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OURGH this is such a delicious meal oh my god HORGH OM NOM NOM NOM

The Sparkles are actually dust particles

you did this @skeleton-mischief

dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale

Another ask, omg who is doing all of these?!?

A martial arts master y/n, who does tournaments and runs her own school. One day, a very tall and hyperactive skeleton shows up. (Undertale Papyrus) Too skilled for the other students in the class, you come face to face with a new sparring partner. He seems very friendly. And, in a strange way, kind of flirty too?

btw i do taekwondo so feel free to ask any questions regarding martial arts if need be! :)

Oooh this is fascinating! I've never done taekwondo writing before but I'm eager to try it out! I hope you find that this is up to standard :-)

It always went in one direction, always forward, towards the end. All offense and most importantly focus upon the opponent.

No holding back. After all, he'll manage, he always does.

You formed your hands in a tight grip, launching yourself at him. You dug your fingers into the bicep of the swinging arm and ripped at the cloth while striking the forearm on the same side, straight in with the heel of the palm. Next, you pressed into your advantage as his eyes shrank a fraction, your hand darting towards his neck and pushing with your fingertips striking and temporarily closing his windpipe.

Knees bent, weight forward on the balls of your feet, head lowered. Cyperus glared up at you, straightening into a matching stance. Their eyes locked. Focus. With a yell, you threw a kick at Cyperus's head. He ducked, sliding easily into a leg-sweep, knocking your support from underneath.

The ground smashed into your back, forcing the air from your lungs in a rushing wheeze. You rolled backwards to your feet, still fighting against the tightness in your chest. Cyperus closed in on you, pushing his advantage, legs flying. You blocked as many of the blows as you could, his legs jarring before you twisted it around to him, hands striking his sockets every time you did.

He grunted as you moved towards a kick, watching his foot slide back as he barely avoided the blow. Unfortunately for him, his balance was momentarily weakened due to the sudden movement as he staggered backwards. Cyperus was off balance, he knew it, but before he could do anything you were already lunging forward. There was nothing for it. He couldn't block anything while he was still off-balance.

In a fraction of a second, you lined up your shoulder with Cyperus. You could see the unprotected area on his stance where you would strike. Your left foot forwards, you brought your back foot to the front and shot out. From there you had all the time in the world. All you had to do was turn so your other side faced your opponent, wait for gravity to start pulling him down, and then shoot your right leg out in a straight line, sailing cleanly upon impact with his long legs. Dead center, and down he went.

To finish off, you lowered down your foot into normal stance as your breathing felt even yet heavy. Your eyes stared down at the skeleton, before your voice rang out.

"Stop!"

And with that, you finished your sparring. Your students stared as they stay silently, eyes glued to the both of you. Cyperus, who was once on the ground, stood up into proper stance as his chest heaved. Sweat covered his skull as he panted, his body only slouched temporarily before he straightened his spine. He bowed low and so did you, before you walked towards him. You smiled, offering your hand towards him as he stood at attention.

He grinned, panting in between each word. "YES! haah, I HAVE! I haah APPRECIATE Y-YOUR PRAISE! haaah..." You lead him towards a distant table that provided water, handing it to him as you looked up to him. Despite the fact that he was a skeleton, he clearly has a shape to him. He was broad chested with more narrow hip bones, tall with almost lanky limbs attached. When he was using magic, he smelled of citrus, only now was it accompanied with sweat.

"Cyperus, I find that you've clearly done well. We'll need to practice some more sparring, but you clearly have worked on yourself." Your tone softened as he accepted your hand, his phalanges showing a slightly orange glow. In between each bone a faint, entrancing light caught your attention every time you saw it despite knowing him for awhile now.

He had decided to become a member of your school only a few months ago, but he proved himself to be a worthy student. Not only did he have strong integrity and respect, but he was also very kind. Outside of work, he was actually a very good friend to you. Or at least acquaintances? You were busy pretty often, having to decline his offers frequently or having to rush off every time he tries to stop you for a chat. He never minded, but he always left you feeling fuzzy and slightly lightheaded.

