#uf!asgore x reader

[petiterazu]

Oh boi another doodle canvas 😌

[anneimaginesundertale]

SO with rude family with UF Asgore? maybe with Asgore comforting the SO in his own way

A tray thumped down onto your desk. "Here," a gruff voice said. "Tea."

You looked up from the damp papers in front of you. "Thank you?" you managed.

Asgore shrugged. A handful of slightly crumpled tissues (as if they'd been yanked out of the box all together) landed on top of the papers. "You're going to smudge the documents," the king said. He watched as you picked up one of the tissues and wiped your eyes. He watched as you took a sip of the hot tea.

"If you don't want those people calling, we can block their numbers. Alphys can figure out how to do it. They won't ever call again."

"Oh," you said in surprise. "I--I can't do that. They're my family. They mean well. They just don't understand the whole monster thing yet. It's okay. Really."

"I'll tell Alphys to block them now."

"You don't have to!"

He snorted. "They made you cry," he said. "No one makes my datemate cry. We're blocking them."

"Asgore..."

He glanced around, making sure no one else was in the area, then knelt so he could wrap his big arms around you. "You are mine," he whispered in your ear. "I take care of what is mine, and that means keeping you away from people who make you feel like you're nothing. You are everything to me." His lips brushed your cheek in the briefest kiss and then he let you go.

"Get back to work," he said. "And drink your tea."

[gorbo-longstocking]

Chapter 4

Orange Ball of Pain

Like before, she looked you up and down, not subtle at all in the way her eyes raked over your body, and you felt a blush warm your cheeks. Maybe she was into nerds. For the sake of professionalism, you tried very hard not to think about that.

“Hello, handsome, where are you off to?” She all but purred, and you struggled not to collapse under the realization that she was most definitely into nerds. Or she was messing with you. Quite possibly both.

“Hello, uh, beautiful-” Stop flirting with your boss, stop flirting with your boss, stop flirting with your boss- “Just going to get breakfast.”

Rose stared down at you, her smirk growing wider and wider as your face grew redder and redder. Your own smile was lopsided, more nervous than confident, a pair of finger guns pointed in her direction.

“Don’t strain yourself, human,” She snorted.

[tia-bites]

Any romantic headcanons for Ut Us and Uf Asgore?

Hi! Thank you for being my first request 💛

Asgore

We all know that Asgore is a very devoted lover: kind, compassionate, caring, he’s always willing to go along with whatever you have planned. He’s an old sweetheart in a giant’s body. And as such, his hugs are the absolute best.

While he’s a sucker for romance, he barely has the time to set up anything for you later on in the relationship. He put off so much of his work in the beginning that he no longer had any time to spend with you. That’s why candle lit dinners are the best for him, it lets him relax after his kingly duties and gardening, and he always has a smile on his face at the end of the night.

He would love it if his SO bakes. While it isn’t a necessity, as he’s willing to do so anyways (as referenced by his kitchen in-game), he is an absolute sucker for sweets and has a special affinity for anything someone he cares about could make. Hell, you could be the worst baker in the world and he’d still love whatever you make for him!

Godfrey

Godfrey is very similar to Asgore in the fact that he’s very compassionate and kind, but sadly his jokes do not compare to the warmth of his emotions. Constantly does he try to practise his jokes on you to make you laugh, but they’re almost always awful, and it’s a rare occasion that he manages to make you laugh properly. And he knows it’s a real laugh.

Godfrey has a lot of free time on his hands, and loves to take care of different species of cacti. He’ll take you to garden centres and question the workers on the living space for such plants. It’s a lot of fun and very amusing to watch Godfrey get upset about the lack of care towards the plants, but it always ends up in him wasting his money to buy them all. He’s well known in Ebott City for that.

He’ll is a very cuddly person. Living alone for a long time does that to a person, and he adores having his hands all over you. His SO is the light of his life, and they carry his soul in the palms of their hands.

Quint

Quint is always assumed to be a naturally toxic man, and while that is true to an extent, his main focus in life when he reaches the surface is to care for his SO. He’s what you’d call a helicopter boyfriend, always around you, some part of his body touching you. He says that it’s for your safety.

Everything has to be perfect when being in a relationship with him. The home you share has to be splotless, the food cooked with taste, sometimes his need for perfection becomes a bit overbearing at times, but he never means to upset you. It’s just his natural way of life, and while he won’t listen to anyone who argues with him, not even you, he’s absolutely willing to sit down and have a civil conversation about what is bothering you. He’s always trying to make sure that he’s the perfect man for you.

He unconsciously flaunts you off to his people. If you’re a human, you’ll be wearing luscious clothes and will be hanging off of his arm 24/7, but if you’re a monster, he won’t buy anything for you, and simply let you do as you please. Something that is strange in the eyes of other monsters. He will make it seem like you call the shots and has no care whether you go out in meetings in something less than presentable, but in actuality, no matter your species, you’ll both be equals. He would never treat you any differently.

Requests are open! 💛

[skelimagines]

Ut/uf undyne, flowey, and asgore react to a human who pulls a kris and yanks their own soul out to give to the characters

ofjiweojrewo ~Mod Feral

UT Undyne

Ok... um... ignoring the fact that she’s not sure how that’s even possible, she’s pretty sure you need to put that back now. No, like, right now. Put it back this can’t be safe put it back.

UT Flowey

He’s more fascinated than anything. He didn’t know something like that was possible, yet here we are. Still, he recommends keeping it. He’s sure he’s not really compatible with a human SOUL, and you probably want to keep your emotions.

UT Asgore

He’s scared, honestly. He’s never seen something like that done before and he’s not sure what the consequences are to such an action. He’ll likely politely ask for you to not do that again and put your SOUL back where it belongs.

