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.:Movie Night:. {Sans X Reader}
A heavy rain patters in the background, hitting the cold cement floors with rhythmic, unforgiving splatters that sent stray drops licking exposed ankles.
A faint light from a nearby building illuminates part of his face dramatically, revealing a hardened expression intermingled with well-disguised gloom.
“You have to go.”
Almost as if on cue, lightening flashes and highlights the heart wrenching sorrow on their face. Thunder booms in the background, and a hand-soaked to the bone with the torrent of rain- reaches out to the other.
“W-Wait, please-“
He shoots her a cold glare, tears veiled by the downpour. “This is the best for the both of us-“

You groan and massage your temples, throwing your feet out and nearly knocking the bowl of half-finished popcorn astray.
This ridiculous movie had started out as semi-promising, with a strong female lead and a somber male love interest. They had an interesting dynamic, and so you had continued watching-
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.:Garden Between Ribs:. {Sans X Reader}
It was an unusually peaceful day.  A comfortable yet rare silence had settled in the humble abode of two skeleton brothers, which was usually bustling with noise and strange misendeavours.  
The sun was just starting to set and the hues in the sky cast their light into the house. Gradients of twilight slipped past the half-drawn curtains and washed over the room with it’s palette of orange, pink and purple watercolor.
You would soon attribute the odd spell of quiet with the absence of a certain boisterous skeleton-
“SANS, WE HAVE RETURNED WITH THE INGREDIENTS FOR DINNER!” Papyrus kicked the door open, almost sending it off of its hinges. The door bounced off of the wall with a splintering ‘CRACK,’ and would’ve slammed back into Papyrus’s armful of groceries if you hadn’t obstructed it’s path by jamming your foot in its way.
Whew, that was a close one. There were eggs in there.
“AND I BROUGHT A GUEST! (Y/N) IS STAYING
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Admit it {Dark Link X Reader}
“Tell me you hate it here.”
His irises were a fiery red, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
It scared you to look into those eyes, those eyes you knew had the capability to be caring, gentle and even happy.
It scared you how close your bodies were, just a hair’s width away from each other- close enough to feel the heat emanate off of the shadow being.
It scared you how scared you were.
One of the arms beside your head slammed against the wall again, making you flinch and cower away from Dark Link’s scalding gaze.
“Tell me you regret this.”
His voice was low but threatening, harsh yet oddly calm.
And though those few words were spoken as a near whisper, you had to bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
It was a plea thinly disguised to be intimidating, and both of you knew no one would be fooled.
Tell me how you feel.
You refused to make eye-contact. You knew that once you gave in, there was no telling what would happen.
“Tell me that yo
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100 WORD DRABBLE: LINK X READER .:Jealous:.
You walked into the house and out of the rain, Link following closely behind you. Your drenched clothes did nothing to ease the irritation you felt at the moment. You had been practicing sword fighting with Dark Link, since you were actually on pretty good terms with him, only to find that Link tagged along and disturbed you two whenever he could.
You whipped around, jabbing a wet finger in his chest angrily. "Why do you always have to be so annoying whenever I'm hanging out with Dark Link?"
Link scowled, a light pink dusting his cheeks.
"Well, have you ever thought that maybe i'm better company than that imitation?"
You took in his words slowly, cautiously removing your finger from it's accusing jab.
"Are you... Jealous?" A grin stretched across your face, and you were delighted to find Link's face covered in red.
Yeah, he was definitely jealous.
You laughed aloud, turning around and walking away from a heavily embarrassed and confused hero.
Jealous, but cute.
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.: Kiss :. {Emil SteilssonXReader}
"Don't worry," he whispered, "I promise I'll be gentle..."
Although Emil Steilssön was your most trusted and wisest friend whom you could ask anything, you still had doubts about your present situation.
You stood uncomfortably in front of him, averting your eyes with a crimson tinge to your face. The atmosphere was thick with emotions of uncertainty from you, and bewilderment from him.
You never thought your closest companion, Emil Steilssön, to be the "romantic type;" so you had no idea what you were doing when you asked him for kissing advice.
"You want me to give you tips on kissing, of all things?" He raised a single eyebrow in quaint disbelief, his arms crossed over his chest.
Your ears burned and you scowled at his unbelieving tone. "Yeah, just a few tips, you know? Since you've got so many brothers, they probably explained to you... Or something..."
Emil sighed, uncrossing his arms and placing them on the couch cushions. He turned his head to look at you, shoot
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Forevermore: Link X Reader X Dark Link P12
You made your way to the dining room, eyeing the few stalfos that darted about, bringing plates and platters to and from the kitchen.
How would it be possible to tell the difference between the skeletal people? They all looked the same to you: bones and armor. A better question: how would you be able to tell which stalfos were in the R.A.G. ? As if managing a rebellion army against Ganondorf in his own castle wasn't preposterous enough, now you had to keep tabs on who was on your side versus who would go running to Ganondorf with news of an uprising.
You gulped, your grip on the box of fairy dust tightening considerably.
If Ganondorf heard about this rebellion, you were sure that even Dark Link's fairy dust wouldn't save you. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he decides to cut off your head completely to mount in the main hall.
You grimaced.
Dark Link would get a kick out of that for sure.
You were jolted out of your thoughts when two cold finicky hands grappled at your arm,
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Forevermore: Link X Reader X Dark Link P11
For a long time, you were left alone in Dark Link's room, the only company you had were the thoughts that swum in your head.
To say you were distraught was an understatement.
What was Ganondorf's problem?
What was Dark Link's problem?
Why were their problems becoming your problems?
What was your problem?
You shook the dizzying thoughts out of your head and picked up the swords (as well as what was left of yours) and shields on Dark Link's bed, placing them carefully on the respective racks they belonged on.
You picked up the silver box of faerie dust and turned around to survey the room again.
Your encounters with Ganondorf only ever seemed to lead to destruction: the floor sported a gaping hole, a few stray splinters that had erupted when Ganondorf's sword came crashing down, and blotches of bloody splatters from Din-knows-what.
