#snowpoff writes

[catboymoments]

I dunno if you're planning on making a fic on your Akio AU, but I really like your writing, and thinking that seeing it in that format would be really cool. (Absolutely no pressure, I'm just curious.)

I had a few questions about the AU if that's ok.

1. Did Hajime tell Nagito that he's trans during the simulation, or did he only find out when he woke up and saw that Hajime was with... Baby?

2. How did Hajime and Nagito come up with the name Akio?

3. When and how did they decide to have Hayato?

Sorry if that's a lot, I really like this idea. 😅

Thank you! Here’s some answers!

1) since nagito and izuru did have sex on the boat, it’s pretty obvious that he knew he was trans or at least AFAB after that. In his comatose dream world state and the moment he woke up, it was pretty obvious once he connected the dots that Hajime was Izuru, and therefore that he was transgender. He didn’t have to ask many questions!

2) hajime came up with the name using the kanji from both Chiaki and Nagito’s given names.

3) in the universe where Akio is present, Hayato is planned. One day when the weather was weird due to the tragedy’s environmental effects, it snowed on jabberwock island. Hajime, Nagito and two year old Akio went out to go play, and in the midst of it, Akio tripped and fell face first into a snowpoff. They panicked, only for Akio to lift his head and laugh like a bell. It was then as Nagito laughed with him that Hajime realized they had the same wonderful laugh. He realized then and there that he wanted another baby, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life as happy as he was in that moment. It took a year of trying, but Hayato was born after Akio turned four.

#akio au

[undertale-cookbook]

Adding two more recipes: Puppy Panna Cotta and Greater Snowpoffs

Puppy Panna Cotta is a recipe for Lesser Dog. It is a panna cotta (sweet, gelatin-luke dessert, think of flan) topped with pomegranate jelly. The flavouring is a refence to Lesser Dog's flavour text, in which it states: "It wields a stone dogger made of pommer-granite".

Greater Snowpoffs is a recipe for Greater Dog. It references the snow poffs present in Greater Dog's area (including the one it is hidden under in the game). The "snowpoffs" themselves are based on the snack cakes called "Snowballs", which are cream-filled cakes covered in a layer of marshmallow and shredded coconut.

I was reluctant to add these recipes because I wanted to limit the cookbook to 100 recipes, but...limiting myself is stupid. So you get two more recipes...after I finish writing them.

[jmbringitonworld]

Good Girl Needs Kiss (3)

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

This chapter took longer than it should've, but some of the responses to the last chapter, particularly regarding me saying that there would be some minor Frans in the fic, were incredibly disheartening. And off-putting, honestly. I completely lost all interest in this fic for a few days, until I had a few really nice chats with the one who inspired this fic in the first place. Her encouragement really helped return my motivation for writing this last chapter out. So I'm very grateful to her. Thank you so much to @a-snowpoff for lifting my spirits enough for this final chapter to come out as soon as it did.

But seriously, guys. Literally every single one of my other works has Frans as a main pairing, and I specifically mention it on my blog page, so no one should be surprised about my shipping preferences. And when I said that these elements would be minor, I meant it. I've been very careful (not that I should be, frankly) to make sure that Sans and Frisk's (who is an ADULT!) relationship is left ambiguous. If you want to interpret their interactions as purely platonic, then that's perfectly fine. They can be nothing more than close friends, if you want them to be. My Frisk is naturally flirty (but playfully so, she's not actually serious), and has taken every opportunity to flirt during her journey in the Underground (yes, even with Toriel; no, she didn't call her "mom", that would've been weird, even for Frisk).

For those of you who're still here, I hope this final chapter is to your liking. I put a lot of work into it, as I do with all of my works, and I hope it shows.

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Chapter 3 : No More Secrets

The first thing I noticed upon entering Frisk’s home were the flowerpots, seemingly filled with nothing but dirt. They were everywhere , with at least one placed on every available surface. It quickly became apparent what they were for, however, as Flowey stretched his vine-like stems out towards a nearby pot, resting on top of a high shelf, and sunk his roots into the soil, sliding off of Frisk’s arm in the same instant. The ambassador bent down, allowing me to hop out of her arms, before standing back up to address her flower friend and housemate.

“I’ll go put away the fish stuff we bought, and then I’ll order us some pizza. Are there any toppings in particular you fancy, hun?”

Flowey tapped a leaf to his ‘chin’ in thought.

“Hmm... Maybe something with mushrooms? And make sure they add extra cheese this time!”

Frisk giggled, giving him a wink as she stepped into the next room.

“Okay, bud , will do.”

Flowey shot her departing back a disgusted look.

“Wish she’d stop hanging out with that smiley trashbag. I keep telling her he’s nothing but garbage , but she refuses to listen to me. Urgh...” he grumbled to himself, folding one leaf over another as if crossing his ‘arms’. Unlike when talking to Papyrus, Flowey’s voice was filled with genuine disdain, bordering on hatred, for this other person.

I tilted my head up at him. Was he... talking about Sans ? It seemed strange to me, since Sans struck me as an easy-going joker, laidback and fun-loving. I couldn’t imagine him doing anything to make someone hate him the way Flowey clearly did. Huh ... I frowned to myself in thought. I wonder what happened between them, for Flowey to dislike him so much .

Flowey noticed my attention on him and sneered at me.

“Don’t even think about peeing on me, runt. I’m not some simple weed, and if you try anything...” his face morphed into a truly devilish expression, his voice growing oddly distorted, “I’ll show you what I can really do.”

His evil smile held the promise of pain, and something told me that it was no empty threat. Despite looking like nothing more than a common, golden flower, albeit one with a face, I could sense that Flowey was more than capable of backing up his words. I (wisely, I’d say) turned away and decided to ignore him, in favour of exploring the rest of the room. His gaze followed me the entire time.

The sweet scent of flowers filled the room, not surprising considering who lived here, but they weren’t all from Flowey, so I guessed that there must be other flowers around, perhaps in the garden I’d caught a glimpse of when I arrived? I could also detect a hint of cinnamon and butterscotch lingering in the air. Mmmm, yummy ... I really hoped that I would get to have a taste of whatever was making that smell.

The room, which I assumed to be the living room, was warm and cosy, furnished with a plush couch, a few comfy-looking armchairs, a glass coffee table, and a large television.  A massive fish tank lit up most of one wall, filled with all manner of colourful fish. The only objects of real interest to me, however, were the numerous picture frames decorating the walls, and lining the shelves alongside the flowerpots. Intensely curious to know more about Frisk, both because of her achievements, and because of her friendship with Papyrus, I carefully took in each and every photo.

The vast majority of them featured Frisk (and a very clearly reluctant Flowey) with various monsters, most notably to me, Sans and Papyrus. The three of them were often pictured together, and were obviously very close. I also recognised the king and queen of the monsters, Asgore and Toriel, who both seemed to regard the human woman with a great deal of warmth and affection. I’d heard about the monster rulers being incredibly friendly, and clearly that extended to their ambassador as well. Two other monsters who appeared frequently were a tall, fierce-looking fish monster, and a plump, timid-looking lizard monster. The fish monster was also often photographed with Papyrus, the both of them seeming to get on well, so I assumed that they must be good friends.

I felt my heart grow warm as I gazed at Papyrus’s bright smile in so many of these photos. He looked so happy, surrounded by his friends. I’m glad he has so many people who care about him . He was such an out-going, gregarious guy, I couldn’t imagine him being on his own. The very thought made my heart hurt. Thankfully, he was clearly quite popular. As he should be , I nodded to myself.

Curiously, there was another human who appeared in several of the photos, though usually only with Frisk and Flowey. I couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance this other human bore to Frisk, both in terms of physical appearance, including fashion choices funnily enough, and in their expressions. They must have been related, perhaps even siblings, given their obvious closeness. I wondered if I’d get to meet them some day.

“That’s my little brother, Kris,” a soft voice suddenly spoke up from above me, and I yelped in surprise. Frisk smiled apologetically down at me. “Sorry, baby floof, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She then bent down and stroked my back, coaxing my fur to settle back down. I could hear Flowey snicker from somewhere above me, but I resolutely ignored him, choosing to instead focus on the pleasant pampering being bestowed on me, by gentle hands. Frisk’s warm, soft flesh made an interesting contrast to Papyrus’s not-exactly-cold, not-exactly-hard bones, though I found both to be enjoyable. Frisk’s stroking soon evolved into massages, as she rubbed soothing circles along my head, and around my face and ears. I felt too blissful to even wag my tail properly, and just laid out across the floor, my legs stretched out, as I languidly basked in the comfort. I could hear Frisk cooing at me in a baby voice, but her words were lost on me, as I floated on cloud nine.

My impromptu pampering session eventually came to an end when the doorbell rang. Frisk leapt up and rushed to the door, returning swiftly, holding a large pizza box in her hands. I still felt fuzzy from the massage, but the enticing scent of hot pizza kicked the dog portion of my brain into gear, and my tiny paws automatically brought me towards the tantalising food. Frisk laid a plate with a pizza slice on it, down on the ground in front of me, and I eagerly dove in. Ooh, extra cheese! Yay! Flowey must be happy!

Once lunch had been devoured, and the plates and pizza box cleared away, Frisk brought me out into her garden, which was as much of a flower paradise as I had expected it to be. Flowey followed us, moving from flowerpot to flowerpot, before finally sinking into the soft earth outside. I took a moment to breathe in the fresh air, and feel the sun on my fur. It truly was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, dogs like me should be smelling the roses , I thought to myself, as I trotted over to the nearest flower and stuck my nose in amongst its petals, inhaling deeply. And promptly sneezed, as the pollen flew into my nostrils. Oof... bad idea ...

Flowey cackled at my misfortune, the evil plant, but Frisk was a lot more sympathetic, using a tissue to wipe away the remaining traces of pollen from my poor nose. I gave her a miserable look, and she bent down to give me a soft kiss to the top of my head. It sadly didn’t break my spell, but it did let me know that I had a friend in her, which was just as good, honestly. I’d made two friends in two days! And all it’d taken was messing up a spell so badly, it’d left me stuck as a rat-dog! I was the greatest witch ever!

Seeing that I was once again in high spirits, Frisk decided that it was playtime, as she took out a familiar object. That’s the Cool Flame Ball Papyrus got for me! I barked excitedly. With a practised motion, Frisk tossed the ball into the distance, and some canine instinct immediately took over, compelling me to run after it. The ball flew through the air for a bit, before it fell to the ground and bounced a few times, until I eventually managed to grab it in my jaws. Pride swelled within my chest, as I strutted back to Frisk with my prize, my head held high.

When I dropped my ball in front of her, Frisk showered me in praise, crouching down to pet my head. I wagged my tail proudly, feeling like a very good dog indeed. Hey, wait a minute! I froze, my eyes wide in realisation. I’m not a DOG! I’m a human! I’ve gotta snap out of it and stop - The ball flew through the air again and my legs were moving before I knew what was happening.

At some point during this mortifying game of fetch, Frisk had passed my ball to Flowey and somehow managed to convince him to play, though not without a lot of exaggerated complaining on the flower’s part. His aim was a little off, and he’d sometimes put too much, or too little force into the throw, but my bloody dog brain couldn’t care less, and I was having the time of my life, whether I wanted to or not (and I definitely did not !). A smile eventually crept onto Flowey’s face, and Frisk couldn’t help pointing it out, her own, knowing grin on her face.

“I see someone’s enjoying himself,” she giggled, tone gently teasing. “I told you you’d have fun.”

Flowey blushed, waving his leaves wildly in the air and spluttering his denial.

“I-I’m not having fun!” he insisted stubbornly, frowning at his human friend. “This isn’t fun ! I-It’s just a silly game, that only complete idiots would enjoy! How could I ever have fun throwing a stupid ball for some dumb mutt to catch?! The only one who’s having any fun is that brainless loser of a dog!”

What the fuck?! Not only do you insult me , but you also insult my Cool Flame Ball?! I growled at him, my earlier caution melting away into righteous fury and indignation. That’s it, you little shit! Feel my wrath! Doggy Drool Attack!! I then launched myself at Flowey and started vigorously licking him all over, putting my entire heart and soul into the task of completely covering every single inch of him in as much dog slobber as I could produce (which, to my great delight, was far more than I thought my tiny dog tongue was capable of; I swear Midnight’s tongue was not that wet!).

Flowey screeched in disgust, spitting and sputtering, and shaking violently under the deluge of dog saliva. Ha! Serves you right for being such an asshole! My tail was a blur, as it wagged for all of the satisfaction I was feeling. I was a little surprised that Flowey didn’t try to attack me, despite the long tendrils of thorny vines erupting from the ground around us, quivering ominously in the air. Maybe it was because I was “Papyrus’s dog”, or maybe it was because of Frisk’s presence, but regardless of the reason, it seemed like the sentient flower wasn’t as willing to hurt me as he pretended. That didn’t mean I was about to show him any mercy, though. No one disrespected my Cool Flame Ball and got away with it.

Frisk was on the ground, clutching her stomach, with tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, as her laughter rang through the air like the tinkling of bells. Suddenly, a much deeper baritone joined in on her laughter. I paused my assault to look up at the unexpected newcomer. Sans was leaning against the back door to the garden, hunched over as he chuckled, loud and unrestrained. Frisk’s eyes lit up, a bright smile gracing her face, as she stood up and went to go greet her guest.

