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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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Hi, I would love a matchup! I used your suggestions to write something about me. I'm so happy with this event, I hope you're having fun too! Anyway, here it goes:

Qualities: Patience, Loyalty, Racional

Flaws: Anxiety, Bad Social skills, Childish sometimes

Like: Trustworthy, Affectionate, Willing to communicate(they don’t need to be good at it, but must want to understand the other)

Dislike: If they lie, Don’t respect peoples limits, Disregard reason and logic in an argument (“because I say so” or “because thats how it always has been done” is not an answer).

Dealbreakers: If they lie to me after I ask directly if something is true. If they purposefully say something with the intent to hurt (not talking about hard truths, i’m talking about twisting the words just to hurt the most). Not respecting when i say “no” to something (I usually say “maybe”, so if I say “no” is because I’m really uncomfortable).

Pet peeve: Wasting food, putting other down as a way to make yourself look good, superstitions (a few items like good luck charms are ok, but I draw the line at “you can’t do this” or “I can’t go there” because will bring bad luck)

10 years from now, in a research center, working in a project that protects endangered species, teaching in a college, living in a small town (not so far away from a big town, not so far away from the preserved area)

Pets: Dogs, at least two, so they are never lonely.

Food: Carbohidrates, wheat derivates all the way. Bread, Pasta, Lasagna, Gnocchi. With tomato sauce, ketchup and lots of cheese.

Hello !

We have a tie!

Lots of people could have correspond to what you're asking : Grillby, US Papyrus, UF Papyrus or Disbelief Papyrus.

The tie was between Classic Sans, Horrortale Papyrus and Dancetale Sans. And you got...

UNDERTALE SANS !

I think it was the more obvious choice. Sans is very patient, extremely loyal, rational, just, honest and trustworthy. He's not scared to say when something doesn't please him and his own relationship is actually based on this. He could trust his S/O with his own life, and he expects the same thing from you.

He is pretty childish too sometimes, but in a playful way. Sans loves to tease his S/O and organises little pranks, he can't help it. He doesn't mind you doing the same. He's not very good to deal with anxiety, but mainly because he's dealing with this too. At least, you have each other to talk about this.

He is a very romantic and affectionnate partner, sometimes funnily old fashion, but he's trying his best. He respects when you say no and he will never use people for his own benefits, it's against his morals. Where it might stuck, it's when he's not agree. Sans is a bonehead and he'll try to force his arguments sometimes, but he also knows when he's going too far and when to stop. Most of the time, he's avoding conflicts anyway. He's very moderate and respectful and will never say something to hurt intentionally. He knows, more than any other, that words can hurt very badly.

Sans is very cuddly, but he needs some space from time to time too. He's fine with you hanging out without him, he's pretty independant and likes to be alone sometimes too. A dog might actually help him getting less lazy. Sans loves dog and had begged Papyrus for YEARS to get one. Now that Papyrus is not here, he want his dog. He's pretty responsible and surprisingly good at educate them.

For food, he doesn't mind pastas, since he ate them his all life with Papyrus, but something new is fine. He's not sharing his ketchup with you though. If there is only one bottle in the fridge, you're going to fight to death. However, for the wasting food part, it's more difficult. He will do efforts over time, but the beginning will be very hard. He's not a big eater, it takes time to adapt after Papyrus giving him entire dishes of spaghettis.

I think he's completely a good match :D

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shyneanon · 3 years

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I don't entirely know the details either. It could be a debt of some sort (maybe he stole some donuts from her lol), or just an random dislike of him. Idk, I just have a feeling a lot of the UF cast have a mutual loathing of Fell XDD

Splynter gave me a prompt about UF Sans having to go speak to Muffet. I knew they disliked each other, but didn’t really know the details of their dynamic, so I asked. Honestly I agree, I feel like most of the Underfell cast just hates Sans. Which makes sense, considering pretty much everyone seems to love Sans in Undertale. Kind of reversed.

I’m not... sure how accurately I wrote UF Muffet, but I tried. I hope you like it!

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Shit.

Shit shit shit shit.

Sans stood outside of the door to Muffet’s, feeling countless beads of sweat running down his forehead. Sure, they were on the surface now. He was… pretty sure she wouldn’t hurt him.

But there weren’t really any guarantees.

And besides, even if she didn’t hurt him, she would find some way to make his life miserable. He just needed to get in and back out as fast as possible. Why couldn’t Boss have done this?! He’d asked, but apparently Boss had taken that as a “Sans needs to learn to not be such a fucking wimp all the time.” He wasn’t a wimp! This was Muffet they were talking about! And she hated him! Him specifically! She would listen to Boss, at least a little bit…. Ugh. There was no point in stalling. He just needed to go in already.

He forced himself to place his hand on the door handle and push it open, rushing inside before he could change his mind.

The bell attached to the door made a little jingling sound as the door shut behind him, and he froze immediately. Muffet was right at the counter, wiping it down. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

“I’m afraid we just closed,” she began, but immediately paused after turning her head and seeing who had just entered the store. Sans felt himself start to sweat again and looked away.

“Hi, how are ya?” He tried to say it casually, but didn’t make eye contact. He didn’t want her to think he was being disrespectful.

She gasped, an utterly false gasp of joy. “Oh, Sans! How are you? It’s been so long!”

An army’s worth of spiders scuttled down from the counter and surrounded him in a semicircle.

“Too long.”

She giggled. Sans could feel himself shaking a little. It’s fine. She won’t hurt me. She knows Boss would kill her if she hurt me, even if it is against the law. Reminding himself that his brother really did care made him feel a bit better.

“What’s the matter? Go ahead and tell me what you’re here for, hm?”

He managed. “I got some’a yer money I owe ya.”

“Oh! Really?”

He nodded vigorously, pulling out the cash from his pocket. At the sudden movement, the spiders instinctively moved forward, but relaxed when they saw that he meant no harm.

“Oh! How lovely!” She looked down at something he couldn’t see behind the counter.

God no.

“Why don’t you go grab it, pet?”

There were several snarling sounds and Muffet’s horrible pet crawled over the counter and over to Sans. It opened its drooling mouth and displayed its sharp teeth. Making sure to barely hold the cash between the tip of his thumb and index fingers, Sans held it out and let the pet grab it, flinching when it bit down. Thankfully, his bones were untouched.

“Aww! It likes you so much!”

Just make this end, dammit….

“Why don’t you give it a few pats, hmm?”

“H… huh?” Sans felt himself start to sweat again. He smiled nervously. “I mean… I would, but I, uh--”

“It will be sad if you don’t!” She flashed him a smug smile. “And I’ll be very upset if you make it sad.”

ffffffffff

“R… right,” he said, and reached out. It flinched, which made him flinch, but he eventually patted its head. It started to growl, but he knew better than to stop, so he just continued and prayed that it wouldn’t decide to bite his hand off.

“Aww. It enjoys being pet so much! You can stop now.”

He immediately withdrew his hand, shoving it in its pocket, and the pet scurried back over to Muffet and handed her the cash. She started to flip through it.

“Well! Finally, we…”

She trailed off, counting the money again, and Sans started to shake once more. Had the pet swallowed some of the cash? Please no.

Her eyes went from the money to him.

“This is only half of your owed amount,” she said, her voice riddled with distaste.

“Y… Yeah.”

All five of her eyes narrowed as she stood up completely straight. “I thought I told you not to come back until you had all of my money, Sans.”

OK, time to completely cast aside his pride.

“I know!” he said. “I’m sorry! I wanted tah wait till I had it all, but Boss--”

“Hmmm, or wait forever?”

“N-- no, I was savin’ it up, but we had ‘n agreement an’ I didn’t wanna--”

“You know,” she interrupted, although he hesitantly tried to continue blabbering. “I just realized my pet hasn’t had any food since lunch.”

The pet, which was still standing on the counter, turned and stared at him with its beady eyes. He tried not to look too afraid. Technically, he could annihilate Muffet and her pet if he wanted, but he didn’t want anybody to know about what he was capable of.

“That’s illegal,” he said. “Yer shop’ll get shut down.”

“Oh trust me,” she said, “I can make sure no one pins it on me.” A bit of a manic smile. “It’s not as if they’ll have a body as evidence.”

“My bro’ll know you did it, he’ll kill ya.”

“Mmm. Your brother is only so strong.”

That may as well have been an insult, considering the Underground’s culture. Sans didn’t think before speaking-- a bad habit he often suffered from. “Shuddup, my brother’s stronger than you’ll ever be!”

A moment of silence as they both realized what he’d just said. They just stared at each other. Sans started to panic. He didn’t want to shortcut right in front of somebody. She was going to let that stupid pet eat him and--

No, the door was right behind him. He could run! Cowardly, sure, and embarrassing, but he’d be alive. He turned-- only to find someone towering over him.

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

“Boss!” Sans practically yelled in relief. His brother raised a brow at him, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh!” said Muffet. She suddenly looked nervous. Only so strong, my ass. “Hello, Papyrus! Your lovely brother here was just paying me some of his debt. I’m quite appreciative!”

“AS YOU SHOULD BE,” said Papyrus stiffly. He must have seen Muffet’s sadistic smile through a window. Sans turned back around, giving Muffet a smug smile of his own when his brother wasn’t looking. How the tables have turned, huh?

She kept her fake smile plastered on her face, and her attention on Papyrus. “We just now closed, but you and I are always such good friends! Would you like something? It’s on the house! I made cupcakes just a few hours ago, they’re still--”

“NO,” said Papyrus, “WE ARE NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SECOND-RATE FOOD.”

She looked like she’d just been slapped in the face, she was so horrified. Sans saw his chance and sauntered up to the counter, the spiders on the floor scuttling out of the way.

“I’ll take some,” he said, giving her a massive, shark-toothed grin.

One of her eyes twitched.

“I mean, ya did say I’m real lovely, right? ‘N we’re all such good friends.”

“... Of course,” she said, though the murderous rage radiating off of her was quite palpable. “Anything! What would you like?”

“Ya said ya made cupcakes?”

“Yes, I did in fact do that.” She pointed at six cupcakes immaculately decorated with clean frosting.

“Nice. I’ll take all six.”

“All six? I didn’t say you could have...” She stopped, looking over in Papyrus’s direction, and her grin became somehow more forced. “... I mean, of course, yes! Six cupcakes coming right up!”

It was almost like she had to force her limbs to grab the cupcakes, put them into a box, and then hand them to Sans without asking for any pay.

“Aw geez, Muffet, yer always such a great friend,” he said, beaming maliciously up at her.

“Always. You two take care now!”

“See ya,” he said, and headed for the door. Papyrus said nothing, just held the door open for him. Once he’d left, Papyrus followed.

“YOU KNOW I ONLY LET YOU TAKE SIX CUPCAKES BECAUSE I SAW THAT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU DESPITE HAVING THE MONEY.”

