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magic-hcs · 5 months

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If your requests are still open, can I ask for some hc's from the guys from HT and HF where the reader praises them and kisses their scars? these poor boys need more love 😭😭♡

These boys so do need more love! Thank you for being patient with me, I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: light angst, insecurities, low self-esteem, mentions of trauma

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Rust: horrorfell Sans

Thatch: Horrorfell Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Bear: The purrs are loud with this one as your lips sweetly press against the little cracks and dents in his bones. At least, as long as you stay away from the gaping hole in his skull. It’s way too sensitive for your lips, not to mention, the edges are sharp. Bear would feel so bad if you accidentally cut yourself on it.

Don’t get me started on when you start to throw praises and doting on him with words into the mix, my will be man is a goner plain and simple.

Of course, in the beginning when you start to do this, Bear short-circuits and needs to process what you just did. But he will always accept any affection you want to give him. Only when you move on or leave Bear to his own thoughts do the intrusive little buggers start to plague him with insecurities.

They range from jabs at his conditions, his appearance and past. Trying to pick him apart and disprove all the praises and love you’ve just given him. Ever the stubborn man who struggles with it internally, refusing to burden anyone else with it, tries to push through it and ignore his thoughts. Which has never helped him at all - one would think he finally gets that it's not healthy or helpful behavior after so long of doing it and it backfiring in his face.

Luckily, Bean is observant and perceptive, knowing his dear brother like no other, helpfully nudges him open. (By playing the we-will-always-be-truthful-to-each-other-card…No one ever said that Bean doesn’t play dirty. If it helps his brother in the long run, he’s making use of it). And of course, it helps. Once he opened up to you about it and you two found a way to not trigger his intrusive thoughts - by spreading your praises and scar kissings throughout the day instead of all in one go - Bear will always readily accept any affections you give him.

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Bean: At the start of the relationship - when monsters haven’t surfaced all that long ago - Bean noticed you had gotten way more affectionate towards him than you had been before. Which, of course, isn’t a bad thing; everyone is different and some people just get more touchy and lovey when in a romantic relationship. But it did lightly trigger his skepticism like a knee-jerk reaction.

Back in the underground…well, let’s just say that Bean has a good reason why he looks for meanings behind certain actions and behavior thanks to some who acted nice not out of the goodness of their soul or heart.

It’s not your fault of course, nor could Bean be at fault.

Just something from the past that Bean took with him to the surface.

You don’t have to worry however, he knows you well enough to know that you don’t have any ulterior motive with your affections. So for Bean it will be easy enough to push those reflexive skeptical thoughts aside, or rationalize them.

Once he gets used to it, he’ll return the favor. You want to kiss Bean’s scars? Go right ahead, while you’re doing that, Bean will place skelekisses on your marked skin. Tracing his phalanges sweetly over the dents and lighter or darker lines on your body, while he himself shivers slightly as your lips press against the cracks on his bones. It’s a very sweet and domestic quality time between the two of you. It becomes even better when either one of you had been having a tough day, building each other up with each tender kiss.

Bean cannot quite imagine a life without your sweet, sweet kisses. He treasures them and you deeply.

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Rust: It’s a healing feeling that Rust at first didn’t know what to do with. He stood there, frozen while you kissed his scars. Trying to process what’s going on inside him and what you’re doing. There had been times when Rust stared at you with his sometimes unnerving unblinking gaze before asking “…why?”.

It’s a slow progress of him getting used to it, but it’s so worth it in the end.

Now, Rust knows and been with you long enough to know when you’re about to shower him in praises and kisses. To say he adores those times is an understatement. He wants to completely lean and sag against you as you nuzzle him. Whispering sweet nothings in his non-existent ear while you kiss every crack, scar and dent that litters his face.

But there’s a time that is his favorite when you decide to pamper him like this. And that is when the two of you lie in bed together, either when waking up in the morning, or going to sleep or just cuddling together. With you either snuggled up to his side or lying on his bare chest (yes he has shoved some pillows inside his ribcage to make it more comfortable for you. And yes it feels weird to have those things inside his ribs but anything for you, not that he would say it out loud.)

It feels warm, it feels intimate. The way you look at him in the eyelight, murmuring so sweetly as you stroke your fingers across his scarred ribs and bones. And you do without a motive, you just want to do this. Showing Rust love and care he had never thought he’d wanted, desired, craved or needed. And oh, how he needed and craved it. Your love is like a silky cloth that gets softly pulled across his bones like a gentle wave. It’s a liquid warmth that fills the cracks and mental scars putting him back together like one does a treasured vase with golden glue.

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Thatch: Oh, oh gosh… Thatch doesn’t know what to do with this, honestly. His mind cannot really wrap around it? After all, how could he deserve such love from you that you just want to shower him with praises and kiss the cracks in his face and ribs? How is he supposed to function when you take his prosthetic arm and hand in yours and kiss the fingers and knuckles so tenderly? Never taking your eyes - that are full of so, so much love that he is undeserving of - off his own sockets.

You know of his past, he knows you do, he has told you himself that night full of so many tears and vulnerability. So Thatch can’t really grasp that despite it all, despite you knowing what he did, the monster that he is in every single way possible, you still hold him as if he deserves something. As if he deserves to be loved, that he deserves to be reassured.

You’re breaking him in even tinier little pieces, unraveling him at the seams, slowly but surely, until all that's left of him…and you’re putting him back together with such care and gentle hands and lips with every touch, with every kiss and words of praise.

It’s after a long time that Thatch slowly starts to be able to mentally accept the affections you wish to bestow upon him. And it’s after an even longer time that he manages to push the little voice in the back of his mind that whispers; ‘they don’t truly mean that, they don’t truly love you. It’s just pity,’ away.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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voidandabyssal · 1 month

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I almost forgot you actually take requests lol

How would Hound and Pyre, as well as Mutt and Black, react to meeting someone who likes to touch people? Like patting your arm/shoulder when making a joke or giving hugs to show their appreciation. And would their reaction change if the skellies were in a relationship with this person?

Hound (HF Sans):

He’s sensitive around strangers

And by sensitive I mean hyper aware and aggressive

If a complete stranger were to come up and touch him he’d defiantly glare down at him.

