#fellswap drabble

[savi-our]

The Lull of the Night - Mutt x Reader 🌹

☕Heya! So this is for the poll I did a few days ago.☕ Now the drabble did end up turning into a one-shot along the way so I hope you'll forgive me for that. Its also probably not my best work, I did half of it whilst half asleep (fitting perhaps...) but yeah I hope you guys like it regardless - I've been meaning to write a soft and fluffy Mutt drabble for a while now and this was a perfect chance so I couldn't pass it up :)

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It was another cold night, stormy and daunting in the ominous flash of the lightning. You sighed silently to yourself, staring out the window of your house in the deep quiet, watching water droplets gather and fall upon the glass panes. You had settled on the windowsill, leaning back in thought as you stared at the gathering black clouds beyond the glass, mind drifting off in thought.

A silent knock at your door had your gaze shift to the darkest point in the room, you had left the lights off, not wanting to disturb your temporary guests and make them worry. Well, maybe not worry, you couldn't see Black coming to check in with you - stubborn as he was, so it could be only one other to come looking for your company.

“It's open.” Your voice was soft, dulled by the storm outside and it took a moment for the door to hesitantly open. 

There he was, tall and looming, shadowed by the darkness - only his bright eye lights slightly illuminating the small corner of your room.

“you're up?” He asked, his voice hoarse, more so than usual - probably due to the late hour in which he had decided to pay his impromptu visit.

“Mhm.” You affirmed and watched as he stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. You watched as he approached, almost awkwardly, brushing the back of his neck with his clawed fingers.

“Something wrong?” you asked him, tilting your head in curiosity, watching as another strike of lightning lit up the room, letting you catch a brief glance at the pale face of the skeleton.

“nah jus’…” he trailed off, his dark orange gaze trailed over you, settling to a point past your shoulder. “checkin in i guess…”

“Just checking in?” you repeated, brow raising in question. “At 1am?” 

He huffed, almost in amusement at how ridiculous his own words had sounded before he plopped himself down on your unmade bed, still warm from when the lighting had woken you up moments prior.

“still not used to it y’know…” he spoke after a moment of silence, the mood in the room almost intimate within his quiet admission.

“The weather?” You asked and he hummed in confirmation.

He let a moment pass before he started shuffling with the pockets of his sweatpants, the ones he always wore to bed, searching for something. You watched in idle curiosity as he pulled out a dog treat out of his pocket and pulled it between his sharp teeth.

You rose from your spot then, limbs still slightly lethargic from sleep as you trailed slow steps over to him. He looked up at you, hands stopping in place.

You looked down at him, trying to see what the shadows hid so expertly - his sharp golden tooth, the scarred side of his face, the piercing pair of eyes which looked at you so attentively. Always attentively, always filled with an emotion that you've only recently come to know and recognize. You knew, you knew he tried to hide it, tried to stomp it down, but it was obvious. Obvious in the way he looked at you, in the way he leaned into your touch, in the way he sought out your company.

Even now he gazed up at you, his eyes sharp but soft around the edges, trying to hide, trying to disguise the feelings in his expression. You could tell.

You raised your hand and with light fingers you trailed a line below his eye, the glow of it intensifying at the contact.

“what’re you….?” he trailed off, his voice unusually quiet, guarded almost before the softness of your touch. You hummed, trailing your hand down the edge of one of his scars and listened as the lull of the room was broken by his silent inhale.

“You shouldn't smoke before bed.” You said quietly, distracted by the sight of him, even within his imperfections, his jagged scars, his sharp edges, he seemed so… alive. Ironic perhaps, considering the monster before you was indeed a skeleton. 

Your hand landed on his dog treat, lifting it away from his teeth with a light pull of your fingers. He didn't seem to mind, still staring at you with a scalding intensity, a disarming heat to those impossibly bright pools of magic that seemed so intent on drawing you in as of late. 

“It's bad for you.” You finished and the silence settled.

A moment passed, just the two of you in the comforting darkness, staring at each other in the muffled sound of the rain.

“‘ts not actual smoke” he rasped silently.

“It leaves a smell.” you responded softly.

“you tellin me i smell?”

“Maybe”

“…”

He let out an amused huff, shaking his head slightly as he finally broke eye contact. You smiled at him, happy to see him more at ease than before he came here. Another moment of silence passed and the sound of thunder drew your gaze back towards the window. You stared at it idly, mind drifting, still tired from the late hour of the night. You could feel your impromptu companion turn his gaze back toward you, but you didn't mind. You let him look, pretending to not notice just as you often did. 

The sound of shuffling sheets is what drew you out of your haze, and as your sleepy thoughts caught up to you, you looked towards your bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, humor in your tone as you looked at Mutt, dragging the length of his body over towards your pillow, lifting your blankets with a lazy hand as he pulled them on top of himself.

He grunted as he laid down with a heavy thump, the bed slightly creaking under the weight of him as he face planted into your pillow. You stared at him with a smile on your lips, watching as he settled, long limbs sprawled out across the corners of your entire bed.

“yours’ comfier” he responded after a while, voice muffled from where his face was still hidden by your pillow and you snorted at his antics.

“Sure it is.” You commented idly, slight sarcasm to your tone as you heard him hum in response. 

You moved, resting your weight on one of the free corners of your bed as you sat down, still looking at the tall skeleton in your bed, watching as his legs slightly dangled off the end of it. 

Another moment passed before you heard him inhale and then shuffle behind you- you snapped to attention as along arm encircled your middle and your eyes widened as you watched Mutt latch onto your waist, the weight of his arm in your lap, the palm of his hand gently holding onto the hem of your shirt.

“…’ts late.” He commented over your shoulder, his hoarse voice low in your ear and the sound of it made you shiver - not expecting the sudden contact.

You hummed in acknowledgement and another moment passed before the weight of his hand slightly moved, gently pushing you back towards him. It was almost an invitation, the hold would be easy to break, easy to refuse, but as you turned your head to meet his eyes they held nothing but gentleness. His gaze was lidded, soft in the way they looked at you, a slight tint of a timid nervousness unusual to him glinted in the deep orange.

“c’mere…” he spoke softly, lifting the corner of the blankets in invitation with his hand, his other still around you, pulling you gently closer. Your heart warmed at the sight, this was a first, the gesture would have made you nervous considering how he usually was - teasing and filled with flirty gestures, but this seemed different, softer, closer somehow.

You lifted the heels of your feet up and onto the bed and smiled at the way he immediately pulled you into his hold, almost as if he worried you'd change your mind if he were not fast enough. He wrapped his long arms around you, pushing the blankets over you both as he pulled you against his chest.

You let out an amused huff as he settled, a low and rumbly sound coming from his chest as he pushed his nose into the crown of your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a content sigh as his grip on you tightened. 

“Comfy?” You asked teasingly, placing a tentative arm around him, he amended your hesitance as he clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your arm and placing it firmly around his ribs, as if urging you to hold him properly.

He hummed, squeezing you to his side in response to your question and you couldn't help but chuckle. He was sweet when he was tired or so it seemed, an unexpected contrast to how he usually was, but you didn't mind, it was nice, more than nice.

Mutt felt safe, even with the raging storm outside, even with his big sharp teeth and unrelenting gaze, and as his sharp fingers trailed circles on your back you couldn't help but want for more, more of him, more of these shared soft moments in the dark. 

