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Wash Day Delight Pt. 7

Rating: General Audiences

WARNINGS: None

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships: Papyri Harem.

Characters: Papyrus (UT!Pap), Reader, Blue (US!Sans), Willow (HT!Pap), Mutt (FSR!Pap), Red (UF!Sans), Coffee (FSG!Pap), Oak (HT!Sans), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

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*Willow is here to save the Reader’s toes after that trip through the void. She finally gets to have her shower and ponder. Meanwhile, the guys discuss downstairs and Coffee reminds them Google is a thing.

*Bonus: Fluffy Willow moments.

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Papyrus was never a fan of shortcuts and not just because his brother borderline abused them. No, he didn’t enjoy the pervasive feel of the void around him. The cold of Snowedin never bothered him, but the void’s cold always managed to sink and settle into his bones no matter how short their time was spent in the odd space. By the way he could feel the human in his arms shivering lightly let him know she was feeling it as well. Finally, the inky blackness of the void seemed to pull before snapping and his well lit home falling into place around him was almost blinding.

“ALRIGHT, YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES,” Blue had yet to release his grip on Papyrus’s arm as he used it for leverage to check on their friend. She was slowly unfurling from the fetal position she had curled into during their trip. Had she been that cold? His sockets took in her attire and he mentally kicked himself for not realizing how light her clothing was. And humans were more sensitive to temperature to boot.

“APOLOGIES! I SHOULD HAVE GRABBED A BLANKET FOR YOU.” Papyrus wanted to help rub some warmth into the bared skin of her arms and legs, but he doubted his frozen bones would do much good right now. Even Blue was resisting touching her right now.

She had unfurled as much as she dared and patted his chest before trying to speak. Her teeth chattered shortly into her effort and she quickly closed her mouth with a little embarrassed huff. He managed to stifle a giggle at the cute display as she took a moment to rub her hands together and blow hot air into her palms before pressing the warmed skin into her cheeks and rubbing more. Blue didn’t bother hiding his chuckles and she sent him a pouty glare, “N-not f...f-f… fun-ny!” she pushed out.

Blue just grinned as he lifted a hand and made a show of removing his glove, “NOT FUNNY SHE SAYS!” he cackled as her glare quickly melted into horror and panic as the energetic skeleton hovered his hand over her bare leg.

“D-don’t you d-are!” she chattered, legs jerking slightly as she seemed to be holding back from moving too much. Papyrus could feel her jump as Blue dropped his hand lower playfully.

“OKAY, THAT’S EN-EH!!!” his statement was cut off as a new pair of skeletal hands came into view and plucked the shivering human from his arms swiftly. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with what just happened as he snapped his head up to see who had stolen his friend.

“WILLOW!” It had been Blue calling his doppelganger’s nickname as they both watched the towering skeleton adjust his hold on her so she was pretty much sitting in the crook of his arm, tucked against his side, with his palm cupping her feet as his fingers gently rubbed at her toes. She seemed to be shivering less and less, relaxing into Willow’s hold even as said skeleton fussed over and at her. Papyrus and Blue weren’t exempt from a scolding though as Willow turned his attention to them and wasted no time falling into a lecture.

“I UNDERSTAND YOU TWO WERE EXCITED TO HAVE OUR FRIEND OVER TODAY, BUT THAT IS NO EXCUSE TO RUSH AND FORGET NECESSITIES LIKE SOCKS AND SHOES! HUMANS LOSE MOST OF THEIR BODY HEAT THROUGH THEIR FEET!” Papyrus and Blue just resigned to their fate and bowed their heads guiltily. Thankfully, Willow’s scolding was halted by the human in his arms patting his chest.

“That’s enough, Willow,” she hushed, for some reason looking guilty herself. “Blue and Pap took real good care of me before the shortcut, so go easy on them, please?” The two she praised perked up. “Plus, they weren’t the only ones excited to come over today,” she finished her plea and Willow took a moment to consider it before letting his shoulders and features relax.

“FINE,” he gave in and sighs of relief resounded before a confused squeak escaped their guest as Willow turned around with her still cradled against his side and started making his way up the stairs.

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“Um… Willow?” she called, trying not to look down or around. Willow was already tall… no, tall wasn’t enough to cover just how much airspace this particular skeleton cousin took up. Now, they were on stairs… ascending said stairs steadily and just out of her view she knew the ground floor was getting further away and the ceiling was getting closer. She knew he wouldn’t drop her, but lord, a fall from this height would do some damage and be extra painful today especially.

He answered with an inquiring hum, not even glancing down at the human he had pretty much kidnapped. “Where are you taking me?” she questioned, eyes focused on his face and nothing else. Even the sound of rushed footfalls on the stairs behind them didn’t pull her attention. It was most likely Papyrus or Blue trying to catch up.

“TO YOUR BATH, OF COURSE,” he answered like it was the most obvious answer. A little “oh” fell from her lips before pouting a bit as she squinted up at him.

“I could always walk?” she put out there. They were literally going to have her spoiled if they kept carrying her this much. Plus, she still had that nagging feeling that as an adult she shouldn’t have things this easy.

Willow only hummed again, but made no move to put her down even as they reached the landing and took a left to go down the long hallway. So, no walking for her. Knowing Blue, he probably told the whole household Papyrus’s plan to pamper her today.

“WILLOW!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. No longer on the stairs, she looked just in front of them to where Blue was pretty much jogging backwards in order to stay ahead of Willow’s long gate. And Willow wasn’t letting up, but did tip his skull down to acknowledge the small skeleton. “YOU CAN’T JUST STEAL Y/N!” he scolded, “PLUS, ALL HER STUFF IS WITH ME.” He gestured to the pack on his back.

“AND YOU’RE HERE WITH IT, I DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM,” was Willow’s sassy reply. Blue opened his mouth to respond, but his teeth clacked shut as words failed him. She giggled as Blue huffed and he sent a little glare her way. He had to scramble out the way as they had finally reached the “master bath” and Willow wasn’t wasting any time as he pushed the door open with his free hand and stepped inside.

This was only her second time in here and it still amazed her how extravagant and expensive a bathroom of all things could feel. If she remembered correctly, it was Black’s insistence they have at least one bath like this. She could see his tastes echoed in the dark marble countertops and black paneling along the walls. Wine must have had a say as well from the cozy touches like the cypress wood flooring and cabinets, decorative towels and art pieces--she’d have to ask if Coffee made some of these. She hadn’t asked last time whose decision it was to have not only a skylight, but a floor to ceiling glass panel next to the modern soaking tub. Thankfully, their house was outside city limits and up in the hilly area, nestled on a cliff side. They probably have a fantastic view of the stars come night time through that window. Right now though, all she could see was blue skies with lazy, wispy clouds.

“Oh, that’s new,” she commented, noticing all the new plants and even what looked like a moss mat placed before the tub.

“HM, WHAT IS?” Willow questioned as he carried her closer to the shower. Now able to see the just as extravagant shower, she could see another of the mats in front of it as well. Now, that she looked more closely, the little organic mats made a cute stepping stone-like trail over to the tub.

“That,” she pointed out, fingertip following the trail before twirling to indicate all the plants in general.

Willow’s sockets widened a fraction as he realized what she was talking about before smiling, no beaming proudly. He straightened up as much as he could while carrying her, impressive considering his back wasn’t the best. “THAT WOULD BE MY BROTHER’S DOING!” he proclaimed, practically glowing with pride, “HE’S RECENTLY GOTTEN INTO GARDENING AND BOTANY. OH, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS GARDEN! I MEAN… IT’S NOT IN BLOOM RIGHT NOW, BUT IT’S STILL IMPRESSIVE AND HE’S THINKING ABOUT A GREENHOUSE ONE DAY SO HE CAN GROW FRUITS AND VEGETABLES ALL YEAR ROUND FOR US TO EAT.” He was rambling, but that was fine. It was touching seeing his enthusiasm for his brother’s new hobby… would it be considered a hobby? She felt better thinking of it as a passion. “OH! I’M SORRY, I GOT OFF TRACK,” he apologized but she just shrugged.

“I don’t mind, I actually like it,” she assured. She adjusted her grip on him as she felt him starting to crouch down.

“GREAT! BECAUSE I HAVE MORE TO SAY!” he chirped, sockets curving just a bit as she giggled in response. Bent at the knees, he eased her onto her own feet which left her standing between his spread femurs with her hands on his shoulders for balance as she stretched and flexed her legs to wake them up. He continued to chat with her throughout. “BUT MY BROTHER’S FAVORITE IS TAKING IN RESCUES,” he started and gestured to the plants in the bathroom, “THESE ARE SOME HE’S REHABILITATED.” He had dove into telling how Oak explained that these plants in particular thrived in more humid environments, plus how he had convinced the more bourgie of their housemates to allow the plants to be kept in this bathroom. Apparently, it had been Wine who gave in first, but it took near half the household to convince Black. What won him over was the moss being useful for soaking up water and the plants for their air purifying qualities.

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By the time he finished retelling the saga, she had taken a seat on one of the mats as she laughed along with him as he whispered how Black had been caught talking to one of the plants. “HIS DEFENSE WAS THAT HE HEARD OAK TALKING TO THEM SEVERAL TIMES,” he completed his tale, his small sockets softening as he took in how even her eyes seemed to be shining with her mirth.

“Well, I read somewhere that talking to plants actually can help them,” her words were still interrupted by cute little giggles. Finally, she took a deep breath and held it before releasing slowly. She had lifted a hand to fan herself and he could understand why considering the flush he could see on her cheeks and ears. “I’m happy for Oak, it seems like he really found something he loves--aside from you, of course,” she remarked thoughtfully, “And I can hear how proud you are as well.”

“I AM.” He had been ecstatic when his brother finally found something to focus on other than food and his condition. All thanks to a sad little plant he had found left out to die and be thrown away with the trash one day. It had been nothing more than a single stem with one big leaf that had shriveled and was turning brown at the edges.

It had been confusing at first when his brother came home with it carefully cupped in his palm with soil he had dug up to cover its roots. Oak had mumbled that he couldn’t find a pot or anything for it and he had forgotten his money at home, but it needed help, so he did what he could. He hadn’t questioned it. Now, that sad little plant was taller than him and outgrowing its current pot quickly, but they were waiting for the warmer months to plant it in the ground finally.