“Sansy! What a pleasant surprise! We weren’t expecting you today.”

She wrapped her arms around his stocky form, and Sans returned her hug, smiling widely at her, his eyelights brightening.

“pap told me he’d left his new dog with you, so me, bein’ the good big brother that i am, i volunteered to fetch the lil’ pooch for him. saves him havin’ to make the trip. you know what a busy monster he is, and what a stand-up guy i am.”

He winked at her, and Frisk smiled warmly back at him. I blinked. Wait, you mean SANS is the older brother? Really!?

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest, Sugar Skull,” Frisk leaned towards Sans, her smile turning flirty, and the skeleton monster bashfully averted his eyelights, a noticeable blush tinting his cheekbones. Beside me, Flowey scoffed in disgust, as he vainly tried to shake the dog spit off his leaves and petals.

“Urgh... Just great. The last thing I needed to make this day even worse, was to see you , Smiley Trashbag,” Flowey glared at him, genuine animosity in his tone. Sans returned his glare, his expression colder than I thought him capable of. It made my fur stand on end.

“hello to you too, weed,” his voice was equally frosty, clear hostility in the sharpness of his gaze and his tight grin.

“Hmph,” Flowey turned away from Sans, and towards his human friend. “Frisk, I’m leaving. I need a bath, because of this stupid mutt. Both of these idiots better be gone by the time I’m done.”

And without waiting for a reply, he sunk into the ground, disappearing completely into the earth. With him gone, the tension in the air evaporated. I sighed with relief, glad that nothing serious had happened. I don’t know what I’d have done if they’d started fighting.

Frisk let out a soft sigh, frowning at Sans in disapproval.

“I wish you two would make some effort to get along,” she crossed her arms, her tone exasperated. “He’s my friend, as well as Pap’s. It’d mean so much to us if you two could be friends. Or at least, not enemies.”

But Sans shrugged unabashedly at her scolding.

“not happening, frisk,” his tone was firm, completely unwilling to yield to Frisk’s plea. “i may not remember what the weed did, exactly, but i can guess. i’m a pretty good judge of character, after all.”

Frisk gave him a helpless smile, lightly shaking her head in resignation.

“I know, Sans. You’re no fool, no matter what anyone says.”

Sans’s expression softened, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, looking fully at ease once more. I stared curiously at the two of them, wondering what deeper meaning hid behind their words. I was clearly missing something here, some important context, but had no idea what it could be.

Clearing his non-existent throat, Sans gazed very deliberately at the vibrant flowers blooming across the garden.

“beautiful place ya got here. i can tell you worked really hard, takin’ care of these flowers,” he remarked with forced casualness. Frisk smiled happily at his compliment.

“Thanks! You’re right, it was a lot of work, but the results are more than worth all that effort,” she looked out at her garden, looking proud and satisfied. “Though I couldn’t have done it without Gorey. His tips and advice were so helpful! The guy really is an expert when it comes to flowers.”

“yep, old king fluffybuns has goat quite the green thumb,” he joked, and his smile widened at Frisk’s responding giggle.

Once her laughter had subsided though, Frisk stared at Sans for a bit, seeming to mull something over in her mind, before she bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Sans... tell me honestly... how are you doing? Are the nightmares still troubling you?” she asked him softly, concern lacing her voice.

Nightmares? My ears perked up in interest. Does Sans suffer from nightmares? Poor guy ... My heart clenched in sympathy. Sans let out a deep sigh, and plopped himself down on the ground, leaning back on outstretched arms. Frisk joined him on the floor, sitting close to him, as she gazed at him worriedly.

“they’re... not as bad as they used to be. it’s getting a lot easier to sleep through the night,” Sans confessed, his voice low and serious, his smile flatter than I thought it could get. “i’m sure they’ll go away for good, once i finally manage to fix the machine. just wish it weren’t takin’ so long. after all these years, i’ve still barely made any progress.”

He sounded incredibly frustrated, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists into the soft earth beneath his phalanges. Frisk scooted closer to him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. My eyes were fixed on them, as I listened intently to their discussion. What machine is he talking about?

“Isn’t it about time you asked someone for help?” Frisk pleaded gently, her brow furrowed. “Alphys is the current royal scientist, after all, and she knows a great deal about machines. And Papyrus is far from stupid, you know that, and this concerns him too, I’m sure-”

“ no ,” Sans’s rebuff was firm, as he shook his skull, his expression hard and unyielding as stone. I narrowed my eyes. This concerns Papyrus? Does he know? “this is my problem to fix, and mine alone. i won’t involve anyone else. especially not papyrus. his life is finally going great. i refuse to ruin that for him, and burden him with my problems.”

Frisk’s lips thinned as she frowned at him, disapproval shining in her eyes. She clearly wanted to argue with him, but she seemingly chose to hold her tongue on the matter, as she eventually looked away and sighed in resignation. I was less willing to let it go, however, not if this concerned Papyrus. Sans was clearly hiding something from his brother, and I was determined to find out what.

Not wanting them to spot me eavesdropping, regardless of the fact that I was currently a dog, and thus would likely be above suspicion, I snuck into a nearby patch of golden flowers, as stealthily as possible. For the very first time since this entire ordeal began, I was grateful to be a chihuahua, as my diminutive size allowed me to easily hide amongst the taller flowers. I felt pretty confident that the other two wouldn’t be able to see me here. Unfortunately, I was so small that I couldn’t see them , either. At least I could still hear them just fine.

“you sure no one will be able to stumble upon the machine by accident?” Sans’s deep voice drifted into my ears, and Frisk’s reply came a moment later.

“Positive. The basement door stays locked at all times, and you have the only key. No one can go in there except you, not even me, or Flowey. Not that he wants to go down there, anyway. He wants nothing to do with that machine.”

“good. i don’t want anyone messin’ with dad’s machine, ‘specially not the weed.”

My eyes widened. Their “dad’s machine”? This involved Sans and Papyrus’s father ? How could Sans keep something like this from his brother?! My ears were fully alert, standing up straight and facing towards the two voices, as I tried to focus all of my attention on their enlightening conversation. Just then, a small, white butterfly drifted into view. Against my will, my eyes were instantly glued to the fluttering creature.

Many cultures associated butterflies with the souls of the deceased, so I always made sure to be extra respectful to any who crossed my path. Which was why, no matter how much the dog in me wanted to chase after those rapidly beating wings, I forced myself to stay still. It took every ounce of my willpower, but I refused to budge. The white butterfly flew to one of the flowers, and landed on a bright, golden petal. I heard Frisk sigh.

“It’s over, Sans. For good this time. I’m sure of it. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. You don’t have to hide anymore. You don’t have to be alone anymore. What good is a happy ending, if you’re too stuck in the past to enjoy it? It’s okay to have hopes and dreams again. No one will take those away from you. I won’t let them. I promise. And I don’t make promises lightly, either.”

There was a long pause. I really wished I could tell what expression Sans was making. The white butterfly took to the air again, fluttering around for a bit, before landing on a different golden flower. I heard movement from the other two, the rustling of clothing. And then, faintly, I heard a voice, Sans’s, though I couldn’t make out what he was saying, muffled as it was. Frisk’s voice was much clearer, filled with determination and conviction.

“Whoever or whatever force had control of the timeline before... they’re gone . I can feel it. The power to Reset everything, all that we’ve done, all that we’ve achieved... it’s mine now. And you know that I’d never use it. I promise . So you don’t have to worry anymore, Sans. Trust me. It’s over . The anomalies are gone, and everybody is happy. And I’ll make sure we all stay that way. Please, believe me... We’re free .”

“heh... i know... i know... i... i trust you, frisk... more than anyone,” Sans’s voice sounded a little wobbly, and thick with emotion. Another rustle of clothing. “... i dunno what i’d do without ya, frisk. you’re the only person i can really talk to, the only one who knows about... everything . all that time, underground, i had to keep it all to myself, all this terrible knowledge. it was unbearable , frisk. and even here on the surface, i just can’t -...” A deep sigh. More movement. “some days i feel like you’re the only thing keepin’ me sane...”

And then silence. The white butterfly took off, flying higher and higher, until it eventually vanished into the sky. I stayed still, rooted to the spot. My mind was whirring, a maelstrom of chaotic thoughts, as I tried to process everything I’d just heard. So much of it made no sense to me. I didn’t know what to think, honestly, it was all a little too much for me right then. I’d need some time to go over everything, and figure out what I was going to do about this. And I was going to do something. I refused to let this matter lie. Papyrus deserved better.

After a while, Frisk eventually spoke up, her voice reassuring and compassionate.

“You know that I’m always here for you, whenever you need me. You’re not alone, Sans. Remember that.”

“heh, i will. you’ve always been with me, even in the dark. like a light, shining in my soul. i won’t forget, frisk. i promise .”

There was an odd weight to his words, yet another hidden meaning which was lost on me. I heard more movement.

“welp, this’s been fun, but i’d better get goin’ now. pap’s waiting for us at home, anxious for his new pal to help him prepare dinner, and i don’t wanna let him down. stars know i do enough of that as it is.”

“Sans! Stop talking like that! You don’t let him down, he’s just worried about you! And for good reason, honestly. I worry about you, too.”

“i know, i know. i’m sorry, frisky. i really am. i’m gettin’ better, though. i’m really trying nowadays. and it’s all thanks to you. i owe you... so much ... too much, honestly. i dunno how i’ll ever be able to repay you for everything you’ve done.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can think of a few ways,” a giggle, flirtatious and full of innuendo. I heard Sans let out a nervous laugh. Frisk continued, voice light and airy. “Now off with you, before Papy starts calling me, asking me where you two are, and I tell him all about the unspeakable things you and I get up to when he’s not around.”

“please don’t put any weird ideas into my bro’s skull. i’m the one who lives with him, ya know,” Sans sound mildly exasperated, though I could detect a hint of amusement in his tone. Then his voice raised, as he called out, “c’mere, girl! time to go!”

With a jolt, I realised he was calling for me. I dashed out of the flower patch and towards his voice. He and Frisk were standing up, looking around, presumably for me. When Sans spotted me, he sagged a little in relief.

“there you are, buddy. i was worried i mighta lost ya. pap would never have forgiven me if i didn’t bring you home, safe and sound.”

He bent down to scoop me up into his arms, and I yipped at him in reassurance that I was fine. Frisk smiled warmly at the both of us.

“Before you go, could you wait here a second? I have a little something for you to take home.”

Without waiting for a reply, she ran off, back into her house, returning shortly with a large pie in her hands. It smelled heavenly, my tail wagging and my mouth watering, as the sweet scent of butterscotch and cinnamon wafted into my nose.

“I baked this earlier, hoping to give it to you at some point, so now’s the perfect time,” she offered it out to Sans, who shifted me to one arm, while the other took the butterscotch-cinnamon pie. “I’m quite proud of how this one turned out, if I do say so myself. Tori really is an excellent teacher.”

Sans gave her an appreciative smile.

“nah, you’re the one who’s a good student. you’ve always been a fast learner, heh.”

Frisk shook her head in denial, looking sheepish.

“Oh no, I’m really not. I just had a lot of practice.”

Sans winced, for some reason.

“uh... sorry, frisk. which i’d been more help to you, back then. i really should’ve been a better friend to you.”

Sans sounded genuinely apologetic, but Frisk merely rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face.

“You were a great friend, Sans, and the emotional support you gave me meant more to me than I can say. Even if you did blow it in the restaurant, and in the Last Corridor.”

She stuck her tongue out at him cheekily, and Sans looked embarrassed, at a loss for what to say to that.

“eh heh heh... ahem . welp, we’re off! it was nice seein’ ya, frisky. bye!” he said hastily, before backing away.

As Frisk waved us off with a radiant smile, I noticed a butterfly with deep, crimson wings land on her shoulder, just as the entire world blinked out of existence. A moment later, it came back, but Sans and I were no longer in Frisk’s garden, but were instead standing in the middle of his living room. I knew he could teleport! I was fairly buzzing with excitement at this discovery, and Sans quickly let me down.

Just then, Papyrus poked his skull into the room, probably alerted by my high-pitched barking. His face lit up once he saw us, and with an exclamation of delight, he rushed towards us, arms outstretched for me to jump into, which I wasted no time in doing. Those familiar arms wrapped around me, along with his comforting scent, and I felt at home.

“YOU’RE FINALLY BACK!! I MISSED YOU!! SO MUCH!!”

I snuggled closer to him, woofing contentedly, feeling at peace. Papyrus let out a pleased “NYEH HEH HEH”, before turning to Sans with a deep frown.

“SANS! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! YOU LEFT AGES AGO!!”

Sans looked entirely unapologetic as he smiled, and I sensed a bad pun coming.

“heh, sorry bro. frisk really wanted to ketchup with me,” he held up a bottle of ketchup, grin wide and mischievous, his eyelights brightening in gleeful anticipation of his brother’s reaction. And Papyrus did not disappoint him.

“NYEEEEH!!! SANS!!!”

Deep, rumbling laughter filled the room, while Papyrus fumed, the arms holding me trembling slightly, though not enough to make me feel uncomfortable. Papyrus eventually calmed down, and turned away from his brother with a huff.

