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How bkdks sleep knowing that the best case scenario for their ship is being romantically canon , and the “worst”case is them being best friends who would die for eachother :
Papyrus walked slowly on his way to the throne room. He was in no rush to get there. Last night’s ceremony had worn horribly on him and he didn’t feel that he was ready to speak business with the new Captain just yet. Although they had agreed that they would meet together first thing in the morning, he hadn’t expected that it would be quite this early. Some small part of him had to admire the fact that there was somehow a monster in the underground more punctual than he was.
He didn’t watch where he was walking; he knew his way around the castle by this point. The skeleton’s gaze was focused down at his feet and at the cup. His mind began to wander back to Undyne. He should have listened to her. He should have captured the human and handed them over to her like she said. Papyrus remembered their last meeting clearly. Undyne in full armor and her one visible eye very clearly angry with him for not following his orders.
She had seemed more exasperated than angry though, as if she expected Papyrus to let the human go free. Papyrus had felt that maybe that was it. That was his only chance to become a member of the royal guard and he blew it. He remembered how he felt when Undyne said that she would take the human’s soul herself. He felt shocked and mortified. The human had become good, or so he thought. There was no need to kill them. He had wanted the human to live out their second chance.
His non-existent stomach churned as he remembered how he felt…. How wrong he was in that moment. He felt that he would vomit as the memory continued to when he approached Undyne and tried to convince her that they didn’t need to kill the human. She had turned on him angrily. She yelled at him. Reminded him that humans were the reason they were stuck there. Reminded him that this was the last human soul they needed. Reminded him that they had been stuck underground long enough. Undyne had been furious.
The last time he physically met with his best friend, she had be furious. Papyrus had made her mad…. And she was mad for a good reason too. Worse, his last words to her in person were a lie. He had said that he would help her anyway he could, but he didn’t. Instead, he lied to her. Lied to her about what the human was wearing. He continued helping the human and warned them of Undyne rather than helping his best friend…… he helped the human murder his best friend.
Papyrus snapped out of his thoughts as bright yellow entered his vision. His vision refocused and he saw flowers beneath his feet. He looked up and felt something wet dribble down his face. Was he crying? When did he start crying? As his vision cleared and he looked out in front of him, he felt his soul sink. He was already in the middle of the room by his throne and Paxan was standing right there in front of him. The new Captain was witnessing the king crying.
Papyrus felt himself break down even more. He didn’t know why. Maybe he just felt that ashamed, or that embarrassed. Maybe the dam of his emotions had finally cracked and broken down. Maybe he just couldn’t keep up the facade anymore. The king froze as he watched Paxan slowly approach him. Papyrus looked down intently at his cup. He couldn’t bear to look the new Captain in the eye in that moment. Papyrus tried to keep his bones from rattling from the intense emotions he was feeling. He couldn’t tell how unsuccessful he was until a gentle, but firm hand was placed on his shoulder.
“You miss her too,” came a gentle yet gruff voice from the monster in front of him. It was more of a statement than a question. That was true, but wasn’t necessarily the source of his sorrow in that moment. Did Paxan even know?…. Did his brother even know?… Did they know that he was the reason that Undyne was dead?
Papyrus finally looked up and captured the gaze of Paxan. The tall, bronze, intimidating looking dragon monster was looking at the king with green eyes that were deep with sympathy. Papyrus found no judgement in those eyes, only kindness and compassion…. Maybe even a little understanding. Those eyes eventually wandered down the cup Papyrus was holding in his hands.
Papyrus looked down at the cup as well. It took him a minute to understand why it had captured the Captain’s attention. It never crossed Papyrus’ mind that as he was walking with his coffee, the beverage was contained in the fish shaped tea cup. He was carrying his best friend’s small trinket with him through the whole castle.
Undyne was known for wanting to have tea for her and her guest whenever she had a meeting with someone at her house. Occasionally, Papyrus would come to training to find Undyne in the middle of the meeting with a royal guard, the fish tea cup always placed directly in front of her.
Papyrus looked back up at Paxan. He wouldn’t be surprised if the monster had drank tea with Undyne at times. As he came to knew the dragon monster, he found that tea was his favorite beverage. Perhaps it was just something all reptile monsters happened to have in common. Paxan kept his eyes on the cup for a moment longer before returning Papyrus’ gaze. The bronze dragon gave the king’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go.