Which is pretty terrifying considering he’s like 6’5 and has a sharp metal jaw. If it’s a good day, he might just shove you off and growl, if it’s a bad day for him then he’s likely to lash out

Which again you don’t really want considering he usually wields a giant friggin axe, even on the surface

Buuuuttttt if you’re his s/o or a highly trusted friend, he’s not gonna be so mean

Na, he might jump or growl a little, especially if you caught him off guard, but that’s just instinct. Hound doesn’t really mean it.

if he really likes you, you’ll get a tight hug back; and he’s not putting you down

Hounds an affectionate guy once you get to know him.

Speaking’s hard for hound so it can often be the only way to express himself

Pyre (HF papyrus)

Unlike hound, pyre has much more self control, in that he won’t flip you into a headlock the minute you touch him

But he’s definitely going to be disgruntled

If you’re a stranger prepare for your arm to be twisted very painfully as he loudly seethes about how disgusting humans are and how impolite they can be

Internally, pyres a little freaked out. The only person that he’s allowed to touch him in a long time is Hound

But if you’re in a relationship with him??

Okay he’ll still be a little disgruntled but he won’t shove you off,

Maybe still scold you, especially if you’re in public

Black (SF red sans):

Isn’t a fan of touch,

In the underground such casual touches either meant you were quite close or the more touchy person held more power and respect than the other

So he’s gonna see it as a slight

He’ll grab at your hand before it can even connect with his shoulder. Squeezing tightly enough to make you wince in pain

If your his partner then he’s a lot nicer lol

Black doesn’t like to say it out loud, but he does love physical touch.

He leans into your touch, just ever so slightly

If you tease him, poor black will be blushing so hard

Mutt (SF red papyrus):

He’s gonna be the one doing casual touches,

Even if your a stranger, and this is happening in the underground. Hell yeah he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder or lean up against you

There’s not really a lot you can say or do to stop him. Considering he’s got Black for a brother and he’s pretty strong himself

He’d probably find it amusing if a complete stranger was so causal with him. It’s his job to make people uncomfortable!!!

If you’re in a relationship with him, he is eating that touch up!!

Seriously loves it, if you’re not careful he’ll end up pulling you into his lap for some nap cuddles

And then you’re stuck there until either he wakes up or black finally drags you off him

#this was fun to write!#undertale #sans x reader #undertale au #undertale headcanons #sans undertale #voidimagines #papyrus x reader #swapfell #horrorfell

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ut-museum-guide · 2 months

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Off the Beaten Path

Undertale Reader fanfics that don’t quite fit the mold that hold a special place in all of our hearts.

_fics in no paritcular order

1. So I think You’ve Got the Wrong Number

By WhatteauYouDoing (97k works)

AU: Mage

Character feature: Gaster

2. A Puzzle Just for Me

neroli (696k)

Mobtale

Muffet (minor character), San

Note: contains smut but heavily plot driven

3. Panic Room

By coco_finny (206k)

Swapfell

Papyrus, Sans, Happstablook (minor) Undyne (minor), Muffet (minor)

4. Don’t Shoot the Albatross

By Gypsum Lilac (29k)

Mafiafell

Edge

5. The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

Primal

Sans, Red, Horror

Note: contains lots of smut

6. Love Covers a Multitude of Sins

By @bubbleteasing (121k)

Mafiafell

Sans, Papyrus (reoccuring minor), Muffet (minor)

Note: no smut (up to ch12) but mind the tags

7. Foramen? Fill me in!

By @velvetwyrme

Swapfell Papyrus

Note: glorious smut

8. Cave Bear

By @lamma_goddess (35k)

Horrorfell

Red, Edge

9. Papyrus Dates a Bird

By WhatteauYouDoing (70k)

Mage AU

Papyrus, Sans

From @undertale-museum

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #ao3 #sans x reader #mage #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #horrorfell #swapfell #undertale museum

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 22 days

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Sweet Tooth

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54774772 by DoodleThyNoodle What was meant to be a scream sounded more like you were deflating as you awakened. you huddled under the plush blankets, your eyes were glassy but you were too dehydrated for any tears to form. Your… everything ached as you shifted your sore body. Only one thought echoing in your mind. You should be dead. (might edit the summary as we go??) ________________________ Various Horror Skeletons x Reader (spooky I know) Updates hopefully will be twice a month? let's see how that handles Words: 1587, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: Gen, F/M Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale) Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrorswap (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrorfell (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrorswapfell (Undertale), Blood and Gore, Cannibalism, Past Sexual Abuse, Memory Loss, Human Trafficking, Psychological Trauma, Fluff and Humor, Angst, This story gets dark, be warned, I want a slow burn but we all know I'm not a patient soul, animal death in prologue, tw will be posted in notes, anti-harem, Reverse Harem read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54774772

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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undertale-museum · 2 months

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Fanfic

Page 3 - Page 4 - Page 5

We're not sure if the following exhibits will remain in the Museum. While, they were in storage, sometimes we look back on stories with rose tinted glasses.

[4-01] Between Time and Space

Shadow reader, surface fic

[4-02] Papyrus Dates a Bird: A Tale of Sorrow, Happiness, and a Little Thing Called Love

Date

status

characters

tag (18+?)

note

[4-03] —-

[4-04] Must Love Animals

[4-05] We're alike. You and I

Bittybones, concept, post hospital release

[4-06] Speakeasy Soul

Fancy cocktails

[4-07] I give (You take)

Dr Sans, Serial Killer Gaster

[4-08] His Wish

Date

status

characters

tag (18+?)

note

[4-09] a taste of sunshine

Dream x Nightmare Smut

[4-10] A Soul to Steal

Mage-familiar

[4-11] To Galaxy's End

[4-12] A Skeleton Fell Asleep At A Bar

Sans x Grillby

[4-13] The Sacrificial Skeleton and the Labyrinth of Gods

Bittybones

[4=14] And Bingo was His Name-O

[4-15] The Itty-Bitty Boutique

[4-16] Family is where the Love is!

[4-17] A Little Bit(ty) of Trouble.

[4-18] One Bittybone At A Time

[4-19] Monsters Should Be Cute!

[4-20] Happily Ever Laughter

Prequel to The Last Laugh

[5-01] What Will You Do

[5-02] The Last Laugh

Dark themes

[5-03] Bit-ter Memories

[5-04] The Fulfilling Ordeal of Being Known

[5-05] Chain Me To You

[5-06] The Danger that Lurks Underwater

Mermaid

[5-07] stay.

Horrorfell

[5-08] Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons

Complete

[5-09] The Skeleton Crew

Up to Ch27

Good until post-hospital attack recover, less direction

[5-10] Jack of All Trades

#page 4 #undertale fanfiction

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braindeadskeletons · 4 years

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Y/N: You want some fries?