UF Undyne

That is quite possibly the most bad-ass thing she’s ever seen. Can all humans do this? Are they all able to separate from their SOULs like this, or is it just you? That being said, she’s pretty sure having your SOUL exposed like this is the dumbest thing you could do around a monster. Put it back before someone else shows up.

UF Flowey

There’s an underlying bit of fear as he stares at the SOUL, which by all logic shouldn’t be able to be separated from you this much, and then looks back at you. There’s a fight going on in his mind on whether he should take it and try to make it his own, or if he should just tell you to put it back.

UF Asgore

He’s surprisingly calm. Sure, he’s never seen anything like this before, but it’s probably not too big a deal if you’re still standing despite it clearly not being attached to you anymore. He knows an offering when he sees it, so instead of telling you to keep it he asks you “Are you sure you can trust me to keep it safe?”

[underimagines]

What would UF!Asgore and UT!Asgore think of someone who is like them in a lot of ways? (Common interests, personality, likes/dislikes, etc)

Undertale-Asgore:

He thinks it’s wonderful. Though his family did encourage his passions, no one has shared them as much as you do. With you, he can freely express himself in a way that he never could before. & the best part is that you understand him wholeheartedly! Truly you are, & continue to be, a blessing in his life.

Underfell-Asgore:

Alright, putting it bluntly: he’s super tsundere about it. No one has ever engaged him in his hobbies before--much less motivated him to even bother with them in recent times. But there’s something about you. How passionate you are. How freely you express yourself. It reminds him why he loved his hobbies in the first place. & why he loves you.

[seirindono]

Masterpost

•The Missing Scarf

_Comics_

Arc 1 (cover art)

Part I :

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13

Part II :

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13

.Part III :

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17

Part IV :

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17

Part V :

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19

Interlude: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Part VI : 

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16

Part VII:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16  / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 

 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28

Part VIII (1):

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20

21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 / 37 / 38

39 / 40 / 41 / 42 / 43 / 44 / 45 / 46 / 47 / 48 / 49 / 50 / 51 / 52 / 53 / 54 / 55 / 56

57 / 58 / 59 / 60 / 61 / 62 / 63 / 64 / 65 / 66 / 67 / 68 / 69 / 70 / 71 / 72

Special edition :

Christmas 2021 : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Identity V crossover : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Halloween 2023

_Bonus_

No stabbing (off)

Argument (off)

Mistakes (off)

Cooking Lesson

Drinking buddies

Part 3 ( Snap / Help / Knife / Apologize)

Human shield

Spicy

Mel’s magic

Nicknames

Advice of the wise

Skeleton standards

Part 5 (Cozy / )

Contacts

Shopping Spree

Part 6 (Ouch / Chaos )

Father’s Day (intro / UT / US / SF / UF / HT /  Mel)

Day Job (Blue / )

Part 7 (kidnapping? / crimes )

Bike

Part 8 (shortcuts / imitations 1 , 2 / falling / rain / trust

Concepts: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6

_Side stories_

UT Papyrus ( 1 / )

UT Sans  ( 1 / 2 / 3,4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 )

HT Sans ( 1 / )

HT Papyrus ( 1 / 2 )

Frisk ( 1 / )

Grillby’s counter ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 )

_Random Dialogue_

Stargazing (ut sans x Mel)

Drunk (sf papyus x ut papyrus x Mel)  --- photos

Karaoke (ut papyrus x ut sans x Mel)

Mel’s AU ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10)

_Asks (Mel, Frisk, Sans...)_

Mel

Fonts names

Lone skeleton

Gaster

Back at home

Mom

It’s a present

Frisk the Human

Love life / Lover / Upset skeleton / Hugs

Curious readers

Nice cream

Eyelights / (2)

Stingy

Random 1

Clothes

Flirt / Dating

Hugs

Cool skeleton

Her universe

Tea party

Dragons  (2)

Work clothes

More hugs

Babybone

Random 2

Temmie

Just think about it

Mercy ( Ancestor / )

Gaster and Mel

The Royal Scientist

Lurking in the shadows

The Royal Family

Fantasies

Her boss

Fave / Cosplaying / Ink / Error / Nightmare / Bloowe / Pride / Help

Serotonin

Impostor

Random 3

Old friends 

Rus x Mel  /  Help 2

Crush

Reaction 1

Nest

Hug / fools / risk / aftermath / photo 

Thoughts on Gaster

Asking Blue

Mellow

Talking flower

•Demon AU

_Designs & Headcanons_

Demon! Frisk: 1

Demon! Sans (sloth) : 1 / 2

Demon! Papyrus (gluttony) : 1 / 2 / 3

Demon! Uf Paps : 1

Demon! Muffet (greed) : 1 / 2

Demon! Asgore (pride) : 1

Demon! Toriel (envy) : 1

Demon! Undyne (wrath) : 1 / 2

Demon! Alphys (envy) : 1

Demon! Mettaton (lust) : 1 / 2

Demon! Mel : 1 / 2 / 

Demon! Gaster (wrath) : 1

Illustrations : 1 / 

AUs:

Underfell Sans : 1

Underswap Sans: 1

OCs:

Flynn, 

_Asks & Lore_

Smooch Sans / Smooch Muffet / 

It’s for your own good

Proposals (1 / 2 )

Demon AU fic

Making an AU

First reaction

Angels

Trivia

Costume

Hell / The Devil

How did Chara survive?