“I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries,” Paxan said as he quickly took a step back and gave a conciliatory bow. Papyrus couldn’t help but feel guilty. Paxan was only offering comfort and consolation.
“NO! NO, PLEASE DON’T BE SORRY,” Papyrus said quickly. “JUST…. Let me sit down, please.” Paxan gave a respectful nod and moved back to stand about fifteen feet in front of the throne, leaving Papyrus plenty of space to seat himself. Papyrus sat down and shakily took a sip of his coffee before setting the cup down on the arm of the throne. A slightly uncomfortable silence filled the air.
“You’re welcome to start,” Papyrus said. Paxan’s movements were slow as he gave a nod and reached behind him. He brought his arms back in front of him, revealing the helmet given to him just the night before. Papyrus’ soul sank. Was Paxan resigning? Was he about to have to begin the search for a new Captain yet again?
“I don’t deserve this,” He said solemnly. Papyrus must have visibly whittled, because Paxan immediately reacted. He reached his hand out slightly in a way that wordlessly asked for patience. “This helmet represents so much more than just the service of the previous Captain.” Papyrus could feel himself relax as he realized that Paxan was only speaking about the helmet. The quiet in the room became less oppressive.
Papyrus agreed with Paxan, although he knew that he didn’t have to vocalize it. Papyrus knew that Undyne’s helmet represented more than just her position…. It represented her. It represented her leadership and her courage. It represented those lives that she saved that day Quite possibly, it even represented the strength of monsterkind…. Physically and spiritually. However, this then begged the question….
“Who deserves it then?” Papyrus asked, somewhat to himself, before he could stop himself. Another silence fell as Paxan pondered. A few moments passed as Paxan seemed to be deeply considering the King’s question.
“Nobody…. No one person in particular deserves it…. Everyone does. This is a symbol and a reminder that everyone needs….. Regardless of if we deserve it or not,” Paxan concluded.
A small fire lit within Papyrus. Paxan was right. None of them deserved Undyne, nor what she did. Perhaps what the underground needed wasn’t another symbol of hope, but a symbol of strength and perseverance. Monsterkind was not weak. Monsters were strong. Their souls were made of love, mercy and compassion. In the end, that was all they needed.
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Papyrus walked into the throne room with a watering tin in hand. Usually, this would be the time that he would take care of any visitors with questions, or do interviews for the guard. Now that a weekly address was a part of the schedule and the new Captain was appointed, Papyrus had the time to take care of the smaller, menial tasks around the castle.
Even Faia seemed to have more time now that Paxan had completely taken over his duties. Paxan had been taking his duties on bit by bit while the ceremony was being prepared. Now that it was official, Faia even had the time to buy Papyrus his ingredients for spaghetti. Sans was now hardly seen around the castle as he spent his time in the lab, working diligently on finding a way to break the barrier.
Faia was supposed to be arriving soon for their afternoon meeting. It was during this time that they usually discussed the questions of the citizens that came up during the day, reviewed the Royal Guard paperwork, addressed any needs that arose, and so forth. Papyrus’ small fire that was ignited earlier that day grew with the thought of the underground functioning smoothly without anyone having to overwork themselves.
“Pardon,” came a soft voice from the King’s left. Papyrus looked over to see the familiar blue fox standing there.
“OH! HELLO FAIA! I’M SORRY, I WAS LOST IN THOUGHT,” Papyrus said. He wore the faintest of smiles, but it was a true smile. His first true smile in a long time. Not a smile when Sans told him a funny joke, but a smile that showed that he was just the slightest bit happy. Faia returned the small smile with one of her own.
“It’s quite alright. You seem more yourself today,” She noted kindly. Papyrus tilted his head slightly.
“I do? Well, perhaps I’m just excited that we are all going to be taking on less of a workload. Everyone has been working far too hard these past eight months,” Papyrus explained. Faia’s face took on a look that Papyrus couldn’t quite piece together. Usually, Papyrus was very good at reading the emotions of others, but somehow, Faia was a little hard to read.
“Wow… I can’t believe that much time has passed already,” she said quietly. Papyrus quietly hummed to himself as he realized that’s what the face was for. His own face fell slightly as it grew more serious. They were supposed to be having a meeting, after all.
“Faia,” He said and the fox perked up at her name. “Do you think there are enough funds in the treasury to construct a memorial?” Faia was quiet for a moment.
“I suppose it depends on what sort it is, and how big you wish for it to be. May I ask what for?” She queried.