“Yeah, thanks fer saving my ass.”

“LANGUAGE! DON’T SPEAK LIKE A BARBARIAN, SANS!”

“Sure.” Sans opened up the box, grabbed a cupcake, and began stuffing his face. “These are so fuckin’ good,” he said through a full mouth.

Papyrus sighed with exasperation.

He then held out a hand. Immediately understanding, Sans handed him a cupcake.

“Ya didn’t mean, it right? When ya said her food was second-rate?”

“OF COURSE I DIDN’T!” said Papyrus as he carefully unwrapped the cupcake. “HER PASTRIES ARE AMAZING! BUT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU! SHE DESERVED TO FACE CONSEQUENCES, EVEN IF KILLING HER ISN’T AN OPTION!”

Sans was too absorbed in his sweets to reply.

“... I’LL ADMIT, WATCHING HER SQUIRM WAS QUITE SATISFYING.”

“Yeah,” said Sans, “it was hilarious.” His smile faltered. “You’ll, uh, probably need tah take the second half of th’ debt to ‘er when ya get it. She’ll… prob’ly kill me if I try tah give it to her.”

“... THAT’S PROBABLY TRUE, YES. I’LL DELIVER IT.”

Cool.

Sans shoved another cupcake into his mouth.

#this was so fun to write oh my gosh #I wasn't sure where it was going at the beginning and then just #THE TURNS HAVE TABLED #fanfic #fanfiction #one-shot #underfell #underfell sans #fell sans #underfell papyrus #fell papyrus #underfell muffet #fell muffet #prompt

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valkyrieofsmut · 3 years

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Captive Love 25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul.

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets.

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over.

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull.

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment…

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up.

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time.

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was.

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time.

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking.

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets…

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her.

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly.

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him.

“sorry, boss…”

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary.

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.”

Sans didn’t say anything.

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.”

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!”

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?”

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better…

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-”

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…”

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around.

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy.

“Heya, Sansy!”

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first.

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other.

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again.

Maybe he should try to find someone…

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair.

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance…

…

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well.

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed.

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars.

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house.

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud.

His vision had gone dark.

Darker...

…yet darker…

…and darker, still…

…

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Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers.

“Just hold still, you little shit…”

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it…

“P-PAPA…”

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation.

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights.

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?”

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally.

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him.

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy.

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him.

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward.

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.”

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt.

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed.

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face.

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.”

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him.

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.”

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came.

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table.

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack.

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using.

“sssstttppppp…”

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.”

“sssttoppp…”

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.”

“sstoopp…”

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-”

“stop,” Sans choked out.

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements.

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus.

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it-

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it-

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being.

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him.

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up.

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints.

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into.

The power that was…

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him.

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists.

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment.

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward.

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.”

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…”

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them.

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-”

He was going to kill him-

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this.

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory.

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster.

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected.

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock.

Did… Did he just kill Gaster?