“THE ROUTINE OF TAKING CARE OF THE PLANTS HELPS HIM TREMENDOUSLY. PLUS, TALKING TO THE PLANTS HELPS HIM AS WELL! IT STRENGTHENS HIS MEMORY,” he added, teeth quirked into a gentle smile. She just hummed in response and he flushed a bit as he saw she was now gazing up at him with her chin resting on her braided fingers. He wished she wouldn’t look at him like that. So gentle, so warm, and so understanding. It gave him hope when he knew damn well her feelings were just platonic. Besides, he knew he didn’t stand a chance against his prime version.

Sighing, he stood up and rolled his shoulders and neck to ease the stiffness that had set in. “WELL, I SHOULD LEAVE YOU TO IT,” he dismissed as he offered her a helping hand and pulled her to her feet; bare toes wiggling and pressing into the moss mat curiously. He still couldn’t--no, he could believe it-- he simply couldn’t wrap his mind around how they had forgotten even shoes or socks for her.

“Oh, I get to bathe myself?” she joked as she peeked around Willow to find Blue, but all she saw was her bag abandoned on the counter. He must have run off while they were talking.

Willow immediately lifted a hand to cover his now glowing cheekbones and nose ridge, “I BELIEVE THE AGREEMENT WAS THAT YOU BATHE YOURSELF.” He heard her snort and looked down at the human as she now rummaged through her bag, pulling out a few containers, a bright colored netting of some sort, a change of clothes, and even a bath bomb. “UNLESS YOU’VE CHANGED YOUR MIND OF COURSE,” he watched her freeze like a dear from the corner of his vision as he looked off to the side in feigned innocence, “IT IS DIFFICULT FOR YOU HUMANS TO REACH CERTAIN PLACES ON YOUR OWN, CORRECT?” Oh, she was blushing something fierce right now.

“WILLOW!” she whined, now imitating an ostrich as she pressed her face into her bag to hide.

“WOWIE, MY NAME SURE IS POPULAR TODAY!” he replied playfully as a muffled little scream came from the bag she was hunched over. He chuckled and gently pushed the edge of the bag’s opening down enough so he could see her eyes peeking at him. Well, glaring right now. “WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED, HUMAN? I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT HELPING YOU WASH YOUR BACK IF YOU WANTED,” a crooked grin pulled at his teeth as her eyes narrowed further.

“Uh. Huh,” was her answer and somehow that sound carried so much attitude and meaning. Yeah, she definitely didn’t buy it, but at least she was finally emerging from the bag and finishing unpacking what she needed. He smiled as he saw her pull out a pair of cute fuzzy socks. Those would have helped earlier, but at least he wouldn’t have to hunt down a pair… most of theirs wouldn’t fit anyway. “So, how do y’ll want ta do this?” she asked him suddenly as she started zipping up the bag again.

“DO WHAT EXACTLY?”

She was staring for a moment, looking for any indication that he was playing dumb before finally answering, “My hair? I told Papi I’d let him help with it, but he’s off somewhere, so I can’t ask him.” Oh? She’s letting Papyrus touch her hair? He really had no chance, huh? “But I don’t mind if more of you want to help out, too.”

“YES,” the word had jumped from his teeth as soon as she finished speaking. Taking a deep breath and recomposing himself as her now wide eyes just blinked up at him in shock. “I MEAN I’D LOVE TO HELP OUT… WITH YOU HAIR I MEAN,” he tried again, volume and tone hopefully more casual. He had his hands behind his back to hide his fidgeting fingers.

One more blink before her expression, only for a second, twisted into suspicion and curiosity. The look was gone and replaced with something neutral, but welcoming. Just what had gone through her mind, he wondered. “Okay…” she dragged out the vowel a bit, “So, once again, how are we going about this? Do y’ll want me to wash my hair and you just get to do the styling, detangling, blah blah blah… oooor-”

She quieted as Willow held up his palms to her, “WE WANT TO DO EVERYTHING.”

“Everything?” He nodded with an eager smile, fingers curling into happy fists that were shaking from tension as he withheld pumping them excitedly. He watched her look up to the ceiling in thought before shrugging, “Alright, so I’ll just wash up for now and save my long soak for later.” She was thinking aloud as she picked up her bag and held it out to him, “While I’m washing, why don’t y’ll pick out some products we’ll use? Mainly focus on the scent for now.”

He took the bag with a nod and a surprised little rep as he felt how hefty the bag still felt. “Yeah, we probably went overboard, but Blue figured it’s better to be over prepared than under,” she explained and he could only nod in stunned silence as he turned and started to finally leave.

“Oh!” He paused in the doorway and looked back at her. She had only managed to turn on the shower to start warming it up and though she wasn’t looking at him kept speaking, “You guys also need to figure out how and where we’re going to wash my hair.”

Willow’s skull tilted and he lifted a brow bone in question, “ARE WE NOT DOING IT IN HERE?” He thought the bathroom was where humans took care of all their hygiene needs. And shouldn’t she know how to wash her hair? She’s supposed to show them after all.

She just hummed and took a long look around. “I guess we could, but…” she trailed off.

“BUT?” he pushed, genuinely curious.

“The tub is a bit tall for me to be leaning over for a long time and I know your back wouldn’t appreciate it either, plus it would require a cup or something to dump water over my head.” She wasn’t wrong about his back. So, that was out. Plus, it didn’t sound pleasant to have water dumped over one’s head over and over. “The sink in here is higher, but that would be difficult for me. Plus, it’s a bit shallow and once again, we’d need a cup.” Sink was out, too, then.

“And last, the shower. That’s usually where I wash my hair, but it’s a bit difficult with multiple people.. At least it is if you’re not comfortable being naked or in swimsuits together,” she laughed and he blushed a bit at the intimate, domestic scene it summoned in his mind. “Other than that, the only ways I think we could make it work up here is if I leaned over into the shower or knelt down and we used the removable shower head,” she put out the idea, but he immediately knew it wouldn’t work out.

“THE WATER PRESSURE WOULD RESULT IN A VERY MESSY… WET EXPERIENCE,” he lamented and she just nodded sagely with a little shrug. How would they get this done? Was it even possible?

“If it helps,” she piped up, holding a hand under the spray and feeling the temperature of the water, “We usually use the kitchen sink or a utility sink. Ylls is still tall, but I think if I stand on a chair, it might work.” She sent him a confident smile as he perked up at the idea, “Y’ll have time to think it over. Plus, I want to show you all something before that anyway.” After that, she had shooed him out and he left with a promise to talk it over with the others. He couldn’t help wondering what she wanted to show them.

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Once the door closed behind Willow, she couldn’t get out her clothes fast enough. This bath has been due for a bit and my god it already felt heavenly on just her palm from touching the water. Leaving her clothes on the floor right where she shed them, she went to dive into the shower before remembering she needed her soap and other supplies to actually get clean. One naked dash to the counter to scoop up what she needed and back again,plus she tossed a shower cap on at the last minute; finally, she was able to enjoy her shower.

She debated rushing as to not keep the boys waiting, but she rarely gets to experience a rain shower like this. It was dampened-heh-by the plastic shower cap, but overall was pleasant. She took a moment to just bask and relax, but her mind began to wander and shower thoughts filtered in.

Namely how all the skeletons she had interacted with today had been surprised that she was letting them do anything with her hair. Well, they hadn’t expressed their surprise with words, but their body language and facial expressions spoke volumes. That had been genuine surprise and shock she had seen. Add in their eagerness to help her with her hair--adorable--and it’s obvious they’ve wanted to possibly touch her hair or ask about it for a while.

Had she done something to make it seem like she didn’t want anyone touching her hair? At all? She mulled over all the time she had known the skeletons and the only things she could think of is maybe they witnessed someone touching her hair without permission and she snapped on said person. It happens less now, but it has happened. Even that would only make sense if they didn’t hear everything she says to the person. She always mentions consent when she gets on people with wandering, overcurious hands and fingers. So, they would know they just need to ask? Right?

Brow scrunching, she sighed and stepped from under the rainfall to finally start actually cleaning up. Going through the familiar motions, she continued to turn over and pick at the mystery. It wasn’t until near the end of her shower when she was rinsing off the suds, something clicked… “Cash.”

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“we were startin’ ta wonder if doll changed her mind, will o’ the wisp,” a skeleton dressed in mostly black with a fur lined hood and a single gold fang jeered from his seat on the living room sofa just as Willow reached the bottom of the staircase. A disappointed grunt followed as the taller skeleton purposely ignored his comment.

“RED, I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO WORK TODAY?” Willow inquired as he stepped into the living room, only after hearing Blue and Papyrus’s voices reprimand the gold fanged sans. Standing in the doorway, he could now see that the two were sitting on cushions on the floor before the tv. From the characters running and bouncing around the screen, it looked like they were playing Smash. Leaning over the arm of the couch opposite the one Red was sitting on was Coffee. He spared a little wave to Willow, but went back to watching the other two play. He was probably waiting to jump in and play whoever wins. Stretched across that same couch with his fur lined hood up and obscuring his face was Mutt. His long legs hung over the remaining arm of the couch and his arms were crossed over his chest. He truly slept like the dead as he didn’t budge or even twitch. His chest didn’t fall and rise in simulated breath either. The last skeleton in the room was Willow’s brother, Oak, and he was currently snoozing as well, leaned back against the couch with his skull lolling to the side.

“wha’, i’m not invited ta y’lls lil’ wash day thing,” Red growled, but his crimson eyelights avoiding Willow’s gaze hinted he was simply dodging the question and not offended.

Before Willow could call him out on this, Mutt surprisingly beat him to it, “him n’ sansy had a lil’ lover’s spat.” Ah, so he wasn’t sleeping.

“would ya’ quit callin’ it that!” Red barked, scowling as chuckles only rumbled from Mutt.

Coffee’s soft voice just barely spoke above the noise of the other two, “Red wanted to test the machine…”

Willow just arched a brow bone as he set down his hefty load on the coffee table, “AND SANS, I’M GUESSING, DID NOT?” He looked to Red for confirmation and said skeleton huffed, crossing his arms with a frustrated scowl marring his features.

“dun know how he expects us ta know if the damn t’ing works w’itout testing it!” he mumbled, “coward doesn’t even like ta turn it on most times…”

“WELL, IN HIS DEFENSE, THAT MACHINE IS THE REASON ALL OF US ARE HERE RIGHT NOW,” Willow’s attempt to play mediator only resulted in Red grunting and sinking more into the cushions.

Blue had handed off his controller to Coffee who eagerly vacated his spot on the couch and took Blue’s place on the floor. “HE’S GOING TO POUT (“m’not poutin’!”) FOR A WHILE,” he stated as he moved to kneel by the coffee table. His eye lights were glued to the bag he remembered bringing upstairs not that long ago, “WHY DO YOU HAVE HER BAG?” He hoped she had everything she needed upstairs.

