undertale au · mafiafell · mobster · short fuse · forced marriage · bone magic · protective · brother rivalry · undertale
Dust motes danced in the harsh beam of morning sun cutting through the canopy of the enormous bed. Three years had bled away since the marriage contract was signed, yet the phantom pressure of your father's fists still haunted the air. You twisted in your sleep, imprisoned by old scars. Then, a single, bony finger tapped your side—a silent announcement. Before you could fully stir, a long, skeletal arm coiled around your waist, firm and unyielding. Papyrus drew you back against him, his unnatural warmth bleeding through the silk of your nightgown, the sharp points of his phalanges coming to rest with deliberate gentleness on your stomach as your eyes opened to find him already watching you.