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Papyrus:
You watched the fire flicker on the candle slowly, holding back the urge to run your hand across it and engulf its warmth on your hands. The power was out all over the town, so you’ve decided to spend the night with Papyrus, wanting to have some company. Papyrus hummed softly, folding the clothes in ease and often stealing glances of you from time to time. He watched as you blew the fire gently and let out a small laugh, which flustered him a bit. He noticed the light of the fire going out as you repeated your actions once more but in a quicker manner. He blinked and thought for a moment before speaking up. “WOW HUMAN, YOU’RE REALLY GIVING THAT CANDLE A REAL BLOWJOB!”
You stopped your actions and slowly processed what he said, a fit of loud laughter escaping your lips right after. Papyrus jumped back in shock and a tad blush colored his cheekbones as he listened to your laughter howl throughout the room. He felt his heart jump out of his chest and was unable to take his eyes off of you. He wasn’t aware of what made you laugh in his sentence but was glad he said it anyways. He wondered how a human being could be so attractive. He just wanted to engulf you in his arms and kiss you on the spot, but stopped himself. You wiped your eye contently and looked at a blushing and awestrucked Papyrus. “Pap, you okay? Ha..” He broke from his train of thought and grinned brightly at you. “YOUR LAUGH IS VERY MELODIC AND BEAUTIFUL, HUMAN!”
Mettaton:
You were currently tugging on Mettatons arm, whining loudly at him. “Metta, you promised me you’d sing for me!” He chuckled at your immature behavior, but honestly, that’s what he genuinely loved about you. He smirked teasingly and continued ‘reading’ his book, causing you to cross your arms playfully and pout. “C’mon, please! I don’t care what song anymore!” He rolled his eyes childishly and closed his book, sending you a flirtatious wink. “Fine, you won me over, darling.” He stood from his seat and strutted his way to the open space in front of you with a look of confidence on his face. “Prepared to be blown away, darling.~” He began singing one of your all time favorites without missing a beat. Oh god, his voice literally gave you goosebumps, it was far beyond advanced.
You watched every one of his movements and listened to every beat of his voice, admiring each moment. Well, that was until he had come across a very loud, unsettling voice crack that you knew you weren’t gonna let him live down. He then realized his mistake and slapped a hand on his mouth in embarrassment. He was ready to speak until he heard laughter fill the room and looked at your hunched figure. He felt a spark ignite in his chest and his mind was set on you. Hell, you never failed to surprise him. He felt so proud that he was able to trigger such a beautiful laugh from his crush. Oh, he was definitely head over heels over you. He let out a genuine smile and walked up to you, embracing you in his arms gently. “My, my.. You should laugh more often. Its music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear softly, a grin dancing on his lips.
Sans:
Honestly, you were trying not laugh at Sans puns at the moment. They were horribly ridiculous but you had to admit, it did often trigger your humorous side second by second. Sans was attempting to make you laugh wholeheartedly, craving that one, melodic sound that you had barely made. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing video games and pretending to throw a small fit. “Hey kid, wanna hear hear a vacuum joke?” You gulped nervously, trying to ignore his comments and questions. He grinned lazily and shrugged it off, telling the joke anyways. “Nevermind, it sucks.” You nearly dropped the controller, biting back a laugh for the tenth time. Sans grinned widened as he told another one. “I know these jokes get under your skin..”
“Sans, please-”
“…But nothing goes through mine.” You dropped the controller, which let out a loud thud and began laughing uncontrollably, holding onto your sides. Sans has heard only a small laugh come out of you and was easily pleased by that but right now, pleased was definitely an understatement. He was baffled by your laugh and felt himself melt into it unconsciously. Your laugh was beyond dreamy to him and oh god, he could listen to this forever if he had the chance. He observed your facial expression and felt his grin grow wider by the second. He picked up your controller and shyly sent you a flustered look. “I should make you laugh more often.” You chuckled and hugged him, thanking him for the jokes. “You win, loser.” His shoulders tensed a bit but hugged back, wanting to enjoy the moment for now.
Prompt 87 – “I didn’t wanna wake you up. You just looked so peaceful.” – UT Mettaton
You basked in the comforting warmth of Mettaton’s blankets. God, they were so soft. You wanted to stay in bed with Mettaton and these blankets for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Mettaton had a show to get to in about… one hour. He had asked you to wake him up about an hour and a half early so he could get ready. Crap.