“For Undyne. Paxan and I were talking earlier today,” Papyrus explained. He nodded toward the throne where the helmet sat safely on his seat. “He brought that back by during our meeting this morning and we both decided that it should be something that stands as a symbol of strength for all monsterkind, not a status symbol for one.” Faia turned her attention to the helmet settled on the throne. After a moment she turned back to the King with a light in her eyes.
“I believe that’s a wonderful idea, your highness!” She said happily. A smile came across Papyrus’ features once more. If just the idea of it could bring a light to his left hand man, who was so overworked and struggling alongside the skeleton brothers since the beginning…. What could it do for the whole underground?
“I told you there was no need to be so formal,” Papyrus said in the softest of chuckles.
“Apologies… it’s just… so many monsters owe their lives to her… and we think that the helmet was her only belonging that her dust fell on… And she loved and cared about her position so much. I really think her essence lives on with that helmet and I feel that her life needs to be honored and respected,” Faia notioned resolutely.
Papyrus admired her thoughts. He believed them to be undoubtedly true. They provided even more reason for the memorial to be constructed. Undyne… no… his best friend deserved every bit of the people’s respect. In his mind, she deserved more respect than anyone, even himself, or his brother, or Faia, or Paxan. She deserved all of it.
“Would the cavern her house is in be reasonable?… maybe even with a statue?” Papyrus asked.
“Of course!” Faia immediately responded. “I’ll speak with artists and workers right away!” She trotted off happily. Papyrus didn’t even bother trying to stop her despite the fact that there were other things to discuss. This was far more important.
As the fox reached the door, she stopped abruptly and turned back towards the king. A more solemn look was on her face.
“Papyrus? What did Sans do before he was your assistant or the Royal Scientist?” she asked. The tall skeleton tilted his head curiously at the question. He knew that his brother had worked many jobs. Probably some that he didn’t even know about, but it was necessary if they were to pay bills and have a place to live.
Papyrus reflected on that for a moment. Sans worked many jobs and Papyrus only worked one. Sans gave all of his time working so Papyrus could work towards his dream of becoming a Royal Guard. On top of that, he gave Papyrus everything while Sans had so little. He snapped himself out of thought quickly as he realized that he was probably taking too long to answer.
“He had several jobs. He needed them so we could live reasonably,” He provided. Faia averted her gaze and nodded before trotting off once more.
After many, many, many people commented, reblogged and sent stuff to my inbox on writing a part 2 to best of friends. I am officially writing it and it should be posted in a week or so! Get hyped
When Kazuha was a wanted criminal— a fugitive on the run from the infamous Inazuma government and Raiden Shogunate herself. The Vision Hunt Decree gave Kazuha a great deal of pain— losing one of the friends very near and dear to his heart but never once did he sit there and accept the Shogun’s blasphemous scheme to keep eternity of her country. Taking people’s ambitions; their livelihood and sense of self— it was wicked, heinous… dastardly. Oh, how he’d flee from his homeland, the Land of Eternity, on the boisterous and spirited Crux ship setting sail to Liyue, the richest country in Tevyat looking for new beginnings.
He’d leave the honor and legacy of the esteemed Kaedehara clan back in Inazuma— letting the entire estate, heirlooms and family memories be seized by the Tenryou commission. But the material things were the last thing on his mind as he entered the land of contracts. He was sure to thank Beidou for her troubles, stating that he is forever indebted to her. Neither of the two know a beautiful friendship will bloom between them like the first pretty tulip in the spring sun as the time goes on.
Kazuha would be more or less down on his luck when he gets to Liyue. With no friends or family, little to no mora and without a sound place to sleep, his conscious and emotions are having an internal battle within at this point as the events finally catch up to him during his first few days of wandering Liyue’s terrain. The heaviness of the situation weighs heavy on his heart and there’s a moment he’s sitting in a pretty patch of grass by the waterfall somewhere in Bishui Plain. Here is where he thinks he’s both the most fortunate desolate soul in existence. A paradoxical statement within itself but his feelings in the moment truly contradict. He cannot be truly happy nor completely unhappy.
how you’d just so happen to see Kazuha at your favorite spot to come during golden hour with a picnic basket, soft blanket and notebook in hand. His presence comes as a surprise but its far from unpleasant. You remember the sweet fragrance in the atmosphere as you grew closer. A breeze that scented maple and fresh water paired with his sweet hums.