Humans and Demons: Fusing souls / Love / Soulmates

Baby Mel and friends

Them 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

•Animatics & Animation

TMS:

Confrontation Chara / Flowey

Night getaway 

Lipsynch 1

Demon au:

Demon au Sans

Demon au Papyrus x Mel

Fell Demon au

Demon au Sloth - Jumpy Star

Other:

Asgore x (y/n)

Discord

Commissions

[juniperleafdelivery]

Masterpost #2

HEADCANONS

* Frisk and Chara’s Ages (UT! Frisk, Chara, UF! Frisk, and US! Chara)

* Reckless Courage (UT! Papyrus, Sans, and Gaster)

* Refrigerated Cockroaches (ALL)

* Broken Hose? (UT! Flowey, Frisk, Monster Kid, Sans, and Papyrus)

* About Vermillion (UF! Asgore)

* Sable’s Art Tutorials (Ink! Sans)

* Differences and Similarities (UT! Gaster, UF! Gaster, and US! Gaster)

* Vacation Time! (US! Frisk, Sans, UT! Mettaton, and Dream! Sans)

* Tem Flakes Industry (UT! Temmies)

* Broken Dishes - Like My Hopes and Dreams! (ALL)

* More About Sable (Ink! Sans)

* What's Their Opinion of Each Other? (US! Gaster and UF! Gaster)

* Hangout Start! (UT! Gaster, UF! Gaster, and US! Gaster)

* Seagull! (ALL)

* You've Got a Mini Friend in Me (UT! Alphys, Mettaton, US! Papyrus, and Error! Sans)

* Cold and Spice Tolerance (UT! Gaster, UF! Gaster, US! Gaster, and UF! Papyrus)

* Fishy Fish Flakes (UT! Undyne and Temmie)

ONESHOTS

* Comfort Oneshot (UT! Sans and Papyrus x Reader)

* A Salesman and a Neep (Spamton, Neepo, and Oakie)

* Please Don't Kidnap People (Nightmare! Sans, SD! Nightmare, and Killer! Sans)

OTHER (OCs, Matchups, etc.)

* Matchup #5

* Matchup #6

* Matchup #7

* December Prompts #1 (Error! Sans)

* December Prompts #2 (Neepo and Oakie)

* December Prompts #3 (Kas, UT! Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster)

* Food Fight! (Neepo and Oakie)

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   9

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

Summary: Sans and Papyrus argue, sparking some of the memories Sans would rather not remember. Sweetheart is pissed.

A/N: Be glad this one isn't as long as it could have been had I just let loose... because- WARNING this chapter has a couple of Sans' memories of Gaster and his abuse. They are between the ~~~ lines. I'll put a quick safe read in the end notes.    Sweetheart is pissed now, and isn't having anymore of Sans' shit... cunning little thing..

Masterlist      Series Masterlist

Story

Bad memories.

She had been kidnapped. 

Adultnapped.

Whatever… 

The pain of the betrayal twisted her stomach and made tears gather at the edges of her eyes. 

These two couldn't be trusted. 

Actually, Papyrus could probably be trusted a little; he hadn't lied to her. Despite, or maybe because of, his lack of polite social cues, he was almost a brutal amount of direct, not hiding things behind flowery prose.  

Sans, on the other hand, turned out to be sly. Saying all the right things to get her to trust him, having the right demeanor to get her to relax… planning who knows what in the meantime. 

(Y/n) glared at the bookcase across the room, her mind stewing in anger and hurt for a bit as Sans and his brother spoke somewhere outside the room, though close enough she could hear most of the conversation, definitely the parts from Papyrus, at least. 

"SHE'S GOING TO GET HERSELF, AND YOU, HURT. I WON'T STAND FOR IT!" Papyrus' voice was softer than usual, though still forceful. 

"not doin' it," Sans grumbled back. 

"IT'S FOR HER OWN GOOD," Papyrus insisted.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Sans walked down the hall, bare feet bones scuffing against the floor, shoulders hunched as though from the weight of the thick collar around his cervical vertebrae, medical gown floating about him slightly. 

"Hurry up, you worthless brat," the voice above him demanded, holed hand closing and swinging forward. 

Sans' small body jerked forward, flying through the air until he crashed against the side of a gurney and fell in a heap, unable to catch himself with his unmoving body, almost harsh enough to cause soul damage. 

"Or I'll use the more compliant of you two." 

"n-no!" Sans cried. "i-i'm jus' a bit tired 's all! d-don't-! i'll do what ya want, jus'- jus' leave pap outta this!" He scurried onto the gurney and laid down in his normal position. 

The pokes. 

The prods. 

The pricks of needles… 

The tests after endless tests. 

Not needing to be strapped down physically… 

"o-oooow! i-it hurts! p-please stop! gaster! aaaahhh!" Sans' young voice was surprisingly desperate in the air, but it did him no good. 

He fought, instinctually trying to get away from the pain. 

"Hold still, you little shit," Gaster growled, his hand stretching and pressing down flat in the air at his side. "You'll mess up the results."

Sans felt himself lose control of his body- unable to even blink while his jaw was set in a pained grimace, unable to move. 

Tears gathered at the corners of his sockets, but he still couldn't move, not even to cry out. 

. 

"S'all your fault."

Sans raced through the hall as the sound of an empty bottle falling to the floor echoed from the room behind him. 

stupid asshole, he thought, feeling the fear, anger, and hatred burning inside him. 

He skidded into his and Papyrus' room, reaching out and grabbing the smaller skeleton's humerus and pulling him to his feet from his curled position on the carpet and dragging him along as he continued on down the hall, shoving him into the small hall closet, taking a hidden rope, putting a loop at one end around the door handle, tossing the other end around the pole the coats were hanging on, and pulling it tight to wrap it around the handle and tying it before pressing him down into the farthest corner, crouching between him and the door and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. 

"it'll be ok, paps," he breathed. "idiot'll probably trip comin' up th' stairs an' knock 'imself out again." 

Uneven steps made their way up the stairs, slowly, which Sans knew made it less likely that he'd fall. 

"jus' gotta wait it out," he breathed as he tried to calm his small, crying brother, ignoring the tears trying to push at his own eyes. 