Horrorfell Sans and Papyrus, pulling out wedding rings: YES!

#I love these two #They need more love #submission #they really really do omg #im SO sorry for not providing that love kgjfhdkjg #i always forget pap and for that i am evil #also just horrorfell in general #horrorfell #horrorfell papyrus #horrorfell sans #horrorfell x reader #horrorfell papyrus x reader #horrorfell sans x reader #x reader #reader #y/n

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echo--flowers--sins · 2 years

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I haven't seen much new horrorfell lately, any headcanons for Sweets?

Yeah, I can give you some Horrorfell!Papyrus! 😉

It takes a loooong time to get to know Noble. He's closed off in a way where he's a gentleman and charming, but he never talks about himself

But once you work past his walls he'll treat you like the treasure you are. He'll spoil you with gifts that he loves to see you wear. Formal wear is a huge turn on for him.

Like most of the Fell Clan he'll gift you with a claiming collar when your relationship escalates to that point. During intimate times he loves to hold it gently to keep your face as close as he can so he can whisper all of the things he's going to do to you in your ear.

Due to his old injuries he received in the Underground, it's hard for him to summon his ecto on the bad days. On those days he loves to use toys to drive you to your limit and beyond

Aftercare with him is gentle, with lots of soft words of praise as he cleans you up.

#ns/fw #papyrus x reader #undertale aus #Noble #horrorfell #horrorfell papyrus

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skelemira · 3 years

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Horrorfell Paps x reader?? Feel free not to (also you're a cool person and I'm glad you exist)

Oooh my first time writing Horrorfell Paps!!!

And just bc you didn't specify (and bc u deserve the best~) imma give you both hcs and a lil drabble!!! (Also bc writing hcs first might get me in the mindset to write Horrorfell Paps for the first time!)

(After note: imma do the drabble another time bc I got home late and I'm super drained lol but someone feel free to remind me to do it!)

Kinda long so I'm gonna put it under here

Horrorfell Paps x Reader! (I don't have names for the Horrorfell bros yet so I'm just gonna call him Papyrus)

Hcs:

*He is not one to mince words. He is going to say exactly what he means to say and he is going to give you blunt honesty. He's not going to be malicious about his honesty, and he still knows when to be tactful in revealing information, but if you ask for his opinion he is going to be honest.

*But that makes compliments from him all the more flustering, because when someone unflinchingly honest tells you that they think you did (insert hobby or skill here) very well, then that is high freaking praise and you know they mean it with every bit of their being.

*He's fiercely overprotective for obvious reasons. In the starving Fell underground, you had to fight for everything you had constantly. So when you find something as precious as a mate? You protect that to your dying breath and Papyrus is not only very strong and fast, but he is insanely clever and creative in coming up with ways to protect what is his. It can get a little much sometimes, like when you want to go to your friend's house and he doesn't want you to leave the house without him, or when you want to go grocery shopping when he's at work, but he is rational, so most times you can explain how you have defensive weapons and him on speed dial and how this location is well lit and has security in place, and he will see reason. He's not trying to keep you from the world he's just... Seen the horrible things the world can have in it and he wants to keep those things from you as much as he can.

*He's romantic but is often pretty subtle about it. There was no room for big gestures in the Underground, so the ways you showed your love (besides with food) were with small gestures, by moving the sofa you see your partner keeps stubbing their toe on, or fluffing the pillows on their bed when you've noticed they had a long day. Little things that you could easily write off as something other than romantic gestures. His love language is mostly food, but every once in a while you'll come home and your sheets are freshly laundered or your favorite fruit is freshly cut up on a plate in the kitchen or taking your car to go get groceries and filling it up on the way back. Small things that are practical but help make your day better.

*He's not really opposed to touch (read: this mans is touch-starved as all heck) but, bc of the Underground, he was taught that touch was for harming, never for showing affection. So when you first reach out to hold his hand or put your hand on his femur or something he tenses up. Almost imperceptibly, but you notice. You're a little hurt until you realize what I said above about how he probably wasn't used to showing affection through touch. (Some might say that he just isn't affectionate but you've seen the little signs and ways he shows his affection that may not be obvious to other people, but with him you notice everything.) So gradually you help him grow comfortable with touch. (Normally you wouldn't push, some people aren't okay with touch, that's fine, but you saw him hiding just how desperately he wanted physical affection). You, of course, stop if he ever gets uncomfortable but it goes quite well and eventually he feels comfortable hugging you out of the blue and even holding you while you both sleep. He's still not initiating a lot of physical touch, but he is receptive.

Wow that was a long hc lol uhhh onto a couple more then the drabble!

*He likes to be the only one to handle food. He's not obsessive about it (he nearly is but shhh he's working on it) but he likes his kitchen a certain way and it's just... It's easier for his piece of mind if he decides how much of something is made and how it is made. Sometimes he lets you help cook or bake (baking isn't his strong suit) but most times it's him in the kitchen or (on the rare occasions that you have takeout) you get it at the restaurant or it's from a restaurant he trusts.

*When he does eventually get comfortable enough for physical touch you are ever ever allowed to touch his cracks or scars. The first time, when you do it unknowingly, he actually flinches and gently explains to you (with his body tense and his fangs gritted tightly) to please never touch those parts of him. (He doesn't explain this to you, but he doesn't actually mind the scars, they show he's tough and they show he's a fighter but..... He doesn't want your perfect innocent fingers having to touch the flawed (in his mind) parts of him.

*His ideal date? Doing a puzzle with you with gentle jazz playing in the background. Though he "complains" about it "not having enough spikes to truly be fun" you can tell that he's enjoying figuring out something with you like this in a calm and peaceful environment where he knows he's safe. He makes a meal and, instead of eating at the dinner table, he declares it a special occasion and has you both at on the couch, chatting about the puzzles and each other's day. He's still watching you eat carefully, though, and making sure you get plenty of healthy food to eat.

*On that note, if you aren't at least a little chubby he considers himself to have failed in his job of feeding you, regardless of what those ridiculous human beauty standards say. (If you have trouble gaining weight for whatever reason, though, and you explain that to him, he understands and will back off a little and will stop trying to give you extra portions at dinner.)

*He signs sometimes because his jaw aches, of course you help him get to a dentist and an optometrist to get glasses and braces (though it's a battle of wills to get him to admit he needs help), but some days his jaws ache too much to talk, so he taught you sign language, writing down what he was saying in the early days of you learning.