His question had Papyrus perking up behind them, but the prime doppel refused to take his sockets off the tv, “I’D LIKE TO KNOW AS WELL!” He wished he could turn and investigate, but Coffee took his games seriously and he had yet to beat the younger skeleton at any. Maybe today would be the day.

Willow sat in Coffee’s empty spot on the couch to ease his back so he wouldn’t be bent over as much. His weight displaced the cushions more than Coffee had and resulted in Mutt slipping down a bit further, closer to his hip and pulling at his hood. Said skeleton didn’t complain and just let it happen, opening his unscarred socket so a rusty blood orange eyelight swiveled to look at the bag in question. “lil’ missy plannin’ ta stay fer while?” he inquired as he took in how full it seemed.

Blue laughed, “NEVER KNOW! WE JUST WANTED TO BE PREPARED!” he chirped.

“BETTER TO BE OVER PREPARED THAN UNDER!” Papyrus joined in before squawking in surprise and muttering a little curse. Coffee could be heard giggling softly and whispering how Papyrus had to put money in the swear jar now, on top of his impending loss.

Mutt just nodded and Willow hummed as he unzipped the bag, “SHE WANTS US TO PICK OUT WHAT PRODUCTS TO USE.” He plucked a jar from the bag to examine.

“why’?” Red had sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat so he could see the bag’s contents better. “shouldn’t she be tellin’ us what ta use?” he mumbled as his eyelights expanded at the amount and variety of products in the bag, “she bought da’ whole store?!”

Blue just snickered and those snickers were growing into laughter as Mutt finally gave in to his own curiosity and sat up. Both sockets now open and eyelights mirroring Red’s own in shock, “never thought i’d be so thankful ta not have hair.” He rubbed a hand over his skull, “exhausted just lookin’ at all this. No wonder they got a whole day just for washin’ hair.”

Willow shook his head at the two with a withered sigh as he could hear Papyrus joining Blue in poorly hidden laughter. “THEY DON’T USE ALL OF IT,” he resisted burying his face in his hands in exasperation, “HENCE WHY SHE WANTS US TO HELP CHOOSE WHICH ONES TO USE TODAY.” He lifted the product he had already taken from the bag and wiggled it for emphasis, “WE’LL JUST PICK OUT BASICS… SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER…” he trailed off. It hit him that he didn’t know what exactly could be considered basics beyond that.

“We could look up the rest…” Coffee spoke up, tilting his head towards the conversation, “...there should be something about this on the internet right?” A harsh click of a button and snap of the joystick could be heard before an anguished cry belted from Papyrus as his character went flying to the edge of the edge of the screen. A flash of light then the announcer chiming in loudly: GAME! He had lost once again. “Good game, Pap…” Coffee patted the defeated monster’s back as he dramatically sobbed into his hands.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU!” Papyrus whined and they could practically hear him pouting as Coffee just giggled.

“GREAT IDEA, COFFEE!” Blue wasted no time whipping out his phone and holding it up proudly as his eyelights formed to stars, “MWEHEHEH! WITH THIS WE WILL PICK OUT THE PERFECT ASSORTMENT AND HELP HER HAVE THE BEST WASH DAY EVER!”

Papyrus bounced back from his crestfallen state as heard Blue’s declaration. He joined them at the coffee table and clapped for Blue who just beamed more. Coffee offered his own shy clap of support as he wandered over as well and settled into an empty spot on the other side of Blue.

Red’s eyelights couldn’t roll any harder at their antics. A frown still pulled at his teeth as something wasn’t sitting right with him about this situation, “thought doll didn’t like anyone messin’ wit’ her hair?” Why the sudden change of heart? The others went quiet at his question and Mutt just hummed along, the sound giving way his curiosity about this as well.

Papyrus fiddled with his hands, braiding and unbraiding his fingers, before breaking the silence that had fallen on the room, “WELL, AS YOU KNOW--from the group text--WE CONVINCED HER TO LET ME-US TAKE CARE OF HER.” He inhaled and looked up, looking at each skeleton in the room, “I ASKED IF WE COULD HELP WITH HER HAIR…” A soft smile lifted the corners of his teeth, “AND SHE SAID YES.”

Nothing was said for a bit as Papyrus’s words sank in before Mutt hummed once again, “well… let’s get ta pickin’ then.” Nods were shared in agreement. It didn’t answer why, but it would do for now.

Willow started them off with the product he had already. He read the label aloud, “HAIR HONEY?” before unscrewing the lid. He didn’t need to lean in to get a whiff of its scent. Not only because his naturally more sensitive sense of smell, but it was potent and the others around perked in curiosity as well. It was sweet and warm, but not floral. Maybe a bit fruity? It reminded him of a tropical drink… the color of it certainly looked like honey though. Before he could even question what it was for, he could hear Blue’s distals tapping at his screen to look it up.

“HAIR HONEY IS A BALM FOR STYLING, MOISTURIZING, AND ADDING SHINE TO HAIR,” he read, along with a few details about ingredients. Surprisingly, the product had very little to no actual honey in it.

“WHY CALL IT HONEY IF IT HAS NO HONEY?” Papyrus voiced the question they were all thinking as Willow replaced the lid on the jar and set it aside.

“‘n they say monsters are bad at namin’,” Red grumbled before jumping as the cushions beside him shifted and sank. He could hear a long, loud sniff and scowled at Oak as the larger skeleton was literally following his nasal cavity to the now closed jar. “Fuckin’ ell when did you wake up!” he griped.

Oak ignored him for picking up the jar and opening it again to take a deep sniff. A moment later they could hear purring.

“Missy might not be gettin’ that one back,” Mutt chuckled as he took his turn digging in the bag for a product. They continued like this. Taking turns picking a product, reading and looking it up, sniffing, and eventually sorting them into piles at Papyrus’s insistence. They had started with two: YES and NO. But the YES pile was now organized by scent. The “tastier”--as Oak put it--scented products had been more or less hoarded by said skeleton. It was obvious what his vote was for.

“is it really smart ta have her smellin’ all yummy and shit,” Red had scooted to the far side of the couch away from Oak. It was too much being next to the giant while he was purring with the volume of a freight train. He swears the cushions were vibrating. Willow’s sockets narrowed on the smaller skeleton, “I HOPE YOU ARE NOT INSINUATING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE.” His still crooked teeth pulled into a frown. His braces were slow to fix them.

“THAT WAS VERY UNCOUTH, RED,” Papyrus agreed and Willow sent his duplicate an appreciative smile.

Mutt shrugged as he watched Blue repacking the NO pile, “‘m fine wit her smellin’ like a snack~” His gold fangs glinted as he smiled, a teasing lilt to his voice. “‘sides it’s hard not to considerin’ half this stuff has some sort of ‘butter’ in it...” he muttered. He had no clue what exactly cocoa or shea butter was or what it did, but it smelled amazing.

Red agreed with the butter comment. Hell, he was still trying to figure out how they got butter from something like olives, hempseed… MANGOES? A god damned fruit… how? Not too mention the different oils… it was like they were trying to purposely seasoning themselves.

Blue choked on a cut off laugh and Red had cracked a smile, snickering. Willow had tilted his skull back with a far away, tired look to the ceiling, but couldn’t hide a light flush to his cheekbones. Papyrus had slapped a hand to his forehead with an exasperated sigh.

Coffee giggled quietly, “...I have a bit of a sweet tooth as well…” That was an understatement. He had the biggest sweet tooth out of all of them. A golden blush flushed his cheekbones as all attention had turned to him in mild shock that he had said something even slightly close to a double entendre.

A barked laugh burst from Red and Mutt. The taller of the two recovered first with a satisfied sigh, “well, now we really gotta go with Oak’s choice.”

Red wiped a tear from his socket as he conceded with a shrug and amused huff, “fine, fine…” Blue and Papyrus agreed since they were outvoted either way, but Willow had yet to speak. He was staring down Red, frown still in place. The skeleton currently under his harsh gaze began to sweat, eyelights wobbling and shrinking as he refused to make eye contact. The trio on the floor shifted awkwardly and after a subtle glance between the two, they busied themselves with packing up the products they wouldn’t be using. “what?!” he finally snapped, turning sharply and glaring up at the towering monster.

“ya still owe us an apology…” Oak rumbled, his bloated red eyelight focused on Red. His brother crossed his arms over his chest and hummed in agreement.

“seriously?” Red looked between the two in disbelief. Neither held an expression that they were joking and Mutt was offering no support for him. The trench coat clad skeleton instead was looking at the ceiling with the utmost concentration. Traitor… Red tried holding out stubbornly and debated simply shortcutting away, but even he knew he had overstepped. Maybe that therapist was worth the money. “m’sorry…” he grumbled, scrunching up in an effort to hide further in the fluff of his hoodie.

Oak looked to his brother to see if he approved of the apology. It was a piss poor one even by his standards, but he knew they probably wouldn’t get much more than that right now. Willow’s expression definitely said the apology wasn’t up to standard, but let his shoulders fall and his arms uncross. It was enough of an acceptance for Red as the smaller skeleton sighed in relief at the tension easing in the room.

Papyrus, Coffee, and Blue had finished packing by now and Papyrus clapped his hands, a bright smile lighting up his face. “WITH THAT AND OUR CHOICE OF HAIR CARE PRODUCTS COMPLETED, I’D SAY WE’VE DONE GOOD!” he boasted and Blue nodded along. Oak just hummed and purred happily; he turned his attention back to the products on his lap.

“BUT WE’RE NOT DONE YET,” Willow interjected and confused, curious eyelights and sockets were aimed his way. He was grateful the more prim and proper and strict of their household were not in for this particular conversation. “YOU SEE, WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW WE’RE GOING TO WASH HER HAIR…. OR RATHER, WHERE?” he continued on to explain that they had already scratched off the upstairs bathroom she was using, plus pretty much any other bathroom at that. “ACCORDING TO HER, THE KITCHEN OR UTILITY SINK IS BEST FOR WHEN SOMEONE HAS TO ASSIST,” he finished.

Pensive, thoughtful looks adorned most of the occupants, except for Oak and Mutt. Oak was distracted by his hoard and Mutt was still staring at the ceiling.

“USING THE UTILITY SINK WOULD APPEASE CERTAIN SOMEONES,” Blue noted, but he didn’t sound certain.

“it would, but knowin’ how many of you are gonna wanna hang around, it’ll get crowded real quick in that little room,” Red inputted and shot down the utility sink idea. While his brother or Black might get huffy about the kitchen sink, it wouldn’t be anything worse than some harsh words. Black was soft on the woman and his brother held a torch for her. They’d be fine.