He refused to cry. 

He had to be strong for Paps. 

The uneven steps were in the hallway, making their way down towards their hiding space. 

Sans hugged Papyrus close, keeping them both as silent as possible. 

"'M gunna find you, and you're gunna get the punishment you have coming!" 

Sans hugged his brother's shivering form closer, breathing as quietly as possible. 

Sans felt the collar around his neck vertebrae get lighter and let go of Papyrus, pushing him further into the corner frantically before he couldn't move, lifted into the air and jerked so hard the rope holding the door closed snapped the rod, sending the coats and other hanging clothing raining down onto the floor, burying Papyrus under them as he crashed through the door and into the hall. 

Gaster was standing at the end of the hall, a fresh crack running from the top of his eye socket to somewhere on the top of his skull. 

Dust was still trickling slowly from the crack, and he was obviously a little tipsy, probably chugged the bottle of liquor on the floor downstairs after he'd gotten Asgore's anger. 

"See what you did, you worthless little shit?!" He demanded, turning Sans to see his new crack better. "Asgore's not happy with the results." 

's not my fault y're a failure, Sans thought at him, not my fault whatever y're tryin' ta do is impossible.  

Sans was pulled, still unable to move his own body, until he was within an arm's reach of Gaster. 

The first hit fell across his nasal ridge, the next his eye socket. They grew harder and harder, hits landing on his ribs as well as Gaster held him frozen and helpless as he hit him, taking out his rage. 

Sans could feel the cracks as they were made in his bones. It was going to hurt for a long time. 

you can take it, he told himself. you can take it. as long as he doesn't hurt paps. 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Sans shuddered as the memories flashed in front of his mind's eye. 

"that shit ain't good fer anyone," he muttered. 

"SHE NEEDS IT, SANS. TO KEEP HER OUT OF DANGER! SHE NEEDS A COL-" 

"i ain't doin' it, paps!" He cut him off, his voice rising. "i'm not gonna put a collar on 'er! not on my sweetheart! i ain't puttin' 'er through that shit!" 

"SANS," Papyrus tried, but he was cut off again. 

"no, paps! it ain't happenin', end a story!" Sans turned, his sneakers squeaking as he stormed back to his room. 

The door slammed behind him, and he let out a growl, his sharp teeth grinding together as he stomped his way to where (Y/n) had been glaring out the window. 

She was frozen, her wide eyes on Sans as he got closer, trying to tell her body to get ready to move in case she had to dodge something. 

When he got to her, though, he just grabbed her and pulled her against his ribs, burying his face in her hair, then nuzzling his way into the crook of her neck. 

"i ain't doin' it… i won't do it…" he assured in a soft whisper. "don't worry, sweetheart," he told her, trying to ignore all of the flinching she was doing, though he felt each one as a prick to his soul. “i’ll keep ya safe…”

(Y/n) didn't care what Sans said, he was keeping her here against her will. 

She hadn't even seen any monsters, or any signs of a town between here and the small tops of the city buildings in the distance. 

She was going to leave. 

Fuck this situation, she was leaving it. 

She was glad that she hadn't given Sans her number. The last thing she wanted was to  ever  hear from him again when she got out. 

.

Sans tried to get her to go down to dinner with them, but she refused. 

Not only did she not want to see either of them, let alone be around them, because she was so angry, but with the way they'd argued, she didn't want to be in the area if something started again. 

Sans brought her up some food, and the only reason she ate it was to have enough energy to escape. 

When it came time to go to sleep, Sans climbed in the bed, getting comfortable for sleep, wondering why his sweetheart was acting so strange, keeping an eye on her. 

When she was ready to sleep, she stood from the desk chair she'd pulled up to the window and took a pillow from the bed before laying on the floor next to the bed. 

Sans' skull contorted in confusion. "wh-what're ya doin', sweetheart?" 

She didn't answer, at all. Not even lifting a hand to give him the finger. 

Sweat started beading on his skull as Sans rubbed at his sternum to try to ease the pain that had shot through his soul. 

"s-sweetheart, what're ya doin' on th’ floor?" 

She still didn't move. 

Sans growled in irritation, his hand fisting in his shirt. what th’ fuck? He wondered. "what're ya pissed at me fer?" He demanded. She flinched at his harsh tone and he let out another growl, this time of frustration at himself for making her flinch. 

Sans ground his teeth as he held back his anger. 

"fine then. sleep on th' fuckin' floor," he grumbled as he aggressively turned over and got comfortable.

He tossed and turned for a while, stubborn as ever, but eventually, when he still couldn't sleep, he threw the blanket off. "ya ain't sleepin' alone on th' fuckin' floor," he grumbled to himself, walking around the bed and picking her up to place her on the bed. 

(Y/n) moved to get off the bed as soon as he moved out of the way, but he stopped her, holding her against him as he got onto the bed and tried to get comfortable. 

"stop it," he hissed at her as she tried to squirm away. "go ta sleep." 

(Y/n) couldn't move, stuck where she was, trapped in his arms. 

She grumbled, but knew that sleep was important to get for escaping. And, since Sans wasn't trying anything more than keeping her in bed, and she couldn't get away anyway, she decided to get as much as she could. 

The city had looked pretty far away earlier.