He cocked his head back and tilted the bottle towards his mouth, a faint glow of a tongue visible to your eyes. You averted your stare, especially since you found it embarrassing to even pay attention to something so... peculiar. After he took a swig, you did the same, the two of you feeling slightly sore but perfectly in tact. He leaned against the table with his phalanges clacking against the flat surface, his head tilted to the side. "HEY, I WAS WONDERING SOMETHING,"

You hummed out questionably, acknowledging him to continue. "ARE YOU FREE THIS SATURDAY? I WAS WONDERING IF WE COULD GO ON A DATE." You sputtered slightly at the personal and rather direct question, the water you were drinking spilling slightly onto the floor. He quickly handed you a paper towel, a laugh escaping him as his magic was starting to dim through his bones. "AH-! MY APOLOGIES, WAS THAT TOO FORWARD?"

You accepted the help as he towered over you, crouched down by your feet, not looking at him as you felt warmth forming up on your cheeks and ears that wasn't from sparring. "W-well, it's certainly not a question I expected. But uhm- no, no I'm not." You felt like your heart was pumping even louder in your ears as you wiped away the mess, your spine straightened up like tension on a string begging to be plucked as you tossed the paper towel in the trash.

"WELL-....I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU'RE WILLING TO HAVE A FRIENDLY LUNCH? WITH ME?" You turned your head at his slowly softening voice, struck silent as your mouth went dry.

Oh. Oh.

He wanted to have a friendly, casual lunch. He didn't mean an actual date!

Okay, you can do that.

You could see that there was a wave of uncertainty in his voice, the slight waver as he smiled at you a little more nervously. Despite the confidence that this skeleton upheld, this was one of the few moments he seemed unsure of himself.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF NOT, I THINK THAT GETTING TO KNOW YOU THOUGH WOULD BE AN HONOR. JUST AS FRIENDS? I KNOW IT CAME OFF AS WEIRD," He looked a little hopeful as he clasped his hands together and held it to his chest. If it weren't for the fact that it was him, you would've had your doubts. He simply looked so sincere, and the idea that he wanted to spend time with you filled your body with that tingling sensation he always gave you.

You hardly built relationships with others outside of your passionate work, especially since it was one of the main points you could build control with full confidence. You sucked at socializing otherwise. You debated saying no, simply because you didn't want to look stupid when you tried so hard to remain a facade of composure in front of others. You avoided him simply because it was hard for you to keep this facade, hating the vulnerability you felt in your chest when he was around.

But on the other hand....

You couldn't lie to yourself, and you knew it. He was...charming, and if someone as kind and sweet was willing to spend time with you of all people? You found that your smile was dorky, lopsided as you spoke before you could change your mind. "No! No it's not weird, hah-! Uh... I'd-.... I'd like to. Yes, I want to." You finally found your voice near the end of the sentence, clapping your hands together out of habit for finalization.

He brightened up at this, smiling wide as that confidence that he had now flooded back. He clapped his hands with delight, the edges of his eye sockets scrunching up. "OH YAY!! THANK YOU, I PROMISE TO ONLY PROVIDE THE BEST. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE PICKED UP OR...?" He offered, one of his hands gesturing towards nothing in particular as a grand expression.

You couldn't help but keep smiling at the offer, but you put one hand up in a stop motion. "No, that won't be necessary, but I appreciate it, Cyperus." He dramatically bowed, one of his wrists twirling his hand. "OH BUT OF COURSE. WHY DON'T WE MEET UP DOWNTOWN?" "Sounds like a plan! Thank you, really."

He leaned forward, towering over you just slightly before he took your hand gently in his own. You smelled a slight hint of citrus, but before you realized it, you felt a tingling jolt in your hand as he nuzzled his teeth against your hand. You felt that your ears were just as warm as your face as you stiffened upon the contact, your hand feeling a slight hum. What was-...?

"NO, THANK YOU," He murmured, craddling your hand as his thumb rubbed over the backside. "I FEEL HONORED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER WITH YOU. I DO HOPE THAT YOU FIND ME JUST AS AMAZING AS I FIND YOU." The edges of his mandibles curved up as the softness of his bone felt smooth. Oh, oh...oh stars. You felt lightheaded, your voice strained as you spoke. "I-I see...of course."