“HMPH!! I’M OFF TO PREPARE DINNER NOW! WITHOUT YOU! AND YOUR TERRIBLE PUNS!!” he then glanced down at me, his expression brightening considerably. “AT LEAST YOU’RE HERE, LITTLE LADY. I’M GLAD I HAVE SUCH A GREAT HELPER WITH ME!”

I am the best helper! I agreed. Papyrus had been nothing but kind to me since the moment we met, helping me when I was at my very lowest, and I wanted to do all I could to repay his kindness, and help him in return. And I knew exactly how I would help him.

Today had been full of surprising revelations, and I’d learnt that, for all that Papyrus was the brightest ray of sunshine imaginable, he was being kept in the dark about a lot of things. His own brother was keeping secrets from him; deep, dark secrets which clearly tormented him, but which he refused to share with anyone save Frisk, despite some of them concerning his own family, namely their father (whom I’d yet to see, or even hear about).

As a witch, I knew very well the necessity of keeping some things secret, but not from one’s own family! All young witches learned their family’s craft at their mother’s knee, and I was the same. My mother had taught me everything I knew about magic, until it was time for me to set out into the world, and seek out knowledge on my own. I couldn’t imagine keeping any secrets from her, and I had complete faith that she would share with me all that she knew, when I was ready. We would never hide anything from each other. Surely all families were the same, right? I’d always thought so, at least...

Beyond that, it also greatly troubled me that I, too, was hiding something important from Papyrus, namely the fact that I wasn’t, in fact, a dog, but a human, and a witch to boot. But no matter how much I wanted to reveal this to him, I wasn’t sure how. I couldn’t talk to him in a language he could understand, and I lacked the opposable thumbs required to write out the truth. I genuinely had no clue how I could convey to him my real form. All I could do, was to break my spell as quickly as possible, and tell him everything once I was human again. Hopefully, he would understand and forgive me. Until then, I’d just have to be the very best friend I could be to him.

Also, I was pretty sure his dog was actually some manner of eldritch abomination. I had no idea why it had crossed into our world, nor why it chose to take the form of a small dog, but I assumed that, like most cosmic entities, it was out of simple curiosity. Extramundane beings tended to get bored very easily, and sought out entertainment in some pretty bizarre places, after all. This one seemed harmless enough, and Papyrus was clearly attached to it, despite how annoying it was, so I thought it best to leave things as they were, and not interfere unless necessary. It would probably be fine.

But as for the rest, I vowed that once I was human again, I would make it up to Papyrus for deceiving him like I was, despite having no other alternative. And I would find a way to convince Sans to tell his brother all of the truths that he’d been hiding for so long. Even if that meant resorting to witchcraft. No matter what it took, I would make sure that there were no more secrets.

~~~

They say that time flies when you’re having fun, and I must have been having an incredible amount of it, given how quickly the following days passed by. I wasn’t sure how long I spent, exactly, as a dog, living with the skeleton brothers, but it felt like a lifetime. Every day was an adventure, and there was never a dull moment with those two, and all of their friends. And, speaking of, I soon got to meet all of them. And what an interesting bunch they were.

Frisk came by to hang out several times (and she even brought back my Cool Flame Ball, which I’d forgotten that first time! What an angel!), and had cemented her position as a true friend, one whom I was very grateful to have in my life. She really was a good person, who deserved nothing but good things. Flowey less so. I could’ve done without him joining Frisk everywhere she went, but the woman was adamant on not leaving Flowey alone, all by himself. In my opinion, he didn’t seem like the type to get lonely, but I guess appearances can be deceiving. Regardless, any friend of Papyrus and Frisk’s was a friend of mine. Even if Flowey was creepy at times.

One of Papyrus’s best friends, Undyne, was another frequent visitor, with her girlfriend, Alphys, tagging along with her on occasion. I was wary of the former, given how she’d tried to suplex me upon our first meeting, though, thankfully, Papyrus had intervened and rugby tackled her to the floor before I could get hurt. She’d retaliated by raining spears down upon him, all of which he’d managed to dodge or deflect with his own bone attacks. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. From then on, I made sure to keep a safe distance from the scary fish monster at all times. Her girlfriend was much safer to be around, and Alphys had also introduced me to the wonders of anime! Papyrus didn’t seem too fond of them, much as he tried to fake interest in the subject, but I was utterly entranced by the amazing imagination and imagery on display. Many shows felt out of this world and more into, well, mine . It made me a little homesick at times, honestly.

King Asgore and Queen Toriel were as friendly and welcoming as I’d heard, although the queen could be quite intimidating at times. She had the kind of glare that would make even unruly little children sit quietly and obey, which was perfect for a teacher. By contrast, Asgore Dreemurr was never without a jovial smile, and was always ready with an offer of tea. His golden flower tea had instantly become my new favourite drink, and I couldn’t wait to start growing some golden flowers in my garden, to brew the tea for myself, whenever I had to spend long hours concocting complex elixirs, or poring over ancient, musty tomes. One thing I'd noticed, was how nurturing and protective the two boss monsters were towards children. It made me wonder why the two of them never had any kids of their own. They seemed like they would make good parents, but I guess they thought differently.

Papyrus had snuck me into his workplace one time, when nobody else had been able to look after me. He’d introduced me to his fellow chefs, who’d all chipped in to keep me hidden from their boss. I had a sneaking suspicion that the head chef was fully aware of what was going on, the whole time, but chose to turn a blind eye to my presence, probably out of fondness for Papyrus, given how popular he was amongst all of his coworkers. Everyone kept sneaking me scraps from all of their dishes, whenever they thought no one was looking, and by the end of Papyrus’s shift, I was full to bursting from all of the scrumptious food I’d been given. That was a good day.

Moreover, from what I gathered from passing conversations, and a few comments here and there, it seemed like Papyrus hadn’t always been the culinary expert he was today. Quite the opposite, in fact (which had apparently been as much of a shock to Papyrus to learn, as it was to me). But the head chef had been so impressed by his enthusiasm and dedication, that he’d hired Papyrus as a simple kitchen porter, thus allowing him to learn the ropes from the other chefs, and Papyrus had worked exceptionally hard, quickly proving himself and rising through the ranks, eventually becoming the restaurant’s sous chef, and second-in-command in the kitchen. Papyrus never ceased to amaze and inspire me. It made me more determined than ever to hone my own skills and master my magic, and one day become the kind of talented witch I’d always dreamed of being.

And then of course, there was Sans. Despite living with the guy, he still remained mostly a mystery to me. One moment he seemed, for all the world, like little more than a prankster and comedian, with his clever wit and his fondness for bad jokes and worse puns, and even a dog like me hadn’t been safe from the dreaded whoopee cushion prank. But then another, he’d be empty eye sockets, and emptier smiles, too little said in too many words, and I’d realise that I really knew very little about him. Did anyone know the real him? Did Papyrus? Did Frisk?...

But no matter how much I’d come to care for and appreciate all of these wonderful new friends I’d made, no one could hold a candle to Papyrus.

~~~

The Great Papyrus had come into my life at one of its lowest points, when I was at my most desperate, and had given me hope and friendship and spaghetti. He’d been my hero when I’d needed one the most, and I would forever be grateful to him for all that he’d done for me. I’d never met anyone as kind or as brave as him, and I doubted I ever would. He was special, one-of-a-kind, and truly unforgettable. With bright smiles, encouraging words, gentle hands, and warm hugs, his presence had steadily grown in my heart, until he’d taken over completely and claimed it as his own.

And as I lay on his sternum, the both of us relaxing on his bed, while his skeletal hands trailed over my head and down my back, I thought to myself that I really loved this man. And that thought did not surprise me in the slightest. When had my feelings for him grown this strong? When did I realise their existence? Was there a point in time, or had they been there since that first, fateful meeting? Had I always known? I had no answers. All I knew was that I loved Papyrus, with all my heart and soul.

And so, with that knowledge in mind, I leaned forward, towards that brilliant smile I loved so much, and pressed my soft, fluffy lips to his left zygomatic bone. I had just enough time to feel cool, hard bone beneath my lips, before-

* poof *

I was engulfed in smoke. Once my vision cleared, I felt... different. I saw out of the corner of my eyes, human hands. Very familiar human hands. Those are MY hands! I realised with a start. And those are my arms! I noticed, looking further down. I brought my hands up to feel my face. Soft, smooth skin over warm flesh greeted my searching fingers.

I was human again.

A strangled noise from in front of me caught my attention, and I looked up. Papyrus’s shocked face was staring at me, his eyes seeming to bulge out of his sockets. Oh, right. Shit.

“Uh... I can explain...?” my voice came out hesitantly, and my heart skipped a beat as I heard my own voice again, for the first time in what felt like forever .

Papyrus stared at me, stunned, for a few more, tense seconds, before his gaze drifted lower. His eye sockets widened even further (which I honestly hadn’t thought was possible), and colour bloomed all across his skull. With a strangled yelp, he turned his skull away from me, removing his hands from my back to cover his eye sockets.

“W-WOWIE...” his normally loud voice was barely above a whisper.

Huh? I looked down. Oh. Oh fuck .

Given how long it’d been since I’d botched my spell, I’d completely forgotten that my clothes hadn’t transformed along with my body. I was currently laying on top of Papyrus, stark naked, and I’d just given the man I loved an eyeful of my very bare tits. Fuck.

With a scream, I drew back, and away from Papyrus, towards the edge of his bed, as I hastily covered my breasts with my arms, bringing my knees up to hide my nether region as best as I could. I was beyond mortified. I’d had more than my fair share of embarrassing moments throughout my life, given how often I’d screwed up a spell, but this... this topped them all. Easily. This was the worst moment of my entire life.

My vision began to swim, as tears gathered in my eyes. I squeezed them shut, wishing to block out the world, wishing desperately that none of this was real, that it would all fade away when I opened my eyes again. I felt a tear start to fall down my face, when a familiar phalange wiped it away. A bony hand cradled my cheek.

“PLEASE... DON’T CRY... WHATEVER IS MAKING YOU SAD... WOULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT IT? SO THAT I CAN TELL IT TO STOP MAKING YOU SAD?”

I opened my eyes, and was greeted by Papyrus’s concerned expression. I sniffed, and clumsily wiped my teary eyes with my shoulder, taking care to keep my chest covered. With halting words, I finally told Papyrus the truth of my situation, which I’d been longing to reveal to him all this time. Throughout my explanation, Papyrus didn’t interrupt me once, except to make sympathetic or surprised noises at several points in my tale. When I was done, I gave him a pleading look.

“Papyrus, I know that this all sounds crazy, and you probably don’t believe me-”

“OF COURSE I BELIEVE YOU!!” he interrupted me, and I sucked in a surprised breath. He gave me a wide, toothy smile, with not even a hint of doubt in his gaze. “WHY SHOULD I NOT? YOU ARE MY FRIEND! WHETHER YOU’RE A DOG, OR A HUMAN, YOU ARE STILL YOU! AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY VERY GOOD FRIEND! AND A VERY GREAT PERSON!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

I beamed at him, feeling my eyes tear up again, though for a completely different reason this time. Papyrus then looked directly into my eyes, looking faintly bashful, for some reason. He was blushing again, though nowhere near as brightly as before.

“BESIDES... YOU HAVE THE SAME BEAUTIFUL EYES AS WHEN YOU WERE A DOG.”

Oh. Oh my. My face felt hot, as I looked away, though I couldn’t contain my happy smile. My chest felt warm, my heart beating hard, as my stomach fluttered. A genuine compliment! How was I supposed to react to that?!

“Th-thank you, Pap...” I mumbled. His smile brightened.

I tried to pull myself together enough to have a proper conversation with him, something I’d been dying to do since we’d met. I was finally human again and could actually talk to him! I couldn’t mess this up, just because of a little (well, okay, a lot of) embarrassment!

“I’ve been wanting to meet you properly this whole time, actually. There’s so much I want to tell you! So much I want to do with you! Oh, I can hardly wait! I, uh... just need to find some clothes, first...” I trailed off, feeling shy once more.

“OH! RIGHT! CLOTHES!” Papyrus exclaimed, as if he’d forgotten that I was completely naked. I wasn’t sure how I should feel about that... “PLEASE, FRIEND! TAKE MY SHIRT!! I’LL GET YOU SOMETHING BETTER LATER!”

Before I could protest, he lifted the t-shirt he was currently wearing up, and over his skull, and then handed it out to me. His skull was facing purposely away from me, his other hand covering his eye sockets for good measure. My heart warmed at his consideration. My face burned at the sight of his bare torso, however, his rib cage on full display. I’d never found bones attractive before, but I found his oddly alluring. Must be because they were his body, and everything about him was irresistible to me.

With no small amount of effort, I tore my eyes away from his ribs, and the teasing glimpse of his iliac crest, peaking out of the top of his long shorts. I quickly donned his shirt, feeling much better now that I had some actual clothing on, even if it was just a t-shirt. Since Papyrus was so tall, with such broad shoulders, his shirt fell to the middle of my thighs, covering up all of my private parts, although it was so wide, it left one of my shoulders bare, and dipped dangerously low. I cleared my throat.