A/N: Also! I'm doing a 2,000 followers special where I'm doing requests (answering questions and stuff) if you want to participate or whatever! 😁

~~~ Gaster does experiments on Sans using a leather collar around his throat to control him completely (physical control of his body, he can't even blink), and threats against Papyrus to keep him in line. . Gaster is pissed because Asgore gave him a permanent crack in his skull due to no progress in his research, gets tipsy and beats Sans- Sans makes his priority to get Papyrus as safe as possible, hidden in a closet, using a rope to secure the door, trying to keep him calm, making sure that he's not holding onto him so he doesn't accidentally drag him out when he feels Gaster taking control of him through the collar. Keeps himself motivated through the beating by telling himself that he can take it as long as it's not Paps getting hit. ~~~ I made it a bit vague on their relationship, because I didn't want it to necessarily be direct parental abuse, like, maybe their parents died and they were put with their uncle Gaster, or maybe Gaster is just the royal scientist and they were put in his care, either as a "wards of the state" kinda thing, or they were taken from their family/ given up and given to him to experiment on. Sans... promises to protect don't make you not a creep... they just kinda make you yandere... Til next week!

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

May I ask for how a wedding would go with ut Paps x reader and uf paps x reader? +wedding night if that’s ok Nsfw/sfw headcannons u pick Love ur work

{ Oh, thank you! }

💐 PAPPY 💐

He is a traditional guy and so he cares a lot he and his S/O will marry one day.

Actually, he does not give himself before the marriage and he does not give himself so easily in general and maybe it’s your only occasion to have everything of him. 

He wants everything to be perfect, beautiful, fantastic, and cool! He invites his brother, friends, the King and every monster of the Underground, you can also invite everyone you want. If the monsters are in the surface it will be a very big event but if you are still locked in the Underground it’ll be hard but it will be a wonderful day anyway because he wants to make you happy.

He’s your family now and he can’t see you sad, if you miss your family because every parent wants to see their own son/daughter getting marry and so he does his best to make everything fantastic and you can consider every monster of this place as your brother, sister, friend and Pappy is your husband. Can you ask for more?

Luckily, he’s not the one who prepares the buffet, Muffet and Grillby have been hired for this job and they make the perfect team. The food for this marriage is divine. Only the best for the one he loves, and it’s not the only surprise he has organized for you.

This marriage won’t be boring because he has created new puzzles and games for every guest and so people can have their fun because everyone loves Pappy’s puzzles! Yeah!

Asgore is the preacher who unites in holy matrimony you and Pappy and he’s just so proud he’s going to cry. Everyone is actually crying. 

Then you can kiss the spouse and he’ll kiss you with his wet eyes because even Pappy is so touched.

.

💐 THE EDGE LORD 💐

He also wants everything to be perfect, since he’s a perfectionist freak!

He organizes every single detail and it seems he does not ask for your opinion, maybe he forgets because he’s too busy to make everything perfect – what he thinks it’s perfect- without taking you into consideration and it’s quite awful since you are the other spouse. It’s unfair!

You have to speak with him because you want to organize it too, it’s also your marriage and your opinion is as important as his.

Papyrus wants to invite everyone not because he cares about his guests but he wants everybody to see how great the two of you are and make them jealous. He wants to make his exes angry, and pump himself. It’s his day and so he’s the king of the night… Well, he still forgets he’s not alone but if you are his partner you must have a lot of patience.

At the end, the ceremony is not bad, even if marriages are not frequent here. People are too used to funerals and death and so seeing two people who get married is very weird. Nobody will complain since it’s Papyrus’ marriage and nobody messes with him, if they care of their life they won’t bother. 

Every guest is forced to buy the most expensive and coolest gifts for the two of you and Papyrus had also conversations with them because they have to be generous guests and not be greedy. Papyrus took advantage of his authority to be a true asshole, nothing new.

[utimagines]

Unfinished Fic #1

So the premise of this one was that I was falling really in love with Underfell Papyrus and just wanted to smoosh him. I also have a very big love for readers with magic :D The fic is under the cut and beneath that will be where I wanted to take the fic. This is one I’m keen to continue writing but I just need some motivation! - Mod Erica

You’re laying in bed, on the verge of falling asleep. The cool breeze of the air conditioning in your room brushes over your face and the warmth of your blankets pressing down on your body lulls you deeper into your sleep. Suddenly, the bed dips down beside you and pulls away the blankets from your back side. You let out a small groan of annoyance as a familiar weight climbs in behind you. The blanket is brought down once more and a strong skeletal arm wraps itself around your middle, pulling you into a bone chest.

“Mmm,” you quietly let out as you feel a skeleton kiss on your head.

“I’m sorry for waking you my dear. Go back to sleep,” Papyrus, your soulmate, whispers to you. You feel the calming familiarity of his soul beating behind you. With his arm around you, you fall into a deep sleep.

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The sun shines from behind your curtains as a clanging sound wakes you from your slumber. The arm of your lover is still wrapped around you firmly, his breathing deep and even as he continues to rest. You roll around in his arms until you’re facing him.

To outsiders, he looks rough and violent with his sharp teeth and pointed features. They can only see the scar that breaks up the smoothness of his eye socket and the darkness that rests under his eyes. To you, he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on. You call upon your magic, not that you use it very often, and check the area around your home. You sense your own soul as well as your lovers, but the addition of five more in your home. Five souls that shouldn’t be here.

You nudge Papyrus gently, his breathing hitches before his eyes part open, revealing his red irises. He blinks slowly, looking at you with a sleepy softness in his eyes.

“Good morning my love,” he rasps out with his morning voice. Papyrus’s morning voice had always been one of your favourites but now was not the time.

“Good morning baby. Why are there five people in my house?” you ask him. Papyrus blinks once more before groaning.