Half-heartedly, you stepped over the trail of blood that Ganondorf had brought into the room with him and exited Dark Link's bedroom, closing the door silentl
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.:Sick Days:. Ben X Reader
You sat in your room with the expression of utter boredom painted on your features, your hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on the table next to your open laptop.
You grunted as your computer went into hibernation mode again and tapped the spacebar to reawaken the screen.
Your bedroom window was wide open, allowing the evening breeze to float into your adobe and gently rustle the papers on your table. Fading streaks of sunlight peeked through your fluttering curtains, caressing your body with soft warmth.
Despite the serene atmosphere that had settled into your semi-messy room, your features were soon twisted into a grimace. The fingers that had been trailing along the table began drumming a steady rhythm, growing quicker and more impatient by the second.
You glanced at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and read the blaring red numbers
6:23 PM.
You scowled, annoyed.
"Ugh, where is that little rascal?" You muttered, tapping your keyboard again and watching ir
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Forevermore: Link X Reader X Dark Link P10
After the footsteps faded, you diverted your attention to the stalfos, who were slowly getting up from their kneeling positions on the floor.
The one wearing a yellow apron looked at you, then began whispering to his apron-less friend, who was holding a pan.
You furrowed your eyebrows.
The one holding a pan nodded once, as if in agreement to something, then elbowed the other stalfos wearing a blue apron.
When he finally got his attention, the one with a pan jerked his bony chin in your direction, to which the apron-clad stalfos looked you up and down and nodded as well.
Altogether, the three stalfos began marching toward you, to which you immediately gripped your sword more tightly, your knuckles turning white.
Haven't they had enough already?
Just as you were preparing to strike, the three stalfos took knee and dipped their heads- something they did only for Ganondorf.
Your eyebrows shot up, conveying your absolute surprise. "What are you doing?" You asked, stepping back from them.
"W
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.6 : DARK LINK X READER: Want
You angled your head back as Dark Link peppered your neck with small kisses and licks, his body pressing firmly against yours.
"Be mine..." His voice, though demanding, was undeniably shaky.
"Forever..." His words were whispered, but the raw feelings hidden in them were louder than any scream that you would ever hear.
Your arms wound around his shoulders, your nose burying into the crook of his neck.
Both of you knew that he, a creature of dark, and you, a being of light, could never be together.
Your teary eyes met his ruby orbs, and you pressed your lips against his.
"Then take me, Dark."
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.5:DARK LINK X READER: BAND-AID
"Get off of me, you demented woman!" "Oh, hush-up!"
You were currently sitting on Dark Link's lap, using all of your might to hold him down while you rolled up one side of his leggings.
A blush washed over the shadow being's face. "I can do it myself!"
Ignoring him, you located the edge of the band-aid and, with a single fluid motion, yanked it off.
"OW!" He shrieked, finally managing to throw you off. "Did you need to be so rough?"
"Of course not." You giggled and threw the bandage out. "But I like it rough."
With a wink, you sashayed out of the room, leaving behind a confused but blushing Dark Link.
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.4 : LINK X READER: Food Court.
"Link, let's go on-" "-This one!"
Your request was cut short when the Princess of Hyrule interrupted, grabbing Link's arm and dragging him away from you.
You and Link had planned to relax together at an amusement park, though Zelda tagged along and decided she would oppose everything you asked.
"Let's get cotton candy-" "I want milkshakes!"
"Could we get something to eat-" "I need to go to the bathroom!"
"I need to use the restroom-" "I'm starving!"
You sighed and decided to let Zelda and Link be. You needed a nap anyways.
As you begin to walk away, a hand grasps yours.
"Where are you going?"
You turn to face the hero, sighing. "I'm going to get some shut-eye. This day is a mess."
"Mind if I join?" Link winked at you.
You turned red. "W-what about Zelda?"
"I told her to get lunch at the food court"
You were confused, but let Link pull you along out of the park. "There's a food court here?"
Sapphire eyes clashed with yours, and a mischievous grin replaced a kind smile.
"Nope."
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.3 :RIN MATSUOKA X READER:Sharp
A firm, muscular arm coiled around your waist, pressing you against a wall of muscle and warm lips.
Rin's free hand laced itself within your hair, and you moaned quietly when he tugged oh-so-slightly.
Taking the opportunity, the maroon-haired male slipped his wet muscle into your cavern, massaging your tongue sensually with his.
You could smell the cologne on him, though it wasn't as strong as the scent of chlorine.
You could hear the purr in the back of Rin's throat as you traced your tongue over his, gliding past his lips and-
You pulled back, gasping for air.
"S-sharp-" you stuttered, cheeks burning. "Your teeth are-"
Just as breathless as you, Rin smirked and moved in for another kiss.
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.2 : LINK X READER: Alive.
It was hard to survive in post-apocalyptic Hyrule.
"Take cover!"
You tackled the cerulean-eyed hero, shoving him away from an Armos. With a violent tremble and sudden combustion, it sent you both flying.
Though, surviving wasn't what you would call it.
Both you and Link ran out of the temple, breathless with laughter, embracing the Shadow Medallion victoriously.
"You did it!" You laughed.
"No-" Link grinned, "-We did it!"
It was something far more important.
You sat by the fireplace, playing with Link's soft, blond tresses. You glanced at the hero, who laid sprawled on your lap, fast asleep- his features as calm as the night that surrounded you, and smiled.
It was being alive.
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100 WORD DRABBLE NO.1 : LINK X READER: Pregnant.
"Y-You're... What?"
The hero's eyes gleamed with an unreadable emotion.
Your fingers dug into your palms, feeling anxious about his reactions.
Link couldn't be upset... Could he?
"I..." You began again, your words falling short.
Somehow, it had been easier to say the first time. "...I'm-"
"...Pregnant!" The hero finished for you.
Suddenly, you were scooped up and spun around. The dizzying form of affection made you nauseous, but pacified all of your worries.
"You're not...?"
"...Mad?" Link chuckled, placing you onto the floor gently.
Smiling, he placed a warm hand on your tummy. "Never. I'm the happiest man alive."
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A heavy rain patters in the background, hitting the cold cement floors with rhythmic, unforgiving splatters that sent stray drops licking exposed ankles.
A faint light from a nearby building illuminates part of his face dramatically, revealing a hardened expression intermingled with well-disguised gloom.