Tipping could be heard and they half expected it to be Blue typing on his phone again, but instead it was Coffee. A few more clicks and they could see the light of the screen shining off his pearly face and gold braces. Blue leaned to peek over his shoulder and Papyrus followed suit. The two sharing looks of awe and understanding.

“ey!” Red snapped and two of the trio jerked their attention from the screen, “don’t just keep it ta yaself. show us what ya found!”

Coffee was the only one still looking at his screen and he swiped his finger across the glass surface before turning his phone around for them to see. On the screen was a video of a woman that had curly hair and skin like their friend. She was leaning over a sink with a woman standing just beside her. The other woman had short, dark coils and her skin was a deep, cool brown. She was currently using the pull down sprayer to wet the other’s hair and working the water into her curls with her other hand.

“OH, WE HAVE A SPRAYER LIKE THAT!” Willow nodded, “IT WILL MAKE THIS SO MUCH EASIER THAN USING A CUP OR BOWL TO DUMP WATER OVER HER HEAD.”

“you were plannin’ ta waterboard doll?” Red joked as he continued to watch the video. “only problem ya have left is that our kitchen sink is built fer the taller than average…” he pointed out. It sparked new ideas to be put forth. Suggestions that they could use a chair or stool for her to stand on. This was shot down as Coffee reminded them that she was physically exhausted and her neck and back wouldn’t appreciate being bent over for so long after the workout Edge and Papyrus had put her through.

Papyrus sighed, “IT SEEMS MY ENTHUSIASM YESTERDAY HAS PRODUCED YET ANOTHER PROBLEM…”

Blue patted his shoulder comfortingly, “WE HAD NO CLUE ANY OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN. PLUS, THINK HOW PROUD SHE’LL BE WHEN YOU SHOW HER THE CHARTS OF HER PROGRESS YOU MADE!” It helped cheer up the positive skeleton and he nodded, mumbling a thank you to his ever supportive friend.

A deep rumble pervaded the living room and gradually morphed into amused, pleased chuckles. All attention moved to Mutt, the source, with inquiring gazes. Pushing his hood down and leaning forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his cheek against his knuckles, he grinned at his companions, “...think I have a solution fer that~”

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nonsensical-questions · 3 years

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What inspired you to create sensetale?

it’s hard to really say what inspired me, because i made sensetale originally as a joke which then transitioned into a frustration with the fandom, like how they don’t use minor character in their au’s or how no one switches flowey around they just replace him with some other flower and finally just no au switching around the main character, frisk, making new humans was fine by me but there was only really 2 au’s at the time that switched frisk and one of them was underswap and the other was an au i don’t remember but frisk was replaced by monster kid... this would be okay but he was human, i understand the want to make him human but at that point it’s better to just make a new human character and place monster kid someone else. while these were the main reasons i made sensetale these weren’t it’s origins, like i said it was a joke au but it did play into me not liking that no au switched flowey the first sensetale thing i made was surprise surprise a sans drawling, but this sans drawling was of him with a slightly changed jacket and a nose that looked like a friendlyness pellet, even then this wasn’t supposed to mean anything, it was just a slight detail that didn’t really look that good, sans also looked a bit happier over all. i then made a flowey drawling which was very basic, it was a flowery with a jacket tried around his vine, this was because snowdin is cold bla bla bla, but this has honestly come to bite me in the butt cause while i didn’t show anyone these drawlings besides my friends i am haunted by flowey’s in jackets everytime i see flowey fan art, snowdin isn’t snowdin anymore, it’s not cold, and the design is just so lazy i don’t like seeing anymore, like i know i haven’t shown off flowey but are there no other ideas for what flowey might look like in sensetale??? but whatever, i then tried to switch around character’s making the swaps intentionally weird but would make sense in context, chara and flowey? sure. undyne being frisk and papyrus being chara cause of the dynamic they have in the UT calls? love it! and while were at it why not make gaster asriel and asriel gaster, with this flowey is flowey and not some other character. have mad dummy be the “royal scientist” cause they seems to be really good at making machinery as shown by their dummybots... which going by alphys seems to be the only requirement for being a “scientist” since she was made the scientist by just making a cool robot. i wasn’t even thinking of the relationship of MD and frisk as it didn’t really matter to me, they wouldn’t get along but i was fine with that, having a little variety is nice this all lead to me making an au that i called sensetale, well the name was back from when it was still a joke au but i started liking the name so i kept it and i don’t want to change it. at the time, yes i didn’t have a plan for the story but, i do now and i’ve had it ready for a few years now, thanks to my old spriter moon for helping me brain storm and giving me ideas that i liked here and there, plus just helping me make the old comic in general which got me into making sprites myself and all that jazz anyways this has been going on for too long but i hope you enjoyed me going on a trip through memory lane and explaining why sensetale is so important to me. and thank you all for enjoying the au so far, i swear i’ll make more content soon i’m not going another year with little to no sensetale content

#undertale #sensetale #small rant #flashback time #frisk #undyne #chara #flowey #sans #gaster

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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years

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Does It Hurt? [Whumptober 2019 - Day 11: Stitches]

Summary: Upon seeing a friend after his surgery, Norika gets curious about stiches, starting a conversation on the topic.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (Coffeeshop AU) Relationship: Platonic Norika, Haruna, Tachimukai and Tsunami friendship goodness

Content Warnings: Brief implied depiction of surgery

Wordcount: 900 words

Notes: God, who knew imagining this crew of characters being around my current age (I'm almost 21, if you're curious) was this fun? It has no rights to be this nice, I'm getting everyone terribly OOC and yet I don't feel any bad about it, that's the magic of AUs I suppose lol These four are my new go-to friend squad, not unlike my DRV3 ship squad (which is either an OT4 or just very close Saimatsu and Kaimaki) Also yeah stitches, taken in the lightest way possible, because I'm a fluff ball these days and I don't wanna apologize for that so woops take it, take my children being pure together and for maximum self-indulgence, it's for my coffeeshop AU too! yeet!

Event hosted by @whumptober2019

AO3 version available here.

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“…does it hurt?”

Norika’s question is a genuine one. Like anything she doesn’t understand quite by herself, she asks with unhinged curiosity; but this time, she also asks with concern laced in her intentions, even if it breaks through their tranquil silence.

“It doesn’t if you don’t move around much,” Haruna answers her from the other side of the bed, sitting on a chair as elegantly as she always does.

“And you know that because?” Tsunami chimes in, arms crossed, sitting next to her.

“G-guys…”

“Yuuto once had a surgery where he ended with a few stitches.”

“Huh?” Tsunami looks utterly baffled. “I don’t really see Kidou get into trouble enough that it’d require stitches of all things!”

“Kidou, like, the Kidou?! Yeah, I don’t see it either!”

“I think I have a picture somewhere of the both of us from when he was still recovering from that… Ut wasn’t his fault either, so it’s not as incredible as you’re making it out to be. Even if it made for one unusual sight for sure…”

“G-guys, can I reply to Umihara myself?”

“Ah, sorry! Go for it!”

Sitting in the bed is an embarrassed Tachimukai contemplating his friends blabbering about someone else entirely in his own hospital room. They’re always fairly turbulent and tend to get carried away very easily, but this one is a particularly clear instance, to Norika. Much to her chagrin, Tachimukai still isn’t as assertive as the three of them, despite her encouragements. These are things that don’t change from a day to the other, she supposes.

Suddenly, six eyes are on him, and he almost coils when he realizes that; yet he laughs it off, a hand brushing against where his bandages must be.

“They don’t really hurt,” he describes, eyes glancing at the fingers dancing in the fabric of the covers. “I don’t feel them this much… They sting if I move around, sure, and it’s honestly frustrating to having to stay this still all the time, but they don’t hurt by themselves.”

“Ah, I see,” Norika responds, nodding and humming along. “That’s good then! I was worried you’d be hurting even further with these!”

“You’ve never had any stitches, Umihara?”

“No, I’ve never needed any surgery… Which is good, because Inakuni didn’t have a big clinic and my mom was worried for me. I feel safer getting injured in Inazuma because of that, talk about a paradox!”

They both laugh to her little joke. Tsunami joins them soon afterwards, most likely understanding her sentiment, before Haruna eventually completes their little outburst.

“Anyway, how are you feeling, Tachimukai?” Haruna then asks, arms crossed, putting her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “I believe the anaesthetics have faded away by now.”

“Heh… Kinda numb, I’d say? I mean, it feels sore where the stitches are, that’s the main complaint I can make about the situation for sure, but aside from this, I feel fine. Well, huh, for someone who’s just had surgery done on him, I guess!”

“You sound used to it,” she immediately comments, and Norika’s heart leaps.

“I’ve just been through it before, albeit not for that specific procedure,” he chuckles. “Which is a given, absolutely much so.”

“Why so?” Haruna presses on, eyes squinting and mouth frowning in the need of an answer.

“Ah… I broke something when I was in high school. They had to switch some bones around, I think? It was pretty bad, that’s for sure, but it’s not like I haven’t recovered since then.”

Something sounds… off in his tone, but Norika doesn’t point it out: maybe it’s just her, maybe it’s just the anaesthetics playing one last trick. She’ll figure it later, and Haruna will most likely figure it all out before she even finds the first clue anyway. No need to hassle herself with that impression just yet.

“Wait. I’ve just realized something!”

Everyone suddenly turns to Tsunami, who’s stuck his palm with his fist, eyes wide open and blinking rapidly. The change in tones is astounding, but that’s to be expected from someone like him, coming as spontaneous as possible from a human being.

“What is it?” Norika asks, curiosity instantly picked.

“Aren’t you gonna have troubles taking a shower, with those things?”

The two girls find themselves staring at their friend awkwardly, surprised less by the general mood whiplash, which Norika actually finds more comfortable than whatever they were trying to talk about earlier, than the fact neither of them thought about it before Tsunami pointed it out.

“T-that’s right!” She scrambles for words. “You’re not supposed to be able to wet them, right?!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s true… It’s going to be a little more difficult than usual, but it’s nothing I can’t manage. I’ll be fine! It’ll be more inconvenient and annoying than anything else.”

“You’re sure you don’t need help?” Tsunami insists. “Because I can always give you a hand in the bathroom in that case!”

“Ah, I can do so too!” Norika adds, fists balled up into excited balls.

Haruna simply giggles to all of this commotion, before adding a comment of her own.

“Just make sure to be careful, Tachimukai. Call for help if you need it, okay?”

“Ah, huh… Sure!”

