#i think for as long as skeletons are on a prompt list. sans and papyrus will apear in my inktober entries

[ashlynya2-0]

He always wanted to be a head...

Day 6: Skull

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Reports (Part 53)

"Akira," the Manager breathes out, standing up from behind her desk. The former concierge of the Osaka Continental Hotel only stands at attention, her father's katana strapped to her side, her eyes cast down respectfully at the Manager's collar.

"Manager," Akira says quietly. Beside her, you stand, still clad in the red outfit that was given to you, though with white gloves. The skeleton brothers are absent from your side, needing to go report to their new Queen.

The Manager only gives you a quick, relieved glance and then steps forward, placing a hand on Akira's shoulder. "You may shelter here for as long as you need."

Akira bows deeply then, exhaling. "Thank you." "Go rest. You've been through a lot," the Manager's voice is kind and soft, perhaps feeling pity or sympathy for the woman who saw her father cut down in front of her and her hotel destroyed.

You and her watch Akira leave, her shoulders hunched, her back bent. A woman beaten down, but not broken.

"What happened?" the Manager asks you quietly, still looking at the elevator door as it closes.

You close your eyes. "Wanton bloodshed."

"They wanted Wick."

A nod. "Yes."

She growls and folds her arms, stalking to the window to watch as the sun rises beyond the horizon. "First they destroy New York. Then Osaka," she mutters. "What if Wick hadn't been in Osaka, would they still have destroyed it under the guise of hunting him?"

You don't say anything. You cannot. It's a hypothetical to which you have no answer.

But you do have a question. "This suit..."

A soft noise of acknowledgement, but the Manager doesn't turn to face you.

"Did you commission this suit, knowing that it would draw attention to me?" Your voice is soft, but firm.

Silence, then. You wait a heartbeat, two. And then you prompt her again when no answer comes forth. "Did you know that without Misters Sans and Papyrus, I wouldn't be standing before you now?"

Her fists tighten against her sleeves, that much you can see, but little else. "And what would you do if I said yes. To both questions." The Manager likewise pitches her tone low and quiet.

It is your turn to stay silent. You drop your eyes to the desk filled with plans and inventory lists. What would you do indeed. It's not as if you would ever quit. It's not as if you would leave her side.

...Right?

"I have faith in your abilities, my Heart," the Manager finally says. "I knew you would come back to me, one way or another. Even if you were a target. Even if they had turned their focus on you." Even if they had all fallen upon you.

The bruises on your back and thighs throb at her words. Your hands tighten into fists, and it is only through Papyrus' ministrations on the plane that they do not stiffen up as before. It just makes you think - you might have been able to face the Myrmidons in a fight, maybe even take Chidi and his squadron.

But there was no way you would have come out alive had Undyne faced you as she desired. No way that you would have fled the firefight with the extra squadron of High Table soldiers unscathed if Sans hadn't intervened.

"The former Captain of the Royal Guard was there," you say instead of responding to the Manager's words. "Did you know?"

Again, the Manager doesn't look at you. "...I suspected."

"Then you let me walk into a deathtrap without telling me." Your voice is even. Flat. Utterly devoid of emotion.

Sharp, hawk-like eyes turn to you, looking over your impassive expression. "What would that have changed, in the grand scheme of things?" She asks, finally moving to sit back in her chair. "Would you have refused to go to Osaka?"

Something burbles in your chest. Something hot. "No. But it would have changed my plans, my preparation." Unable to restrain the unfamiliar emotion in your chest, you step forward until you're pressing your fingertips against her desk. "Manager, I have served you faithfully for many, many years. I have allowed myself to be wielded as a weapon. But I refuse to be a mindless pawn for you. For anyone."

"I know." Comes the Manager's response.

"Do you?" You shoot back without heat. "Keeping important information and intelligence from me isn't going to convince me that you treat me as anything more than a pawn."

For the first time in a very long while, you see a contrite expression on the Manager's face. Perhaps even a little bit of regret. But she says nothing more, her eyes averted to the side.

So you sigh. Close your eyes. Shove your emotions back down into your chest. "I'm taking a few days to recover." You don't even wait to hear her response before you turn on your heel to summon the elevator.

"Take all the time you need, my Heart," the Manager says quietly, softly.

But you don't turn around, or even react. Into the elevator you go, closing the door behind you without another word to the woman who sits behind her desk, alone in her expansive office.

[battlemaiden13]

Master List 1

Here are links to most of the questions/imagines I’ve answered before. This page is updated constantly and I hope it helps you find what your interested in.

I hope this works 

Asks list 

Skeleton Nicknames If your lost 

Clarification on Syrup and Berry

Mutt Vs Syrup 

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House Next door (or other fanfiction) Specific asks

Thoughts on MC? (As of Hnd Chapter 56, Falling 10, M.A.G.E 5, RTSTZA 5)

HND mc saying “I love you, would you be my boyfriend” (Chapter 55)

The skeletons are just like family to MC (Reaction at chapter 56)

Swimming pool

Pets genders

where the Pets came from 

Pet’s bathroom explained

Doomfanger liking MC more then Edge or Red

What if reader met Berry and Edge First (not Blue and Papyrus) 

Where is HND set? 

Spending time with the skeletons

HND play Among Us

HND in Hogwarts houses 

HND Biggest Fear 

HND Skeletons jobs

HND house blueprints 

HND Kings court if an order was to kiss

HND kings court ordered to twerk 

Finding out about Orange and Syrup’s writing 

God and Goddess high school dating sim in HND

Snipers gift to reader in HND chapter 54

Skeletons rooms

HND brothers interacting with each other 

What would make the HND skeletons cry or get them really angry 

Random Headcanons 

RTSTZA Syrups reaction

RTSTZA have the skeletons encountered any other humans

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Royal s/o Saga

Skeletons Meet their Royal S/o 

Orange and Syrup elaboration

Syrup getting closer to S/o

Princess and the Pauper

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Parent Saga

Skeletons find out they’ve got a human pregnant 

S/o goes into labor early

Child's first word is dad

Taking care of small children

Child is kidnapped

Teaching the kids to deal with bullies

Skeletons as uncles

HT and UF as husbands and dads

Shy Child Trilogy PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

Their child wants them to train them 

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SFW

Headcanons for Undyne and Alphys

Would the Skeletons let a human boss them around? 

Could Humans do Magic?

Explosion scare

Who would be a Food Judge for a cooking contest

Younger brothers first words

Secretly drawing them

How do the skeletons react to you Singing for your food

What would make the boy's Soul glow?

You’re Oblivious

Sans’ personalities cooking skills

You’re ashamed of your Freckles 

Orange and honey food

What does Sniper cook?

S/o is already married PART 1, PART 2

Love Triangle PART 1, PART 2

Cracking bones PART 1, PART 2

Wrong number

Ecto-bodies PART 1, PART 2

Feelings on food trucks

Protective of skeletons brother 

S/o unaffected by the cold

Who would like entertainment venues?

Snippets of Syrup trapping Orange in his sleep

5’1” human physically picking up skeleton

Blue and Red & Berry and Orange Friendship Headcanons

Absentmindedly speak a pun

How they help you through grief

S/o acts as a parental figure towards their own siblings

Sans’ personalities worried about messes attracting bugs

Prank wars

Do the skeletons like hotels or similar things?

S/o is an introvert

Meeting S/o through Frisk/Chara

Clumsy S/o

Crush thinks they might be gay

Glued to skeletons in public 

Favourite tastes in food (Sweet, savory, ect.)

Curvy S/o wears tight clothing

Red with a super affectionate S/o 

S/o makes Red is favourite food to help him after a stressful day at work

s/o is desperate to make Syrup happy

S/o spoils the skeletons

Skeletons befriending a goofy human that tends to stare blankly in random intervals

Ghost Mc headcanons

S/o giggles at everything, even when gravely hurt

S/o dyes their hair but someone says it looks bad

S/o already has a partner but that partner is cheating on them

S/o is basically a walking pharmacy 

Timeline reset/reload before Skeleton met S/o 

Skeletons pretending to be prompts for halloween

Skeletons Feelings on halloween 

#/10 how good are the skeletons at carving pumpkins 

S/o making skeletons favourite food from scratch 

S/o has two very protective guard dogs

S/o is a secret dragon 

Walking in on brother and their s/o being cute 

 s/o having Asperger's/sensory overload?

S/o with a huge scar on their neck from trauma

Vintage Wardrobe 

Lovey dovey drunk

Where the skeletons prefer to live

City slicker S/o prefers small villages 

Overprotective brother

High fives

UF S/o is a professional chef

S/o thinks they are heavy because of something the skeletons said

Combo attacks

Trusting towards humans 

How the skeletons met their respective Undyne and Alphys

card games, computer online/mmos/ mmorpg games, and board games popularity

S/o asks do you want to have a bad time?

S/o who acts like Underfell Papyrus

Doomfanger gets attached to your cats

S/o makes their own custom prosthetics

Who likes Spongebob Squarepants 

Do compliments and praise go to the skeletons head

Who is comfortable walking around without a shirt 

Walking past a sleeping skeleton 

Positivity to cheer up depressed friend

Glomp tackle Friend 

Human bossing them around 

Can humans use magic

S/o gives amazing cuddles

NM, Ink, Dream, Error and Fresh crushing on the enemy 

Planning a Kid’s birthday party

Dream with a Goddess of Balance 

Looney tunes or Animaniacs 

S/o can’t sleep by themselves anymore 

Accidentally ripped skeletons scarf/jacket/bandana

S/o watching christmas movies early

S/o stress cleans from emotional trauma

Skeletons Swimsuits

S/o tells the skeletons they make them feel safe

Skeletons covered in marker

S/o with the same sleep schedule as Orange 

S/o sewed their skeleton a new set of clothing 

What confuse the skeletons about human anatomy 

San’s personalities met the swap version of the fallen child 

S/o acts like a motherly figure 

Orange and Syrup with a S/o with super long hair

Biggest pet peeves

Confused the skeletons when they reached the surface 

S/o never blushes 

S/o has a phobia of doctors and dentists 

Reaction to learning of mosquitos and blood drives 

Growing food 

Syrup drinking maple syrup

Cursed arm 

Bad Argument with S/o

S/o saying they like the skeletons laugh

Karaoke

Skeleton Birthdays 

S/o is easily sunburnt and found passed out in the yard

Classic, Geno, Error, and Fresh, how they act when they are cuddled by their s/o

Neighbour jumps out with a water gun

Which of the skeletons are overprotective 

Mettaton and Napstaton types of actors and musicians 

Do the Skeletons consider themselves professional chefs

MC is a meme lord 

S/o is cold all the time 

Complicated family Tree

Skeletons Favourite bad Movies 

Skeletons as Disney Princesses 

S/o has never been in a relationship 

S/o is suddenly fearful of skeletons 

S/o has an at home daycare

S/o cracking bones 

Grillby Headcannons 

Laughing box in the hand trick

Papyrus and Blue are challenged to a serious rumble 

Would the skeletons let a touch their Ectobody

S/o is expressive in body language 

S/o has tourettes 

Halloween costumes for 2020

Skeletons crush has a crush on their brother 

Do the skeletons need glasses 

Papyrus and Blue cursing 

S/o with an interesting pet

Would Syrup admit he’s a yandere 

The skeletons as Henry VIII wives

Friendship headcannons with a pair of brothers 

Berry and Syrup in a poly relationship 

Dating someone with ADHD

Edge with a Clingy S/o

Syrup with a insecure S/o who craves affection

S/o encounter with a were creature 

Kundere fawning over a pet 

S/o stress bakes 

S/o is very fast with tasks 

[ninvic-art]

Uhh okay so I know I haven’t really been active in the grillster community for a while (I do not control the hyperfixation) but looking through some old stuff I found something I wrote that I never posted, and in honor of grillstertember I thought I’d share it, better late than never :)

I didn’t see anything on @aeris-blue‘s prompt list (sorry for the tag ^^’) that fit this so I’m just posting it now and. That’s it. Godspeed yall ✌️

Grillby bolted upright the moment he woke up, soul beating faster than he ever remembered it doing. But, given the circumstances, maybe he shouldn't rely on his memory just now.

He was so used to weird dreams that, when he first regained consciousness, he thought that's what it was. An odd dream. But it didn't take him long to realize that it wasn't. To feel the presence that had been missing for so long, without him even noticing. And when that thought hit him, the wave of emotions that crashed in his mind was so intense it almost made him choke.

Gaster was back. His Gaster was back.

Grillby had so many questions; he almost couldn't function. Where had he been? Why had he left? How long had he been gone? Why was he back? Where was he? Would he remember everyone? Would he remember him? Would he remember them?

Quicker than he thought he could manage so early, he got up and changed clothes. He attempted to put on his shoes at the same time he went down the stairs of his little apartment, and that almost ended up with him falling face first on the floor.

Without stopping to have breakfast and with his tie still hanging loose, he left the house and took off running down the street, headed for the skeleton household.

When he arrived, he slammed the door opened unceremoniously. He knew he would apologize later, but right now the feeling of urgency was much bigger than a crack on the wall.

The brothers were sitting down at the table, looking worried, like they were discussing something. Well, like they had been discussing something. Right now they were both looking at Grillby with a shock that quickly turned into confusion, which then also faded into understanding. It was kind of creepy how coordinated they were.

After a few seconds of silence, Papyrus spoke up.

"DID... DID YOU REMEMBER HIM TOO?"

The elemental nodded, breathing heavily. The brothers glanced at each other uneasily before looking up again. Grillby wondered if he was missing something or if they were just worried about their older brother.

"Do you know where he is? Have you seen him?" he anxiously asked.

"NO, WE HAVEN'T, BUT... SOME TEENAGERS IN WATERFALL TOLD US THEY SAW HIM LAST NIGHT. SIT DOWN IF YOU'D LIKE, WE'LL TELL YOU WHAT WE KNOW" he said offering the elemental the third chair around the table, which he politely declined. He was sure if he sat down now he would set the furniture on fire.

And so Papyrus, because Sans didn't open his mouth once, narrated to him how a group of teens that were up way past their bed time had seen a figure that after a second they could recognize as the previous Royal Scientist stumble a couple of steps out of a corridor that wasn't supposed to be there, only to immediately take off running towards Hotland. The first people to be notified had been Sans and Papyrus, who woke up suddenly remembering their lost brother. They had checked the labs, but he hadn't gone there; so they could only guess he was in the castle.

"WE DON'T KNOW WHY HE'S THERE. NOR DO WE KNOW HOW... BEING GONE FOR SO LONG COULD HAVE AFFECTED HIM. WE HAVE DECIDED TO WAIT FOR HIM HERE. HE WILL HAVE TO COME AROUND, EVENTUALLY" he looked over at Grillby, who at some point during the explanation had started pacing around the room.

"Okay" he said after a pause. "...could you let me know when he shows up? Please."

"OF COURSE."

"Thank you" he knew the wait was gonna be unbearable, but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Well, I'm... I'm gonna open up the bar, I guess. I'll see you two later. thank you again for telling me."

He left after the pair waved their goodbyes. After walking the short distance to his bar, he sighed, creating a thick cloud of steam.

It was going to be a long day.

He took out his keys and opened the door, stepping inside. As he glanced around, he thought, like every morning, that his bar looked a lot different without all the light and the people in it. And he was the only person that had ever seen it like that.

...no. No he wasn't. Not anymore.

He remembered how, years ago, Gaster had helped him close down the establishment after a long day. He would even sometimes walk him to work in the morning, whenever he stayed the night in Snowdin.

The elemental sighed again. He hadn't been able to realize just how much he missed those nights. Grillby would wait for him while he got out of work and to his house, and then they would watch a movie or just talk about whatever came to mind. He would normally leave after a couple hours, since he would have to get up early the next morning. But... sometimes he would be able to actually stay the night.

The elemental shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

He got to work opening up; turning the lights on and putting the chairs back on the ground.

He was getting the dishes ready for the day and warming up the ovens when he heard a muffled scream. He froze for a second, before dropping everything and bolting for the door. That voice had sounded like Papyrus' and every bit of his being was telling him that he had to go outside.

His excitement and anxiety growing with each step, he finally crossed the door. It took him a moment to locate the skeleton, but when he did he stopped running abruptly.

There he was. There he is.

That was all the elemental could think as he watched the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

The skeleton brothers had left the house seemingly in a rush, but where only a few meters away from it, hugging... hugging Gaster. They were hugging Gaster, his Gaster, he was there, he was right there.

Grillby choked on a sob. He didn't know what to do with himself as he watched. His memory of the skeleton had been so distant that the sigh of him now almost made his knees weak. He had even forgotten how short he was when compared to the other.