He knew he thought about it a lot…

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother…

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

~~~~~~~~~~

Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again.

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from…

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured.

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame.

Sans felt his soul twist again.

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better.

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…”

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…"

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body…

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up…

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something.

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground.

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size.

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly.

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?"

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack.

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…"

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured.

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…"

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took.

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

#underfell sans x reader #uf!sans x you #red (underfell) x y/n #underfrick #underfluff #tsundere sans #reader insert #y/n #mutual pining #romance #angst #fluff #multi part story #Read on AO3 #past abusive relationship #Sans is sad without Reader.

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tttinytrash · 4 years

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I got my first request ever from @red-tums-are fun, so thanks friend! They requested some UF Paps being protective stuff, so here’s my rendition. Onward!

Papyrus was out on his patrol, and as much as he wanted to get home he couldn’t let the thought of the warmth and relative safety distract him. That’s how one gets dusted.

Thank Delta he’d remained alert, as that was exactly why he felt the influx of magic coming from deep in the woods around Snowdin. He quickened his pace as much as possible without making it appear he was exerting himself, since he couldn’t seem as if he were concerned.

The teens who skulked around the woods were the culprits, which was not surprising in the slightest. He heard their voices long before he saw any of the hooligans, several very animated voices mocking each other and getting louder.

“Target practice!”

“Dude, your aim is for shit!”

“Stay fucking still, you shit stain!”

They were clearly ganging up on something, maybe Gyftrot again or another non-sentient rabbit. Papyrus felt his concern drop in favor of annoyance.

He stomped into their sight, and before he could even get a word out one of them saw him being imposing.

“Shit, it’s the Bonehead! SCRAM!”

Rather than chasing children, he merely crossed his arms and allowed his annoyance to shine through. This worked out just as well, after all. He had no desire to gain any EXP from dumb monsters still in stripes. Now, what were they scrabbling over exactly...?

Papyrus’ soul froze in his chest.

It was his brother’s borrower. Sans had found the little creature living in their walls, and had for some reason decided they were safe to drop the tough act around. (Delta, he hated the awful ruse the two had to maintain outside the walls of their home. Papyrus cringed seeing his own brother in a collar, but it was better than having a pile of dust instead.) Luckily, his brother had been right.

The borrower had quickly become Sans’ best companion, which Papyrus was glad for. (As much as Sans and Alphys got along, he didn’t trust her to not dust his brother one of these days, on purpose or not.) No one else knew of the little creature but Papyrus, who didn’t have much of a relationship with them. He just didn’t know how to approach them, honestly. The little thing was so meek and soft and no one survived the Underground like that anymore. Softness was beaten out of monsters at a young age, and he knew he terrified the borrower. So, for both of their sakes he’d stayed the hell away.

Obviously, he couldn’t afford that now.

He threw his magic field out as wide as possible, and the only soul left in the area was the bright speck of the borrower, so he threw his persona to the wind and stooped down to where they laid in the snow.

Oh god, they were bleeding. That was bad. He cupped his hands around them, and gentle as his big hands could manage scooped them from the ground. Their HP was pretty low, and they were shaking like a leaf. Was it pain? Fear? ...Were they afraid of him, still?

“p-pa...papyrus...” They weakly called out to him, tone watery and full of untold relief. They hugged his fingers as best they could, crying silent tears.

His soul swelled at their trust and simultaneously broke at how fragile a hold on life they had. He had to help, dammit. For the first time in what felt like ages, he pulled healing magic to pool in his hands, willing their wounds to close and the blood to stop leaking.

This was terrifying on multiple levels, in that healing magic threw one’s intent open wide to the one receiving it. He knew all the concern, protectiveness, and fear he had for them was being laid bare by the required connection of the green glow flowing from his metacarpals. Well, he had no time to consider hesitation and given their lack of connection to magic he hoped they didn’t piece it all together. On another level of fear, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. As a youth he’d been the strongest healer in Snowdin. When things took a turn for the worst and healing magic became dangerous to practice, and violence became a horrible necessity, his adeptness had left him. He tried to tap into what used to be a plentiful well for this type of spell, but found the EXP he’d accrued (the lowest of any in the guard, he was proud to say) over the hard years felt like an impassable block. Damn his LV!

“...what... what are you doing? feels... warm. safe...” The borrower rasped.

He felt the stutter in the flow of magic, flinching but pushing forward anyways. “I’M HELPING YOU. JUST FOCUS ON THAT FEELING AND LET ME.”

They gave him a weak sound of affirmation.

The blood did stop. But they still shook. He needed the med kit at home, the monster candy would have to do the rest of the work. Now that his focus wasn’t on channeling all the good intent he could muster into the tiny form in his hands, he could rush home. Again, he couldn’t outright sprint, but he definitely strode at a much faster pace than usual.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THE WOODS? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET OUT THIS FAR? NO, IT DOESN’T MATTER NOW, BUT YOU NEED TO STAY AWAKE.”

“it’s cold...”

Ah, right. Organic beings and cold weren’t a good mix. ...Borrowers weren’t normally this blue, were they? Shit. They needed to warm up, and fast.

His body armor didn’t exactly offer much warmth, and even his scarf would be sub par considering the gapping that occurred from him being skeletal (not much neck to fill out a scarf, obviously.) He knew what he had to do but Delta he didn’t want to.

His resolve melted when he felt the hold they’d kept on his thumb start to waver. If they fell asleep now, they wouldn’t wake up.

He found a secluded area and cycled a breath. “I AM GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO HELP. REMAIN CALM AND YOU’LL BE FINE.”

The speech was honestly more for him than them. Sans had already done this a few times, for less dire reasons. It had alway baffled Papyrus that the two seemed to enjoy what was about to happen, but at least now it would prevent them from panicking.

That didn’t help with his panic at all, unfortunately.

Another deep breath, and he tried to force himself to calm down. This was apparently skeletal tradition, taking someone in. But Papyrus had considered himself fortunate to never have to partake, not counting the times his brother had done it to him when he was a babybones. However, those were before he had any memories. There was just no good reason for adults to do anything of this sort in his mind. And yet, here he was.

He was stalling, he knew it. Ugh, just get it over with, they’re literally dying in his hands!

His thoughts stilled and settled into firm resolve when their tiny body was wracked by a fit of painful sounding coughing. They needed him, whether either of them liked it or not.

“JUST STAY STILL.” he said, still mildly panicking.

As he couldn’t stall anymore, he decided to rush it instead. As soon as the borrower gave him confused but un-reluctant consent (Their mental state must have been even worse off than he’d originally thought to put this much faith in someone they barely knew.) he hastily shoved their body into his mouth. He felt them start to move in reaction to what he’d done but instead of letting that deter him, he ripped his skull back and swallowed firmly.

Now he couldn’t help but focus on the sensations of their descent. They felt like a block of ice slipping toward his core, except that he felt every twitch they made along the way. The heavy feeling settled at the base of his ribs, creating a pouch of magic to contain their tiny form. A tiny portion of the orb of cherry red magic. was visible under his armor, which he was able to obscure by somewhat awkwardly crossing is arms. He took his speedy march back up, heading straight for home. The sooner they were out, the better.

He nearly fell over when they started petting at him.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he hissed, face glowing with excess magic.

“You seem so tense... I’m trying to help....”

He laughed, scrubbing his shaking hands over his face. “You nearly die, and you try to calm me down. A stranger. I don’t understand you, little one.”

“You’re not a stranger... You’re a friend...”

What? He wasn’t... They said...? He couldn’t process this now, he’d shut down if he didn’t give himself a task. “...We need to get you home.”

He only felt further baffled when the rubbing started again.

He texted his brother to come home immediately, and Sans was indeed there by the door when Papyrus arrived at their home.

“perimeter’s clear. ‘sup boss?” Sans asked, clearly concerned.

Papyrus uncrossed his arms and wasted no time in dispelling the magic pouch to remove the significantly less blue borrower. He presented them to Sans on a flat palm, saying “They were attacked in the woods. I did what I could, but they’ll need monster candy.”

Sans’ eyelights flickered out, but he took custody of the borrower without question and scuttled into the kitchen where the med kit was hidden. He heard both of their voices quietly exchanging and knew the borrower would be fine.

Papyrus took his leave, retreating to his room. His job was done, leaving him to muddle through the questions this encounter had left with him. Why did they consider him a friend? Did he deserve that title?

Well, maybe instead he could take this show of faith from their side to break down his walls a little and reach back out to them in kind.

But that was later, after the healing was done.

#extreme cuddling #endosoma #safe vore #protective vore #soft vore #undertail underfell #undertail vore

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imagines4undertale · 4 years

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Hello, yes, uhm—- I just wanted to ask how the US boys (plus Red!) would react to their S/O having a habit of giving them a flower every so often and then telling them the meaning. (I’m a sucker for flower language and suppose S/O is too.) Like a blue hyacinth if they’ve had an argument (which means regret), or a black-eyed susan when they’ve had a bad day (which symbolizes encouragement). Or perhaps just a rose, which means deep love. Thank you and I hope this makes sense! 😅

Makes perfect sense sweetie! One floral imagine coming right up! 🌷

US!Sans(Blue)-

Blue is going to be the most receptive of this kind of gesture and probably return the favor. He’ll try to keep the flowers that you give him alive for as long as possible and treat them like they are priceless until they are fully wilted. Sometimes you’ll catch him just staring at them with a happy smile on his face. He even does his own research on the flowers so when you hand him a rose he immediately turns bright blue in the face before you even tell him what it means. He loves each one and will even suggest making a flower garden in his backyard with all of your favorites in it along with some ingredients for tacos.

One day, you and Blue were out on a date at a national park with a picnic in tow. Blue had planned the whole thing from food to location and said that it was a day for you to celebrate your 3 year anniversary of your first date. He seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement, which tipped you off that he might be planning something more. You had already set out the contents of the basket Blue had brought and were getting ready to start eating when he told you to close your eyes for a moment. When he tells you to open them, in his hands in front of you is a tissue paper lined box with an intricately woven flower crown of pale pink primrose (I can’t live without you, love, passion), white arbutus blossoms (undying love and devotion), white forget-me-nots (true love, fidelity), and large white and red variegated camellias (you’re a flame in my heart, you’re adorable) inside. Blue carefully removes it from the box and places it atop your head before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“MY CUTE, SWEET, WONDERFUL HUMAN, I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR SPECIAL SURPRISE! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS HAS BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR WEEKS AND PRACTICING HIS WEAVING EVEN LONGER. I HOPE THIS LITTLE GIFT CAN TELL YOU SOME SMALL PORTION OF THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU!” He states with a beaming smile before attacking your face with small peppering kisses. “NOW LET US ENJOY OUR DAY TOGETHER MY PERFECT LITTLE HUMAN.”

