ok so like. hear me out? or hear MEOWt really- but yknow how swap paps' schtick is puss in boots?? what if... He... had a cat?👉👈🥺 and prince could help out with em cuz cats/pets in general Really help with anxiety and other kindsa stuff?? i saw the post for the pets the sans' would have and horses are fantastic therapy animals, since you said prince has a stable!! theyre smart as hell and surprisingly in tune with emotions?? but tldr considPurr; a Pawtner in crime for Boots as a treat
“so you’re saying there’s.. no strings attached, right?”
“nope.”
“none... at all?”
“nah.”
“...really?”
“stars fuckin' above.. yes! really! for real! 100%! it’s yours, completely free with no other strings attached whatso-fuckin’-ever!”
“....i don’t believe you.”
Beast groaned as Boots narrowed his eyesockets at him in a clear sense of disbelief.
“look, do ya want the fuckin’ cat or not? cause if you don’t i can just-”
Beast took a step forward and Boots immediately took a step back, bringing the white cat he was so fondly petting in his arms just moments ago even closer.
“nope. s’too late. look, we’ve become attached,” Boots said as the cat purred affectionately, gently rubbing her head against his cheekbone.
Beast rolled his eyelights before stepping back again and shoving a hand in his pocket.
"so..?" he asked, a hit of irritation lingering on his tone.
"...i'd say yes.. but.." Boots hesitated for a moment, glancing back down to the white cat before smiling fondly as she purred at him. "i'm just.. trying to make sure is all. i know your word is pretty good beasty but last thing i'd want is for us to be owing ol' johnny boy any more favors, ya'know?"
"yeah, yeah, i gotch'ya," Beast sighed, waving his hand dismissively. "ya've got nothin' to worry about. that bonehead has no idea i'm even handin' out these cats anyways."
"ohhh, going behind ya bro's back are you?" Boots hummed cheekily, receiving a firm grunt in reply. "i'm surprised at you beasty, you've really grown into your own lately! doing your own thing, hanging out with your human. what next, you gonna move out on your own?"
"big talk from a guy who's also still livin' with his fuckin' brother ya dipshit," Beast growled, narrowing his eyesockets at Boots.
"hey i wasn't bashing you about it," Boots laugh. "just saying how proud i am of you. our lil' beasty is all grown up now."
..And this is exactly why he hated working with these two idiots.
"ya know what, give me the fuckin' cat back," Beast grumbled, taking another step again. "i've already had enough of yer shit."
"hey no take backs! 'sides you already buttered me up by saying we'd be a great fit!" he laughed, taking a few steps back as Beast trudged forward.
"yeah and i change my fuckin' mind! yer gonna be a terrible fuckin' influence on her," Beast huffed.
"aww, you care about her," Boots teased, "so i guess the big bad beast really is goin' soft on us, eh?"
"IT SEEMS SO."
Beast paused upon hearing the overly stuffy tone echo throughout the large foyer. He turned to see Prince at the stop of a large staircase, their gazes locking for a moment before the smaller skeleton descended down, easily striding across the room to stand at his brother's side.
He was dressed to the nines, as per usual and looked just as tacky as ever in his little dress up outfit.
"finally get done lockin' your princess up or whatever?" Beast muttered.
"...I WILL PARDON SUCH BLATANT RUDENESS FOR NOW SINCE YOU COME BEARING A GIFT," Prince began rather smoothly while straightening out his coat. "BUT I WILL ALSO REMIND YOU TO WATCH YOUR TONE IN MY PRESENCE BEAST."
"heh. right. sure. forgive me, your most gracious majesty," he scoffed.
"APOLOGY ACCEPTED," Prince replied, clearly choosing to ignore the note of sarcasm Beast had dropped which only irritated him more.
He watched as Prince curiously seemed to observe the cat before offering a gloved hand for her to sniff.
"...so bootsy.. ya taking the cat or not?" he asked, not wanting to hang around anymore than necessary now that Prince Stuffyass was here.
"...whaddya think bro?"
Stars above and fuckin' hells below don't ask his fuckin' opinion-!
"IS SHE A STRAY?"