You were going to pass out on the spot. He simply let out a chuckle, straightening back up as his hand slipped away from yours. "You're too sweet, Cyperus." You muttered, and he puffed his chest at this. "OBVIOUSLY. HOW CAN I BE THE AMAZING CYPERUS IF I AM ANYTHING BUT SWEET?" He strided over to the cubbies near the entrance, slinging his bag over his shoulders as he waved to you. "I'M OFF TO GO PREPARE FOR TOMORROW NOW. GET HOME SAFELY, ALRIGHT?" You mumbled a response in acknowledgement, though your brain felt overwhelmed.

Ah...back to work.

As he left, you felt that you were subconsciously rubbing your fingers over the area he nuzzled on your hand. You didn't realize that you were standing there for however long you did, but you couldn't help it. He made you feel soft, and he made you feel...good. That's going to be a problem. You heard one of your students call to you, and you rolled your shoulders back as you clapped your hands as a firm reminder to your body that you still were on the clock.

Closing Notes: oh I've been so damn busy over here. I had testing, so I apologize if this took longer than anticipated! I'll be finishing up the other ask when I can, but I hope you liked this @vamppiko

AH NAH SAME HERE!! They're attracted to Jeff the Killer and were into Springtrap while my other friend is obsessed with Gojo like LEAVE ME ALLLOOOOONE😭😭

I'm being made fun of for thinking Sans and Papyrus are attrative by my friend who's taste in characters are conventionally attractive anime people 😭😭😭

"Haha you're attracted to bones" THEY HAVE A PERSONALITY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! 😭😭😭

MOTHERFUCIER IT GLITCHED IT GLITCHED NAOOOUUUYRRRR.

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I desire asks and weird questions, getting to know someone or having a request for something is so fun, especially as a person who likes headcanons or writing requests. Ask me weird stuff I'll try my best to answer as long as it's not weird💥

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THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN.

Choose or die

I was working on that small one shot of Stretch x Reader and idk what happened but I went to it only to find it deleted. I'm so,,,,,normal,,,,,I'm so normal about this,,,,,

Curled up and grabbed my face with an exaggerated wail because I love this interpretation and I adore when people pay more attention to the Papyri since they're all such interesting characters and have their own worlds and characteristics that have so much potential if only people would take it. I've thought about different ways people interpret Stretch for example and I like to think the two have such an awkward relationship due to them both being secretive about stuff and struggling to balance their protective nature and more private lives. I wonder how Stretch would react to Blooper(Blueberror) and visa versa since they both lost a brother and overall struggle with a lot. Blooper has new trauma and Stretch in your interpretation of him has stuff to deal with as well.

GUAHHHHJG/pos

The fact that, oftentimes, even when the Sanses involved in all the Multiverse stuff still have living brothers they're supposedly attached to, those brothers still become irrelevant to their story has always saddened me a bit.

Especially because the Papyruses have the potential to be just as interesting as their brothers.

Like, imagine being Horrortale Paps and your brother gets taken away. Your brother who is the only one holding the little community you live in together. Your brother who is the one making sure that, despite the food scarcity, you still got something in your plate every day.

You worry endlessly about him. You spend days hoping he's still alive, holding fiercely onto that hope that has always defined you. And nobody else believes it. Sans had been starving himself for years, he was bound to drop dead at some point, they say. They all knew it would happen, and they didn't know how to comfort Papyrus when he still refused to believe it.

Papyrus learns to be a leader in his brother's absence. He learns to take charge, become more assertive, and stand up to Undyne. And yet, through it all, he still has the strength to remain kind. He still follows his passion for puzzles. He still cooks any chance he gets. His brother isn't there to act as a buffer between him and the world, so he has to adapt, but adapting doesn't mean giving up everything that is at his core.