I hope you enjoyed the headcanons Kat, sorry I couldn't finish the drabble tonight but I will write that as soon as I can!!! It was fun getting to know Horrorfell Paps and maybe one day I'll name him lol!

#ask #undertale #undertale au #papyrus #papyrus x self insert #papyrus x reader #papyrus headcanons #horrorfell #horrorfell papyrus #horrorfell papyrus headcanons #papyrus undertale #au papyrus

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shatterflowerdemon · 3 years

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Have I never posted about this fic? I couldn't find an older update post to reblog. Oh well!

Chompers, Boss, and The Internet Addict. (CBATIA)

Chapter 6 is now live! Shank it, twist it, roll it, push it!

Info for screenreaders and those unfamiliar with this fic below!

Word count: 9,428

Chapters: 6/?

Sans/reader/papyrus Horrorfell and soulmate edition

Tag summary: Reader is not named and is not any of the game protags. Eventual violence and romance. Mentions of animal death/injury. Implied eating of humans. Currently no graphic content as of 2/13/2021. Not fontcest. Pivot polyamory.

Summary of fic:

You needed a name for the skeleton, for the sake of your mind. Skeletor didn't sit right, and Halloween decoration was too long. You wouldn't dream of attaching Jack Skellington to your captor.

Maybe something to do with those sharp teeth? Chompers. Y'know, like your grandpa's falsies or your aunt's kidnapping pit-pull with a bigass hole in its skull. Yeah, that checks out.

Chapter six summary: Plot? In my story? Weird

#my work #undertale #reader insert #non binary reader #polyamory #horrorfell #fanfiction #sans x reader x papyrus #not fontcest

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pyrefell · 3 years

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The PYREFELL Drabble Hour....2!

CROSSPOSTED HERE ON AO3

HF!Papyrus/Reader - Symbol of Affections "Monsters had, as it turns out, much more intricate meanings for food than you'd thought. Especially when it came to showing affections through food." word count: 1,012

You were standing at their door again, for what felt like the millionth time this week. Okay, it was only the third, but still. But this time is special.

You'd brought many meals over here since you'd learned how to make food monsters, especially ones without any digestive systems, can eat. At first it had been just to maybe help your new neighbors feel a little bit more comfortable, though now it had become a little tradition to bring something, even something small, over with you. You’d never been much of a cook beforehand but your first encounter had gone well and the favor had been returned for you, encouraging you to continue. That's when you learned more about the actual intricacies of monster food culture.

Monsters had, as it turns out, much more intricate meanings for food than you'd thought. Especially when it came to showing affections through food. This was simultaneously very good and potentially very bad for you. Very good because you're pretty sure if you had to voice your affections, you'd probably just never do it, and very bad because, well, you still have the obvious very real possibility of being rejected. It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so soft, but hey, hopefully that won't happen? One of the few ways monsters used to show affection is by making something the source of their affections has wanted but never had, which you were doing for Papyrus. Because you'd developed a giant crush on him. Of course it didn’t seem like much to you, but obviously monsters viewed it differently given their history. Honestly, it had been oddly mortifying having to go to Frisk and Aliza to ask what he might like, maybe something he hasn’t had before? And then it had been infinitely more mortifying when Frisk had excitedly slammed their hands on your counter signing that they knew it and that you were totally obvious. (Despite all the theatrics, the whole encounter made you glad you’d gone to them and not Sans. He would’ve never let you live it down. Hell, he’d probably write it down so he’d remember to tease you for it.) At first, you were completely confused, you didn’t really think you were being that obvious. Sure. you’d probably acted odd when it had been Papyrus who’d answered the door when you’d rang, but if anything you’d figured they would have thought you were just scared of him. You did have a habit of freezing up and being completely unable to form sentences around him sometimes. (God, did you really have it that bad? Wow. Okay. Maybe you were obvious.) If this whole thing went wrong, you’d hoped he wouldn’t think anything of it since you’d brought something specifically for everyone else in the house. You were banking on him thinking you were just clueless to monster culture, especially since the whole food thing was a recent enough development. Even if the amount of effort you went to to make everything look as perfect as possible was totally obvious. You even went and got one of those cake boxes!

The front door opens, breaking you from your runaway train of thought. Papyrus stares down at you through thick-lensed glasses that you’ve always thought were adorable, especially on such a fierce looking monster. He leans down a bit to be closer to your level, which really doesn't make much of a difference because your height difference is still comical either way. You grin a bit shakily at him.

“I made something! Specially for you. I, uh, heard it was something you’d been wanting to try! Um, so I made it for you.” He takes the box when you hold it out with shaky hands. He squints at you for a moment, though you’re not exactly sure if he just can’t see you very well or if he’s suspicious. Carefully, he lifts the lid of the box before freezing.

"Y-YOU, UM..." He's flustered, his skull bright red. He fidgets for a moment before he stands as close to his full height as he can, nearly knocking his skull on the door frame. He holds up a finger.

“H-HOLD ON A MOMENT,” Papyrus darts back inside the house, just barely ducking under the door frame. and closing the door most of the way behind him. You can’t help but think that one of these days he’s gotta end up hitting it, if he hasn’t already. You stand nervously on the porch, completely unsure of how exactly this was going. You can hear the occasional voice, but you’re too wrapped up in your own nerves to hear what they’re saying. The door reopening startles you. Papyrus stands particularly hunched over before he stands tall again, still red-faced and flustered. He thrusts a smaller box into your hands.

“OPEN IT. PLEASE.” You’re pretty sure you already know what it is but you open the lid anyways. You can’t help the grin from forming on your face at the contents of the box. You turn your grin up to Papyrus, hardly paying any mind to the food after a cursory glance.

“I’LL TAKE YOUR EXPRESSION TO MEAN IT’S AN ADEQUATE GIFT?” Papyrus stands wringing his hands, uncharacteristically nervous.

“Yeah, yes, of course!” You stand staring and grinning like an idiot for a moment before he speaks again.

"I SUPPOSE," he starts, his now free hands toying with the ragged scarf around his neck, "I WAS AFRAID THAT PERHAPS, PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T FEEL THE SAME. I SEE NOW THAT THAT WAS A FOOLISH IDEA." He reaches to take your free hand.

“took ya long enough,” Sans’ voice comes from inside the house. Papyrus whirls around and you peek around him, flushed, to spot Sans standing with both Aliza and Frisk. You assume Papyrus is giving him an absolutely deadly look because Aliza cowers a bit but Frisk and Sans just laugh.