"..as far as i know, yeah," he muttered, shoving both hands in his pockets as he slumped some more.
Prince cocked a browbone in his direction before taking a moment to think.
"...DID YOU STEAL HER FROM SOMEONE?"
"now why the fu-" he began before biting back on his words and Prince frowned in disapproval. "...now why would i go through the trouble of stealin' someone's cat just to pawn it off to you two."
"JUST CHECKING," Prince said before turning his attention back to the cat. "I KNOW A CERTAIN MISTER SOMEONE, WHO OF COURSE WAS A CLIENT OF YOURS, JUST RECENTLY MET QUITE AN UNFORTUNATE END."
Beast let out a small hum in reply and merely shrugged his shoulders.
"I'VE ALSO SEEN A FEW PIECES OF HIS COLLECTION POPPING UP IN AUCTIONS. JUST WANT TO BE SURE THIS LITTLE DARLING DEAREST ISN'T A PART OF THAT."
"obviously i ain't have the slightest clue what yer talkin' about," Beast chuckled. "but i can assure you she really was a stray. my kitten was actually the one who found them out in the rain."
"..I SEE," Prince said thoughtfully, finally giving the cat a scratch underneath her chin. "NOT SURE HOW MUCH I TRUST THEIR JUDGEMENT THOUGH GIVEN THEIR.."
He took a glance at Beast.
"...CHOICES."
"how's about you just take the fuckin' cat before i decide to throw in a fuckin' knuckle sandwich, free of charge for the both of ya."
"VERY WELL! YOU MAKE A RATHER CONVICING ARGUMENT."
"sweet. i think imma name her pickles."
"WE ARE ABOSLUTELY NOT NAMING HER PICKLES."
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oh! how about a s/o who has a fear of doctors or dentists? (even tho i know they're helpful i just cant help it when i see them holding a needle (,: )
“at this point i don’t know who’s more scared, you or them.”
“I AM NOT SCARED,” Prince retorted in a hushed tone, neatly adjusting the collar of his shirt as he stood up from his post at your bedside before glancing back down to your sleeping form. “...JUST.. CONCERNED IS ALL..”
His soul felt a small rush of relief just looking upon you, your eyes closed and chest gently rising and falling with each deep breath you took. He couldn’t help but reach down and let his fingers lightly brushed away a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead, the undeniable heat from your fever reminding him that it really was a good thing he called a doctor... despite your initial reaction.
Your eyes had gone wide and hesitation was heavy in your tone, your hands nervously gripping at the blanket in.. fear.
.....
..It had nearly been enough to make him hang up on the doctor on spot and cancel the house call entirely.. but.. it was important to get you looked at.
This fever has persisted for more than a day now and although he wasn’t completely oblivious to human illness, he certainly wasn’t knowledgeable about them either. He didn’t like you suffering like this.. so..
“it’ll be alright bro,” Papyrus hummed, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “the doc is a good guy, he was recommended by ol’ fluffybuns himself. did a real great job treatin’ the kiddo when they came down with that terrible cold.”
“..I KNOW.. ALTHOUGH I STILL DON’T LIKE LETTING A STRANGER INTO OUR HOUSE WITHOUT MORE OF AN OFFICIAL BACKGROUND CHECK BUT.. WE DON’T REALLY HAVE THE TIME DO WE. I DON’T WANT THEIR FEVER TO GET ANY WORSE..”
“s’true.. though not knowing the guy does give you the excuse to hang around with ‘em,” he replied, before bumping Sans with his elbow. “who knows? maybe princess will be a liiiiittle more clingy to their prince cause they’re scared..”
“WELL THEY CLEARLY HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR WHILE I’M WITH THEM!” he said confidently, placing his hands firmly on his hips. “I’LL PROTECT THEM.. NO MATTER WHAT.”
Reader:You cute ~nyooms away trips over nothing gets back up and nyooms at a safer pace~
“......”
“and now in three...”
“....”
“two..”
“..”
“on-”
And there Prince went, chasing after you with that same ‘puppy love’ look in his eyesocket, grinning like no tomorrow. Sheesh, the two of you were were sweet enough to give him a toothache, and that was saying something!