At some point, Grillby couldn't tell exactly when, Gaster looked up from his brothers and his gaze found its way up to the elemental's, who, in spite of himself laughed, molten tears running down his face. He couldn't bring himself to do anything besides hold their eye contact as the skeleton started running towards him. He wanted nothing more than to close the distance, but he was sure if he tried to walk his legs wouldn't support him.

And he probably had been right, seeing how, when Gaster finally tackled him they both fell to the ground. They rolled around a couple of times before they stopped, the elemental lying on the floor and Gaster settled on top of him. When the skeleton noticed, thought, he pushed them again so that he was the one lying down. Despite the huge storm of emotions coursing through him, Grillby gave him a questioning look. The skeleton chuckled.

"Oh, you know. I don't want you to hurt your back, with the snow and all that."

Grillby laughed again. He didn't think he'd ever cared less about the snow.

[creative-poptart]

Hi poptart, I was reading your asks and it got me wondering. How would UT and UF boys react to a S/O that took a little while to fully wake up, like, when the alarm goes off they can imediately get up and perform tasks, but ask them something and they will answer with completly made up words, cause their talking skills are still asleep, also they are extremaly reactive and gullible for about two minutes, logic also fast asleep, so whathever situation they wake up to, they will go on with it.

Aww, this is a cute little prompt, but I hope that it doesn’t apply to you in particular! Here we go, guys!

UT Sans/Vanilla: When it first happens while he’s around, Vanilla thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. You’re stumbling around, kind of doing things but not really doing much of anything at the same time. He can hand you a banana, and you think it’s a phone, this is pure gold! He’s going to record at least one or two sessions of this, possibly more if he can manage it and you don’t tell him to stop. Vanilla will purposefully ask you questions that you’ll have stupid answers to, just for a laugh. After you wake up for real, he’s going to show you the video and make sure that you see what you did. If there’s anything other than a happy expression that he gets from your reaction, he’ll delete it later.

“ah, yes, the elusive little human in the house who wants to make breakfast. look, you told me that there were “kings” or something.”

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: At first, this is highly disconcerting, and he’s wondering if there’s some sort of doctor he needs to call. Creampuff will be sitting there, looking at how things are panning out while you’re just speaking nonsense to him. After you explain that it’s nothing life-threatening or wrong, then he learns to roll with the punches easily. You two will have full-blown conversations in the mornings right after you get up, and it could be complete nonsense. Creampuff, however, acts like you’re making perfect sense, responding to your words as if you were actually aware of what you were saying. From the outside looking in, it’s bizarre, but he regards it as an excellent, if not amusing routine.

“AH YES, THIS MORNING YOU WERE TRYING TO TELL ME ALL ABOUT “GIZNERP,” WHATEVER THAT IS. IT WAS QUITE FASCINATING!”

UF Sans/Red: Oh boy, you are in for it now. Any time you start to make these odd little words into a reality, he’s cackling like a madman over what’s going on. Red will be recording each and every single instance that you start to sound like some weirdo on the street, but he does it with love. As you begin to actually wake up, he’s the one who transitions the conversation into the most abnormal. That way, when you do come to full consciousness, you end up being even more confused than ever about what you were saying. Red will deny ever doing such a thing to your face, but his brother will come over and bluntly tell you the truth. In that instance, he’ll confess, but he won’t stop unless you ask him to.

“yeah, ‘n’ y’ had th’ funniest look on yer face too! jus’ sheer panic from not knowin’ what y’ said t’ get t’ that point! hilarious!”

UF Papyrus/Fell: While his brother may be more inclined to crack jokes at your expense, this is not the skeleton to do that. Fell will literally ignore any of the odd ramblings that are coming from your mouth, so long as you’re not quite awake. He won’t ask you any pressing questions that need answers, but he will make sure that you know if you said something odd to him. There’s an impeccable daily log of all the weirdness that you speak, and he just adds to the list. As a gift for your birthday or something similar, he’ll actually give you the written version of your ramblings. Keep in mind, though, that he may use some of your words against you to try and get you to laugh at something if you’re tense or stressed.

“WHAT, ALL I WAS SAYING IS THAT YOUR RENDITION OF THE WORD “OBSTACLE” WAS VERY CUTE! NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!”

Thanks for the ask @agreementtale

[trashtheater101]

Prompts

Been meaning to make this for a while: Free list of skele-prompts! No credit needed (although I’d love to read it if you make one, maybe drop me a note?), and feel free to change ANY of the details or ships. This list is meant to ✧INSPIRE✧ not restrict. 

These are largely old ideas that I realize I’m probably never going to get around to writing myself and thought I’d share. Mostly Papcest, but there’s some left open for Fontcest and Sanscest, and you can always change it up. I probably forgot some, so I’ll add to it as I remember them.

RoyalMoney (Poppy/Cash)

Poppy is a wealthy, and unbearably bored Nigerian prince. Kept safe and sound, a prisoner in the castle by his overprotective brother, Poppy is allowed only limited contact with the guards or servants, and nothing at all with the outside world. When a thief breaks in through his bedroom window (captured easily by the Great Prince Poppy! He’s sheltered, not helpless!), Poppy can't help being intrigued… [His brother can shove it; He’s decided to keep this one.]

Fellcest (Red/Edge)

Red is a scientist. Or at least he used to be. He’s studied the wonders of the universe, tested the limits of time-space, and even broken through the divides between worlds. […none of it compared to learning the way his brother reacts to flirting.]

SpicyHoney (Edge/Stretch(Rus))

Edge is a loyal knight, through and through, and Rus is the true heir to the throne. Edge is determined to protect him no matter the cost. Even now that the kingdom has been overthrown and they were barely able to escape with their lives. Even now that they must keep moving, and live in hiding, lest Rus be captured and executed. Even though Rus is used to being pampered and spoiled, and Edge is the only one left to treat him with the sort of devotion and reverence that a true prince deserves. [Originally a Edge x Anyone, but the pouty, stubborn prince kept morphing into Rus, soooo…]

Edge and Stretch are stuck in a car together for a long trip, and expect to bicker the whole time. Unfortunately 5 minutes in one of them accidentally confesses. Neither are prepared for this, and now the car ride is spent dealing with THIS instead... oh dear… 

Stretch needs to get a physical. Cool, no big, even doctors aren’t sure what to do with a pile of bones, so no point in being embarrassed, and—bonus!—most don’t know how skeleton magic works, so he gets to skip the more invasive stuff. Except—wait—this time his doctor is a skeleton? A really hot skeleton?? And since Stretch is missing so much from his chart, he’s getting a THOROUGH exam??? ...great… [Bonus points for Stretch aggressively flirting to hide his nerves, “w-wow doc. i don’t usually spread my legs before the first date, haha. guess you must be special.”]

SpicyBBQ (Edge/Slim)

Edge’s new lamia is a dominant type, strong, and eager to breed him. But Edge isn’t inclined to submit, and he’s pretty sure he knows exactly how to tame his horny pet. [Succeed or fail, both are tasty~.]

MapleBlossom (Slim/Papyrus)

Slim is the lead singer/guitarist/drummer in an up and coming band. Hanging out at an afterparty of one of his shows, some cute little groupie, or a fan, or whatever, catches his attention when they start chatting him up. Slim is charmed, and while he’s got a pretty firm rule about not fucking the fans, he’s gotta make an exception this time. He’s gonna rock this groupies world. [Except that Papyrus isn’t a groupie. Or a fan. He was just invited along by a friend and thought this stranger might want someone to talk to. But boy is he flattered by all the attention! Is this… flirting?!?] 

SweetMoney (Sugar(HT!Pap)/Cash)

Taking his first ever train trip to the big city, Sugar ends up sitting next to a stranger. Cash seems friendly enough on the ride, but when they get off he refuses to leave??? He keeps insisting it’s too dangerous for someone like Sugar to be alone in the city, and that all well and good, but Sugar’s pretty sure he has a stalker now??? Blood had warned him about this… oh well… For a stalker, Cash is awfully charming. 

Edge x _______

Edge is an Alpha. All the Papyruses are Alphas, so of course he’s an Alpha. He is the most Alpha-y-est Alpha to ever Alpha, thank you very much. And as long as he keeps taking his Alpha-supplements, surely no one will be any the wiser. But the supplements can only repress his instincts so much when he’s surrounded by so many fine, aggressively-dominant Alphas. And let’s be real, how long would it really take a group of Alphas to notice an Omega in their midst? [Easily could be one-on-one, but this prompt is feeling pretty gang-bang-y to me~] 

In hindsight I think I may have seen this idea around before (so let me know if it’s already a thing…), but Edge as a Heinz Doofenshmirtz-(Or like MegaMind, Dr. Horrible, fuckin.... Team Rocket??)-style villain! Over the top dramatic! But also pretty ridiculous... But definitely EVIL!!!!! But also is he though??? Red is his henchman. His love interest can be the Hero, but also could be his usual kidnapping victim, or the cute skele from the laundry mat, or I suppose his henchman, or a brand-new unique dynamic! 

Loud Top Edge. That’s really all I’ve got for this prompt. It really didn’t have to be under Edge specifically… you could make it anyone, but I was thinking of Edge. ...as just... a… noisy… really verbal top... yeah...~<3

Papyrus x _______

Someone has been stealing apples from Papyrus’s apple orchard, and he is determined to catch the culprit! [Well, it turns out the culprit happens to be very attractive and that is a whole new, very different problem!]

Papyrus x _______/Sans x _______

Undertale is Universe 0. It’s the base, the original, the one every universe is spun off of. As such, there is some sort of general law of attraction pulling all the copies towards their originals. Or at least, that’s Sans’s theory anyway. That would explain all these Sans’s that keep hitting on him and—don’t think i don’t notice the rest of you making passes at my bro-! are you looking for a b a d  t i m e ? 

Bonus Lamia prompt

[A]’s lamia goes into a submissive heat. No matter what they do, however, [A] can’t seem to satisfy them. A quick google search reveals their lamia is looking to be bred with eggs, but—uh—[A] can’t produce eggs, and neither of them really want kids yet anyways, and—hey, you can buy safe to insert pseudo-eggs!—Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna give you just what you need~ 

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A list of loose themes and thoughts. Poke through and see if anything catches your attention. Or maybe mix some together? (Conveniently numbered for a random number generator!) 

1. Bitties

2. Asleep on shoulder

3. Shopping trip

4. Bandaging after sparring 

5. Broken down car

6. Attractive salesman

7. Trapped in a box~ 

8. Good old fashioned temporary amnesia 

9. Is that a dog in your jacket? 

10. “If you touch him I will END you...!”

11. Crossover

12. Lamias

13. The meal was unrecognizable...You eat it anyways. 

14. Classic fairytale, but with a twist! 

15. A more obscure fairytale. (With all the ‘wtf??’s they tend to entail.)

16. “Please tell me you meant to do that...”

17. Ectoboobies

18. “God, you’re so hot… You look hot! SWEATY! Do you want a drink!?!?”

19. “F-FLIRTING? SO YOU FINALLY REVEAL YOUR ULTIMATE FEELINGS!?”

20. Borrowed pajamas

21. Candle light

22. BEACH DAY

23. Someone not normally collared: collared~! 

24. “Sit down and shut up! ...I’m going to serenade you now.”

25. “What will it take to make you realize I’m no good for you?” 

26. Running out of water

27. Physically shielding from harm

28. Can’t stop staring

29. Broke something important

30. He only ever acted like this when he was covered in dust…

31. Well... people always say you should marry a doctor

32. “I think I’m falling for you” 

33. “Guess you fell for me~” 

34. A bad vacation

35. Missing the bus 

36. A WAY too fancy restaurant

37. Good morning kiss

38. That’s probably a serial killer chasing you tbh. 

39. Lost & alone… 

40. Annoying Dog is secretly a matchmaker

41. A goodbye note

42. Freezing cold

43. A slow dance after the lights go down

44. Exploring

45. Hey! You’re that actor/singer/etc I like-! Why are you grinding on me!?!? 

46. “I failed you…”

47. A non-traditional Heat symptom

48. Soul-bonding: the aftermath. 

49. 2 dudes sittin in a hot tub, 5 ft apart cause they’re very gay and sorta nervous and-gosh-it sure is hot in this hot tub… 

50. Flowey: “Okay, look. I don’t normally give advice but…”

[sheewolf85]

October Drabbles Day 2 - Fangs

For @sansy-fresh​. I really tried to make it spooky, but this turned out a bit fluffier than I had first pictured. Still, please read the warnings in the chapter heading.

Also, remember when I said I was going to try for 500 words per prompt?

*cackles off into the sunset*

Characters: Sans, Edge Pairing: Kedgeup Rating: M Warnings/Tags: Vampire AU, blood, minor gore, mild horror, worries about cheating, spying, mentions of sex (nothing graphic)

Find the list of prompts here.

Read on AO3 here. 

For the first several months of their relationship, everything seemed great. Edge was a compassionate and generous partner, and Sans couldn’t think of anything he could possibly want more.

He’d known Edge for a few years now, had first compared him to his own brother, Papyrus. They could almost be twins on first glance. It didn’t take long to realize that he wasn’t anything like his brother at all, however, and once Sans could see past his first impressions it wasn’t long before he was falling head over heels.

Edge wasn’t as eager for a relationship. In fact, it seemed at first he was determined to hold Sans at arm’s length. Sans wasn’t desperate, but he was patient, and over time he eroded away that outer layer of discomfort.

Even when they started dating, however, Sans noticed that there were a few odd things about his datemate.

The first was that Sans was not allowed to sleep over at Edge’s place. They could go there, but only after Edge had a chance to prepare, and never at night. Sans assumed it was because he was a bit of a clean freak, a trait he did actually share with Papyrus.

The second was that dates had to end by ten o’clock, not a second later. Earlier was fine, but Edge had been known to apologize and beat a hasty retreat anytime they let the hour get away from them.

They had been dating for two months before Edge allowed any romantic contact beyond simple kisses. Another month passed before he felt comfortable enough for anything past first base. Again, Sans was patient; he wasn’t about to push his boyfriend past his comfort zone. He wanted Edge, that was a fact, but he’d much rather wait until Edge was sure he was ready.

The wait had been worth it, of course. Sans thought it was a little strange that Edge would only allow them to have sex in the daytime, but he didn’t question it. If that was what Edge was comfortable with, Sans was alright with that.

Recently, Edge had allowed them to sleep together at night, but absolutely no sex. Only sleep. And they had to sleep over at Sans’ place, which wasn’t awkward at all considering he still lived with his brother. Edge would leave early, skipping out on breakfast that Papyrus had worked hard to prepare.

As odd as any of that was, Sans just chalked it up to Edge being a particular kind of guy. None of the odd things he did was any kind of deal breaker, and frankly, Sans was willing to put up with weirder shit for the opportunity to be with someone like Edge.

However strange he could be, Edge was passionate. He was kind and loving and fiercely protective. He had never once made fun of Sans for his low HP or berated him for not being able to keep up with Edge and his rampant physical activity. Edge was a hiker and a climber, he enjoyed being outside in the sun and was always on the go. That didn’t stop him from slowing down to Sans’ pace when they were together, though. He never complained. Hell, he’d even once said it was nice to slow down once in a while and really take in the beauty of the world around him, all the while looking right at Sans like he was the beauty Edge was talking about.

And then…

Sans would never forget that night. Papyrus wasn’t feeling great, and so Sans had gone out to the convenience store around the corner for some medicine. It wasn’t the cheapest place, but the drug store was half a mile away and everywhere else closer was closed for the night.

As he walked out of the store, bag in hand, he happened to glance up across the street just as Edge disappeared around a corner, his arm around the shoulders of a human woman. He was smiling, the same smile he gave Sans when they were flirting with each other.

He had to be hallucinating. It wasn’t Edge; it was...another skeleton who happened to look like him?

Sure, because there were so many skeleton monsters in their area.

That night planted a seed, and no matter how hard he tried, Sans couldn’t get rid of it. He tried to talk to Edge about it, ask what was going on that night, but he couldn’t. He was worried that Edge would either get upset or smoothly lie about whatever it was.

So instead, he turned to the other logical solution. He started spying on his boyfriend.

At first, all he saw was the typical stuff he knew Edge to do. Nothing truly out of the ordinary happened until a few days later when he saw Edge walking with another human woman, his arm around her as he’d done previously. She wasn’t the same as the one he’d seen before.

He followed them for a minute until he realized that Edge was taking her home. It was after dark, and he was taking her to his house.