And then, one day, Sans comes back. And he has some friends with him. He goes by Horror now, and he's got a bunch of new traumas to deal with. And his friends do too. Killer, Cross, Dust, they're all huddled together, hesitant to approach. Killer's putting on a front, he's all sharp edges and deceiving smiles, Cross is being all formal, he's walking on eggshells constantly, as if Papyrus would hurt him if he dared to step over a line that isn't even there, and Dust doesn't say a word. He doesn't even look at Papyrus.

Papyrus welcomes them all to his home. Horror seems uneasy at first. Papyrus is fine after all. He survived and he and Snowdin are both thriving as much as they can. For a bit, their chat is awkward and stilted, but, eventually, Horror asks: "You don't need me here anymore, do ya bro?". And Papyrus, who never gave up hope and never changed any more than he needed reassures him: "I don't need you, but I would like it if you stayed. I would like to know you're safe" and he's as loud as he's ever been, as bright and positive and, well, Horror can't say no to his little brother.

Cross, Killer, and Dust can also stay as often as they want. His brother has a big heart and he won't care about their bloody pasts. And, yeah, Killer and Cross will probably go back and forth between the Epic Sanses and Horrortale, but at least they have some stability now. At least they know that there is someone out there in the Multiverse who won't look at their scars, their high level, and their EXP and immediately think they're the scum of the Earth, and that's... well, that's nice.

On the other hand, imagine being Underswap Papyrus, and your brother was never taken from you, he chose to leave. And everyone assumes it must have been your fault. Perhaps you were too protective, and that's why. Perhaps you didn't support him enough. Perhaps you didn't get along. Perhaps you were straight-up abusive. The rumors abound both out in the Multiverse and in your own home because Blue didn't go quietly. He doesn't do quiet.

He said goodbye to all his friends while parading around with two literal gods and then he vanished into a golden portal. He dismissed all of your concerns and almost resented you for them. Because he's not weak he's not stupid and he can take care of himself. And you agree with all of those points, he's the coolest after all, but also you know nothing about the Multiverse and there are gods out there, so you can't know if being the coolest is gonna be enough to keep him safe.

Papyrus was never social. He got along with his brother, Ms. Muffet, and the man behind the door. That's his entire circle of friends. And now one of them is gone, and many more people than before have turned hostile. Because Blue is a nice person, he's nice to everyone, he's outgoing and social, of course, he wouldn't just leave his brother unless he did something to deserve that! Especially when everyone knows that Papyrus' HOPE is so low and that he's been struggling with depression for a long time. Blue wouldn't just leave.

Except he did.

Except he left.

Except he's not there anymore, because the Star Sanses could offer him glory and fame, and the love of thousands of AUs, and Papyrus could give him none of that. The only thing he could offer was his support for Blue's dreams and his unconditional love. And it was obvious to both of them that those two things could never be enough.

Papyrus doesn't change, because he was always well-rounded enough to make it by himself, just like his brother was. They were two whole people who never completed one another.

If they meet again, it won't be a sweet reunion like for the Horrortale brothers. It will be in the Omega Timeline if their AU ever gets destroyed. And they will be strangers making awkward small talk that will never develop into anything more than that, because neither of them wants the other to stay.

However, perhaps there in the Omega Timeline Papyrus can find a nice ending to his story. There are people there who are rejects just as much as he is. Who have wild rumors spread about them that are more or less founded than those about him. Other people who lost everything and are trying to find themselves with some help.

And maybe one day he can meet other Papyruses who dealt with being left behind, willingly or not. Horrortale Paps certainly wouldn't mind acquiring a lanky brother too

how do you think the skeles would react to a vampire s/o??

Ooo how fun of a question! I've been brewing with ideas for awhile about this, especially since I have my own ideas for a vampire au with the skeletons. But here? I can have a bit of fun with this. Thank you for the idea >:]

Also-! Since you didn't specify which skeles you wanted, I'll do the main three! If you want some more, don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy

TW/CW: Blood and injury

Imagine it, you owning a home that was lavishly designed and catered to your every need. When you ended up getting injured, you didn't expect yourself to get stuck with monsters who would love you. He couldn't look at you in the eyes sometimes, but to him you're just too beautiful for him to.