“You have to go.”

Almost as if on cue, lightening flashes and highlights the heart wrenching sorrow on their face. Thunder booms in the background, and a hand-soaked to the bone with the torrent of rain- reaches out to the other.

“W-Wait, please-“

He shoots her a cold glare, tears veiled by the downpour. “This is the best for the both of us-“


You groan and massage your temples, throwing your feet out and nearly knocking the bowl of half-finished popcorn astray.
This ridiculous movie had started out as semi-promising, with a strong female lead and a somber male love interest. They had an interesting dynamic, and so you had continued watching- only to have it go downhill from there.
After an hour, it soon became very apparent that the only dynamic they were capable of was making each other bawl in histrionic locations.

Sans was startled awake by your abrupt movements, untangling his arms from behind his head and eyeing your miserable form on the other end of the couch with a smirk.

What a shame. You were hoping that he suffered as much from the movie as you did.

He took a quick glance at the television screen, then nudged you with the tip of his pink slipper.

“ is it just me, or this movie replaying the same scene, for crying out loud?”

You moan in agony and sink further into the couch cushions, responding to his horrible play on words with a hearty kick to the hipbones.
With a hiss of pain, you drew your sock-clad foot back to safety.
Of course, you were hurt while Sans had barely shifted from his spot, only adding a comical “oof” to entertain your intentions of obliterating him and his bad jokes forever.

When the sounds of hysterical weeping ceased, you glimpsed at the television. Was it finally over?

Of course not.

Just as your eyes met the screen, a cheesy romantic soundtrack started playing in time with an atrocious makeout session- and you wondered for a split second if they were both cannibals with an unsatisfied appetite.
Upon witnessing such abhorrent material, you grabbed a nearby pillow (courtesy of Papyrus’s viewing of “AMAZING HOME DÉCOR SHOWS, NYEHEH!”) and slammed it over your face, blocking out the detestable slobbering noises while half-heartedly trying to suffocate yourself.

Your dully thumping headache caused you to question why you had chosen such a horrible flick for movie night.
Honestly, you were kind of a sucker for good romance movies; it was just something about two people who completed each other like a two-part puzzle, fitting perfectly into the other’s personality like intertwined fingers and soulful hugs- it was a very beautiful, fairytale-esque feeling.