US!Papyrus(Stretch)-

Stretch is a little more laid back about the whole thing. He still loves the sentiment and will take care of the flowers until they wilt, but he won’t put as much into it as Blue does. He will, however, dive head first into any knowledge he can find about flower language. It isn’t something that he does consciously, he just tends to get fixated on things he finds interesting and with you being obsessed with it he can’t help but be interested. Eventually, he might know more than even you, but he’ll never tell you that. Stretch likes having you tell him the meaning and how they are meant to make him smile even if he already knows that, the season they grow in, and what flowers they are related to just by sight. He won’t really reciprocate on a regular basis (it’s a lot of work to find all the right flowers and get them arranged alright?) but he finds other ways to show you he loves you and the sentiment of the flowers. A lot of which is through puns.

The two of you are laying down on the couch in front of the TV with some random show thrown on. It was a Sunday with nothing else really going on. You have your head on Stretch’s chest with the rest of your body draped over his legs and some strategic pillows to save you some of his pointier parts. It was cozy, warm, and when you listened hard enough you could hear the thrum of Stretch’s soul. His chest rose and fell as he pet your hair and hummed a tone of contentment.

“hmmmm, honey i’m having a ‘lilly’ (it’s heaven to be with you) good day with you. we should do this more often.” He lazily mumbles into your hair.

“Heh, if we had it your way we would just lay here forever never go anywhere.” you huff a laugh into his hoodie.

“yeeeaaah, so? i just want some’bud’y to love on. i have these ‘tulips’ (perfect love) and i want to put them to good use.” Stretch chuckles, as he lifts your head to peck your lips.

“You don’t even have lips you doof.” You retort as you return the kiss to his cheek. Stretch gives a lazy gasp of offence, draping an arm over his eyes.

“how dare you. that’s it. i’m ‘leaf’ing you once and ‘floral’. you’ve hurt me too deeply.” He drones out, trying to keep a straight face, but lightly jostling you with the few huffing laughs that manage to escape him.

“Oh, shut up and ‘plant’ one on me.” You say as you use his hoodie to pull him roughly into a kiss. When you break, both giggling lightly still, you settle back into your comfortable position. From the corner of your eye you see Stretch with a wide, relaxed, smile.

UF!Sans(Red)-

Red will be the least outwardly expressive of his feelings toward the flowers and won't reciprocate at all. He still appreciates them, but you won't see them on display in a vase after you give them to him. It makes him feel weird to have such a meaningful gift given to him and just doesn’t know how to react a lot of the time. Red still thanks you for them and whenever you do it his face flushes a deep red as he accepts them. Internally, Red treasures each flower as if it were made of gold. They are some of his favorite things in the world, though he would never tell anyone that. His favorite would likely be the rose as it is physical proof of your love for him and sometimes he needs something like that.

You had chosen to hang out at your boyfriend's house for the day. You had been hanging out in his room, laying on his bed, talking, and sharing funny things you found on your phones. Papyrus screamed up the stairs asking Red to bring his laundry down so he could start a load. Begrudgingly, Red dragged himself out from the bed and your arms and began to pull the laundry from the pile that had built from the bottom of his closet. Unfortunately, the clothes had tangled in with some of the objects on a low shelf in the closet and fell to the ground as Red pulled them out.

Of these objects, the most interesting was a blank covered book that tumbled out and splayed open as it hit the floor. As it did, dozens of carefully pressed and preserved flowers scattered to the floor. Every flower you had ever given Red seemed to litter the floor, each with a small tag tied to it with a description written in fine, beautiful cursive. They seemed undamaged by their trip, but Red looked like he had just unleashed Pandora's box out of the book. His eyes were wide and missing their pricks of light while his face seemed to be fluorescent red and dripping in sweat. Quickly, but with delicate hands, Red placed all the flowers back into the book and then back into the closet.

"...you didn't see no'tin alright?" He says as he wipes his head and starts gathering up his laundry again.

"N-nope, nothing." You say as you roll toward away from Red and hide your burning face in his pillows.

(Hope I did this one right! I had to do some research, but it was fun! Thank you for the ask, I love making people happy with these. Give me feedback if you can and more asks if you think of some everybody! Have a good day!)

#ask #answer #anon #undertale #undertale imagines #us!papyrus #us!sans #uf!sans #sans #papyrus #flowers

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franstastic-ideas · 4 years

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Master List Oct Edition (1/2)

It was as I predicted: bigger; so big in fact that it had to be split into two else the tags won’t work.

This half contains AU-centric headcanons (excluding Classic Undertale)

The second half contains Classic Undertale, Multiple AU posts, other headcanons (mostly of dif AUs) and Franstastic-Idea's more personal posts

More Than Frans - October Content

Wraithtale————————————————

Oct 1

WT? confession? proposal? marriage? gasp! babehs????

Some WT gang headcanons

beach episode hc for wt papara? or frans?

Oct 4 - can we take a peek in wtPapara/Frans dates?

Oct 6 - Granpa Gaster and Fatherhood hyjinks for the brothers?

Oct 7 - I’m interested in more “beach episode” headcanons for WT

Oct 9 - How would gaster react to seeing Sans's wraith gf????

Oct 11 - what of pregnant WT Frans and Papara?

Oct 20 - A ‘Thorny’ Situation…

Oct 21 - Wraithtale laws of magic and are there humans magicians?

Oct 23

So, Rosalyn's "rivalry" with Frisk is PURELY one-sided

I would love to for Rosalyn to meet Chara

Mettaton’s confrontation with Rosalyn

I'd like to know what Wraithtale AU is?

I'm okay with tsunderes... if they don't punch every 5 minutes...

Is Roselyn also the person who nearly killed wraith Frisk

What's Kris’ role?

Rosalyn would need the perfect plan on how to get WT Frisk to leave

Would WT Kris ever meet WT Susie or WT Ralsei?

Would the Wrathtale characters ever get Kris to come out of hiding?

Oct 27

Would WT Chara be instantly alerted to WT Frisk's sudden absence

"Sans and Papyrus are kind of jealous over Kris, but it isn’t serious."

Oct 28

Frisk snapping back in defense of Sans and calling Rosalyn out on it

Is it because Kris uses magic to eat without gaining weight

Did Frisk and Chara even know what "cosplay" was?

Cryptozoologist Frisk———————————

Oct 1

Cryptozoologist Frisk and Sans confessions?

Cryptozoologist au love triangle proposals

We for CryptoFrans but what about CryptoFrister?

Oct 2 - what if she chose ... j e r r y ?

Oct 5 - If Frisk confessed romantic interest in Papyrus?

Oct 12 - Sans stumbles upon a section of how cute the Sans is

Oct 22 - Frisk gets injured. How would Sans or Gaster react?

Oct 30

Can we have some cryptozoologist au hcs?

Any Sans centric Sans centric cryptozoologist au hc?

Pure Convergence AU——————————

Oct 5

Sans Reacts to Red Moving Into the House Across the Street

The skeletons share one braincell amongst each other

Oct 9 - The Convergence AU Cast as Gravity Falls Gifs

Oct 13

What is Sans' pet chickens relationship with the other Frisks?

How would Sans feel about someone who cooked his pet chicken?

how does Sans feel to rival against the cool one(G)?

what time of space time shenanagins would happen with the chicken

Oct 14 - What breed of chicken would Henri be?

Oct 22

Do the other skeletons have any pets of their own?

I forgot Gaster in that ‘which birds would the other boys have’ ask

What is the convergence au?

Oct 23

what about convergence au cuddles?

More convergence Au please! Thank you!

Reverse harem trope of the Convergence AU specifics

The first rule of the Skeleton Harem is:

I don't hate reverse harems

Oct 26

What costumes would Frisk and the skeleton harem wear

What a halloween stuff would the sanses and frisk do?

Oct 28

Frisk and the skeleton boys are going to anime convention

Pure Children of the Ruins————————

Oct 1

pssst how about Children of the Ruins hcs

Would Flowey be jealous over Chara and Papyrus?

Oct 2

more child of the ruins headcanon please!

everybody in the keepers of the ruins looks like?

Oct 10 - First kisses? for Frans/Papara Ruin Kids?

Oct 12 - More children of the ruins please!

Witch AU————————————————

Oct 4 - Witch Au! Witch AU!!! UfSans vs UsSans vs UtSans please!

Oct 5 - whats the thing they like the most in their witches?

Oct 8 - but what do the witches like about their skele?

Oct 29 - Witch Au. How did Frisk meet Black and G?

Pure Underfell——————————————

Oct 2 - How did Frans and Papara tell the Goats about their bfs?

Oct 3 - any tsundere Fell Papyrus and Chara?

Oct 8 - What are UF Papyrus' go-to "compliments"

Oct 9

What were UF Papara's first impressions of each other?

Say UF Papyrus found a book of pickup lines in the dump.

What happened to UF Chara to make her so terrified of many things?

Oct 11

How does UF Papyrus respond to being flirted with?

How would UF Chara respond to being flirted with?

After the person leaves Chara alone when Papyrus intervenes…

Oct 12

When UF Chara compliments UF Papyrus, what would he do?

UF Papara pregnancy?

Underfell frans/papara angst?

Oct 21 - If someone else comments about chara’s sensitivity…

Oct 22

Wow would Papyrus react to UF Asriel's closeness to UF Chara?

can we get some underfell papara/frans cuddle scenarios?

I demand more Underfell Fluffiness

Oct 23

To what degree do you dislike Tsundere? How about Fell Papyrus?

When Undyne finds out about Pap’s interest in a human

Oct 24 - When Pap tries to kiss/cuddle her without telling Chara first

Oct 28 - Does Pap’s hatred for the Goat Family apply to UF Asriel

Pure Underswap—————————————

Oct 4 - Im gon a say it before anyone ask. Underswap papara ♡

Oct 12

US Papara pregnancy if anyone hasn't asked yet..

US Frisk's initial feelings about US Sans' hyperactive personality?

Oct 22 - Swap Papara cuddles?

Oct 27

Do you think that US Frisk has a particular taste for anything?

US Papara fluff! I demand it!

Pure G!Skelebros—————————————

Oct 1 - More gpapara headcanons please! child of the ruins hcs too?

Oct 3 - Does Gaster Sans or Gaster Papyrus have a cuisine specialty

Oct 4 - G!Frans please!

Oct 5 - Discovering your S/O has a secret hobby, and being caught!

Oct 6

dude dude dude GSans reaction to a pregnant Momm Frisk ?

we absolutely need to have a g!papara version of pregnancy

Oct 7 - Have you heard of the gfrans don x kitten?

Oct 9 - G!Papara/frans First kisses?

Oct 11

Gpapara is so sweet and fluffy! can we have more of them?

G!Frans next!

Storyshift-related————————————

Oct 1 - Storyshift Papara

Oct 11 - KingSans x Ambassador Frisk first kiss? i miss this ship

Oct 12 - King Sans x Ambassador Frisk pregnancy?

Oct 21 - story shift king x ambassador please? fell version

Dancetale-related————————————

Oct 4

Dancetale sans and frisk headcanons?

More dancetale please! can we have some papara with that too?

oh gosh dancetale can we have some danceswap frans ???

Welp danceswap papara time

Oct 12

if the person is flirting with frisk, how does he cope with it

what are your thoughts with Dancetale!Gfrans?

Oct 21 - some more dancetale frans?

Oct 22 - how does sans even express his love for frisk?

Oct 23 - DanceTale AU where instead of ballet, Frisk ice dances

Mafia/Mobtale-related——————————

Oct 4 - what about mafiafell hc?

Oct 5 - Runaway bride Frisk! Sans is tasked to retrieve her ...

Oct 6 - Mafia Frans is so cute… like how slow is the slowburn?

Oct 12

mmmmmmmmmmmafia donna frisk x rival don G?

yknow the drill. Lets see some MobPapara but oddly enough.

Oct 14 - more mobtaleGfrans please!

Oct 21 - More MafiaGfrans or Gpapara

Oct 27 - Can we have some more Frans/Papara cuddles?

Wraithtale Swap—————————————

Oct 12 - WT swap what do you think the boys would be like?

Oct 13 - How would wraith Sans meet Frisk?

Oct 14 - How would WT Swap Sans attempt to rectify the situation?

Oct 21

WT swap, how do Papyrus and Chara meet?

How would Chara and Papyrus react to each other?

Oct 23 - When did Sans start wooing her?

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Merry Early Christmas and Happy Hannukah! (1/2)

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Working Out the Kinks (Kinktober 2018) 19/31

Day 19: Public | Formal Wear | Straitjacket | Cock-Warming

Pairing: UF!Papyrus/Reader

Additional Kinks: Exhibitionism (no actual discovery), more slight sadism

AO3 Link

Papyrus felt an adrenal thrill flare up in his soul when you undid his belt and pushed your cruel fingers into his pants.

He refused to admit the feeling had anything to do with fear.

“DON’T!” he exclaimed, only to immediately curl his claws over his mouth.

Curse his prominent and commanding voice!

He’d never been any good at that weak and cowardly thing people called ‘whispering,’ and why should he have bothered to learn it? A powerful skeleton like himself should always be bold and forceful, in all things!

He tried not to think about how very unforceful he’d sounded just now, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t draw attention to it.

By the wicked little smirk on your attractive human lips, he knew he’d have no such luck.

“Don’t what?” you wondered teasingly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say it again, not with his pride on the line.