Norika concludes that stitches aren’t such a big deal from this conversation, but still doesn’t want any of it near her skin. Doesn’t seem like her thing.

#inazuma eleven #umihara norika #otonashi haruna #tachimukai yuuki #tsunami jousuke #whumptober2019 #no. 11 #stitches #fluff #friendship #au: inacafé #brotp: business as unusual

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thelonecloudseeker · 6 years

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Ad Meliora (1/?)

Fandom: Tangled: The Series

Rating: Gen

Summary: For everything that has happened, Arianna should be afraid. Afraid for her life. Afraid for her kingdom. Afraid for her family. But she watches, closely, at the slight tremble in Varian’s voice, in the way he shields himself from her gaze, and can’t feel anything but sad.

Or, a Fix It-AU where Arianna is the mother Varian didn’t know he needed but deserved

CHAPTER I

For everything that has happened, Arianna should be afraid. Afraid for her life. Afraid for her kingdom. Afraid for her family.

But she watches, closely, at the slight tremble in Varian’s voice, in the way he shields himself from her gaze, and can’t feel anything but sad. He’s smaller than most village boys she meets, with buck teeth that he tries to hide and a lock of hair that reminds of her niece from far away. He’s a child, she realizes. A child. And younger than her daughter, at that.

Dangerous. Untrustworthy. Reckless. These are the words she has heard about Varian, the only words, in fact, that have come out of Frederic’s mouth. But she looks at the boy’s shaky frame, the dark bags under his eyes, the frenzied, paranoid look he has on his face. She stares and thinks reckless, yes, but also young. Naive.

Broken.

“Believe me I know, I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever I’ve done you deserve it,” he seethes, blow torch firing away at whatever invention he’s created.

“Varian-” she tries, only to be shut out.

“I’m the bad guy, that’s fine-” she hears his voice breaks at the end, but he steels himself forward and continues to work. “It’s no fault of mine, and some justice at last will be served-”

“Please listen!” Arianna begs. The alchemist ignores her and hammers loudly at the machine. Everything feels like a haze, his words of anger and contempt drowned out by a ringing noise in her ears. The room spins in her peripheral vision as she struggles to think of something, anything, to say.

In front of her, Varian suddenly stops at the amber rocks, a yearning look on his face as he stares up at his only remaining family. There is something unreadable in his expression, something wistful and wanting.

You’ve lost someone, she thinks. You’ve lost someone, and God help me that is something I can understand.

“I know what it feels like!” Arianna shouts before can stop herself. Varian freezes, hand hovering over the amber prison. “Please, just-”

“Be quiet!” Varian scowls. He turns around, furious, but Arianna boldly stands up, feet carrying her as far as the chains would allow.

“You care, you care so much about the people you love that you’ll do anything to help them. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. Believe, me, I know.”

“You don’t know anything!” Varian cries. His eyes screw shut, hands clench tightly at his sides. “You don’t understand anything. He’s all I have! He’s all I have left!”

“And what would he think of you now?” Arianna counters. “What would he think if he saw you threatening people’s lives, endangering innocents on your quest for revenge? How will this make things better?” She watches as he brings his hands to his face, shoulders shaking violently. There’s an urge, deep and powerful, that makes her want to go over and hold him tight, but she can’t. Not now. Not with her being so close.

“You were friends with my daughter, Varian. You still are, I think. She talked about you, about how smart and brave you were, how incredible your inventions could be. Varian, please, prove to me that you’re the same boy she talked about.”

“There’s no other choice!” Varian says. “I-I’ve done too much, I’ve gone too far to turn back.” He frantically rubs his eyes, desperate to keep her from seeing him too closely. “I need to make my Dad proud. I have to free him!”

“Listen to me,” Arianna pleads. She tugs on her chains and prays that she can get closer to the boy. “This feeling, this empty, awful feeling of despair. What you are doing will make none of that go away. It will only keep adding up until you can barely stand anymore. I would have done anything to see my daughter-” her voice cracks slightly, breath hitching on the last syllable. “-and I know you’re willing to do anything to free your father, but this isn’t the right way. This isn’t the answer to what you’re feeling.” She reaches out her hands with all the strength she can muster. “Varian, are you listening to me-”

“I-I-” he stutters, breathing becoming erratic. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispers, and in that moment Arianna sees the mask he’s built fall apart. “I don’t, I d-don’t-”

“Varian-”

“I want him back.” A strangled sob erupts from his mouth, piercing Arianna straight to her bone, and just like that, a dam seems to break. “I want, I-”. He wraps his arms around his body and bends over. She can hardly make out what he’s saying. “I c-can’t fix this. I can’t fix any of this-” he lets out another choked cry, grips the goggles on his head and throws them to the ground.

It’s agonizing to Arianna as she watches him. She remembers the pain, the suffering that went through Frederic’s mind when he realized there was nothing he could do to save Rapunzel. And it scares her as similar the two are in their pursuit of their goals.

She yanks at the chains, but they only seem to dig deeper into her flesh and the distance between her and Varian remains the same. She wants to speak, to shout, to tell him it will be okay, as he continues to sob. After realizing how useless trying to escape would be, she seriously considers throwing something over there to get his attention before a small chirp echoes from below.

Startled, she looks down at the small raccoon (Rudiger, she vaguely remembers from Rapunzel) and almost lets out a shout of joy when she sees the rusty key in his mouth.

“Thank you,” Arianna says, and she wastes no time in unlocking the chains. They fall to the ground with a loud thump, but the sound seems miles away as she goes to embrace Varian.

In hindsight, she realizes a second into the action, a dozen very bad things could happen. She could be hit. Pushed away. Splashed with whatever concoction he has in his belt. But to her relief, the boy melts into her touch with a pained whimper. She clutches him tighter, murmuring words of comfort that she hopes reaches his ears.

And it is in this moment, in this cold, dark room, that the burdens of the world seem to lift a little.

The rescue arrives a few minutes after. She sees them before Varian does, in the corner of the room, arms raised with their weapons, and despite the urge to run over and unite with her family, she stays stone-still.

Varian’s cries have begun to die down until they are nothing more than soft sniffles and shaky gulps. He looks up at her with a shocked expression, as if he can’t believe she would even consider helping him. In return, she gives him a warm smile and gently tucks back a lock of his hair.

“I-I,” he wipes his nose with his sleeve. Looks away. “I did, I did this-”

There’s nothing Arianna can say now. Because sometimes, no matter how hard you try, the only way to let people heal is for them to accept what they’ve done.

“I’m sorry,” Varian finally cries. Fresh tears spill from his eyes and he furiously rubs them away. “I didn’t want this. I promise I didn’t want this-”

“Varian, Varian-” Arianna brings him close again. “Listen to me. It will be okay. You know it will be okay.”

“I committed treason,” he gasps. “I took you. I’m going to be jailed. I can’t see my dad again.”

“Breathe, Varian,” she firmly instructs. “In and out.” Her voice carries over to Frederic and Rapunzel. They come out of the shadows into the shine of the small light, and she sees her daughter’s eyes widen in shock. Beside her, Frederic stands equally conflicted.

“I’m sorry,” Varian whimpers again. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

“Varian,” Rapunzel says.

With a lurch, The alchemist scrambles out of Arianna’s hold, legs kicking about as he tries to stand up. “R-Rapunzel-” he glances at the King in fear, then back at her. “I, I-”

“We’re not going to hurt you,” she says. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, voice hoarse. “I didn’t want this. My dad-I wanted-” his back hits the table’s leg and a glass vial shatters next to him. “I’m so sorry-”

“I sorry, too,” Rapunzel says. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, arms reaching out just like Arianna did. “I’m sorry for breaking my promise. I’m sorry that your father is stuck in the rocks. I know we can fix this, though.”

“How?” Varian asks, and Arianna is struck by how young he looks now, head ducked in both shame and fear. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t either,” Rapunzel admits. “But we will soon, okay? We just have to keep trying.” She holds her hand out to the alchemist in hope. “Together?”

There’s a pain-staking silence as a minute passes. Then two. Then three. But Rapunzel never once wavers, never once moves from that very spot, and a swell of pride erupts in Arianna as she witnesses her daughter’s kindness.

Finally, finally, Varian takes Rapunzel’s hand and allows himself to be pulled up. She immediately throws her arms around his neck, head buried in his shoulder. It is awkward at first, with him not what to do or what to say, but the alchemist slowly returns the gesture with an equal amount of affection.

There are no words, Arianna thinks, for the feeling that comes with being forgiven. And in the shadows of the prison, in the suffocating darkness that has trapped Varian for so long, she swears that her daughter’s hair glows with the promise of healing.

#tangled #tangled the series #varian #queen arianna #king frederic #rapunzel #fanfiction #saltiness is a great motivation i spent all day writing this #i love the series but i am salty over not getting a very detailed Arianna and Varian scene together

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atc74 · 6 years

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The Grave of Resurrection - 3

Rating: PG for some language

Summary: Jensen Ackles is an archaeologist and just got chosen to work the dig of his life, but what is waiting to be unearthed may just be life or death.

Word Count: 1501

Characters (this part): Jensen Ackles, Henrie Jones (OC), Dr. Jared Padalecki, Clif Kosterman, Misha(Dmitri Krushnic), Sasha Krushnic, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Adam and Stella (students)

A/N: This is part three of four parts. Thanks to my amazing bestie/beta @just-another-busy-fangirl - thank you for just being you! I LOVE Indiana Jones so this was just so fitting! I am so excited for this!

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The next morning, Jared and Jensen were meeting with museum’s head of security, Clif Kosterman. Clif ensured both of them that he had screened the extra staff and they wouldn’t disturb the work the group was doing. They would blend in and no one off site would be the wiser. Clif introduced them to the extra three men before they finished up their meeting.

“Dr. Padalecki, Mr. Ackles, this is Dmitri Krushnic, he prefers to be called Misha. The dark haired one over there is his brother, Sasha. The third man, the tall one is Jeff, he prefers to be addressed as Morgan. He is dark and brooding, but one of the best I have ever worked with before,” Clif commented as they all shook hands and Jared filled them in on their undercover duties.

“Thanks, Clif. This makes us all feel a little better and we’ll rest a little easier,” Jensen thanked the large man once more and made his way out of the office. He and Jared had worked out a detailed map of the dig site last night based on the location of all the artifacts they had found since the beginning and decided where excavation would begin in their search for the chest.

Henrie watched Jensen as he made his way out of the office that morning, an extra spring in his step and a smile on his face. She noticed he was happier today than normal, which said something since he had been smiling since he arrived. She dusted off her hands on her khaki shorts, and made her way to catch up to him.