“That would be my brother and the others. They must have followed me here without me knowing,” irritation laces through his tone and he pulls you closer to his body. You relax slightly, knowing it was only Sans and some others. You trusted Sans enough to not wreck your house and to keep his friends in line.

You bring a hand up to your soulmates face and caress his cheekbone. You can feel his legs tangled with yours under the blankets, your two bodies pressed together without any space to spare. You press a gentle kiss on his mouth before pulling back.

There’s another clanging sound from downstairs and you let out a huff. Papyrus rolls his eyes and huffs as well. The two of you gently pull away from each other and climb out of the bed. As your feet land on the ground, your knees crack loudly from the pressure. You stretch your arms above your head, feeling the muscles strain before brining your hands back down. From across the bed, Papyrus pulls out a pair of pants for you and a soft shirt for himself. You had fallen asleep in your underwear and one of Papyrus’s shirts. The shirt was a little big on you, but that’s what you loved about it. Papyrus throws the pants over to you and you grumble as you put them on.

“Ugh I wasn’t planning on wearing pants today,” you whine without any heart put into it. Papyrus chuckles deeply as he pulls on a plain black shirt.

“If it were up to me neither of us would have clothes on at all,” Papyrus says lewdly as he walks around the bed frame to where you stand. He places a hand on your waist and brushes some loose strands of hair from your face.

“Don’t tease me like this,” you pout as you look up at him. He smiles genuinely down at you, his face free of any stress or worry.

“I’m just teasing you dear,” he smiles.

You poke his chest with a finger and stick your tongue out at him. He laughs but is cut off by a louder banging sound from down stairs. Papyrus moves his hand off of your waist and laces his fingers with yours as the two of you exit your room. As you walk down the stairs, you can hear Sans and the others conversations.

“Blue I swear to Asgore if you make anymore noise the Boss is going to kill me,” Sans growls out.

“Chill out Red, he’s not gonna wake up your bro,” an unknown voice says.

“Who’s house even is this?” another voice asks. You reach the bottom of the stairs and take in the scene before you in the living room. In front of you, Sans is sitting on your couch with an arm up on the arm rest, glaring at another skeleton who is currently looking through your DVD case. Three other skeletons also sit on the couch alongside Sans. One wearing an orange hoodie, one wearing a blue hoodie and one wearing… is that armour?

You clear your throat.

“It’s my house,” you announce. The skeletons on the couch whip around to face you. The skeleton who was searching through your DVD’s spins around with a gasp. You look at Sans with an unamused expression on your face. Papyrus is quiet next to you, but you can practically feel him glaring at the other skeletons.

“H-Hey y/n… Boss…” Sans waves nervously and you can see him starting to sweat.

“What is the meaning of this?” Papyrus asks.

“Uhhhh,” Sans seems to be shutting down. You look around the room. It looks untouched but you’re not sure how long the skeletons have been here.

“Oh! I was trying to find a movie for us to watch!” The skeleton near your DVD collection announces.

“Why?” You ask.

“Oh! Cause we were getting bored and-“ The skeleton continues but gets cut off by you.

“No. Why are you in my house?” You ask sternly. Papyrus squeezes your hand gently and you squeeze back in return.

“Lay off my bro. We just wanted to see where the Edge Lord was running off to every night,” the skeleton in the orange hoodie replies.

“Who said it was any of your business Weed Bag,” Papyrus glares at the skeleton.

“Who are you guys anyway,” you ask.

The skeletons go quiet, all looking at each other.

“They’re different versions of my brother and I from different universes,” Papyrus tells you.

“Whoa!” Orange hoodie exclaims.

“Hey!” Blue hoodie adds in.

“I thought we weren't allowed to tell anybody that!” the skeleton wearing armour adds.

You mull this information over, not really shocked as the orange hoodie skeleton and the skeleton wearing armour looked very similar to your Papyrus. You already knew about the multiverse theory anyways so.

“Edge! Who even is she? Can we even trust her?” Blue hoodie frowns at you and Papyrus.

“She’s my mate and I will tell my mate whatever I please,” Papyrus’s eyes glow threateningly at the blue hood. You let go of Papyrus’s hand and step closer to wrap an arm around him, distracting him from the irritation you can feel radiating off him.

“Paps, love, how about you go and make some breakfast and I’ll deal with it, yeah?” You say softly to him. Papyrus looks down at you and nods. You pat him on the back before he walks off behind you and into the kitchen. You face the room of skeletons once more and cross your arms over your chest.

Where the fic will go

So I wanted the reader to be a sans from another universe (because when are my readers ever NOT a sans???!!? (i have a problem)) but they transformed their skeletal body into a human one using magic (kind of like the ecto flesh but more intense). There’s gonna be a whole tragic backstory but it would end up being mostly a fluffy uf!pap x reader with some angsty plot (probably with some heavy soulmates/mates interaction). I’m a sucker for mutual possessiveness without it being yanderee. 

[petiterazu]

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[anneimaginesundertale]

hello!! can you do underfell asgore where asgore gradually falls in love after you comfort him?

You were just a cog in the monster embassy’s machine. You had a job title, but really your job was to provide all the higher ups with snacks and drinks. You filled the vending machines. You ordered the tea and the coffee. You made sure the candy dishes were filled. You also went around and collected the dirty dishes and brought them back to the cafeteria to get cleaned. It wasn’t a bad job. You got to try a lot of cool monster food and your tea collection had doubled since you started. You also got to see some of the most important monsters around, even if you were just cleaning up after them. Your days followed a predictable routine and you were pretty happy.

One morning, as you went around with your dish cart, collecting coffee mugs, plates, and tea cups, you heard sobbing from the king’s office. The door was open just a crack. The sound tugged at your heart. You had never met the king, had never even been in his office, but you couldn’t just walk by. You pushed your cart up against the wall, out of the way, and carefully pushed the door open.