Perhaps one day you would find the courage to ask, to confess to those timid and skittering feelings in the pit of your stomach whenever he was close, whenever he teased you playfully, whenever he looked at you as if you had hung every individual star in the sky purely for him.

One day perhaps, but for now this was enough, his warmth, his touch, his obvious want of you was enough. For now you'd enjoy it, drifting off to sleep with the calming sound of his soul thrumming against his ribcage, just for you, only for you.

[anxiousapparition]

Hey hey!! This is based off the poll i did a couple days ago on whether y’all would be interested in seeing snippets of my old WIPS, and majority rules!!

This is a part of the single chapter I have written for this idea where MC is a mage but literally nobody knows and they just start hanging out after Rus (SF Red) meets them (cough gets his shit rocked cough cough) So enjoy!!

Rus (POV)

For who knows how long I wandered around and followed the cries of Edge’s cat, and it only seemed that she’d let me get just barely close enough before sprinting away again. I was still a little bit freaked out and on edge with the whole singing and weird moon thing but at this point I was tired enough to just leave the damn feline outside for someone else (probably Red) to find.

I was starting to lose my cool when I stepped on a branch and it snapped, I was so paranoid I felt like I was in stripes again, whatever was in here was making my soul go haywire. Sniffing the air again I noticed that the smell of smoke and Frankincense was gone, instead it was replaced by something…organic? It was hard to describe since it melded so well to the natural scent of the earth but it was sweeter, like moss or a freshly rained field covered in wildflowers.

My skull felt like it was spinning the longer I focused on it and it was kind of my fault when I didn’t realize I was following the smell down an overgrown footpath.

Well.

I didn’t realize until I was fucking clocked in the face and fell onto my ass.

Sigh. Such is the woe of existing I guess.

I groan and hold my mouth shut as I feel marrow trickle down the small crack that formed on my nasal ridge. It didn’t have any intent to hurt, more like just the intent to push me away but it still hurt like a bitch even if it barely touched my HP.

“Oh stars! I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here! I was just following a cat a-and you startled me so much! Are you alright?!”

My sockets snap open at the panicked and worried voice standing over me, finally noticing I had been pulled up into a sitting position as this stranger inspected my injury. God, I must have looked stupid gawking at them, they were fucking gorgeous and I knew for a fact my jaw was slack open while I tried to respond.

Was I dead? Did I fall off a cliff and now I was in heaven? The throbbing in my skull told me no but the beautiful angel in front of me that made my soul race like a schoolboy told me yes.

“Fuck, seriously are you okay?” Your voice softened realizing his shocked expression, putting your hand against his head to look at the small crack properly.

You were a little worried about their lack of a coherent response, silently praying you didn’t just give a stranger a concussion. Can skeletons get a concussion? Agh! Focus!

With a tight lipped hum you looked around to find some other path in the woods, maybe they were some drunk that wandered up here and needed help getting back home. It seemed logical enough except they didn’t smell like booze. Something soft bumped against your wrist in the form of your fuzzy friend you had been following. The little black cat meowed and began circling you two only to sit just a little ways off the footpath into a separate clearing in the woods. Squinting your eyes a little you didn’t find much through the dense trees but the cat seemed more than happy to lead you somewhere else.

Pursing your lips you looked at the skeleton again and smiled.

“What’s your name?”

Their jaw finally clicked shut and the orange lights in their sockets turned sharp and went to focus on your face.

“R-Rus…”

[absent-enigma]

fellswap!Red Papyrus x reader platonic?- djdhsh

Akshdjakd yes! This was fun. So this is my interpretation of that au. Just going with Papyrus for the name so I don’t mix myself up au-wise. Enjoy the random track it went while editing (don’t think I need a read more?)

-x-

You stood in the doorway, peering into the dark.

“ya got the goods?” Red eye lights blazed out from the darkness. “‘cause if ya don’t, turn around an’ get outta here.”

“Why are you like this?” You sighed, revealing a bag in one hand and a container with four drinks in the other. “Now turn on the lights, asshole.”

“nah. and I ain’t got one, darlin’.”

“Smartass.” You grumbled, as your soul was caught by blue magic and carried into the darkness of the living room to be unceremoniously dropped onto a certain idiot’s bony lap.

“hey, an upgrade.” The bag of food is tossed, presumably onto the coffee table. “still don’t got an ass, though.”

“Why exactly am I helping you with this again?” You rolled your eyes over an empty bottle hitting the light switch on. You turn your head to see Papyrus lounging back into the sofa with a shit eating grin, light reflecting off his golden tooth. “Well?”

“easy.” A wicked glint appeared in those eye lights, full of mischief, hoodie haphazardly tossed on, as if it’d recently been on the floor. “it’s cause you’re the friend who enables me.”

“Why are we friends again?” You half lament, half tease

“c’mon, this’ll be fun! i ain’t passin’ up on such a hilarious ‘trend’. Papyrus indicated the purple colored shakes. “yer helpin’ me out here. all ya gotta do is film me and then watch me edit a fucked up skit. it’ll be a great time.”

“Until Sans sees the video.”

“psh. not my problem if he can’t take a joke.”

Hours later, Sans was shouting at the two of you over the video while chilling on the sofa together. Papyrus grinned wolfishly while covered skull to feet in purple colored milkshake. Sans’ anger hid the stark terror of seeing his brother lifelessly hanging over a set of monkey bars in a seemingly abandoned park at night after ‘drinking’ the purple shakes.

[dark-ocean-blue]

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My name is Tyre, and this will be a mainly yandere ask blog! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

But I’m still chill with normal stuff

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1) ── .✦ ASK RULES ⊹₊⟡⋆

- Only four characters PER REQUEST

- Try to be specific!, I can't write without any suggestions for the life of me

-The more characters you ask for, the longer it takes for the ask to get done

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Mafiatale (au’s)

Underfell

Undertale

Underswap

Swapfell

Fellswap

Horrortale

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(All of this can be platonic or romantic)

- Short Drabbles!

- One shots with maybe sequels

- Yandere

- violence (depends on what asked)

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- suggestive

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- S/A or any kind of that

- Any sort of cest

- Pedophilia/necrophilia

- Morally wrong shit

-NSFW (for now i just don’t feel like writing it)

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Masterlist #01

AAAANDD that’s really it for now! Thank you for reading, I look forward to your asks. (๑>◡<๑)

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ [NEW] INTRODUCTION + REQUEST GUIDELINES

[NEW] MASTERLIST

Link to old introduction post [note: outdated HELP.] + Link to old masterlist

➜ My name is RAWBIN, or Robin ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

➜ This is a sideblog for Undertale, but you can follow me on my main if you want to !

➜ 19 y/o, not interested in smut but NSFW is fine !

➜ I prefer if you use the same pronouns for me as you'd use for yourself !

˚₊ · »-♡→ More info below the cut !! (,,>ヮ<,,)!