“Hey Jack!” she greeted him with a warm smile. “Looks like the meeting went well.”

“Yeah! It did. I am just relieved that the museum agreed to the extra security. This dig is going to mean great things for the museum, for you and Dr. Padalecki and for my research. I am so stoked!” Jensen pumped his fists excitedly in front of him, causing her to laugh.

“You’re like a child!” Henrie chortled and Jensen just shrugged as they kept walking side by side.

“So I have been meaning to ask you...your name?” Jensen rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he averted his gaze from her. “Sorry, I am sure you get asked that a lot.”

“It’s not a problem, really. My parents were archaeologists too and huge Indiana Jones fans; they just got lucky that Jones was my father’s surname and it just fit. My full name is Diana Henrietta Jones, but since I spent so much on digs and was pretty much a tomboy, Henrie stuck a little more than Diana, didn’t feel as princess-y,” she answered.

“I like it, I think it suits you very well,” Jensen complimented. “I’ll admit that I always wanted to name my first kid Indiana, but my last girlfriend thought it was so stupid. So, I broke up with her, got a dog and named him Indy, reserving Henry for my first born son.”

“You broke up with your girlfriend over a name?” she scoffed, noting how he didn’t say he had a girlfriend now.

“Not entirely, it was just the last straw. So now, it’s just me and Indy,” Jensen informed her.

“Oh,” she replied, mentally slapping herself, but her inner girl was twirling happily. Henrie knew from experience getting involved on a dig was not a great idea, so she shoved her excitement and attraction back down., getting back to business. “What do you think our chances are of actually finding the chest, providing the myth is real?”

Jensen stopped walking, taking a moment to compose his thoughts. “The academic in me thinks our chances are slim to be honest, but I am hopeful. It’s a myth, right? But how many myths are actually based on real events? The key is a huge discovery in itself because the civilizations and time periods we are looking at didn’t really use locks, therefore no need for a key. But the adventurer in me can’t help but think there are bigger things waiting for us, right below our feet.” He crouched down, picking up a handful of dirt, letting it slip through his long fingers.

“You’re nothing like I remember,” Henrie mumbled.

“What? We’ve never met before, Henrie,” Jensen racked his brain, knowing he would remember a girl like her.

“It was several years ago, you were new to the staff at UT. My parents hosted a holiday party at our farm out in Liberty Hill. I was only seventeen at the time, had just received my acceptance letter,” she recalled fondly.

“Your parents are George and Charlotte Jones?” Jensen asked. “How are they doing? Still teaching, I bet.”

“They actually retired about seven years ago and decided to celebrate with a dig in the Tanana Valley of Alaska, but there was a storm and their plane went down. They were never found,” Henrie sniffed a little and wiped away a tear at the painful memory.

“Oh shit, Henrie! I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” Jensen apologized, gently wrapping his large hand around her shoulder in a small gesture of comfort.

“It’s fine Jack, I brought them up in the first place. I wish they were still here, but they taught me so much about everything. I am lucky to have had them,” she voiced, swallowing hard.

“Still, I should have known; I should have paid more attention,” Jensen uttered.

“Really, I’m okay,” she promised, placing her hand over his to cement the comment. “So what is the plan for today?”

“Plan? Right! We thought we would start near where I found the key, then move in smaller grids southwest,” Jensen recounted the plan for her.

“I agree with you and Dr. Padalecki; this is a good plan. I will grab some of our more seasoned people and we will get started,” Henrie replied, turning to go, when Jensen’s hand on her arm pulled her back.

“It was really nice to meet you again, Henrie.” He smiled warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you again, too, Jack,” she blushed and set to work.

~*~

More than a month passed, the team finding no additional clues to the chest’s whereabouts. In pairs, the team had expanded their search across the entire dig site, going deeper and further each day. Jensen had handpicked the dig teams himself, pairing an experienced archaeologist with a student, with the exception of himself and Henrie.

He didn’t know how to put it into words when Jared asked him about after another day of what seemed like a fruitless search.

“It’s a feeling, Doc, I just don’t know how to put it into words. Maybe I can find an English major or a novelist when I get home; put it to paper for you,” Jensen joked.

“Jack, have you thought about the age difference, and that you once worked with her parents?” Jared probed him.

“Yeah, actually, I did. A lot, if I am being honest with you. But it’s only eight years, and that was a long time ago. Love to me has always been elusive, like this damn chest. I know there is something there, I can feel it, but it is just beyond my grasp,” Jensen theorized, hoping one day soon, before his time there was over, he would be able to voice his feelings for her. He swirled the drink in his glass, before taking another sip.

“Jack! Dr. Padalecki!” Henrie came rushing in the office, startling the pair of them.

“Adam and Stella found something! Come on! What are you waiting for?” she called over her shoulder, already out the door. They abandoned their scotch and chased after her into the night.

The site was lit up like Vegas at night; spotlights littered the area. Jensen was several steps ahead of Jared when he reached Henrie’s side. He dropped into the pit beside Adam and asked for a brush. Henrie pulled hers out of her belt and passed it to him. He knelt in the dirt and slowing began clearing the earth from what appeared to be a corner of something.

He dropped the brush and delicately used his hands to remove more dirt than the brush was able to and soon he felt the edge and he dug his fingers underneath the object. He called for Jared and together they pulled the hidden object into view.

“It’s exquisite,” Jensen’s voice broke the silence, almost like the crowd was holding their breath, not daring make a sound to disturb their efforts. The chest was smaller than he expected, only about three by two feet with a rounded lid, but was extremely heavy. It was elegantly detailed in silver and gold and right on the front, a golden square held the keyhole. Gasps of those around him filled the air.

“We’ll take it from here, gentleman,” a thick Russian accent rang through the night, accompanied by the distinct slide of a gun being armed.

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Heeeey, what's up! I just started following your blog and it is the best thing ever! your characterizations are A+++ on point. Anyway, have you considered the UT/UF/US/SF bros reactions to... Soulmates? like meeting them for the first time? or just being with them?(I believe your ask box is open, if not or if you just don't like this ask ignore:) Thanks for your time!

……Is it weird that I’m pretty sure this is the first request I’ve gotten for soulmate AU? Weird with how common that concept is in this fandom. Anyways for the sake of this the clearest indicator for SOULMATE is a strong buzzing sensation in your SOUL when you touch. However, Soulmates will likely be drawn to each other personally before any physical touch and quickly developed romantic feelings can be taken as an indication of at least soul compatibility, if not mate status. Also thank you so much for the compliment

UT!Sans: Honestly, always kind of assumed he was the kind of guy without a soulmate.

He’d heard others describe the feeling. A tugging, an emptiness, sometimes faint echoes of emotions you couldn’t really explain, like a magnet or a ghost pulling you towards your other half. He’d never really felt that. Well, maybe the emptiness, but he’d always chalked that up to his old pal depressive tendencies (soon to evolve into full on depression).

Not to say he was terribly disappointed. He’d seen plenty of people work out without being soulmates. Undyne and Alphys for instance. They weren’t soulmates, and they were working out just fine. Toriel and Asgore were, and look how that turned out. Soulmates wasn’t a guarantee that you’d workout as partners, or everlasting love or any of that. It just meant there was something deep inside you that resonated. Love or hate, you couldn’t be neutral towards each other, and the universe would do its best to throw you together in some capacity.

So when he’s selling hot dogs to a decent looking human on a street corner and he feels a strange buzzing in his chest as his phalanges brush yours when he hands it to you….he’s honestly not sure what his reaction is. There’s a thrill, sure, and a cold sweat, but also a strange urge to just let you walk away and never speak again.

No such luck. You felt it too, and unlike him had no context to explain it.

“Uh….sorry, kind of a magic equivalent of static electricity.” He says, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

“Oh.” There’s a pause and then something in your eyes glinted. “So is the hotdog free then?”

“….what?”

“Cause you already…charged me for it.” You burst out laughing before you even finish it. “Sorry, couldn’t resist, that was bad.”

His face slowly stretches into a crooked grin. After a few more bad jokes he asks you if you’re doing anything later.

He doesn’t bring up the Soulmate thing. Doesn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you, he knows the concept is pretty unique with humans. Not to mention he’s not sure himself where this is going. But you seem cool. Definitely got the same shitty sense of humor. Papyrus seems to like you too (he doesn’t tell him either, doesn’t need that wrench in the works).

He tells himself it’ll be fine. Just platonic friends, maybe something more, but why rush himself. But he’s falling faster than normal. Its like something inside him…..ever seen a door slightly ajar get pushed into place so the latch clicks? It feels like that. Not a big change, but something feels right that wasn’t before. The connection is simpler, and yet deeper than he’s used to having, and….he’d never forgive himself if he let this turn into another unchased possibility.

Chances are he’ll never tell you you’re soulmates. He doesn’t like how compulsory that sounds, doesn’t want you to think he only became your friend and later your partner because his magic told him to.

UT!Papyrus: He believes strongly in soulmates but is a little too paranoid about it. Any kind of strong immediate feelings (he assumes) could indicate soul compatibility, explaining his tendency to commit quickly to relationships. Soulmate spotting doesn’t come with a hard and fast list of symptoms. It hits everyone differently and young monsters grow up hearing “You’ll know it when you see it”. Frustrating, to say the least. Thus his tendency to fall hard and fast. He keeps getting disappointed, but as always, Papyrus is an indefatigable optimist.

But for as alert as he is he could never have predicted how it would hit him. He and Undyne were out walking when they saw someone’s purse being stolen. Naturally Undyne pursued, with him close behind. She cut the thief off while he came on them from behind, preventing any escape. The thief whirled on him, face meeting chest……and right where your nose brushed his Soul buzzed excitedly.

Both of you stop in surprise. You drop the bag, yelping as you clutch at your chest. What the hell?! Papyrus staggers a bit, and his eye sockets go unbelievably wide. Undyne is confused but takes advantage of the opportunity to sweep your legs and pin you to the ground. Before she can get too far though Papyrus calls out “WAIT, THAT’S MY SOULMATE!”

All three of you are struck dumb.

“What the hell, Pap, are you sure?” She lifts up your head, none too gently. “This scum?”

“E-EVIDENTLY.” He kneels down and picks up the bag, fixing you with a kind smile. “BUT IF THEY ARE MY SOULMATE THEN OBVIOUSLY THERE MUST BE SOME GOOD IN THEM!”

Naturally at first you want nothing to do with this bizarre monster, chest buzz or not. Especially after his friend made you return the purse and forced you to say you’d come see them tomorrow or Undyne would report you. You show up determined to rebuff any attempts at kindness, you just want to move on.