“I’m done. You can look now, Pap,” I called to him. He lifted his hand slightly, peaking at me to make sure that I was decent, before fully uncovering his eye sockets and turning to face me properly. I gave him my brightest smile, “And thank you, Papyrus. Not just for the shirt, but for, well, everything . I... I can’t tell you how much it means to me. You really are my hero, you know? You saved me, took me in, cared for me, introduced me to all of your friends and family, did your very best to make sure that I was always happy, and now... You broke my spell. Gave me my true form back. I couldn’t have done it without you. So, thank you .”

Papyrus gave me an oddly intense, thoughtful look.

“I BROKE YOUR SPELL? THE ONE WHICH NEEDED TRUE LOVE’S KISS TO BREAK?? DOES THAT MEAN THAT... I AM YOUR TRUE LOVE?!?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and my face heating up again. I gripped the edges of his shirt tightly.

“W-Well, m-maybe? I-I mean, it was just a hypothesis, really, I wasn’t sure how exactly the spell worked, given how badly I’d messed it up, so who knows what kind of love was required to break it...”

As I babbled to him, Papyrus’s face slowly fell, noticeable disappointment in his expression the more I seemed to refute his last statement. I bit my lip. He was right. He was my true love. And I shouldn’t deny it, not to him. He was always brave, always confident. I wanted to be more like him. Which meant that I needed to put all of my heart and soul into my words, and confess my true feelings to him, regardless of the consequences! I sucked in a deep breath, and steeled my nerves.

“No, you’re right, Papyrus. You are my true love. I’m sure of it. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I... I love you. Romantically. In case that wasn’t clear.”

I held my breath, as I awaited his response. Papyrus gazed at me with wide eye sockets. Little flecks of light shimmered in their depths, growing brighter and brighter the longer I looked. A blush soon spread across his cheek bones, as his smile widened.

“WOWIE... YOU LOVE ME... YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME...! ROMANTIC FEELINGS! FOR ME!! WOWIE!!!” his voice got louder and more excited as he spoke. He looked downright giddy. Hope blossomed in my chest. “I-I’M STILL NOT EXACTLY SURE WHAT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE, SINCE I’VE ONLY KNOWN YOU AS MY VERY COOL DOG UP TIL NOW... BUT! THE MORE I TALK WITH YOU! AND THE MORE I LOOK INTO YOUR VERY PRETTY EYES! THE MORE MY SOUL FEELS... WARM. YOU MAKE MY SOUL GLOW. IF I SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU... WILL THOSE FEELINGS GROW?? I WANT TO FIND OUT.”

I gulped, feeling a little light-headed from Papyrus’s own confession. That was... better than I’d dared hope for. It wasn’t a rejection, and he seemed to feel something for me. Something that made his soul glow . And from the spark of white I could faintly see, shining within his rib cage, that wasn’t merely an expression. His soul appeared to be literally glowing. Oh wow. That was... Wow...

Papyrus leaned in towards me. There was something a little... seductive in his expression. Which wasn’t good for my poor heart.

“AND THE BEST WAY TO FIND OUT... IS WITH A KISS... RIGHT?” my heart skipped a beat. Yep, really not good for my heart. “IF I KISS YOU... I’M SURE I’LL FIND OUT JUST HOW... ROMANTIC MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE. YOU KISSED ME, AND YOUR SPELL BROKE. SO THAT MEANS THAT I’M YOUR... TRUE LOVE ... IF I KISS YOU, THEN I’LL BE ABLE TO FIND OUT IF YOU’RE MY TRUE LOVE AS WELL. RIGHT? RIGHT! NYEH HEH HEH... I’M A GENIUS.”

I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. All I could do was nod, my breathing getting heavier. He leaned forward a little more, and I unconsciously leaned back.

“AND BESIDES... YOU ONLY KISSED MY CHEEK BONE! AS A DOG! THAT WASN’T A PROPER KISS! AND YOU DESERVE A PROPER KISS! DON’T YOU? MY GOOD GIRL...”

Ah fuck. I would never be able to resist this guy, would I? His dating power was just too strong for me.

“SO... WILL YOU LET ME KISS YOU? PLEASE??”

I nodded breathlessly, feeling hot all over. But Papyrus waited, not seeming satisfied with just a nod. Did he want to hear me say it? Oh boy... I wet my suddenly dry lips, taking note of how his gaze followed the movement, brightly burning eyelights shooting to my tongue, and then staying fixed on my lips. I gulped.

“O-Okay... Sure. I... I want to k-kiss you, as well. That last one... really didn’t count as a proper kiss. True love’s kiss should be more... well, more . So... please, kiss me properly, Papyrus.”

His gaze grew heated at my whispered words. He looked feverishly into my eyes, desire sparking in his eye sockets, specks of light burning fiercely within their depths, like miniature stars. He leaned further towards me, and I leaned further back in response. Until my back hit the mattress. Papyrus loomed above me, his arms coming up to the sides of my head. I could see his soul glowing brighter, now fully visible as an upside-down white heart, pulsing slightly. His skull came closer and closer, and I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my long-awaited kiss.

It was at that moment, that the door swung open and Sans walked in.

“hey bro, you seen my-”

The shorter skeleton came to an abrupt halt, as he took in the scene of a shirtless Papyrus leaning over me, as I’m wearing nothing but his brother’s shirt (and a dog collar, couldn’t forget that ), the both of us laying on his bed. Sans’s eye sockets went black, sweat beading on his brow as a bright blush lit up his entire skull.

“woops, sorry for bargin’ in, i see you’re busy there, don’t mind me.”

He quickly back-pedalled, slamming the door behind him. As my mind descended into chaos, only one coherent thought managed to drift to the surface.

I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer for that kiss.

___________________________________________

This has been one heck of a wild ride. I've had so much fun writing this, and I've grown really attached to all these characters (or rather, my interpretations of them). I might return to this world in the future, and write a bit more about Witch Reader and Paps, but for now, I'm really satisfied with things as they are. Besides, the backlash to my Frans shipping has reignited my passion for Frans, so I want to go back to writing for my OTP for a bit, and bask in the warm fuzzies I get from them. The best way to combat hate is with love! And I have a lot of love in my heart for these two. They make me happy and I deserve to be happy, same as everyone else.

This is the second multi-chaptered fic I've ever completed (the rest are still WIPs atm), so I'm super proud of this achievement. Whatever anyone else thinks about it, I'm happy with it. It turned out way longer than I could ever have anticipated, but that's just how the story went. The scenes ended when they needed to, not when I wanted them to, and that happened to be later than I expected. It really shows how little control I (and most writers, apparently) have over my own works. I decide what happens to these characters, so you'd think I'd be their god, but in reality, I'm actually their bitch.

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my entire fic. I hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as I did. Now, I'm off to take my long-awaited break from writing, and catch up on all the things I've had to put off to focus on my WIPs. Au revoir!

#JMB writes #papyrus x reader #papyrus #witch reader #papyrus my beloved #minor frans #minor sans x frisk #flowey #he's an asshole and I love him #less papyrus in this last part #but what papyrus you do get is... a little spicy #nothing too serious though #sorry? #this version of sans is the most canon compliant one I've written yet #meaning he doesn't remember resets #but he still angsty sad boi

[a-snowpoff]

Clothes stealing Papyrus headcanons pls?

Pfff heheh, okay so I’m just going to call him athleisure Papyrus and the reason I made him in the first place was because @mmhinman shared some brain rot with me that planted the idea that Papyrus borrowing my clothes would just end up looking like a crop top on him. I think we can agree Papyrus looks absolutely amazing in crop tops~

Now the first drawing I made of Papyrus borrowing a sweater was def meant to be more typical classic Papyrus. He was cleaning around the house and found your sweater draped over a chair in the bedroom. He was about to toss it in with the rest of the laundry but then it hit him, your scent, and it was lovely. The familiarity making his smile wider. Perhaps it didn’t need to go into the wash quite yet, it looked clean, it smelled pleasant, to him at least. As he turned the garment in his hands he thought to himself that it might even fit him, perhaps a bit short in length but he knew he could rock it. With an all too giddy expression he burst into his signature Nyeh Heh Hehs as he admired the fact that it did indeed fit and it looked so amazing in fact that he admitted he might be wearing it for a while.

Now then… I think what more people might be wondering about is the version I keep redrawing in the same athleisure outfit, where the top is more of a hoodie with a mesh front…….. WELLP……. I REALLY liked the idea of Papyrus borrowing my clothes and I love wearing cool but comfy athleisure and I was like dang… Papyrus wearing things that I consider “my style”…. yes please! Not to mention I love drawing a suave Papyrus with half lidded eyes. It’s more of a guilty pleasure as I fall deep into a Papyrus shaped simp hole lol but let’s jump into headcanons I have swirling around in my head for him.

Post Pacifist Papyrus, an undetermined amount of years on the surface have passed. Papyrus has finally had the chance to make more friendships, but has ultimately found satisfaction in his closer friendships with Undyne, Frisk, Sans, and Flowey. With no royal guard being needed he eventually turned his passion and drive into mastering the art of expertly crafting noodle dishes of every kind! Not only that but he has built a reputation with the local youth, for crafting the most clever and thrilling puzzle installments at the local parks (minus the spikes and flames… though he did try to make an argument for them) . Alright alright why am I saying all this you might wonder? What I’m trying to express is that Papyrus has built a life that he feels a lot more happy and content with. There is no longer a pressure to go above and beyond for what he wants, don’t get me wrong he definitely still goes above and beyond, but now it’s with more of a calm confidence. He may no longer struggle to gain friendship or recognition, but over the years he realized he’s still yearning for something…. or perhaps someone. It was love at first sight when he finally laid his eyes on you. There were no doubts, definitely not compared to all the other unsuccessful dates he had been on. This time he felt an instant connection. He may no longer be trying to capture a human but he was certainly looking to capture your heart. This Papyrus has definitely finished reading the dating hand book, and properly returned it to the librarby. In fact he’s read several more similar books on the surface and by similar books…. I mean he actually switched over to reading romance manga thinking they offered sound advice and examples of how to romance a potential date mate. Technically, Undyne was the one to suggest the manga route and Papyrus, always eager to learn about combat or cooking from a trusted friend, had no reason to question this advice. This inevitably lead him down a path towards reading romance novels and eventually….. fanfic (hehehehe LOL). So now we have a Papyrus with a cool confidence, fueled by the power of every romance trope, convinced that he knows how to sweep you off your feet and make you fall for him. Well it worked, because the two of you are dating and he can tell how much you’re enjoying every second of it. Papyrus just can’t help how much he loves seeing how effective all his research was because it reliably gets you to blush your brightest when he puts it to use. Every win just fueling his confidence further and further, he has no doubt that his next plan will work like a charm and you can see it from his expression too.…. hmmm yeah those are the thoughts swirling in my head for now related to clothes stealing, athleisure Papyrus hahaha

#ask snowpoff #snowpoff writes #snowpoff headcanons #athleisure papyrus

[popatochisssp]

I’m sure someone has already pointed this out, but I was rereading FGTC after binging the chapters of Dirty Laundry I missed, and I noticed the Sans’ in both stories mention a “snowpoff incident”—does every variation of your Sans’ have a snowpoff incident? I assume this was intentional, and it made me laugh, so thank you! (And thank you for all the lovely writing you share—I’ve been having kind of a shitty week but the amount of times your fics made me smile more than made up for it!!)

Yep, confirmed! I couldn’t resist the little Easter egg lol

But thank you, I’m really glad your week is being improved, I hope it only gets better from here on out! ❤️

#ghostscantdie #dirty laundry #fur a good time call

[tereox]

Undertale Secret Santa

I was assigned to @queenofbiscuits (It won’t let me tag her properly ;(  )

Prompt: Kedgeup fluff or hurt/comfort

I hope you enjoy! I’m not good at writing pure fluff so I went with hurt/comfort. I hope you don’t mind. Have a nice day!

Comic let out a horrified gasp as he startled awake, after-images of his nightmare playing in his mind. He let out a shuddering breath, barely resisting the urge to scream his sorrow and sat up slowly, feeling tears collect in his eye sockets. He noted dimly that his cheek bones were already wet. He was such a failure. The kid had killed Papyrus again and to make matters even worse they had also killed Edge, refusing to reset. No matter what Comic did, every time something bad happened to his loved ones he was always just… frozen in fright, not able to move a metaphorical muscle to help them escape certain death. He clutched his left lower arm tightly, ignoring the way the bone creaked in favour of trying to ground himself.

They were on the surface. No more resets. Nothing bad would happen to them anymore… As if. Comic gasped quietly, tears stinging in his hollow eye sockets. He couldn’t do this alone. His mind would always try to convince him that everything would go wrong. He needed help. He forced himself to stand up, trembling heavily and stumbled to the door of his room, opening it as quietly as possible. He snuck over to his lover’s room, supporting his shaking body with the wall and stood in front of the door, doubts overwhelming his urge to go to Edge.

What if the other didn’t want him to come inside? What if Edge needed to wake up soon? What if…? Comic shook his head, trying to clear his raging mind. His datemate wouldn’t mind. He never did even when he would come crawl into the other’s bed at unearthly times, just to be comforted. The short skeleton let out a small sigh, raising his right hand to turn the doorknob. He froze as he saw his hand shake visibly, the bones clacking against each other, making an odd rattling noise. He shook his head again and placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it carefully. He managed to open the door with a barely audible sound and quickly closed it after himself with a quiet click. Comic stared at Edge’s bed, trying to figure out if he had woken the other or not. He thanked the stars when the taller skeleton seemed to still be asleep, his breathing slow and even. He knew that the other barely managed to sleep, if at all and needed all the sleep he could get. The short skeleton carefully moved to the bed, sliding under the covers with practiced ease, pressing his shivering body close to Edge’s.