“c’mon boss, even i knew it. and y’know i don’t remember much nowadays.” Papyrus huffs before turning back around to you, taking your hand and leading you inside.

#horrorfell #papyrus #papyrus x reader #pyrefell drabbles #genuinely might re-write this #maybe. in the form of a potential upcoming multichapter thing...perhaps.

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pacifistofpatience · 4 years

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(( I’ve been watching the Horrorfell stuff play out on my dash and was too nervous to write something for while, now that it’s calmed down though I feel a little bit more comfortable doing so))

You were just a volunteer.

The monsters appeared from Ebott tired and broken. They we’rent thin- per say- but only a fool would have to look at them and not figure out the hell they had been though. As a full time Nurse you found that your abilities useful in such a dire situation. So you took a vacation (Thanks to some pulled strings) and offered your services as a volunteer.

The monsters were...

There was no gentle way to put it, what was left of monster kind was horrifying.

Mangled bodies, broken creatures that surely had to endure horrid conditions that no human would survive. It was obvious that the monsters had not come out mentally stable, but their King kept them in order. His imposing, skeletal form commanding respect by just standing there. Watching both humans and monsters for any wrong move.

While others carefully avoided his gaze, you found yourself drawn to him.

He towered over even the tallest monster, a looming presences with what looked like another- almost round looking- skeleton at his side.

You trotted up to them, first aid kit in hand.

“Excuse me--”

The skeletons neck snapped so quickly you were sure you heard it crack, his deep red eye lights honing in on you. His jaw, mangled and full of what looked like broken teeth snapped out a sharp “WHAT!”

Your stomach flipped as he closed his jaw (Not missing how it took him a few tries to align his Jaw correctly, a delicate act that seemed like he could never get it quiet right no matter how hard he tried). Your eyes fluttered away from his gaze for just a second-- considering it a mistake when it landed on the skeleton behind him, breathing heavily and sweating like he had just run a marathon- and held your ground before looking back to him, “Have you been he-- I woudl-- I’ve brought some supplies...”

You exhaled the breath you were holding.

“GOOD, NOW GO DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH IT AND HELP THE OTHERS.”

He turned away from you.

Stubborn little---

You had dealt with humans like him. People who would refused your help no matter how much you pushed. Being a nurse has sometimes taught you that you would have to push a little harder, or maybe a few choice words would get them to give in. This time you held your tongue. Instead you tossed your backpack off and started to rummaged though it for the your supplies.

“Please...” You started, “You two are the only ones who haven't been helped yet...”

You offered the food to them, flinching only slightly when two pairs of eye lights honed in on it, “Please, just take something... The others are being taken care of, and I just want to be sure everyone is...is going to be OK...”

You pushed the food into the giant monsters hipbone, determined, “... That’s including you two...”

His long, clawed fingers wrapped around the package, and you found your heart growing a little softer as he handed it to who you would eventually learn was his brother.

Stubborn little bastard was right. As the years passed you would learn Papyrus to be one of the biggest pricks you had ever met. Deliberately and obviously ignoring your subtle suggestions at times in favor of doing anything but what you asked.

It took a lot of chipping away on your part. First with the volunteer site, to the housing development project, to you and your dumb little heart getting attached to the two monsters. You began to bring them extra little gifts, a homemade cake here, some totally unintentional sleep overs there and you found Papyrus gradually growing use to your presence.

Sans, despite his quiet demeanor (Mostly because of his inability to speak), warmed up to you quicker then his brother. Apparently the promise of baked goods was a one way ticket to his soul. Papyrus was not too far behind. His words became less harsh, more backhanded complements that he would fumble over.

You grew to love them.

And one day you just found yourself in their home, a toothbrush of your own in their bathroom with worn out bristles. Contemplating weather you should buy some more shampoo only to find what was once an empty bottle replaced with a new one you didn’t buy. Blankets spread out in their home, knowing fully well from Sans constant jokes about the “cold going right through them’ that there was no doubt that they had grown to love you too.

#Horrorfell #HF!Sans x reader #HF!Papyrus X reader #i love the whole concept of just...#gradually comeing into someones life in little ways #until youve found yourself set in a routine with them #and not being able to rememeber it without them #fluff #and little things from them saying that #they want you as part of their routine too #so i did that with horrorfell

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magic-hcs · 1 year

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Could I get horrortale papyrus, horrorfell papyrus, underfell papyrus, and undertale papyrus with a SO who has adhd and autism. There love Language is also like a crow (bonks for affection, small gifts, etc.)

Of course you can. I loved writing this! Thank you for sending it my way, I hope you enjoy it!

I definitely didn't go a bit self-indulgent with Charon’s bit, nope not at all, I don't know what you talking about.

Charon: UF Papyrus

Bean: HT Papyrus

Thatch: HF Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Papyrus: Oh, this sweetheart adores you and your bonks. Papyrus is quite the affectionate fellow, so while his way to show affection are hugs and skelekisses he is more than open to accept your own ways of affection with open arms. He is also more than happy to return your preferred method of showing affection if that gives you the most comfort.

Papyrus finds it so precious that your love language is like that of a crow. When he first learns about it he is like “WOWIE! THAT IS SO FASCINATING.” Which 100% means that the first thing he’s gonna to do when he gets home is researching all about crow’s social behavior and their habits and behavior towards family and mates. He’s just so fascinated and curious! The next time you bonk him he has found a whole new layer adoration for you.

Papyrus keeps every single gift inside his closet, the place where he keeps his knick knacks and just everything that he has emotional attachments to or have meanings behind it - at least the ones that fit in there. The closet is a sort comfort space for Papyrus, so whenever he feels lost or stressed or feels like he has an existential crisis, he feels the need to be surrounded by comforting objects, hence the closet. Your gifts have a special section dedicated to them. It’s at eye level so he can easily find and look at them again.

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Charon: This man is a not so secret secret simp. I’m telling you, believe me. Like you may be sayin the most randomest shit ever out of nowhere with no context provided whatsoever leaving everyone going like “what?” Because they don’t see the train of thought you are going through. And Charon is standing there at the side absolutely loving. He finds it very endearing how at one point you could be talking about the weather and suddenly you bring up that “sometimes, dogs eat each other's poo”. It’s so out of nowhere it makes Charon burst out laughing or makes him at least chuckle sometimes. He finds your mind endearing he cant help it.