Keyword being “good romance movies.” Unfortunately, this one didn’t quite reach your standards. Not by far.
Papyrus had retired to his bedroom early after witnessing the first kissing scene with a hue of orange to his cheekbones.

“WOWIE, HUMAN CULTURE SURE IS PASSIONATE! ER… MAYBE TOO MUCH SO, EVEN FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS.”

This left you and Sans (who was drifting in and out of a light slumber) alone to watch the ever-worsening  romance saga into the night, leading to a record number of cringes done in less than two hours.

…Well, at least this would provide many humorous conversations in the future- if you survived it, that was.

“Turn it off!” You whined, much to Sans’s amusement. He chuckles at your misfortune before he reaches for the remote with his bony digits, clicking the television off and freeing you of your dilemma.

“i’m sure you already know, but that movie wasn’t even remotely good.”

You remove the pillow from your head to be greeted with Sans waving the television remote in front of you, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

With an over exaggerated sigh, you throw an arm over your eyes, not wanting to deal with any more of his lame satire.

Imitating the movie heroine’s theatrical sulky tone, you say  “Goodnight Sans. I’ve endured enough torture for today.”

“hey kid, i can’t just leave you…” Sans said, standing up and adopting an uncharacteristic solemn expression, “…here until mourning.”

“UGHHHH”

You latch onto the arm of the couch as Sans attempts to pry you off, eventually succeeding with his blue magic.

“Hey! You cheater, you can’t use monster magic!”

“well, I just did.”

You squirm and flail in protest, making sure to give him a hard time as he goes up the stairs.

In response, Sans pretends to lose his grip on you- leaving you squealing and latching onto his torso more tightly.

“Sans!”

“hah, i guess you almost fell for me?”

“Sans, you better stop that-”

You’re cut off by the sensation of falling again, and once more, you cling to Sans like a cat to a tree.

“don’t worry (Y/N),” Sans deepens his voice to a ridiculously low octave, adopting that stupidly serious look again, “i’ll never let you go.”

You nearly choke, unable to suppress the flush of red that rushes to the apples of your cheeks.

“S-Sans-”

You’re about to tell him to cut it out because his weird, supposedly “comical” imitation of a love interest was almost too realistic, (not that you minded, of course) before-

“OW- SANS!”

Your hip collides with the corner of the stairwell banister and sends a shock of pain though you. You shoot Sans a look of sharp disapproval as he chuckles and shrugs, looking elsewhere.

“does that count as me hitting on you?”

Moment officially ruined.

“That’s going to bruise tomorrow for sure.” You mutter, rubbing the still-sore area.

“i can think of other ways to bruise you.” Sans winked.

“SANS, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT.”
.:Movie Night:. {Sans X Reader}
A little thing for you guys who are into Undertale!
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It was an unusually peaceful day.  A comfortable yet rare silence had settled in the humble abode of two skeleton brothers, which was usually bustling with noise and strange misendeavours.  
The sun was just starting to set and the hues in the sky cast their light into the house. Gradients of twilight slipped past the half-drawn curtains and washed over the room with it’s palette of orange, pink and purple watercolor.
You would soon attribute the odd spell of quiet with the absence of a certain boisterous skeleton-

“SANS, WE HAVE RETURNED WITH THE INGREDIENTS FOR DINNER!” Papyrus kicked the door open, almost sending it off of its hinges. The door bounced off of the wall with a splintering ‘CRACK,’ and would’ve slammed back into Papyrus’s armful of groceries if you hadn’t obstructed it’s path by jamming your foot in its way.

Whew, that was a close one. There were eggs in there.

“AND I BROUGHT A GUEST! (Y/N) IS STAYING FOR DINNER AGAIN TONIGHT!”

You poked a head around Papyrus’s towering frame and peeked inside the familiar house. As always, it was relatively clean, leave for a sock in the corner which was bombarded with sticky-notes.
You visited Papyrus and Sans on a regular basis and knew this place like the back of your hand. Scanning the room, you realized that one thing was missing- or one person.

“Hey Papyrus, do you know where Sans is?” You shift the brown bags in your arms and walk towards the kitchen, Papyrus following close behind.

“WELL IF HE ISN’T IN THE LIVINGROOM, HE MUST BE SLEEPING UPSTAIRS.” Papyrus set the bags down on the counter and placed his hands on his hips, “THAT PILE OF LAZYBONES.”

You chuckled and plopped your share of groceries on the counter as well, snatching a particularly light paper bag off the table. “I’ll go wake him up, get started on cooking Pappy!”

“AH , YES. I SHALL BEGIN CREATING MY WONDROUS SPAGHETTI! HM, SHALL I USE GLITTER GLUE OR PUFFY STICKERS TODAY?” Papyrus thought out loud to himself.

As you slipped out the door, you couldn’t help but shudder at the skeleton’s strange sense of taste.

Sure, Papyrus may be sweet, but unfortunately that didn’t make his cooking any more palatable than a third grader’s macaroni and glitter art project.