“… hnn…?” Edge mumbled, cracking his left eye socket open a bit. Comic shook his skull slightly, scooting a bit closer to the other.

“g-go back to sleep…” Comic whispered, his voice shaky with emotional distraught. The taller skeleton frowned and scanned his face intently, making the other flinch slightly. Comic felt as if his very soul was being laid on display by the other’s searching gaze.

“… Nightmare?” Edge inquired worriedly, his voice dropped into a whisper. Comic gave a quick nod, internally berating himself for making the other worry. The taller’s frown grew more pronounced and he pulled his datemate close, holding him tightly.

“you.. d-died ag… again…” Comic explained, sniffling quietly as he buried his face into the taller’s pyjama shirt. He felt the arms around him tighten and squeezed his eye sockets shut, trying to contain his tears.

“It’s alright, Snowpoff…” Edge murmured, keeping his voice low and quiet to try to soothe the shorter a bit. The small skeleton was shaking like a leaf, clinging to him tightly, sniffling quietly. He slowly started rubbing his upset datemate’s spine in soothing circles, keeping his eyes fixed on the shorter at all times. Comic whimpered quietly, grabbing some of the cloth of the taller’s shirt tightly, trying to ground himself. He let out a quiet sob, starting to cry. He just couldn’t deal with this. It was too much. If he were to loose Edge to a reset or to a human or to anything else he would probably give up completely. He had been so close to giving up and Edge had somehow managed to get him out of his pit of self-inflicted solitude, self-hatred and hopelessness. Comic clung to the taller like a lifeline.

“i.. i c-can’t.. loose yo-you…” Comic choked out between sobs, upset magic wafting from his left eye socket. Edge could do nothing more than try to comfort the other as the short skeleton practically fell apart in his hold, crying his eye sockets out.

“Everything’s alright…” Edge murmured, closing his eye sockets. Comic looked up at the other, a bit startled when he felt gentle, soothing waves of magic waft over him, a red glow lighting up the taller’s shirt. He relaxed almost immediately, the calming aura his datemate was exuding soothing him as he went pretty much limp in the taller’s arms.

“th-thanks…” Comic mumbled, burying his tear-stained face into the taller’s shirt. There was already a damp spot there but Comic was too out of it to notice and Edge didn’t seem to mind.

“Always.” Edge whispered and pulled the blanket over the shorter, holding him close. Comic let out a small yawn, cuddling into his datemate more and managed to fall asleep after a while, their souls beating in perfect sync.

Comic let out a small groan as his shoulder was shaken, turning a bit to bury himself into the comforting warmth that a familiar energy exuded next to him.

“Wake up, Snowpoff.” Edge prompted, shaking the shorter a bit to wake him up.

“mnn…” Comic grumbled but opened his eye sockets slowly, peering up at his datemate. The taller was smiling slightly, a sight that was fortunately becoming a more and more common occurrence.

“Good morning.” Edge greeted, sounding pretty happy. Comic couldn’t help the smile that stretched over his face despite just having woken up. He let out a small yawn.

“mornin’.” Comic mumbled sleepily, nuzzling the taller a bit. Edge made to get up but his datemate was holding him tightly, preventing him from moving too much.

“Comic. I let you sleep until ten. Unhand me.” Edge demanded, sounding a bit too overdramatic to be genuine. Comic peered up at the object of his affection, seeing the usually frowning skeleton smile endearingly. He shook his head, only tightening his hold with a small smirk.

“no. you will be held forever by the menacing sans and will never be free again.” Comic mumbled dramatically, squeezing his datemate tightly. Edge chuckled, the low and rich sound of his laughter making the shorter skeleton smile. He wrapped his arms around his datemate, adjusting the smaller a bit before standing up, carrying the other.

“thanks.” Comic whispered, holding onto the taller automatically, his legs wrapping around the other’s waist. He was glad that Edge managed to read him so well.

“No problem.” Edge responded, leaving the room quietly. It was admiring how a skeleton that tall could move with barely a sound. They descended the stairs, moving to the kitchen.

“Can you help me cook?” Edge inquired, stopping in front of a cabinet. He shifted the shorter a bit, getting out a measuring cup, waiting for the other’s answer.

“okay..” Comic responded, twisting himself out of the taller’s arms. He teleported and got some flour from a drawer, putting it onto the counter. The two skeletons worked in perfect sync and it seemed that they often cooked together, which they did.

“you got the waffle iron?” Comic asked as he stirred the batter, mixing the different ingredients together. Edge placed the requested item next to the mixing bowl, plugging it in.

“thanks.” Comic mumbled, startling slightly when the taller kissed his cheek bone. His cheek bones flushed a dark blue as he mumbled something incoherent, pouring some of the batter into the waffle iron. He closed it before turning back to the taller, face still flushed a bit.

“i gotta tell you something. can you lean down a bit, please?” Comic asked, smiling at his datemate innocently. When Edge leaned down to fulfill the request, Comic grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss, pressing their teeth together. The taller blushed brightly and let out a startled sound, allowing the shorter to ravage his mouth with his tongue. Comic pressed his ecto-tongue past his datemates sharp teeth, into his mouth and licked at the other’s tongue, curling his own around it. Edge let out a quiet moan, wrapping his arms around the shorter to pull him in closer.

“Ding!” Comic detached himself from the taller with an apologetic smile and got out the waffles, licking his teeth hungrily. Waffles were his favourite breakfast. He put the waffles onto a plate and poured in some more batter. The short skeleton quickly took the maple syrup and teleported to the table in the living room, starting to devour the waffles.

“Hey!” Edge shouted, running to the table. He managed to grab one waffle while Comic ate four, grinning like a maniac.

“That’s not fair.” Edge complained, letting himself fall into his seat. Comic shrugged non-apologetically and stood up again, heading to the kitchen. This ritual was repeated a few times, Comic eating nearly all of the waffles while Edge got a maximum of two per platter. They ate until they both had their fill, leaving some waffles for their brothers.

“What do you want to do now? We both have a day off.” Edge inquired once he was finished pouting. Comic hummed thoughtfully, glancing at the taller.

“is that a trick question? because i know you wanted us to go on a date today…” Comic responded, smiling when he caught the delighted expression his datemate was sporting. Edge let out a small, happy gasp. It was so rare that the other remembered something like that.

“Oh yes! I really wanted to take you out to a dinner date but with you having a nightmare I’ll settle on my plan B to watch a movie marathon with you!” Edge explained enthusiastically. Comic frowned slightly, looking a bit guilty but he knew protesting wouldn’t work.

“.. ok…” He agreed though he still sounded guilty and a little down. “what movie are we watching?” Comic asked, his curiousity easily overwhelming the guilt. Edge shot him a warm smile.

“Star Wars.” Edge replied, standing up. He smiled down at Comic who had literal stars in his eye sockets and picked him up, carrying him to the couch. The shorter reflexively wrapped himself around his datemate, smiling up at him. Edge carried him over to the couch and switched on the TV while walking past it. They situated themselves on the couch, Edge laying propped up on the couch cushions, Comic on top of him. The shorter used his telekinesis to get themselves a blanket and covered his datemate and himself with it, snuggling into the other while he used his magic in the kitchen to prepare popcorn. The taller skeleton smiled at him when he heard the telltale pops in the microwave and hugged him close, using the remote to switch to the channel that would show the movie marathon.

“Good thinking.” Edge murmured, pressing a small kiss to the shorter’s skull. Comic’s smile widened at the praise and he floated the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table. When he heard the starting music he was immediately enraptured by the movie, despite having seen it at least eight times. They cuddled on the couch, munching on popcorn and they both knew there was no place they’d rather be right then.

#kedgeup #hurt/comfort #nightmares #sfw #some fluff #movie marathon #comic is a star wars nerd #edge likes it too #waffles!!! #ptsd #poor sansy #but edge's there to comfort him #cuddling #kissing #two dorks cooking waffles #Undertale Secret Santa 2017

[a-snowpoff]

Prunsel hcs?👀👀👀

PFFF HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!! I was not prepared for this ask BAHAHAH!!! Okay well anyways….

Prunsel, a simple eyeball that deserves love just like any other monster. He is a man of few words but an absolute gentleman. He would always open doors for you, pull out your chair to help you take a seat at dinner, he’d offer to order for you but unfortunately the waiters can’t seem to understand him with his…… thick accent. He likes going for long floats hikes through snowy forests, going sight seeing, and making eye contact. Allergy season is a pain for him, he usually has to use his sick time or else risk flooding his office with how much his eyes water up. Prunsel could definitely cry a river and drown the whole world, so he has a strong resolve not to cry.

Now here’s where things get weirder….. I have a personal headcanon that Prunsel is technically one of Papyrus’s eyes. One day Papyrus was so utterly shocked and surprised that his eyes bulged out and just POP! Gained their own freedom and sentience. So what about the other eye you ask? I’m glad you asked! The other eye is named Lesnurp, he went on to live on a quiet farm, has a wife, three kids, and a loyal dog. He recently won largest pumpkin at his local county fair, he’s living a pretty good life really….. (I may or may not have some silly doodles that spawned this headcanon pfff……..)

#snowpoff headcanons #snowpoff writes #ask snowpoff #prunsel #prunsel beloved #Lesnurp

[a-snowpoff]

Dino Papyrus hcs mayhaps? :3

Alrighty, you’re curious about soft dino sweater Papyrus hm?

Papyrus is normally very confident and self-reassured but that was until he found a human who knocked the breath out of his non-existent lungs. Where he’d usually insist on a first date or pretend to misconstrue your words as asking him out, he only manages to blurt out a jumbled mess of unrelated words. You’re pretty sure you heard spaghetti in the midst of it and his sentence eventually trailed off into a nervous mess of “Nyeh heh hehs”. How the turns have tabled but he seems to be blushing like mad and you can only assume this was a confession of sorts and so you try to help him out by asking him if he’d like to go on a date. He nods his skull vigorously, relieved. He fidgets a lot with the ends of his oversized sweater sleeves, his eye sockets constantly gazing down towards your hands, waiting for the perfect moment to hold them. When he finally finds the courage he becomes incredibly stiff, fearing he might pull his own hand back if he doesn’t stay perfectly still. His eyes bulge out when he feels you respond with a gentle squeeze. It takes him a moment but he eventually collects himself and relaxes his hand in yours, the moment feeling like pure bliss. He thinks to himself he must be the most courageous skeleton out there, truly this was the grandest victory! He wasn’t prepared for the kiss to the cheekbone you gave him moments later, emphasized by the fact that he said he had to use the bathroom only to defy physics and swirl into the air and above the clouds (he just needed somewhere to shout his excitement out)…. Eventually he comes back from a completely different direction, a slight blush on his face as he apologizes for taking a while and that he brought you milk tea. It’s your favorite drink with the perfect amount of sweetness, seems like Papyrus pays attention to the things you like….

This Papyrus like all Papyri, enjoys and attempts to make spaghetti but, this Papyrus truly excels at baking. He loves to surprise you with sweet treats paired with tea throughout the week. Although Papyrus is used to taking charge, he seems to melt around you and loves to see you take charge. He gives the absolute best hugs, they are tight squeezes but always feel plush due to the bulky sweaters he loves to wear. His favorite part of the day is when you come home and sit against him on the sofa. There on the sofa he’s eager to hear about your day as he plays with your hair, the gesture is calming and usually leads into a quick and comfy nap before dinner.

#snowpoff talks #snowpoff headcanons #soft and sweet papyrus #snowpoff writes #ask snowpoff

[a-snowpoff]

Does Kissing Booth Paps count???

Sure! I’d say Kissing Booth Paps is more in-line with classic in-game Papyrus but post-pacifist. A silly dork who’s common sense is a tad out of touch (I say this affectionately but also I better be because this also described myself hahahah). He’s ready to pour his all into everything, including putting together the kissing booth himself. When customers didn’t seem to be flooding in, as he first anticipated, he decided clearly people must have been intimidate by how very cool he was. What better way to lure customers past that blockade than by offering some HOT DEALS! When his booth wasn’t immediately flooded, he decided to go one step further and make the deal SCORCHING HOT by making a LIMITED TIME OFFER~ If that didn’t work he would have started paying people to stop by…. though that would not have helped with raising funds….. Papyrus is much more focused on the goal of getting customers at this point but good thing you stopped by before he enacted his final plan!

