#undertale fic

[inknanda67]

I decided to start posting some of my complete fanfics on Wattpad/Spiritfanfics that I have in Portuguese, for Ao3.

And the first one I bring you is:

Nine little kicks.

Synopsis:

Months after the former arch-enemies return from their honeymoon, Ink finds himself finally satisfied with his life with Error.

Meanwhile, his perfect married life that had just begun is turned upside down when his ex-guardian feels his chest throb like a kick coming from inside his tattooed ribs, as if something shakes the soul he doesn't have, worried about the fright who took Error decides to take his loved one to the Scientist! Sans was already tired of their faces, but this time it was an emergency.

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It's a cute little fanfic of Ink and Error Sans finding out they're having a baby. :3

It is all inspired by a art made by @itsxroxannex

I made it during the pandemic because i in Lockdown with nothing to do, and I wanted an errorink fic with something silly, cute and dramatic :3

I've currently posted 4 chapters of it :3, and I will only translate the other five.

I hope you like it ^^.

[aylish91]

Thank you so much @mothiepixie for always doing such amazing work and letting me commission you! You never fail to deliver such good works!

Red from, Sea of Hope, is absolutely perfect! Thank you!

[somniseeker]

ding! [ undertale x reader ]

you, have little to no friends, and get added to a random groupchat. imagine your surprise when it's a bunch of undertale roleplayers, or atleast they seem like roleplayers.

series masterlist

pairing: sans aus x reader

cws: fannon blue, i started writing this in peak quarantine - so it’ll die down as the chapters get better but it makes me cringe a bit. thats all so far, besides mental health depictions.

chapters:

“ding!” 01

“early mornings” 02

“girls night” 03

“decision time” 04

“name game” 05

“virtual bonds” 06

extra content:

uno game, filler chapter

character usernames

fanart:

n/a

[beaboepx]

Just practicing with styles

[gillanfryingpan]

I didn’t get to finish these sketches in time for their Ink Tournament face off but have some more Empireverse x FTFO bc I think they would have a silly dynamic

Ink Tournament by nashdoestournaments

FTFO!Ink by Im_Sorry_Buddy

Empireverse!Ink by lunnar-chan

Ink!Sans by comyet

[i-write-but-cant-spell]

Thinking about just soft ass vibes with undertale characters tbh like I just think about fun platonic moments with these characters we’ve all come to care about so much.

Imagine baking on Saturday mornings with toriel frisk and flowey. Flowey complains the whole time but still passes you guys ingredients as you all sing along to fun tunes and bake a myriad of different pies and treats.

And think of late night anime binges and makeover nights with alphys mettaton and undyne just staying up and absolutely yapping about theories and ideas about whatever anime you’re currently watching gushing incessantly over ships and action scenes and everything else you can think of ending the night in a pile of giggles and exhausted laughter.

Of even a game night with papyrus and sans watching them compete with eachother as sans very easily swipes the floor with both of you as you complain about it and forget the pasta that you and papyrus have definitely burnt by now.

Or gardening with asgore as he teaches you and frisk about the different kind of plants you can use to make teas and infusions.

And think mostly of Sunday potluck style family dinners where you all get together a table filled with family, food, laughter and the safety and comfort of people you care about idk just thinking wholesome thoughts.

[zomb5]

"𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤" 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐜𝐰; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐨𝐜??

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body jolting upward; you practically fling yourself ahead on the plush surface you sat on. your breathing is ragged, and your palms are sweating so much they feel sticky when you flex your fingers to make sure you're actually still there.

your eyes watered in what you can only assume to be fear and distress.

you were so incredibly hot, sweating almost violently despite the living room you woke up in being almost frigid. when you wring your hands together to get rid of the dreadful feeling, you take notice of the big black jacket draped over your legs.

lip quirking up a bit in relief, your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and the recollection of where you are quickly sinks in.

you'd fallen asleep at the skeleton household, which was more normal for you these days than not.

given your home in waterfall was a bit of a walk and boat trip away; red and edge let you crash on their couch when you didn't feel like making your way home.

edge would always half-heartedly complain, but ultimately neither of them seemed to mind your presence; relishing it more than anything.

especially red.

turning your legs to hang them off of the couch, you try to steady your breathing. the jacket that covered your legs almost skids off, but you grab it before it touches the floor; hugging it to yourself in an act of comfort.

it was obviously reds jacket, and you found solace in the fact that he thought about you enough to let you use it.

it smelt of cologne, cigarette smoke, and (clearly enough) mustard. the odd combination of scents clashed together in a way that was almost uncanny, and, in a weirdly nice way, it made you feel at home.