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ REQUEST GUIDELINES ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ I take requests for headcanons, short fics/drabbles, and art. I'm also open to just discussing your thoughts, so feel free to just say whatever's on your mind so long as it's related to Undertale ! Do specify what you want me to write when sending me a request, please.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Character limit is 2 characters per request. If you ask for more, I will choose myself who to write for out of the characters requested. I know that’s very little, but I will get overwhelmed if there’s more and never get around to finishing it otherwise 💔 Send in a second request with the exact same guidelines if you want more characters, chances are I might respond to both !! This just breaks it up into more manageable chunks for me :-)

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ My requests are always open, but it may take me a while to respond ! Don't be disheartened if you need to wait. (I'm currently working on literally 2+ year old requests, I mean it lol)

╭──────────.★..─╮ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ╰─..★.──────────╯

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ I still only write for Sans and Papyrus. I'm willing to draw all other characters from Undertale though ! The AUs I write for are:

➜ Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Fellswap, Horrortale.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ All of them have nicknames as shorthand + tag organisation, but I will mostly refer to them as Sans/Papyrus within the writing itself.

➜ UT Sans: Vanilla, UT Papyrus: Cinnamon. US Sans: Blue, US Papyrus: Stretch. UF Sans: Red, UF Papyrus: Boss. FS Sans: Mal, FS Papyrus: Rus. HT Sans: Dusk, HT Papyrus: Dawn.

➜ My favourites to write for are Vanilla, Cinnamon, Boss and Mal !! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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➜ Sans/Papyrus x Reader

➜ Fluff, angst, light NSFW

➜ I don't mind violence, gore or major character death

➜ Romantic and/or platonic hcs (queerplatonic too !)

➜ LGBTQ+ related stuff

➜ Yandere hcs

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ WHAT I WON'T DO ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧

➜ Character x Character ships (excluding Undyne x Alphys)

➜ If you want OC x Character, commission me

➜ Any "-cest" ships. Do not mention fontcest to me. I will burn you at the stake.

➜ Heavy smut

➜ Anything involving racism (I'm white, not my place to speak)

➜ Oddly specific, but nothing about reader being shy or easily flustered. Not my cup of tea.

➜ Needlessly gendered reader. All my readers will be gender neutral, unless gender is integral to the story. (Example: trans reader.)

➜ Anything involving rape or pedophilia.

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[ensi-undertale]

Hey!

Seems you've found my blog. Welcome~

Find my ask rules, links, fics, tags and more here!

About me

My name's Ensi, I'm from the UK, in my mid-20s, and apparently spend my free time writing convoluted Undertale whump. I'm disability and LGBT friendly, also being disabled and bi myself... so feel free to include these topics in asks. On that note, I love to get asks and am really open to sharing more of my lore with you via imagines and headcanon type asks

I am an unabashed Fellswap Gold stan. I love pretty much all the main AUs, and anything angsty or dramatic. I do occasionally go on an outcode fic reading spree, but you should definitely expect more of the main AUs here!

Asks

Open.

For headcanon asks, imagines, and general fic questions.

I won't do... anything overly explicit. Other that I'm pretty chill when it comes to topics.

I wont necessarily answer all asks in chronological order. I'll do them mostly in order and flit between shorter or longer asks depending on the time I have and what takes my fancy that day!

Click here to see the boys you can send in asks for!

My Fics

Dead Man Walking - AO3 link - Mature - Multi AU

Great. You’re doing 30 years for a crime you didn’t commit, the prison guards are trying to kill you, and now your face graces TV sets across the country. It’s a good job you’ve made friends with some skeleton inmates… although some of them feel like a bigger threat than anything the prison can throw at you.

You have no idea how deep this goes.

But, he’ll make sure you find out. It’s his stage after all. He is the puppet-master, the puppet, the judge, the jury, and the executioner.

A fic featuring canon Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale, Swapfell Purple, Fellswap, Fellswap Gold.

Omnipotent - AO3 link - Mature - My own setting / AU 'Ubiquitale'

The underground is divided, gripped by an invisible war between Humans and Monsters. The Humans have turned to chemical warfare to silently, and violently, pick off the Monsters one-by-one.

Lieutenant Sans of the Royal Guard did his best to protect his younger brother. To teach him that no-one can be trusted, and that danger lurks around every corner. Too bad for Sans then, that Papyrus is a skeleton who wants better for the world.

This is, currently, a collection of one-shots / drabbles set in a world similar to FSG / some Swapfell settings, but where the Humans are actively engaging in one-sided, chemical warfare against the Monsters.

Worldbuilding

As DMW progresses, we can put things like friendship charts and reference sheets here.

Tags

#ensi's fics

#ensi's imagines (headcanon and imagine asks)

#ensi's unclassifiable posts breach containment (misc posts)

#dead man walking

#ubiquitale

[pelvispardnersincrime]

🔞 Spicy Ahead! 🔞

You need to be 18 or older and must have your age in your bio, otherwise I will block!

General sfw is over on @kiokodoodles where you can check out my art and characters! Please stick with the following characters when asking!

[List of Characters Post]

I also have sonas included but I'm not so comfortable answering nsfw asks about them. I may post some art and drabbles of them and some characters, depending on my level of comfort.

Rules

1. Please stick to the list of characters on the list! I may add more characters later in the future, but I generally stick with the following: Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, Fellswap, Horrortale and my Cyberpunk AU

2. Do not ask for "author's/artist's choice" as that's not helpful to me. If you don't know the character's name, you can say something like "Swap Papyrus" or "UF Papyrus" and I'll understand.

3. If needed, content warnings will be seen before the read more line. You are responsible for your online experience, so proceed only with what you feel comfortable with

4. I'm not comfortable with writing/drawing gore, yandere, rape/non-con/dubious consent, incest and selfcest.

5. Please keep in mind that I will only answer x reader asks and not character x character asks.

6. I have the right to refuse and don't need to explain why something makes me uncomfortable.

[evening-in-a-reflection]

Cross posted on Ao3

A Bitty Drabble Series

- || Chapter I -

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- || Summary -

A series about you and your bitties.

Redoul was your first bitty. He was an unknown kind of Fell bitty that ended up being sold to a bitty fighting ring when he was still young. He was able to escape with the help from his cellmate and his cell’s neighbor, who helped him sneak out and run away.

Redoul, who’s life was saved by you, ended up falling in love with you... and you accepted those feelings and returned them.

...But as the story goes on, you eventually find and meet those old friends of his, and they become just as important to you as Redoul is.

Of course, you don’t stop at just your three LV ridden bitties, and take in more as time goes on.

...Although, none of your more recent bitties have quite the same amount of LV as your first three do, and they might just be a little scared of the trio at first, but with time they do get along and eventually do find comfort in one another.

     Sunlight shone through your windows, sending soft rays across your sleeping form. The chirps and whistles of birds ring through the air, announcing the arrival of the sun to any and all who are listening…

     “…Ma Chère, It Is Time To Get Up.” You heard a deep but soft voice speak from above you, a small hand placing itself on your forehead, brushing away any stray hairs that may have been there.

     “Mmmh… good morning, Redoul.” You muttered out tiredly, your eyes blinking open slowly.

     In front of you was a bitty, standing atop one of your pillows. He looked like some of the Sans bitties of the Fellswap AUs, but didn’t look quite like any one of them exactly. He stood at about 9”, a rather tall height for a Sans bitty, and wore a long dark scarlet scarf that nearly reached his feet. The scarf was filled with tatters, and the ends looked almost washed out, but the scarf was well taken care of and clearly loved.

     This was Redoul, your bitty, and you weren’t quite sure what kind of bitty he was.

     You see, there are many different kinds of bitties.