To Note: this is during the early 1800's MWAHAHAHA I need the vibe

Vanilla: He didn't realize that you were a vampire at first when you stumbled across him. To him, you looked dangerous, however. He didn't know quite what it was that made him think that, but he was more than willing to tend to your wounds when he found you. The blood on your clothes wasn't just yours, but he didn't dare ask too many questions when he saw your defensiveness. He's just a commoner who happened to have a brother who asked to let you stay. That was enough for him. ...You had pretty eyes, a pretty laugh. When you tilted your head up in the candlelight, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed, he couldn't help but find himself trying to get you to smile more. Weeks pass, he starts to see you more as you bring gifts of food to him and he gets you to laugh more despite your original serious state. It's not until one night, he finds you. You, wearing a red that made him fear you. But when you found him, you had a look of hunger and desperation to you. You found your way to clawing up his clothes as you made your way inside his cabin and pleaded with him. You needed help, needed food, needed him. He was unsure, but....you needed the help. You promised that you would understand if he was disgusted with you, but you needed just one more request for help. He... couldn't say no. So even if it hurts when you sink your fangs into his shoulder, when you clung onto him as you stay beside him, he runs his phalanges through your soft hair and lets you eat. He was tired afterwards, but you thanked him and even helped clean his wounds. You wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. Of course, he'd do anything for you. He loved you, and when he was able to see you again, he made sure to let you know that. It's not something he expected, but if it's who you are, who is he to turn away? The two of you still talk, hang out. You rarely feed on him unless desperate, but you have come to realize that magic blood is much different than human blood. Much more...sweet. So when you come knocking at his door, when you find your way to embrace him in his bed, the two of you can simply lay there for hours, comfortable in each other's presence. He loves you, and in truth you love him, even if neither of you say it out loud.

Cyperus: Out of all the things that he's learned, the most important one to him was to remain kind and to help others. So, when he saw you, running away from danger, it was his first reaction. The blood you wore like a shawl wrapped around your flesh didn't seem to just be your own, but it was clear that you were in distress. He hid you from the guards, the very same ones he aspired to be some day. He stood where he was visible as you hid away, confronted by them. If they had noticed the blood on his leather boots, they would've known something was wrong. When they fled to another location due to his misguidance, he did....hesitate to return to your side. The guards told him that they were on the hunt for a vampire, they needed to kill it. By the expression you had on your face, you were that vampire. But you had looked frightened, clearly injured. He wasn't going to hand you over though, not when it was clear that you needed help. When they left, he made sure to check over your wounds. Holy stars you looked bad, bloody and battered. You were staring at him, he knows you heard what the guards shared. But he didn't dare bring it up, not when you clearly needed healing first. He asked to take you to a healer, a trusted one. You were reluctant, but why would you not trust the monster who just helped you? Before you both fled, he felt the tender touch of your hands on his cheekbones. He tried to ask what you were doing, but you had already pressed a kiss against his cheek before he could speak. Softly, softly you thanked him. Holy shit. Cyperus had to maintain composure, and so he did, even if his skull was a pretty shade of orange and pink hues. You were fixed up that same night, and when you got the rest you needed, Cyperus remained by your side. He held your hand, even with the small glances made his way from the doctor. That was fine with him, he wanted to make sure you felt safe. Yes, you could defend yourself, but sometimes the strong needed help too. It didn't take long for him to befriend you, and even if there was a mutual pining, it flowed naturally. He covered for you, kept you out of the guard's presence since he knew their schedule, and overall kept you in good company. He was delighted to see that Vanilla and you got along as well. Two kind souls can easily flow through magic beyond flesh and bone, two of unique connection. The first time you required blood, it was from a sense of trust. He trusted you to not harm him, and you promised to take care of that trust with utmost attention. You rarely feed in his presence, but it's clear to you that he doesn't mind being the monster you go to when you need it. He loves to help, and you love his dedication. Love here grows smoothly, sweetly, even if there are moments of fear from your end since you don't want to hurt him.

