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Could I request more Y/N x male!Reader? Either Thy Starry Crown or modern!AU, that is if requests are open:))

Thy Starry Crown

(part four)

Male!reader x WMFTD!Y/N (endgame), Y/N x others

Word count:5.3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, sex, war, trama, unwanted attempted kiss (not between reader/YN)

Notes: omg, thank you so much for waiting. Got sick again 🙃and life got crazy for a bit. I hope this is close to what you were wanting and that you like it! <3 Thank you so much for the fun request. 

The Masterlist (look for the title for the rest of the parts)

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(Shortly before the war, mid teens, studying under Patroclus)

Back home, you were used to far more simple things. You loved your home - or rather you loved your family- but it was small and overcrowded. There had been nothing but fields and livestocks for miles.  Almost no one could read or write; so books and such were luxuries you could only dream about.

You took a deep breath of the salty sea air as you sat down at one of the empty docks, feet dangling over the water. Gulls cried out as they swooped and dived into the beautiful cerulean waters. In the far distance, fishermen worked as their ships bobbed on the waves. 

No, you couldn’t have imagined this. 

It was a good reminder of what you came out to do so you dug through your satchel and pulled out the scroll. It was an older story, a fable about Poseidon and the creation of horses.

It was embarrassing to admit that you couldn’t read, especially when surrounded by books and scrolls in Patroclus’ study. There had been so many. Only Patroclus didn’t shame you or send you back home, he simply picked out a scroll and began to sound out letters. 

Now months later, you were able to read and write on your own and were understanding more everyday. There was a joy to reading you never knew about and you were single handedly devouring your way through the family’s library.

Patroclus had chuckled when he realized. “I will have to take us to the shops soon anyway. Perhaps we can start with the advanced lessons much sooner than I thought.” 

The swell of pride in your chest followed you for the rest of day, enough that Y/N had rolled his eyes at dinner when he noticed. You had looked away, cheeks warm at being so oblivious. 

The memory was enough to pull you out the story, the papyrus rough against your fingers.

Foolishly, you had hoped for a word to describe exactly what Patroclus’ son was to you. Between your lessons and his training, you and him were both busy and he never seemed friendly. If anything, He was right down mocking during the rare opportunity. Only to be kind later. 

Sometimes when it was just you and him, he would ask about your studies and quietly listen with a faint smile that made your stomach fluttered. 

You couldn’t help but notice him. He had hit a growth spurt over the summer months and now easily loomed over you. Once you had caught him training when you peeked out the window and your breath caught at the sight of powerful muscles under sweat shined flesh.

A cool breeze ruffled your hair and you realized how warmed your cheeks were. Even the back of your neck. And the tips of your ears.

You sighed. Somehow you forced yourself back to studying, even though you had to make the word stick by sheer willpower. 

It was almost sundown by the time you finished your studying, your understanding of the story and what the writer’s intentions written down in a codex Patroclus had given you. After dinner, you and Patroclus will talk about it with the warmth of the hearth on your back. 

With a stretch, you began the walk home. The path took you from the beach to the patch of woodland, the trees ancient and beautiful with the golden rays shining through the glossy leaves. 

Then you heard it. A low moan coming from the woods. 

You froze, your hand tight on your strap. It sounded like they were in pain but you weren’t sure. It was definitely a human sound. Then it came again. 

Decision made, you hurried off the beaten path. The grass was lush and the dirt filled with little stones but you didn’t let it slow you down. Even if you couldn’t help them, it was likely Patroclus could. 

You heard it again but it was different and you frowned, not able to put a finger on why. Then you reached a small clearing, filled with wildflowers. 

Your eyes flicked toward the sounds and it took you a moment to realize what you were looking at.

Sitting under a tree, was Y/N and a boy who had his back toward you. The boy was  saddled in Y/n’s lap, his legs parted and his tunic bunched up around his hips. Y/n’s hands were on his thighs. Their mouths were locked together, the boy’s hands buried in Y/N’s hair.

Immediately, your whole body went white hot, burning down to the pit of your stomach. You realized that your hands were trembling as your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t describe what the emotions were. 

Something in you cracked just so, like an unspoken hope dying.

Without meaning to, you stumbled backwards and a stick broke under your sandals. It was painfully loud in the clearing. Both Y/n and the boy jerked toward the sound. 