Still, you were kind of thankful he sucked at cooking- it was what strengthened your bond with the brothers so much.
Whenever you were free, you’d come by their place and give Papyrus some cooking tips (“GEE (Y/N), THAT MAKES QUITE A LOT OF SENSE. I THOUGHT THAT WHEN PASTA CAUGHT ON FIRE, IT MEANT IT WAS SPICY; ISN’T THAT WHAT THE COMMERCIALS MEAN BY ‘FIERY HOT?’”) while also preparing  nice meal for the three of you. Of course, you’d leave room for one or two bites of Papyrus’s self-proclaimed “MASTERPIECE SPAGHETTI, NYEHEHEH!” which seemed to satisfy everyone.

With the bag delicately pressed to your chest, you tiptoed quietly upstairs toward Sans’s room, faintly hearing the telltale signs of light snoring.
Luckily, he had left his bedroom door slightly ajar and unlocked, making your job a lot easier. (You knew Sans couldn’t be awakened by the mere sounds of knocking, and you didn’t have the adequate tools to lockpick. (NOT THAT YOU LOCKPICKED.))

You shouldered his door open quietly and were greeted with the sight of his room- something people could politely describe as… organized chaos.
It wasn’t often that you came up to Sans’s room.
Perhaps you’ve been in and out of here once or twice when you were sleeping over and needed extra pillows and covers, but that was done rather quickly- and you never really paid attention to anything (except for the odd flashlight-lamp-contraption on his dresser.)
Taking a closer look at the room now, you notice many odds and ends. Heaps of clothes and stray socks littered the floor- and… A hurricane of a mess. Literally.

Typical Sans.

Stepping over the oddities strewn across the bedroom floor, you make your way over to a sleeping sans, peacefully snoozing away sprawled on his back.
The corner of your lips quirk up a bit further upon hearing the faint clanging of pots and pans downstairs, along with the occasional “NYEHEHEH!”  You decide Papyrus is entertaining himself enough to let Sans catch z’s for just a little longer.

You plop down next to Sans’s bed and rest an arm on the edge of the mattress, propping your head up on it.
Your eyes latch onto his chest, rising up and down at a slow and steady pace.
No nightmares this time, huh? You let out a small exhale and give the sleeping monster a small lopsided smile.

Despite his endless slew of lame jokes and easygoing attitude, you knew Sans always had a torrential wave of thoughts consuming his mind- in both sleep and his waking hours. At one point, you had gotten worried enough about his worsening eyebags and asked if he was alright, only to receive a broad and somewhat conventional reply.
You begrudgingly changed topics, taking the hint- but pressed him for answers once Papyrus called you up begging for help at 7AM on a Saturday.

You had dashed over there with a bad case of bedhead and mismatching socks, assuming the worst- only to arrive and find Papyrus in desperate need to use the only bathroom in the house- which Sans had fallen asleep in while brushing his teeth.
“no need to get so pee-ved, can’t a guy get some bath-room to himself for a bit, heh?”
“Sans,” You huffed “Look, we can tell something is bothering you- and it must be pretty bad, to lose sleep over.”
He shifted from one slipper-clad foot to another, eyes darting away from you.

No response.

You sigh and place a hand gently on his arm, furrowing your brows at him. “You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, but take care of yourself, okay? We can’t have you injured for small things that could’ve been helped, yaknow?”
Sans chuckled and lightened up considerably as Papyrus came out of the bathroom, looking much more calm.

“hey, eye’m bagging you to let this go, (Y/N).”

“SANS!“

And that concluded your semi-serious conversation about Sans’s health. You knew Sans was only avoiding a direct answer to save you and Papyrus the trouble of being worried, but there was a nagging feeling in your mind that there was something more than that.
Something that he was… Protecting you two from?

Your eyes travel from his rising chest to his ivory face, completely relaxed despite the constant grin that was plastered from cheek to cheek.

From afar the bony surface seemed flawless and smooth, but up close you could spot small imperfections. Chips on the surface, tiny indentations, ridges and occasional scratches decorated his face, and you found yourself struggling to keep your hands to yourself. It was strange how these small markings could be argued to be unattractive- but to you, be so entrancingly unique and beautiful.

It made Sans who he was.

Your stare catches on parts of his exposed lower ribs, a result of his white shirt and unzipped blue jacket riding up during his tossing and turning.

Your cheeks betray you and flush a deep red rivaling Papyrus’s cape, and you hurriedly avert your gaze elsewhere.
It was then that you remembered what you had brought into the room with you, and an idea popped into your mind.

Smiling coyly, you pick your head up and dig a hand into the brown paper bag, careful to subdue any obnoxious crinkling. You pull out your hand.
In between your pointer finger and your thumb was a dainty little flower, vibrantly colored at the petals with a robust stem.