You took out his cock and the ruby-red glow illuminated the cluttered little supply closet you’d dragged him into. Papyrus couldn’t help but be reminded of where you were, of all the people milling about just outside, and you…!

You were stroking his dick like you didn’t even notice, like you didn’t care who could hear or worse, stumble upon you in such a compromised position at literally any moment.

Papyrus couldn’t believe your gall.

“You look nervous, tiger,” you cooed at him, reaching up with your free hand to pet at his sternum. “What’s the matter? You getting shy on me?”

Ridiculous! Utter nonsense!

“I—!”

You shushed him and he felt his cheekbones heat with magic.

“Careful, Papy, careful, you don’t wanna be too loud, do you?” Your smirk rode the edge of malicious, downright evil and it was so…

Hot.

Papyrus knew for one brief moment that he was head-over-heels in love with you.

But you didn’t let him have the room to process it, or any room at all as you pressed yourself enticingly against his body, planting slow kisses along his jaw as you kept right on fondling him.

In his bedroom, or even just in his own house, it would be a turn-on, but here, of all places, it just made him unbearably tense.

And so turned-on he could hardly see straight.

“You didn’t seem so nervous when you did this to me, y’know…”

………

OH, STARS, NO.

“Yeah, I remember that,” you mused, your mouth falling to his vertebrae and speaking against them in a low, seductive murmur. “We were out then, too, weren’t we? Where was that…?”

Papyrus swallowed hard. He remembered, but…perhaps discretion was the better part of valor in…just this one instance…

“Oh, that’s right… We were on the bus.”

You squeezed his dick, just the right side of painful, and Papyrus shoved his hand between his teeth, trying to muffle the groan that bubbled up from his chest.

“I was so worried we were gonna get caught,” you laughed. “I just kept waiting for somebody I knew to get on at every stop, thinking about how embarrassing it would be to be caught with my boyfriend’s hand in my pants, magicking me into coming all over myself in front of everybody…”

Papyrus shuddered hard.

Your hand just kept pumping him torturously slowly and he was getting more and more overwhelmed. When you reached under his shirt and started dancing your fingers all along his spine, he couldn’t help but let out a sound that…definitely, could not possibly have been a whimper.

“I thought it would be fun to give you a turn.” Your eyes were bright with sinful glee. You were enjoying this. “I thought I’d be nice and do it somewhere almost private, so you wouldn’t get as embarrassed as I was.”

The sort of ‘almost private’ that was a supply closet a mere yard from the main hall that was hosting the Annual Peace Gala for Monster-Human Relations. The one that Asgore himself was scheduled to speak at, with Undyne as his personal guard.

The one that Papyrus was meant to be coordinating security for any minute now.

He’d taken a devil for his datemate. The most vindictive, cruel, and irresistible human in the world.

You pulled back from him, fixing him with a teasing look. “Guess turnabout isn’t fair play, huh?”

But then you were dropping to your knees, so fast you nearly gave him whiplash.

“Don’t worry,” you assured him, “I know you’re gonna need some time to get presentable again after getting all mussed up in a closet where anybody could just walk in and see you like this, so I’ll be quick. You just try to be quiet, okay?”

You didn’t wait for an answer and soon Papyrus was moaning through his fingers and praying that the rattling of his bones only sounded so loud to him.

He was going to get you back for this!

Somehow…

Maybe when you didn’t have him on the precipice of orgasm with his soul about to hammer its way out of his ribs, and he could actually put two thoughts together…

…………

You were going to be safe for quite awhile.

Damn you.

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#working out the kinks #lime #lemon #undertale #fanfiction #papyrus #papyrus/reader #underfell #uf!papyrus #myfic

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ihaveanimagine · 5 years

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Not a prompt ask so, do it whenever you feel like! ^^ how would ut sans, uf sans(of course) Us and Sf paps react to receiving a text from their s/o saying "your a father now!" Then a few minute later, s/o send a picture of a (put animal here) ?

Undertale Sans

This lazy bones was very confused at first. You had told him you were going out to grab something as a surprise and about 30 minutes later he got that text.

He slightly panicked because HECK the house isn’t even ready for a baby! Do they have enough cash to support themselves? Does he even know how to care for a baby? Can he even dad????

Sans was .5 seconds away from calling Papyrus for help when you sent a picture of a pair of small lizards, lounging on a fake rock, napping under a heating lamp with the caption “I got some friends for your pet rock.”

Sans immediately collapsed into a fit of giggles and sends you a text back saying “Should I make them a college fund account?”

Underfell!Sans (Red)

Red was busy munching on a mustard-heavy sandwich when he saw the text and nearly choked on it.

You and Red had talked about kids in the past and came to the conclusion that you both would like one eventually but until you both feel ready, you won’t have kids.

But of course Red knew that sometimes life didn’t go as planned and instead of looking at the picture you sent him, Red dialed your number while coughing up sandwhich chunks.

“You’re pregnant?!” He shouted into the phone, panic setting in slightly. “How far along are you? Did you take multiple tests?? Do we need to renovate and baby-proof our entire house?!?!????”

The only response Red got was your boisterous laughter. “R-Red, no! Calm down, love! I’m not pregnant!” Red went from 100 to 0 so fast he got whiplash.

“W-what???” He mumbled “Wait then-“

“Red, love, did you check the two texts I sent?” You asked, still giggling. Red looked at his phone in confusion before putting you on speaker before going back to check his messages.

Once there he saw a photo of you holding a teency kitten with milky white eyes, swaddled in a red blanket. You were holding the kitten like a human baby while smiling at the camera.

“Oh.”

You burst out laughing and Red heard a faint meow in the background. “Oh? You just had a heart attack and all you can say is ‘oh’?”

Red whiped a hand down his face and started laughing with you. “You got me really good, kitten!” He grinned, feeling a bit confused that he was disappointed you weren’t actually pregnant.

“You alright, love? I didn’t scare you too much did I?” You asked, sounding a little guilty.

“No way, dollface.” Red said firmly “Ya did spook me a bit, but not that bad…” The two of you were silent for a bit before Red spoke again.

“I dunno, I guess I just got my hopes up too much.” Red heard you ‘aww’ over the phone “Guess you’re getting a little baby fever, huh?”

Red chuckled shyly and scratched his head. “Guess so.”

“Well, why don’t we practice on this tiny baby and then we’ll talk about making our own spawn.”

Underswap!Papyrus (Honey)

Honey was napping on the couch when your text was sent and completely missed it until you got home.

You had quickly put the surprise in your room and went to wake up your sleeping husband. “Babe, Babe, wake up!” You said eagerly, watching as Honey slowly opened his eye.

“Hmm?” His voice sounded a bit scratchy since he had just been napping but a smile bloomed on his face when he saw you were home.

“Hey, Sweets,” He mumbled, tugging on your shirt to get you to lean down to kiss him “How was your shopping trip?”

“It was fine!” You said dismissively “Did you get the text I sent you?” Honey patted his pockets and shook his head “Uhh, I think I left it in the kitchen.”

You pouted and started heading upstairs “Well go look at it! I’m gonna change into something more comfy.”

Honey nodded and stretched out on the couch, his lanky legs slipping off the side. He went to the kitchen and opened his phone to see the text.

His eyes went from the laidback squint he usually had and went wide with shock.

Him???? A father???? How???? Before he could run up to you for clarification, he saw the picture of you holding a parrot on your arm and he burst out laughing.

Honey ran up to the bedroom and found you sitting on the bed with the parrot on your arm, a big smile on your face.

“You’re my dad!” The parrot sqwuaked “Boogie woogie!” You and Honey burst out laughing and you held out a treat for the parrot.

After Honey composed himself he winked at you “So does this mean I get to tell Blue he’s an uncle?”

Swapfell!Papyrus (Russ)

Russ was the only one who waited until you sent in the picture of the animal you had adopted to freak out.

You were standing next to a large Great Dane that reached your hip even when standing on all fours.

Russ immediately started squealing and FaceTimed you. “Can I see him?!” He begged, giving you the puppy eyes.

You laughed and adjusted the camera to see the Dane lounging in the backseat, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he looked around, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Awwww, he’s smiling!!” Russ cooed “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he got all excited when the adoption center staff brought him out, he started crying and jumping around he was so excited!”

By the time you got home, both the Dane and Russ were so excited that they began rolling around and barking at each other the second you introduced them.

#underswap #underswap papyrus #this was so much fun #these babies are so cute #underfell #underfell sans #swapfell #swapfell papyrus #undertale sans #undertale #sans #pets

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anneimaginesundertale · 6 years

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Hello again, I have another ask for you! If you don't mind I would love to see UF! Sans and UF! Papyrus taking care of their s/o during a thunderstorm. Like the s/o gets freaked out by all the lightning and such. Maybe calming them down and taking care of them when the power goes out? I hope that isn't too dumb. Thank you for your time and have a great day! :)

This scenario starts out the same way, then branches depending on which skeleton you prefer. (I’d take either one, personally…) Enjoy!

Outside, the storm raged. Inside, you cowered. You’d hidden away in your boyfriend’s guest room, buried under as many blankets and pillows as you could find and listening to music on your phone. It did little to muffle the booming thunder but it was the only strategy you had. At least the power was still on, you thought. Your phone was at about 2% battery, so you had it plugged in.

The lights flickered and went out. For one moment, your phone’s screen glowed in the darkness. Then it went black and your music ended abruptly. Outside, lightning flashed, followed immediately by a window-rattling boom of thunder. Alone in the darkness, you screamed.

UF Sans:

Sans was in the room in an instant, eye glowing. “What is it? What happened?”

You buried your face in his shoulder and whimpered. One hand gestured vaguely at the window, which rattled again as the storm continued to try to tear the world apart. Sans wrapped his arms around you and you could feel him chuckle. “I’m here, sweetheart,” he said. “Nothin’s gonna get you. Power’ll probably be back on in the morning. Let’s go to sleep, okay?”

He tucked you tenderly into the mass of blankets and curled beside you. His arms went around you again and you could feel his soul beating against your back. The slow rhythm of it gradually brought your own racing heart down to match it. Sans whispered in your ear, “I’m here. I’m right here, okay? I love you, sweetheart.” He kept telling you that until you fell asleep.

UF Papyrus:

The door of the room exploded. You screamed again as your tall skeletal boyfriend charged in, eyes glowing, red bone spears in hand. “HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY HOME! GET AWAY FROM MY DATEMATE RIGHT NOW!” he shouted. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room and making it clear, if only for a moment, that you were the only one there. You sat in the middle of your pile of blankets, shivering in fear.

The bone spears vanished. His glow softened. “You’re safe,” he said slowly. “So what was…”

“The storm,” you managed.

“Ah.”

He stood still for a moment, apparently gathering his thoughts. Lightning flashed again. Thunder rumbled. You whimpered. “Papy…” You didn’t often call him that, but you needed him to actually do something right now, and that always got his attention.

His whole skull glowed as he blushed at the pet name. “Are you frightened, my love?” he asked, walking over to the bed.

You nodded.

“I’ll take you somewhere safe,” he said. He scooped you up bridal-style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly. He walked confidently, despite the darkness, taking you out of your bedroom and into his room next door. His window was boarded up behind the curtains,and he’d done something to soundproof the room as well. You could barely hear the storm in here.

Doomfanger meowed from the bed.

“You will have to move for now, Doomfanger,” Papyrus said as he set you down. “You know there’s only one being more important to me than you, and they need the bed.”

The cat growled but moved to the end of the bed. Papyrus lay down with you. “We may need to consider moving you in here more permanently, my dear,” he said softly. “I’ve taken the proper precautions in here, but Sans wouldn’t let me board up the window in the guest room. Maybe tomorrow I can attempt to argue the case for it again. In the meantime, you’ll be much safer with me. Go to sleep now. I’ll protect you.” He pressed a skeletal kiss to your hair.

At the end of the bed, the cat curled against your feet and began to purr. Behind you, your boyfriend’s soul thrummed. You closed your eyes and let the sensations soothe you. Slowly, feeling safer than you had all night, you slipped into sleep.

