hours. But he didn't mind.

He didn't mind at all.

#sanders sides #intruality #remus sanders #patton sanders #ts remus #ts patton #intruality angst #angst #self deprecation #intruality fic

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Snowdrifts ch.5 (spicyhoney)

Summary:  Sorry so quiet, it's been a rough week. Not as rough as Edge's first day into parenthood, he's ready for some time off...isn't he?

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones, First Time Parenthood, Idiots to Lovers

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For a first day, all Edge had to say about it was that it could have gone worse.

He’d spent most of his day with Snow bound to him like squirmy little wormy, but there was no arguing that it worked. With a bit of experimenting, he found that he could have her facing outward while still being tied securely against him. She’d like that quite a bit and the only downside was having her tiny hands trying to assist in any of his tasks at hand. He could only hope Blue didn’t notice that the towels in the bathroom cupboard were folded somewhat…uniquely.

Not that there was any time for that when Blue came home from sentry duty. He’d barely taken off his boots and jacket before swarming over to steal Snow away. Edge wasn’t even entirely sure how Blue slipped her so neatly out of her sling, unless Stretch wasn’t the only family member who could bends the laws of physics.

“Aww, there’s a little wishbone!” Blue cooed. He swung her around as if he were about to make that nickname a truth. Edge only bit his tongue and said nothing. Snow was by no means hurt and Blue was already settling her on his hip as he bounced her gently.

Snow was somewhat doubtful over her new mode of conveyance. She looked at Edge, who tried to smile encouragingly. He was afraid that it was not one of his best efforts, but then, she was a baby, perhaps she didn’t yet know the difference between a smile and a grimace.

“I bet you’ve been cooped up all day, Edge,” Blue said happily, “Why don’t you go out and get some fresh air and I’ll look after our little Snow Monster?”

A little fresh air did sound nice. He was more accustomed to spending most his day outdoors, walking his traplines, not trapped behind four walls.

Still, Edge hesitated. “Well. I suppose I could go out for an hour.”

“That’s the spirit!” Blue said. He plopped down on the sofa, Snow in his lap. “Go out, meet some people! I, Master Babysitter Sans, will watch Snow for you!”

Well, meeting people was out of the question, Edge wasn’t about to enroll in a popularity contest on his first day, but there was at least one thing he wanted to do. “There are some bottles pre-made in the refrigerator. She likes it if you hold her outward so she can see. If she—"

“Edge,” Blue interrupted with gentle patience. “I’ve got this.”

“All right,” Edge still didn’t move. It was only when Snow began to tentatively explore Blue’s face with her little hands that he retrieved his boots. By the time he had them buckled, Snow was trying with some enthusiasm to poke her little fists into Blue’s wide eye sockets, something he was laughingly avoiding. It was ridiculous to linger any longer and Edge only took a last chance to say before he went out the front door, “I’ll be back soon.”

The moment the door closed behind him, he could hear a muffled wail coming right through it. He hunched down and struggled against the urge to go right back inside.

Stretch and his brother were right, he shouldn’t be the only one to care for her. Blue would simply have to learn the same way he was, the hard way. He wouldn’t be gone long, and she was perfectly safe, warm and dry, well-fed and well-cuddled.

So, despite his soul threatening to crack right in half listening to those bereft wails, Edge forced himself to turn away, boots crunching in the snow as he walked out of earshot.

It took him a moment to orient himself to the backwards layout of Underswap, but once he did, Edge headed off in the direction of the librarby. Despite his brother’s scoffing, a book on childrearing would surely turn out to be useful. Red certainly hadn’t been bitching about the worthlessness of booklearning when Edge found one full of recipes back in Underfell and began using it instead of relying on Undyne’s vigorous but dubious technique.