After you had gone grocery shopping with Papyrus, you spotted a flower vending cart next to the park you two passed to go home, covered from wheel to canopy with beautiful, multicolored flowers of all variety.
“GO AHEAD, HUMAN. I SEE YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIKING TO THE PRETTY WEEDS.” Papyrus gestured for you to go with a wide and genuine smile, but you were too busy cringing at the unintentional jab to really notice. “I SHALL WAIT FOR YOU HERE UNTIL YOU HAVE FINISHED LOOKING! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM EXCELLENT AT WAITING! AMONG OTHER THINGS OF COURSE.”
You wondered if bringing up the incident where he could barely stand to wait for the bathroom would be appropriate, but bit your tongue at the last second and decided against it. Instead, you tossed him a grateful smile and went to pick out a handful of snipped daisies, bluebells, bleeding hearts and carnations.

Chuckling at the memory, you twirled the powder pink carnation between your fingers and eye Sans’s uncovered ribs. You honestly had no idea what to do with the snippets of flowers and had only bought them in the spur of the moment. But now, you had an idea.
Would he feel it? He was asleep…
This could be payback for that time he stacked ritz crackers on your forehead as you napped on the couch- needless to say you got a faceful of saltine cookies once you awoke. (“aw, come’on (Y/N), don’t be mad! I’m crackerin’ up over here!”)

Carefully, you slipped the smooth, dark green stem of the carnation between his second to last rib. Seeing that it stayed put, you felt a burst of happiness and immediately worked to place as many as you could in the exposed expanse of his bones.

Selecting a line of deep red bleeding hearts, you nestled those on the innermost part of his fourth to last rib. A cute daisy followed, placed snugly next to the bleeding hearts.
You decorate his outer false ribs with baby blue bluebells and tuck some red carnations comfortably against the tip of his Xiphoid Process, grinning to yourself.
Lines of fresh white daises and bleeding hearts dangle from his floating ribs, and you can’t help but admire your handiwork. The vividly colored flora somehow both complimented and contrasted perfectly against Sans’s milky white bones, framing the already strong and alluring structure with a collection of complimentary daisies and bluebells, gradiented red and pink carnations, and elegant yet sharply colored bleeding hearts.

After a few moments, you catch yourself staring and shake yourself out of your stupor. Glancing inside the brown paper bag, you are confronted with one more healthy-looking daisy sitting alone at the bottom.
Removing it from its confines, you stare blankly at the garden in Sans’s ribs, wondering where to put the final flower.

Finally, you decide to place it with the other daises, but-
Accidentally, your fingertips brush along Sans’s costal cartilage, and static shoots up your arm. Oh geez, he was unexpectedly warm for a skeleton, and insanely smooth. Your hand instinctively draws back as you sharply inhale, eyes darting up to Sans’s face.
Fortunately, he was still asleep- although a strange bluish hue had dusted his cheeks. Was he… Enjoying that?

A shiver travels up your spine as you hear him give an almost inaudible but throaty groan, and you press your fingers to your lips.
You didn’t ever really have a chance to find out what monster anatomy was like- but it was rather odd to you that ribs of all places could be a potential erogenous zone.
Slowly, you lower them back onto the same spot and give a longer, harder rub.

The response is immediate. Phalanges curl into the bedcovers and metacarpals twist into bedsheets. Sans arches his back and brings his ribs into your palms, reminding you of lesser dog and his keening.

Except this one moans.

Sans unconsciously bucks into your hand and gives a crescendo of a guttural moan, sending your heartbeat sailing and skin crawling.
Your head whips towards the bedroom door to make sure Papyrus hadn’t heard and come up to check on you, and once you were in the clear you yanked your hand away despite the tingling in your fingertips that urged you on.

Well, attempted to. Your eyes widened into saucers when you feel boney fingers- the same ones that were grappling at the bed a few seconds earlier- wrap themselves around your wrist and hold you in place if not closer.

Sans gazed at you with one half lidded eye, a lazy but knowing smile licking at his usual cheesy grin. “mornin’.”
You gulped and flushed red. Caught. “I-It’s more night than morning, but…”
Your eyes followed his gaze to the small flower show in his ribs, and when you glanced back at you with a grin and a raised eyebrow, your blush reached the tip of your ears.

“I-“ You rushed to explain yourself, but found yourself tripping over your own words, “T-The flowers looked pretty and- and your bones were there and-“ You visibly deflated with complete and utter embarrassment, wishing you could turn into one of the many heaps of clothing on his floor.

“it’s kind of like a garden.” Sans smiled at you, his long fingers still wrapped firmly around your wrist.

You mutely nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“the only thing im missing are butterflies in my stomach, but you already give me those.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the comment, and your pupils rapidly dart to-and-fro, intensely staring at anything BUT Sans. Ohgoshthiswasembarassingwhydidyouthinkitwouldbeagoodideaatall-

“hey”

You feel the metacarpals around your arm pull you forward so you were practically on the bed with Sans. Before you could part your lips to protest, another set of fingers brushed along the breadth of your jawline and firmly but gently grasped your chin and turned you to face him.