It was then that you realized you knew the boy. The baker’s son. He would come around sometimes, asking for Y/N. You remembered how his eyes narrowed at you the first time he saw you. You had been surprised how handsome he was, smooth tanned skin and soft dark wavy hair. 

You had offered a friendly smile. The smile he gave in return didn’t reach his eyes. 

Only now on his face, there was a shock that faded into a cold satisfaction. Like he won a game you didn’t even know you were playing.

For the first time in your life, you turned and ran. You heard your name but you didn’t stop until you reached the house. You stumbled up to your room, not seeing Achilles’ furrowed brow as he watched from the den. 

You never knew that long minutes later, he stopped Y/n from going up. Their voices low in the hallway. 

Somehow you acted normal during dinner, carefully avoiding Y/N’ glances. You even genuinely laughed with Patroclus when he told everyone about something one of the town’s healers did that caused a whole family to get a full body rash. 

It was when you were getting ready for bedtime that you heard a knock. Face clean and hair damp from the wash, you called them in. You turned with a smile, thinking it was Patroclus wanting to tell you something.

Only it was Y/N. He closed the door behind him, intense eyes locked on you. You went stiff as a statue. The pause between you and him was a long one.

You wished that you still had your full day outfit on, the heavy weight of the himation was a comfort. The lightweight exomis felt like too exposing right now. You crossed your arms.

“Look-“ he tried to say but you spoke over him.

“I didn’t realize that you and… Yiorgos? Are together.” You said. Your voice was only a little bit hoarse. “He seemed nice. I won’t tell your parents that I know until you are ready.” 

He scowled, “We’re not. Together, I mean. It is just something we do.”

“Oh.” You replied blankly. You weren’t sure what to make of that. Being raised where you were and with an conservative mother, there was much to people that you didn’t know. 

It was an odd thing to realize that kind of touching was just something people did. You had been warned not to even think about it until you had a wife for children. It had been easy, even as the other boys chased after girls and talked about their softness nonstop.

Y/N had done what none of the girls in your village did even when one of them kissed you in the awkward innocence of youth. He made you want that closeness even though you weren’t ready to admit it. Maybe you didn’t have the right to be jealous of Yiorgos but that didn’t stop it from creating a pit in your stomach.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes flicked to yours and your heart fluttered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine. Really.” You said, looking away. Your chest was tight with something you didn’t want to name.

“…Alright.” He said finally, the air was heavy with unspoken words. “Good night, genius.” 

“Good night.” You told him, watching him leave. 

You slumped when you were sure you were alone. Jealousy and relief swirled in your stomach. For a moment you thought about opening the door and following after him. 

Maybe if- 

A breeze came in from an open window, ruffling the papers you had on your desk. You rushed over, slapping a hand on the desk, trapping the notes down. Staring down at your notes, written in still clumsy letters.

You have improved since then, and have learned so much. Patroclus said you and him will go to the shops tomorrow and start on the next lessons. You had so much more to still learn if you wanted to help people. 

You couldn't -wouldn’t- let anything get in the way of it. Not your family, not y/n or even your own emotions.

Your fingers curled against the rough papers. 

You had studying to do. 

~

(Year three of the Trojan War, early summer)

At some point, the sun had just dipped below the horizon and the simmering stars rushed to fill the void. The moon was ever watchful over her domain. You saw none of this, head bowed as you worked in the warm candle light. Ink stained your fingers and your eyes burned. 

The paper was rough, almost too rough to use but you did anyway. You cursed every mistake but pushed ahead.

You weren’t the most talented artist but after several attempts you had been able to recreate a decent picture of a human chest with the muscles and known organs exposed. It was a morbid picture but you needed the record for your own information.

Even as much as Patroclus taught you, you were slowly learning - or rather coming to terms- that not even your mentor knew everything. And the other healers were… less than understanding. 

Gods, you had been the only one to try to stay clean by washing your hands and tools between patients. Patroclus had been the only one to listen. 

So you took these notes in the privacy of your tent, trying to understand the very flesh you occupied.

“Hey, Reader? Are you here?” A male voice called out just from the flap of your tent. You frowned, trying to place the voice as you quickly covered up the notes. 