#underfell #uf sans #uf sans x reader #uf papyrus #uf papyrus x reader #cute and fluffy #i hope this kind of makes up for the angst yesterday

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tyranttortoise · 6 years

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*Really long combo ask about SSLL, positivity, and date suggestions under the cut. I finally caught up on a bit of my askbox. <3

@happylittleorc

I’m so glad you liked it! Axe’s jacket was 100% just because I thought, “damn, he’d look cool in one of those galaxy jackets, and his is dirty anyway.” xD Thank you, hun. This makes me so happy to hear. <3 Things aren’t quite better, but they’ve reached the point where I can get back into the groove of writing again, I think. Putting that chapter together really helped me. I really appreciate you coming by to wish me well!

In love with all of them, you say? Heh, I’m doing my job and dragging you into my hell where I can’t pick just one. xD Same tho; I never thought I’d be into either of them romantically, either. I never really liked Black, but now, I really like him. The more I write them, the more I like them, it seems. And Blue on a motorcycle sealed the deal for me. Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to type up something so sweet for me. <3

@ruby-the-wolf

AHHH I’VE MISSED YOU, TOO!! -catches and hugs, twirling her around- <3

Thank you so much, sweetheart. I’m so happy that any of my writing could help make your rough days a little better. <3 Today was a good reprieve, so I’m hoping things become less chaotic on my side soon, but I really appreciate you coming by to leave such kindness in my askbox. It really does help so much. ^^

I’m so glad it could help, sweet anon! <3 Thank you for leaving me some love in my askbox. I’m happy you enjoy my imagines! =D

@ anon 1: I had to google Sherbrooke because I assumed it’d be somewhere in England. xD Wasn’t expecting Canada! I’m sorry this is such a belated response; I had a lot going on. But I really do appreciate this, and I’m glad you’ve come around to talk to me! <3 Thank you so much for reading, hun!!

@anon 2 : Thanks so much!! I’m happy you’re enjoying it! =D

@badchubbybunny

(The boi in question is Haida from Aggretsuko for those curious) HELL YEAH, I LOVE HIM! AND PFFFFT, I’m a mega fan of your entire blog because you always find the best content. Seriously, you make my dash a fantastic place; I love scrolling and seeing your posts. <3 We have a ton of the same interests!

Also, I always meant to tell you that I was scrolling like... what? Two months ago? And I saw a Papyrus askblog talk about having a bunny crush or something?? And then they tagged you?? And I just bounced in my seat, fangirling over the ship sailing. xP

Ahhh, my heart goes out to you; being a caregiver in that kind of situation is a seriously thankless job where you often get taken for granted. Take care of yourself, too, and try not to let them burn you out too badly! As difficult as that is.

My family deal is, well, a lot like Lady’s--only it all revolves around my sister. The part I took out in SSLL was that she had a sibling that was the cause of a lot of her strife (well, that her parents were always calling and giving her hell for whatever was going on in her sibling’s life), but I had a couple of people tell me it was too unrealistic/unrelateable for everyone in her life to be somewhat toxic toward her. So rather than write a sibling that ends up helping her, I wrote the sibling out entirely. Call me bitter lol. I just get tired. I went to bed to try to sleep late for a nightshift, got woken up at 9am, then again at 10, then more calls at 11 while I was trying to sleep. (Turning off my phone isn’t an option; I tried that, and they just come over and rage in-person) Stayed up, went to work, got cussed out by my dad the entire way there without even getting a word in, worked til 8am, drove an hour home to find my dad at my house (he’s helping repair the hail damage), got cussed some more, took three sleeping pills so I could sleep through my dad and hubby working and talking, got woken up three hours later by my sister wanting to talk to me privately, so I went and ate lunch with her, and we talked for the first time in 5 or 6 years. Then I bought her clothes and shoes, and later, groceries.

Sorry, I went on a rant there. But damn it felt good to tell someone, even if it’s just in a combo post where it’ll hopefully get scrolled past. And as for the date suggestion -- hell yeah, I’m so down for the skeles and Readz in a cat cafe! I’ve always wanted to go to one, even if I’m super allergic.

Edge would be perfect for one, just saying. That could be where he gets Doomfanger.

Except for the fact that Doomfanger is UF!Burgerpants 100% as far as I’m concerned.

-- Date Suggestions

I’m always down for star-gazing dates with the skeles. <3 In fact, I’ve got something planned like that for the next date. Which I will say won’t be with Crooks. ;D Gotta fit another date in before his.

@thefloatingstone

Man, C-Puff, everything about this date sounds absolutely divine to me. Hammocks?!?! You’re speaking my language!! All of this sounds wonderful, as well as the cuddling under a huge blanket and just talking through the night with a warm drink. I feel relaxed just thinking about it. <3

@kamari3

I’m all for some shameless cuddle sessions and those half-asleep truths that just slip out, hell yes <3

@bulle-black-hole

Thank you so much, hun! <3 And as for the date... oh yes, we definitely need some more time with Mutt. He’s lagging behind the others. An aquarium trip would be cool, too! I’m always down for the aquarium when there’s turtles involved, and I can pet something lol.

#ssll asks #positivity #for a rainy day #date suggestion #ssll tropes

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valkyrieofsmut · 3 years

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Captive Love 24

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sans is full of self hatred, and decides to do the 'right thing.'

A/N: Oh boy, drop this stuff like it’s hot! I’m trying to get all caught up to where I’m supposed to be- or where I’d planned to be, anyway. But, it is (American) Thanksgiving- pretty much a time for gluttony- and it’s new here, but sorry there’s not a bunch of new stuff for all of you who’ve been staying caught up on Ao3!

Masterlist Series Masterlist

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Sweetheart goes home.

What the hell did he even think a worthless monster like him was doing with someone like (Y/n), anyway? Did he think he had a chance? That she'd ever even look at him if she had any other choice?

He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve anyone, but especially not her. He deserved to dust, that's what he fucking deserved.

Sans drained a glass of Flare-wish, one of Grillby's custom made alcohols, and it hit deep in his bones, making the hum of his magic a bit more obvious.

It was supposed to bring your happier feelings forward, but it was just depressing him more as he realized that most of his happy thoughts were for the same reason he was feeling low in the first place; (Y/n).

"Hey, Sansy. Two days in a row, huh?" The usually drunk bunny asked as she sat next to him. "Don't usually see you here this much anymore. Hey Grillbz, gimme a Hot shot Flamethrower, I wanna get wasted, quick!" She turned back to Sans, looking him over. "Your brother kick you out or something?"

Sans just gave a noise in response.

"What happened to your pet? She was cute."

Red eyelights fell on the bunny awaiting her drink, a show of animosity covering his sorrow.

"Thanks, Grillbz," she gratefully accepted the tall glass in front of her before looking back to Sans. "What's with the look? Oh- wait! Gf gf gf… Is she mad at you or something? Refusing to be good?"

"shut th' fuck up!" Sans snapped.

"Oooo, got a nerve, huh?" She asked as she laughed.

"ya don't know what th' fuck y're talkin' 'bout! she ain't got anythin' ta do wit why i'm here!"

"Suuuure," she said, taking a sip of her drink before taking a big gulp and murmuring, "mmm, warm."

She'd taken only a couple of steps toward her usual booth when Sans yelled, "i jus' wanted a fuckin' drink! why d'ya gotta ruin it?!"

i ruin everything, his mind whispered. i ruin everything…

He disappeared quickly through a shortcut.

(Y/n) heard the door open downstairs and took a breath.

She hoped that Sans was in a better mood. She still really needed to talk to him. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d gotten her answers before, but she remembered how hurt the flashes of honest emotion across his face had been.

Sans appeared through the doorway, looking pissed- and extremely miserable.

“doll- i…” He took a breath and bolstered his resolve. “doll, i came ta tell ya ya can go home.”

She didn’t need to be there with him. She needed to be somewhere safe, where she wouldn’t have to deal with beings like him- disgusting, lowlifes that didn’t have a good or decent bone in their whole being. Those who would hold her captive just so they could continue to see her pretty face, knowing that they’d never get the chance otherwise. The ones that would try every deceitful trick in the book just to see the beautiful smile grow across her face.

(Y/n) looked at him in confusion. “You… think it’s safe now? But- the sun is setting! I thought it was more dangerous to go out at night!”

Sans couldn’t meet her eyes, drunk enough that he swayed a bit, had lower inhibitions, but he was still lucid enough to know what was right, what he had to do…

“don’t worry about it… it’ll be fine…”

“Sans- you’ve been drinking again, it might seem like it’ll be fine, but it’s not going to be if we go out and try to walk through town. You and your brother were right- walking through town even in the middle of the day was dangerous.”

Sans didn’t lift his eyelights from where they’d landed.

“And- and I just wanted to talk about what happened yesterday, I wasn’t trying to-”

“it doesn’t matter,” he cut her off.

“I-it doesn’t- Sans- I need to know what kind of relationship-”

Stars- shards of glass dipped in lemon juice and hot sauce were being shoved through his soul.

Like he could ever have a real fucking relationship with her!

She was too kind, too sweet- too perfect!

Someone like him would never have a chance with her! If nothing else proved it, the way that she flinched every time he got close did!

Even if she was willing to play into his fantasy and pretended to want to be with him, he hated that fake shit. The thought that anything that would resemble a relationship between them would be all fake on her part made him feel sick. It made his soul twist in such a way that if it was physically twisting, it would look like a pretzel instead of a soul.

“there ain’t a fuckin’ relationship,” he barked out, stopping her words short.

“There… isn’t…? N-not even a friendship…?” (Y/n) asked quietly, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.

“don’t- don’t fuckin’ act like ya’d actually want ta be wit me, doll. wouldn’t be doin’ either a us any favors.”

(Y/n) was so confused, so hurt…

He didn’t think there was any relationship between them?

They’d at least basically become roommates, or slumber party friends, since they slept in the same room.

What they’d done- did he think of it like picking up a stranger in a bar and taking them home, never intending to see them again?

Oh- was she… cramping his style so he couldn’t bring other partners home…?

It was like the icy edge of a sharp icicle had fallen and stabbed through her heart.

This hurt worse than the first time her ex had betrayed her trust and hit her.

“I-I-I…” Her lip trembled, and her voice quivered with it.

“get yer shit, i’m takin’ ya home.”

His voice was rough, forceful… His mind was made up. He was getting rid of her. He’d… finished with her, gotten bored… Time to take the trash out, throw her to the curb and find a new interest…

(Y/n) stuffed her few clothes in a bag, pulled on her shoes and jacket and shrugged. “Guess that’s it…”

He stepped close to her, looking a bit regretful, and she almost thought he was going to change his mind…

Sans wrapped his arms around (Y/n), crushing her against him. It was going to be the last time he’d ever get to hold her, so he was going to take it in for as long as he could.

His soul was rushing, throbbing fast, and he shoved it back into place as it tried to reach out to her to relieve the ache.

He didn’t need her.

He just needed his brother to be safe, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

Having emotions was bad.

Love was stupid. It was dangerous, for you, and the one you loved. It would get one or both of you dusted.

Sans didn’t need her. She was weak. She made him weak.

She was his weakness…

i don’t need ‘er, he told himself, jus’ take ‘er back, drop ‘er off… don’t go lookin’ fer ‘er…

He took a deep inhale, pulling in the smell of her, and felt his body tighten, trying to get her closer.

He’d never take her back if he didn’t do it right now.

… So he did.

(Y/n) was confused, Sans was holding her close, and not letting her go, even though he’d sounded upset at her, plus it had felt like they’d just gone over a rough wave on a innertube, or raft, or something else that floated, making her stomach dip, though they hadn't moved.

She pulled back and looked around, her eyes nearly bulging as she saw the street about seven blocks from her apartment. No time had changed; the sky was barely lit, as it had been through the window at Sans and Papyrus’ house… The street was nearly empty, but that was most likely because it was a questionable neighborhood in the dark with limited streetlight.

“Wh-wh-” she took a breath to compose herself. “What the hell…?”

Sans dropped his arms and stepped back.

Now he just had to get the collar.

Then he could leave, get out of her life… never see her again…

(Y/n) pinned him with a questioning glare. “How the hell did we get here so fast, Sans?” She asked, dangerously calm.

“took a shortcut,” he told her.