Sans just went home after that to think about what he’d seen. Should he confront Edge? If he did, and Edge tried to lie about it, what would he even say? But if Edge didn’t lie...Sans couldn’t see a way for their relationship to continue if he said anything.

But how could it continue either way? Edge was cheating on him. Just the thought of it made him feel gross. He didn’t have anything against humans, but how could Edge claim to love him and then do this? He just knew he’d be thinking about where Edge’s fingers had been the next time they tried to have sex.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. There had to be another explanation. What it was, Sans didn’t have a clue, but he couldn’t help but think about the look on Edge’s face when they shared quiet moments or when they talked about what the future might hold for them. He seemed truly invested in their relationship.

He chose not to say anything yet again, keeping everything he knew tucked away in his head. He didn’t tell Papyrus about his concerns. Instead, he pretended that everything was normal.

A few nights later, he caught Edge with another human, this one a man. He followed them again, and thought about how he was going to get inside the house after Edge shut the door. He gave it a few minutes before he ultimately decided he was just going to have to bust Edge in the act. He couldn’t deny anything then. He was bound to get angry, but at least it destroyed the possibility of him pretending he was innocent and convincing Sans that nothing was wrong.

He waited about ten minutes, then took a breath for courage, and teleported into the living room.

He had thought Edge would have taken the man to his bedroom. He was so wrong. He’d been wrong about everything.

Sans stepped out of the teleport in time to hear the man scream, the sound cut off as Edge grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back to expose his throat. His other arm was wrapped tightly around the human’s torso, holding his arms down as he struggled, his face twisted in terror.

Then Edge opened his mouth, his sharp teeth resembling the blades of a saw as he ducked his head and bit down.  The man screamed again as Edge ripped out a chunk of flesh. Blood spurted across the room, spattering crimson over Edge’s dark furniture and over Sans as he watched in horror.

Edge bit down again, this time sucking deeply and drinking from the human until he was limp and pallid. Blood trickled down Edge’s chin and the man’s clothing as Edge grunted and growled, kneeled down when dead weight was too much to hold on his own.

He let the body fall the rest of the way to the floor and sucked in a huge breath. Sans still stood in the corner of the room, staring with wide sockets at what he’d just witnessed.

“Uh…”

He hadn’t meant to make a noise. It was a whimper more than anything else, but Edge reacted as if he’d just shouted.

He quickly jumped to his feet, a weapon sparking to life in his hand as he turned to Sans. He was growling, his face contorted into a fearsome snarl, and all Sans could think was that this was how he was going to die. He couldn’t move, couldn’t force himself to dodge anything as his boyfriend lunged at him.

But nothing happened. Edge just...stopped. He stood there, blood still dripping from his chin and dead body at his feet, staring.

“Sans?”

Sans opened his sockets, unaware when he’d shut them, and looked up at Edge tearfully.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled, weapon dissipating. He took another step forward, and this time Sans was able to move backward.

“i’m sorry,” he managed, starting to shake. What was Edge going to have to do to him now that he’d witnessed a murder?

Edge fell to his knees again in front of Sans and reached out, his fingers crimson but not from magic. He stopped short and brought his hands back to his lap.

“Please tell me what you’re doing,” he asked, his voice low and calm. “Why are you here?”

Sans swallowed and tried to think of any kind of good explanation. There wasn’t one.

“i thought you were cheating on me,” he said lamely.

Edge sighed. “And so you were spying on me?” He shook his head. “I wondered, but I convinced myself that you wouldn’t do that.” He climbed back to his feet and went to sit on the couch, flopping down as if the weight of the world had pushed him. “I should have known better.”

Somehow, a trickle of shame went through Sans’ soul. He still stood in his spot, his eye lights flickering between Edge and the dead body on the floor.

“what happens now?” he asked, nervous to hear the answer. Papyrus would miss him. Might even suspect something. If he came investigating, would Edge have to kill him too?

Edge looked over at him, a whole world of pain in his eyes. “You go home, Sans. You clean yourself up and you decide how much you want to say to authorities. I move on and recreate myself. Again.”

Sans stared for a moment too long, blinking as he tried to process what was said. “you’re not going to kill me?”

Edge didn’t say anything for a long moment. Sans was probably imagining things when he saw a tear fall down Edge's cheek.

“Of course not,” he finally said, his voice hoarse. “I could never hurt you.”

“but you...you’re…”

“A vampire, yes.” Edge sat up then and leaned forward, his hands dangling limply between his knees. “I don’t kill because I enjoy it, Sans. I have to in order to survive. I choose my victims carefully to avoid getting caught. Apparently I wasn’t as careful as I thought I was.”  He shook his head again, then wiped at the nearly dried blood on his face.

“if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t suspect anything because of the victims you picked.”

Edge huffed, a faint smile on his face. “No, that doesn’t make me feel any better, but thank you for trying. You always were far too good for me.”

Sans was finally starting to comprehend that Edge wasn’t going to hurt him. Fear for himself began eroding away, leaving a different kind of anxiety in its place. He managed to make his feet move enough to carry him over to the couch where he sat, carefully avoiding any blood spatters.

“so you’re just gonna leave?”

Edge looked at him again, and this time he didn’t seem scary. He looked sad. “What choice do I have?”

Sans shrugged. “you could stay.”

“Yes, because angry mobs are always a joy to encounter.” He looked down at the body on the floor. “Nobody cared about that man. He had no family, no friends. He was suicidal. The only thing I regret about choosing him was that he honestly believed I cared about where he slept tonight. I tried to make it quick for him. If there’s a way to make it painless, I haven’t found it yet.” He shook his head again. “But that doesn’t matter, because when people hear that I killed him, they’ll retaliate.”

“who’s gonna hear that?” Sans asked, honestly confused.

“Please don’t pretend you won’t say anything, Sans. They always do.”

Sans stiffened. “i’m not ‘they’, edge. how often do you have to do this?” He gestured to the body.

“Two to three times a week. When there’s no viable candidate close by, I will travel. There’s always someone with no attachments, nobody to miss or mourn them.”

Sans nodded. “and have you ever lured them with sex?” That would be a deal breaker, Sans decided. He still wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t put Edge in that kind of danger, but he would call off the relationship.

Edge’s back stiffened, just barely. “I used to,” he confessed. “Back before I knew you. Even after that, but before we got together. When I realized that I wanted to be with you, I stopped. It’s just as easy to lure someone with the promise of a good meal, anyway.”

That was alright, Sans thought. He couldn’t exactly fault Edge for doing something before they’d even met, especially considering Edge wasn’t his first partner.

“and you swear you’ll never hurt papyrus?” he asked.

Edge smirked. “Of course I wouldn’t hurt him. While I can feed on monster magic, I actually find that I get more out of humans. Their blood is filling and their souls are…” he stopped when he looked over to see Sans grimacing. “I’m sorry. Just suffice to say that I stick to humans.”

Sans nodded. “sounds good. so, question: how can you be out in the sun? isn't that supposed to be deadly?"

"Humans got a lot of things wrong. They want to pretend we have weaknesses that will make them safe in certain situations, and I have no desire to change their minds."

That made sense, and answered a few of Sans' other questions about garlic and crosses.

"alright. so, can i use your shower? and how are we gonna get rid of the body?”

Edge blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“you’re stuck with me, loverboy.” His smile faded. “unless...unless you don’t want to be, that is. it’s probably kind of weird dating someone who knows your secret, isn’t it?”

The smile that broke out on his face made Sans’ soul skip a beat. “I’ve never actually dated anyone who knew. The moment they found out is the moment they told everyone and the mobs assembled. You’re really okay with this?”

“‘okay’ isn’t really the word i’d use. maybe ‘working on finding a way to deal’ is better. but i kinda know you, y’know? and i like you. if we can be us and you can keep doing your thing without all the secrets, then i’ll make it work.”

Edge nodded. “Thank you, Sans. Yes, you can use my shower, and I’ll take care of the body myself. I don’t want you getting your hands dirty for my sake.”

“okay, but how’re you gonna do that? you gonna bury it?” He was suddenly insanely curious to know how Edge had managed to hide so many bodies.

Edge raised a brow. “Do you really want to know?” He flashed his teeth, a hint at something Sans was certain he didn’t want to think about.

“uh...probably not.”

“Wise choice. Go shower; you can borrow a shirt to sleep in for the night. Also remember to let your brother know where you are. And Sans?”

Edge reached out to pull Sans closer to him on the couch. The blood on his hands was dry now and it felt strange against Sans’ face as he touched him.

“Thank you again. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but I think I’ll keep you.”

He leaned in then, and they shared a kiss. Sans grabbed the front of Edge’s shirt and pulled him in closer, kissing him deeply. He was already a mess anyway; might as well go for broke before he cleaned up.

[sumi-sprite]

Grillstertember #30 prompt: Inspired by a Song

I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for this shit, but here we are. I’m late to a fandom as usual, and of course I had to trip face first into the Grillster hole. I hate everything.

The prompt was actually “Something inspired by your favorite song”, but I took it more as “Inspired by a song” instead because...seriously, this song makes me think of this scene after Gaster gets out of the Void and is only remembered by Papyrus and Sans. 

For the #Grillstertember prompt list, which can be found here! 

One-shot under the cut!

He always came in the evenings; always at 6pm sharp. 

He sat at the same place at the end of the bar near the window, and he always ordered the same thing: a simple coffee with two cream and no sugar. He almost never spoke unless it was to give his order, or if someone approached and tried to make conversation with him. It would become abundantly clear by his short, quiet answers that he was not one for small talk, or conversation overall really. 

Many patrons had been intrigued and curious of this seemingly new monster. Others were suspicious, and perhaps rightfully so. The Underground hadn’t been an overly massive place, and most monsters knew the face of every other monster. Yet this one was not familiar. 

Or at least, Grillby didn’t think he was familiar. But he felt familiar. 

He at first wrote it off; there was absolutely no way he had met the strange monster. He was sure he would remember him if they had met. He was, after all, a skeleton, and the only skeletons he knew to still exist were Sans and his brother Papyrus. 

But then he kept coming back to his bar, usually on quieter weekday evenings. He never came on the weekends; not that Grillby could blame him. His bar became an absolute madhouse on weekends, especially now with them being on the Surface and attracting quite a few human patrons to add to the rowdy bar nights. 

He was quiet, if a bit strange. Perhaps it was his being a skeleton. Or perhaps it was his overly silent manner. Or perhaps it was just his appearance overall. He was very unlike Sans and Papyrus, clearly older than the brothers, and sporting two rather painful looking scars in his skull. Tall and thin, he was always clad in a long coat of rich black, the collar of a grey turtleneck peering out from the collar. He always looked tired and world-weary, but he held his back straight and composed in spite of it. Or perhaps it was that melancholic smile Grillby would sometimes catch him wearing…

There was something about the skeleton that made Grillby curious. There was something undeniably odd about him, but also...f̷a̷m̴i̵l̴i̶a̸r̷.

They never truly spoke to one another. He never spoke above his order and a quiet “Hello” to Grillby’s “Welcome back”. But there were questions Grillby wanted to impose. They sat in his throat and clawed at his tongue, but for the life of him, he could not find the means to say them. There was a hole in his chest the words fell into; a deathtrap for these things he wanted to say, but had no way of articulating them. There were also faces. Faces, names, places, people - one person - he thought he knew, but the moment he tried to focus on that face, name, p̴̪̽ê̶̯r̷̝̈s̷̰̓ö̷̩́n̸̺͝…

‘Who are you?’ he wondered as he absently polished a glass. He had been polishing said glass for the better part of a half hour, only stopping to take an order or refill a drink. 

He stopped to consider the clock on the wall near a booth. 5:56pm. He should be showing up any minute now. 

His feet took him to the coffee maker before he could consider doing anything else. And by the time he had finished making the coffee, the bell over the front door chimed. He turned to greet his expected customer, coffee ready in hand.

“Welcome ba-”

The words died in his throat as he took in the trio; one consisting of the skeleton he was expecting, one he was all too familiar with but hadn’t seen in a few weeks, and one who honestly did not particularly care for his food. 

“hey grillbz.”

“HELLO GRILLBY!” 

“Um, hi,” Grillby offered lamely. His gaze flickered to the enigmatic skeleton standing between the brothers, as if expecting him to make his own greeting. 

He offered a tiny, barely perceivable smile. “G̸o̸o̸d̵ ̷e̷v̸e̶n̶i̷n̷g̵.̵.̸.̶”

Grillby barely stamped down the disconcerted sparks wanting to leap from his flames. His voice never ceased to surprise him; laced with the strangest cadence and undertones that did not quite hint at an accent or dialogue. His voice was...other. 

The trio took seats at the bar counter, the brothers sitting on either side of their...companion?

“Do you three know each other?” he asked, placing the coffee down on the counter. A pair of long, slim hands came up to take it, Grillby’s eyes briefly flickering to the holes in his palms. They looked painful, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious as to how he got them.

“yep,” Sans answered. He did not elaborate further. “mind getting me my usual grillbz?”

“HE WILL PAY THIS TIME,” Papyrus chimed with a pointed look at his brother from around their companion. 

Sans only chuckled, seemingly about to answer with one of his insufferable puns, but a chime to his left caught his and the others’ attention. He blinked large eye sockets at the source of the noise.

“that’s new,” he remarked.  

Grillby offered a bemused huff after fetching the skeleton’s drink of choice. “Yeah. Fuku’s been taking lessons. She’s been wanting one for a while now, but it wouldn’t fit in her apartment or mine, so we brought it to the bar. Makes for a nice aesthetic piece.”

Papyrus leaned back to see around the seemingly disinterested skeleton between him and his brother, watching one of the bar patrons play a somewhat clumsy tune that may have been a nursery rhyme. The customers didn’t seem at all bothered; if anything, they seemed charmed. Even the scattered human customers appeared entertained. 

Grillby’s flames briefly streaked a few happy blues. It hadn’t been his intention to let the patrons try the piano out whenever they felt like it, but he hadn’t had the heart to stop them when they started. His jukebox was slightly neglected for it, but for the applause and happy encouragements, no matter how tone-deaf the player, made it worth it. Fuku made a point in coming in on the weekends to play for everyone, an event everyone seemed to find worth braving a long wait time for a seat. 

He swore his niece was trying to quietly turn his bar into a cabaret, and he oddly wasn’t mad about this plausible fact. 

“you should play.”

Grillby turned back to the trio in confusion. It took him a moment to realize Sans hadn’t been talking to Grillby, but to the now slightly startled skeleton beside him. 

Said skeleton’s eye sockets contorted to form a faint frown that may have been of disapproval, if not embarrassment. 

“OH YES! YOU SHOULD!” Papyrus chimed in before any protest could be made. Slender fingers rapped anxiously around the coffee mug between them, apparently fascinated by the bar counter.

“I̷ ̶d̸o̷n̸'̴t̸ ̴t̷h̴i̶n̵k̵ ̷I̷ ̸s̷h̸o̷u̷l̷d̸.̸”

“OH, PLEEEEAAAAASE?” Grillby almost snorted as Papyrus widened his eye sockets as much as he could in his customary puppy dog pout. For as tall and seemingly imposing as he was, he pulled an absolutely devastating puppy face. 

Sans’s permanent grin seemed to stretch wider. “you should. we haven’t heard you play and sing in some time.”

Grillby quirked a nonexistent brow. Some of his customers sang when playing, though it was somewhat rare if one were sober. Imagining such a quiet and unobtrusive monster singing of all things seemed almost absurd. 

But never let it be said the skeleton brothers were not persistent; if not a force of nature when combined. His resolve was crumbling.

“I’d like to hear,” Grillby offered, surprising himself; and the trio judging by their startled stares. “Uh, that is...it sounds like you have experience?”

“HE DOES!” Papyrus exclaimed with arms crossed over a puffed chest. “HE HAS BEEN GIVING MYSELF AND SANS LESSONS, THOUGH SANS JUST PREFERS TO BANG ON THE KEYS LIKE A CHILD.”

“what can I say? I get keyed up.”

“THAT WAS A HORRIBLE PUN!”

Pun-laced bickering broke out between the brothers, the monster between them entirely unbothered. With some guilt, Grillby had to note the mild discomfort and uncertainty of his features as he studied the piano from over Sans’ head. His fingers flexed around the mug of now lukewarm coffee. 

He suddenly stood, breaking the sibling spat in half. Wide eye sockets circling pinpricks fo white studied Grillby in a way that should have made him uncomfortable. 

“Y̶o̵u̴ ̸w̴a̴n̴t̵ ̸t̶o̴ ̵h̷e̴a̴r̵ ̷m̷e̴ ̷p̸l̴a̴y̸?̵” he inquired.

