so we’re laying on a bed of tainted bones again tonight, a flattened siren of juice we only seize to voice differences. so we’re prying eyes open with promises we’ve sandwiched into seasoned riddles, a combination trying to open too many memories to feel okay. so we’re tasting the blood of tongues we speak louder than ourselves, running against the paint we hold in our fingers, diving along the spines of those we’ve crippled to gain a chapter in the mystery of wilting among the trees. There are words I hear only when you touch my skin with your lips - more I love you’s pressed into the nostalgia unzipping the night, I miss you’s toasting the air growing out of your exit. I know I’m always hard to love, and harder to wake up next to. I know I keep silence tighter than your name. And though you lost your smile when you took my hand, I’m sorry I loved you more than I could promise.


Whispers in the Dark is the first fic back after my hiatus, yay!!

This one was getting really long so I split it up.  That means I get to take my time on the next part (wohoo) but it also means that this chapter is primarily setup stuff (boo).  Sorry about that.  But at least you get it quicker?  

Whispers in the Dark

Pairings: None
Characters: Sans 1-S, Papyrus 2-P, W. D. Gaster the tall man, Grillby

Warnings: angst, implied medical torture

Notes: Baby Blasters AU belongs to the wonderful @spacegate​, I’m just playing in their amazing little sandbox.  
Read on AO3 here (chapters go up on tumblr first) 

Chapter 9

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So part three of Lydia’s costume party! Scott’s can be found here, and Jackson’s can be found here. More coming soon!! It’s at the same costume party! There’s another few parts to this with different people coming up. Hope it’s good!


Hiraeth- (noun) a homesickness for a home that you cannot return to, or that never was.

The definition on dictionary.com or whatever site or book I saw this word in does not do it justice. It’s an ache you feel deep in your bones, tainting every drop of blood bittersweet and haunting your every move. It’s the late night ghosts that shake your windowsills and the cold side of the bed that used to always be warm. It’s the emptiness between your fingers where others used to fit and the way your heart beats in the palm of your hand. It’s every heartache you’ve ever read about, but glass bottles don’t litter your floor- no, it’s all in your eyes.

It’s the feeling of your heart slipping from your fingertips and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

She deserved better, really. She deserved every cheesy movie kiss in the rain, the prince who’d sweep her off her tiny feet, a guy who would never break her heart- a man that wasn’t me.

I suppose the only hell worse than hiraeth was the one I felt when I looked in her eyes.

I had hurt her- the only girl I would ever love.

Her being Ella Martin- the kindhearted, compassionate, unapologetically brilliant, and dependable twin sister of Lydia Martin, who had practically forced me to attend this god forsaken party in the hopes of winning back Ella’s affections.

I had only reluctantly agreed, not exactly fond of the idea of moping about a crowded party when I preferred to do my moping in peace. Unfortunately, the redhead had a rather temperamental disposition quite unlike her sister’s, possessing a fierce way with words and a rather large baseball bat.

You see, Ella and I had been together for the better part of two years. We had been through everything together- the bite, discovering she was a banshee, a darach, crazy killers, possessions, a nogitsune, berserkers… you name it. She was my everything- my anchor, my best friend, my soul mate, the girl I had planned on waking up to every morning for the rest of my life.

Losing her was like having everything I’ve ever known being ripped away, the loss burning and the fall to the ground leaving me with a sense of vertigo I was sure would never go away.

It was all my fault- of all the ways for it to have ended, it had to have been forgetting our anniversary. How cliché

The forgetting about it part could probably be considered the least awful part of the whole affair. She had dropped hints all day, ones that I was completely oblivious to- hell, even Stiles figured it out before me. To make matters worse, I had even planned on helping Allison out with some homework instead- talk about absolutely cringeworthy.

No, the worst part of it all was the argument. We had all spent the day at Derek’s, and I hadn’t really understood why Lydia and the other girls had been shooting me death glares the entire time. It had been around 4 in the afternoon when she confronted me, casually asking me for the date.

I had responded with a rather irritated “Saturday” as I had been frustrated with my pre-calc homework, not understanding a damn word of it.

She rolled her eyes, inquiring if it was any important day.

I hadn’t meant to, but I had lost it at that point, yelling a “It’s just a fucking Saturday, for god’s sake Ella!” 

I remembered the moment vividly, the tears pooling in her sea green eyes as I softened, reaching out to apologize for my outburst.

She had slapped my hands away, anger coloring her tone. I can still hear her words, ringing in my ears like an awful song stuck on replay.

Don’t touch me. For your information, it’s Saturday, April 25.”

Thinking back on it, I could’ve slapped myself for the argument that exploded afterwards- the shouting and insults thrown so carelessly. It had been a haphazard mess- a misery better left to trashy teen dramas than our slow and steady relationship. We couldn’t seem to stop though, too caught up in the heat of the moment to care about the damage our words would leave behind.

She finally burst into tears, and the last words I had heard from her had been the source of my nightmares.

“We’re done.”

I had frozen in shock as she ran away, Lydia chasing after her.

The pack had been pissed at me, but realized that we all made mistakes. Besides, no one had been more pissed at me than me. Lydia was the only reason I was here at this party, claiming that couples fought and that Ella was a wreck without me- only convincing me to come after she announced that she couldn’t get Ella to even look at food. 

Ella had a long history of anorexia, something that the pack had kept a vigilant eye on. She had been fine lately, but the break up had made her snap.

Now here I was, vulnerable and desperate.

“She’ll be here in a moment, you might want to make yourself look as if you aren’t contemplating drowning yourself in the toilet.” Kira mumbled, pulling me from my seat at the bar.