you swing the jacket around your person and put it on your shoulders before standing up. your legs slightly wobbled and your head got fuzzy at the quick action, so you stood still for a moment to catch your barrings.

given how late it was the house was almost pitch black, aside from the moonlight that gently cascaded through the open window and onto the green carpet. if you hadn't had the muscle memory you'd probably run into the coffee table on your way to the kitchen to get a drink.

the nightmare you experienced had shaken you considerably. you couldn't remember exactly what happened, but you felt extremely paranoid staying in one spot. it felt like something was watching you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that --no matter how much you tried to reassure yourself you were safe in the brothers' home-- something was after you.

and what better way to stay on the move than to get an unnecessary drink from the kitchen?

passing the coffee table you look towards the open doorway to the kitchen. the rectangular shadow was slightly darker than the rest of the surrounding area which made making your way to it easier than it would've been.

you shuffle into the dark kitchen and grope at the wall to find the light switch. it turns on abruptly when your hand accidentally hits it and you feel your eyes sting at the sudden artificial light.

squinting your eyes and mumbling a few curses, you walk to the (already open?) cabinet to grab a cup. you push your arms through the sleeves of the jacket to better grab it. they were placed annoyingly high up (meaning edge had done the dishes last), so you stand on your toes to knock the cup down which you thankfully caught.

much like the cup, you go through the process of quietly getting milk out of the fridge, pouring it into your cup, and placing it into the microwave to spin.

"..n' what're you doin' up?"

and clearly it wasn't quiet enough.

you jump, startled by the intruding voice. turning around from the microwave to face him, you faux coughing in embarrassment, "m' sorry, i was just gettin a drink. i didn't mean to wake you up.." you offer him a half-hearted smile, slurring your own words as you lean your back against the counter. you reflexively cross your arms, nervous for a reason you couldn't quite discern; like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't have.

red stood in the doorway rubbing at his eye sockets. brow boned creased in confusion as to what the hell you were doing. his voice was much more gravely and baritone than normal as he too, slurred his words. he wore a pair of black boxers with his iconic red sweater, and to top it all off big, fluffy bunny slippers.

he hums in response, and looks almost too pleased to see you wearing his jacket. he doesn't comment on it though.

"mhm," he trails off for a moment, eying the loudly humming and illuminated microwave. "..are you warmin' up milk?" he grins a bit and the humorous edge to his voice wasn't at all missed by you.

rolling your eyes you mumble something along the lines of him being stupid for judging you about your midnight drinking habits, which only makes his grin impossibly wider.

silence stills between you two as quickly as it was interrupted "you never answered my question," he said, now shuffling over to the fridge to get his own drink. you shrug, following him with your eyes, "it's stupid." you mutter. and to you it really was stupid. you'd let silly nightmare spook you into needing warm milk; that was an insult in and of itself. the last thing you wanted was to sound like a child whining about a bad dream.

what you weren't expecting was to be met with the intensity of reds' stare when he pulled his head from the fridge, "try me." he sounded dead serious, closing the fridge with a bottle of mustard in hand.

you stare at him skeptically, and microwave begins to beep. turning around to retrieve your cup, you lean against the counter. the warm porcelain calms you.

"i just had a really bad dream --nightmare-- it put me on edge." red nods in understanding, he was all to familiar with nightmares. "and i know it's stupid. i let a nightmare shake me into getting warm milk but i couldn't go back to sleep-" he cuts you off before you can continue...

[orisretr0]

I had a stroke of genius. On another note, perspective and hands can drop dead and feed the ducks.

also, Alice’s reaction:

Undercover deity goes to @rainachaeri

[starryaike]

Mi first fic ever! Damn! I'm really shy about posting it here (it's really my first real attempt at writing ever), but I figured! Why the hell not! Constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed!

Rating: Gen

Wordcount: 2,080

Summary:

It hits me with the delicacy of a baseball bat to the face, the cold night air from the open window. It takes a moment for me to adjust to the sight of your room covered in shadows, barely illuminated by the faint streetlight that peeks through, and I notice I’m breathing heavily. Ah, so it was a dream.

“A nightmare”, you whisper, out of breath.

A nightmare, yes. My bad.

(or, Chara and Frisk Hurt/Comfort)

[ram-to-the-ham]

You all following me are just gonna have to deal with me Undertale posting for a while because this is the most art inspiration I’ve had in months.

Also here’s a doodle for a fic I’m reading called Rift it is amazing please read it.