Grillby’s shoulders stiffened in trepidation. “If you’re up for it. I didn’t mean to push you.”

The tall skeleton’s expression became thoughtful, hands lacing at his abdomen to fiddle with his fingers uncertainly. 

‘I know s̷̖͛o̷̭͆͝m̷̡͌̂͝ẹ̶̔ö̸̘́͛̕ͅn̴̻̭͋e̴̳̎̒͜ who does the same thing.’ Grillyby thought. His shoulders twitched in surprise at himself. Where had that come from?

“A̷l̷r̷i̴g̷h̷t̶.” The quiet proclamation startled Grillby and the skeleton brothers. “I̷'̴l̶l̵ ̸p̴l̷a̸y̸ ̵f̵o̷r̸ ̴y̷o̵u̵.”

Grillby’s flames took on saturated tints that spoke of mild embarrassment. “Y-you really don’t have to-!”

But the skeleton was already gliding silently through the crowd and towards the vacated piano. He was difficult to miss, and quickly caught the eyes of the bar patrons, all too used to seeing him as little more than a shadow in the darkest corners of the bar. Never speaking, hardly moving; just a shadow cast by Grillby’s flames. 

The din of chatter tapered out, every monster and human watching him settle on the bench. He scanned the keys, slim white fingers caressing the black and white squares. 

Grillby watched in open curiosity, resolve lost as he waited in anticipation. Papyrus was almost vibrating in his seat, with Sans, of course, appearing entirely nonchalant as he sipped his ketchup. Grillby’s Soul tightened in a nameless anticipation. 

Bony fingers finally settled over their desired positions, only emphasizing the gaping holes in his palms. A quiet breath in, and he began to play a simple tune.

The tune sounded vaguely familiar, but Grillby could not place a name or the lyrics. It was a simple and subdued melody; not quite sad, not quite cheerful. The familiarity of it hummed  just in the back of his head; an ancient ballerina in a music box coming to life after being left dormant and unwound for so long. 

His flames dimmed, almost in reverence, before springing back in surprise as the skeleton began to sing. 

So tonight I'll sing

a song to all my friends

Also to those we won't be seeing again

To those I knew and those I still adore

and I want to see once more

I just pray that you will love me

and trust me

Laugh with me and cry with me

spend those silent times with me

Love me evermore

Love me evermore…

His voice was strange, but not unpleasant. Soft, a meek hush in the wake of a staring crowd, but there was a shrouded sense of confidence. The strange rasp and hushed otherness seemed to fade slightly, allowing his natural voice to take precedence. 

Ribs expanded under the dark coat, the shy glow of violet in large sockets highlighting the ever present, sad smile upon the skeleton’s face. It was familiar; a common smile Grillby caught in patrons halfheartedly drinking sorrows and losses away. It was almost always present on the skeleton. It was tinged with something else this time; a ghostly wisp of something that only he knew of, a secret he would not speak. 

You and I were lovers

Our dreams were not soured by life…

Grillby frowned. Part of the lyrics were missing, he knew that much, but...it still sounded familiar. Like he had heard a version missing those particular lyrics. They meant nothing after all, he hadn’t been betrayed, nor had G̴̰͖̼̫̻̘̀̽͒ḁ̸̏̾̕͝-

A shudder climbed up his back, flames sparking in bewilderment. Papyrus continued to watch in open enthrallment with the rest of the patrons, but Sans was peering at Grillby from the corner of his eye sockets. Who…?

Harsh words were said

and lies were told instead

I didn't ever mean to make you cry

But love can make us weak and make us strong

and before too very long

I was totally in love with you

I bathed in you...

There was the tiniest pause; just long enough for another breath, but also just enough to slightly turn the head and briefly - so briefly - catch Grillby’s eyes. It was a mere flicker, easily brushed off as a trick of the light, or a bout of nerves. But there was too much in the large, hollow eye sockets for it to be unintentional. There was something poignant; too knowing, too f̵͖͍͑̂̉͌ͅą̴͒̈̔m̵̧̡̜̺͆̏͘ȉ̴͔̉̔l̵̰̫̥͙̏i̴͍͍̭̟̓͗͝a̴̤̮͝͠ṟ̸̱̠̺̀̃̍͝. 

‘Who are you?’ 

A blink, and Grillby was no longer held captive by the other’s stare, once more enthralled by his voice and ceaseless familiarity. The song began to wind down, piano notes tapering off into a final breath. 

Lost in you, captivated by you

Amazed by you, dazed by you...

Nothing can go wrong

Nothing can go wrong

Nothing can go w̶̜̥̽̇́̄r̶̢͎̣͂̇̀̎͑ȯ̶͉̆̈͆n̸̛͕̥͛͊̅͛g̷̫̤̐̾̊̃͜...

The final notes plucked like fireflies wearily trying to keep the dusk just that much longer, doomed to fail. Silence fell over the bar as the low hum of completed notes faded out, and skeletal hands finally left the keys in an affirmation of completion. 

As was to be expected, applause arose from the crowd; even a few exuberant whistles and pleas for an encore. Grillby hardly noticed, utterly still save for the faint tremble of his hands on the bar counter. 

Papyrus rose from his seat to join the rest of the patrons in praising their impromptu performer, but Sans remained seated. He wasn’t looking at Grillby anymore, but seemed entirely content to watch the slightly nervous older skeleton be mobbed by the bar patrons. 

“not much for lovesongs, but i gotta admit it was pretty,” he commented easily. 

“Y-...yeah,” Grillby muttered. He wasn’t even sure Sans could hear him over the excited chattering. 

Said chatter was beginning to calm somewhat, dissolving into questions on where he learned to play, who taught him to sing, and if he gave lessons. All were easily - too easily - deflected, shockingly, by Papyrus, who had his arms wound tightly around the taller skeleton’s arm. Pleasant yet vigilant, he seemed adamant in keeping a distance between the customers and his companions.  

They - or rather Papyrus and Sans’ f̴̛̗͕̜͍̙̙͍̿̓̒̀͌̚͘ȑ̵̖͒i̸̧̠̅e̸̢̢͎̯̼̗͚̟̺̬̓̚n̶̫̰̫̖͓͂̕͜d̸͍̤̥̽̒̉͗̕ - seemed to sense the staring, and turned his head to regard Grillby. Eye sockets widened minutely, the white pricks of light within brightening. Something in Grillby’s chest shifted - painfully - when the skeleton merely gave his usual melancholic smile. 

It’s not right. That smile shouldn’t be sad. It should be excited and curious and thoughtful and sweet and absolutely light up the entire room, so why-

‘Who are you?’

“He...he’s good,” he choked out. 

Grillby thought Sans had perhaps not heard him for how long he was taking to answer, and by then the familiar and unfamiliar face had turned away to whisper something quietly to Papyrus. Sans hummed thoughtfully, catching Grillby’s attention. The stout skeleton took a swig of his ketchup.

“yeah he is,” he said amicably, “he’s been through a lot, and playing has been therapeutic. we got a keyboard at home, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.”

“At home? He lives with you?” Grillby asked in open surprise.

“OF COURSE HE DOES!” Papyrus exclaimed, having managed to wiggle himself and the other skeleton out of the crowd to retake their seats at the bar. “WE WOULD NEVER LET HIM GO OFF ON HIS OWN AFTER-”

He paused, and Grillby noticed the hand marred by a large hole in the palm gently sliding over Papyrus’ ulna and radius. Papyrus’ cheeks burned orange, and he coughed self-consciously into the fist of his free hand. 

“WE SHOULD PROBABLY GET GOING NOW,” he said distractedly, “IT IS GETTING LATE.”

Sans seemed to study Grillby, as if oblivious to Papyrus’ presence. It unnerved Grillby, who was already feeling like a live wire for reasons he absolutely could not put name or face to. The permanent, toothy grin did not waver, beady eye lights searching Grillby’s face. The fire elemental felt sparks prickle along his flames, and suddenly his eyes left Sans and landed on the ś̸̼̣͓̽̈́̉t̸͇͛r̵̩̼̄́̈́̕ả̴͔̙̲͝ṉ̵̟̂g̵̱͕̼͛̅è̸͎̝̩r̴̙̟͆̆ next to Papyrus.

They studied one another curiously, a question in both of their mouths, but neither were willing to release them. Not yet, and perhaps not ever. It felt like bile was rising in Grillby’s throat, and his eyes stung. 

“you two go on ahead.” Sans’ voice startled Grillby from his stupor, tearing his gaze from the skeleton and back to Sans. He lifted his bottle in emphasis. “i wanna finish this off before i leave.”

Papyrus sighed dramatically and proceeded to scold Sans’ eating and drinking habits, but it was the reaction of their friend that made Grillby’s flames waver in anticipation and apprehension. A frown creased his eye sockets, eye lights dimming slightly in displeasure. Sans ignored them both though, seemingly at ease with yet another lecture and quiet disapproval. 

Papyrus eventually relented with a weary sigh. “THANK YOU AGAIN, GRILLBY. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, AND FEEL FREE TO CALL ME SHOULD MY BROTHER BECOME A NUISANCE!” 

And with that, he began to half drag the silent skeleton towards the door. There was hesitation though, a tiny stutter in his footing, as if he could not decide to go along with Papyrus or stay put. Papyrus fixed him a concerned look, tugging on his wrist in quiet urgency. Eye lights flickered indecisively between Papyrus and Grillby. But before Papyrus could urge him further, he turned to fully face Grillby.

“T̴h̶a̸n̶k̴ ̶y̴o̸u̶,” he said. 

A jolt shot through Grillby’s chest, wavering his vision briefly. But by the time he could blink away the sudden vertigo and f̷a̵m̷i̸l̴i̷a̵r̵i̴t̶y̸, the taller skeletons were gone. 

“you okay there grillbz?”

Grillby blinked again, as if to clear the remains of his stupor. He felt something hard and tight on his chest, and upon looking down, found his own hand bunching tightly into his vest and shirt over his chest; over his Soul. 

Slowly, as if afraid catastrophe would unfold if he moved too quickly, he unfurled his fingers and removed his hand from his chest. A vague starburst of wrinkles, and even a few singed spots, glared up at him from his vest. 

His hands trembled, fingers twitching in the urge to do or grab something. His Soul was throbbing painfully in his chest; there was something inside of it breaking, mending, and breaking all over again. 

He looked up at Sans. The small skeleton stared back, unwavering, but there was a k̶̭̓n̸̠͝o̷̭̾w̵͕̑i̶̘̽n̷͍̔ḡ̶͕ in his eyes. 

“I...I didn’t get his name,” he said weakly.

“didn’t ask.”

He didn’t, and that was the problem. He knew all of his customers’ names, even those who were not as frequent as others. His name list had begun to expand once he got his bar established on the Surface, but he never, ever, forgot a name, let alone to ask for one. 

But he never asked. He would only ever not ask for a name unless he knew the person. But he didn’t know the skeleton being guarded and guided by two much younger, familiar skeletons that Grillby knew. 

But he didn’t know him. So why did he never ask for a n̸̠̥͕̥̮͚̣͂̈́̚ȃ̶̢͈͇͙̫̾́̈́͗̀̚͝ṁ̴̤̦́̔e̶̱̟̹͚̬͗̋͂̑͊̊̃͘?

“Do I know him?” he blurted. 

Sans did not respond for the longest time. He seemed thoughtful, eye lights dimming to full darkness. It unnerved Grillby, and more than that, it made him fearful of the secrets he could not see in the twin black holes. 

Sans suddenly shifted and produced a few gold pieces, placing them on the counter. He slid off the bar stool and shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“see ya next time grillbz,” he said. 

Without another word, he vanished via his trademark shortcut. 

Grillby was left in a bar full of patrons happily chattering and keeping business going; familiar and repetitive, lacking for nothing. 

So why did he feel so very l̷̗̠̈̑̑͠a̸̙̹͎͗͑c̷̰̜͚͇̉̂k̵͕͖̭̯̬̎̈́͒̉̒i̴̳̯̺̔͂̿͑̀ň̵͚̉g̶̨̳̭͔̅? 

Why did his Soul h̷̙͕̱͍͌͊̀̃u̷̥̼̽̔̔r̵̺̪̭͎̓͜ṫ̷̡͋̀̀?

“Who are ý̷̧͙̳̣͉̍̾͆͐o̶̮̬̤͕̼̻͕͖̹̝̱̒̓̎̈́͂̀̐̑͘͘͠ȕ̴̥̝̒̍?”

END.

Aaaaand that’s all she wrote! First ever Grillster fic, and also my first attempt to try and not go completely overboard for a one-shot. I’m really not used to one-shots in general and just...kinda tend to go off the rails in this deep-seated NEED to add as many details as possible because for some reason, it feels like a necessity? Like I’m only going to confuse people if I do no explain or imply every single nuance in a story. Yeesh.

Enjoy! This will probably stay on my Tumblr, but I MIGHT cross-post it to my AO3 down the line. 

Enjoy!

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 31

First ‘I Love You’

Gaster/Reader

So! I asked you guys who you wanted this last prompt to be of, and @Theyaremorethanjustfictional said: I think gaster x reader would be cute! Keep up the great work!

(hell yeah thank you~!)

Also like...might make this a multichapter fic because??? I...want it explore what happens later? So it might become it’s own thing.

Again, none of these are edited, so! Enjoy~! The last prompt. 

There were some things that are meant to be forgotten. Some things that we put effort into forgetting. Some things we only temporarily forget. Others that we think we forgot, but a simple nudge can reawaken even the most buried memories.

Unfortunately, you were wiped from the memories of your loved ones. Doomed to realize that you didn’t truly exist anymore. There was no trace of you anywhere. Well...that wasn’t true.  Your things were there, and they sparked people’s feelings of ‘I forgot something’...but they could never truly remember who owned them.

You huffed out a sigh as you leaned back, lifting your feet from the floor and allowed yourself to float freely in the void.

You sighed into the void as another day passed you by. Or…you assumed it did? Because, well, you couldn’t tell? Everything was the same in the void. Black inkiness as far as your eyes could see! There was nothing here besides you. At least, that’s how it was for…however long it was that you had been trapped here. Sometimes you couldn’t remember why you were in the void.

Did it matter anymore? You were stuck.

Nothing mattered from before.

What was it...day 1825? Or was it 1826? At this point the only way you knew was when the space between the void and your previous universe thinned. Typically during a RESET, LOAD, or if that one monster leapt through too many shortcuts in a short amount of time. It granted you the ability to transverse the universe as if you were part of it again...well, you felt more like a ghost. Some people could see you, but most just had a vague sense of someone watching them.

Frisk was the one who saw you the most, and every time they tried to talk to you...but your voice came out garbled. The effect of the Void corrupting your body slowly.

Another sigh.

Then a louder one.

Then you let out a frustrated sigh, tugging your knees towards your chest and tugging lightly at your hair.

“WHY!!” you shouted to the void, letting out all your anger in the following scream. You really didn’t expect anything or anyone to answer you. For the past five years you had been alone, floating in the nothingness. Honestly, you were shocked you hadn’t gone insane by yourself yet.

“WHO ARE YOU?”

It startled you bad enough you knee’d yourself in the face. Stars flashed behind your eyelids as you curled up tighter and moaned. Then the fact that someone had spoken sunk in. The eagerness in your chest outweighed the small voice wondering if you should be scared of the fact that something had been in the void with you.

You twisted around in the void until you spotted a distorted figure watching you. It was mostly a large black goopy mass with two white skeletal hands with two large holes in the palms. It’s head was reminiscent of a skull, but...melted. One eye was drooping, and it’s mouth seemed permanently twisted into a grin that looked more like a painful grimace. Cracks ran from each eye socket which looked painful.

“Who are you?” you blurted out, shifting closer to it.

It didn’t occur to you that it could be dangerous.

If you died...well that would be it.

You didn’t really care.

“I ASKED YOU FIRST.HOW DID YOU COME INTO THE VOID WITHOUT SUFFICIENT MAGIC?” its voice seemed to be an odd mix between sound and hand gestures. If...a voice could be described that way. Honestly, you couldn’t even pick up whether it was feminine or masculine. It just was. Either way, you couldn’t understand what the monster was trying to say to you, and when you voiced it, the monster seemed to deflate slightly.

“Oh...mood,” you mumbled, “of course I’d finally meet the only other creature in this god-damned void and I can’t even understand ‘em.”

That had been your first encounter with the monster. Actually, you hadn’t really left each other’s presence since seeing each other. Time meant nothing in the void, and you rarely felt the urge to sleep anymore mostly doing it to past ‘time.’ Even if you couldn’t understand them, there was something comforting of knowing there was someone else to share in your agonizingly boring existence.