He’d hear your footsteps as you approach, his head turning just a bit to look over his shoulder. His pretty and slender hand itches to reach for his sword but when you come into view, and he hears your voice to him it feels like time itself has stopped. Kazuha has seen his fair share of pretty faces but there’s something about how you address him. You feel like a breath of fresh air… an escape.
“Hello… would you like to keep me company, songbird? You look like you need a friend.”
how in that moment, Kazuha truly believes you were some sort of angel, his crimson orbs peering up at you as the warm and golden hues of the high setting sun absorbed into your supple skin. It makes you appear as if you were some sort of sunlight goddess. A noodle strapped sundress clings to your body, the material flowy and yet, it still hugged your waist and boosted your bust. Your smile… your smile was Kazuha’s favorite feature. It will forever be etched into his mind, a calming image that he sees every time he closes his eyes.
Kazuha learns your name through a poem he reads aloud from your notebook. It’s only natural you’ve tried your hand in the art as you have such a love for craft. You watch him as he reads from the off-white pages, a soft smile as you bite into a sweet strawberry. It’s a knowingsmile really but you’re so… caught up in his own beauty. His soft tone and charming features have you; his lashes are thick and sit pretty on his lash line, his lips are plump, and he almost speaks with a pout. His irises remind you of the pretty red maple leaves that fall from the trees and dance in the wind.
But the name leaves his lips unexpectedly when he’s finished with the last line. The smile you had was for the simple fact that you had already known the hidden truth within the poem, and he was aware enough to piece together the puzzle.
“Apologies but that’s your name, is it not?”
His voice both sounds and feels like warm honey and velvet… and you find yourself wanting, no, craving to hear him say it more. Neither of you realize it then but the moment is comparable to an addict discovering their own personal addiction.
how over time you two are close to inseparable. The relationship itself isn’t very conventional. It was less than a proper relationship with no real commitment or obligation to each other, but it certainly wouldn’t feel right to say that you were “just friends” or “friends with benefits” as if there were no real feelings for one another. You never minded though, you were a free spirit yourself and enjoyed being in his company. Never the type to cause a fuss over silly titles.
Kazuha on the other hand was a “wanderer” as he’d like to say. So, it didn’t bother you much when he’d be gone for days on end knowing he’d be doing some free-lance work or setting sail with Captain Beidou (who is an absolute doll, and you love every time she comes over to drink with Kazuha.) The point is, Kazuha was the kind of man who couldn’t hardly stay in one place for too long so it’s easy to say something as petty as relationship titles wasn’t the first thing on his mind.
But despite him being gone for days, there’s really nothing like getting that familiar knock on your door in the middle of the night and opening it to see Kazuha standing there so pretty under the bright moonlight. Most times there’s not even a conversation had, or a word shared before your lips are hot on each other; the both of you sloppily pulling pieces of clothing off in the heat of the moment. It’s like modern art in some sorts, the way your humble abode looks in those passionate moments I mean. The garments of different fabrics, sizes and colors scattered along the floor are reminiscent of an artist trying their hand at something contemporary and abstract.
Kazuha’s length fills your warm and velvety cavern so well. It’s fat— always stretching you to the point where it aches deliciously. His leaky tip just barely grazes your cervix every time, you both playing your hand at such a dangerous game. He looks so gorgeous above you: his hair frames his face as he looks down at you, caging your head in between his toned arms. The moans between your both sound like music— so sweet and pleasing to the ears. His eyes never leave yours as he’s rolling his hips into you, making sure you know how much he misses you. His brows always furrow when he’s close, his hips stutter until his naked skin is flushed against yours. He ruts into you in a fit, his soft lips pressed hotly against your ear when each and every single one of his moans spill into. His cum leaks from your cunt and onto the sheets below you— you both laying in the afterglow of your highs.
about how Kazuha never told you that he was a wanted criminal in Inazuma, just living in conscious ignorance with you in your company. Thinking about how you were his medicine taking away all the pains he’s endured all the way up until now. With you, he could essentially play pretend and live a happy life, something he cannot do in his homeland. You’re his escape.
about the fall of the Vision Hunt Decree. How Sangonomia Komomi humbly asked for their skilled hand to join forces with the Watatsumi military. There wasn’t a doubt in neither Kazuha nor Beidou’s mind to give a much needed helping hand to her excellency. Well, there wasn’t a doubt until Beidou happened to ask Kazuha what youthought about the entire situation to which he responded, “All will be fine.” His heart was heavy with as he spoke.