[aenor-llelo]

If the homies want to read a pre-canon Flowey save file Undertale fic about the skeleton brothers living out a groundhog day comedy/drama, i've put up the first chapter of Temporal Fenstra (warning: incidentally irish)

if this came on your feed and you don't go to undertale, you don't need to play the game to understand what's going on, we tell you along the way

[somniseeker]

“ding!” [ undertale x reader ]

series masterlist : [here] | chapter one

summary: you can’t sleep, and at 3:49 AM, a notification pulls you into a mysterious group chat called UnderChat. the members—quirky and chaotic sans au’s like ink, fresh, and error—welcome you as their newest recruit, insisting you’re from an alternate universe. confused but curious, you hesitate to believe them, wondering if you’ve stumbled into the strangest roleplay or something more.

3:49 AM

That was the time, obviously. You were not catching a wink of sleep tonight, even though those eyes of yours were pratically burning at this point. Blinking at the bright light which popped up when you clicked a notifaction. "DING!" echoed the phone on full volume: You were just about to scroll through tumblr aud—

Oh.

Oh. . 

You've been added to a groupchat.

Immediately sitting up you rubbed your eyes, curiousity gleaming in them.

UnderChat 

You don't remember downloading that app. . Perhaps you accidentally clicked on one of those explicit advertisements on accident while reading on pirated websites, that seems like a plausible explanation. Still doesn't explain why you're recieving notifactions saying your in a groupchat. A groan escaped your lips as you clicked the notifaction, although accepting the fact this was some sort of call-out cancel groupchat, an accidental add, or it's fake and it's a virus. Probably the latter.

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[ SLEEPRLUVR has joined the group ]

FunkN'Fresh: wellllp ill be diddly darn darned we gots a new funky fresh membah?

GlitchBitch: Stop typing like that.

FunkN'Fresh: noo can do funny magic maannnnnnnnn

[ GLITCHBITCH has muted the groupchat ]

FunkN'Fresh: you maaaaaaad.

Ink: Oh! New member yay, Okay so I can explain this as your probably confused sans!

Ink: Eheh, "how do you know my name" you might ask! wellllp, yknooow the multiverse and all that stuffs? We made a groupchat!

SLEEPRLUVR: what? 

Ink: Okay so a basic run down of how the app works, the three icon's at the side shows you every AU that has joined so far and what their username is - You need to create a profile with yours!

SLEEPRLUVR: what

Ink: Oh— You must still be confused, I'll just do it for you! What AU are you from?

SLEEPRLUVR: what.

Ink: ...

Fell2cool4school: prolly from "what"!tale lmfao

SLEEPRLUVR: no, just wasn't expecting roleplayers in my schedule today. i can do this - what aus are open?

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The chat suddenly went dead silent, leaving you staring groggily at your phone, squinting at the screen. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Does it really take this long to grab a character masterdoc? It's been a while since you last roleplayed, but this felt off. When the next message finally popped up, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

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Ink: Oh, uh... this isn't exactly roleplay, but I get why you'd think that! Anyway, we’ve got a lot of AUs here, so take your pick! Let’s see… there’s Underswap, Underfell, Dancetale, and even some wacky ones like Dusttale and Underlust, but let’s not go there unless you’re into, well, *that* kind of stuff. 

SLEEPRLUVR: ...i’m just going to ignore that last part.

Fell2cool4school: aww c’mon, why skip out on the fun? 😈

SLEEPRLUVR: This is ridiculous. Okay, so let's say I believe this whole “multiverse” thing. Why am I here?

Ink: Well, every AU needs a representative! Think of it like... a council! Each universe gets one member to join the chat, share ideas, keep peace, y’know? And... well, you’re the lucky one picked from your AU!

SLEEPRLUVR: but i don’t even know what AU i’m from. how am i supposed to “represent” it?

FunkN’Fresh: uhhh doesn’t seem too funkay to me, guess they jus got dropped here like a beeboppin’ newbie!

GlitchBitch: Figures. Another clueless one. Just what we needed.

Ink: Don’t mind them! We’ll figure out your AU together! It’s kinda exciting, right?

SLEEPRLUVR: mmm, more like nerve-wracking. can i leave?

Ink: Nope! Once you’re in, you’re in. But don’t worry, we’re all friends here! ...Sort of.

Fell2cool4school: speak for yourself, inkhead. i ain't here to make friends. only enemies. and sometimes frenemies. but mostly enemies.

SLEEPRLUVR: yyyeah, i’m definitely going to regret this. okay, so if I’m stuck here… how do I create this profile thing?