Of course, since there wasn’t much the two of you could do when the void was separate from universes; you started to list off words for them to repeat back to you. Starting off with ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

Eventually, you figured out that his gestures corresponded with letters, and after committing them to memory you realized it was faster to figure out what he was saying. If there was a word that you didn’t understand audibly, you could just look at his hands to see the word spelt out.

Gaster, as you soon found his name to be, was probably the best companion you could’ve asked for in the void. He was incredibly smart, and had a dry-witty sense of humor and could pop out puns like no bodies business.

“You know,” you said one day, choosing to float upside down. Or was he upside down? You couldn’t really tell in the void. There was no gravity or anything like that. “You remind me of a skeleton I knew back in the real world.”

“Sans or Papyrus?” Gaster asked calmly, and you nodded. Nothing...really surprised you anymore. Maybe you were just becoming numb to it all, but it could also be because you were becoming corrupted. You wondered if Gaster really felt anything anymore, or if he just made jokes and puns out of pure habit. Gaster was silent for a while before he made a noise of triumph. “Ah. I remember you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Really?”

“Of course. Whenever the fabric of reality is weakened, I would visit my sons. You frequented Grillby’s establishment, correct?” Gaster questioned, a hand reaching up to stroke at his chin lightly.

“Establishment? Old man...” you teased, grinning at him. He shot you a withered look. “But yeah. I...guess you could say I ‘frequented’ it.”

The vagueness was an instant attractant to Gaster, his gloopy form moved closer. “Could you elaborate?”

“If you’re asking if I had a relationship with Sans? Ha! No! He’s...a greasy, geeky gremlin...no offense or whatever,” you waved a hand.

“Oh no. That is a very accurate description of my son,” Gaster’s skull nodded, “It is a blessing you were not with my son. He does not need to lose a mate and a father to the void.”

Father? That...made sense actually. No one knew where the two skeletons had come from, even Grillby who said he...swears he knew the brothers for longer than he actually did. Just something telling him that he didn’t have the whole picture. If Gaster was their father, and he was erased by the Void like you? Well, then. It explained a lot.

“Were you mated to anyone?” Gaster asked, and then hummed quietly, and added, “Is that the term humans use for their relationships?”

“It’s not really...we’ve got a bunch of different terms,” you mumbled, but the original question? That made your chest ache, and you shifted into more of a curled ball so you weren’t looking at him anymore. “Not anymore.”

Silence met your answer, before disembodied hands patted your head and then your back gently collided with the goopy semi-solid form of Gaster. “I too lost my mate when I entered the Void.”

You huffed softly, and allowed him to shift you into more of an embrace. The gooey black goop probably would’ve triggered your ick factor if you had actually felt anything in the past five years. However, the moment you felt the touch of someone else? Your felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You twisted slightly so you could wrap your arms the best you could around his large misshapen form.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you held each other.

But there was nothing better to do.

“It is unfortunate that you are here, but...I must admit, I am glad you are,” Gaster spoke up after what seemed like forever of silence. You nodded against his chest.

“I’m glad you’re here too. The void wouldn’t be quite as goopy without you,” you teased, pulling away from him, watching as some of the goop clung to your arms. It dissipated quickly leaving you once again just as how you entered the void. Gaster’s eye lights rolled in their sockets, but his smile seemed to grow once again.

There was a shifting feeling that was so jarring and familiar. You twisted around attempting to find the door in the darkness. Gaster’s disembodied hand twisted your head towards the source and you made a cheerful noise. It was a bittersweet feeling every time you saw the Void allowing you temporarily to see your friends and family. See how they were doing.

In a blink of the eye you were at the door, twisting the handle, and pulling it open. There was no hesitation in your movements.

You were going to be able to see him again! You were giddy with excitement.

Another blink and you were standing in Grillby’s bar.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you jerked in surprise.

“I apologize, I did not mean to startle you,” Gaster apologized, grinning down at you.

He...was different out of the void. He was more...put together? There was less goop at least. Taller too. But then again...you didn’t really ‘see’ his goop in the void, more like felt it. It was black like the rest of your surroundings. Here, he was slimmer than you thought he was, and it looked like the goop was more of a cloak about his shoulders instead of his complete form.

You wouldn’t really know unless you...y’know, stuck your hand into the goop, and you weren’t about to do that.

Or maybe you would.

Yeah. You would stick your hand in the goop once you were back in the void.

You had little shame anymore.

You’d totally ask first.

Regardless, there was more...pressing manners to deal with.

Your attention whipped around to see Grillby chatting it up with Sans at the bar. You appeared at his side and smiled warmly up at him. He looked the same. Five years...and he hadn’t changed. Even his glasses were still the same, even though he kept complaining that he needed new ones. You reached up and your fingers ghosted his jaw. His hand came up and gently scratched at the place you touched. The most anyone would notice you were there...a gentle annoyance that they’d absentmindedly scratch, rub, or brush.

“Ah,” Gaster’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you glanced over at him. “This is curious.”

“What?” you grumped, leaning against the bar. There was only slight resistance to tell you that there was something there...but you could walk through it. It would be like walking through chest high water, but you could do it.

Gaster’s disembodied hands patted his sons head, and Sans reached up and rubbed at the top of his skull as he joked with Grillby. “We are...more connected than I thought.”

“How so?” you questioned, following along as Grillby headed down the bar to talk to the Guard Dogs who were ordering another round for the poker table.

“I was so worried that my son would have been left behind by both his father and a mate...but I did not consider another possibility. Which...I wholly blame on my mind not being as...” Gaster hesitated as if he was trying to find the right word, “present as it used to be. It seems as if we share a mate.”

You freeze, staring up at your fiery boyfriend.

That...

What?

“Grillby and I were...together, once upon a time. Back when I was still whole and not shattered across time and space,” Gaster clarified, making you realize you had voiced your question aloud instead of quietly like you had thought you did. You glanced over at Grillby and slumped slightly.

“So...he lost two mates to the void?” you whispered, as you followed Grillby back over behind the bar. Grillby sat down in the bar stool next to Sans. You saw the skeleton briefly glance over as if he had spotted someone sitting down, but you and Gaster both knew he couldn’t actually see either of them. No one could.

Well, Frisk could sometimes see you, and every time that happened you cried and they reached out and patted your head in comfort. They would sign at you, but you had never learned before you entered the void as foolish as that seemed now.

“Thankfully, I do not believe Grillby knows that he has lost anyone. I do believe that Sans is aware that there is now two beings within the void, and he might have deduced who it was...but I cannot be sure, unfortunately,” Gaster explained, gesturing towards his son with one hand as he spoke. You leaned against the counter and let out a soft sigh. A hand materialized beside your shoulder and patted it lightly.

“What happens when we leave?” you asked quietly, “Will we ever get out of the void?”

There was a long stretch of silence where the two of you simply listened in on Grillby and Sans’ conversation. They were talking about Papyrus getting accepted into University, about the monsters in general, and about how Frisk was graduating from middle school. Finally, another hand materialized and turned your head away from Grillby to look at Gaster.

“I cannot promise you that we will ever get out...I...have given up long ago,” he said, voice impossibly soft. “I did not tell you that before because I was afraid you’d lose your own hope...and I did not want to cause it.”

You glanced down at the bar top and his fingers slid from your face as the hand disappeared once again. His two actual hands were folded on the bar top, and he wasn’t looking at you, but over your shoulder at Grillby. You saw the same bittersweet feeling in his eyes that you felt everytime you were given a chance to see your Grillby.

“Hey...” you said, reaching over and placing your hands on top of his. “At least we’ve got each other now. We’ll probably get bored of each other eventually, but until then? It’s better than nothing.”

Gaster searched your eyes for a moment and then his permanent grin stretched a bit more. “I agree.”

You squeezed his hands, and the two of you listened quietly to the rest of the conversations in the bar just holding hands. Eventually, the door beckoned you both back within it and with the greatest reluctance, you stepped back into the void. A few quiet moments passed between you and Gaster before you turned towards him. “Can I stick my hands in your goop?”

“Excuse me??” he blurted out, “What kind of question is that?”

“Are you all goop?” you asked, shifting closer, “Or  are you boney? Come on, Gaster, it’s for scientific research!”

Gaster huffed out, “I am mostly goo in the void.”

You tilted your head, but allowed that to be the end of that conversation as he seemed uncomfortable with it. Until he started questioning you about human biology instead.

Conversations flowed between the two of you easily, and sometimes the two of you would just walk around the void  holding hands. Occasionally you’d spot a distant blip of Sans or Papyrus slipping through the void in their very different ways. Papyrus never truly entered the void, it was like he slipped between the spaces between.

You stopped trying to count the days, and you found yourself growing fond of the goopy monster you spent your days with. The dry sarcasm, quick puns, and the endless abdunce of knowledge that satiated your craving to learn and to grow even if you were stuck.

Eventually, Gaster even let you stick your hands into his goop to your intense giddy excitement! It was warm and comforting as it always was when he hugged you, but you pushed past that outer layer of goo and eventually found a bone. It was…gross feeling, but you smiled brightly still. “Cool!” you blurted out, tilting your head in curiosity.

Time passed and you were practically glued to Gaster’s side, not literally. Though sometimes the goo stuck a bit longer to you until you flicked it off. You caught him blushing occasionally after a cuddle session or when you successfully shot back with a clever pun or recited some scientific knowledge back to him during conversation. The two of you were more likely to be cuddling together, holding hands, or anything that meant you could feel something…anything.

“Do you think if we get out of here…you’ll not want to talk to me ever again?” you asked suddenly one day, cutting him off accidentally.

His head tilted slightly, peering down at you where you were snuggled against his goopy chest. “Why would I not?”

“Just…you probably know everything about me by now. Will you be bored of me? I could see you being bored of me,” you admitted and he gave you the most offended look you’d ever gotten from him.

“I would not! The mere thought is ridiculous. I know who you are in the void! A stagnant version of yourself! Imagine what I could learn about you in an ever changing world? I, for one, would be more intrigued to spend time with you out of the void!” he said, a hand reaching up to brush aside some of your hair from your face. It hadn’t grown at all since you had been here. Nothing had changed. “Would you grow bored of me?”

You shook your head, “Couldn’t imagine it, Dings.”

A half-hearted glare was sent down at you before he  leaned down and nuzzled your forehead with his own. That surprised you a bit, that was a touch more affection than you were used to but…you nuzzled back. “There is no one I’d rather face a different world with than with you,” he said softly, “besides, who else better to help my goopy coccyx adjust to the human world again than a human!”

You snorted, “Sans can teach you how to floss.”

“Floss? I know how to floss?” Gaster said, sounding entirely too confused. You laughed.

“It’s a silly dance,” you told him, giggling all the while.

“Ridiculous name for a dance,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Old goopy man,” you teased, nuzzling his face.

Time flooded by the two of you without meaning, and you found the fondness grow to deep affection. You were falling for Gaster and you knew it…but there was no pressure here. There was no reason to freak out about the feeling so you just embraced it. Allowed yourself to becoming more affectionate, compliment him…just everything you were too afraid to do in the ‘real world’ because of judging eyes.

The door between the two worlds opened again, and you found yourself wanting to stick with Gaster instead of flit off to Grillby’s bar. Instead, the two of you were watching as Sans tiredly sucked down coffee and compared notes with Alphys about the void. Gaster’s head tilted curiously.

“I…do not believe it,” he muttered, bending unnaturally over his son to read the notes closer. “They…are getting close.”

“How close?” you asked, looking over from where you were currently snooping around the lab.

A slight more of a head tilt, but he remained silent for a while. Sans and Alphys’ voices were the only that filled the room, but then Gaster straightened. “Two years if they keep on track at this pace,” he admitted, “Maybe less depending on whether they figure out which line of code is slightly off.”

“Two years?” you repeated, “That’s…soon,” you said in amazement.

He nodded.

The two of you were silent for a while longer.

“Holy shit. That’s…an end date.”

“It is. It may be longer…but they will get us out of here,” he said so softly you barely heard it.

The two of you looked at each other, and then you jumped across the small room at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You shouted in excitement and his arms wrapped around your waist, babbling happily about how proud of his son he was and how he couldn’t wait to hug his children again.

You pulled away to grin at him, “I’m excited for you!”

“Just for me?” he repeated, confused, “What about you?”

“Dings! You’ve been here way longer than I have. You’re sons haven’t seen their dad since they were young. I know how much you’ve hated missing out on them growing up. Can’t I be excited for you?” you said, softening your voice and touching his skull gently.

“You can,” he said carefully, but then brushed a piece of hair away from your face, “and I am excited for you as well, my dear.”

“My dear?” you teased lightly.

“I…hm, it will be two years minimum I assume, until we are freed. However…I wish to…stay this close to you when we are freed,” he said choosing his words even more carefully, “as…I have…I love you.”

The admission wasn’t shocking or jarring. It was right. You smiled at him and nuzzled his face, “I love you too, goopy man.”

He sighed, and then in the driest voice possible he muttered, “I take it back.”

You gasped, fake offended, “Gaster!”

He giggled, “I’m teasing you, my dear. I am pleased to hear you love me in return…even though I felt sure that you have felt the same way for a while. Over the years I have become quite in tuned with your SOUL,” he admitted, nuzzling your face again. You kissed his mouth gently.

“I can’t wait to experience the world again with you,” you muttered back, “Two more years.”

[therewasatale]

Good morning

Based on love-me-a-good-prompt list. @love-me-a-good-prompt

On Ao3. 

He woke up to the singing of birds. Glancing towards the window he saw the Echo flower had already started to bloom. For the first time since a long while, his wake was quiet pleasant. No part of his body felt numb or achy, he could open his eyes almost immediately. Maybe his body was growing accustomed to less sleep.

"Look! I'm THIS tall if I stretch, nyehehe!"

Papyrus? Sans? Are they already wake up? Well, Papyrus chewed my ears all week to wake him up when I go because he wants to say goodbye in the morning.

Turning to the other side, he allowed himself a few more moments of rest. His alarm clock will surely start to ring soon anyway, and then he had to start the day.

"Look Sans I can reach the ceiling too!"

"You're so tall bro and really cool."

What the hell is going on out there?

He raised himself up on his elbows and listened.

"I have a good question. Why are skeletons so calm? Because nothing gets under their skin!" Sans chuckled excitedly at his own joke.

"Saaaans" His brother other hand enjoyed the joke much less.

There was a deep laugh full of love and mirth from the living room, it sounded eerily familiar to the Royal Scientist.

"Indeed, you have grown a lot since I last saw you Papyrus. And it was a great joke Sans, I’m glad to see that you read the book you got from me."

Oh, they are just talking to the king.

Gaster yawned and then almost fallen out of the bed when the picture completed itself in his head.

THEY ARE TALKING TO THE KING!?

He burst out of his bed and, after fighting himself from the ground, hurried toward the door.

The meeting, of course. I have completely forgotten about that, what a bone head I AM!

Not caring about the fact that he was wearing the same clothes he had on when he gone to sleep yesterday, he tore open the door and ran down the hallway. He tripped and almost flew through the living room doorway, but managed to grab one of the beams.

"Your Majesty, I apologize that I made you wait!"

"Did you sleep well?" Asgore smiled at him kindly. "Your sons let me in after I got here, but they told me you were working until the break of dawn, so I decided not to wake you. Dr. Gaster."

"Hi Dad!" Standing on the monster king's shoulder Papyrus waved to his shocked father.

"Papyrus get off the king." The scientist's face blushed with a bluish tint. "Your Majesty, I can explain everything! I'm sorry, it went completely out of my mind, I mean…I concentrated on my job too much…. No, that doesn't sound good either."

"Gaster, Gaster, easy, take a breath." Asgore raised his hand and finally the Royal Scientist took a big breath. "It's okay. I owe you an apology for coming in without getting invited."

"No, I fell asleep," Gaster apologized profusely. "It won't happen again, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty."

"We let him in. Sorry dad." Papyrus sat dawn on the king's shoulder. "But you said the king is our friend, so it's okay to let friend in as a guest."

Gaster nodded softly. "Well, well, that's true." He cleared his throat and added "just wake me up next time."

"All right." The three answered at once.

"Oh." Asgore gave out a short genuine laugh, Sans chuckled sitting on the couch and Papyrus joined in with his own laugh.

"Nyehehehe!"

Gaster felt his soul shudder a little as he watched the three of them. He folded his arms in front of him, to make sure his heart didn’t give anything away.

"Why did you want to talk to me Gaster?" The king reached out to allow Papyrus to crawl along his arm.