“Yes?” You called out, blinking your dry eyes. You barely felt human at the moment, mind whirling with information and exhaustion. You swayed when you stood, just for a moment before you found your balance. 

“May I come in? It’s Dion.” His voice was low, almost urgent. You frowned, wondering if he or someone else had gotten hurt.

You hurried to lift the flap and waved him in. Dion smiled as he stepped in. 

Dion was a warrior, tall and lean. His eyes were a soft brown and his hair shorn but his face was expressive and he always had a kind smile for you. You had first met him when he ended up in a medical tent with an arrow in his thigh. 

He had become something of a regular visitor for you, always asking questions and even thoughtfully brought you a treat every now and then. You liked that you could count him as a friend. 

Although you haven’t seen much of him since he became a commander shortly after Y/N. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked, eyes scanning over him. You realized he was in full armor but there was a fresh shine to it. You frowned, not understanding. Normally they shined before a battle. Not after nighttime. 

Dion nodded, his smile softening. If exhaustion didn’t have such a tight grip on you, then maybe you would have realized just how fondly Dion was looking at you. 

“Yes. Thank you.” He ran a hand over his head with a laugh. “You know you don’t always have to act like a healer, especially since you are not working at the moment.” 

“Oh. I guess so” You shrugged, tugging your cloak tighter around yourself. You wanted to say that you were never not working but that felt rude. “Forgive me. Force  of habit.” 

There was a pause then Dion took a step closer. You frowned up at him. Warning bells were going off in your head but you weren’t sure why. There was a faint smell of wine.

“There was actually something I wished to ask you.” He said, his tone shifting to something you couldn’t pin down. He reached over and took your hands into his. His skin was dry against yours, his touch gentle. Your breath hitched and you stared down at his hands in confusion.

“Dion-“ You tried to speak but he shook his head. 

“Please, just listen.” Dion begged. There was a crack in his voice.

You paused, stomach twisting itself into knots. Maybe it was pure pity. Or discomfort. There was a faint hope that maybe you were wrong and that Dion came for something else.

With a quiet sigh, you nodded. “Speak.”

“I realize that I am very foolish for coming here. But my heart won’t let me rest.” Dion said in a rush. “Ever since you saved my life, I have laid awake many nights thinking about you. How pretty you are or the way you smile when you see me. How clever you are and the way you light up when you understand something new.”

You mutely shook your head. 

But Dion plowed ahead. 

“Please, I could make you very happy. Whatever you wish for, I can give you. I have money and land. My father is a king and I am his first born. I can give you everything. It is so much more than y/n ever could.” Dion said, his tone hardened. He practically spat out Y/N’s name like it was poison. 

“I- what? I’m sorry. But no. And Y/N has nothing to do with this.” You told him, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. Have anyone else noticed? You thought you were keeping your own emotions hidden well enough. 

“Please, I have seen how his eyes linger on you. That he thinks he could touch you whenever he pleased.” Dion scoffed.

You only shook your head again, at a loss of what to say. 

“Or maybe it would be just easier to show you.” Dion whispered before he leaned down to kiss you. You pulled your head away and his lips were a hairbreadth from yours.

“Hey Genius, you missed-“ Y/N’s voice broke off and Dion finally pulled back just so, his nails in your skin.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tight.  His eyes darted between you and Dion then down to Dion’s hands around yours.

Y/n let the flap fall behind his back as he stepped into your tent. Like this, he loomed, his face dark and cold. He was only dressed in an exomis but he still looked like he could take on Dion with his bare hands.

“Commander Y/N.” Dion greeted, a slight tremble in his normally confident voice. His handsome face paled just a little bit as he looked away. 

“Commander Dion.” He acknowledged, his voice like jagged ice. “What is going on here?”

“This is a private conversation that doesn’t concern you, Commander Y/N.” Dion said back, his own tone becoming harsh. 

“Is that so?” Y/N said quietly. A warning. 

You took the opportunity to break Dion’s hold and took a step back. Both warriors seemed to remember you were there, their faces were a mix of guilt and wariness, never quite looking away from each other. 

You took a deep trembling breath, wishing desperately that you could go to bed or back to your work. There was a throbbing under your skull and you knew you would have a headache to deal with after this was all over. 