     From the original bitties, the Undertale Brothers, to things like the lamia bitties, which are from all different kinds of AUs. Ah—speaking of AUs, the Alternative Universes, or AUs, was how the company and its customers would refer to the different branches of bitties.

     The bitties could either be artificially made, which was how they were originally made—to naturally made, between two bitty parents.

     Oh, and um, bitties don’t, y’know, reproduce the same way that humans and monsters do. Bitties reproduce by manually combining their magic into making a new bitty soul. Since bitties are already artificially made, it’s rather easy for them to use their magic in this way to do this. One of the parents would house the still growing soul inside their body until the soul was strong enough to form itself a body with its magic. Both parents would need to stay near each other for the still growing soul to absorb its parents’ magic, at least until it can start using its own magic. Although, in the case of Lamias, the soul will stay inside of an egg, instead of the body of one of its parents.

     (…The whole process of bitty reproduction is honestly more complicated than this, so this is mostly just a summarization, but you digress.)

     Usually, no matter the type of bitty the parents were or what AU they were from, the child or children would end up being more or less a copy of either one parent or the other. The bitties’ genes were not made to mix, so that when a baby was born they would already be a part of one AU or another.

     However, sometimes odd things would happen when two bitties had children together.

     These “odd things” were how the Swapfell AU was made…

…Then the Fellswap AU… To then the Fellswap Gold AU… which then had made the company rename the last two Fellswap AUs to Fellswap Violet and Fellswap Red respectively…

     …For whatever reason, it seemed that when an Underswap bitty and an Underfell bitty had children together, there was a very, very small chance of their genes mixing and accidentally making a whole new branch of bitty.

     This is what happened to Redoul, who was born as a “new” Fell type. But even then, he was considered an oddity among the already “odd things.”

      Born to a Baby Blue and a Mamba (Mambas being the Fellswap Sans of the lamia bittys), Redoul was soon found to be a completely new type of “odd thing” that hadn’t been seen before. The odd things that would usually happen had only ever occurred when an Underswap bitty and an Underfell bitty had children together. Never before had the odd thing happened outside of a pairing between those two AUs—of course, an Underswap bitty was still involved, but apparently that didn’t matter, since the other parent wasn’t an Underfell bitty. So when Redoul was born he was an entirely new case of odd things.

     He was neither an Underswap bitty or a Lamia bitty of any kind. He looked like a standard skeleton bitty—likely the Sans of his newly made branch. Which is unsurprising, considering his parents were the Sans’ of their respective AUs.

     What was especially odd, though, was the fact that, despite not being a Lamia, he had still inherited his Lamia parent’s venom. So he was a “normal” bitty with a venomous bite.

     …Unfortunately for Redoul, the owner of the bitty store he was born in had connections to a more than unsavory organization…

     …A fighting ring, and one that specialized in showcasing their bitty “members” .

     …And so, he was sold to a bitty ring soon after he was born; all for being a new branch of bitty—a one of a kind “item”…

     “Ma Chère.”

     Your thoughts stop in their tracks, and you look back to Redoul—your mate.

     “Yes?” You ask softly.

     “…” He stared at you silently, knowing exactly what you were thinking just now. “…Stop That Train Of Thought. You Don’t Need To Upset Yourself So Early In The Morning—Or Ever, For That Matter. Now, It’s Time To Get Up. You Need To Get Ready For The Day, And I Will Not Be Having You Lazing About In Your Bed All Day!”

     You laugh softly, watching as he moves from your pillow to your nightstand with a familiar ease, going to where he keeps his clothes to get dressed. You move to sit and stand up and begin to follow your mate’s lead, sparing a glance out the window to look at the rising sun peaking through the trees. The light bathed the room in a warm glow, soaking into your skin and shaking off any daze left over from your sleep. With a stretch and one final yawn, you make your way towards your closest to change out of your night clothes.

     You softly hum a song, one you can’t remember the name of, as you prepare breakfast with Redoul, focusing on the pancakes cooking on the skillet in front of you. Some of the pancakes were made significantly smaller for your little mate. Of course, they were still comically large in comparison to him, but bitties needed to eat quite a lot despite their small size, so the prepositions were about right.

     Redoul was working on making some scrambled eggs for the two of you in a small pan—a pan that was honestly too big for someone his size to use reasonably, but both of you were quite used to this routine and his skill in your kitchen has vastly improved ever since you first started cooking together… not to mention the fact that he was very strong even without his magic, and was easily able to move many objects several times his weight without breaking a sweat, so the size of the pan wasn’t much of an obstacle in that aspect.

     Flipping the last of the pancakes, you grab two cups to pour yourself and Redoul a drink to go with your breakfast—with one of the cups being appropriately sized for your bitty mate. Filling them with your drinks you set them on the table and quickly return to your pancakes, checking them to see if they’re ready.

     Seeing that they would need a few more minutes until they are done, you leave them be and set down your spatula. At your side, Redoul appears with the pan of scrambled eggs and carefully disburses the appropriate amount of eggs onto your respective plates.

     “Thank you, love.” You say as he places the pan back on the stove, off of the still hot burner to let it cool before either of you would put it in the sink.

     He swiftly walked around the skillet to stand near the fridge, turning back to face you, and spoke. “Do Not Waste Your Thanks, Something As Simple As Making Eggs Is Nothing I Cannot Handle—Now, If You Would Open The Fridge For Me, I Need To Get The Berries.” He waited with his hands on his hips; he tried to brush it off, but you could see a small twinge of crimson decorating his cheekbones. Praise and thanks have long since been a weakness of his that he refused to acknowledge and often denied, but you could still see the effects it had on him.

     With a small hum you lean forward and kiss him gently on his skull, then move to open the fridge for him.

     “There you are, and if you’d like, you could get the lemons out for me to cut and I could make us some lemon water.” You say, watching as the crimson on his face grows deeper in color—and if your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you, you’re pretty sure you just saw his brow twitch.

     Holding back a giggle, you watch as he twitches once again, likely trying to fight back his blush.

“THANK YOU.” He jumps down onto the floor and climbs into the fridge, opening the drawer where the berries are.

     Swallowing your laugh back down your throat, you turn to your pancakes and pull them off the skillet. He always gets loud when he’s flustered.

      ‘He’s so cute~’

     “I AM NOT!” 

     “Oh I said that out loud.”

     He growled. “Yes. Yes You Did…”

     “Well, if I’m going to be saying things out loud,” you place your last pancake down onto your plate, “I guess I should just say that I love you. So. I love you, Redoul.”

     “…I Love You Too, Ma Chère.”

     You walk around town with Redoul on your shoulder, the two of you enjoying the nice weather. You chat idly with your mate, all but wandering around the little town as you converse and look around.

     You have been to almost every corner and alley that the town had to offer on your little outings with Redoul—although, to be honest your “outings” with him were all but your thinly disguised dates. Unfortunately, most people still didn’t acknowledge bitties as actual people, so openly going on dates with him were going to be off of the table until further notice, if only for your own comfort in public.

     But it’s not like you’ve hid it from everyone in town. One of… or, more like the only person in town who knew of your relationship with Redoul was Allira, your best friend. Who not only knew of it, but actively supported it.

     …In fact, she was the first person you went to when you had started to gain feelings for him. You needed someone to vent to, to get your thoughts and feelings out, and to essentially hang up your heart to air out—to give it a break.