“I thought it was a trek through the town full of monsters back, that would most likely get us killed, especially at night!” She accused, the used feeling coming back, its sibling, betrayal, growing at its side.

“yeah, it is, if ya walk.”

“How did we get here- are we really here?” She was having trouble understanding what had happened, since not much was known about monsters. Was this something they could all do, or just Sans? Was it real, or an illusion? Had she been in the same area the whole time she’d been ‘gone’?!

“i told ya; i used a shortcut. got us here faster.”

“And… you what? Just found out about it at the bar?" Suspicion was starting to build a wall of bitter feelings in her chest.

"this's where i met ya," he admitted, "so i knew where it was."

(Y/n)'s jaw was tightly clenched as she tried to restrain herself. "You… could have… brought me back- at any time?!"

Sans felt her anger hit him like a dark wave.

He needed to be quick- he just needed to get the collar and go, while he could still remember her softness and the memory wasn't overshadowed by her anger at him.

"You're such an asshole! I can't believe I ever-" She cut herself off, her jaw clenched and hands tightly fisted.

Sans moved to take the collar from her, but she smacked his hand away.

"Why didn't you just do this before?!" She demanded.

Anger flashed through Sans at the smack, mixing with his lowered inhibitions and flaring up. "maybe i fuckin' shoulda!" He yelled back.

He was quick enough this time that he was able to unlatch the collar and it slipped from her neck as he drew his hand back.

(Y/n) raged, her hand snapping forward, grabbing whatever was in his hand and threw it down at her feet.

"You're a real fucking asshole!" She yelled at him.

"yeah?! well y're no fuckin' ray a sunshine either!"

Ooo… that was so untrue it made his soul twinge.

He realized that he had to get out of there before he said something he'd really regret, and disappeared through another shortcut.

(Y/n) gave a loud noise of rage, pitching the bag in her hand at the spot he'd just stood.

How could he do that?!

Just keep her there for no reason?!

The only explanation she could find was that he had meant to use her the whole time, and had just been keeping her there until she'd complied.

She gathered the things she'd thrown on the ground and stormed home, hoping the landlady was awake to let her in.

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drundertalescum · 6 years

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How about SF or UF (your choice 😊) skeletons going to a pet shop? What pets would they get and how would they react to all the fluffy creatures? xxxx

Well, I went with the UF bros because I’m not nearly ready to give my version of the fellswap bros a day in the sun and because fellbro fluff is my favorite.

I wrote this entirely on mobile and I’m posting it on mobile, so hopefully the read more works and the major typos and errors are gone.

As usual, this went longer than intended.

Warnings for mild background angst, casual cursing, references to children in bad situations, and at a stretch, there’s some mocking about a lack of education… But otherwise this is really tame for Underfell as written by me. It’s fluff.

—–

Life on the surface was weird getting used to.

The skeleton brothers were still getting over old wounds, and it was, frankly, getting to be a little much trying to navigate all the awkwardness that came with learning to be brothers again rather than boss and subordinate.

And so, Sans made a fairly spur of the moment decision that the obvious problem with their current living arrangement was that it was just them, alone, in an empty house on the edge of the city. Maybe it would be less awkward if there was someone or something else around to take their attentions off of each other and themselves. Or maybe that was fucking stupid, he didn’t know, but honestly, it seemed better than doing nothing.

See, once upon a time, (what felt like a lifetime or four ago at this point) when they were just kids, living on the streets, Papyrus had found and taken in a scruffy little surface beast. He named it Doomfanger. The thing was tiny. The only reason it was probably even roaming around at all was that it was small enough to slip through holes in walls and most basic traps. Sans always figured it was probably meant to be some monster’s dinner, but it was nothing but fur and bones, too scrawny to bother recapturing once it got away.

It was smaller than a rat and not nearly as cute, but Papyrus had loved the miserable thing like it was his whole world. He took it everywhere, constantly cuddling it and playing with it, giving it skeleton kisses on the head, nuzzles and hugs and constant words of encouragement that it was okay that it was little, that it was still a mighty beast no matter what anyone said.

…That hadn’t been all that weird, back then. Papyrus was a real, real sweet kid. It kind of sucked to think about, so Sans didn’t, at least not often. But still, maybe he’d be just a little bit less miserable with something scruffy and fuzzy and warm around the house.

Though, now Sans was having second thoughts. Papyrus was looking disdainfully at the crude handpainted signs inside the lobby of the animal shelter. Clearly, the artwork was not up to his standards, and he seemed annoyed to be here.

Yeah this was dumb.

“eh, boss, maybe this ain’t a great idea. you wanna head back home? cuz we can. i didn’t sign no papers. we ain’t obligated so let’s just–”

Papyrus placed a hand up, the universal symbol for “shut the hell up” and smirked. “I DON’T BELIEVE THERE IS ANY REASON FOR US TO LEAVE BEFORE WE SEE WHAT’S HERE.”

Yeah. Definitely dumb. Now Papyrus was hoping to stick with it just to get a laugh in at him later. It was marginally better than the silence that normally pervaded at home, though, so fine. Sans could stick with this too.In the back of his mind, he imagined Papyrus, 6 years old with a ball of scruff and fluff never gone from his side for a moment, and strengthened his resolve.

The human at the desk seemed friendly enough, not giving them too much flack for being monsters or being rough around the edges, and Papyrus answered her questions with formal, clipped responses, but he made no moves to “impress” or intimidate her, and already the meeting was going better than most of their ventures outside of the designated monster districts.

The human opened the doors that led to the animal holding areas, and Sans watched his brother’s expressions with great interest. The younger brother surveyed the hall as if he was examining a shipment of fine goods: detached, judgemental, but certainly not uninterested. It was the sort of face he put on when they were meeting with nobility and the uppity ups of the underground, a tea tasting face.

His voice matched to accompany his expression, knowledgeable and clear. “I DID NOT REALIZE THE SURFACE HELD SUCH A WIDE ARRAY OF DOOMFANGERS.”

Sans couldn’t bury the snicker fast enough before it came out as a loud snort. “they’re called ‘cats,’ boss,” he explained (smugly), never resisting the opportunity to look like the smarter, world-wise one of the two. He’d actually only learned that fact last week when he started researching this whole stupid plan, but that didn’t stop him.

Papyrus’s jaw clamped shut with a scowl, and Sans felt bad… but only for a second. Maybe he shouldn’t have laughed, it’s not like either of them went to school long enough to know the names of exotic surface creatures. They’d made up their own names for them all as they’d needed to.

Ah well, Papyrus would get over his embarrassment.

Sans scanned the cages, looking for any cat that might make a good match for the both of them. They came in all kinds of colors and sizes. Probably a big one was best. He didn’t fully trust Papyrus with a runty one now that he was… well… boss.

Yeah, probably get a big one, one with short fur, or maybe no fur. Neither knew anything about fur, after all, and it would make less of a mess he would get lectures about not cleaning up.

And it would have to be one of the strong ones. Papyrus did not abide weakness.

*SQUEAK*

Sans was unfamiliar with the sounds of cats (Doomfanger had always been silent, besides hisses, always directed at him), but they were animals, and animals were noisy, so at first, it didn’t really faze him to hear such a sound. But after a moment, he registered that something was off about it, the timbre and direction. His eyelights darted to the side, and then up, to his brother’s skull, whose eyes were wider than they’d been in years, gloved claws clamped over his mandibles.

“did you just… squeak…!?” The color rushed into Papyrus’s cheeks as he glanced back, clearly embarrassed at being caught making that noise, but too distracted to snap back at him. “the hell?”

Papyrus gestured helplessly towards whatever he was staring, at words escaping for a moment before he just let out a shrill “DOOMFANGER!”

Sans rolled his eyes. “boss i told ya, the word is ‘cat.’ or ‘kitten.’ or ‘kitt—’”

Doomfanger.

Long, gray, mangled fur, fat and small and fluffy. One eye, one ear, three legs, no tail, scruffy and angry and almost uglier than Jerry.

Holy shit.

That was Doomfanger.

The cat was pressing against the cage, looking at Papyrus, pawing at the air between them, making similar noises to the one that the tall, haughty, disciplined skeleton had made just moments before. And speaking of, he was right against the glass, hands against it, as if he was trying hug the window between them until it shattered.

And Papyrus was, get this, crying. He was actually, honestly crying. And Sans had no clue what to even think. Because holy shit. The dumb beast was still alive. And they found it. And it found them. And it was like 16 damn years, did those things really live that long? And his brother, the asshole, the boss, the unfeeling, unemotional bastard, was crying. Not just crying, either, not like a single, dignified tear like on a damn movie. Papyrus was openly weeping. Like he did when they were kids, the day Doomfanger didn’t come back.

God, Sans was pretty sure he had never cried that bitterly since.

It was… it was friggin weird. But he crushed the part of him that wanted to make a joke about it, or that wanted to come up with a joke to tell all his good buddies later. Instead he savored the moment a bit longer (and maybe took a picture, purely for blackmail) and flagged down the human who was in charge of the place.

“Yeah we’ll take that one.”

#Papyrus #sans #doomfanger #headcanons #Underfell #fellbros #uf!papyrus #uf!sans #my fics #fluff #ufpap #ufsans

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sealpointselkie · 6 years

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Big Ben

A big thank you to @vex-bittys who wrote a very sweet adoption scenario for my lovely full-size King (UF!Papyrus) Skele-Lamia. I hope you enjoy reading this!

(Please forgive the editing at this point. This is the first time I’m posting a story on to Tumblr and I’ve just realized I have NO idea how formatting works here. This is a copy-paste from an email. -_-;; I’ll do better on the next one.)

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I fill out the paperwork that Vex provides for me, pleased with how my kittens have reacted to the big King Lamia. I felt confident that Vex picked out the perfect match for my family! I paused when I came to the “Lamia’s Name” portion of the form – I wanted to ask his opinion before giving him a name but I also didn’t want to interrupt the sweet scene of him snuggling my fur kids.

I cleared my throat quietly to get Vex’s attention: “Could I give him a name for now and then let you know if he doesn’t like it and we need to change it?”

Vex nodded encouragingly, “Yes, of course! That’s no problem. Here’s my card and the shop’s address is on your copy of the adoption papers in case you have any questions or concerns!”

I thanked her quickly filling in the name: Big Ben. I then double checked that all the paperwork was filled out properly and was in order.

After a few more formalities I escorted Vex to the door an thanked her for her thoughtfulness. A home delivery was something I hadn’t even considered! I promised to visit the shop soon, just to see all the Lamias in one place and to let Ben visit any friends he left behind. I waved as Vex left and only closed the door softly once she was out of view.

I returned to the living room to the room filled with pleasant rumbling purrs. The Lamia’s purrs were an octave lower than the cats, it was almost more felt than heard, his eye sockets were closed and he wrapped his coils loosely around himself an the two felines. Beacon was happily purring along with his constant mid-frequency vibrations - kneading happily on his brother’s back. Bumble Bee was the quietest of the three with his short breathy purrs; his eyes like slits in a doze, enjoying his “massage”. I smiled and snapped a quick picture with my phone, quickly making it my new background screen. They looked so comfortable that I figured I could show my new friend around later so I made myself comfortable on the couch, pulling out a book to read.

After a couple of hours the sun had started to go down and I checked the time on my phone to confirm that it was the kitties’ dinner time. They were all still snoozing in a loose ball in the middle of the living room so I figured I’d get their food ready and they could eat when they woke up. I went to the kitchen and got a fresh bowl grabbing a tin of their food and opening with a satisfying shlick sound. I felt a bump at the back of my legs as Beacon took his usual seat between my feet. They could really move when they wanted to! I reached down and scratched his ears looking over my shoulder seeing Bumble Bee pass by doing his usual slow, cowboy strut down the hall to where I keep their dry food and water. About 30 seconds later the Lamia poked his head around the corner and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Since I met him he was trying to keep himself small so not intimidate the kittens; I hadn’t realized how TALL he was when he sat up on his coils! He had to be at least half a foot taller than me… Which was probably average for King standards, but it would take getting used to! I wave at him shyly then turn around to finish food preparations. While I was happy that the King liked my kittens, the two of us hadn’t interacted much. My darkness told me that he liked the cats more than me and that I was just an afterthought. I tried my best to bury that feeling - we barely just met, there’s still time.