“look at me.”

He was so close- maybe just a little more and-
Sans plucked the daisy you forgot you were holding from your hands, tucking it into your hair.

“don’t think I don’t know what you were doing, kid.” Sans chuckled mischeviously, the laughter coming from deep within his chest. Maybe it was just your imagination, but was his left eye glowing cyan…?

“I, uh-“

“(Y/N)!” A loud voice called from downstairs, “THE PASTA WAS COOKING TOO SLOWLY SO I PUT CANDLES IN THE POT TO MAKE MORE FIRE INSIDE.” Silence follows. “THE CANDLES HAVE DISAPPEARED.” More silence. “I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE ANOTHER BATCH!”

As you opened your mouth to respond, Sans stopped you with a finger to your lips.
“let’s finish what you started, hm?”
.:Garden Between Ribs:. {Sans X Reader}
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“Tell me you hate it here.”

His irises were a fiery red, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
It scared you to look into those eyes, those eyes you knew had the capability to be caring, gentle and even happy.
It scared you how close your bodies were, just a hair’s width away from each other- close enough to feel the heat emanate off of the shadow being.

It scared you how scared you were.

One of the arms beside your head slammed against the wall again, making you flinch and cower away from Dark Link’s scalding gaze.

“Tell me you regret this.”

His voice was low but threatening, harsh yet oddly calm.
And though those few words were spoken as a near whisper, you had to bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

It was a plea thinly disguised to be intimidating, and both of you knew no one would be fooled.

Tell me how you feel.

You refused to make eye-contact. You knew that once you gave in, there was no telling what would happen.

“Tell me that you wish you never came here.”

Tell me how it ended up this way.

You kept silent and pressed your fingers into the wall behind you, prying for an escape that you knew you wouldn’t find.

For how long had he been commanding you to say such strange things?
A few minutes? A couple of hours? Perhaps even the entire day?

For all of his requests, you remained silent.
You wanted to scream at him until you were hoarse, tell him how much suffering you had endured because of him, how much misery and agony both your mental and physical state had withstood.

But you couldn’t say it.

“Say it!” Dark Link suddenly boomed, causing you to shrink and squeeze your eyes closed, afraid more of the forthcoming tears than the person towering over you.

You opened your mouth, though no words would come forth.

He was a monster. A wretched beast born from the light of a hero, twisted into a shadow- he was nothing: not even his own person.
He was undesirable in so many ways, and it disgusted you. He was cold and miserly, always brooding and plotting against the beings of light.

But you couldn’t tell him.

Because then you would be lying.

The tears managed to slip from between your closed eyelids, brushing past your eyelashes and streaming down your cheeks.

You had hated living in custody of the Dark Lord, Ganon- and hated living beside the ever-spiteful Dark Link, who treated everything but himself as vile and inferior.

You had regret ever opening your mouth in attempts to upbraid the Dark Lord.
You had been foolish, and overcome with emotion upon witnessing the disappearance of Saria-your closest friend. And though you wished to do much more than insolently scream at Ganon, you should have kept your mouth shut- because now you had been dragged into a hellhole run by  a cunning shadow and a deceitful Lord.

You had wished with all of your soul to escape this condemned castle. You had resorted to nearly throwing yourself off the bridge and into the lava to end your agonizing misery. You had regret coming here.

It was true, you had felt all these things at one point, but now-

Dark Link carefully wiped away your tears with his thumb, turning your face back towards him.

But now-

He placed his forehead softly against your own, his breathing slightly uneven and mingling with your own shuddering breaths.

But now…

You finally allowed your eyelids to flutter open, reddened eyes gazing into wine-colored irises, a fierce color dulled by sorrow, gleaming with tears.

You had hated living in custody of the Dark Lord, he was a bitter man who only kept you alive so that you could wish you were dead.
But he had given you a reason to live.
When he saw you at your most pitiful, he shoved you so that you could push back.
When your emotions were nothing more than a heap of anguish, he taunted you until you were nothing but furious- you fell for his antics again and again, determined to rip him to shreds each time.

You had regret ever opening your mouth in attempts to upbraid the Dark Lord. But if you hadn’t-

Across from you, Dark Link shut his eyes and said your name- his voice hushed, wavering and just a bit unsure.

You had wished with all of your soul to escape this condemned castle- but if you hadn’t been kidnapped-

Dark Link muttered your name again, sounding almost desperate.
His eyes held a slew of emotions- more than you have seen before, but the most prominent was shame.
His arms fell away from the wall beside you, falling back silently to his side. In a tone so despairing and hollow, he whispered

“Tell me you hate me.”

You wouldn’t have met him.

For some reason, you feel your body relax, your shoulders drooping and your fingers stray from the wall. You feel a sad smile tug at the corners of your lips, despite the fresh batch of tears that accompanied it.
You take a single step towards the shadow, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head into his chest, closing the distance between you two.

