Just Another Romantic Fic

I ain't gotta explain shit, art trade with Dworven
-----------------------------------------------------

	Dworven burst into Grillby’s, Toriel and Undyne practically wrapped about him. Toriel had far too much makeup on and Undyne’s choice of outfit was notably more “minimalistic” than her usual.. The three sat at the bar, the monsters scooting the stools as close as they could to Dworven’s. Grillby stood staring at the threesome, polishing a glass.

	“Sup, Grillster,” said the hip human, “I’ll take three orders of ketchup, with a side of fries.” He removed his sunglasses and gave the bartender a wink, his dates giggling at his joke. The fire monster said nothing, going to the back to where the frier and the ketchup lived.

	“Oh Dworven,” asked Toriel, “Why are you so funny?”

	“And HOT?” Asked the fishy monster, breathing almost uncomfortably down Dworven’s neck.

	Dworven merely smirked, his two-days-of-not-shaving beard shining in the light of the diner. “Oh, I was just born with it,” bragged the proverbial Chris-chan of thick, “I gotta be careful wherever I go, since every bone I have is a funny bone.” The two laughed, Toriel finding that especially funny, “No, I’m being serious. I have some sort of odd birth defect, every single joint in my body is really sensitive.” The monsters were howling with laughter, Undyne slapping his shoulder, making him stiffen in pain.

	“Dworven please,” begged Toriel, “Your wit and amazing style is too much for us mere monsters. Go easy on us.” Grillby returned, dropping three bowls of ketchup in front of the trio, french fries floating amongst the deep crimson soup. Before the human could explain that he was in fact imperfect in a way, the three ate ravenously, leaving not even a drop of Sans’s favorite sauce in the dish. Dworven slammed some money on the table, snapping his fingers for the ladies to follow him.

	“Back to my place, I have a fun night planned,” he said, licking his lips.

~~~

	Asgore, Alphys and Sans stared into the window of Dworven’s house, looks of pure awe on their faces.

	“Man,” said Asgore, “I wish my hair was the impressive. His beautiful glimmering chestnut curls are so much better than my pathetic piss colored locks.”

	“A-and his d-delightful, sultry v-voice is dr-dr-dreamy… I b-bet his Street Fighter technique i-is unmatched,” added the reptilian scientist, her voice quivering.

	“jeez, asgore old buddy, pal, chum, friendly, guy dude, how can you stand watching dworven lovemaking with your ex like this?” Asked the skeleton.

	“Well, you see Sans,” said Asgore, delighted at a chance to explain his particular fetish, “There is a thing called a ‘cuck,’ and I embrace my inner cucki-ness by watching other people love make with my wife. It can be quite enjoyable at times.”

	Sans shrugged, “that’s fucked, bro.”

	“Yeah,” said Asgore dreamily, his eyes fixed on the scene going on inside of the house.

	The threesome was in fact lovemaking, putting on quite the show for the audience of three. Toriel gripped just right, smiling as she snipped with the scissor, making a nice heart out of the red construction paper. Undyne focussed intently on making sure that her handwriting was impeccable, the curvy letters clearing spelling “Love.”

	Dworven was the last in the assembly line, bright red lipstick gracing his thick lips. He kissed each heart, giving it the Dworven Flair it needed before it was done. The three inside made love for the whole night, and the three outside watched until they were done.

	Dworven is the hottest male in the underground and all of the monsters should strive to impress him.

	The end.

	This is canon.