Ink: Just tell me a bit about yourself, and I’ll set it up for you! Favorite color? Likes? Dislikes? Any cool abilities? C’mon, spill!

SLEEPRLUVR: umm… favorite color? any, I guess. Likes? Sleeping. Dislikes? Waking up. Abilities? being normal???

GlitchBitch: Abilities: None. Fitting.

Ink: rainbow, sleeping, normal. Got it! I’ll just make your profile super quick…

FunkN’Fresh: "likez sleeping" heh. typical standard sans bruh.

[INK is typing…]

Ink: Done! Welcome to the UnderChat, SLEEPRLUVR!

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m going to need a lot of coffee for this, aren’t I?

FunkN’Fresh: forget coffee, maaaaan. get some soda in yer veins, get the funky fresh groove goin’!

GlitchBitch: Or you could just log off and get back to your irrelevant existence. Just saying.

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m starting to think leaving this group would be the sanest option.

Fell2cool4school: too late for that, buddy. you're one of us now. welcome to the madness.

     You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you, staring at the screen with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. That was... ermmm, certainly an experience. These people seemed like some serious kinnies or something. You hadn't seen roleplayers this deep in character since the wild days of Danganronpa Kokichi Tumblr drama. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, debating your next move. You had things to do in the morning, so maybe it would be smart to just get some sleep. But then again—shouldn’t you figure out which AU to be? They didn’t even give you a proper list of what was available!

     You could at least deduce a few things. Obviously, GlitchBitch was the Error Sans of the group, with his snarky, broken-text vibes. Ink was, well, Ink, and FunkN’Fresh was soo stereotypically hippie, it was a dead giveaway who he was supposed to be. But who else was in this group—this "UnderChat" as Ink called it? And how were you supposed to see these profiles they mentioned? The whole thing was making your head spin, trying to figure it out.

     Still, as you finally set your phone down and pulled your covers over you, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Yeah, it was weird—being added to some mysterious group chat by what seemed like over-enthusiastic roleplayers—but there was something almost... nostalgic about it. It had been a while since you just sat back and played pretend, no matter how weird the scenario... or old the fandom was.

     Maybe tomorrow you’d hit up the Undertale Wiki and find a cool AU to rp as. After all, if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well have some fun with it.

* A/N: uhm, this was written for ao3 and crossposted on quotev and now we're here. it looks best, imo, on quotev because it comes with extra media!! but im here because ppl can send asks n stuff for extra content of the skellies. please reblog or comment , it helps my motivation

[savi-our]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, W. D. Gaster/Reader Words: 19,089

AU’s - Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Swapfell, Horrortale and perhaps more ;)

Relationships - Various x Reader, Reverse Harem Trope

☕ Heya! Chapter 4 is up and out and I'm happy to say its the longest one yet! Next one ill give more context on reader so I hope you guys like what I've cooked up for her!☕

Chapter Summary:

“You okay?” You turned to Sans, who had now adopted a fuzzy blue glow high on his cheeks, his brows were furrowed and eyes closed. He looked… really uncomfortable, not that you could blame him but the reason why concerned you more. Had you hurt him when you landed on him? He looked like he was in pain.

“yeah uh, just, stop moving for a second will you?” He responded, voice a bit strangled, probably due to the fact that you were right on top of him, straddling him to the net. The position would have concerned you more if he wasn't a skeleton, a human you'd have to be more conscious of, too many sensitive parts, too many social boundaries - very sensitive to touch. Sans? Yeah, no. As far as you knew, skeletons didn't have any of that…. Or so you thought anyway…

“Think you can bear with it for a bit? I think I can get us out of here if I can get to the knot.” You looked up, shifting the bundle in your arms - still squirming in your hold -  to your left arm, freeing up your right  to reach towards the top of the net.

Your position once again shifted, and as you attempted to balance your weight in the wobbly net you felt your thighs scrape against bone, before you could get very far a hand shot up to your waist with a strangled cough from below - you froze at the contact. 

Your eyes slammed down to stare at Sans whose eyelights had disappeared entirely in the blackness of his sockets, the blue hue on his face brighter now than ever - his grin forced as it strained around the corners.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Introducing... 8 am in the (fucking) neighborhood

Papyrus is back with the groceries.

Unfortunately, his Karen neighbor is still mad at him for ruining her perfect white wall.

Alas, Papyrus is in trouble once again! (or not).