You feel his body begin to wilt at your actions, his spine curving away from it’s usual proud stance, his face hidden in your shoulder.

You knew that your tears had probably soaked his tunic by now, but he didn’t seem to mind in the least.

You opened your mouth again, and this time the worlds flowed out of your mouth without the slightest hesitation

”I don’t.”

At this, the warrior of darkness wrapped his arms around you before completely crumpling to the ground, bringing you with him.
You heard no sobs from him, but the quaking of his shoulders and the wetness of your back and shoulder told you more than enough.

There you two sat, in the light of the setting sun. One crying, one comforting, and wondering if the other had ever felt the sting of tears prior to this event.

After what could have been an eternity, the shadow, his eyes rimmed with red from crying, pulled away from you. Your hands slipped from his waist, only to be encased in his own.

His eyes gazed into your own, ruby red nearly putting you into a trance.

With a breathy voice and sorrowful yet hopeful eyes, he said the words that you never thought you would hear from him

”I love you.”

Your eyes were wide, staring back into the pools of red that shared a resemblance to that of a lost child’s.
Shock whittled away, and a small smile tugged at your lips your eyes softening.

”Then kiss me, you idiot.”
Admit it {Dark Link X Reader}
A Dark Link x Reader as an apology for me houdini majik trix and disappearin'
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
YOU GUYS I AM IN FACT ALIVE.
I AM SO VERY SINCERELY SORRY ABOUT MY ABSENCE-
i know theres no excuse for my disappearance but to make things short n' sweet i kinda lost inspiration to write for a while since i figured out my guy was cheatin on me with two diff people aha  BUT I SWEAR I FEEL BETTER NOW, AND YES, FOREVERMORE WILL IN FACT CONTINUE!! in fact, this is kind of a thing connected to the Forevermore plot, ifya couldn't tell already!
Thank you all for your concern about me kinda droppin off the face of deviantart for god knows how long, it really meant a lot to me. I assure all of you sweeties that i'm UP N' READY FOR A GOOD STORY PUMPIN' SO GET YOURSELVES READY!!
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PinksRaven Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2017
Eeeeeey, so uh yeah just checking in to make sure you're alright. Cuz is kinda been awhile. But that's okay! Also, have you seen the trailers for the new LoZ game?  
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PinkSaphira Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2016  Student Artist
Hey, I know you said you're okay but are you really? You keep just disappearing. People keep finding your great work then wondering where you are. Honestly, I'm in the same boat. Please come back to us? Your fans love you and support you.
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XBunnybunz Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2016
OH IM SORRY
I find that I'm a bit cramped for time, and my drive for LOZ has been dampened a little because of my interest in other fandoms. I find that undertale fics are more appreciated in the AO3 realm, so if you'd like to read some of my more recent works you can find me there!
I'm so sorry for causing you to worry, eep! I didn't think people would notice I vanished : ( I apologize
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PinkSaphira Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2016  Student Artist
It's okay! We just all kinda get worried when you fall off the face of the earth. Just reply to people every once in a while and no one should freak out. I know that I've had some friends stop coming to websites because of bullying or whatnot and I was worried that the same thing was happening to you. I can understand. I have the same thing happen to me. The more demand I get for something, the more I want to write it. Hey, that reminds me, have you heard of What Makes a Hero by Selphie Kinneas on Fanfiction? If you haven't, you should really try it. It's a VERY good novelization of LOZ Twilight Princess. I think you'd like it. I couldn't stop reading it! And I love yours SOOOOOOO much, but I have to say, hers was a bit better. Not trying to make you feel bad, just saying how good it was and how much you need to try it. Of course people would notice you were gone! You're a wonderful person who makes wonderful fanfics! The question is, how could they NOT notice that you were gone. Anyways, I'm glad everything is alright. Have a good day!
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ACLuigiYoshi Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2016  Student General Artist
I am so excited to see that you are back! You are honestly one of my FAVORITE authors on here, I'm sorry to hear what had happened, but I'm glad you are back and ready to punch us in the face with some good stories!


-gets face ready to be punched-
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Kotania Featured By Owner May 30, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Heya! You don't know me very well, but I've noticed you're very inactive.... I was wondering if you're okay. I understand if you're just busy, though. Also, happy birthday! =3
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XBunnybunz Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2016
AH HELLO! i'm sorry for my inactivity, but i'm doin just swell! I'm really happy you decided to take time to check up on me, but i promise i'm ok! 
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Kotania Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Okay, that's good! >w<
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PinkSaphira Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2016  Student Artist
Hey, are you okay? You've been gone for a while and I'm starting to get a bit worried. And I know I'm not the only one. Could you at least give us some sign that you're still alive? Please? Seems like you just fell off the face of the planet. But really, are you okay?
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XBunnybunz Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2016
Heya Saphira! I'm sorry, yes i'm doing great! Thank you so much for your concern, IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER NOW!
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