“Dion. If you are not here for any medical reasons, I request that you leave my tent.” You said, carefully not looking at your former friend. 

“Reader, wait-“ Don tried to speak, grabbing at your hand but Y/N blocked him with a smooth step, hiding you behind his back. Both men glared at each other, just a breath away from growing at each other like dogs. 

Then Dion scoffed. “Fine. So be it.”

His steps and the flap of the tent seemed loud in the stillness. Y/n waited for a moment, as if making sure Dion was truly gone before turning around to face you.

It was a rare sight for him not to be wearing some type of armor. The exomis exposed toned flesh and powerful muscles. His hair was damp with a sight curl on the end and you realized he must have just come back from bathing.

He looked so different from earlier, he looked softer in the golden candlelight. Something touchable. 

“Why are you here?” You asked him, your exhaustion returning in full force. It didn’t go unnoticed from Y/N and he shifted on his feet. 

“You missed dinner.” His voice was low, gentle. You thought he might reach for you. It was something he had done before, a press of a hand on your back to coax you along. 

You hated that you wanted it so badly. 

“Is that all?” You said, turning away from Y/N before he could. You went back to your desk, the words on the paper swimming before your eyes. You reached for your bag, pulling out an apple. 

“I’m fine. Please leave me alone.”  You told him, taking a pointed bite of the apple. 

“That is not enough for food and you know it.” Y/N said, his eyes burning a hole in you.

You swallowed the bite down. Did he really think you cared at this point? 

“I want to be alone. I have a headache. Go now.” You ordered, pointing to the flap. Y/n’s jaw tightened, his mouth a hard line of disapproval. You didn’t look away, fearless of the warrior before you. 

“If you don’t think I won’t toss you over my shoulder and carry you across camp to make you eat dinner, you are deeply mistaken.” Y/N warned, taking a step toward you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, hand tightening on the apple. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?” Y/N said as he got closer, his presence too big for the tent.

There was a pause, a single breath before chaos broke. You threw the partly eaten apple at him without a single thought and tried to dart past him, only he caught the apple in one hand easily and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you against his side. 

He felt solid and warm. Like the first real thing you ever touched. 

“Really? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” Y/N said, taking a satisfying bite of the apple. 

“Oh fuck off.” You muttered sourly, your body slumped as you gave up. That got a surprised laugh from Y/N, deep and pleased. This close, you felt the vibration of his laugh and your cheeks flushed. An unwilling smile grew on your face. 

He gave you a squeeze then let you go. “Please, join us and get some food. Or otherwise Pa will think it is my fault his student didn’t come.”

“Alright.” You agreed after a moment, too tired and too hungry to fight anymore. Y/N handed the apple back and you took a bite out of it, savoring the sweetness as Y/N led you out in the twilight. His hand was big and warm between your shoulder blades. 

~

(Year five of the Trojan War, first time together. During part one.)

The bed was soft against your back, a sharp contrast against Y/N’s heavy and hard body pinning you down. His mouth claimed yours again, dominating the kiss and you just tried to keep up. 

Your hands shifted to his side, tugging at the straps of the armor. You managed to get most of them loose before the kiss broke with Y/N murmuring a curse against your bruised lips. 

He pulled back, sitting up and you followed, hands still on him. The armor came off with your help, along with his tunic and your breath hitched. He was beautiful, a powerful, masculine form.  A living artwork. 

Unable to stop yourself, you brushed a hand on his chest, moving down to his stomach. The trail of hair was rough against your fingertips. His cock was thick and hard, jutting out between powerful thighs. Shyly, you reached for it, the weight of it heavy and hot in your palm.  

You actually whimpered, heat pooling in your stomach as you slowly pumped along the length of it, fingers trailing along a vein.

He shuddered, his eyes darkened with lust. You met him in another kiss, and you wondered why you denied yourself of this, of him for so long.  Each kiss was a burning mark and you wanted more. 

His hands, warm and calloused, moved along your thighs and you gasped loudly at the touch. Y/n chuckled, a warm huff of breath against wet lips and you claimed his mouth this time, cupping his cheek with a hand. 

When the kiss broke, he got your chiton off, letting fall to the floor along with his own clothes. He used a gentle momentum to get you back down on the bed. 