I’ll go a little more into detail on my headcanons for classic Papyrus. I think he is incredibly smart and clever but like I said, sometimes lacking common sense. Often finding round about or unexpected solutions to a problem…. or a non-problem, like that time he painted a rock structure to look like a bridge, haha. Even though he shows a cheery expression, I think he is lonely and desperate to make meaningful friendships. Sometimes getting so much tunnel vision over this goal that he misses the fact that he is surrounded by people who deeply appreciate him as he is (Undyne and Sans for example). Because he knows what loneliness feels like he will go out of his way to make you feel your presence is wanted and cherished. I think part of the reason Papyrus is so over confident was because he came to a point where he realized he couldn’t wait or depend on others to give him what he wanted so he pursued it for himself. For example, I think he wants to be praised and feel accomplished and if he can’t find that through others then he will step in and compliment himself. Goodness he is just utterly floored when the player compliments him, it probably meant so much to receive something he had all but lost hope of receiving from others. Even if he does get sad at times, that’s not the side of him that he wants to show to others or the player. I think he sincerely believes it’s just a matter of pouring more effort and time into pursuing his dreams before he’ll achieve them. He sees the best in others and always believes in their potential. He is willing to step in and be for others, someone who he wishes was there for him. I just think Papyrus is funny and sweet and admirable all at the same time. I see a lot of myself in him but also who I’d like to strive to be. He is so bright, he is like walking sunshine to my eyes…….. OKAY IMMA STOP TALKING BECAUSE I DEF DO BE SIMPING AT THIS POINT FDKJGKSJFHGSDJG GUH…

#snowpoff writes #snowpoff headcanons #ask snowpoff

[a-snowpoff]

GOOD GIRL, YOU’RE JUST LOST AREN’T YOU?

#POV: You’re a chihuahua lost at the dog park and you’ve been trailing Papyrus for the past 10 minutes. #…. uhm…. do not perceive me… thank you… #pfff imagine someone reblogging it without the context of the first tag OHMAHGAH dskfdskfh #it’s just Papyrus…. at the dog park… look he’s holding a leash… for HIS dog… #you’re not his chihuahua… he has his own dog that’s always stealing his special attacks…. #Papyrus can’t seem to find his own dog and has instead gotten you as a companion as he searches #You can hear Papyrus grumble… I BET THAT MEDDLING CANINE FOUND A STASH OF DOG SLIME TO ROLL AROUND IN!!!! THIS #THIS WOULD BE THE 3RD TIME THIS WEEK! JUST HOW MANY BATHS DO I NEED TO GIVE ONE DOG IN A WEEK… #He peers down at the tiny chihuahua trailing him and thinks aloud #CERTAINLY YOU’D KEEP CLEAN IF I BATHED YOU #ANYWAYS BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED TAGS #papyrus #undertale #my art #a-snowpoff #papyrus with fangs #what am i even writing BAHAHAH… where are my whims taking me…. i just wanted to draw him from this perspective #can’t help but attempt to build a story around it skfjsdkjfksdj okay anyways enjoy~~~ #*Awkwardly trips while trying to scurry away*

[a-snowpoff]

Papyrus noticed you seemed to be chilly, the way you had been eyeing the jacket he wore, technically your jacket. But dang… did it look good on him. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask for it back….. AND THEN BAM HE KABEDONS YOU OUTTA NOWHERE BECAUSE WHY NOT FDJKHGSDJFKGSD… anyways he is kind enough to pick up on your vibes and let you know you can have your jacket back like a gentleman of course uwu

Okay this is actually more a result of an ask from an anon, but I’m too flustered to put it above the cut because welll….. welll………… skfjhgsdjfhgds I mean it’s a bit suggestive hahahaha skjdhfgsdkjhfgkjsdgfk , anywaaaaays…. HERE YA GO!

And if you’re curious about my reaction….. well…… I’d probably be shifting my eyes between his jacket on the floor, his ribs, and then his expression. My face just red as a tomato, utterly speechless and frozen in place as my heart tries to beat outta my chest because OMG KJFGJKDGSF I WAS NOT PREPARED TO READ THIS ASK BUT I AM SO FLUSTERED DFJHGSDFJKG I CANT EVEN DRAW MYSELF IN THIS SCENARIO, THE THOUGHT ALONE MAKES ME BLUSH AAAAAAA!!!! Maybe if I manage to get any words out it would be the sound a squeaky toy makes HAH…dkfsdjfhg

#papyrus is such a gentleman #how nice of him to be so observant of your needs #very kind indeed mhm gotta love him #papyrus #papyrus with fangs #undertale #my art #a-snowpoff #ask snowpoff #when the writing makes you blush

[a-snowpoff]

I saw Papyrusx Reader fic writer!????

Where Can I read your works?

[LINK] HEY DID YOU DROP THIS, SNOW POFF? WHAT IS THIS??? "THE SCARF THAT SMELLED OF SPAGHETTI"? WOWIE, BY THE TITLE ALONE IT IS ALREADY MEETING ALL OF MY STANDARDS! WAIT... IS THIS ABOUT ME? THE GREAT PAPYRUS!?!?! NYEH HEH HEH, I BET THIS IS AN ACCOUNT OF ALL MY GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENTS! RIGHT, SNOW POFF?

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RIGHT????????

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Thank you so much for asking about my fanfiction! I'm not saying the quotes above are my favorite parts, only that they are out of context and that's how I like it, lol. But yeah, check me out on Ao3, and feed me comments because I eat them up ravenously like cookies, hahaha!

In case the link above doesn't work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5399624/chapters/12473609

#I started writing The Scarf That Smelled of Spaghetti like 6 years ago.... #Gosh I get so flustered reading what past me wrote ahahaha... but also like... I wanted to know how the story continued after Chapter 9.... #SO! I guess I'm writing again and look at that I've already doubled the number of chapters #undertale #papyrus #my art #a-snowpoff #spaghetti #fanfic #ask snowpoff #ask papyrus #papyrus with fangs #ao3 #ao3fic #my writing #Papyrus was never meant to see my writing LOL

[a-snowpoff]

@jmbringitonworld Thanks for the inspo ^^

#papyrus with… actually i didn’t even draw his fangs this time dang #a crime against my own blog how dare #ah well I do what I want! >:3c #Just couldn’t help but picture that moment when POOF! The spell is finally broken and oop! We’ve got some explaining to do haha #self insert #papyrus #my art #a-snowpoff #brilliant ideas and writing from the one and only jmbringitonworld #snowpoff sketches

[not-snowpoff]

I HAVE FOUND YOU!! Also— HOW WOULD SWEET PAPYRUS REACT TO A MAID COSTUME?!???

You’d probably break him the moment he notices the outfit.

He would first notice you and then take a second to process what you’re wearing. His jaw will drop clean off onto the floor but he will quickly scoop it up and put it back in place, nervous laughter trailing through the entire gesture. In the nervous mess that he is from such an unexpected sight he’ll try to cover his eyes with his sleeves… of course sneaking a few peek hehe. It’s just too much for him to handle, he decides to go the ostrich route and lift his sweater over his head so he can finally give himself a break from the overwhelming sight of their date mate in a maid costume…. Of course the imagery does not escape his imagination however, he ends up shouting in something between a scream and a squeal. As his date mate you have to inform him, that the sweater provides no sound proofing. At that he lowers his sweater back down and clears his throat, “EH-HEM… NYEH HEH… OF COURSE… I KNEW THAT…. IT WAS VERY INTENTIONAL AFTER ALL…. OKAY WELL I THINK I LEFT THE OVEN FAUCET RUNNING SO I SHOULD GO CLOSE THE SOCK.” He’s not really making sense at this point…. but you stop him from fleeing by asking sadly, “Do you not like the outfit?” Now you have him trapped…. of course he can’t deny liking it, not after that display he put on. He’ll turn around back towards you, fidgeting with his sleeves, “NYEH HEH… ACTUALLY… I LOVE IT IN FACT……. PERHAPS………..”, “Perhaps?” you urge him to continue. “WELL, I THINK THERE’S SOME….. UHM…. CLEANING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE IN THE BEDROOM.” He doesn’t wait for a response, his face is bright pink at this point and he kind of just flails his sleeves as he stumbles towards the bedroom hoping you’ll pick up what he’s putting down… Although he’ll probably be the one pick you up wink wonk…..LMAO

#not snowpoff writes #ask not snowpoff #he's a spicy boi #Also yes you did indeed find me HAHAHA #spicy soft papyrus

[jmbringitonworld]

Good Girl Needs Kiss

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there.

I'm supposed to be taking a break from writing. I was just going to post the Dream&Nightmare brotherly bonding oneshot I had just finished (which will now have to wait until I've finished this nonsense), and take a break. But this post by @a-snowpoff popped up on my dash, and the tags immediately gave me this ridiculous idea for a fic, which demanded to be written. So here we are, with my latest mistake.

UPDATE: There will be minor Frans (Frisk x Sans) later, so if that's not your cup of tea, DON'T bother reading this and complaining to me later (seriously, I'm sick of it).

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Chapter 1 : A Doggone Disaster

This entire mess started with a simple, innocent wish, as do most of my bad ideas. I just wanted to be able to communicate with animals, so that I could finally have a proper conversation with my black cat familiar, Midnight. Now don’t get me wrong, I could understand Middy about as well as any cat owner could understand their pet, but my little furball and I had a special connection, as a witch and her familiar! We should be closer than your average pet and their owner! I wanted to be able to ask him why he kept leaving dead mice in my slippers, or why he sometimes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, when there was nothing there besides cobwebs, or why he’d suddenly start yowling in the middle of the night. And, you know, actually receive a proper answer for once. Did he think my slippers were tiny cauldrons he could use? Were the spiders gossiping about me behind my back? Was he chatting up the local ghosts? I had to know!

So, I did the natural thing, and brewed a potion for understanding animals. Simple. But then I wondered about the potency of the spell. How strong was this ability it would grant me? Would I be able to understand all animals, or only some? It would be awful if it was the former. I didn’t want to be able to hear every single creature that creeped and crawled in my lovely little witch’s cottage, after all. And I definitely didn’t want to listen to the animals getting it on in my backyard, especially not those horny foxes, I heard them enough as it was. So then, how to narrow the effect down? And then it hit me. A love-based enchantment! With that, I would be able to tailor the effects of the spell, to only work on those whom I had especially strong feelings for. Genius. What could possibly go wrong?

What I had failed to take into account, however, was one tiny, crucial detail: I was an utter dumbass , who’d never gotten a single spell right on the first try, and whose magical endeavours were more miss than hit. In my defence, most of my screw-ups were entirely fixable, with the consequences being, at worst, a tad... explodey. Nothing I couldn’t work around or reverse. I would be fine , I told myself, surely .

And so, it was with all the confidence of someone who really should know better, that I downed my smoking, puce-coloured concoction, choking down the thick, goopy mixture, while reflexively supressing the urge to gag, and waited, eagerly, for the magic to kick in. It took a couple of seconds, but then, with a * poof* , my world erupted into smoke. It took a while for my coughing to die down, as the smoke cleared away, but eventually I opened my eyes.

Why was everything so big?

Looking around, I noticed how gigantic my home appeared, as if it’d grown a dozen sizes. Wait a minute . A dreadful thought hit me. What if everything around me hadn’t grown , but instead, I’ d shrunk . Fuck. I looked down at myself. Double fuck. What I saw were two fluffy paws. Not hands. Not feet. Paws . Trying to turn around, I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell over, landing in a mass of soft fabric. It took me a little while to realise that those were my official witch robes. I’d become so small, that my clothes no longer fit me. I was completely naked, on top of being much shorter and fluffier than normal. Lovely.

It took a lot of stumbling, shuffling and tripping, but I eventually managed to coordinate all of my limbs enough to make my way over to my floor-length mirror. My jaw dropped at the image which greeted me.

I was a dog.

And not just any dog. A chihuahua . Well, fuck me .

It’s not that I hated dogs, per se, but being a self-respecting witch, I obviously preferred cats. I did get on quite well with my local wolf pack, but that was about it. And now I’d managed to turn myself into a dog. No, a chihuahua . Those nasty, yappy little blighters some weird women liked to carry around in their purses and dress up in ridiculous outfits. Why couldn’t I have been a husky, or a German Shepherd, or something a little more dignified, and a little less... this ? Urgh...

A dark shadow fell over me. Startled, I looked up and realised that Midnight had managed to sneak up on me, without my notice.

“You stealthy bugger, this is all your fault!” I told him.

Or at least, I tried to. But all that came out of my mouth were several high-pitched barks. Oh right, I’m a dog now. Midnight tilted his head at me, studying me with the same intense look of curiosity he wore when examining some new toy I’d gotten for him. He sniffed me, his long whiskers tickling my face and making my nose twitch, then meowed at me. I stared at him. No. No, it couldn’t be. I couldn’t have screwed up this badly! He meowed again. Oh. My. Stars .

I howled (literally) in rage, as I realised that, not only had I been transformed into a dog, not only was I a fucking chihuahua of all things, but I still could not understand a single damn thing my cat was saying! All that work, all those ingredients, all this humiliation and inconvenience I was currently suffering! It was all for nothing ! Could this debacle get any worse?!

As if to answer my hypothetical question, and add salt to my proverbial wounds, Midnight turned his back to me and sauntered away, his long, black tail waving in the air, as if to bid me goodbye. Traitor! Don’t abandon me when I’m at my lowest! We’re supposed to be partners! Come back heeeeere! But my heartless bastard of a cat merely leapt through an open window, with all the grace and agility my clumsy, canine body could only dream of, and disappeared from view. I was officially alone.

Well, fine. Fine , then. I didn’t need anyone. I could fix this, on my own. I was a big girl and a competent witch, right? Wrong , my mind whispered, but I promptly shoved that unhelpful thought aside, and focused on trying to find a solution to my current predicament. First things first, what went wrong? As I pondered that question, I thought back to the lessons my mother, a famed sorceress in her own right, had taught me as a child. All spells were inherently tricky, she would say, no matter how simple they seemed, and it was best to never overcomplicate them, as any number of things could affect a spell’s outcome.

