#lostflames

While the boys are flipping through the Valentine’s cards and snickering, a certain flame elemental happens to be waiting for Viv when she walks outside the bar.

“....trying to be sneaky?” he prompts, amusement clear in his tone, despite the gruff distortion of the crackling fire.  “You look like you stole something.”  

His grin stretches suddenly, and he leans in close, bright white eyelights meeting her gaze over the top of his wire-rim glasses.  “.....my heart,” he rasps the punchline, looking pleased with himself--all that time spent around the skeletons has certainly rubbed off on him.

And then, he gestures back to the bar.  “You’re not leaving before dinner, are you?  There may be something for you in the kitchen.”

Prompt 34: “You’ve got something on your cheek.”

As I haven’t yet figured out who sent this, enjoy this instead.  One Grillby, Viv, and Sanswich to order.

Edit: I just realized i actually forgot to use the prompt line……whoops. guess ill do a less shitposty one later. Eheheheh >>;;;

Vivian was supposed to be meeting Grillby for lunch, a new deli had opened not far from where she worked.  Given the time she had for lunch during her break it was in quite the convenient location.  

So here she was, standing outside the deli, wheezing with laughter, and ten minutes late to meet Grillby.  

“ok, laugh it up. get it all out now.”

“I’m sorry Sans,” she said, trying to calm down.

“no you’re not,” he said, trying and failing to frown…and trying and failing to cross his arms.

“No, I’m not!” Vivian wheezed, covering her face with her hand and wiping at the tears she’d laughed into existence. “You’re a fucking sandwich!”

See, she had gone to the deli, and just outside of it, in a very large sandwich costume, was Sans.  It was so large his arms were held out from his sides and just kind of stuck there.  

“i think you mean a sanswich,” he said, flashing her finger guns as best he could.  She was going to respond when a familiar arm wrapped around her waist.

“Sorry I’m - oh no.”  Grillby finally realized who was in the costume.

“heh, hey grillbz, hungry?”

“I don’t even know anymore,” Grillby said with a heavy sigh. 

“I’ll take one Sanswich to go, please!” Vivian said, poking the skeleton in front of her.

“Oh no you don’t, don’t encourage him,” Grillby said.  

“But now he has buns you can toast when he gets annoying!” She pointed out.  Sans’s smile shrunk at that.

This one got a bit more serious than the previous one, but, full disclosure here, I’ve had a night like this, I just didn’t get the happy, supported ending like I wrote here. Its ok though.

Prompt 1 “If you ever forget how to breathe, I can remind you.”

It was just one thing after another.  Every little thing was going wrong, so wrong.  How did anyone manage?  How were you supposed to find the good in spite of all the bad that just kept throwing itself at you?  How?  To say that you felt hopeless was an understatement.  Humans were supposed to be resilient right?  

Then why didn’t you feel like it?

Why did it feel like you were seconds away from breaking into a thousand pieces?

You were scared, terrified that at any moment something even worse could happen, something completely out of your control, and you would be at the mercy of an inescapable fate that lead only to your death.

You curled up in bed, shaking from the sobs your refused to vocalize.  You didn’t want to wake up your mate, you didn’t want to burden him with yet another overthought fear that had reduced you to a panic.  He dealt with so many of them as it was, it wasn’t fair to him.  Why did he even put up with you if you could barely keep yourself together every time something happened to you or your health?  

Gods why?  

He deserved so much better than you, he deserved someone healthy, and happy, and…not you.

A whine built in your throat and you hugged yourself, trying so hard to stop shaking, to stop crying.  You couldn’t even breathe, your nose was clogged and runny.

A flame lined arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you across the bed until you were flush against his chest.  

The dam broke then, and that building whine turned into a hoarse sob.

He didn’t say a word as he held you, letting you cry yourself out and holding you securely to him, his face pressed into your shoulder comfortingly.  

When you started to calm he turned you around so he could dry the tears from your face.

“I’m sorry.”  You muttered, throat raw.

“Don’t be.”

“But.”

“No.  You’re scared, it’s ok.”  He whispered, sighing.