“Gods, you look amazing.” He said, staring down at you. His hands were roaming over you, touching your thighs and stomach. Your cheeks flushed, eyes darting down. Your own body wasn’t like his, more softer and your cock was already beaded, the precum was a pale pearl. 

You licked your lips. “Kiss me again. Please” 

Without hesitation, he did, leaning down and caging your head between his arms. His cock pressed against you, the tip wet and leaking. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. You never wanted to stop kissing him

“I didn’t think it would feel so good just to kiss you.” You confessed brokenly against his lips. He groaned, tangling a hand in your hair. 

“Drove me mad for years. You would be lecturing me and all I wanted to do was kiss you.” Y/n rumbled and you huffed out a laugh, your cheeks warmed. Then you called his name out in a gasp when Y/N reached down and wrapped a gentle hand around your cock.

He gave you a quick kiss, his hand still moving loosely around you. It was a tease and your hips jerked upward, needing more. 

“Fuck. Please tell me you have oil.” He rasped and you felt a thrill shoot through you at the realization that you caused that. 

“Yeah.” You gasped. Then feeling bold, you met his eyes - and gods, he really did have amazing eyes- and said. “I used it sometimes at night, just touching myself.” 

He swore again, kissing you. “I expect a show then, at some point. I want to see you make a mess out of yourself.”

You nodded, shifting to grab the oil tucked away under one blanket, pressing into his waiting hand. Biting down your lip, you watched him pour the oil into his palm. Your heart thudded in your chest, y/n wasn’t small and you weren’t sure if your body could handle it.

With the oil slick hand, he wrapped around your cock and began moving in even, quick pumps. His thumb brushed against the slit of the head, lightly pressing down each time. You arched off the bed with a cry, hands scrambling for something to grap on to. 

One of your hands fisted the blanket but the other grabbed at his broad shoulder, nails digging into toned flesh. Burning pleasure rolled though you like a physical wave and you moaned, hips moving shamelessly.

Y/N kissed you, swallowing your groans. “Gods help me, you are beautiful like this.” His voice was adoring and it broke something deep inside of you.

You fumbled, grabbing his wrist. “I want you inside of me. Now.”

He stopped his hand, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. Your and his breaths intermixed. The light outside had given away to the night, and there was only the faint candlelight to cast light and shadows. 

There was hesitation on his face, “Have you ever-“

“I want you, please.” You begged, “I need to know how you feel inside of me.” 

“I- Fuck. Yeah, alright.” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth before he shifted back, your legs parted around his thighs. After getting more oil, he lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder.

The first careful press of his fingers made your breath hitched. His eyes never left your face as he gently worked his thick fingers into you. 

“Breath.” He ordered softly. “And touch yourself slowly.”  

You let out a breath between trembling lips, making your body relax. It took you a moment to grab your cock, which had gone a little soft and just like he ordered, you made each stroke a slow one. 

“Perfect. You are just perfect.” He murmured, his pace matching yours. You wanted to reply with a smart comment but the moment felt like it was too vulnerable for such words then pure utter pleasure lit up inside of you. 

The moan you let out would have made a whore blush and you slapped a hand over your mouth, torn between shame and lust. It only seemed to encourage Y/N however, and he made sure to keep touching the same spot over and over. 

He pressed a kiss against your leg as your body twitched under the assault of pleasure. Your own cock bumped against your stomach, spilling precum everywhere. You pushed down on those wonderful fingers, wanting more of the mind numbing pleasure, needing more.

Only he pulled them out, smirking at your snarled order to put them back in. He ignored your order, grabbed your other leg and placed it on his shoulder and tugged you closer. Like this, the contrast between you and him was highlighted. 

His strong hands on your thighs, the intensity of his eyes, the beauty of his powerful form between your legs would be forever imprinted on your memory. If nothing else, even if you ended up burnt and regretful, you would have this. 

The blunt, hot pressure of his cock against your opening made you bite down on your lip. He sunk into you slowly, his mouth parting around your name and you reached for him. He leaned down, meeting you in a claiming kiss.

He was impossibly big inside of you, burning and remaking you around him and you had to break the kiss just so you could take deep, greedy breaths, head tossed back. He pressed wet kisses against your throat, still pushing into you inch by punishing inch. 