Once he was there, though, he stood in wonderment, briefly forgetting what brought him here in the first place. In Underfell, there was a librarby, well, a lib-arby, one of the ‘r’ had been stolen years ago, and why couldn’t those fools have taken the extra ‘b’ instead?. What few books were in it tended to have pages torn loose and trying to glean any information from them was something like scooping up water with a sieve. Most of the books Edge had—

(had, books he’d had, those treasured few books lost to him and never mind that he could recite them all by heart, they were forever gone, probably destroyed)

--were scavenged from the dump, days spent carefully drying them out. Perhaps if Red saw this librarby he’d be less doubtful of its usefulness because its shelves were burgeoning with volumes, every shelf filled and more stacked on the tables and front desk, so many books, and he itched to get his claws on every one of them, some underused literacy fragment of his soul woke and cried out for something to read.

Edge quashed it ruthlessly. He was here for books on childcare, not any of the ridiculous (wonderful) science fiction stories he’d sometimes found.

There were other Monsters sitting in twos and threes around the room, but aside from a curious glance or two, none seemed concerned about his presence. Edge lifted his chin and walked to the shelves as if he belonged here and began to peruse the selection. A little searching found him not one, but two books, one for new parents and another for the toddler years. He took them both, better to be prepared, and as he turned from the shelf, another book caught his eye.

A slender book titled ‘Pattycake with Pokey Puppy’. Obviously a child’s book and looking at the brightly painted cover suffused him with a sudden wave of nostalgia, a memory of curling up with his brother beneath a threadbare blanket in one of the back-alleys in New Home. The aching cold and constant gnawing hunger faded as he listened to Red softly read to him about Fluffy Bunny from a tattered old book, the front cover torn and filthy but so much like the one on the shelf.

Snow was entirely too young to appreciate being read a story. He already had two books, an entire townful of people needed to use this librarby, and it was a town he didn’t even truly belong in. He shouldn’t be greedy, he shouldn’t, and guilt was tight in his throat as he snatched that book up and added it to the other two, carrying all of them up to the front desk.

If the Bird working at the counter was appalled at his selfishness, they gave no sign of it. By all rights, they should have been looking at him in fear and given him the books in the hopes he would leave quickly. Edge knew very well the reactions that his appearance could cause, cultivated it in Underfell, and never let the way other Monsters cringed away bother him. If they were afraid of him, they would obey him, and their lives were more important than any petty wish to be admired.

Dressed as he was in one of Stretch’s rumpled sweatshirts, complete with formula stains and crushed up bits of cereal ground into the front, it seemed his threat level had decreased all the way down to acceptable Underswap levels. The Bird only smiled and stamped his books before handing them back over. He supposed the books themselves were also partly to blame for her lack of concern over having him in their quiet little librarby. Anyone checking out ‘Toddler Years: Surviving with your Sanity’ and ‘The Big Book About Little Monsters’ probably wasn’t going to go into a dust-crazed frenzy.

Books in hand, Edge started back to the Swap brothers’ house and he only took two steps in the wrong direction before he sighed and turned around. He’d get the hang of this Snowdin soon enough, at least no one was around to see him stop in his tracks and head back the other way—

“Sir!”

Edge paused warily, turning in the direction of that voice even as he struggled not to ready an attack, just in case. It was easier to dismiss the urge when he saw a young Bun dressed in bright purple stripes running towards him, carrying a large paper sack.

“Sir!” she panted as she skidded to a stop, kicking up slush and snow. “You’re Papyrus’s friend, aren’t you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was speaking of Stretch. “Yes?” he agreed cautiously. If this were about some sort of debt or prank—

The child only beamed happily and thrust the bag towards him. “My mama found some more baby stuff for you! Said for you to take whatever you need and give back anything you don’t!”

“I…” Edge reached out automatically before he caught himself, hesitating. “I’m afraid I don’t have any G.”

His confusion transferred to the child, “G? Oh, no, mama doesn’t want G! Our baby is walking and talking now, he don’t need it anymore!”