You shifted in Mettaton’s embrace so you were facing him. “Mets, time t-” You cut yourself off when you saw his face. You gently brushed his hair away, revealing the black part of his face that he usually hid under his synthetic hair. He looked so calm. So real. There weren’t any cameras here. No spotlights, no microphones, no audience… just you and Mettaton. The real Mettaton; not just the side of him everyone saw on stage.
You cupped his face and softly kissed his cheek. You rubbed the spot you kissed as Mettaton stirred, tightening his grip on you. His eye fluttered open as he let out a ‘mmm’ sound. He unwound one of his arms from your waist to rub at his eye. “What time is it?” he asked in his familiar, smooth purr.
“…8:17.” You responded, pressing another kiss on his forehead.
Mettaton whined. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
“Sorry.” You giggled. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You just looked so peaceful.” You moved in a little closer, your eyes half lidded. “I’m glad that I get to see this side of you.”
Mettaton smiled warmly before leaning in… and kissing the tip of your nose. You let out a noise of confusion. He put a finger on your lips. “Sorry, darling!~ On-the-lips kisses are for people that wake their boyfriends up on time.”
Anyways!! Have some drama and maybe a little suggestiveness and bloodshed as a side for your romance and fluff! 😀
You’re
always hesitant to lay on top of Mettaton’s more… boxy form. Even
though you know he’s strong – not indestructible, but you’re
definitely not going to hurt him accidentally – in either body,
it’s just difficult to know exactly how to cuddle with him like
this. He’s pretty much just a calculator with arms. There’s no
lap for you to sit on, no legs to wrap your own leg around, no mouth
to make out with.
Still,
he’s just as comfortable like this as he is in his EX form, and it
won’t be forever. It’s not really a big deal. So you sit snuggled
up to him as much as you can be, leaning your head against one of his
corners, watching a segment of a show that involves Napstablook. (You
would think his favorite parts of his own shows would be… any part
that features him. Nope. His favorite bits are the ones that feature
his cousin. It’s really sweet.)
“You’re
being awfully quiet, darling,” Mettaton hums, rubbing one hand over
your shoulder. They feel just like his fingers on his other body. It
feels really nice. “And you haven’t even tried to smooch me once!
Is something the matter?”
Oops.
Looks like he’s caught on. That’s only to be expected; he’s
certainly no airhead. “Sorry, babe.” It comes out as more of a
sigh than you wanted it to. It’s not like you’re upset about
this. You love him, his personality, his kindness and
dramatics and energy – not his body. You’re not that shallow.
You’re almost 100% sure you’d love him even if he didn’t have a
body, if he was still incorporeal. If he was see-through and you
could stick your hand right through him. This is just… an
adjustment from his other form. “I just… don’t really know
where to smooch.”
He
makes a few beeping noises that are followed by a chuckle, as well as
his screen glowing pink in a few places. Hopefully that wasn’t an
offensive comment. “Oh, my. Is that really it? You just can’t
decide? I don’t blame you. Every single part of me is perfectly
kissable.” A finger from his other hand taps against his screen,
and some of the tiles light up to form a heart. “But, why don’t
you try my face?”
“… Because
it’s not really a face?” Although you laugh when you say it,
you’re fairly certain he can guess that there’s something genuine
behind your statement. It’s small, but it’s there. Immediately
after you say it, however, you feel embarrassed and hide your face in
your hands. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t
mean that the way it sounded.”
His
hands gently pry yours away from your face, and then his fingers wrap
around your own. “Oh, sweetheart.” That tone is so familiar. So
comforting. It’s the same one he speaks in whenever he gives you
that soft, patient smile of his. The same one he speaks in when he’s
holding you close and encouraging you to talk about something that’s
bothering you. The same one he speaks in whenever he’s trying to
calm down Napstablook after a bad day. You know the only reason he’s
being so careful and accepting with you is because he knows you well.
If someone who he barely knew said something like that to him, they’d
be getting a look so angry it would make them wish he’d
smacked them. “Do you not like this body?”
“It’s
not that I don’t like it,” you answer. Your voice is a lot
quieter than it was a moment ago. “You’re – I love you.