"Papyrus, the king is not a climbing toy." He sighed as Asgore just waved at him with his free arm, to allow him. "The research is going great, sir, but I need an assistant. I left the data in the lab, but if you wish, I can go fetch it. I wasn't really ready for this morning. Sans…"

Asgore chuckled as the young skeleton started grabbed his arm and started to swing down from it, soon he was joined by his brother. Despite both of them doing this, their weight felt like nothing to him.

"You know I'm not good at that sort of thing. I'm glad to hear that things are going well and keep up the good work." He lowered the two young monsters to the ground. "Gaster, you're the smartest monster among us, over time you will find a solution to our problems. Just like you solved the communication problems down here."

"It was nothing, really. I just had to set up the network, the magic made things a lot easier."

"And you built a laboratory."

"It was just a matter of patience and raw material." He paused as the king stepped closer and placed his hand on the skeleton's shoulder. His soul shuddered again as he looked into Asgore's eyes.

"I believe in you, Gaster, you are doing great and you have helped us a lot already. But even you need to rest sometimes to keep going."

"But, the barrier-"

"The barrier was made to isolate us down here for who knows how long. But while it's strong it's not indestructible, and we monsters live much longer than humans. We have a lot of time, and you, and your work gives us hope, and the patience to hold on."

Gaster's face was flooded with the bluish colour once again.

"Sir, I'm just a simple scientist."

"Leading scientist, yes. Take a day off."

"Completely impossible." He swallowed a bit and cleared his throat, adding: "Of course, only if that's not a direct command, sir."

"No, it's not. It's just a request, from a friend."

A request from a friend… Damn…

"In that case, I'll think about it."

"Thank you." Asgore nodded with a small smile. "But now it's time for me to go, I don't want to disturb you anymore. I'm glad we met, young ones." He nodded towards the two small skeletons.

"Come again soon, Daddy will be happy to see you! We will too! He'll talk about you many times."

"Papyrus." Gaster wrapped his lab coat closer around himself. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll escort you out."

Papyrus waited while the two older monsters walked out of the living room and looked at his brother, puzzled. "But he really talks a lot about the king."

"I know bro, it's probably an adult thing. Anyway, you know why do skeletons get sick on windy days? Cuz it goes right through them."

"Sans!"

In the doorway Asgore glanced back at Gaster.

"Very nice kids, you can be proud of them."

"Yes, I am very much so." Wingdings' smile softened. "They have a bright future ahead of them."

"I'm sure, and they're really honest too."

"Well, yes,…they're still children after all." He paused for a moment and glanced up at the king who watched him with a smile in his eye. The monster's raised his hand and turned slightly toward Gaster, and placed it on his shoulder. His soul began to tremble as he looked deep into his eyes. "Sir?"

"Don't overwork yourself, okay? Have a nice day Dr.Gaster."

"Yes sir, and thank you. You too sir."

The waved quietly back and started its way humming quietly.

Gaster waited until the monster had disappeared amongst the trees. Only after that happened he let go of his grip on his white cloak. Even though he wore a black shirt, and sweaters under it, the blue glow of his heart was clearly visible. "Traitor. How could I work like that-"

"Dad, Sans won't stop telling jokes!" Papyrus yelled out from the living room.

Gaster chuckled and adjusted his dress.

He will deal with this later. He was on a leave today anyway. He closed the door behind him and walked back to his sons.

[anneimaginesundertale]

Inspired by prompt #11 from this list of prompts, “You’re telling me all this time you could have used magic?”, I present Sans and his S/O decorating for fall/Halloween.

“Wow, that ’s a lotta stuff,” Sans said, casually peering into the giant box of decorations you’d just hauled in from the car. 

“Yep,” you agreed, already digging in to find some of your favorites. “Halloween has always been my favorite holiday.”

“Guess I know why you really picked me for a boyfriend,” Sans joked as you pulled out a paper skeleton decoration.  “You realize that guy is going around naked, right? I mean, if that’s what you like, I can do that too.” He started to unzip his jacket. 

You laughed and pulled more “naked” skeletons out of the box. “That won’t be necessary,” you said.  “I bet I could get Papyrus to help me dress all these guys later. Do you wanna give me a hand hanging all this up?”

Sans sat back on the couch in an all-too-familiar pose. “Nah.  I’m good.”

You weren’t going to argue with him.  It wasn’t like you’d actually expected him to help. You set about decorating the house with your spooky decor.  Sans watched you hang pumpkins and skulls in the window, arrange more of the same on the coffee table, and even prop up a life-sized plastic skeleton by the front door. 

“Definitely gotta get that guy some clothes,” Sans called out. “Maybe we can fool some people into thinking he’s our long-lost dad or something.” 

You laughed and shook your head, continuing your work.  You had one last thing to get out -- your favorite skull-shaped lights.  There were already hooks on the ceiling from Christmas lights, so all you had to do was get up to them.  Unfortunately, you were...vertically challenged. Even standing on a chair, you couldn’t quite reach the hooks.  You tried tossing the lights up, standing on your tiptoes, even getting a book to stand on in addition to the chair.  You just couldn’t make it. Sans remained on the couch like the lazy lump you loved.  

You grabbed another book and clambered back up. You could just barely reach if you stretched...

“Look out!” Sans called. You felt the book slip from under your feet and then--

You were in your boyfriend’s arms. Both of you panted for a moment as you clung to him, your heart pounding.  “Thanks,” you breathed. 

“No problem.” 

He held you for another minute before setting you down gently on the carpet.  “Don’t do that again, okay?” 

“Okay,” you breathed. 

Sans took a step away and you watched in wonder as he turned your skull lights blue and lifted them up to the hooks.  He set them in place in one motion and released his magic. 

“Wait a minute,” you said, all fear from your fall erased by sudden annoyance. “Could you have done that the whole time?” 

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. 

“You could have used magic this whole time and you didn’t offer to help me?”

Another shrug. 

You shrieked. “Sans, you gremlin!  You troll! You lazy bum!” You jumped to your feet and rushed at him.  He didn’t bother moving out of the way as you smacked at him. 

Ten minutes later, Papyrus walked into the house to find you and Sans engaged in a completely unfair fight.  You smacked at him as best you could as your boyfriend lazily found exactly the right spots to stick his bony fingers and make you squeal with laughter. 

“Er, I don’t mean to interrupt your romancing, brother,” Papyrus said, “but could you please explain why we’re now running a nudist camp?  That fellow at the door didn’t answer when I asked him.”

[topazshadowwolf]

How about fluff 11 and angst 5 with soriel? LOVE your writing btw ☺️

Hello, yes, I did not forget about doing these even though it’s been like a month or more since I reblogged that prompt list. XD Sorry, I kinda hit a wall with writing. Hope you still want these, because… here they are~ And thank you so much! It’s nice to hear that people enjoy my writing. I ended up putting both prompts in one, hope it worked out and that it was worth the wait:

fluff 11: “you owe me a kiss.”angst 5: “what’s the point?”

The cold air whistled ever so softly as it was inhaled through Sans’ nasal cavity. Other monsters complain about the chill “nipping” their noses, but that was something he never had a problem with. Not only did he lack a nose, but the cold just never bothered him. Even his bare legs, below the hem of his shorts, weren’t bothered by the icy wind or the snow collecting around his ankles. His magic did produce some warmth, but there was not enough “body” heat from him to melt any of the snow falling on him or collecting on his slippers. Skeletons just didn���t need to stay warm. As long as his joint didn’t freeze up he was fine. Though, standing there, in the falling snow, he looked more like a snow sculpture from behind than a monster in a hoodie.

He had a responsibility, a simple one, but one he was going to take seriously for the sake of what it was and who it was for. All he had to do was keep his sockets on Frisk and Papyrus as they played in the snow at the park. There were some other kids and with them and their parents. Tori normally chat with the other parents, but he had long since lost interest in their small talk after it was clear they were done with his jokes and puns. (How could Tori stand talking to them?) At one point Papyrus had wrapped his own scarf around Frisk as the snow started falling. It had helped keep the kid warm and allowed them to stay outside longer. It was a kind gesture, but one that was bothering Sans for some reason. And even though he didn’t find the cold uncomfortable, he still felt it. Memories of Snowdin nagged from the back of his skull, making the unsettling feeling worse.

Shifting with nervous energy, he moved his weight from one foot to another. He hoped that even that subtle movement would help him figure out what was bothering him so much. But all it did was stir dark thoughts inside him. Thoughts of the resets and how this all could go away haunted him. The kid promised they wouldn’t, but there was always still that possibility. At any point, they could potentially go back on the promise and take this all away. His life on the surface. Papyrus’ fast car and the house they shared with Frisk and… Toriel.

It would be a good thing he wouldn’t remember this timeline. If he did how could he stand going back to the doors to talk to the monster he had grown so close to without wanting to see her. The next time he heard her cry, just sound like she needed a hug or even just a comforting touch on the hand or shoulder, could he just sit outside the doors without begging to be let it or trying to destroy them? He hated the separation before, but now, after all of this… how could he leave her every night knowing what he knew now. Of the loneliness, she suffered with over many sleepless nights.

But, whether he remembered or not, a question would arise, one he had understood before. What was the point? Why bother trying if all that happens is that everything gets wiped away and he, again, is back where he started. It didn’t matter if he remembered or not… finding that the days never changed and that ominous feeling of doing something over again… of having moved past that point… of building something that was no longer there… of… having a life and a future and happiness… and love… it was just so tiring.

Digging his hands deeper into his pockets, he tried to ignore and forget the feelings he was having. He was on the surface and should be enjoying his time here instead of thinking of what could be or focusing on the past. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get those feelings to shake off. Sans didn’t want to return to Snowdin. He didn’t want to see his brother lose the car he always wanted, or the job he loves, or all the people who he has gotten to know and help. And he didn’t want his only connection to Toriel to be a muffled voice through a cold set of doors. His internal dispair was getting to him and he really did feel the cold then. It started to cause his joints to ache and his magic to feel sluggish.

“There you are,” said a familiar voice behind him. Before Sans could turn to look, two arms wrapped around him. A flood of warmth and love poured from the owner as a long, soft, fluffy ear draped over his skull like a winter hat. Sans turned his head and nuzzled his face against Toriel’s neck while he had the chance too. Soon, she’ll want to stand up straight for the sake of her back. Perhaps it was not a good display for the kids, but right now, Sans didn’t care. Toriel giggled softly, with a complaint of his breath tickling her, and she stood to her full height, the ear and neck now out of reach. She still kept him in a warm hug, which banished the previous thoughts to the point he had nearly forgotten them.

“How are they doing?” She asked, nodding to both Papyrus and Frisk. They had finished making their snow sculptures and were now posing next to them.

“alright, they seemed to have fun all afternoon,” Sans replied, chuckling at how muscular Papyrus’ nearly accurate sculpture was.

“Well, thank you for watching Frisk with your brother while I was busy finishing up at school,” Toriel said with a tired yawn. “Frisk has been wanting to play in the snow like this for some time now, but we’ve all been so busy until today. I couldn’t let their chance pass by because I had some extra work that needed to be done.”

“snow problem, tori,” Sans said and he heard her giggle, which made him grin. Something about making her laugh just made the world feel like a better place to be. He then looked up at her with a wink, “besides, didn’t you say if i did this, you’d owe me a kiss?”

Toriel’s nose scrunched a little in the most adorable way as she tried not to laugh, and failed not to smile. “Yes, I did,” she said, trying to sound as serious as she could, “But you will have to wait until after we get back home.”

“hmm, i-cy, seems i didn’t fully understand the terms and conditions of this contract we struck.”

Again, his pun hit the mark and she giggled but this time she returned with a reply, “It seems you did not. But now that you are aware, I suggest you chill before you find that things are a little too hot to handle?”

Her paws warmed up, hinting her fire magic was entering in them, but not enough to summon up flames. The puns made him chuckle, though he looked up at her with a sheepish grin. Not that he thought she was serious with the threat, or that she would ever harm him. But, he knew when it was time to surrender to her, and this was one of those moments. “next time, i’ll make sure to check for a claws.”

She laughed and the pay off for his surrender was her nuzzling his skull, which was well worth it. He felt the soft fur of her nose brush over his head and he grinned happily up at her. For a moment they just looked at each other before returning their gaze to Frisk and Papyrus. He leaned against her and she tightened her hold on him.

Sans took a deep breath of the cold arm, warm and safe within arms of the monster he loved. Just ahead of them was the human child who not only freed monster kind from the Underground but also freed them from the endless loop they were living. Free to live at peace, Sans felt able to build a life for himself. And while there may be times his thoughts haunted him with the past, he can always trust his loved ones to bring him back.

[renn-and-the-trashcan]

Idiot by Association

THREE. THOUSAND. SEVEN HUNDRED. AND SIXTY SIX WORDS. What the hell me?! It’s not even the day of the prompt anymore, it’s past midnight! But that shows how much I put into this I guess. I just hope this doesn’t continue, or else I’ll be ruined before the end of the week 2.

Swear warning. I really need to remember to include these.

Week 1, day 4 prompt: Alternate Universe version of PTA. Universe: PTA Underfell

Sans sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, anxious. He was wearing the nicest non-suit he had, a fancy schmancy red dress shirt, a nice pair of black pants Papyrus recommended, brown dress shoes, and a sky blue tie that Frisk gave them (he didn’t care if it didn’t go with the outfit, he was going to goddamned wear this bloody amazing gift the kid went out of their to get him, clashing or not).

Papyrus peered into the bathroom where Sans was, taking a look at him. “Ahh, there you are! Still getting dressed, are we brother?”

Sans looked over, yet again sighing. “Yep… Watchya think?”

Papyrus looked him up and down, commanding him to turn so that he could see the back. Finally, he said “It will do. My research indicates this to be a semi-formal attire event in terms of apparel, so that should do you well brother, though I recommend gloves to go with it. Just do not say watchya during the proceedings, keep yourself formal and respectable! We’re representing monsterkind and- more importantly- Frisk here! Understood?!”

Sans nodded, they’d been through it all before. “Got it bro.” he turned back to the mirror, checking his teeth for anything before quickly turning back to Papyrus. “Hey, wait, why aren’t you goin’ to this thing instead of me?!”

Papyrus quickly answered “Because Sans, Frisk ask you to attend as opposed to me!” He struck a flaunting pose to show off the wonderful suit jacket he was wearing. “Besides, me and Frisk are going shopping! We’re going to pick out various outfits for Frisk!”

As much as Sans wanted to argue or let out a sigh at least, all he could do was look away and smile at how excited Papyrus was to buy outfits with Frisk (something he knew nothing about, thus Papyrus’s help with his own outfit).

It didn’t matter how shitty this whole thing was, so long as it made Frisk and Papyrus happy.

Papyrus interrupted his train of thought. “The meeting is in thirty eight minutes Sans! I expect you to be at the door in approximately eight at maximum!”

Sans sighed, holding back a chuckle as Papyrus walked off. He looked in the mirror again. Teeth clean, golden tooth twinkling to a shine, face washed, clothes “dapper” as Alphys had told him…

He kept wondered if he should do anything about the crack in his skull, until he heard Papyrus shout “FIVE minutes Sans!”

___________

As Papyrus and Frisk drove off, Sans looked around the front of the school. He remembered scoping this place out once (he wanted to make sure Frisk would be safe), and he’d been here plenty of times to pick up Frisk on his motorcycle (which kids really seemed to like for some reason), but otherwise he’d never gotten to know the place.

He began walking to the front doors of the school, feeling more and more anxious and glad Papyrus had given a pair of gloves in the car (they went with his outfit, and hid his sweaty, bony palms).

He walked through the wide open door, and looked around. He immediately noticed a whiteboard pointing him in the direction of the meeting, and so walked down the hall it pointed, taking his time to see what the school looked like along the way.

After walking through a few halls and past some classrooms (nothing of interest to Sans), he saw another whiteboard next to a doorway, and made his way inside.

The room was fairly large, tables pushed off to the sides with food and beverages laid out on them and a circle of chairs in the middle for approximately thirty people. Sans was quick to count heads, eighteen people present aside from him, one of them standing next to the door in a suit with a clipboard.

The man stared at Sans for a moment, before clearing his breath and saying “Uhh- Sorry, sir, but this is a PTA meeting for the teachers and parents of students attending this school.”

Sans nodded, confused. “Uhh, yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here.”

The man stared at him, much more confused than before, and quickly looking over his clipboard (list of attending parents, if Sans had to guess). After a brief moment, he looked back up and told him “I- Uhh… I’m sorry to say, but you seem to be mistaken somehow. No monsters have chosen to-”

“Been allowed to.” Sans corrected him.