     It was at a time before either you or Redoul had confessed to each other, when you had started to suspect his feelings for you. You have always been rather perceptive; picking up on the little details and having the ability to put the pieces together and figure out an answer or a possibility. So when Redoul started acting differently than from how he did before set off flags in your brain.

     It honestly didn’t take you long to become nearly certain that he had romantic feelings for you. With the red (very red) faces, roundabout helpfulness and affection of a rather tsundere attitude, and an overall gentleness that just wasn’t there before, it wasn’t hard for you to figure it out.

     Of course, you were still nervous— concerned . When you had started to piece things together, your feelings for him weren’t actually that strong at the time. You were fond of him and cared for him dearly, but you harbored hardly any actual romantic feelings for him—if any at all.

     It almost scared you. You didn’t want to hurt him, he had already been through so much, and you didn’t want to be the one to add heartbreak onto the long list of unfortunate things that had happened to him.

     And so, you took refuge at Allira’s little flower shop for a few hours, and vented out all of your fears and feelings to her.

     She had listened silently to your worries, standing behind the counter as you sat at one of the tables she had in case someone just wanted to enjoy the scenery of her shop—of course, you hadn’t been doing much enjoying.

     You felt childish, thinking back on it, and any time it was brought up in conversation between you and her, the two of you would laugh. In the end, after all of your ranting and venting, she didn’t even need to give you any advice or an answer. Because you had come to your own answer.

     You decided you were going to give him a chance, and see if you could cultivate your own feelings into something more for him.

     Turns out that was the best decision of your life.

     You were still grateful to her, even if all she did was listen and watch you verbally sort out your thoughts, feelings, and options. The fact that she listed at all was immensely helpful to you.

     You continued to walk down the street with Redoul on your shoulder, enjoying the warm weather now that winter had passed. You walked by a sign board with various pieces of paper posted to it; some random posters, one or two missing pet signs (how sad, you hope they find their way back home), one random piece of paper with various handwritten jokes on it, a newspaper article—

     You stop in your tracks, and nearly stop breathing as you see one of the headlines.

     “Ma Chère? Are You Alright?” You hear Redoul speak from your shoulder, and vaguely feel him tug on your hair. You shake yourself from your surprise and turn your head to face Redoul, gently cupping your hand around him.

     “Redoul… the article…”

      Breaking News! Bitty Fighting Ring is Broken Up Near the Great Lake Black!

     Redoul looks just as shocked as you are as he stares at the paper, with something almost… hopeful… showing in his expression.

     “Do You Think…?” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, his words trailing off as his grip on you tightened just barely.

     Redoul had escaped from a bitty ring just under a year and a half ago. When you had first met him—on the first snow of an early winter—he had only been free from it all for two days, before he finally collapsed on the road in front of you while you were driving. Bitties need affection to survive. That was part of their charm as “pets” , and if they went too long without it, they would get sick and eventually die if they didn’t get the affection they needed in time. Redoul told you that even in the rings the bitties only received a limited amount of affection, and would usually be paired with another bitty they got along with to sustain themselves. But even then, bitties can only sustain themselves on each other for so long before it’s not enough; only bitties who fought well got to reap the rewards and live another day.

     Redoul was one of the three most popular bitties in the ring, due to him being a new unspecified fell type, and his venomous bite. Ever since he got there he had been brutal and lethal from the very start, fighting to survive for almost as long as he could remember.

     There are times, every once in a while, where Redoul would tell you about the other two bitties that held the spotlight with him. He had been paired with them to keep each other up and running. He got along with them, but he hadn’t called them his friends, or not at first at least. Making friends was something considered almost taboo among the rings, as you never know whether or not you or the other person make it out of your next fight, or worse be paired against each other in a fight. Making friends just wasn’t worth it; it’d kill you more than an actual death would if, or really when, you lost them. Redoul hadn’t called them his friends until well into being under your care.

     One of these two bitties was his cellmate, an Outertale Sans that had somehow made a bit of a name for himself. He was called Cos—short for Cosmic—and apparently, according to Redoul, Outertale bitties often didn’t make it far in the rings due to their more docile nature, unlike any of their more violent fell variants, like Fellswap or just Underfell in general, who were naturally more prone to violence and could (usually) go longer periods of time without needing affection. Outertale bitties were one of the more cuddly AUs, for reasons no one really knew, and tended to need more affection as a result. The fact that Cos lasted so long and could fight so well made him one of the favorites of the ring, next to Redoul and their cell’s neighbor.

     Umbra was the name of his neighbor, and he was, as Redoul had told you, an extremely rare case—rarer than even his own. Umbra was known as the star of the ring, the main attraction, and the most popular bitty out of all of them. And it was, unfortunately, for good reason. That was something both you and Redoul agreed on.

     Umbra was originally a Dream bitty; one of the most docile bitties on the market, and were notoriously known for being extreme pacifists. 

     Umbra—whose name was originally Sun, apparently—had been bought by the head of the ring to be a part of what was supposed to be a brutality show. As Redoul told you, a brutality show was when they would take a weak bitty and pair it up in a fight with someone or something much stronger than them; the fights would often lead to the bitty being practically torn apart in the fight, with the odds always being extremely unfair. Usually when a bitty is brought in they are usually paired with other bitties on their level so that they actually have a chance. But that wasn’t always the case. Sometimes, all the audience wanted to see was a show. Hence the brutality shows.

     Umbra, or Sun, had been paired up against a rather large and very hostile cat, one that was known for starring in brutality shows. However, when the cat was released from its cage and went to attack— He snapped .

     The only way he could describe it, Redoul said, was like passing out for a few seconds. Everything had gone dark, and nobody, not even the audience, could see or hear anything. Then, a few seconds later, the darkness faded, and the audience was shouting in alarm, and all that was left was a dead cat and an unrecognizable bitty covered in black.

      The dream had shattered in fear and absolute hopelessness, and all that was left was a shadow.

     A shadow that merely wept.

     Redoul didn’t like talking about Umbra’s… introduction , and you only ever heard the story once. You can understand why.

     “I—do you think… that they found it…?” Redoul stuttered out, his voice uncharacteristically quite.

     Roughly a year ago, just as the winter ended, you had went to the nearest police station and informed them of Redoul and his background in the ring; you weren’t able to do it sooner, because you had been focusing on healing your new charge and preparing for an unexpected winter—which proved to have been a wise decision, as you had gotten snowed into your house just over a week later. You had been laminating your luck at the time, since you had gotten stuck with a very hostile and very abused bitty that had a very lethal bite and was very not afraid to use it .

     …even if it was one of your most beloved winters you’ve spent thus far.

     Either way, when the snow had finally melted enough for you to make a trip to town, one of the first things you did was make a stop by the police station and inform them of the potential bitty ring that may be nearby.

     The officers were understandably shocked, but thankfully they didn’t deny your statement outright—you weren’t actually sure how competent they were, and you were afraid that they were just going to brush you off, but thankfully your fears were unfounded. Although, with the living proof of the ring sitting right on your shoulder, that may have helped in persuading them into believing you… but that was beside the point.

     And now, a year later, that effort may have finally paid off.

     Your town was the only one that resided nearby the Great Lake Black, near where they found the ring.

     You swallow thickly. “…I think we should make a stop at the rescue center, yeah?”

     “…Yes, I Agree.”