I don’t just like you because of your EX body. It’s just…
different, you know? You’re in your other body a lot. Most of the
time. So when it’s down for repairs and you’re in this one… I
don’t know. I guess I’m just not as used to this one as I am to
your other one. If it’s any consolation,” you joke weakly, “I’m
not exactly used to when you don’t have a corporeal body,
either. I like all your forms, it’s just… different.”
You
lean into his touch and run your finger down his side. “You just
don’t look like I’m used to you looking. That’s all. It’s not
a bad thing, and I don’t not like this form. I love you no matter
how you look. I’d love you even if you didn’t have a body at all.
I just… miss everything I can do with your other body, I guess.”
A sigh leaves you before you lean down and press a kiss to his
screen. It makes all the tiles on his screen flash pink, and that
makes you smile. “You like showing me how much you love me with
that body, right? And I’m the same way. It’s harder for me to
express my love with this form… just because… I’m used to being
able to do stuff like… kiss your lips, or run my fingers through
your hair, or, like, even play footsie. It’s stupid little stuff.”
“Well,
maybe it is stupid little stuff, but I miss it too… you know?” He
pulls you close, letting out a sigh that sounds almost identical to
the one you just gave. Despite having small hunches that he felt the
same way, it’s nice to hear out loud. “Oh, darling. I miss
feeling you do all that, and I miss being able to kiss you. I mean…
look at me,” he chuckles. “I love this form just as well as my EX
form, sure, but there’s a reason I’ve got both. My EX form helps
me do things I can’t in this form, even though I like both of them.
There are even things I like about having no corporeal form,
actually. You’re right that every form I’ve got is different.”
There’s
a grin in his voice as he moves to recline, guiding you to rest on
top of him. It feels a little awkward, and yet… there’s something
about it that you like. “That being said, there are some things I
can do in this body that my other body can’t do.”
“Like
literally flashing pink when I embarrass you?”
“… More
than that, darling.” Some of his tiles turn crimson. “What I’m
saying, love, is that there’s absolutely no reason we should both
be stuck feeling blue about this. We could have some fun instead.”
For
the first time, you actually feel fully comfortable cuddling with him
in this form. It doesn’t hurt, and it almost feels like lying on
top of him when the two of you get cozy on the sofa while he’s in
his EX form. It’s just a little different. It’s still… nice.
“This is… really… wow. There are probably a whole bunch of ways
we could be all romantic with this form and I’ve just never thought
of them.”
“Tsk,
tsk.” A few more tiles flash into a deep red. All of them are
casting a glow over your body, bathing you in a slight heat. “I
should be disappointed in you, darling. We’ve been together for how
long and you haven’t thought about how to smooch me in all the most
unconventional ways?”
“You’re not disappointed?” you giggle.
“I’m
too busy being excited,” he replies. His hands shift around and are
now stroking against the small of your back. “We have a lot of new
things to try ahead of us. I dare say we might not even get to
everything before Alphys finishes my other form’s repairs. So, what
would you like to do first?”
You tried to keep absolutely still. But god did your nose itch. “Mettaton, can you scratch my nose? Pretty please?” You asked, cracking and eye open. He sighed, giving you that sweet gentle smile. He was always gentle with you.
“You should know better than to distract an artist when he’s working, darling.” the robot chided, waggling a finger. Still, he did give your nose a scratch, to which you were very thankful. You got back into place as he continued brushing your cheeks lightly.
You’d never understand how a robot would be so much better at contouring than you.
“We’re just about finished anyway, sweetheart.” He hummed, making your heart flip as always. The metallic overlay to his voice always gave you a shiver up your spine. He was more attractive than anyone you had ever met, which of course, one would expect when the man was crafted to be perfect. But…it wasn’t just that. No, it was him. Who he was. His personality shined through every bolt and metal plate on him. God he was amazing.
If he ever knew about your feelings, he never let on. Then again,everyone loved him so he probably assumed you did too.
The absence of movement on your face pulled you back from your thoughts.
“All done, darling. No need to thank me~” He cooed. You open your eyes and see a mirror held in his pristine gloved hand.
…..Wow. You looked completely different. But still the same in a way.
“When did you find time to do my eyebrows?” you wondered aloud. Your eyes met his pink ones and you noticed he was…well staring. His lips were parted and his eyes seemed to be in another place.
“Uh Metta?” You felt kind of uncomfortable being stared at so intensely.
He seemed to wake up and laughed, obviously embarrassed.