At first, Charon was quite confused with the bonks. He didn’t know what they meant or why you did them, but he appreciated it either way. Because it was you, his lovely mate who did them. But oh boy, were his cheekbones filled with a scarlet flush when he finally found out it was your way of showing affection. Now he just gets internally excited whenever you come up to him to give him one of your bonks. He may think he got himself together but it’s so obvious - to those who know him - that his face perks up slightly whenever a bonk is about to happen. Charon - mostly in private - returns your affection by placing a skelekiss on the top of your head or upon your hand. (A skelekiss is kinda like a bonk since he doesn’t have any lips.)

Gifts mean a lot to Charon in general. You have no idea how big of a thing it is to Charon, the first time you came bearing a gift for him, Charon was left speechless. Silently, gingerly accepting your gift while his gaze keeps flickering over towards you and the gift for a good while before he finally manages to utter so uncharacteristically quiet: “T-This is for me..?”

Someone save this poor boy’s soul, he can handle flirting and territorial behavior between mates. But this? This is something else entirely and someone, anyone, spare his poor soul from the warm flutterings that are erupting from within him like a volcano. You have no clue what you just did, or you did and you had planned this, planned to leave this man without a single breath left to gasp with. It’s quite the beautiful sight I must say.

Charon doesn’t know what to do or say, for you see; back in the underground, gifting a mate a gift is something big and something special because it is such a rare thing to happen. Monsters used to pick mates yes, but that’s more a fling than something serious. Leaving yourself vulnerable to another was a high risk to take, monsters used to trust no one. So when a mate gifts a gift it’s a display to everyone else to let them know that they and their mate are taken, and anyone that dares to mess with either of them there will be consequences. It’s only done when one’s sure they can protect the both of them from potential enemies that try to target either of them. But it is also a vow, an indication of their love and affection. Gifting a gift is practically a declaration: ‘you are the one that I want and the one I’ll keep wanting, I’m prepared to fight for us.’

Charon treasures every. Single. Gift you give him. Every. Single. One. You gave him a bracelet? He wears it every day with pride, it's the first one he puts on before putting on the other bracelets he has. You made him something? He has placed it proudly in his room or throughout the house. Charon doesn’t really make gifts, and he doesn’t call stuff he buys for you gifts. To him it's just something he bought for you. (Funny that actually, because if you buy him something he does consider it a gift.) Charon is more a person who cooks for his loved ones. So he definitely shows his affection by providing you delicious meals.

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Bean: His soul warms up with fluff whenever you decide to give him a loving bonk. Purrs rumble through him as your head makes contact with his bones. Bean finds great comfort in your crow like love language, it soothes him whenever he feels a bit stressed or had a bad day.

You two often share gifts together. Bean makes little music playlists for you or crochet articles of clothes like scarfs, hats and mittens, maybe even socks if you don’t mind. He really appreciates gifts you give him, although every now and again, especially in the beginning or on bad days, he's hesitant to accept them because he feels as if he isn’t worthy of them. Give him some time, he’ll come around once his inner demons have left him alone. Or you could also on the bad days leave your gifts in front or inside Bean’s room, somehow that makes accepting said gifts without hesitance much easier.

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Thatch: Oh stars, spare his poor soul. You are too precious, how do you exist? What has Thatch done to deserve you? Thatch loves you so wholly and deeply, it sometimes scares himself a bit. You could just be doing your own thing, something very uniquely you, and he notices, and he stills. He’s reminded by the soft warmth flooding his soul how much you mean to him.

This sweetheart practically melts into a goopy Lovestruck puddle whenever you give him a bonk.

No, really, believe me, I’ll tell you why.

Whenever you wanna give Thatch that affectionate bonk of yours you have to ask him to lean down or climb upon something to become taller. (There’s no other way to reach his face, Thatch is a tall boy, and when I say tall I mean tall.)

And whenever you do, Thatch already knows what’s going to happen and his poor soul can’t handle it. He can’t handle it, his cheeks are already getting hot, his soul is skipping around as if it’s dancing in the clouds, and all Thatch can do is accept his fate. The first time you gave him an affectionate bonk, you had K.Oed him. Frozen stiff he stood there, the only sign of life was that high whistle that slipped past Thatch’s teeth and his face that gradually erupted in a mahogany flush. But how could he not become a mess like that?

It’s just an affectionate bonk, but to Thatch it feels so intimate, as he stares with wide sockets into your eyes. It’s a priceless thing, the soft touch upon his forehead. The proximity of you renders his mind blank, he can practically feel your warmth and breath flutter against him like a loving whisper between lovers and it’s you, so completely you, and oh stars, he’s so doomed.

(And a purring mess.)

Thatch returns your affection (if he isn’t rendered stunned by the love that floods him) by tracing his knuckles oh so gently across your cheek.

Thatch has a hard time accepting gifts. Not that he doesn’t love them, he does, he just finds it hard to grasp that he deserves them. It’s harder than accepting affection because he can just stand there and let it wash over him, and be lured to lean into it. With gifts, he has to actually reach out and take it. Sounds easy, but to Thatch it isn’t.

Just walk up to him and get his attention, and then shove your gift in his hands. Thatch will automatically hold it on reflex. Immediately let go afterwards and tell him you don’t do ‘take backs’/thank him for accepting it, he won’t be able to try to refuse it for reasons like he ‘doesn’t deserve it’ or any of that nonsense. It’s rude to return an already gifted gift after all, and Thatch is a gentlemonster true and through.😉

But really, give him all the gifts! Shower him in them! He deserves it and he treasures your gifts dearly, yes even if it’s a shiny rock. Especially if it is a shiny rock.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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voidandabyssal · 3 months

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Snowdin Cabin

HorrorFell story

chapter 1: Snowdin Cabin

Pyre = papyrus

Hound = Sans

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The underground was a desolate land. Piles of dust spoiled the land, leaving only the whispers of the dead to echo out from the underground prison. The ruins at least had plant life, small pockets of vines or flowers sprouting from the cracks of the walls. Stars was it silent, you had come from the city and the oppressing silence kept you distracted, fidgety even. You were tempted to start talking, say anything, just keep the silence from gnawing at your already trembling sanity. You knew better though, had been taught better.

There were bigger things to lose than your sanity.

You shivered, torn shirt clinging to your cold body as you trudged through the snow. You couldn’t feel your toes anymore. Your sneakers had been practically blasted to pieces after Toriel found you trying to escape.

Stars you could still hear her wails from here. You hunched over, trying to ignore her insane pleas. She still pounded against the collapsed ruin doors, the sounds of fire blasting against the stone trailed after you like a wolf does to a lamb.