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[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Coffee trips over his paint mug

It’s the tiniest “oh f*ck” you’ve ever heard whispered as the lanky skeleton in front of you stumbles and awkwardly tips over onto the floor. You slap a hand over your mouth and press your lips firmly together. He looks at you from under his black hood with exasperation.

“Stop laughing 🥲”

“Im not. Totally not.”

“Yeah right.”

[savi-our]

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Friend Has Cat-like tendencies

Seagull stealing food (UT Sans, Papyrus, Grillby)

Becoming their friend - s/o (UT Grillby, UF Grillby, SF Papyrus)

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Headcanons on male smol reader with UT Sans UT Pap and UF Sans UF Pap

UT/UF Bros on crush that is usually quiet but rants when excited

S/o curses in another language (UF,US skelebros)

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Introducing Underswap, Fellwap and Underfell!

Introducing Swapfell, Fellswap Gold and Swapfell Mixed!

Thinking about Red...

UF Brothers Falling in Like with you

Red being soft for a pretty little thing in a bar fic chapter - Uf Sans, Ut Grillby

Anti-Harem Mage MC Idea Pt.2 Pt. 3 Pt.4

Undertale skelebros x Crush - Mistletoe special

Thinking about Femme Fatale reader with the boys... The Lull of the Night - Mutt x Reader Drabble

US Sans requirements for a potential partner

UF & FS skeletons kinks and fetishes - NSFW

The way he says 'I love you' without actually saying it - UF Sans

Questions on Ideal Dates, Potential Threesomes and Sleeping around ft. Fellswap brothers

Innocent, Sweet Reader x Syrup, Mutt, Edge

[yuckydraws]

This is the second part of @lordressviper ‘s prize for winning first place in my dtiys contest!! She wanted a Wine/reader where he’s a big prominent designer, and the reader is a smaller, upcoming designer. It’s from his POV, and I hope y’all enjoy!! The reader is gender neutral and unnamed :]

This oneshot correlates with the first part of her prize, which can be found here.

(I also want to thank @kalquinn who gave me the idea for the introduction that sets the scene <3333 ily bro!!)

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Music plays at a pleasant volume as models (humans and monsters alike) strut down the runway, showcasing the work of many aspiring artists. The lights are low, illuminated only by the spotlights on the stage, and the smells of intermingling expensive cologne and perfume wafts around the space - tickling Wine’s nasal ridge as he sits amongst the crowd.

He observes the runway with an air of boredom, legs and arms crossed with a calculative frown as his eye-lights take in the work on the models as they walk by him.

His fashion company puts on these competitions to recruit new designers. He finds promising upcoming local designers, and if they accept the offer, they compete against each other for a chance to rise up in the fashion world - as his company has risen in the ranks as an inclusive monster brand.

Since he selected these designers - and has… personal relationships with some, he is not a part of the judging to avoid bias. That’s left up to some of his most trusted designers whose eye for beauty he respects.

These designs are all… subpar. As though the designers were afraid to take a risk with something too out there.

They’re missing that bit of flair that he’s looking for.

And their portfolios were so promising!

He sighs as another model pivots and makes their way back down the runway. Checking his watch, he notes that it’s nearing its end with disappointment yet anticipation filling him.

And then it happens.

A model emerges wearing a design that has your name all over it.

Colorful, yet not loud, bold and effortlessly elegant all at the same time.

Wine’s frown morphs into an almost smile as he observes more of your designs make their way out on models. Your creativity always astonishes him.

Ever since he’s met you, a small designer who’s lack of confidence tends to be your downfall, he knew you were more than what meets the eye. Shy and polite, yet so very very passionate. It’s that passion that shines through and creates such a vivid piece each time.

He remembers approaching you when scouting for new talent. You were quiet and secluded, not reaching out to any of the other designers there. He might have missed you, if it weren’t for the dashing suit you were pinning together. He’ll never forget the look of awe on your face as you realized who he was, and he found your stammering to be quite cute as well as you gushed about some of his older works.

However, he wasn’t expecting you to excitedly show him a new design the next time he saw you, coming out of your shell as you spoke about your new projects with practical stars in your eyes.

It was then he decided to have his company send you an invitation to this competition.

He enjoyed meeting up with you on the regular, discussing projects with each other, yet also learning more about each other as well. He quickly found himself quite fond of that soft smile of yours… the way your eyes lit up when you made a breakthrough… the way you would slightly lean on him when showing him your sketches… and the way his soulbeat flutters around you.

The crowd, who were previously whispering amongst themselves, seem to hold their breath as your last outfit makes an appearance.

Wine smirks.

You have this competition in the bag.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was right.

Well, he usually is, and he had little doubt, but it was nice to hear your name be called as the winner. He personally handed you your award, smiling as you stood in shock and what he assumed was excitement. The award of course, is just for show which he informed you of. The real prize would start in a few days, with a contract signing you on as one of the company’s designers as well as a tour of your new office, introducing you to the team, etc.

You looked quite shaken at the news… he hopes you’re alright. It is a lot to take in at once. However, he had to manage the party set-up and you had to get ready… so, he stands by the main entrance of the after party, waiting for you to arrive.

He scans the party for you, just in case he’s missed you entering, though he knows it’s unlikely. Models, designers, investors, and VIP members walk about, chatting with one another as they enjoy drinks and catching up… yet you are nowhere to be found.

The plastic around the bouquet of roses he holds as a gift for you crinkles as he moves to check his watch.

It’s ten after, you should be here by now.

You’re never late.

That little inkling that something might be wrong grows stronger.

Wine leans over to his assistant, who stands greeting people as they enter, they lower their guestlist and lean in too, ready to listen to whatever he needs.

“I Am Going To Step Out For A Second.” He whispers. They nod and motion to one of the less crowded doors.

“Go through there, sir. It’ll be quicker.” They mention. He nods in understanding. While it does lead to the parking lot, there’s less people to stop him as he is a very prominent figure in this event.

Wine strides across the room, sadly getting roped into some unavoidable exchanges of pleasantries, but he does make them quick, excusing himself with a promise of being back in a little bit.

He finally makes it outside, taking a breath and composing himself. Panicking will help nothing, he reminds himself as he puts that careful mask up. Surveying the parking lot for faculty members, he finds that your car is still here.

His shoulders relax slightly. So, you’re still here.

That makes this a little easier.

His dress shoes clack on the concrete stairs as he makes his way down them. Sure, you’re most likely inside somewhere, but he has to loop around to the entrance by the dressing rooms, closer to the backstage area anyways - so while you’re probably not out here, he still keeps his sockets peeled for you.

Turns out he doesn’t have to look too hard for you, because as he turns the corner to walk up the other entrance’s stairs he hears sniffling.

His steps slow.

He shifts his weight in a practiced way, quieting his steps as he makes his way closer to the sound.

He makes his way up the steps and peers over the railing, finding your curled up form leaning against the side of the concrete stairs, hidden from sight if it wasn’t for the sound of your soft sobs. Wine frowns, grabbing onto the railing with his free hand as he makes his way back down the stairs, steps no longer concealed as he doesn’t wish to scare you with his sudden approach.

He hears your breath hitch as you hear him coming, hunching in more on yourself in a desperate effort to hide yourself.

“Dear?” He calls as he now stands in front of you. You freeze at hearing his voice. “Are You Alright?” His voice is impossibly soft.

