got to be a sin

Under the Mistletoe (Underfell Poth)

Because I love Underfell Poth

So here’s this short story for Christmas haha cringe material 

Also I saw this writing prompt: “Person A hanging 3 pieces of mistletoe in literally every room of their house because they need excuses to kiss Person B.” And I thought it was cute and because Fell!Palette is a sly bastard 

The originals won’t appear here so me and my lazy butt decided to call Fell!Goth Goth and Fell!Palette Palette because adding in the ‘Fell!’ part takes too much time

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Idk about you, but I think Hux has absolutely no concept of leisure time or spontaneity. He´s obsessed with timetabels and has his day structured to the last second. So when Kylo wants sexytime he´ll be like: “Didn´t you get my updated schedule? I´ve made time for you next thuesday between 1700 and 1730, if our supply from Ban-Satir II arrives on time (edit: it never does)”

Trying to get Jumin's bad end 2

Me: *at first feel guilty being a shameless selfish MC*

Me: *keeps choosing the insane choices but somehow keep getting +HEARTS from Jumin*

Me: ???

Me: *keeps getting plus points as Jumin actually LOVES the creepy choices*

Me: o_o

Me:

Me:

Me:

Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Me: *got bad end 2 with a special CG*

Me: i’ve abandoned my humanity and i shall embrace the eternal darkness

Me at the gates of Heaven

God: Sorry, it looks like you can’t enter.

Me: Okay but why??

God: Well, there are some questionable “ships”, and also some fanfictions you read..

Me: I see

Me:

Me: I’ll just let myself out

when you accidentally write a tragedy instead of a sin

thank you so much for the request! this drabble is rated g, and features a gender neutral reader! enjoy!


Originally posted by pahaperse

not that he’s waiting for you in particular - of course not. he’s simply ensuring that his bow is kept in perfect condition. of course he is. and he simply happens to finish up when you walk by, your smile of greeting widening as you take him in.

“not busy today, hanzo?”

he stands, full height, stretching out his arm to ward off any unpleasant cramping, and regally inclines his head. “[y/n]. no, i’m not busy. i was simply about to get some practice in.”

he doesn’t wait for your reply - of course he doesn’t. it’s not like he expects one. he plucks an arrow from his quiver, pulling it taut in the bow and letting himself find his target, focusing his energy on his breathing. of course he doesn’t flex his arm, in an effort to catch your attention on the defined muscle - that would be ridiculous! and her certainly doesn’t throw his chest out as he calculates the distance between himself and his target - that would be ludicrous. if he strikes a particular stance, the better to emphasize his profile, that’s merely coincidence. it has nothing to do with your wide-eyed gaze, the admiring sweep of your intake. he certainly doesn’t brush back the hair from his eyes when he lands his target, a calculated nonchalance that encourages your acclaim. he most certainly is not preening when you finally take your leave, full of admiration.

“and i am the embarrassment, brother?”

genji’s voice is infused with amusement, the familiar lilt of teasing that so often goaded hanzo into trouble. he grits his teeth on it now, keeping his head down, and focusing on arranging his arrows back in the quiver.

“don’t you have someone else to annoy?”

a chuckle; hanzo can’t help but glance up, just in time to see genji pull an exaggerated pose of hanzo’s own stance. “i thought for sure [y/n] would catch you posing, but perhaps they were too kind to mention it. you certainly were flexing enough to be caught!”

the tip of his ears are burning crimson, and hanzo hastily refocuses on his quiver, noting that he’s stuffed half the arrows in upside down. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, and i don’t care to. go bother someone else -”

“oh, hanzo!” and isn’t that tone familiar! it’s almost like ten years have been suddenly reversed, and genji is standing before him, whole and happy, teasing his brother on another ill-fated crush. “please, don’t insult my intellect -”

“you haven’t any to begin with,” hanzo interjected, but genji ignored him.

“and besides - if you’re too blind to notice [y/n] looking for you in particular, than all this posturing won’t do you any good.”

“what are you talking about?” hanzo’s voice is inadvertently eager, but for once, he doesn’t seem to mind: the mere mention of your name is enough to draw his attention completely. despite the expressionless plating of genji’s face, it could not be more apparent the he was smirking.

“brother, for all the times you’ve done your best to impress [y/n], have you ever noticed that they’re always willing to watch? it’s time you did something about it - this dance of yours has been going on long enough.”

he takes his leave on that last remark - clasping his hand on hanzo’s shoulder before disappearing into the base - but the comment lingers. the arrows in hanzo’s hands seem, suddenly, of less importance than they were a moment ago, when he had been trying so desperately to ignore genji’s teasing.

a smile flickers across the shimada heir’s face. perhaps, as genji had said, it was time to see you, after all.