She thrust the bag into his arms and Edge took it, briefly too overwhelmed to speak. The people of this Snowdin had already been so generous, for them to offer even more was bewildering him past the point of gratitude. It reminded him of Blue who’d so often pressed them to take leftovers after dinner, bullying and cajoling until Edge found himself in his own universe with a bag in hand, so similar to the bag he held now. He didn’t understand it then and didn’t now, didn’t even know how to explain to them that it wasn’t supposed to be this way, not in his experience, not in his world.

But this wasn’t his world, was it.

The child was still standing in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back as she bounced on her toes. “Can I come see the baby sometime?” she asked hopefully. “Papyrus said she’s really cute!”

“She is.” Edge managed, trying to recover enough from his confusion to at least keep from acting like an ungrateful fool. He pulled out his phone and held it out for the child to see the background picture of Snow and her attempts to eat noodles. Even with the cracked screen, she was obviously as adorable as advertised and from the way the child cooed happily, she very much agreed.

“Aww, she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!” A faint voice cut through the stillness, a name being called from one of the nearby homes, and the child looked in that direction briefly before turning back to Edge. “You should ask Papyrus to fix your phone, he’s real good at that stuff. I gotta go. Bye!”

He kept a close watch on the child to make sure she made it back to her home all right before turning back to his own path, bag in one hand and books in the other. Their house was soon in sight and Edge was half-afraid he’d still hear wails coming through the door.

But there was only the silently twinkling Gyftmas lights and Edge stifled his near-disappointment and headed inside.

Blue and Snow were on the sofa where she was currently squealing happily as she bounced on Blue’s knee and truly, Edge should be above his brief surge of triumph when he noted that Blue seemed more than a trifle weary. There was an empty bowl and a mostly empty bottle on the side table, proof that Snow’s appetite hadn’t diminished in the slightest. Blue’s scarf had a damp spot on it as if an infant chose to use it as their next gnawing target, and there was a smeary handprint right on his cheekbone that looked suspiciously like smashed peas, the green trail of it leading downward and freckled across the front of his shirt.

The baby looked over as he walked inside, and the moment she caught sight of Edge, her chortling glee faded. In an instant, her sparkling eye lights switched to a waterfall of tears and she began to squall, holding out both little arms to him.

Edge hastily deposited the bag and books on the coffee table and took her, cuddling her close until those tears faded again into happy giggles.

Blue only sagged back on the sofa, slinging an arm over his eye sockets as he groaned out, “How can someone so small be so tiring? You were only gone an hour and I’ve gone from magnificent to mediocre!”

“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Edge admitted. He snagged his scarf with his free hand, readying Snow to return to her beloved binding. He noted Blue watching intently with approval. Not that he ever thought Blue wouldn’t take his duties seriously, but it was good to have it confirmed.

“Well! I need to get off to Alphys’s,” Blues struggled to his feet, chuckling as he shook his head. “I never expected to see the day I’d consider training to be the less exhausting option. Papy should be home soon.”

“I have her, go,” Edge said, “but…you may want to wash your face first.”

One gloved hand flew up to Blue’s cheekbone. Pity it was the wrong one, “What? Why?”

“Better that you just go wash.”

Blue dashed for the stairs and Edge sat down in his place on the sofa, adjusting the sling so that Snow was comfortable against him. He reached for the first book, hesitating over the one on caring for an infant. His hand detoured instead to ‘Pattycake with Pokey Puppy’, flipping to the first page as Snow, already sucking on her fingers, looked up at him with large eye lights.

“I’m going to read you a story, little one,” Edge told her, “I think you’ll like it. I hope you will.” He began to read, “One little puppy, sitting by a fence—”

He was quite sure Snow couldn’t really understand him, but she still seemed to listen contentedly as he read. She snuggled deeper into his scarf and his arms, and didn’t react at all when Blue’s voice carried downstairs in a wail, “How did she even get it all the way in there…?”

Edge didn’t ask. He only kept reading to Snow about the adventures in patty cake for a poky puppy and his friends. He hoped she didn’t fall asleep too quickly. He wanted to see how it ended.

tbc

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