You shake your head, curling your knees up to your chest and burying your face in your arms.

Wine realizes that’s the only answer he’s going to get out of you quickly, and finds his soul beating faster in worry. He carefully lowers himself next to you, not caring if he gets dirt on his suit, as he hesitantly reaches out a comforting hand to rub your back.

He’s never been the best at comforting people… that’s more Coffee’s thing.

But you don’t flinch away from his touch, so he assumes it’s alright. He traces circles onto your shoulder blades as he turns his body towards you.

“What Happened? Are You Hurt-” He’s cut off as he makes an omf sound at you suddenly turning and yanking him into a hug.

He’s stiff at first, as you cling to his dress shirt, but soon relaxes into it, setting down your bouquet, and wrapping his arms securely around you. You bury your face in his chest and he brings a hand up to cradle your head.

“It’s Alright, Dear. I’m Here.” He murmurs into your ear, as you let it all out. Those sweet nothings continue, his smooth low voice is a quiet constant that grounds you.

He has a knack for that.

For, despite not knowing why you’re upset, his simple presence is enough to have your panicking heartbeat easing and your sobs slowing.

He rubs gentle circles on your back, and when your tears come to a stop, he finds his worry growing stronger. He pulls away, his hands moving to cup your cheeks to make you look at him.

“What happened?” Wine asks, his eye-lights searching your expression, his own panic rising a bit at how little he can infer about this situation.

He’s quite a perceptive (and some may say nosy) man, but even his skills have their limits.

Has someone been harassing you? Maybe one of the competition losers? He was sure-

“I’m sorry!” You finally say, averting your gaze as the words spill out of you. “I was stupid! I had no confidence that I-I was going to win this competition, and it’s just so much so fast! I thought I would ha-have to scrape and claw my way up this industry or get stuck being local for the rest of my career! I can’t tell if this is a dream o-or a nightmare! And not only that b-but I made a dumb promise to myself that I never thought I would have to go through with since there was no w-way I would win! But I did! I did! And now I have to-”

“Breathe.” Wine reminds, squishing your cheeks a bit to get your attention and focus back on him. It works and you finally meet his gaze again, your eyes welled with tears.

He mimics taking in a breath with you, one big inhale in, and one big exhale out. He repeats this action with you until your sobs cease, breath only hitching every once and a while.

“Now, I Understand The Pressure And Stress. This Is New To You, And That’s Alright. We Aren’t Just Going To Throw You To The Wolves. I Will Be With You Every Step Of The Way And You’ll Be Working With A Team Of Designers Who Are Just As Passionate About Creating As You Are.” Wine pauses, searching your expression before adding, “Plus, If This Turns Out To Be Too Much For You, You Do Not Have To Accept The Offer. No One Will Force You To.”

“But-” You start, and he can tell by the way your shoulders tense up that you’re about to spiral again, so he interrupts.

“And You Have Time To Think. You Do Not Have To Decide Now. I Can Even Postpone That Meeting Scheduled Tomorrow.” He gives you a hesitant, teasing smile. “I Have That Kind Of Influence, You Know.”

You give him a halfhearted chuckle - but you’re smiling a bit.

“There’s That Smile!” He teases, pinching your cheeks in his hands. You giggle, raising your shoulders and hands to push him away.

His smile grows soft as he lets you push him away playfully.

Your giggles die down as you look up at him with mirth, rubbing your cheeks with your hands with a little sniffle. Wine pulls his handkerchief from his jetted pocket, handing it to you. You blink down at it before taking it thankfully.

“Now,” He starts after you finish blowing your nose. You glance at him to show that you’re listening, but as he continues, he notices the way you tense. “What Was This Promise, And Why Does It Trouble You So?”

You shake your head to yourself as you drop your hands and stare down at your lap.

“Heh, I was hoping you forgot about that…” You mumble, and he tsks.

“I DO NOT FORGET. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW.” He says in his regular volume.

You laugh humorously.

“I’m painfully aware.” You grumble as you bring your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them.

Wine simply waits, content to sit in silence until you break.

It doesn’t take long.

“I’m surprised you don’t know, with all my bumbling around you… but I promised myself that I would tell you that… I… have feelings for you.” You glance at him, and elaborate. “Romantic feelings.”

Wine blinks.

Oh.

Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting.

“I See.” He says, rather lamely. You sigh staring forward into the dark parking lot as if it’ll give you answers.

“... ever since I saw how you listen to my ideas and give me the time of day despite being so high up, I was drawn to you. You got me with that stupid charm of yours. You’re all I think about in quiet moments. As I work on new designs, I always wonder to myself ‘is Wine going to like this one? Will he give me advice? Is this going to impress him?’...”

Wine starts to chuckle, you seem to tense at the sound of it.

“It’s ridiculous, I know. Why would you ever want to be with me? You have it all. I’m just… a nobody who was in the right place at the right time. Stars, this is harder to handle than that competition!” You raise your voice, looking at him furiously, tears once again streaming down your face. “Can you just reject me already so I can move on?!”

Wine frowns at your self-deprecating words. It seems as if you’ve misinterpreted his amusement.

“I Apologize, I-”

“Thank you. See? That’s all. Now I’ll go back to my station, finish crying and we can pretend this didn’t-” You start to get up, your words shaky. Wine places a calming hand on your shoulder, stopping your movements as he gives you a vulnerable look.

“Let Me Finish. Please.”

You settle back down, watching him carefully - teary eyes searching his face.

“I Apologize, I Wasn’t Laughing At Your Feelings… I Shouldn’t Have Laughed At All. I Am Just Stunned. Do You Really Not Know How I Feel For You? I Thought I Was Laying It On Rather Thickly With All my Flirting.” He explains, yet you still seem confused.

“What?”

“I Care For You A Lot, My Dear.” He clarifies. “One Might Say I ‘Like’ You, Though That Word Doesn’t Hold The Weight Of Just How Much I Admire You. Or Of How I’m Often Daydreaming Of Seeing You. Or How I Can’t Get Enough Of Your Lovely Presence.”

You open and close your mouth, many emotions passing over your face as you think, but you land on a hesitant smile.

“I-I… I wasn’t expecting this…” Your voice comes out as a whisper, and Wine reaches for that bouquet of roses, the plastic crinkling as he does so. He presents it to you as his eye-lights soften and dilate.

“I Was.”

The roses are slightly smushed from being on the ground, but they are still just as beautiful.

Gingerly, you take them, bringing them to your face to smell them as best as you can with your now stuffy nose.

“I Knew You Would Win. You Need To Have More Confidence In Yourself.” He reaches and grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking at you with lidded sockets.

“You Are Incredible.” He murmurs as he leans closer, pressing his teeth to your lips in a gentle, brief kiss.

Stars, his soul is beating so fast.

He pulls away and watches your reaction, you stare up at him wide eyed, hugging the roses to your chest with your lips parted in surprise. His teeth quirk up in a small smile.

You’re adorable.

“Come On, My Dear,” He says, standing himself up and brushing his suit off before bending and offering you a clawed hand, “Let’s get you to that party, they must be wondering where we are.”

You gingerly take it, holding the bouquet with one hand as you let him help you up.

With your hands entwined like this, Wine takes the opportunity to bring your hand to his teeth so he can leave a nuzzle on your knuckles. He looks up at you through and smirks at how flustered you seem.