Red: The blacksmith. Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to go drinking that night. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start talking to you when he saw you sitting in the corner by yourself. He wanted to get to know you, he wanted to give some lonely person company. He didn't expect to feel his soul thumping when he saw your face underneath your cloak, didn't expect to start stuttering as he talked. He got you to laugh though, got you to look less nervous. He found you a little off-putting though, despite not commenting on it. Looking back, he should've been more weary like his brother would suggest. But he wanted to be sincere with you, wanted to refrain himself from judging you since he wouldn't want someone to do the same to him. When he ended up getting more drunk with you beside him, the two of you getting progressively obnoxious, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping an arm around your shoulder and getting more comfortable. You did the same, getting comfortable in turn. The two of you didn't seem to even realize that you both were wasted, didn't realize the drunken promises made as the two of you stumbled into his bed. Not much happened, of course, except that he was bitten. He panicked a bit, but he was too drunk and could only stiffen before he found his eyelights shrinking a fraction of their usual size. You were cuddling beside him, peppering his neck with kisses, before you sank your fangs in. He saw the blood, but when he asked what you were doing, you seemed to snap out of it before apologizing. You told him the truth, spilling out your secrets like you spilled the blood of others. You were both drunk, and you apologized with a kiss on the wound and told him that you got carried away. He just smelled so sweet, you didn't think about your actions at the moment. He appreciated the truth, and he himself was not sober enough to handle the situation. He decided that you both need to just sleep for now, deal with it in the morning. He wasn't going to admit that a part of him was excited when you did bite him, but he was nervous all the same. You were a vampire, but he didn't feel the desire to report you. So when you both woke, he let you sleep when he was the first to wake. You were beautiful, sweet, and funny. Maybe it could work out. When Pitch found you both, however, he had to explain to him that nothing intense happened. When Pitch kept side eyeing him, however, the two had to talk later on about how Pitch seemed to already know you. However, the two of them resolve it later on, and the two of them are content with knowing what you are. They'll make it work And they did. He reassures you. He promises that he doesn't mind, he doesn't regret knowing you. He'll make sure you stay safe, and you make sure he stays safe in return. You love each other, you both just need to make adjustments.

Pitch: You didn't mean to frighten him, and he can tell the sincerity in your voice is in fact genuine. Still, he didn't expect to stumble across you when he was injured from an unfortunate situation. You looked so ethereal under the light of the moonlight, but he held back his tongue. You held an air of allure, but he still scrambled on the ground as blood seeped out and stained his shirt. He didn't want to look scared, but he knew that you could tell that he was weary. When you bent down, crouched in front of him, you extended your hand to him and still offered...kindness. He didn't realize that accepting your help would lead him to a path he would never expect. You cleaned his wounds, you worked with precision when you helped him stumble back to your home. It was closer, and by his hesitance to let you know where he lived, you didn't mind a guest. He could see that there was a....strangeness to you though. When you cleaned his wounds, you would hesitate to touch him and your staring wasn't just because you found his wounds hideous. He wasn't stupid, he knows that you're lying when you say that it's just because you don't want to hurt him. With his reservations in mind, he would ask questions, and you would only ask your own. Okay, that's fair. He found his guard lowering slowly, and when you were done you offered to let him sleep in a guest bedroom. He was reluctant, but you assured him when you told him that it has a lock from the inside. Too injured to walk back home, he simply gave in. Time passed after this event, and occasionally he would see you when he wandered around at night. You were still odd, and he was still guarded, but nothing much happened. He kept his knowledge about you from Red, not telling another soul of how he knew you. But you got him to feel comfortable over time, you even got him to smile at you a few times. He knew that something was off about you when you first met, but he didn't expect to see you in the dirt and hidden under bushes with your body injured and your eyes red as ruby. You had helped him though when he was injured, and even if you seemed to crave blood, he saw your self control and he saw your vulnerability. He wasn't going to take advantage of that by reporting you to the guard or killing you himself. No, he instead took you home and cleaned your wounds. You were starving, and as he wrapped your arm in linen, it was tense. Before he could stop himself though, he offered his blood to you. He saw your uncertainty, your resistance to the idea. But he insisted, especially because he didn't want you to die or hurt someone else. You must accept it, he won't let you leave otherwise. It hurt more than he expected when your clawed nails dug into his bone and your teeth found its way to his collarbone. He didn't scream though, didn't do anything but flinch as he clenched his fists. You fell asleep right as you finished, too full and too tired. He had to clean his own wound and carry you to bed, but he didn't mind. He would take care of you, like you took care of him. It was an unspoken understanding that you two had after this event, that the two of you would carry loyalty and devotion to one another. Keep each other safe, and keep each other close. He loves you, even if he doesn't say it. It takes him a bit to accept your words when you tell him that you love him, but when he looks at you the way he does, he's promising the same. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