But slowly, he starts to wear you down. He’s too sweet to hate, and besides, he keeps the angry fish lady off your back. His brother doesn’t trust you but seems to default to his brother’s judgment.

As time goes on the relationship blossoms. Papyrus never forces you to a place relationally you’re not ready to go, but he insists that you can’t not be involved in some respect. He’s one of the few people in your life convinced you’re not a bad person. And somehow he manages to convince not only the others, but you.

Papyrus, with his infinite patience, unbeatable optimism, and genuine sweetness, slowly wins you over. You become a better person because of him. Not that he’d ever admit he did anything. “JUST BROUGHT OUT THE GOODNESS THAT WAS HIDING IN YOU ALL ALONG, DATEMATE!”

UF!Sans: Meeting your soulmate while drunk probably isn’t the ideal scenario, but given the ratio of drunk to sober days he has most weeks its not mathematically that surprising.

Unfortunately for him at the time he’s unable to distinguish the buzz in his soul when his arm slings around your waist from any of the variety of buzzes human alcohol gives a skeleton monster. Given that you’re half in the tank too you likely aren’t really aware of what’s happening either. But he likes your eyes and you’re decent company, and that pretty soft body, damn……one thing leads to another and he wakes up with a splitting headache, a naked human in his bed, and a tugging in his soul that’s becoming more noticeable the more you cuddle up to him.

Fuck.

Red’s never really been into the idea of soulmates. Namely because he doesn’t want to see whoever pairs perfectly with this dumpster fire. So he tamps the feeling down. Probably bad booze. He waits till you get up, you exchange numbers, and you’re out the door.

You hang out a few more times. Sometimes to hook up. Sometimes just to drink or get some food when you’re in the same area. They’re not officially dates, he’s certainly not going out of his way to make it romantic. But you’re funny, sexy, and fun to be around. Seem to think the same about him (for gods know what reason), so he doesn’t feel the need to justify it. The tugging and ache….well, they don’t go away. But he’s getting better at ignoring it.

Or, well, he was. He notices you pawing at your sternum until finally you break down. “Hey, look, I’m not saying its your fault, but there’s like this weird feeling in my chest whenever we hang out. Is that like a magic thing?”

“Uh…” Fuck, he’s usually a better liar but you hit him out of the blue. “Yeah, maybe.”

You’re smart enough not to buy it. You slowly start prodding him for the actual answer until he snaps and tells you. Before it can sink in he vanishes. You don’t seem him for a few days and he doesn’t answer his phone.

You: Red?

You:?

You: Look, its not……I don’t want to be rude but its not a big deal I guess?

You: If you don’t want to be with me like that or whatever

You: But you’re a great guy, be a damn shame to lose my drinking buddy over this dumb universe shit

You: so what do you say?

One hour later

Red: grillby’s tonight?

You: If you’re buying

Red: yeah, yeah, my tab

The two of you do this for months, insisting that this is fine. You’re soulmates. Its whatever. If you wanna hang out, you’re gonna hang out, it’s not because of that.

If he flirts, it’s because he does that all the time, not cause you’re soulmates.

If kisses start lasting longer, outside the context of the occasional one night stand, soft pecks when he’s dropping you off, it’s not….it’s not because of that.

At some point the lines between a relationship and friends with benefits slowly blur into each other faster and faster until you’re officially partners. It’s only then that you start to realize…..shit, guess this soulmate junk may have something to it.

UF!Papyrus: You don’t know what you totally expected when you went out shopping that day. But it definitely didn’t include brushing by two skeletons, feeling a weird thrill in the center of your chest, and having the taller one turn around and shriek “YOU?!?!”

Edge believes in soulmates too. But he’s got something very specific in mind. Someone who will follow orders, keep their space clean, shower him with kisses RESPECT and who’ll help him keep Sans’ ass in line. So coming across a random stranger in the mall and boom, that’s your soulmate?!?!?! Not allowed. Unacceptable.

Alright, alright, he can work with this. He chases you down, and if he somehow manages not to scare you off in the first five seconds of charging towards you your number is demanded requested and you are ordered to show up at his house first thing tomorrow morning.

You don’t know why you’re playing along, but….soulmates, huh? You’d never really thought it was a thing, but that buzz in your chest. That was definitely real. And there’s something charming about his overblown bluster, in a cartoon villain kind of way. You do it. You show up at his house. No one seems more surprised than his brother.

Naturally you’re going to fall short of at least a couple of his standards. You’re only human. He’s furious. How could you possibly be the soulmate of the Great and Terrible Papyrus. In the end he’s not that great at hiding his displeasure, and you storm out after telling him off. Some soulmate, this asshole Pygmalion Project douchebag is supposed to be someone you can resonate with??? Damn, the universe must hate you. For his part he claims its far more convenient that you go, but he can’t help but feel a pang of regret as he watches your retreating form.

You see each other around a bit. You refuse to change stores just because you might see him, but try to avoid him whenever you encounter him. He doesn’t approach you for weeks, but there’s something stirring within him. For the first time he’s feeling…..guilty? N-Nonsense! He never regrets his actions. Only rethinks his strategy!

And currently that strategic rethinking involves paying for your groceries by slipping the cashier some cash when he’s ahead of you in line. Leaving anonymous flowers outside your doorstep. Telling off someone who was getting a little too close for comfort and disappearing before you could…..thank him? Confront him? You aren’t sure.

Finally you steal your nerve and go to talk to him. You do have the address at least. You end up having a lengthy, extremely awkward conversation, in which he comes (and you’re not sure of this) extremely close to an apology. Red is still picking his jaw up off the floor.

Edge gave up on the idea of a romantic relationship after that first night. But maybe….maybe you could be friends. It’s not easy. Nothing with Boss ever is. But that soulmate quality exists for a reason. You find you empathize with his need for control, with his drive and his emphasis on holding himself together. You understand him in a way you haven’t understood many people. He finds you balance him out, and challenge him in a way he isn’t used to being challenged. He can’t get away with his usual bullshit with you. When he crosses the line you stand toe to toe with him and let him know. And while it’s infuriating…..it’s strangely intriguing. You get away with shit Red wouldn’t in a million years. Seriously, how the hell are you doing that?

Whether or not it progresses into a romantic relationship is kind of up to you, but at some point Edge will want to. Maybe his soulmate wasn’t how he pictured, how he wanted. But…..he can’t imagine it being any other way.

US!Sans: Just another night at the club. The only thing (at first) separating that night from any other was that your dance partner was a skeleton. Not your usual fare, but he had a sweet face and had asked you so excitedly that you couldn’t turn him down. He was a good dancer, very energetic, almost running you into the ground with his quick pace. Every touch is gentle, non-intrusive, yet sparks with…something, magic maybe? Either way, it feels good, making the color in your cheeks rise.

As the song comes to an end he straight up dips you down, panting a bit with the energy expended, and as his eyelights meet yours….Both of you feel a buzzing sensation that surprises him so much he drops you.

Sans apologizes profusely and helps you to your feet, then asks you if you want to come home with him. You hesitate, you’re normally not the type to go home with strange guys, but something in the look on his face and the powder blue flush on his cheeks (though stars know how a skeleton does that)……you feel like you can trust him. You agree and take an awkwardly silent walk home with him. He seems more excited than before, and keeps looking at you like he wants to say something but holds it back.

His home is a small but clean one story a few blocks away. On the couch is another skeleton in an orange hoodie, smoking a cigarette that is hastily put out and stowed when you come in. He raises a brow at your presence but doesn’t question it, trading some banalities with Sans. Seems their brothers. He clears out pretty quickly and Sans guides you to the couch.

He explains the buzzing. You’re soulmates. On some fundamental level, compatible. Made for each other, in a way. His eyelights are shining brighter and you swear you can see the outline of tiny stars in the center as he tells you he’s been looking for his for a very long time, and he can’t believe it was someone as pretty as you!

His enthusiasm is catching, and in the end you’re swept up in it. He takes you home and chastely pecks your cheek before running off into the night, practically beaming. You start dating regularly. Sans is almost….overwhelming in his perfection. He’s enthusiastic, kind, sweet, affectionate, solid, honest, and completely infatuated with you.

And that, in a way, is the problem. Sans is already in love with you, but doesn’t know every side of you. While he never brings up anything that disappoints him, you can’t help but feel he fell in love with the idea of you before bothering to get to know you as a person. Not to mention things are moving way too fast. Sure, maybe you’re soulmates, but everything in you is screaming that you can’t be fixing yourself this firmly to a guy that, from a time perspective, you barely know.

Finally you have to end it. It breaks his heart, but you convince him to settle for being friends, for now at least. Someday maybe you’ll be ready for the type of closeness, but for now, you want to spend some time getting to know each other. And though you’re cautious, you find you’re not disappointed in what you find.

US!Papyrus: Stretch sighed and resisted the urge to reach for the cigarettes in his pocket. They didn’t allow smoking in this place. One of the only downsides about living on the Surface, everything was catered to delicate human lungs. They didn’t allow outside food either so he didn’t have a lollipop to fall back on. He was this close to giving in and chewing on one of the toothpicks just to get something in his mouth but he hated when wood slivers fell in his mouth.

Only about an hour left in this thing, and he was seriously looking forward to it being over. Speed dating hadn’t sounded awful honestly. Blue and Tale (he never did feel comfortable calling him Papyrus in his head) had been coming to this place almost every time the restaurant held an event. They seemed to take it as a speed round on making friends. Most of the time they didn’t even end up with an actual romantic date out of it, just another dinner guest for Spaghetti Taco night. They’d been trying to get him and Classic to go for weeks. Classic had made his excuses but Stretch had been….kind of curious. He liked flirting, he liked food being paid for by people not him (Blue and Tale had footed the bill), and with the seven minute thing at least the creepier ones couldn’t stick around too long.

Still, he was reaching his limit. Kind of hard to get past the “Hi, my name is” stage in seven minutes into anything actually fun. Not to mention he was tired. Still, Blue and Tale showed no signs of flagging and he was their ride, so he had a feeling he was in this till the end.

New partner. You sat down across from him. You looked a bit shy, which he guessed was fairly endearing. Cute enough.

“Hey P-” you started a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were….” your eyes skirted to Tale.

“ ‘saright.” he says. Not the first time that had happened tonight. “People say we could be twins. Name’s Stretch, ‘m Blue’s brother.”

“I’m really sorry, that kind of came off…..racist, I guess? Speciesist? Whatever it is when you imply all skeletons look alike.”

He snickered. “Hey, what’s that saying you humans got? No matter what we’re all flesh and bone underneath. We just skipped the first part.”