It was for the best, she wasn’t well, she couldn’t take care of you or herself. You tried to justify your abandonment of the sick goat. You had only been here a few short days and the sinking hopelessness was burrowing its way deep into your soul.

From what Toriel could manage to remember; a human fell down, some twenty years ago, befriended the underground, killed their king and disappeared back to the surface with all the human souls.

The underground had fallen into chaos and despair not too long after. Most Monsters were either dead or had hidden away from their hungry neighbours.

Your stomach tightened painfully as another wave of hunger hit your body. You grabbed at your stomach, pinching some of the skin as a way to distract yourself.

Food was scarce nowadays, the land had been stripped of all that was nutritious and monsters had long lost the ability to grow magical food.

Your hand tightened around the small kitchen knife you carried as the wind stopped howling. You had stayed off the main trail, following Toriel's pleading warnings.

“Stay away from the trail my child! Please! The skeletons won’t have any mercy for you!” She had screeched as you leapt past her fireball. Your soul tugged painfully at the memory of her. Stars, how long had they all suffered down here?! What people could deserve this?! Toriel didn’t, not her.

Your femur had snapped completely when you fell. You had landed oddly on a sharp and jagged rock. You could only sit there and sob, cry for help as you clutched your bleeding leg.

You were so lucky it was Toriel who found you, heard your cries, scooped you up into her arms, cooing at you like you were a small child and carried you back to her home. Her eyes had seemed distant when she looked at your split open leg. Like past memories were shuttering through her mind.

She healed you, used what remaining monster food she had left to mend your broken bone. She had kept you locked up tight in a dusty old children’s room. Carrying on children’s books and reading to you like some doting mother. Her eyes were always clouded, puffy like she had spent hours crying. She would pat your ruffled hair, cooing at you like you were the cutest thing in the world.

It was almost pleasant, until the familiar ache of home hit your soul. You missed the sun, the feeling of your belly being full and your family. So with determination fueling your weakening body you had escaped from toriel's home. The painful sting of unhealed burns brought you back to the present.

Harsh gales of wind flew ice and snow into your hair, broken sticks crunched underfoot. Your tired eyes looked up into the distance. A crumbling cabin swayed with the wind. Dark and broken down, holes littered the walls.

This would do, for now at the very least. You stumbled forward. Your scuffed shoes tripped over broken bits of trash. Rope, spikes, shards of glass had been your obstacle the entire journey. You were just grateful you had managed to grab a pair of decent shoes on your way out.

The door creaked on a singular hinge. It swung open with little effort on your part. Dark and foreboding, the cabin was overwhelmed with darkness. Very few homes in the underground had electricity now, apparently something to do with a ‘core’?

Toriel hadn’t been very clear on what she was rambling about.

Broken bits of furniture and deep serrated claw marks marked the floor. You delicately picked a chair up, it was missing a leg, and stood it up as well as you could. You jumped over the claw marks and headed to the kitchen.

“Wonder if there’s gonna be anything here?” You whispered to yourself, pulling out cobweb filled drawers. You even checked the oven. Nada, nothing.

You groaned, clutching your stomach hungrily. You had been walking for hours, hours! And hadn’t found anything to eat, not even out in the forest.

You were no survivalist but you knew enough that you could tell what flowers or mushrooms were safe to consume. But there wasn’t anything here! No flowers, no mushrooms, hell, you hadn’t seen or heard any wildlife.

You knew there was a famine going on, but was it this bad? Had the land really been stripped so bare that not even flowers could bloom here?

You hummed thoughtfully, eyes watching over the cabin. The soil can’t be that bad, trees still grew, plentifully too.

“Aha! Nuts!” You exclaimed, clicking your fingers as the idea popped into your mind. Those trees had to spread somehow, you were in a whole friggin forest after all. Trees made nuts, which would then grow into more trees.

You hadn’t seen any but that may just be because they were buried under all that snow.

You skunk out of the cabin, closing the door behind you. Hopefully that would deter anyone from thinking it was abandoned. You retied your shoes and stepped out into the unforgiving environment. This time you kept your eyes peeled to the ground, approaching the base of every trunk and digging furiously. The cold nipped at your fingers, turning them bright red as the minutes drove on.

You must have dug through ten inches of snow before you finally felt the dirt beneath your fingers. It was as hard as stone, clearly years of permafrost had left the land beneath impenetrable.

You felt around the ground, hoping to find any old seeds buried under. The feeling of a cold, hard shell reaches your frozen fingers. You let out a gasp, stretching your hand deeper into the snow as you pull back a few small nuts. The shells have that tough wrinkled texture and your mouth waters with hunger at just the idea of eating them. You stuff them into your bra, rushing back to the empty cabin.

You nearly trip with how eagerly you run back to the cabin, food clutched in hand.

You don’t hear the crunch of snow following after you. Fatal mistake in this world.

You slam the cabin door shut, leaning the broken chair over it to keep it from swinging open. You club the nuts open, revealing the nutrient rich insides. They feel rich and creamy on your tongue, plain, but just enough to sate your hunger for now.

Each and every one is devoured in seconds. Once the last but has travelled down your throat you groan internally. You weren’t sure how long it would be until you could reach the barrier. You should have at least saved one. You dejectedly looked down at the ground before perking up.

You couldn’t let a single mistake get you down for too long. You had too much to do. With that said, you walked deeper into the cabin, inspecting every part of the home. A few holes here and there and some cracked and broken windows. Nothing you couldn’t cover.

Nothing…

Your blood ran cold, your body froze and your heart pumped with adrenaline.

A glowing red eye watched you through the broken window. A skeletal face grinned with malice as you connected eyesight.

Your chest constricted and you felt the air escape from your lungs.

Your only experience with a Monster was Toriel. Nothing had prepared you for the moment you would be met with a hulking skeleton with a glowing red eye. You gulped, inching backwards slowly. There was another window just behind you, broken. You could jump out of it if you just got a bit closer.

The face moved back, the crunch of snow following. You breathed out a sigh of relief, were they leaving? Please let that be the case. Still, you edged closer to the broken window, just in case.

Suddenly the crunch of wood loudly echoed out. Splinters of the rotted wood blew past your face as you could only stare in horror at the axe that had embedded itself through the cabin door.

It pulled out with a scraping sound, tearing away more of the door with it. You could see more of the Monsters full form now. He was a hulking skeleton, easily double your size with a blood soaked jacket and a serrated hole on the side of his head.