Powder: An important adventure, a hunter, a good monster who takes care of others. He knew of the town's vampire, but he didn't actually expect to find that the vampire was you. You were always so kind, always offering good company and help. You were reclusive, yes, but he never pushed for you to be more social than you were. He found you in an inconvenient bear trap, your leg almost shredded up from struggling and your body laying limp from pain. He saw the blood on your lips from the limp bear laying beside you, the red glow of your eyes. What a lucky skeleton he was, forced to figure out how to handle this. His duties are important, but you are his friend. You and him would spend time together during the day, laughing and encouraging one another. You were really the vampire? ......He feels that he was going to be banished from the royal guard after this. He pried you free from the trap, carried you to his home wrapped in his cloak. He barely spoke, and you were too tired from excessive blood loss. He lets you stay in his home, takes you to Stretch, even if there's a clear sign of discomfort he carries every now and again. He had to later pull Stretch aside since it's clear that he knows you, knows what you are. It doesn't end as smoothly as he had hoped. He'll bring food from his hunt and after skinning and taking his fill, he'll make sure you eat well. It's awkward, uncomfortable, but it becomes something he grows to open up about. He learns more, and of course, his dedication to those he cares for is more important to him than his role as an important figure of the guard. His first experience with your magic was interesting, especially since you had found him injured and it ended up with some magic use. It was strange, the way you bit into your wrist before placing it down into his wound was odd. He was losing too much blood to think, but his eyes remained on your face when you were tending to him. You always soothed him when you attempted to, and he ended up passing out. By the time he woke, he had found his injury was missing, and you were sleeping. You crawled up on the bed beside him and pressed your face against his chest, clinging onto him. You cared about him, that much was obvious. He cared about you too. When you woke, he was stroking his phalanges through your hair, and you both mumbled soft confessions to one another. May the guards be damned if they get you, and may the guards be damned if they ever got to him

Stretch: When Cyperus decided to ask him for help, he didn't think that it meant having to help such a unique case like yourself. You were a vampire, and he's never worked with one before. Yet all the same, what kind of doctor would he be if he didn't help you? He prided himself as the underground doctor, a cheap alternative for monsters to go to in need of medical attention. He charged a lot less and he worked with monsters better than the human doctors, and he knows the most about monsters since he's spent time studying and researching. He tended to you, and made sure you felt comfortable. Occasionally, he would make sure you came by to visit for check-ups, which you didn't mind from the looks of it. He doesn't realize how safe he makes you feel, how he makes you feel less scary. He wasn't the first to meet you out of the skeletons, but he's glad that you have others to rely on. He was the second to find out about you though, other than Cyperus. He keeps this secret from the others for you, up until Powder walks in with your injured body. The conversation didn't end too well between him and Powder, but he was more focused on tending to you first. You mean so much to him, you're as sweet as honey. He wants to take care of you, even if he's not physically strong. He has a lot of empathy for others, an emotional strength that he's had to build over time due to how this world is structured. So when it comes out that you both have a mutual love for one another (it was an accident), he was delighted. After all, he's happy to know that he can always be here to heal you and take care of you at the end of the day...

Closing Notes: IT DIDN'T SAVE MY SHIT THE FIRST TIME I AM GROWLING AND EATING RHE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE GRRRR GRAUGH (thank you for this fun request, I hope you enjoy. Don't be afraid to ask for more teehee)

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