“We’ll Talk More About Us Later, Okay?”

You break out that shy grin of yours as you nod happily, and Wine feels himself blush a bit at the sight of it. He turns away, hiding his face.

“YES, WELL. COME ALONG NOW.” He says as he starts to lead you back inside. He hopes you didn’t see it, but hearing your little giggles, he’s sure you did.

“Your magic is a pretty color. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you.” Your voice has a teasing tone, and Wine huffs as his blush deepens, but he’s smiling.

“HUSH.”

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

How about a small fluffy drabble with Wine? Just something soft and cuddle. Sorry if this is to vague.

"Bliss"

In which Wine only wants you to have the happiest of moments with him.

(Also thank you for requesting this! Hope you liked it since its been a while since I wrote a drabble-)

Word Count: 660

With the tender warmth on his bones, Wine couldn't help but crack open a socket, letting out a small exhale in the process. A bleary red eyelight scanned the room, rays of sunlight pouring in from the blinds and painting the room a heavenly gold with its light. A beautiful sight it was, truly. It was one of the few reasons why he looked forward to waking up every morning.

Well that and..

Careful in his movements, Wine soon adjusted himself so that he was facing you, his beloved. As if you couldn't look anymore lovely, it seemed as though you've proven him wrong time and time again. And perhaps.. This is one of the few instances where he doesn't mind being wrong, really. He didn't need to breathe, but Wine could feel the air get caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you before him.

There you were, lying peacefully beside him. He could feel his soul flutter at how comfortable you looked beside him, entirely trusting him to lay here with you and protect him. His phalanges just barely grazed your shoulder, trailing gently down your arm as he laid there. Small gestures like this were still new to him, but Wine could feel himself growing to appreciate it more and more, it was a nice switch from all the grand acts he would have displayed for you.

Yet.

He hadn't found himself to say those words just yet. It was a simple word, yet it held so much meaning that Wine couldn't forgive himself if he didn't make it right. Or rather, make it memorable. He always wants you to have fond memories of him, to know that your heart felt warm when you think of him and look back on these moments. Filled with nostalgia but without melancholy, he wants you to be happy.

To him, you being happy was all he ever needed to find peace within himself after a life full of nothing but harshness.

He blinked, seemingly snapping out of his thoughts as he noticed his finger now pressed against your jawline. Even deep in his thoughts, Wine couldn't help himself but admire you. The only thing he could hear in the room was the quiet sounds of your breath, your chest moving in tandem with each sound. If you only knew just how divine you looked like this.

As each moment passed, Wine found himself making a decision, one that he was sure he would not regret.

Just as he nodded to himself, he could hear the tender cotton sheets move with your body. Only the best for you, after all. Wine could feel the side of his mouth quirk up when he caught sight of your eyes just barely peeking open to take a look at him. He doesn't answer you immediately when you ask him what he's doing up so early, instead choosing to savour the lovely sound of your voice being the first thing he hears in the morning.

Perhaps... It is time, then.

He was sure of it now... This feeling that resonated in his soul, with no room to doubt it at all.

He pulls you closer to him, brushing your hair back to get a better view of your face. And also to just run his fingers through your hair. "I Can't Start My Day Without My Favorite View Now, Can I?" he says, leaning in as you grow shy of his words. He could already hear how loud your heart was pounding, his cheekbones slowly filling with warmth at the sight of you still being flustered by him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, as tender as could be yet hoping that you still feel all his affections for you, he did want you to know, after all.

"I Love You."

And to Wine, this was indeed one of the most memorable moments of his time being with you. He just hoped you felt the same way, too.

[xiphiawrites]

Russ unironically sends you this picture as a method of asking you out.

You take it as a joke.

He is not joking.

[the-marrionette-strings]

Y/N: Stop it. You’re being an ass. Mutt: I’m your favourite ass. I’m your ✨ favouwite ✨ Y/N: “I’m your favourite ass” is not a sentence I was willing to hear from you today

[dendotdrabbles]

BIG OL MAM ART DUMP

i got hyperfixated on the fic n made a self insert that i then fell in love with. take.

most of these are just unfinished sketches but heres some completed stuff and some concepts

PLEASE. i beg of you. look at the details. i love them.

[alch3mic]

can we get captain and his darling doing something cute together?

“DARLING.”

“Yes my dea-uwaHAHA!”

Sans’ freezing cold, leather gloved hands easily found their way to the back of your neck, making you shriek as your skin quickly prickled under his frozen touch. 

Thankfully the two of you were alone at this snowy gas station way outside of town so no one had to bear witness to your very embarrassing shout, but he nearly made you drop your phone into the gross snow slush that was all over the ground! 

You stood up and pulled away from his icy grasp, slapping a mittened hand over the tingling spot on your neck while glaring at the skeleton. 

“What the hell was that for!” you huffed, stuffing your device in the safety of your jacket as he approached.

“A PUNISHMENT,” he hummed playfully, wiggling his fingers closer to you as you scrunched up in defense. “I TOLD YOU TO KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THE FUEL PUMP AND YET, HERE YOU ARE ON YOUR PHONE.”

“You keep those suggestive hand wiggles to yourself, mister,” you laughed, taking a step back. “And I did keep an eye on it! I stopped it on thirty dollars, just like you said!”

“OH? ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, MY MOST WONDERFUL DARLING DEAREST?”  he challenged, taking a step forward with his hands still at the ready. “BECAUSE I BELIEVE I SEE THIRTY DOLLARS AND TWO CENTS.”

“..Oh my god..”

You saw his hands twitch and you quickly reached out to grasp his wrists, trying to hold back a laugh as he gave a little resistance.

“You cannot be serious! A punishment over two cents!?” you huffed as he took another step forward and brought his face closer to yours.

“TO SAY THERE IS NO VALUE IN THE TWO CENTS MOCKS THE WORTH OF THE WHOLE THIRTY.”

“Don’t-! Spew your smarty-pants bullshit at me-!” you fumbled, still trying to hold on to his wrists to not much avail.

You always wondered where exactly this skeleton seemed to get his strength from, being made of nothing but bones and magic, because try as you might he was easily pushing you back. The only worry in your head now was that the two of you might accidentally knock over his motorcycle in your little lover's tussle, even taking a second to steal a glance in it’s direction to make sure you didn’t hit it.

..Which was a big mistake.

“YOU SHOULD KNOW TO NEVER TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME.”

.....

The low and threatening delivery of that sentence made your skin prick up again, your heart also skipping a beat for just a single moment as your face flushed. That was all the time he needed to roll his wrists and snatch his hands from your grasp.

“W-wait just a second Sa-AAAAHAHA!!”

You didn’t have enough time to react as he snaked his arms around you, easily slipping his hands past your jacket and even your shirt before placing those freezing cold hands on to your lower back, making your whole body break out into fresh goosebumps.

“AAAaaahh! You’re the worst! The absolute worst!” you shouted, trying to hold back your own laugher as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his scarf to muffle your yelling.

“FLATTERY WILL NOT GET YOU OUT OF THIS PUNISHMENT DARLING,” he chuckled, blowing a cold puff of air against your ear making you shriek again.

His cold hands began to warm against your back while he gently peppered the side of your head with soft kisses, reminding you why you loved and also put up with this jerk.