His manic grin never faltered as he brought down the axe again. This time the door split open entirely, the chair you had propped it up against went flying past you.

A terrified yelp runs past your lips, you swiftly turn and head for the window. The Monster is on you in seconds, you can feel his breath on your neck and his hands catching the tail end of your shirt. You scream loudly as your shirt tears, the back ripped entirely. The Monster stands there, holding his axe in one hand and the torn cloth of your shirt in the other.

You jump back as he takes a slow step. Glass embeds itself in the palm of your hand. Blood leaking out onto the dusty floor.

“Stay away! Don’t come near me!” you shout out, face scrunched in terror. He doesn’t listen, another slow step forward.

This time you leap backwards through the window, your spine hitting the cold wet snow. You hurriedly spin around, stumbling to your feet. Your eyes glance back, he’s in front of the window, head tilted in a macabre sense of fashion, grin still plastered on. Your heart feels like its about to explode and your hands tingle with pain as the glass digs deeper into your muscles.

You fall back into the woods, shoes sliding against the unsteady ground. Your ears search the area for sounds as you run faster and faster from the Monster. Nothing, not even the quiet buzzing of insects.

You gasp in breaths of oxygen. Holding your hand over your chest you blink away tears of adrenaline. No doubt you would have to move on, even if your body screamed at you to slow down. Snowdin wasn’t safe, maybe Waterfall would be better? Apparently it didn’t snow there.

The crack of bone against bone stopped your thoughts, your body slumped down into the snow. Eyes closing as unconsciousness quickly took over your mind.

Your last moments of consciousness were spent listening to an awfully crackled and pained voice.

“HAH! I TOLD YOU I WOULD CATCH THE HUMAN BEFORE YOU. NO MATTER, COME ALONG HOUND, BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SMELLS THE MEAT!” a deeper grunt comes from the other side of you.

Your limp body draped over the shoulder of your hunter, taken somewhere horrible. Somewhere you never hoped to be in.

#new fanfiction guys!!!#been thinking on this for a while before I finally decided to write it #enjoy!#I'll probably write more later #fanfiction #sans undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #horrorfell

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ut-museum-guide · 1 month

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Comfort Fics to Soothe the Soul

_In no particular order

4 fics contain dark themes

5 fics contain smut (3 of 5 eventual)

12 fics are reader fics

5 fics are Sans x Sans

1. Skeleton Games

By poetax (279k words)

Characters: Muffet, Red, Edge, Reader

Tags: Feuding neighbors, vampire reader

Note: None

2. Doom and Gloom All Up in Your Room

by TrashCollector (95k)

Reader (room owner), Dust, Horror

Domestic harem

3. A Sea of Hope

By Aylish91 (26k)

Reader (runaway skeleton), Axe (Horror)

Piratetale, Y/N x Axe

Note: abuse recovery

4. Poor Little Meow Meow

By Mystique, TallDumbass (58k)

Reader (vet), Killer

Fluff and Angst, domestic, ship

Note: eventual occasional smut

5. A Lovely House of Bones

By Green_Heart88 (37k)

@/greenheartart

Reader (host), Sans, Paps, Blue, Stretch, Edge, Red

Domestic living + recovery

6. Six Skeletons, One Store Clerk

By mccloudydayz (249k)

Reader, Sans, Paps, Red, Edge, Stretch, Blue +

Harem, Domestic, multiverse shennanigans

7. Aggre(g/v)ation

By Llama_Goddess (180k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Skull, later Mobfell Sans

Domestic, lots o’ shippin’

Note: Mobfell’s house onwards is intense

8. On the Top of the Bone Pile

By Lyrjok (422k)

Reader (in band), Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Gaster Sans

Harem,

Note: eventual smut

9. Dirty Laundry

By popatochisp (162k)

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

Domestic, romance

10. Stowaway Bitty

By Historically Dragon (301k)

Bittybones (Brassberry), Reader (broke and making do)

Slice of life

11. A Trio of Misfits

By Sabinarius (56k)

Bittybones (Baby Blue, Lil Bro), Reader

Slice of life, money troubles

12. Smoke in the Mirror

By Catsitta (76k)

Mobfell Ensemble, Red, Sans

Sans x Sans

13. The Killing Kind (Comic)

By @/thegrinningkitten

Geno-Error x Reaper, Sans x Sans

14. Papyrus Dates a Bird

By WhatteauYouDoing (70k)

Reader (bird), Papyrus, Sans

Slice of life, magi

15. That Danger that Lurks Underwater

By AKA_Indulgence (67k)

Sans (meroctopus), Red (mermaid), Edge (mermaid), Reader (human)

Toxic romance, Sans x Reader

Note: dark themes

16. Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons

By RecklesslyCaffeinated (90k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Horror

Nurse x prison inmates, harem

17. Who Done It?

By Catsitta (15k) complete

Mafia Sans, Mafia Red, Mafia Edge, Reader (barista)

Mafia!Kustard, mystery, Sans x Sans

18. Cave Bear

By Llama_Goddess (35k)

Reader, Horrorfell Sans, Horrorfell Papyrus

Fall into underground, daily grind

Note: dark themes

Related one shot

19. Just Buisness

Catsitta (37k)

Sans, Red

Single parent struggle, sugar daddy red

Sans x Sans (debatable)

Note: dark themes

20. Burn Me Down

By Gypsum Lilac (22k)

Edge, Reader

Fast food domestic, mental health

21. Storm

By Nilchance

Horror, Sticks (Farmtale Sans)

Hurt/comfort, Sans x Sans

Note: smut

22. The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

Sans, Horror, Blue, Reader (ex soldier)

Animal instincts, harem, kink

Note: smut

23. Little Red

By Spectroscope (53k)

@/spectascopes

Human!SwapPaps, Human!SwapSans, OC bittybones

Bittybones, trauma recovery

24. Firsts and Seconds

by Skerb (103k)

Sticks (Farmtale Sans), Bitey/Buddy (Horrortale Sans)

Injury recovery, strangers to lovers, Sans x Sans

25. Starry Eyed

By nilchance (90k)

Sans, Red, Edge, Stretch, Gaster (AI)

Prison recovery, soulmates, pirates, outer space, Sans x Sans, Stretch x Edge, Red x Edge

Note: dark themes, occasional smut

26. AVA

By Inyahs (356k)

Anomaly OC, bittybones oc, UTMV ensemble

~ Wise crack hermit goes on adventure with grumpy insomniac bitty~

From @undertale-museum

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