“Excuse me, darling! You’re just…so very lovely. Just ah…allow me to try something.” He muttered, cupping your jaw with his silk gloves.
Soft. Sweet. Metal. Silicone.
It took you a moment. He was kissing you. Quite enthusiastically in fact. You returned the motion aand you could feel him smile against your mouth.
“Just as I thought.” He whispered, only an inch between your lips and his. “You /do/ taste as good as you look.” He giggled and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him again. There would be questions and feeling talks another time. For now, you just wanted to bask in this moment and the strawberry metal tinged taste of his lips.
…heh. Wow, he knew you were sweet, but he wasn’t expecting so much sugar. He wasn’t expecting you to just lay one on him like that. Don’t worry, he’s not mad though. Just…kind of out of it, for a little while. It takes him a few seconds to process, but after that he’s on cloud nine. He spends the rest of the day spouting the worst puns possible, all with a huge (genuine) grin on his face. Despite the fact that the puns drive Papyrus crazy, he can’t help but note how happy his brother looks.
Papyrus:
OH!! He’s fallen right into your trap!! You mastermind!! You fiend!! You devil!!! Well, now he has no choice!!! He, the Great Papyrus, will do you the honor of becoming your date-mate!!! …That is why you kissed him right?? Of course it was! Your feelings (& subsequently his feelings as well) are very obvious!!! Don’t think this has ended just yet date-mate, he’s still got a trick up his sleeve! It’s…HOLDING YOUR HAND!!!!
Undyne:
Ah. Fufufu, you sneaky little devil!! You totally got her, holy crap!! I hope you like noogies, because she’s giving you noogies. You might have caught her off-guard, but don’t count on doing it again!! She’s gonna get you back for this–with a couple hundred smooches of her own!!! …If that’s okay with you, that is.
Alphys:
…?? She just kinda stands there blankly for a minute, completely oblivious, before the realization just smacks into her like a train. Her entire face goes red & next thing you know she’s screaming internally like a stereotypical anime girl. All the while rambling about how ohmygod was that a kiss did you just kiss her she totally wasn’t prepared her breath probably smells & she didn’t even kiss you back ohmygod are you going to kiss again can you please???
Mettaton:
Oh! Goodness darling, if you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked. He quickly returns the favor, planting one on your cheek with as much glamour & pizzazz as he can muster. If you really wanted to dazzle him, darling, you would have aimed a little more to the left. No problem, though, you just need a little practice~.
So as to avoid getting too angsty, we’re going with the interpretation that getting hit in one’s Achilles’ Heel does not mean instant death (after all, Achilles himself was hit with a poisoned arrow, so…) Also, I like you, you’re mean. Anyhoo!
Toriel would be absolutely horrified- at first. And then furious. Whoever was responsible would pay, and they’d also apologize- unless it was a bigger battle than just a regular encounter. But her biggest priority is to heal you, and get you to safety- invulnerability or not, she is not risking your safety. But if she caused it…? Oh, she’d cry and apologize so much. Of course she’d do whatever she can to fix it and make up for it but how could anyone possibly forgive her for this? She would understand if you wanted to leave her after this- you had told her, and she had ended up the biggest threat…. how could she have done this?
One may not realize it, but Papyrus is an excellent fighter. The thing is, he doesn’t want to fight- he’ll capture enemies, sure, but. He’s not about the violent life, even if he does want to join the royal guard. But if someone hurt you? Well, they’ll see how good he is. After all, Sans isn’t the only one with blasters. And he doesn’t have to help someone get over his attacks. Now, I truly doubt Papyrus could be the cause- his control is simply too good- he can stop an attack in it’s place if he sees that his opponent is too hurt to continue fighting, and this likely comes from growing up with Sans. But if by some horrific miracle he did hurt you? He would never forgive himself and his confidence would likely be shattered. How could he be the Great Papyrus if he managed to hurt someone he loves so much?
Sans is devastated, of course- but he knows the risks of fighting. He can’t avenge you personally, but he can take care of you while you recover, and keep your mind off things. But the thing is? Sans is a popular guy. He’s got friends and acquaintances everywhere. So sure, the one who hurt you might not have a bad time ™ from Sans himself… but don’t think they’re safe. Sans could get the whole Underground after them if he wanted. But if Sans were responsible, you… honestly wouldn’t have to worry. The guy has great control if only because of how his attacks are, and also only 1 attack point. If anything, it might tickle. But dang if he didn’t give himself a heart attack. (He didn’t even think it possible!)