“You deserve better than me, I’m broken.”  Your throat felt tight saying those words, most of you wanted him to tell you that you were wrong, whereas the rest of you hoped he would agree and go find a life that made him happier, with less of burden like you.

“That isn’t for you to decide, Little Flame, and you’re not broken.  I love you, all of you, and I’m going to remind you of that for as long as you’re with me.”  He was looking you dead in the eyes and when you opened your mouth to respond, no words came out.  "When you forget you’re not alone, I’ll remind you that you aren’t.  If you forget how much I love you, I’ll remind you of that too.  If you forget how strong you are, if you forget you can ask for help, if you forget that it’s ok to hurt, even if you forget how to breathe, I can remind you.  I will always remind you.“  His thumb stroked your cheek as he spoke, and you could hear every ounce of sincerity in his voice.  

Your eyes burned with tears again.  

"I don’t deserve you.”  You managed to say, jaw clenching against the well of emotions building inside of you.  

He sighed.  "Do I need to remind you that you’re stuck with me, whether you think that or not?“  He asked.  You looked at him and managed a watery laugh.  You nodded.

He kissed your nose.  "I’m here,”  He kissed your tear stained cheek.  "Because I want to be.“  He kissed your forehead.  "I’m not going anywhere.”  He kissed you softly, on the lips, and then pulled back to look at you.  You were smiling, shakily, but smiling.  He smiled in turn.

“Thank you.”  You whispered, pressing your face into his chest and curling in to his embrace.  "I love you.“

Screaaaming okayyyyyyy here you gooooooo

Prompt 10 “We could leave.  We could go anywhere.  Everyone talks with an accent somewhere.”  

“Why does everything suck?”  You asked rhetorically changing the TV station away from the news channel.  You and your mate had been watching the news after your mother had texted you to tell you turn it on.  A sense of hopelessness and frustration warred within you and threatened to pull you into what could only be described as a foul, depressive mood.  Your mate took the remote from you and changed it back to the movie you had been watching previously.  

“Well,” Grillby said after a stretch of silence.  “Why don’t we go somewhere?”

“What?”  You looked away from the tv and at him incredulously.  

“We could leave.” He looked at you with a shrug.

“Yea ok,” you sat up and settled the pillow you were hugging just under your chest.  “Pretending that we could just up and leave our jobs, and money wasn’t an issue, where would we go?”  Your voice held dry cynicism.

“Well, we could go anywhere,” he said, a slow smirk spreading across his face.  Oh no.  The next words out of his mouth, with poorly concealed laughter, were spoken in what had to be the worst attempt at a Scottish accent you’d ever heard.  “We could go ‘cross the sea, where yon hill are green, like you always wanted.”  

“Oh no.”  You said, hiding your face in the pillow.

“What?”  He continued, full on laughing now and still attempting the accent.  “Everyone talks with an accent somewhere, we could pretend to be someone else entirely.”

“Stoooop.”  You moaned through the pillow. “That’s so baaaad.”  You were shaking with laughter.

“Something wrong dear?  Should I try something else?  How about this?”  He changed accents, butchering the next even worse.  

“For the love of all that is good in this world, please no.”  You wheezed.  Breathing was a bit hard at the moment.  He knew you couldn’t handle his “accents”, which admittedly he usually could do very well, unless he was trying to cheer you up.  

“Oh it will be alright, we’ll fit right in.”  He continued unperturbed, pulling the pillow from your arms.  

“Nope, nope, can’t deal, I’m out, done ”  You were red faced, laughing, and unable to look him in the face.  You attempted to roll yourself off the couch only for him to grab you and keep you on the couch.  “Nooo, lemme go you loon!”  He only laughed and pressed a kiss to your hair.  When you stopped struggled he raised a brow and grinned at you.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice amused, but completely normal.  You rolled your eyes.

“Yea, guess so.”

“Good, it’ll be alright, whatever happens, we’ll manage.”  He brushed your struggle induced nest of hair back and smoothed it down.

“Alright, so long as you don’t do that again.”  you agreed, batting his hands away to fix your hair yourself.

“Do what?  Talk like this?”  And the damn Scottish accent was back, though he was having a hard time managing it from trying not to laugh.