He continued. “No monsters have chosen to attend this school, so I fail to see how you could possibly be one of our parents tonight.”

Sans shook his head, somehow unsurprised. Looking him straight in the eyes, he explained “My name is Comic Sans MS Gaster, my kid’s name is Frisk.”

The man seemed to recognize the name Frisk, as he began scanning over his clipboard again to check. He put his finger to the board, underlining something with it before grabbing a pen from his pocket and marking it off. He turned back up to Sans and held out a hand. “Well- uhm, I’m pleased to meet, Mr.Gaster. I’m Henry Pascuzzi.”

Sans grasped his hand, giving him a firm shake and a smile. “Pleased to meet ya Henry, but just call me Sans.” He didn’t like going by his last name, and would have prefered Frisk not have taken it if possible (unfortunately not by human law).

Henry nodded. “Anyway, the meeting should start in fifteen minutes. Feel free to get to meet the other parents.”

Sans nodded in return, turning back to the rest of the room and noticing how, by now, all seventeen other people were staring at him. Some seemed confused, some angry or fearful, one or two simply curious.

He bit back a retort aimed towards them all and walked into the  general room, trying to look around innocuously as though he didn’t notice their blatant staring.

He decided to walk over to one of the food tables, one without anyone, and looked around at all the non-magical food he couldn’t eat. Lemon squares, some brownies, homemade fruit punch, all delicious sounding…

But again, he couldn’t eat any, so he considered what it was he should do.

“Excuse me, but have we met before?” Sans turned, and saw a man wearing a light brown jacket, a tshirt, and a pair of jogging pants, clearly unfamaliar to him.

Sans let out a chuckle, answering “Yep, we totally did. Remember it like it was yesterday… My adopted kid asked me to attend the PTA meetings at their school and you walked up to me because monsters don’t attend the school. Wait, that’s right now, whoops.” He let his joking expression fall, about to bite back with a proper retort before realizing he should probably not make these people hate him. Instead, he put out his hand with a serious expression. “Call me Sans, your name?”

He swallowed any spit he had sitting around his mouth and shook it, saying “Name’s Dan. So- errmm, you’re a skeleton, huh?”

Sans nodded, keeping his serious expression. “Got a problem with that?”

Danny’s eyes widened as they quickly shook their head.

Sans let out a small burst of laughter at their scared expression. “Ahh, don’t worry Dan, you’re already doin’ better than a lotta of people by just talkin’ to me.” He leaned against the wall and asked “So, you a parent?”

Dan nodded, slightly eased by the laughter yet slightly unnerved by how Sans laughed. “Errm, y-Yes! My kid’s name is Nick. He’s a quiet kid, but he behaves and is friendly enough, smart too.”

Sans let out a chuckle. “I can relate, pretty sure my kid’s selectively mute. Err- Frisk. That’s their name.” He never did well with social interaction. Growing up it was either “They might kill you so analyze everything” or “I love you but man you are an asshole,” resulting in lackluster communication capabilities.

He nodded, before pausing for a moment. “Wait… Frisk, as in the kid vouching for monsters?”

Sans took a deep breath, understanding that Dan was probably not meaning what it felt like, like he was judging them and his child for being goddamned decent people. “Yeah, that’s them. Guess it explains how I got to be their Dad, huh?”

Dan shrugged. “I don’t know, you seem pretty good to me. You’re coming here after all just because- uhh... they asked you to. Makes sense they’d want you as a parent.”

Sans stared at them, utter shock in both his eyes.

“Uhh…” Dan asked “Are… Are you okay, Sans? You’re not- like, having a stroke or anything, are you? D-Do I need to get a doctor?!”

Sans slowly began to shake his head, laughing out loud in honest to god relief and in part simply at how much they freaked out the guy. “Nah, nah, don’t worry pal, I’m all fine!” He took a deep breath, relieved this guy wasn’t an asshole. “So… You a stay at home dad, or what do ya do for a living?”

________

Sans and Dan sat down next to each other on one end of the circle, Dan insisting so as to help Sans become acquainted if need be (they had just spent the last twenty minutes or so talking and getting to know one another).

The man from the door, Henry, stood up and spoke to the almost thirty adults. “Well hello there today, welcome to this month’s PTA meeting. Today, we have someone new joining us, on account of their child only recently joining our school. Sans, would you please stand up?”

Everyone already knew who the new person was, now they just knew his name. Sans stood up, once again feeling the eyes of everyone on him, though this time with less confusion than previously. More were simply curious, some had left behind their confusion for fear, while a few tried to give warm (if awfully quiet) greetings and welcomings to him, a few still staring at him with anger and hatred.

Not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do, he gave a small wave and sat back down, making note of the few who seemed to almost want him dead (he very well knew the difference between them and the ones who wanted him dead, none of the people here thankfully).

Henry continued on, saying “Now then, I have some notes written down here for various complaints different parents have as well as various topics from the district and the the board, as well as the national PTA, so let us begin.”

Sans sat there, not sure how to handle this. Should he deal with it like when he tried to gather information (pretending to sleep but listening in the whole time)? Should he be trying to sit there and stay businesslike? A few people were wearing t shirts, would it be okay if he just lied back and roughly listened to what was going on?

He decided to sit there attentively to start, and to see where to go from there.

_____________

It was the most dreadful hour of his life.

He did his research to know what to expect, but this was boring him to death still. Spending budgets, cafeteria food, some political stuff involving guns and putting guards in schools (which, though he agreed with the concept, he didn’t trust any of these fuckers with a gun around his child), all boring garbage.

He was just lying back lazily in his chair by now. Eventually, he knew they were getting close to the end, when Henry finally said “Well, that’s a rap for today. The next meeting will be scheduled-”

“Uhm, excuse me?” A woman had interrupted, who Sans glanced over to. He recognized them as one of the ladies who seemed to hate his ribs, as well as a massive idiot based off half the garbage they spouted throughout this meeting.

He could see how Henry froze up slightly, how he held back his sigh as he said “Yes, Linda?”

Linda stood up (as people had been doing throughout the meeting), and said “I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t bring up my complaints regarding LGBT issue we’re facing?”

Sans’s shoulders stiffened, as he rolled his head over the back of his chair slightly for a bit of a better look (still just lying back lazily).

Henry nodded, obviously feigning confusing and looking through the cards he had on his clipboard. Sans could see them cycling through back to a previous card they had discussed, but he acted as though it were a new card. “Oh, yes, here it is. Linda here had quite a bit to say about LGBT expression and tolerance in our school and district, and ultimately given all they had to bring up regarding it I believe it may be best if they lead us temporarily to talk about it and what we all think on the matter.” He sat down, giving the stage to this Linda lady while clearly hoping that people would stand up to her.

Linda smiled, akin to a grinning canine Sans thought (he’d know). She said “Well, recently quite a few of our older students- mostly ages nine through thirteen- seem to be defining themselves by these ridiculous labels that keep getting created by our society and seemingly doctors as well.”

Sans was intrigued. Either it seemed they were going to comment on something important along the lines of people judging others and forcing them into roles, or say something incredibly stupid and phobic about those who fall under the LGBT spectrum.

She continued “Many students seem to be pursuing unnatural and unhealthy relationships at a young age, society seemingly fixing it into their minds that these are truly parts of their identity.”

Sans gritted his teeth and sat up, making as though to yawn but in fact fully engaged.

“Recently, I have had students saying to me that they identify as either a boy or a girl, whatever is opposite to their actual sex, as well as some students saying that they don’t identify with either, or it changes. We have had a few students coming into school wearing the most ridiculous outfits for what they are supposed to be wearing and being ridiculed by other students.”

Sans spoke up for the first time this meeting, saying “I understand I am new here, but I have not heard of such a thing from my child. They say that they find this school to be an accepting place for them with much less harassment and bullying compared to their old school. As it is I fail to see the issue unless there are students who are being targeted, though your phrasing makes it sound as though, well… It sounds like your concern is with changing those supposedly targeted rather than reprimanding those responsible for the bullying themselves.”

Linda stared at him in appalled shock that he’d speak to her, and in such a way that most members found satisfyingly articulate. “I’m sorry Mr.Skeleton-”

“Sans.”

“-but you don’t seem to understand how this school works,” she continued on. “There is no reason for the mass to conform simply for the one. I can assure that there has been issues regarding students and harassment, and it’s better for everyone that those who decide to put on these ridiculous labels simply go on as they should. I actually have a list of students who have been caught breaking school conduct and dressing in ways inappropriate for their proper-”

“Let me see.” Linda had pulled a note out of her pocket, which suddenly went flying across the room and into Sans’ hand as he interrupted her.

He began to read over the list. Dennis Hartworth, Kellum Smith, Nit Mahamud, Kaily Brentworth, Frisk Gaster, Elij-

“Why the hell is Frisk on this list?” Sans demanded, pupil glowing a fiery green as he squeezed the note in his burning fist.

Everyone stared at Sans, not only for the magic he used in snatching the list but also because of how furious he sounded. After a moment, Linda answered “Well, Frisk has been going around wearing ridiculous ensembles not appropriate for-”

Sans stood up, the page burning away in his hand. “For what? For their IDENTITY?! The one thing nobody can take away from them as hard as they try?! Or inappropriate for your fucking bigotry-”

“That is enough! That is enough for today!” Henry stared between Sans and Linda, sighing. He continued “We can continue this at another date. The board has recommended that we meet once every two weeks instead of once a month, so keep a look on the school website or visit our staff in the office for the new schedule. If some of you can not attend, that is fine. Please feel free to come speak to me if you have any concerns or questions, alright?”

The general circle nodded, content to leave things right here for now.

Sans and Linda stared at each other, Linda doing her best to stand tall to this short angry skeleton, while Sans did his best to get his temper in check and to calm down his soul and flaming eye.

As nobody said anything, Henry said “Well, I hope all of you have a great night, see you all in two weeks.”

Everybody else stood up, and most people went to grab their chair and take over to the corner of the room and pile them into a stack.

As Dan did the same, he tapped Sans on the shoulder and nodded towards his own chair, before Sans finally turned away from Linda and went to put it away himself.

Dan then said “Sans, don’t bother with Linda, she’s not worth it. Most of us disagree with her so usually any arguments go our way.”

Sans shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, that I ain’t gonna let an idiot like go and-”

“I get it I get it!” Dan interrupted. “I’m just trying to warn you, she’s a pain you don’t need or want, trust me.”

Still, even as they stacked the chairs they’d been using, they couldn’t help but think about how much they wanted to throttle them.

He saw Henry walking over to them, so he turned to face him and asked “Yo, Henry. Why did Frisk get in trouble for-”

“It’s not that, it’s not that.” Henry explained. “While indeed it has been pointed out by some people, the real issue was with the bathrooms. Some days Frisk would use the women’s washroom, while other days they’d use the men’s. It was a legal issue that a few people complained about so I had to have a discussion with them. We came to the conclusion they could choose one type of bathroom, and stick to that one as well as the unisex handicap bathrooms.”

Sans nodded, that seemed much more reasonable (though he found the concept of segregated bathrooms to be both peculiar and moronic). “Hmm, well alright then.”

Henry asked “Sans, are you planning on attending anymore PTA meetings from now on?”

Sans took a deep breath, and considered it.

It didn’t take long. “I wanna finish that argument with Linda. Hell I’m in.”

He seemed torn between a smile and a sigh of pain as he heard that answer. “Well in that case, let me write a few things down for you.”

_________

The door opened nicely, as Papyrus shouted “We are home Sans! Have you returned from your PTA meeting yet?!”

Sans looked down from the upstairs railing, and Papyrus wearing a refined red suit and tie, the peak of fashion and perfect for his scarf, as well as Frisk there as well in a pale lovely green dress and faintly purple tights, a red bow in their neatly brushed hair, both of them carrying several bags of clothes each.

He flashed them his usual wicked grin. “Hey. How was the shoppin’?”

Papyrus nodded, “It was quite good, me and Frisk found an immensely large assortment of outfits, didn’t we?”

Frisk nodded eagerly, trying to show Sans what was in one of their reusable bags from downstairs.

Sans let out a chuckle, before walking around to downstairs.

As Sans came down, Frisk reached into their bags and began pulling stuff out to show Sans. Papyrus had spoiled them with the likes of suits, dresses, skirts shorts and shoes, ribbons and ties, jeans and jogging pants, all sorts of stuff intended for both boys and girls.

Sans had his mind on the meeting, and let out a sigh. He asked “Frisk, did you get in trouble at school and not tell us?”

They took a gulp, and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Sans grumbled to himself. “Frisk, why didn’t you tell me, or Papyrus?”

Frisk began shaking, and hugging Papyrus’s leg. Papyrus leaned down, and Frisk whispered into their ear socket. Papyrus turned to Sans to say “Frisk says they did not wish to be hit.”

Sans stared at the kid, getting down on his knees and spreading his arms out wide. “Kid, I… I’d never hurt you, alright?” That was one thing he’d stand by. He’d never wanna hurt a kid, much less one he loved so much as Frisk. He had no idea where they got that idea from.

Or, at least, didn’t want to know.

Frisk looked over to them, before turning back to papyrus, unsure of what to do. Papyrus said “It’s alright Frisk. How about we discuss this later, for now we can put away and sort you outfits, alright?”

Frisk nodded, turning to Sans and saying “S-... Sorry…”

Sans sighed. He couldn’t be upset at the kid even if he wanted to (which he didn’t). “It’s good kid, don’t worry. Just be sure to tell us and we’ll understand, alright?”

Frisk nodded, a smile creeping back onto their face,

Papyrus excitedly said “Now then Frisk! Let us go and sort out all these outfits in your room, shall we?!”

Frisk nodded excitedly, happy to move past what just happened. They grabbed their bags, and followed behind Papyrus as he led the charge to Frisk’s room first.

Sans sighed as he watched them go off. He wanted to figure Frisk out, he wanted to know what the kid had needed to go through before falling down.

Still, now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to learn about baking.

Next week, he was going to wreck Linda at that bakesale planned.

[drundertalescum]

heya i don't know if you personally like it, but i'm in dire need of some dadster and wanted to know if you had any fic recs!! :D

I usually don’t specifically look for Dadster stuff, but I usually really enjoy it when I come across it. So here are some Dadsters I can think of:

Imaginary Friend

Frisk makes a new friend who cannot be seen by anyone else.

16 Chapters, Very sweet

Granddog

There’s a small emergency in Dogaressa’s family and she and Dogamy need someone to watch their kids overnight. Papyrus volunteers and Sans volunteers Gaster. I made this into a post-pacifist AU where they somehow managed to bring Gaster back from the void.

Dadster and Papyrus and Puppies!!!

Audition

Papyrus has a very special audition, and his doting father is here to shout down any competition

This Gaster is a terrible, terrible person... but he loves his sons. It’s funny and horrible.

The Wanderer Series

Months after the Underground's population has relocated to the Surface, Frisk and Sans discover a lonely straggler calling himself Doctor W.D. Gaster still wandering the abandoned town of Snowdin. Hoping to help him adjust to life above ground, Sans and Papyrus take the stranger into their home on the Surface. But the Doctor's eccentric behavior is anything but ordinary, and before long Sans has suspicions that this mystery man may be hiding something serious. Unfortunately, his suspicions are about as far from the mark as possible.

I need to reread this but I liked it very much. 4 works, the main work is 10 chapters

memeing across time and space

Gaster has, quite literally, all the time in the world. Clearly he's using this for only the noblest of purposes.

It’s not dadster but its my favorite gaster fic so I’m putting it on the list

The Cinnamon Roll(?)

When prompted by Toriel, Sans reflects back on his childhood with Papyrus and it's nothing at all like anyone thought.

The dadster stuff isn’t the focus, but I enjoyed his innaproriate reactions/non-reactions to a lot of the stuff in this... and Papyrus being an evil child is so fun so its worth the read

A Series of Undertale Requests: Chapter 3: A Two Skeleton's Mission- For Cartoons!

Dadster fic w/ kid!Papyrus: Papyrus has an interest in helping his father out, but he's not as helpful as he'd like to think he is.

cuuuute

[creative-poptart]

Hello! If it’s ok to ask for imagine? How would the skeles react to their friend that have a self conscious expression, like, on the outside they done express?? But on the inside they do, they’ll look away and blush, feel guilty they don’t express so well (Feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t make sense) (your writing are so darn good btw! I hope you’re having great times)

Pt. 2 : Oh frick, I forgot to put this Papyrus (Tale/Fell) Sans (Swap/Swapfell) REALLY SORRY!!