You gasped and shook as he sucked and bit down the crook of your neck, leaving a mark. You buried a hand in his hair, it was soft against your fingers.

“Y/n, please- please.” You tugged his hair and he obeyed, lifting his head up and meeting you in another hungry kiss.

Somewhere between a moment and forever, he was finally inside of you. And you no longer knew where you began and where he ended. The myth of soulmates, of lovers forever together in a shared body came to you between the fog of pleasure and the press of his kisses and it made such blissful sense.

Then he pulled out just a little then he thrusted back in. 

Nerves lit up in your core, tingling across your thighs and down to your toes. Your heels dug in his back, no doubt leaving bruises but Y/N didn’t notice or didn’t care. Your hands covered his, just needing something to hold on to. 

His thrusts were solid, steady and deep, deep inside of you. And you couldn’t imagine never having this again, the emptiness would be too much. 

There was drool spilling from your lips and you were babbling nonsense. If you could just think, you would be embarrassed but there was no space for it. There was only you and him and the rhythm of becoming one. 

“Don’t stop-don’t ever stop.” You gasped out, and he shushed you.

“I won’t.” He said simply, his pace getting a sense of urgency. Cracks were forming in you. Then one of his hands moved away from your thigh, leaving an oily mark on your skin, and wrapped around your leaking cock.

He pumped in time with his thrusts and you couldn’t stop moaning. 

It didn’t take long for the world to break apart, pleasure narrowing in your core and you sobbed as you came. Some of it spilled on your stomach but the rest coated his hand as he slowly worked you though your orgasm. 

Still trembling, you slumped. Your cheeks were flushed and you sucked in a breath. With hazy eyes, you watched Y/n lifted his hand to his mouth and licked your cum off. He groaned like it was fine wine and you muttered his name, still lost in the grip of lust.

Then he snapped his hips in quick strokes, pushing in deep. His hands gripped your thighs hard enough that the marks will linger for days. And you gasped and shuddered as y/n used your own body for his pleasure, shoving in deeper and deeper.

You tugged him down, kissing him. “Come inside of me.” You ordered brokenly, cheeks hot at the fact you were saying the words even another part of you had dreamt about it before.

He groaned out your name, and with a handful of thrusts, he came. He stilled deep inside and you swore you felt every twitch as he filled you up. He braced himself on his forearm so as not to crush you under him as his body slumped.

Y/n turned his head and you kissed him. 

It wasn’t the frantic, hungry kisses from earlier but rather it was delicate, gentle and you hoped it said what you couldn’t right now. He returned it just as much gentleness and you wanted to cry for some inexplicable reason. 

Eventually you and him separated and you winced at the slight burn, not expecting it. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, checking over you. If you weren’t already flushed, you would be as his finger dipped between. 

“Yeah.” You muttered, not sure what to do or say.  A part of you were sure Y/n would roll out of bed and get dressed, not even looking at you. You heard about it in whispered tones and hurt frowns. 

Your heart twisted at the thought. 

But he didn’t. He grabbed a close by rag and cleaned both you and him up before settling down next to you. Your body moved before you could stop it. 

You lifted his arm up and tucked yourself under it, your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady under your ear and you savored the beat of it. You pointedly ignored his chuckle and when his hand rested on your hip, it felt a mark of ownership. 

Maybe this will blow up in your face when you wake up alone tomorrow morning but right now you have this. You had him.

You felt the press of a kiss atop your head and when your hand found his, you interlaced the fingers together. You and him were alive and safe and together at this moment. 

Maybe that was all you could ask for. 

buddies

Hot Dog Night!  I think Miles is settling in well :D

*All the main bitties come to see the new submission with Dotchi holding the drawing*

Dotchi: His name is Miles? Aww, That’s cute, glad to see he’s getting along well with his family even when the Ray Bitty looks a little frightened for the Frisky Bit! 

*She laughs as Toriel and Murder look to the picture with Murder laughing and Toriel beaming*

Toriel: Oh! They’re doing Hot-Dog stacking! It’s been so long since I’ve seen a Sans do that! The Frisk Bitty seems to be doing extremely well! 

Murder: glad to see he’s been getting along with the others, always great to see. 

*He surrounds the submission in his magic and takes it to the cork board by the entrance where it is now pinned*

horror sans

Best feeling in the WORLD