Undyne would break the attacker. Not just bones, the whole attacker. She’d make them rue the day they even looked at you, spitting fire and vulgarities the whole time- but then, she’d just feel guilty. She swore she’d protect you, and that one vulnerability. She trained so hard, and for what…? To- to fail you? And oh, the guilt would be even worse if she were the one responsible. For a while, Undyne would even lose her will to fight. But as the captain of the Royal Guard, it’s not like she can just give up… Forgive her if she avoids you when she trains from now on. She- she just can’t risk it again. She loves you far too much.
Alphys is horrified, of course- horrified and distraught and confused. You’re invulnerable, your only weak point is well protected, she made sure of it, you’re- you’re YOU. How could this have happened? Undyne and Mettaton are more than willing to help avenge you (”I’m not dead,” you tell them. They don’t care. The one who did this is gonna pay.) but ultimately, Alphys isn’t a fighter. She’s going to take care of you though, don’t you worry. And while you recover, she can show you some new shows. Wouldn’t that be nice? If she were the one responsible however, she’d- she’d be so crushed. Any progress she’s made would revert back to zero so hard, and she’d avoid you for a while. Needless to say, she wouldn’t handle it well.
We all know what Asgore’s like when he’s mad- and it’s only the fact that you survived that spares your attacker (who may or may not need a few therapy sessions now). He’s super reluctant to leave you alone at any point now, even after you recover- it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he’s- he’s lost so much already. He can’t lose you too. And if he were responsible, he’d hate himself. … Even more, I mean. He would not use his fire magic, he would not touch his trident- I doubt he’d even touch you, for a while, even to hold your hand. He’d beg for your forgiveness- even though he feels he doesn’t deserve it.
Gaster would be fairly pissed, to put it lightly. He may not be a fighter but he IS a scientist and everyone knows how to get… unethical about it. Needless to say, your attacker would not bother you again. Why, it’s almost as if they’ve vanished completely… only to come back some time later, possibly a bit traumatized. No, no, don’t you worry about a thing, you will not be bothered again. … In truth, I can’t really think of a way for Gaster to cause it himself, save for perhaps indulging in his curiosity eventually- though the moment he noticed he actually hurt you the experiment would stop faster than you can say “ow”. He’d fret so, so much, beg your forgiveness- his curiosity was not worth putting you in danger, and he will NOT forget this lesson any time soon.
Grillby would be furious. Do you know whats scarier than a fire guy staring at you silently? A fire guy staring at you silently but he totally wants to kill you. Thankfully, he has better things to worry about- like getting you to safety. As soon as that’s taken care of, he’d be damn sure to find the one who did it and ensure this never. Happens. Again. If it had been him, however, Grillby would be horrified- he always takes such care to avoid this, after all. He wouldn’t leave you unless you wanted him to, but he’d handle you like paper, or glass- as if dropping you could break you into pieces. I doubt he’d ever forgive himself.
Muffet is… not one anyone would want to anger. And hurting you? Her darling? Oh yes, that would anger her quite a bit. Needless to say, she’d have something new for her next batch. And then she’d dote on you- have you been resting? Do you need another cup of Spider Cider? Perhaps a donut? Monster food heals you, be sure to eat up. Because of her own people’s anatomy she may not react as extremely for long, but she’s very protective of you afterwords and will not risk you so much as catching a cold for a while. If she herself caused it she would be furious with herself- how could she have been so careless?! Of course she’d ensure your recovery, but rest assured it will not happen again. She would never forgive herself.
Mettaton would be so very angry. He’s the star of the Underworld, and you, his nebula- and someone had the nerve to hurt you? Congratulations, they have invented a new kind of stupid. Now, he’s not merciless to kill someone because of that. But you can bet he’s hired all kinds of mercenaries to hurt them for him. He can’t take care of it himself, he needs to get you to a healer as soon as possible! And then he needs to dote on you and recline seductively for your viewing pleasure, so you don’t have to look at some dreary, bland hospital wall while you recover. But if he had been the one to do it- he doesn’t understand. You’re invulnerable, aren’t you? How- how could this happen? How could he have made such a mistake? He’ll do all he can to make up for it- he’ll spend whatever gold he must, do whatever you ask, anything- just please, please forgive him….
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