“What’s the use? She’s avoided me for weeks now. She’s never going to take me back.” I groaned, pulling at the collar of the itchy prince costume Lydia had picked for me. 

“Not if you keep acting like this,”


“You’ll be fine, E. I promise.” Scott told me, the arm around my shoulder giving me a little squeeze.

“But he’s going to be here, and I don’t know what to say- maybe this dress wasn’t such a good idea. I’m just going to head home, okay? Yeah, home is good-”

“Ella, breathe!” Scott cut me off, the hint of a grin on his face. “Everything will be alright.”

I took a deep breathe, feeling a panic attack coming on. He must have sensed it as well, putting both his hands on my shoulders as we came to a stop in front of the lakehouse’s doors, a concerned expression on his face.

“In and out. Remember, count backwards from ten.” I nodded, feeling myself calm down slightly, letting the air out of my mouth in a deep sigh.

“Lets do this.”

He opened the door, revealing the party in full swing. It was an explosion of colors and frills, the crowd and lights pulsing like a heartbeat as the music blared. I smiled slightly at the scene- my sister was known for her wicked parties.

I scanned the crowd, repeatedly telling myself I was searching for Lydia and not the curly haired boy holding my heart in his back pocket.

My eyes met a pair of blue ones, my heart skipping a beat as I tried my best to look away- to no avail.

“I’m going to find Sofia, okay? Have fun.” Scott ducked down to whisper in my ear, leaving me alone.

“Damn him.” I muttered, feeling my heart shatter a little more as Isaac stared back at me, being dragged along through the crowd by Kira.

The duo came to a halt in front of me.

“Ella! Lovely to see you here! Eh, well I must be going then.” Kira stuttered out awkwardly, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so engrossed in the staring match.

“Ella.” He nodded politely, and I noticed the dark purple bags beneath his eyes. I internally cursed, worried for him even more when I saw the tiredness in his eyes.

“Isaac.” I tried for a tiny grin, instead settling for a half smile. “How are you?” I managed to choke out, feeling the awkwardness of my words and almost cringing at the tone.

His gaze burned into me as I looked down at my tiny glass slippers, wanting nothing more than the world to swallow me whole.

“I think you know the answer to that.” He whispered softly, taking my hand.

“Isaac, lets not do this here-”

“Ella, we need to talk.” I pulled away, not looking at him.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk.”

He sighed frustratedly, and I pulled at the hem of my dress self consciously.

Please?” He whispered, my heart cracking slightly as I picked up the hint of desperation and overwhelming sense of hurt in his voice. “Five minutes is all I ask.”

I crossed my arms. “Five minutes. I know a place we can be alone.”


Her bare feet hung over the edge of the treehouse, tucked away in a quiet little patch of trees behind the lakehouse.

I took a deep breathe as I sat next to her, leaning my arms on the short wooden railing.

“Cinderella?” I breathed out, not missing the way her lips curled up at the corners slightly.

“Yes?” She kept her gaze on the lake, her platinum hair catching the moonlight.

I sighed, taking a deep breath afterwards before turning back to look at the lake, sidling up closer to her.

“I’m sorry. I know that it’s not nearly enough to make up for these past few weeks, but I am. If it makes you feel any better, I let your sister give me a black eye the other day.” I paused to look at her once more, and saw her fighting to restrain a smile. 

“It does a little bit.”

I let out a loud, breathless laugh, throwing my head back as if I was about to howl.

As the silence fell over the two of us once more, I crossed my arms over the railing of the treehouse.

I cleared my throat lightly, gently covering her delicate hand with my own. 

“Would you like to hear a story?”

She nodded.

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves. That’s from Plato’s The Symposium. I found it in the library the other day, and you can laugh at me all you please, but I immediately thought of you. As cheesy as the notion may be, I’ve come to like this explanation of soul mates. It makes it realer, almost, to give it all a backstory. It makes it hurt more to think about.”


I wiped a stray tear from my eye, choking back a faint sob.

“Isaac…” I trailed off, looking down at my open palms. “I don’t know-”

“Ella, can you please just give me one more chance? I know I royally screwed up- trust me, I know- but I just want a chance to prove to you that I’m not the asshole I’ve been acting like. You know me better than anyone, Cinderella.” He paused, wringing his fists gently while tears pooled in his eyes. 

“I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever cared about. I can’t lose you too.” He whispered quietly, almost as if he didn’t intend for me to hear.

“Isaac.” I spoke firmly, taking his painfully beautiful face in my hands. “You’re never going to lose me.”

I smiled a little sadly as I looked into his deep blue eyes, the pain and confusion in them hurting me more than any words ever could. 

But people were not medicine, and I could not fix the broken boy in front of me any more than he could fix me. We would do what we had always done- build ourselves back up together.

His breath fanned across my face, and I caught the bitter twinge of alcohol.

He had been drinking again. 

His fingers ghosted across my ribcage as he rose his hands up to my cheeks, his breathless smile fading as he did so.

“You haven’t been eating lately.” He murmured, his thumbs tracing the outlines of my cheeks.

“You’ve been drinking again.” I replied in a hum, sliding my hands back to entwine my fingers in his curls.

“It seems we have a lot of work to do, darling.” He whispered, leaning in further.

“That we do, Lahey, that we do.”

And with that, his lips met mine in a kiss that we had shared so many times before- but this time, it was different.

This time, it was tainted with the faint edges of sadness- but also the overwhelming taste of new. This was a new beginning- a new chapter.

A better one.