That same night he left your cozy home with your screams still ringing in his ears. Your sweet smile and loving eyes were replaced with a look of hurt and betrayal. Tears streamed down your face as you asked, no beggedhim for an explanation of why he’s lied to you for so long and now he’s suddenly dropping a bomb on you. Being a fugitive from another region was one thing but, going back to the same place that exiled him for war and the possibility that he may not ever come back is… too much for you to process.
about how Kazuha would be somewhere tucked away in a quiet place on Beidou’s ship, his minds plagued with worries about you. He completely understands why you’re upset with him; he’s been keeping the truth from you for the better part of a year.
But he doesn’t have much time to sit a think before he’s off on the battlefield, but you’re still a lingering thought in the back of his mind.
Twig: “Hmm.. This is where the invitation led to.. I seem to be quite late..”
Twig: “I hope shes here..”
Twig has finally made it to the Sleepover Event! A little nervous.. or maybe shy? He wanders around the outside garden. He seems to be looking for someone..
GOOD SAMARITAN A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan. She asked the class, “If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?” A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, “I think I’d throw up.”
DID NOAH FISH? A Sunday school teacher asked, “Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark ?” “No,” replied Johnny. “How could he, with just two worms.”
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible - Psalm 23 . She gave the youngsters a month to learn the chapter. Little Rick was excited about the task - but he just couldn’t remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line. On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, “The Lord is my Shepherd, and that’s all I need to know.”
UNANSWERED PRAYER The preacher’s 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon. One day, she asked him why. “Well, Honey,” he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages. “I’m asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon.” “How come He doesn’t answer it?” she asked.
BEING THANKFUL A Rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy, “So your mother says your prayers for you each night? That’s very commendable. What does she say?” The little boy replied, “Thank God he’s in bed!”
ALL MEN / ALL GIRLS When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers , she would bless every family member, every friend, and every animal (! current and past). For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say, “And all girls.” This soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this closing. My curiosity got the best of me and I asked her, “Kelli, why do you always add the part about all girls?” Her response, “Because everybody always finish their prayers by saying ‘All Men’!”
SAY A PRAYER Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother’s house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away. “Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer.” said his mother. “I don’t need to,” the boy replied. “Of course, you do "his mother insisted. "We always say a prayer before eating at our house.” “That’s at our house.” Johnny explained. “But this is Grandma’s house and she knows how to cook.
THE BIBLE Did you know that… When you carry the Bible, Satan has a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. Let’s read the Bible every day So he keeps on fainting. Maybe one day he’ll have a stroke and never wake up.
And did you also know that when you are about to forward this email to others, The devil will discourage you, but forward it anyway.
“That’s a perfect idea! I did promise we would show you all the beautiful places here in Paris. You’ll really like it Antony. I felt the same when I first came here and I was so happy I did.” His smile shows once more like a innocent little child stepping into a toy store. He did remember the first day he arrived with Vanitas laughing at this.
“He is right. I’m sure we can do that while taking on the sights. You’ll find they are quite nice.”
Antony shared the same smile that Noe did. It excited him that he would finally have a chance to see the city for himself. It was even better that he would get to see it with Noe and Vanitas, the two men who made him feel welcome here. If they were not on a date, he would consider them his closest friends.
“Then what are we still doing here? We should be getting ready to head on out. We have a day to enjoy after all.” Vanitas can see how excited Noe and Anthony was right now. This should be a rather fun adventure for them both. He looks to them but was feeling ready to head on out.
“Alright then. Where should we go first?” Noe and Vanitas had been here longer than he has, so he was counting on them to show him the sights.
“Let me see, theirs plenty to go around so we can walk around and see what is beautiful to take in the sight. Maybe we can do that.” Vantias smiled to Antony but Noe was still eating his sweet to hearing this. Their was plenty of spots to go to so they can find one or so after.
“I would love to start seeing the sights with you guys! The arts, the museums, the landmarks, the flowers!” He was so excited, his sweets were getting cold.
she smiled gently and thinks. “Would You like to get some sweets after school, Anthony?”she offers. “ The new treat shop has opened today, and i’m really excited to try out the food there.“
His eyes lit up at the mention of sweets. “That sounds nice. I’ve been meaning to check out that shop since it opened.
