Just gotta ask, whats the nature of the relationship between each au skele and human pair, from the first comic, it's apparent that not all (if any) have a romantic connection to say the least.(Echofell G deserves a smack on the head).
Iโm very sorry for the latest reply, I only now just saw your ask.. But Iโll explain the Echofell au in my version!
Bewareโฆ This is quite dark for these two
TW! sensitive content!! vvvvvvvvvv
Yes, youโre right! These two does not have any romantic interactionsโฆ I wouldnโt say yet due to the rollercoaster they both witnessed.
( context: Echofell Frisk apparently has patience as their soul instead of determination in this AU)
Echofell G, first met his Frisk when Frisk was apparently kidnapped and.. Some bad people have done bad things to them.
G had encountered Frisk in an abandoned ally when G was running away from the cops, why was he running away? Because G had stolen the most rarest soul from a lab.. Determination.
When G saw Friskโs situation and condition, he planned to continue running but the bad men decided to came up G anyways..
While G was beating the bad men! The duffle bag he was carrying, a container fell from it, and it was the soul that has determination! Frisk was in.. A very bad state, they were mostly beaten to a pulp! So frisk reached for the soul and somehow merged with it!
G didnโt have time to retrieve the soul after beating up the men, he heard police sirens anyways.. So he fleeโd and snatched Frisk with him!
So their dynamic currently isโฆ just frenemies? G is a hard headed dude, Frisk is a pacifist and deals with Gโs shit for a certain amount of time.
But deep down.. Frisk couldnโt talk back nor do anything to G because he was the one that saved them from that traumatic situation where they first met.
Even in the present G is still finding out on how to regain the determination back from Frisk! (Which means separating determination from patience but that will be an ouchie!)
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warnings... sensitive subjects, heavy implications of self harm done in the past, reader slowly trying to accept themselve
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skinโ a canvas with which you protect your body with. skin, sensitive yet strong, durable yet so easily succumbing to external damage. skin is the one that comes into contact with life outside of the body, a work of art. why did one find so much satisfaction in bringing harm to it?
skin isnโt perfect in its appearanceโ stretch marks lining certain places, small bumps and dents formed naturally, uneven in color; these are the things that make skin normal, even the leftover renewed tissue from a fall or scrape you had in your childhood.ย
skin was never meant to endure anything else you put it through; it wasnโt supposed to take on all of your pain and anger, never meant to be the blank paper to paint pretty red lines all over its surface. skin was there to protect you from harm, so why did you feel the need to inflict upon it yourself?
sadness, emptiness, fury or frustrationโ none of these should have ever led you to leave rows and rows of faded white lines on your precious skin, but it was too late. too late to pull the blade back, too late to keep yourself from falling addicted into the bliss of relief with each stroke of the glinting instrument.
youโre seated on the floor of your bedroom with a knee propped up to rest your arm on, leaning your back against the cool surface of the wall. your eyes scan over each of the traces left behind from your fit of rage years ago, reminiscing over the dreary times. the lines had faded, though the sheen over the scars are still there, reflecting a little light when hit in the right angle. the subtle shift in texture on your arm was still noticeable when you traced a line from the beginning of your wrist till your elbow with your finger.
everything was okay now.
the hopeless times were over and youโd pulled through with the help the wonderful people in your life had given youโ no more uncontrollable urges that make your skin crawl anymore. everything was okay now, something your younger self hadnโt ever believed would be possible some day.
everything was not okay.
the reminders of your past haunting you each time you remember what certain lines on your skin representedโ you feel as though youโve tainted your body, disgust seizing up your body each time you see them up close. no matter how many times youโd tried to look at them in a different light, they would never be able to seem like anything more than ugly scars.
โtheyโre beautiful.โ heโd told you before.
the first time youโd revealed them to lee heeseung was also the first time youโd ever heard those two words about the lines on your skin. heโd frozen in his place, eyes glossing over as heโd asked if he could look at them closer, hovering his fingers over each one. with eyes looking at you sadder than youโd ever felt yourself being, heโd told you that they were beautiful.
โthey show how much youโve fought: hard and long to get to where you are right now.โ heeseung had voiced to you, keeping a slight tremble in his tone as heโd pressed a loving kiss on your temple, pulling you into a hug that had made you feel more cared for than anyone else had ever made you feel.
some jagged and uneven, some precise and cleanโ the scars were not pretty to look at, but the meaning they held for heeseung was overwhelmingly significant.
โthank you,โ heโd repeated for more times than you can remember, trying to muffle his already silent cries by burying his face in the crook of your neck, โfor being here now. iโm so, so proud of you.โ
theyโre beautiful, heโd asserted to you, not because theyโre pretty, but because they show how much youโve been through and have overcome.
looking at your arms now, you think about lee heeseung with his kind eyes and looking at the discolored thin figures, you think about lee heeseung again and about his genuine words. maybe someday, you would be looking at your scars and believe with your entire chest that they were as beautiful as lee heeseung made their essence to be.
heโd kissed you so softly and gently while keeping you tight and safe in his arms, making you believe that one day youโd finally be able to love yourself, perhaps more so than he did.
She is naked and trembling in his arms. Perhaps he is trembling too, but she is unsure. Sheโs not too sure of anything right now, really, except his warmth above and around her, his maddening kisses, the desperate, thrumming want that beats through her.
She canโt get enough of him. Neither of them can decide where they want to focus โ lips trail off mouths in exploration only to be dragged back to where they started, hands wander ever lower.
She thinks the room must be alive with the sounds they make โ heavy breathing and soft groans and contented sighs. When the stiff border of his open shirt brushes against her hard nipple she lets out a little undignified mewling sound. Eager to hear that sound again, Remus replaces his shirt with his lips and tongue. She is only too happy to oblige.
Itโs his turn to sound undignified when she drops to her knees and takes him into her mouth. His groan is deeply satisfying. He cards his fingers gently through her hair, and he murmurs โDoraโฆโ in an unsteady voice she is determined no-one else will ever hear again.
When he pushes inside her they lie there, as still as they can, just breathing one another in, enjoying this feeling of ultimate togetherness. They share one, two, three breaths.
Then he moves and itโs like the damn has broken. They make love frantically. They buck into one another desperately, harder, faster. She arches her back, wraps her legs around him and lifts her hips to meet each of his thrusts, trying to bring him ever closer. They kiss sloppily, hungrily.
She breaks first, dropping her head back onto the pillows, mouth open in quiet ecstasy. He thrusts inside her a few more times until he too, falls apart with a groan of her name.
They lie there, entangled, for a long time. The silence is broken only by whispered I love yous.
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