So, perhaps some of the ingredients hadn’t reacted the way I’d expected? Was it the eye of newt that was the problem? Or did I put in too much bat saliva? Maybe I should’ve added some extra frogspawn, to stabilise the mixture a bit more? Hmmm... Oh! I suddenly remembered how my mother had advised me to avoid combining different magical mediums, as it was always difficult to predict how they’d interact with each other, even if their normal effects seemed very straightforward. I guess I shouldn’t have added that enchantment to my potion. Oops. To be fair, my mother did it all the time, but then again, she was an experienced witch and master spellcaster, while I was... not. Yet , at least. But someday, I would be! If I ever managed to return to human form, that is.

I sighed, feeling my ears droop and my tail lower to the floor. But I didn’t allow myself to wallow in self-pity for too long, as I soon pulled myself together and shook my head, my entire body following suit. Okay, think . How do I undo the spell? Well, enchantments were generally easier to break than trying to reverse a potion’s effects, every witch knew that, so I should try to figure out how to do that . The enchantment I’d placed on the potion was based on feelings of love. So perhaps it was those same feelings of love which would break the spell? An idea started to form in my mind.

What about true love’s kiss?

That broke most curses, after all, and what was a curse if not a malicious enchantment? And love was the most powerful magic in the world, with a kiss from one’s true love being the single most effective cure to most unwanted spells. I nodded my head decisively, my overlarge ears flapping with the motion. Love got me into this mess, so love would get me out of it! There was only one problem. I didn’t have a true love.

Being a witch was a full-time job, after all, and a mysterious and often dangerous one at that, with many unforeseen consequences. Case in point: me. A dog. The point was, I hadn’t had the chance to get out much and socialise with the general populace, and hadn’t been on many (read: any) dates. So, I would need to find someone to fall in love with me and give me a kiss. I looked down at my very fluffy paws. While being a dog, I mentally added. How the hell was I supposed to get someone to fall for me as a chihuahua?

I bit my lip, or rather, I tried to, and just ended up baring my teeth in a growl. Well... Maybe it didn’t have to be romantic love? I did specify my platonic love for my cat, when creating the enchantment, so maybe that same, warm, fuzzy adoration for one’s pet would be enough to break the spell? I dearly hoped so. It was either that, or find a zoophile, and I really wasn’t too keen on the latter. So, I needed to find a shmuck- uh, I meant, a kind soul who loved dogs, and who would take one look at my, erm, cute , tiny, fluffy self, and love me enough to kiss me. And then, poof! I’d be back to normal! Easy peasy.

I grinned as best as my doggy mouth would allow me (which probably still just looked like a grimace). What a foolproof plan! All I needed to do was to put it into action. And the best place to find a dog lover, was the dog park. With my tail automatically starting to wag, and consequently shaking my entire body, given how tiny I was, I got to my feet, uh, paws, and made the long, arduous trek to the nearest dog park.

~~~

It took me the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, as I slowly got used to walking on all fours, but eventually I arrived at my destination. The change in my body was more apparent than ever, as a tidal wave of intense and unfamiliar scents assailed my now incredibly sensitive nose. I stood, frozen in place, as my brain went into overdrive trying to process all these new smells. I hadn’t been this overwhelmed since the first time I entered my mother’s study as a child, and discovered all of her mysterious and mystifying arcane instruments, and all of her ancient tomes filled with esoteric knowledge.

As I stared out at the wide expanse of grass in front of me, and all of the people walking and running around, playing with their pooches, I realised that I could still see the same variety of colour as I could as a human. It seemed that I hadn’t acquired dogs’ dichromatic vision along with their keen sense of smell. Thank my guardian stars for small mercies...

Just then, a flash of white bone crossed my field of vision and something in my doggy brain pinged . Before I realised what was happening, I was already running at full speed towards it and, once I was near enough, I launched myself into the air, jaws wide open and closed them around the hard, white osseous matter.

“YOWCH!!!”

I barely had time to process that almost earsplittingly loud exclamation of pain, before gigantic hands came around my body and firmly yanked me off of the bone I’d just bitten into. Those hands then carried me up, up, up into the air and came to a stop in front of a skull. Said skull proceeded to glare at me, in a way human skulls definitely couldn’t , and started talking.

“YOU MALEVOLENT MUTT! I KNOW THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM IRRESISTIBLE. HOWEVER! MY BONES ARE NOT FOR EATING!! SO IN FUTURE, PLEASE DEVOUR ME WITH YOUR EYES! AND NOT WITH YOUR MOUTH!!”

As his abnormally loud voice washed over me, the realisation dawned on me, then, that I’d just bitten a skeleton monster. Like some rabid animal . How utterly mortifying... Without conscious thought, my ears drooped down, flattening themselves against my head, and my tail tucked itself between my legs. I could feel my eyes widening and my body trembling, as the most pathetic, high-pitched whimpers I’d ever heard, escaped my mouth.

The monster’s expression visibly softened, against all laws of skeletal anatomy, and he sighed heavily, despite being a literal skeleton. Monsters were honestly fascinating , maybe I could persuade this one to let me examine him in the future. Once I’d returned to normal, of course. Ignorant of my inner thoughts, the monster lowered me back to the ground, and gently pet my head.

“OH, NEVER MIND, LITTLE ONE,” he smiled brightly at me, the sunshine glinting off of his pearly white teeth. “I FORGIVE YOU! I AM AN UNDERSTANDING SKELETON, AFTER ALL. I’M SURE THAT YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT ME. YOU OBVIOUSLY COULDN’T CONTROL YOUR URGE TO HAVE A TASTE, WHEN PRESENTED WITH SUCH FINE BONES! I UNDERSTAND! BUT PLEASE!! BE A BIT MORE CAREFUL IN THE FUTURE, OKIE DOKIE?”

And with that, he gave me another few gentle pats to my head, causing my tail to instinctually start wagging wildly, shaking my whole body with the force of the motion, and he stood up. As he walked away, I felt compelled to chase after him. Some primal part of me recognised a kind heart when it saw it, and wanted more of this nice stranger’s wonderful head pats. If the skeleton monster, Papyrus as he’d called himself, noticed me, he gave no indication, continuing his march through the park at a brisk pace, and swivelling his skull around as if searching for something or someone.

After what I estimated was about ten minutes of trailing along behind him, I started to slow down, my limbs growing unbearably heavy and my muscles aching, as my exhaustion from the day’s events finally caught up with me. Coming to a halt, I collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily, and watched Papyrus’s form get further and further away from me. Distress gripped my heart. No! Please don’t go! Don’t leave me! I cried out to his retreating back, and sharp, keening wails filled the air in place of words.

Papyrus froze, before swiftly turning around and marching right back to me. Stopping in front of my prone, tired body, he crouched down to caress my fur with long, gentle strokes.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER, FRIEND?” my ears perked up at the name, and at the warm tone of his voice. My tail began to wag, though much more sluggishly than before, and Papyrus smiled down at me. “YOU’VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME FOR A WHILE NOW. DO YOU WISH TO JOIN ME AND HELP ME SEARCH FOR MY OWN, LOST DOG? HE’S RUN OFF, AGAIN , THAT PERNICIOUS PUP! AND I’M LOOKING FOR HIM. I WOULD APPRECIATE THE COMPANY.”

Yes! I very much would like to join you! I wanted to tell him, but my delighted barks and yips conveyed my meaning well enough. Papyrus seemed to take them for the affirmation that they were, and stood up, looking down at me with a warmth that made my tail wag.

“GOOD GIRL, YOU’RE JUST LOST AREN’T YOU?” he asked me, tone soft and pitying.

He wasn’t wrong, though not in the way he meant it. I weakly tried to stand up, to walk with him once more, but my tired legs could no longer support my body, and I slumped back to the ground. Papyrus frowned down at me, his expression worried.

“OH NO! ARE YOU TIRED, GIRL?”

Without waiting for a response, not that I could really offer one in my state, the tall skeleton picked me up again and tucked me into the crook of the arm not holding a leash. Immediately, I was surrounded by the smell of snow and... spaghetti? It was oddly pleasant, and so comforting, soothing my soul like the greatest calming draught in the world. I snuggled closer into his hold, woofing softly in relief. Satisfied that I was secure and comfortable, Papyrus resumed his search.

From such a high vantage point (goodness, he really was tall, wasn’t he?), I could see far into the distance, though I tried my best not to look down. The height really was dizzying. Being this close to Papyrus, I could hear him grumble to himself.

“I BET THAT MEDDLING CANINE FOUND A STASH OF DOG SLIME TO ROLL AROUND IN!! THIS WOULD BE THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK! JUST HOW MANY BATHS DO I NEED TO GIVE ONE DOG IN A WEEK…”

He then peered down at me, giving me a considering look. I yipped in his arms, my tongue sticking out as my tail wagged at the attention. Ah crap, these doggy instincts were getting stronger...

“CERTAINLY YOU’D KEEP CLEAN IF I BATHED YOU,” he continued to think aloud.

Well of course I would! Dog slime is not for rolling around in! It’s for adding to witchy brews, to curse someone with the compulsion to chase squirrels and bark at strangers! I huffed at him, offended at the very idea of doing such a thing, and something about my expression or my demeanour must have tickled his funny bone, because he tilted his skull back and laughed.

“NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE YOU WOULD! YOU’RE A GOOD GIRL, AREN’T YOU?”

I am! I barked out, feeling proud of myself, inexplicably. Blessed stars, I really have turned into a dog, haven’t I? Hopefully these canine thoughts don’t get any worse. I prayed that the effects of my botched spell were entirely reversible...

After almost an hour of fruitless searching, Papyrus came to a stop, sighing loudly and slumping his shoulders.

“NYOO HOO HOO... DESPITE MY VERY BEST EFFORTS, I HAVE FAILED TO FIND MY DOG... AND IT IS GETTING LATE. I NEED TO RETURN HOME AND PREPARE DINNER. I CANNOT LET MY BROTHER STARVE, BECAUSE OF MY TARDINESS!! I SHALL RETURN HOME, COOK DINNER, AND THEN RETURN TO CONTINUE MY SEARCH! AND I WON’T STOP LOOKING UNTIL I’VE FOUND THAT DOG! EVEN IF IT TAKES ME ALL NIGHT!!”

Papyrus looked really fired up, sparks of light shining in his dark eye sockets, as he clenched the fist not holding me. Then, he glanced down at me, his brows furrowing fretfully.

“AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, LITTLE LADY?” he asked, as if I could answer him. “DO YOU HAVE A HOME TO RETURN TO? A KIND AND LOVING FAMILY THAT IS MISSING YOU RIGHT NOW?”

At that, I thought back to Midnight, and how he’d left me, all on my own, without so much as a backward glance. I complained aloud. I should’ve gotten a toad, instead, or an owl! Those would be more loyal. Less cuddly, though... I miss my kitty ...

Papyrus must’ve taken my shrill, puppy whines as an admission of loneliness, for he quickly cuddled my body closer to his, running one phalange through my fur and scratching me under my chin. Oh. That felt rather nice, actually. Yes, more of that please .

“IT’S ALRIGHT, TINY MISS! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS ,  SHALL BE YOUR FRIEND!! YOU MAY STAY WITH MY BROTHER AND I FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIKE! I PROMISE TO CARE FOR YOU JUST AS WELL AS I DO WITH MY OTHER DOG! AND MAYBE YOU COULD TEACH HIM A FEW MANNERS ALONG THE WAY...”

I most certainly could! I’m very polite, I’ll have you know, and am very well-mannered! Just ask the bats living in my roof.

Papyrus beamed at my excited barking, taking in my wagging tail with delight, his eye sockets lighting up once more.

“WOWIE!! I HAVE MADE ANOTHER CANINE FRIEND! AND HOPEFULLY ONE WHO WON’T STEAL MY SPECIAL ATTACKS!”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I gave him another happy bark anyway. He beamed even harder, letting out another loud “nyeh heh heh”, and took off again, with long, decisive steps, towards the car park. When we arrived, Papyrus came to an abrupt halt in front of a sleek, bright red convertible, where a small, white dog was sitting in the passenger’s seat.

“YOU!! HAVE BEEN HERE!! ALL THIS TIME?!?!”

Papyrus stamped his foot angrily, while the white dog only wagged his tail and gave a few high-pitched yips. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the dog looked almost smug. The dog seemed to take notice of me and leaned forwards eagerly, barking excitedly and wagging his tail harder. Papyrus stopped fuming, then, and held me out towards the other dog, who proceeded to start sniffing me curiously.

“LOOK!! I HAVE FOUND US ANOTHER FRIEND! SHE’LL BE LIVING WITH US FROM NOW ON, SO BE GOOD, OKAY?”

The little white dog barked again, which Papyrus seemed to take as agreement, if his pleased “nyeh heh heh” was anything to go by. He carefully placed me next to the white dog, and rounded the car to take the driver’s seat. As Papyrus started up the car and drove us out of the dog park, my canine companion had clearly decided that I was sufficiently friend-shaped, as he then did his level best to completely cover me in dog slobber. It reminded me of that time a client had asked me to commune with the spirit of her recently deceased wife, who’d then gone on to nearly drown me in ghostly ectoplasm, because I’d misread the incantation, and caused the spirit to believe I was trying to flirt with her, in front of her widow. Ah, good times...