When I finish I slowly make my way to the hall; Beacon wobbling between my legs, nearly tripping me at least twice on the short walk through the kitchen to the hall. I sigh in frustration, this was our usual song and dance, especially if I was holding something hot and likely to spill. Poor kitten likes to use the inside of my shins to help him keep his balance which, of course, throws off mine! The Lamia slowly worked Beacon from between my legs and helps him balance using his hands and forearms as the catling slowly follows me (and his food). I place the food down in its usual position and the kittens are immediately on it, lapping enthusiastically. I give them each a couple of strokes but they were to engrossed in eating I didn’t get any response. I turned to the King, who was still “standing” a respectful distance away from me – as if he wasn’t sure if he’d disturb us. I sympathized; I think he’s as nervous about me as I am about him. Probably worse for him, he was in MY home. Usually I’d go to the shop for an adoption and we’d be able to meet on more neutral terms before deciding a home-visit or adoption was in order.

I smile at him and extend my hand, inviting him closer: “Would you like to see your room now?”

“My room?” he rumbled, coming forward to take my outstretched hand gently.

“Yes! I want you to have a space of your own where you can get away from me and the cats! My space is my bedroom, so please ask permission before entering and I’ll do the same for your loft. Oh, there isn’t a door but there’s a staircase. Please always make sure that you close the pet gate behind you: stairs are really dangerous for the kitties since they could tumble down the steps and hurt themselves. Okay?”

The Lamia nodded solemnly.

“Perfect!,” I beamed; pulling gently at his hand I invited him to follow me up the steps. He closed the pet gate behind us as we mounted the steps to the loft.

I let go of his hand when we made it to the loft: “Here we are! Please feel free to rearrange the furniture to your liking and let me know if you need anything! I’ve got you a bed, a heat lamp and a chest for storage…”

I glanced at the huge Lamia, he seemed to be taking the space in – but it was hard to get a read on his expression. My darkness started whispering again as I watched him observe the space. What if he doesn’t like it? Did I forget something important? Is he disappointed in me? He eventually slithered over to a low bookcase I had set up for him about three-quarters full of different books. He ran his hand over the top of the case, eye-lights flickering over the titles.

“I heard Kings like to read..,” I interrupted shyly as his eyes met mine again. “I’ve read most of those already, but I’m the kind of person who likes to read books multiple times. So I thought… If you want of course! That you could choose one and we could read a couple of chapters a night? We could do it in the living room and give Beacon and Bumble Bee an excuse to climb all over us…”

The King slithered back to me quickly eye-lights like bright stars in his sockets: “Yes, please! I’d like that very much!”

His tail was wiggling in excitement and his hood positively quivered, this was the first time I really felt like he was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Oh… By the way. Vex’s paperwork asked me to name you…” the Lamia retreated slightly, so I wasn’t craning my neck to look at him. “Now… You don’t have to keep this name but.. I was wondering if you’d like to be called Ben. Big Ben.”

His eyes narrowed, I think he got the reference, and then he slowly wound around me in a snake hug.

“I like Ben. I am big.,” he said, proudly.

“You are.,” I agreed immediately. “Just to warn you - I like to give nicknames.”

Ben began to rumble with purrs, “Like what?”

“Benny Hill, because when you lie on the floor you look like a hill.” I said, patting the thickest part of his tail.

Ben scoffed good naturedly.

“Udon…,” I continued, relentlessly.

“Why Udon?”

“Because you are the thickest noodle I’ve ever seen!”

Ben spat in outrage, flaring his hood. My stomach dropped, I felt paralyzed. I thought I had gone too far when the rumbling of his purrs got louder, passing through my body and tickling me pleasantly. I giggled from the feeling and leaned into his hug, going almost limp in relief.

Vex was right, he was the perfect match for me and my family!

#vex-bittys #lamia!tale #bittybones #adoption scenario #my big boy #slice of life

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ihaveanimagine · 6 years

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Imagine the US and UF bros reacting to their SO bringing how a whole bunch of turtles. 💕🐢

(Okay I still have other asks in my inbox to finish but this idea is super cute and hilarious I have to do this)

Underswap!Sans (Blueberry)

Since Ebott city was a beach-side city, no one was surprised when the news reported baby turtles hatching and making their way to the ocean. What did surprise Blue was when you came home in a rush, knocked open the door with enough force to break it and threw a cardboard box in his hands “WE HAVE CHILDREN NOW!!” You proclaimed loudly, pushing your messy hair back out of your face.

“WHAT!?!” Blue squeaked “Y-YOU WERE PREGNANT AND DIDN’T TELL ME!?!” His face turned bright blue and he held a mix of shock, betrayal, and amazement on his face. “What? No, no, no, no!” You said, shaking your head. “I mean we’re adopting them!!” You pointed at the box emphatically and Blue finally looked to see what was in the box.

“SWEET MOTHER OF ALL TACOS!!!” Blue exclaimed, almost dropping the box, “WHY DID YOU TAKE THE BABY SEA TURTLES FROM THE BEACH??!!” He scrunched his face up in disapproval “YOU KNOW THAT’S WRONG!!”

You shook your head and grinned “I didn’t go to the beach!” You exclaimed with a laugh “These guys waddled right into my workplace!! My boss told us to catch as many as we could and bring them to the beach, but I accidentally bonded with these guys on the way home!!”

Blue looked back and forth from the box and you, wanting to tell you that keeping the sea turtles was wrong and that you should walk to the beach and put them back buuuutttt……

One of the smaller turtles stopped flapping around frantically and paused, pressing her plastron against the wall, her tiny green face peering up curiously at Blue’s, and the skeleton felt his resolve crumble.

You ended up officially adopting 3 of the 20 you brought home.

Underswap!Papyrus (Honey)

Honey, unlike how you expected to find him, was not on the couch asleep, but rather in the kitchen downing a bottle of monster honey when you walked in the door of your home, holding a large tank in your arms.

“er….sweets? wassat tank for?” Honey asked, placing down his honey bottle and rushing to your side to help carry the glass tank that was obviously making your arms hurt. “This? Oh, it’s for our new pets!!” You said brightly, a giant, innocent grin on your face. “Didn’t the landlord say no pets?” Honey asked cautiously.

You let out an annoyed sigh “Yeaaahh, but the only rules were banning cats, dog, and birds!! And I know for a fact that Mr. Hamato in the room across from us has a pet rat!” You emphatically pointed your hand in the direction of the old Japanese man’s room with a pout.

Honey threw you an amused look and rolled the lollipop in his mouth before slowly exhaling “alright, sugar, what kinda pet did you buy?” You grinned and squealed before snatching his arm and dragging him all the way down to the residents only parking lot and popping open the trunk of your car.

Your gaze flicked back to Honey who’s jaw dropped and let the sucker drop the ground. “sweeeeets?” He drawled, gazing suspiciously at the small ice cooler filled with water, sand, and lettuce. “where did you get 15 turtles?”

You grinned and explained that due to lack of business, the reptile pet shop a few blocks down was going out of business and needed to sell as many animals as they could, and you decided to help the store out and buy their entire turtle selection.

“you realize we won’t be able to care for all of them long, right?” Honey asked, picking up one turtle who’d been trying to eat the cooler. You grinned “Yeah, but I know of several families in the complex who’ve been looking for pets for their kids!”

Honey grinned and looked to the cooler then back to you “so essentially, we’re running an underground turtle-shop behind the landlord’s back because just about everyone in the complex hates him?”

You nodded and Honey’s grin widened. From that point on, everyone in the complex made it their goal to see how long they could keep the new pets a secret from the landlord.

Underfell!Sans (Red)

“RED!!!” You burst down the door to his home and was quickly met by a surprised shout followed by a loud THUMP. “Red!!” You shouted again, running up the stairs to your shared room. Said skeleton threw open the door to his room and raced out, shirt all crumpled up and jacket hastily thrown on “what? what’s going on? are you alright?!” He asked worriedly, running towards you and immediately checking you over for any injuries.

“Wha-? N-no! I-I mean, yes I’m fine but that’s not what I’m here for!” You said, waving off his worries, Red gave you a confused look and you pressed a quick kiss to his teeth to calm him down. “Sorry if I scared you, love, but I found this super cool thing at the dump I wanted to show you!!”

How could Red say ‘no’ to those bright and eager eyes of yours? Shaking his head and pulling you in for another kiss, Red sighed and told you to lead him to this so called ‘super cool’ thing you found.

Grinning widely, you ran back outside and grabbed a large box and pulled it inside, opening the top in the living room. Curious, Red came down and peered through the top. Upon seeing the contents, Red became confused and slightly worried.

“er……..babe? are these….”

“Turtles? Yes, yes they are.”

“w-well, they’re uhm….”

“Absolutely adorable and irresistible!!”

“babe, i love you, but how are we s’posed to keep 15 pet turtles here?”

“Easy, we keep some for ourselves, give a few to Gerson, then paint the rest blue and set them loose in the Underground!”

“………babe, have i ever told you how much i love you?”

“Yoouuuu could stand to mention it a little more~”

“pffft, c’mere you.”

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge)

“(Y/N)!!!! OH FOR ASGORE’S SAKE, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU CONFOUNDED HUMAN OF MINE!?” Edge growled, stomping around Waterfall. You had been out of the house for 5 minutes longer than you said you would and he had panicked.

Last he heard from you was that you had gone to see Undyne about something and Edge had feared for your safety, but opted to trust you and allowed you to go. (but not without stocking up excessively on knives hidden on your person).

Earlier you had called him and said that you were leaving Undyne’s house and should be home soon. He had waited patiently by the front door, going back and forth between pacing or staring out his window, worrying for your safety.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t take care of yourself that made him worry, but the fact that you were the type of person to stop and try to befriend everything despite said thing trying to kill you that made him worry.

So here he was, rushing through Waterfall calling your name over and over in hopes you’d hear him. After about a good 10 minutes of searching, Red finally called him and said that you had made it home safely, but your phone had ended up getting crushed by Aaron who had jumped out and tried to catch you with a surprise attack.

Edge was seconds away from finding Aaron and gutting him but Red said that Edge should get home as quickly as he could, then hung up without another word. Worried that you may have returned home hurt, Edge wasted no time in running all the way back to Snowdin (not that he’d openly admit it to someone who saw him running by).

“I’M HERE, WHAT HAPPENED, WHO AM I STABBING!?!” Edge shouted, running into the house with a look of murder on his expression. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you lying on the floor in his living room with Red beside you, covered in turtles.

Edge felt his brain (not that he had a physical one) stop. “………er, hey boss?” Red greeted with a shy wave of his hand, a sheepish grin adorned on his face. “Edgy!!” You cried happily, eyes lighting up when you saw him.

Edge eyed the turtle resting at the top of your head and the ones on your shoulders, knees and the one cradled in your arms with a hint of jealousy. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He asked, glaring at the turtle who had snuggled closer to your neck.

“Uuhhh, welllllllll…” You threw him a sheepish look and explained to him how the other day you had run into Undyne at the dump and you both found a box full of baby turtles. Deciding they were too adorable, the two of you had decided to store them at Undyne’s home, but Undyne was going through renovations so she had asked you to keep the turtles until her home was able to supply a good living space for them.

“So yeah, until Undyne’s house is fixed up for these little dudes, we have children.”

“THESE PUNY REPTILES ARE NOT MY CHILDREN!!”

“i dunno, boss, this one’s got a scar just like yours!”

“WAIT, REALLY? LET ME SEE!!”

You ended up keeping that turtle and named him “Edge Jr.”

#underswap #underfell #turtles #aph spain is happy somewhere #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underfell papyrus

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