It’s okay anon! All is forgiven! I think I understand what the prompt is and I’ll get it up for you! (Also can y’all stop being sweet for ten minutes???? I’m gonna heckin die from your sweetness!!)

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: When he sees that you really don’t have a lot of expression on your face, it’s a little concerning for him. He knows that some people are less expressive than others, just like Frisk is, but this seems different than that. You seem to be holding back on something, and as your friend, he cannot help but be worried about you! He’ll ask you several times if you’re okay, insisting that you seem to be a bit off, even if you brush it aside. Eventually, Creampuff will find a way to get you to crack and talk to him about what’s going on. Once you tell him that it’s insecurity about how your expressions are, he’s going to start bolstering your confidence like crazy!! You literally will have him shouting your praises if you start to doubt yourself and he will also make sure that he tells you every single time you start feeling self conscious, because he can see it better than you feel it sometimes.

“WORRY NOT!! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER SELF CONSCIOUS OF YOUR WONDERFUL FACIAL EXPRESSIONS HUMAN!”

UF Papyrus/Fell: For this skeleton, there’s not a singular thing in the world that he understands about humans well, so he doesn’t really get why you keep your expression so passive. Sure, he can understand the need for a poker face most of the time, having lived in a place where showing fear would get monsters dusted. On the Surface however, there’s really no need for it to be on all the time, so when you continually show no facial expression, he gets just a little concerned. Fell will pull you aside quietly, and only after having known you for a very long time when you’re both more comfortable with each other, and ask why you do that. If you decide not to tell him, he’ll back off for awhile, then later on demand an answer from you at another time. When you mention that you’re self conscious, he’s going to offer the solution of him going around with you. After all, who can focus on a slightly exaggerated expression when you have a literal giant, living, breathing skeleton standing right next to you?

“THERE IS NO NEED FOR COWARDICE OR SELF CONSCIOUSNESS!! YOU HUMANS ARE SO STRANGE ABOUT THESE THINGS...”

US Sans/Blue: If you think that he isn’t aware of this fact once the two of you become friends, you’d be dead wrong. Blue is extremely observant of the people around him and is very quick to pick up the small corrections you make to your expressions when you think it gets to be too much for others. He won’t bring it up to you immediately, because he can also recognize that this is a bit of a sensitive topic, but he will keep it in mind for awhile. He worries that you feel really upset about how others perceive you, so he’ll also go around and collect some thoughts about you from other close friends. When he finally confronts you about what you’re feeling, he’s literally gotten a written list of compliments from other people about you and starts reading them off to you if you start to feel upset by the whole matter. He gets it that you worry about how expressive you are, but honestly many people think you aren’t expressive enough! You’re going to get a pep talk from him no matter what, so just sit tight through it and agree to be a bit more active in the expressions.

“YOU SEE THIS? I MANAGED TO GET EVERYONE THAT YOU TRUST TO WRITE DOWN SOMETHING THEY LOVE ABOUT YOU!!”

SF Sans/Black: With the other skeletons on this list, most of them take near immediate notice of the fact that you don’t express much, but not for this boi. It’s not that he’s unobservant or stupid, because he isn’t, it’s just that he thinks that’s perfectly normal for you. When he starts to see little cracks in the facade, however, he starts to take a closer look at you and begins to notice the pattern of forced neutrality on your face instead of natural. You’ll find that he’s staring at you a lot more now because he’s watching the micro-adjustments you make and trying to calculate why you’re doing what you do. After a small period of time, Black will ask you about why you do that, and if you refuse to tell him, he’s very persistent in continually asking you. It gets to the point where he’ll spring it on you without warning in hopes of catching you off guard so that you’ll answer the question for him. If he does get you by surprise and you answer, he’ll be a bit shocked that you worry so much about it. Of course, he has plenty of ways to help you feel a bit better about it, namely making the worst facial expressions in the mirror first, and then showing you by comparison how much better your natural ones are.

“AS YOU CAN CLEARLY TELL NOW, THERE IS NO NEED TO WORRY! THERE ARE SO MANY MORE EXPRESSIONS THAT ARE WORSE THAN THE ONES YOU MAKE!”

Thanks for the ask anon!!

[tyranttortoise]

Imagine Masterlist for Mobile

SSLL Extras/HC’s: *Separate Masterlist because this one got too long

Quizzes: *Which Skelebae is Perfect for You? (1500 milestone) *Which Skelebae Would Take You to the Bone Zone? (NSFW quiz) *Which Skelebae Would Be Your Cuddle Buddy?  (Valentine’s gift)

Quiz Result Break-downs: * Swapfell Papyrus as a skelebae * Horrortale Sans as a skelebae * Underfell Sans as a skelebae * Underswap Papyrus as a skelebae

Deltarune Imagines/Headcanons: *Sans theory

Outertale: *Interactive reader-insert through the AU (3000 milestone)

Undertale Sans Solo Imagines: * Fridge filled with Spicy Ketchup * Sans the Anatomy Professor   * Sans’s preferences: pajamas vs lingerie  * Making an ass out of your ex  * Spaghetti Spa Day

Undertale Genocide drabbles: * let me disappoint you  *they hate puzzles 

Underfell Sans Solo Imagines: * Lap-sitting and tooth licking  * Bruised boobs just kinda happen  * We maid a bet   * Artistic Nudity   * Choosetale: Dating Sim Go! (500 milestone)   * Stuffed Nightmares (fic-swap)   *i can do math, just subtract the clothes (fic swap)  * Red’s blackbelt S/O flips Edge.   * Whipped cream on his ribs  (RedRobin) * spank you (RedRobin)    * Houseparty Heroes (song fic)

Underfell Papyrus Solo Imagines:  * Fluff/Dating Headcanons  *Walks in on his crush changing  * Slips into speaking informally like Sans   * Icy Roads, Warm Bed

Underswap Sans Solo Imagines:  * Biker!Blueberry // Impressing the biker chick

Underswap Papyrus Solo Imagines: * it’s ok to not be ok   * Stretch gets an x-ray   * Couch cuddles  * Pocky Day (11/11)  * Hanahaki Disease * S/O is insecure about being overweight

Swapfell Brothers Solo Imagines: * Who wants a mutt drooling after them?  (SF!Paps) * Alleyway Confession (Raffle Winner one-shot) (SF!Paps) * HC’s and backstory of the SF!bros  * What kind of bed does SF!Sans have? * drunk off your kiss (SF!Paps as a bartender) *Gyftmas in Swapfell *SF!Sans headcanons *Why the SF bros have more LV than the UF bros

Gaster!Sans Solo Imagines: * Headcanons and BPT notes   * Relationship HC’s   * Handcuffed to a bed  (BadSass G)   * Proposal Time (BadSass G) * Why he stayed (BadSass G)

Horrortale Skelebros: * A little drabble of personality and backstory exploration   * HT!Sans: *i remember the taste   * Happy birthday!   * HT!Sans and a chubby S/O   * HT!Paps and love bites   * Horrortale Dog Shrine * Horrortale Papyrus/Reader Gyftmas drabble

Horrorswap Skelebros: *General HC’s for HS!Stretch and HS!Blueberry  

Horrorfell Skelebros: * General HC’s for HF!Red and HF!Edge  

Dusttale Headcanons: * LOVE is madness  * Dust!Sans meets Undertale Sans  

Underlust Skelebros: *What would make them want an actual relationship? Oceantale/fell Skelebros: * General HC’s for the AU’s and skelebros   * Oceanfell: A Siren’s Song

Nukatale HC’s/Writing: *Info about the AU (Fallout/Undertale crossover) *Meeting Sans Skeleton (Sans as Nick Valentine)

Obey Me Skeletons: *The skeles as demonic avatars

Extras for Broken Promises and Timelines: * Chapter 11: Underlust Sans   * Why do all the Sans-personalities go for the Reader? * How did Red end up in the Void? * What if she had still been in love with classic Sans?

Zodiac Signs: *Skelebro zodiac (UT/UF/US/SF/Gaster/G!Sans)

SOUL Flowers: *List of SOUL flowers and symbolism for skelebros *Landlady’s SOUL flower

Skelebros’ Thoughts on Each Other: * UT! Sans & Pap’s thoughts on UF!bros and HT!bros

Skelebros and Alcohol: *How much do the skelebros drink?

Skelebros Deal with RESETs: * Waking up from nightmares

Best Friends with the Skelebros: *US/SF Papyrus platonic hc’s *UT/UF Sans platonic hc’s * First time they get a platonic “I love you” (UT/UF/US/SF/HT)

The Skelebros’ Crush Says Some Weird Things: * Crush thinks puns are a sign of intelligence  * Crush mentions that they sleep nude  (UT/US/UF)   * S/O has a party for their cat (UT/UF Sans) * S/O drinks vinegar * S/O says bones are dissolving from excessive soda intake (UT/UF bros) The Skelebros Mistaken as the Grim Reaper: * UT!Sans and UF!Sans wear a black hoodie   * US!Papyrus and SF!Papyrus wear a black hoodie  * UT!Papyrus and UF!Papyrus wear a black hoodie * Turns out, the human’s not afraid of Death

The Skelebros are Comforting:   * Just needed a hug (w/ UT!Sans, UF!Sans, and US!Paps)  * Needed a hug (w/G!Sans) * Drunken insecurities and the almost break-up  * S/O has insomnia (w/UF!Sans and US!Papyrus)    * The S/O is NB and on the brink of a rough day (w/US!Papyrus)   * S/O hides the fact that they’re trans (w/UT!Paps)   * Comforting Cuddles (UT/UF Sans & SF!Paps)   * S/O is nervous about having surgery  (UT/UF/US) *S/O is nervous about having surgery (SF) * Lonely Dialer (UF/US skelebros)   * Skelebros and cuddles (UT/UF/US/SF/HT)   * Encouragement (w/G!Sans)   * The skelebros with an S/O that has cancer (UT/UF)  * Encouragement (w/Papyrus)   * Dealing with a loved one’s declining health (US/UT Paps & UF!Sans)

The Skelebros and X-rays: * Learning the Positions (G!Sans) * Learning the Positions (UF!Sans & US!Paps)    * Skelebros see their S/O’s X-ray (UT/UF/US)

The Skelebros and Dating:   * Confession: Start!   * First Kiss   * First Kiss Bonus with G!Sans * Celebrating the S/O’s birthday   * S/O is polyamorous  * Skelebros submit a match request on tumblr   * Skelebros and pet-names   * Skelebros deal with their S/O’s bestie flirting with their S/O   * S/O is demisexual (w/G!Sans & Gaster)   * How much experience do the skelebros have?   * S/O starts their period (UT/UF bros)   * S/O starts their period (HT!bros) * What does Edge look for in a partner? * S/O enjoys a popsicle (UT/UF/US)   * S/O has a terrible sense of direction (UT/UF/US) * What SOUL traits are the skelebros attracted to? * S/O blurts “I love you” for the first time (Sans personalities) * Skelebros’ crush has feelings for someone else (UT/UF/US/SF) * The Skelebros’ Love Languages (UT/UF Sans, HT!bros) * Which skelebros would be the best kissers for a dominant S/O * The skelebro proposes (UF Sans/ SF Pap)

The Skelebros and Soulmates: *S/O is not the skele’s soulmate (UT/UF/US/SF) *S/O is not the soulmate (retake with  UF Paps/SF Sans) *Frisk as Sans’s soulmate (Classic Frans) *Sanses are soulmates with their bro’s s/o (UT/UF/US/SF)

Family Dinner with the S/O’s Ex: * Family Dinner with the S/O’s Ex (UT/UF/US) * Family Dinner Bonus with SF!bros   * Family Dinner Bonus with Reapertale Sans  * Family Dinner Bonus with Grillby (UT/UF/US/SF)

Accidentally Seen Shirtless/Wardrobe Malfunction: * Skelebros seen shirtless for the first time (UT/US/UF)  * (SF!) Skelebros seen shirtless * Grillby (UT! & UF!) seen shirtless for the first time  * Burgerpants spotted without pants *Gaster!Sans seen shirtless

The Skelebros Enjoy the Surface:  * A few Post-Pacifist Surface HC’s  * First time at a human fair  * UF! Cast at Six Flags     * Skelebros with a massive container or ketchup/mustard   * Skelebros’ favorite flavors of Nicecream  

The Skelebros and Swearing: *The Sanses swear  

The Skelebros and Tattoos: * Their thoughts on their S/O’s Ink

Spending Time at the Skelebros’ House: * Horror Movie Marathon  * S/O twitches in their sleep (UT/US bros) * Watching a movie with crush and a steamy scene appears (UF/US bros)

Holidays with the Skelebros:  * Discovering Halloween Decorations  * Skelebros sexy skeleton costume preferences  * New Years Kiss Tradition (UT/UF/US/SF) * New Years Kiss Tradition (HT/OF)

The S/O is a Badass Saga: * Customer Service and a Broken Nose   * Roller Derby and the Black Eye   * Bonus to Customer Service & Roller Derby (w/Swapfell bros, UF!Grillbz, and Burgerpants)

The S/O is an Alien:  * S/O claims they’re out of this world  * Why didn’t the bros check their SOUL?  * The Alien’s Judgement  * Red gets spacenapped by Yandere!alien ex

The Skelebros deal with the supernatural:  * Their friend’s a physical embodiment of time, death, etc. (w/ US/SF bros & SF!Grillbz)

The S/O has hidden talents:  * The skelebros love their singing

The S/O has an Identical Twin?!: * The skelebros accidentally kiss said twin

Reactions to Someone Flirting with S/O: * UF!Sans, UF!Paps, and UF!Grillby   * SF!Sans and SF!Paps  * UF!Grillby solo

Skelebros & Marriage: * S/O has a pushy mother

Skelebros as Parents: * Discovering the details of childbirth   * Discovering human S/O is Pregnant    * What would a hybrid babybones look like? * Skelebros as dads // Child has a tantrum  * Monster babies/hybrid conception headcanons   * Which skelebros would want kids   * Discovering crush is pregnant with ex’s baby (UT/US Sans, UF/SF Paps)

Grillby Imagines: * UT!Grillby Dating HC’s    * S/O defends Fuku (UT/UF/HT Grillby)  * UF!Grillby/Reader Gyftmas drabble

SOUL headcanons:  * SOUL HC’s   * dual-SOUL trait HC’s 

Imagines/HCs not involving the skelebros: * Gaster HC's    * Expanded Gaster HC’s * Napstablook gets called cute  * Burgerpants HC’s   * Various characters encounter a tortoise   * Self-ship HC’s   * Monsters and socks  

Drabble Prompts: * Empress Alphys Ending of Underswap Interpretation   * UT crew plays Beanboozled   * US!bros and UF!bros play Beanboozled   * Yandere!Route, Starry Date (Frans)   * Napstaton x aerial silk acrobat Reader (raffle winner)

Coffee Thanks: * Frans Coffee Drabble   * G!Sans Coffee   * Axe Coffee   * Skeletons on a Plane (SF!Paps/Reader)

Poly Imagines/HC’s: * Edge/Blueberry/You hc’s * Nyx’s SassyRottenBerryG birthday drabble  * HoneyMustardTortoise hc’s

Fontcest Imagines: * i fell in love with you, not people (SpicyHoney angst meme)  * EdgyBerry (UF!Papyrus/US!Sans) hc’s   * cupid (honeyketchup drabble) * it’d be better if i had music to strip to (kustard)

NSFW Imagines: * S/O’s first time + HCs for the skeles as lovers  *S/O’s first time + sexual HC’s (HT!bros) * How the skeles scale on the BDSM test + kink HC’s  * S/O’s had bad past experiences with sex (UF!Sans, US/SF Paps) *S/O’s had bad past experiences with sex (UT!Sans)   * Heat Cycle headcanons (UT!Sans & Papyrus)   * Heat Cycle headcanons (UF!Sans &Papyrus)  * Heat Cycle headcanons (US!Sans &Papyrus) * Heat Cycle headcanons (SF!Sans&Papyrus + G!Sans) * Heat Cycle headcanons (HT!Sans & Papyrus) * Heat Cycle headcanons (OF!Sans & Papyrus) * light BDSM with UF!Sans (fic swap)   * What the skelebros want to be called during sexy times   * Are the skelebros boob or butt guys?   * UF!Sans discovering his S/O is trans (f to m)   * Gaster and G!Sans: Holes in their hands    * Sans has bad timing (Expanded Holes in their hands ask) * Skelebros and handcuffs * Sans/Reader birthday drabble for Banana * Skeletons in a Friends with Benefits Situation (UT/UF/US/HT/SF) * Mutt recites the periodic table