~~~

By the time Papyrus parked his car in front of a large, two-story house, the sun had well and truly set. Exiting his car, the skeleton monster reached over and plucked me out of my seat, cradling me in his arms once more, while the white dog chose to make his escape, leaping out of his seat and dashing through the small dog flap installed in the front door. Papyrus paid him no mind, and made his way into his home, kicking open the door with one foot and loudly announcing his arrival.

“SANS!!! I’M HOME!! AND I’VE BROUGHT A NEW FRIEND!!”

A skull, rounder than Papyrus’s, peaked out from the couch, grinning widely at us.

“oh really? heh, good for you, bro,” his voice was lower and deeper than the taller skeleton’s, and his eyelights looked around for a second, before zeroing in on me when Papyrus held me out in front of him.

“I FOUND THIS SWEET, LITTLE LADY AT THE DOG PARK. SHE WAS NICE ENOUGH TO HELP ME LOOK FOR THAT MISCHIEVOUS PUP WHEN HE RAN OFF, SO I’VE OFFERED TO LET HER STAY WITH US, SINCE SHE HAS NOWHERE TO GO.”

I gave a little woof, putting on my best innocent little angel face, but I wasn’t sure how well that translated on my new chihuahua face. I hoped I wasn’t grimacing like some demented gremlin. But Sans’s grin widened and his eye sockets crinkled at the edges, as he stared at Papyrus’s proud smile.

“that sure was kind of ya, pap. you’re so cool,” his tone was sincere and there was genuine affection in both his expression and his voice. It was clear to me that these two (brothers, right?) were very close. Papyrus did his “nyeh heh heh” laugh again, which I had to admit was really starting to grow on me, before lowering me to the floor, giving me one last head pat, then striding off to an adjacent room. Not wanting to be left alone with a stranger, I ran after him, following him into what I could only assume was the kitchen.

What proceeded was the most intense cooking session I’d ever borne witness to. Papyrus was a very passionate individual, that much was abundantly clear, and he seemed to put his all into everything he did, at least when it pertained to cooking. Ingredients were tossed around like he was launching attacks, and he never stayed in one spot for too long, hopping from one place to another, as if he was dancing to a tune only he could hear.

He was definitely enjoying himself, if his loud laughing and gleeful grin were anything to go by, and his enthusiasm was infectious. I couldn’t help cheering him on, in my own doggy way, and he seemed to take it positively, his movements becoming more frenzied as I barked and howled. He even started to add dramatic flourishes whenever possible, and shot me the occasional wink, as I wagged my tail like never before. When I started spinning around, barking madly, no longer able to contain my energy, Papyrus laughed even harder, the sound filling the room and probably the entire house.

The sound of deep, rumbling laughter caught my attention, and I spun around towards it. Sans was leaning against the door frame, bright eyelights taking in the scene with obvious delight.

“you guys seem to be havin’ a lotta fun in here,” his voice was full of amusement at our antics, fondness clear in his expression as he gazed at the two of us. Papyrus turned to face his brother, striking a pose with his hands on his hipbones and his long, red scarf fluttering behind him, despite the lack of a breeze.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH!! INDEED WE ARE!! I’M GLAD TO HAVE FOUND A FELLOW COOKING ENTHUSIAST!! IT IS SO WONDERFUL TO HAVE SUCH AN APPRECIATIVE AUDIENCE FOR ONCE!!”

A beep went off, and Papyrus beamed.

“AND YOU ARE RIGHT ON TIME, BROTHER! DINNER IS READY!”

And in a flurry of movement, Papyrus plated up two heaping helpings of mouthwatering spaghetti. That would explain why both he and his entire house smelled so strongly of the pasta dish. It was plainly obvious that it was a favourite of his. He then set both plates on the table in the nearby dining room, before filling up two small bowls with dog food. When he placed the bowls on the floor, the fluffy white dog seemed to materialise out of thin air, given how suddenly he appeared, and launched himself at the nearest bowl, tucking into the dog food with gusto. Meanwhile, I could only eye the dog food with distaste. That was another thing that hadn’t transferred over to my new form: I didn’t have the same tastes as a real dog.

With only one option left, I pattered over to Papyrus and started pawing at his leg, whimpering as sadly as I could manage. When he looked down at me, I willed my eyes to widen into irresistibly adorable puppy dog eyes (much easier in my current body). Feed me , I tried to convey to him, I’m naught but a poor, hungry little pupper, begging for some scraps . He seemed to get the message, his skull taking on a look of pity.

“HAS THE DELECTABLE SMELL OF MY SPAGHETTI ROBBED YOU OF YOUR APPETITE FOR LESSER FOODS?” at my answering * bork! *, he nodded his skull gravely. “IT’S UNDERSTANDABLE. I SHOULD HAVE PREDICTED THIS! I’M SORRY, MY LITTLE LADY, FOR NOT NOTICING SOONER! HERE!! TAKE MY PLATE! THERE’S PLENTY LEFT, SO EAT ALL YOU LIKE! AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME. I SHALL GET MYSELF ANOTHER PLATE!”

He deposited his plate in front of me, and I wasted no time in digging in. Despite the show he’d made of cooking it, and all of his exaggerated actions, the spaghetti was surprisingly delicious. Papyrus clearly knew what he was doing in the kitchen and was a more masterful chef than he initially seemed. I resolved to have more faith in him in the future, he definitely deserved it.

When we’d all finished eating (my portion of dog food having been devoured by the other dog, much to Papyrus’s dismay), Sans retired to his bedroom, bidding his brother goodnight and yawning widely, while the white dog curled up in his basket in the living room. Papyrus made me a little nest of blankets and pillows, promising to get me my own dog bed in the morning. With one last, full body pet and a few extra ear scritches, he too retreated to his bedroom on the upper floor, turning off all the lights as he went.

With the room now plunged into total darkness, I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible within my temporary bed, and closed my eyes. Today had taken many, very unexpected turns, but for every dark cloud, there was a silver lining, and mine was meeting Papyrus. I’d known him less than a day, but he’d already found his way into my heart and had built himself a permanent home there, I was sure of it. He was so kind to me, despite the less-than-ideal way I’d introduced myself, and had a high-spirited magnetism that I couldn’t take my eyes off. Something about him drew me inexorably to him, and being a witch, I knew not to ignore fate when she showed her hand so clearly. This skeleton monster was the one who would break my spell and return me to my true form, I was certain of that.

As sleep was beginning to claim me, a sudden sound snapped me right back to full consciousness. Now fully alert, I scanned my surroundings for the source of the noise, and spied two yellow, luminescent eyes by the open window, glowing like floating lanterns in the darkness. I almost yelped in alarm, before I realised that I recognised those eyes. Midnight! You’ve come back to me!

I shot up and ran towards him, as he silently alighted on the floor. The black cat gave me a few sniffs, before bumping his nose against mine in greeting, blinking slowly at me. If my eyes could tear up, they would’ve, given how relieved I was at being reunited with my beloved familiar. Things really were looking up, after all!

But then the white dog apparently noticed our new visitor, and trotted over. The two animals seemed to take an instant liking to each other, sniffing each other thoroughly and circling each other like two excited children playing together. The two then pranced off, beginning an impromptu game of tag and proceeding to completely ignore my presence.

I stared in disbelief at my traitorous familiar, who had once again abandoned me, to go play with a stupid dog . I growled at him. You asshole! How dare you forsake me! Again! See if I give you any more catnip from now on! I swore that, as soon as I returned to human form, the first thing I would do was use a laser pointer to make that jerk run head-first into a wall...

Eventually, the racket from the animals’ playtime, and my aggrieved wails, woke up Papyrus, who stomped down the stairs, turning the lights on, and glaring at us with his arms crossed.

“COME NOW, I KNOW WE’VE ALL HAD AN EXCITING DAY, BUT-” he cut himself off as he spotted the black cat amongst us. Blinking, he approached the intruder and knelt down beside him. “OH HELLO THERE! WELCOME TO SCENIC OUR HOUSE! I’M NOT USED TO HAVING VISITORS OVER AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT, BUT YOU SEEM TO BE A FRIEND OF MY ANNOYING DOG, SO YOU’RE VERY WELCOME HERE, OF COURSE!”

I whined my complaint at the fact that Midnight was supposed to be my friend, not the dog’s. Papyrus reached out towards my cat and picked him up, scrutinising him carefully. He peered closely at Midnight’s collar and squinted his eye sockets at the tag.

“OH! SO YOUR NAME IS MIDNIGHT! WELL THEN, MR. MIDNIGHT, YOU’RE MORE THAN WELCOME TO STAY HERE FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIKE! ANY FRIEND OF MY PET’S IS A FRIEND OF MINE!”

I grumbled to myself, as Papyrus put my cat back down, and barked angrily when Middy once more ignored me in favour of pouncing on that white dog, tackling him to the floor and proceeding to wrestle with him. Papyrus beamed at their playful tussle, but I turned away, padding over to the corner of the room, facing the wall, and started howling my misery for all the world to hear. I was distraught , and godamitall I was gonna express that!

I abruptly stopped crying when I was lifted unceremoniously into the air, and pressed into hard bones. It took me a moment to realise what had happened, but once I’d processed the fact that Papyrus was hugging me, I calmed down against my will. The tall skeleton’s embrace was tight enough that I could feel his attempt to comfort me, but he didn’t squeeze me so tightly that it hurt. Papyrus had always made sure to never hurt me, no matter what.

“AWWW... POOR GIRL... YOU MUST HAVE FELT SO LONELY, SEEING THE OTHER TWO PLAYING TOGETHER, WITHOUT YOU,” his voice was softer than I thought it capable of, and it helped soothe the sting I felt at my familiar preferring another’s company over mine. “BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU THREE CAN’T STILL ALL BE FRIENDS! IT’S ALWAYS MORE FUN TO HAVE MORE FRIENDS!”

But something in my expression must have clued him in to how little his words appeased me. He sighed, then offered me a gentle, reassuring smile.

“IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM, THEN THAT’S OKAY TOO!! NOT EVERYONE CAN OR SHOULD BE FRIENDS, AND YOU SHOULD NEVER FORCE YOURSELF TO LIKE SOMEONE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO!!” then his expression brightened. “AND NO MATTER WHAT, I’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR GOOD FRIEND!! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO BE THE VERY BESTEST OF BEST FRIENDS!! AND THE VERY COOLEST OF COOL DUDES!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

I couldn’t have stopped my tail from wagging if my life depended on it. This guy never failed to lift my spirits. At my joyful yipping and yapping, Papyrus pet my head, and then, instead of putting me back down, he carried me in his arms up the stairs, flicking off the lights, and entered the first room we came across.

My eyes could barely make anything out in the darkness, but as we came closer, I could see that his bed was shaped like a racing car. It felt incredibly fitting. Papyrus lied down on his bed, placing me on his sternum, and lifted his blanket up to cover us up to my neck. With both of us tucked into his bed, the monster rested one large, skeletal hand on my back, and I relaxed under its comforting weight.

“MY MISCHIEVOUS DOG SOMETIMES SNEAKS INTO MY BED WHILE I’M RESTING, NO MATTER HOW OFTEN I SHOO HIM OUT. HIS PAWS ARE SO COLD! IT’S AWFUL!!” his frown softened into a smile as the hand on my back started stroking me, up and down, very gently. “BUT NOT YOU. YOU’RE VERY WARM, AREN’T YOU? SOFT AND WARM AND CUDDLY. MY GOOD GIRL.”

As his sweet words of praise drifted into my ears, I closed my tired eyes and snuggled closer to Papyrus. Below me, I could feel a gentle thrumming, soft pulses of warmth and magic, which made something in my chest, something my witch training had taught me was my soul, answer back with its own light humming. It was these tender feelings which followed me into my dreams that night.

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This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it expanded without my consent, and I've had to concede to making it a twoshot. I pray it doesn't grow any more than that, because I really don't want to make this any longer than it needs to be. It's just supposed to be a short, silly, occasionally sweet, fic. Not some massive project I don't have the energy for. Next (and hopefully last) chapter should be out within a week, unless real life screws me over (again), and then I'm going to hibernate for a while and not even think about writing for the next few centuries. I can't wait （；´д｀）ゞ

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

#JMB writes #papyrus x self insert #papyrus x reader #papyrus #reader is a witch #reader is a dog for most of the fic #she wants to fix that ASAP #romance is gonna be pretty one-sided on account of reader being a dog #mostly fluff and humour #you get to see just how unfunny I really am #papyrus my beloved #update: future minor frans #future sans x frisk #saying this in case that bothers you and you want to rant to me about it later

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Snowpoff i literally DIDN'T KNOW PRUNSEL EXISTED UNTIL I READ YOUR CUTE LITTLE ONESHOT?? THEIR ADORABLE! YOU'RE WRITING IS TOP TIER!! I will pat a photo realistic eyeball actually qdwkjbdbh

Oh HECK YE! Welcome to the Prunsel Simp Club! We welcome you with open eyes!

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#ask snowpoff #prunsel beloved