The king of monsters knelt on the floor by the window, his great head bowed. You could see his tears falling onto the dark carpet. He didn’t seem to hear you come in. The sight of him made you want to rush to his side, but he didn’t know you. You couldn’t just go and hug him, even if it seemed that a hug was exactly what he needed. You settled for saying, “Your Majesty?”

He looked up at you, his red eyes filled with sorrow. “What are you doing in here?” he snarled, running his great hands across his face to wipe the tears away. “No one comes in here without my permission.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I was coming around to get tea things and I heard you crying. You left your door ajar, sir, and…I just wanted to see if you were all right.”

“Of course I’m all right.” He adjusted his crimson cloak and stomped to sit behind the desk. The chair creaked as he sat down. “Next time you hear sounds from inside this office, walk by. No one comes in here without my permission.”

You nodded. You regretted your decision to come in in the first place. It wasn’t any of your business, even if he had been crying. “I won’t do it again, sire,” you said. “I’ll go now.” You headed for the door.

“Wait,” he said, just as your hand touched the knob. You turned and looked back at him.

“You bring the tea.”

“Yes.”

“Bring me a pot.”

“Yes sir. Right away, sir.”

He nodded and you took it as a dismissal. You scurried back into the hall and closed the door.

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Once you were gone, the king laid his head on the desk and covered his face with his hands. You had caught him in a moment of weakness. In the midst of his grief, you could have come in and murdered him. He would not have noticed you if you hadn’t spoken. And yet, you had spoken, and you’d spoken kindly. You’d clearly only come in to check if he was all right. He could not think of the last time someone had done that.

The pot of golden flower tea appeared outside his door, prepared exactly the way he liked it. There was a small note on the tray, just the word “Sorry” in slightly messy handwriting. Asgore tucked the note into a drawer in his desk.

Over the next few months, he found he could not get you out of his head. He began to notice when you came around to bring him tea or take his empty trays away. He made excuses to leave his office to watch you walking the halls. It didn’t take him long to realize that you knew everyone. You knew them and their food and drink preferences. You were always polite and kind, even when some of the monsters fussed or shouted at you. He began to try to find a reason to speak with you. Some days he just said thank you for the tea. Some days he asked you a question. Why were you wearing that shirt? You changed your hair. Why? Small things. Small questions. Small compliments.

Eventually, there came a day when you spoke to him first. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” you said. “We’re out of golden flower tea today. I’ve ordered more, and I’ll run home on my lunch and get some from my stash, but I had to make you something else this morning. It’s pretty similar. I hope it’s okay.” You held out the tray for him and he could see you shaking just a bit.

“You like tea?” he asked, taking the tray. Whatever you had brewed smelled sweet.

“I love tea,” you said. “I didn’t really get into it until I took this job, but now I’ve got all kinds at home.”

“Come in and tell me about this.” He spoke it as an order, then belated added, “Please.” You followed him into his office. He offered you a chair. You sat. The two of you had your first real conversation. By the time you realized you had to get back to your rounds, an hour had passed and the tea pot was empty.

“I’ll bring you another pot this afternoon,” you said as you hurried out the door. “Golden flower next time, from my personal stash.”

“That would be fine,” Asgore said. “I will look forward to it.” He smiled at you and you smiled back, and something stirred in his chest that had not stirred for quite some time.

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That’s where I’m going to leave it for right now, but you can bet that these two keep bonding over tea. Eventually Reader will walk in on Asgore crying again and this time they won’t hesitate to hug him.

[gorbo-longstocking]

your underfell asgore….. hand em over……

you don't know how long i've been waiting for this one anon. i got so excited i went a tad overboard with this ask. i care him sm. big and scary….

- you meet him at the grocery store. it’s a chain and in the middle of the day so it’s not too busy. most people are at work or at school and it’s the perfect time to come and rummage through the aisles. you decide you deserve something sweet, quickly finding yourself meandering around the cake mixes, far too distracted to notice the king of the underground lumbering towards you until his shadow is blocking the light.

- i imagine you find yourself stuttering under his gaze. its intense, eyes boring into you with a severity you were certain would make anyone else spontaneously combust. large fangs poke out from his jaw. they have to be the size of your hand at least.

- “Excuse me, human. Which of these cake mixes would a child prefer for their birthday.”

- he’s mistaken you for an employee. awkward. he’s holding the mixes for angel food cake and carrot cake, both quite possibly, the worst choices for a kid’s birthday cake. asking for help looks like it’s taking a great toll on him. his expression looks somewhat constipated, like being polite to you is straining in some way. you point him in the direction of funfetti. can’t go wrong with a classic. he doesn’t spare you a second glance before snatching it up and leaving.

- you run into him about a week later in the same aisle. it looks like he’s waiting for you, casting disgruntled looks around the store. when his eyes land on you, he lets out a heavy sigh, in some sort of halfway state between relieved and irritated. at this point you’re wondering if you should just move to another town. he crosses his arms and you notice his bicep is as big as your head.

- oleander asks you to get coffee with him. he gets tea and when you get coffee, he rolls his eyes. it’s not subtle. he thanks you for your help, his kid loved the cake. you try to be flattered, but it’s hard when he’s spitting the words out like they’re poison. oleander slides you a piece of paper with his number written on it. you are the first human to not immediately pass out in fear when they saw him, and he needs help being a good father for his human child. logically, you are the best choice for advice. you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

- after you get his number, he texts you semi-frequently. at first it’s only for advice, before it eventually dissolves into more mundane things. oleander is a bit of a serial complainer, especially when it comes to the stupidity of humans. don’t take it too personally, he hasn’t acknowledged it yet, but you are the sole exception save for frisk. he will curse the name of any human who drives below the speed limit, but when it’s you, it’s cute.

- surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for you to be one of the only humans on the planet to know that the relationship between him and rose is for appearances only. to say he’s a bit torn up about it would be an understatement. one night you find yourself comforting on your couch him as he drunkenly laments his lost marriage, made especially awkward by your growing feelings for him. you place your hand on his back and tell him you cant offer him any forgiveness, but his desire to be better in the present for frisk matters more than he gives himself credit for. someone truly evil wouldn’t care to make that step. oddly enough, after that, you never hear about his ex-wife again unless it has something to do with frisk.

- he’s old fashioned, no surprise there, and subtle to a fault. when oleander begins courting you, it’s hard to pick up on. he’s not as suave as he thinks he is. at first he tries the secret admirer route, leaving anonymous gifts in your mailbox ranging from flowers to fancy jewelry. he’s too good at covering his tracks and it’s near impossible to trace it back to him, especially when he’s acting like he doesn’t know anything. it’s his attempt at playing hard to get.

- it isn’t until you’re introduced to frisk that you finally get it. frisk is important to him, he wouldn’t introduce just anyone to them, so when he offered, everything kind of… clicked into place. you ask him if he’s your secret admirer and he fesses up with only fifteen minutes of conversational circles. he’s given away by his teasing smirk.

- dating the king of monsters is not an easy task. it’s all over the papers near instantaneously, much to his deep irritation. however, it’s better to get it out of the way sooner rather than later. he wants to treat you to dinners, make sure your fully wined and dined, he can’t do that if y’all are sneaking around. all that matters is frisk likes you and you love frisk. honestly, as long as you and frisk are on good terms, which it’s nearly impossible not to be, rose will just be happy to be ‘rid of her ex-husband. she’s a bit cold, but won’t be cruel. the longer you’re around, the less she has to deal with oleander.

- oleander is huge and has a lot of body heat. he can pick you up in one hand like you weigh absolutely nothing, and to him, you do. his claws are sharp, but he’s always gentle with you, his touches so light at first, it’s almost as if he wasn’t there. sometimes, he’ll brush a strand of hair from your face with a claw. he’s also got a very awkward smile. even when he’s sincere, it doesn’t appear that way. most of his teeth aren’t just sharp, but giant as well.

[drundertalescum]

7 Underfell AUs? dear lord I am curious.

NYEH HEH HEH!!!

It’s more like 7-conflicting-timelines/backstories which is about comparable with my UT backstories/timelines

Here’s the main 3 that I’m really deep into worldbuilding and ideas for:

Unnamed Timeline/Dulling the Edge Universe - The timeline most of my UF ficlets have fit into so far, though they aren’t perfectly chronological or easy to slot together. The ficlets are a part of a larger UF Flowey-centric story and take place during Flowey’s resets. This timeline is fairly standard Underfell, though it’ll never reach the Frisk era of timelines before the story is up so technically it can be the backstory for a few others I’ll mention

Post-Plague - Underfell backstory I came up with in the Papchat that’s completely incompatible with Unnamed and Glitch. Basically, all differences in Underfell are the result of a plague that struck about 25 years before the start of canon. This is my favorite for worldbuilding. I gotta make a longer post about it someday since I don’t have any stories that could be reasonably set in this version (yet)

The Glitch/ Dark Darker Yet Edgier - My favorite of the 3 because the world-buillding makes no sense. The AU makes no sense. Everyone is dark and edgy. Kill or Be Killed. No one is redeemable. Black and Black morality rules the day. Everyone is a huge fucking badass. It’s all very a e s t h e t i c. Everything is wrong. No one is as they should be. None of these new roles even make sense. Everyone acts like this is how it’s always been but that doesn’t make sense!!! It’s almost as if this universe was created as some kind of hyper-edgy cry for help by a bored, sad, undead preteen who doesn’t know what to do with all that soulless determination and has a few issues they need to work out…

Then there’s these less developed backstories to these fic ideas:

THE BLOOD CLAW KNIGHT AND THE EVE OF EXTREME TERROR  - Asgore & Flowey centric. This was meant to be a part of Unnamed Timeline but it doesn’t quite fit… but it wouldn’t be THAT hard to reconnect to the main storyline, especially if I resign myself to Unnamed Timeline being a bit inconsistent/unreliable. It doesn’t change THAT much

Reader X Parody - (AKA my multiverse crossover shenanigans fic with the reader as a very flimsy plot device with little importance to the actual plot). The brother’s relationship, attitudes and backstory are incompatible with the 3 main universes. I actually have their backstory pretty fleshed out and the only one I could possibly connect it with is Post-Plague, but that makes things harder because of reasons. So It’s really just another standalone

“Fell Papyrus Gets Lobotomized”(working joke title) - An angst/hurt-no-comfort/whump underfell neutral ending fic. It originally fit into Unnamed Timeline as a bad ending to that timeline but the only ideas I have to make this story actually interesting make it incompatible with both Unnamed Timeline and Post-Plague, and it’s not a reconcilable difference. 

Bodyswap AU - Doesn’t fit the 3 main universes

There’s also this snippet which doesn’t really fit any besides maybe Post-Plague or Reader X but I wasn’t counting it in the 7. I don’t remember what i was trying to make it fit.

I remember when i hated Underfell…

[skelimagines]

Can we have UF skeletons and UF Ashore react to a tough boss monster s/o (Maybe even their same species??) who they seem to have interest in spotting that they have many battle scars and they have a aura that scares weaker monsters. Basically badass boss monster of same species

Hmmm... ~Mod Feral

UF Sans

Well, that’s... neat? Honestly, he couldn’t care less if you were his species or bad ass or not, just as long as you let him believe you like him, even if it’s not true. Sure, you being a badass is a bonus, and you being his species is convenient, but neither are required.

UF Papyrus

This all works out perfectly for him. His mate needs to be strong and intimidating, and if you’re a skeleton like him, it means the odds of actual reproduction are at max. He loves that those perks are involved. He couldn’t ask for better.

UF Asgore

While he does wish you weren’t always so intimidating, it is a good quality for one who’s bound to be in a leadership role to have. And since you and him are going to be mates if you aren’t already, that’s a major bonus. He couldn’t be happier.