You chuckle. “Something like that, I guess.” You told him your name.

“Regular, I’m guessing? You seem to know Paps.”

“Sort of. I’ve been a couple of times when my apartment feels too empty for the eighth night in a row.” You pause. “Sorry, wow that sounds depressing.”

“Nah.Sounds about like my weekends when Blue’s out somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Anxiety, depression, or just a shut-in?”

“Hmm, mostly the first but hey, the second pulls its weight.”

“I’m the first with the third thrown in for shits and giggles.”

“Well, we’re well-rounded at least.” He pulled a hoodie string in his mouth and started chewing.

“At least.” You chuckle.

“….so not to be rude but that’s kind of upfront for a seven minute encounter.”

You passed a hand over your forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ve been trying to sell myself all night and I think I’m….I don’t know.”

“Reachin your burn out point.” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “Don’t worry about it, me too. I don’t mind talking, but if you want we can just sit back, check our phones, get some silence if you want. Sound okay?”

The waiter brought in fresh drinks and you smiled. “Well, I’ll toast to that.”

He chuckled. As you both reached for your drinks your fingertips briefly brushed his hand….and suddenly it was like static electricity, straight to the chest. You were startled a bit but Stretch nearly fell out of his chair.

You….you were…..

Looks like not talking wasn’t gonna be an option.

He runs you down on what’s happening, both of you stubbornly refusing to move from your seats during changeover. When finally the staff tells you you have to he grabs your hand and takes you out back, running you through what just happened. And for once the skeleton with the most chill is looking unbelievably stressed, lighting up a cig as soon as you’re outside the no smoking area.

Soulmates? The very idea is terrifying to him. Talk about fuckin pressure…..he can’t handle this, not after a long night. You exchange numbers and agree to meet up later.

The next few weeks are a roller coaster of Stretch’s wavering commitment levels. Sometimes he’ll ghost on you with no explanation, only to show up on your doorstep with an awkward apology. He takes you for a date but looks like he wants to die through most of it, but then you come over to his place for dinner and he loops an arm around your shoulder. You can never tell which version of him is coming over, and to be honest he feels guilty as hell about it. You’re a good person, hell, he could actually picture himself being friends, even dating you even without the soulmate thing, but that weird spiritual significance the bond adds to the whole thing just takes him places mentally he doesn’t want to be. He has a lot of internalized expectations for how soulmates are supposed to act and doesn’t really feel up to any of them.

Assuming you don’t ditch him during those mercurial few months things do settle down. He starts approaching it like any other relationship, with the same casual savoir-faire. He decides to take the soul bond as more of an added bonus than a bar-setter, and it helps his approach. He’s a good partner, casual and funny, but dedicated.

SF!Sans: You were storming down the stairs of your apartment building as the deafening alarm bells rang, absolutely pissed. You had three projects to finish by the end of the week and the last thing you needed was YET ANOTHER fire alarm. Especially when nothing appeared to be in flames.

You joined the small cluster of your fellow building mates, hugging your sweatshirt against the chill evening air. You walked among them, trying to piece together from various conversation who the hell deprived you of precious.minutes of work.

“Did you see anything?”

“Kitchen fire-”

“Maybe, but who-”

“Fucking asshole-”

“Look, Chief, all I’m sayin is if smoke’s pouring out of the oven, turn it off.” You pause. Bingo.

“I WILL DO NO SUCH THING! THE SMOKE IS WHAT GIVES MY BURRITOS THEIR DISTINCTIVE FLAVOR!” Its the two skeleton monsters you’d seen around a few times. The shorter one was the one yelling, while the taller one looked exhausted and mildly annoyed.

“Look, all ‘m sayin is the firefighters are getting pretty pissed off about having to come back so often. Not to mention stoves are expensive.”

“THOSE FIREFIGHTERS SHOULD LEARN SOME RESPECT FOR THE CULINARY ARTS.”

You’d heard enough. Stomping slightly and eyes blazing, you walked up to them and tapped the shorter one on the shoulder. He whirled on you. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

“Hi, excuse me, don’t mean to intrude, but what the FUCK is your damage.”

He looks stunned, for a moment too much so to speak, and his brother is shooting daggers at you but frankly you’re too pissed to care.

“Can you fucking control your damn stove so that I don’t have to tromp my ass out here GODS KNOW how many fucking times this week?! Some of us have work to do that isn’t setting food on fire and you’re getting. In. the fucking. Way.”

He found his tongue. “HOW DARE YOU-”

“I’m just saying, dude, after the fifth time maybe you’d get a clue!”

“Hey, back off.” The taller one said, looking at you with a dangerous eye.

You pointed an accusing finger at the other’s chest. “So get. Your shit. Toge-” Your finger had jabbed his chest at that point and suddenly a buzz erupted in your chest. You reacted instinctively and backed off, yelping a bit. The other felt something too and collapsed to a knee.

“Chief?!” The taller one knelt down beside him. “Sans, you okay?”

He was breathing hard for a minute and he looked up at you with a bizarrely intense face. “…..I’M FINE.”

“Sans-”

“I’M FINE!” He jerked his shoulders out of his brother’s grip and got to his feet. “COME ON, THEY’VE TURNED OFF THE ALARMS.” He walked away. The taller one shot you a dirty look before following.

……What the hell?

Somehow you managed to get the work done. There are no other fire alarm issues. You’re celebrating with a tired glass of wine a few days later when there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, there’s nothing but a plate of burritos there. What the- You flash back to the conversation. Is this….his way of apologizing? Maybe. You’re never one to turn down food and with the high from getting your work done you’re less inclined to be pissed with him, so you take it in and sample it.

Oh gods. If this is how his cooking usually is you can understand why smoke might help. At least it might mask some of the other flavors.

He keeps leaving burritos outside your room and you don’t have the heart to turn them down, but you can’t stand dumping food this much, so finally you show up outside his door and offer to show him a new method. His brother is shooting you dirty looks and he’s very resistant to most changes you suggest, but in the end you manage to churn up something, if not exactly tasty, at least approaching edible. Despite being stubborn and bossy, you kind of find yourself enjoying it. He’s got a sort of charm to him, and definitely has a lot of passion. Somehow he manages to convince you to stop by for dinner sometime.

Blood never tells you you’re soulmates. It sounds….gross and sappy and romantic and NOOOOOO. But he slowly works his way into your favors, toning down his aggressiveness a bit. He surprisingly smoothly transitions you into dating, and before you quite know what’s happening you’re having your first kiss outside your apartment door with the guy who keeps setting off the damn alarm. And somehow….you wouldn’t want it any other way.

(Oh, and Syrup does eventually forgive you).

SF!Papyrus: Last delivery of the night, and you’d finally be off. Least it was this place. You’d delivered enough late night takeout to know the guy tipped well. You knocked.

The door opened, revealing Syrup’s lanky form. “Hey kid.”

“Hey, dude.” You forked over the takeout. “Usual. Your bro not cooking tonight?”

“Staying the night with a friend. On my own for tonight.”

“Ah, explains the smell.” You say, indicating the faint fumes of weed wafting from the living room.

“Our little secret, sweetheart.” He winked.

You grinned faintly. Syrup was just enough of a casual flirt that you always kind of looked forward to him popping up on your route.

“How much do I owe ya.”

“$12.17.” You say, pulling the fanny pack with your change in it to your front. “Though I swear we should put this one on the house, you’re practically keeping us in business.”

“Not sure if that’s a reflection on me or the restaurant.” He handed you a twenty. You started counting out the change but he shook his head. “Keep it.”

“Dude, no, 7 bucks is way too much.”

“Hey, don’t argue, I’m a customer and the customer’s always right, right?”

“Come on, man, at least take some of it back, I feel guilty.” You press into his hand before he can protest again. The bones feel odd against your skin. Coming down to it, this may have been the first time you’d touched him instead of just handing items across…..You only have a second to contemplate this before there’s a thrill in your chest like an electric shock. Seems he felt it too: he yelped, jerking his hand back as the change fell to the floor, scattering coins.

Both of you pant a bit, cradling your hands. The buzzing stays, but is less intense. More like a faint vibration.

“What….what the hell….?” you say, finally looking from your hand to Syrup, only to find him staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. “….Syrup.”

“Uh….yeah.” He knelt to the ground, ducking his face a bit as he collects the dropped cash. “Just….just a stray magic burst. Sorry, happens sometimes.” He stands up and puts the change back to you, still avoiding your eyes. “Shouldn’t be any long term effects.”

“Um….are you okay?”

“What?” His eyelights finally dart up to hold yours, only to look away as he places a hand on the door. “Yeah, fine. Just baked. I’ll see ya later, maybe.” He closed the door before you could say another word.

Behind the door he has a minor crisis. Fuck. He’d gone this long without a soulmate, he’d just kind of assumed he didn’t have one. Now he has one, and its you, the human he’d been casually moving in on for a while now…..fuck, he’s not nearly baked enough for this shit.

Syrup’s not half bad at getting laid but a committed relationship? His confidence goes out the fucking window. Not to mention thanks to dedicating himself to looking after Sans he barely has the time (never mind that since he’s hit the surface Sans needs less looking after than he used to). What….what the hell is he supposed to do?

In the end, nothing. The next few times you deliver, he’s not rude exactly, but compared to every other encounter he’s extremely terse and withdrawn. After a while he finds he can’t resist getting back into playful banter, but he’s shyer, less likely to flirt. What the hell’s the point of getting attached. And yeah, he sees the irony.

Blood finds out, of course. Syrup’s never been much good at keeping things from his brother and after watching him mope around for an hour whenever you drop off food he puts the pieces together. He tells him to suck it up and just ask you out and keeps badgering him until Syrup finally lets it go that you’re soulmates. That seems to get him to back off…..until the next time you drop off food and he just lets you walk away.

Just as you’re about to exit the building you hear Sans barking after you. “HUMAN!”

You turn around to see him dragging his brother forward by his shirt collar, forcing the taller to bend down so he could keep up. It was almost funny. There was an orange tint to his skull that keeps getting stronger the closer they get to you and he’s mumbling protests up until Sans throws him in front of you.

“YOU AND MY BROTHER ARE SOULMATES.” Sans says irritatedly, giving you a terse rundown of what he is. “SO CAN YOU JUST TAKE HIM OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DEALING WITH HIS SULKING?” And before either of you can say anything, he’s stormed off back to the apartment.

#honestly this was probably way longer than what you were expecting but I CAN'T RESIST THE MEET CUTE #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #sans #papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #soulmates #headcanon #long post #this took so long please help #this is a hearty flangst steak right here

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