You can read it down the line or on AO3:

8 a.m in the neighborhood

Papyrus finally had his groceries. After a long morning that almost felt like an entire year, the house was finally in sight. He took a look at the clock in his car. He had to meet with Undyne at 2 p.m., which meant he would have to leave at precisely 1:38 p.m. to be on time. It would leave him plenty of time to clean the groceries and wait by the door until it was time to leave.

The skeleton turned at the end of the road to park in his alley. Or at least he intended to. Because he had to stop almost immediately.

His two bins were in the middle of the alley again.

Oh no. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Please, please just leave him alone…

A terrible knock on his window made him jump out of his bones. He looked up in disbelief. Here she was once again.

His Karen neighbor.

Papyrus tried to keep his cool. Everyone said he was the most patient monster they had ever met. So he was going to honor them and be patient with her as well. He could do this. He was the Great Papyrus after all!

He forced a smile and rolled down the window.

"DEAR NEIGHBOR, WE MEET AGAIN! IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Something wrong? You dare to ask me if something is wrong? You ruined my wall!"

Papyrus turned around. Ah, yes. He almost forgot the amazing crack he made in that horrible perfect clean white house of hers. She was just dramatic. If he closed his eyes hard enough, no one could notice it.

The skeleton rolled his eyes. Where was he? Ah yes, being patient. He was the great Papyrus and according to Tumblr, he was supposed to be nice and always smiling, because cute boys can't be sad or have a bad day. He couldn't betray his Tumblr fans. He needed to stay in his role. Hum… What would his Tumblr fans do in these types of situations?

Oh!

He knew!

"RUINED IS A BIG WORD. YOU COULD EASILY HIDE IT. I SUGGEST YOU PUT A PRIDE FLAG ABOVE IT AS WE ARE IN JUNE, THE PROUDEST MONTH OF ALL!"

Well, for sure, Karen didn't expect that. Her face turned from angry to disgusted very fast. Did he say something wrong?

"You are one of them?"

"THEM?"

"Those people who are identifying to helicopters and wearing pink thongs in the streets. Don't you think you did enough already? You're going to contaminate the children with your… Ideology. We're respectable people in this street, you can't just show your pink string to the children and call that an identity. That's absolutely disgusting."

Papyrus shuts his mouth in a loud bone noise. He took a deep breath, then made a slow turn towards the screen of his phone, hanging to the opposite window of his car.

"DEAR TUMBLR FANS, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS AS I WILL BE OBLIGED TO USE A LOT OF STRONG WORDS IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS THAT ARE NOT VERY PAPYRUS AT ALL BUT HOLY FUCK. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND."

"Who are you even talking to? Do you hear voices?"

Papyrus forced a huge smile and met her eyes.

"JEEZ LADY, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. I KNEW YOU WERE A RACIST FUCK ALREADY, BUT THAT'S EVEN MORE FUCKED UP SOMEHOW. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A NORMAL THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE? DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT EDUCATION WHEN YOU HAVE THE LEVEL OF EDUCATION OF AN OYSTER."

She gasped loudly.

"I am not an oyster, you sick asshole!"

"THIS IS NOT THE POINT! YOU COULD BE A MOLLUSK OR A CRUSTACEAN FOR ALL I CARE, THIS DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING: YOUR OPINIONS ARE DISGUSTING, HURTFUL, AND DISGRADING. INSTEAD OF BEING JEALOUS OF ME AND MY GROCERIES, WHY WON'T YOU BUY SOME DECENCY TO THE GROCERY STORE? IT'S JUST TWO MINUTES DOWN THE STREET."

"I will talk to your brother about your behavior! If I can't make you realize how wrong you are, maybe he will! I can't believe how immature you are! What a shame for your kind! And gay with all of that! Poor, poor children! What an example you are for them!"

"FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT GAY BUT ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC. SECONDLY, I AM AN ADULT AND CAN TALK TO MYSELF. AND LAST…"

"if it can help, i don't identify as a helicopter but i for sure wear bright pink thongs. they're cute." Sans said from the first-floor window, watching the drama show playing in the street. "also, my bro is right. he's not gay. i am though. need something else?"

Karen opened and closed her mouth in shock, like a dying goldfish. She then let out a scream of rage and left, raging. Sans lazily waved goodbye at her as Papyrus, very satisfied, flipped his two middle fingers in her back. Anyway. He still had groceries to clean.

Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Fuck Karens.

[undertalethingems]

probably no one remembers that i once mentioned i had an angsty idea for why papyrus has so much energy

but if that sounds like fun I have just the fic for you :>

[countthelions]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: W. D. Gaster/Grillby Characters: W. D. Gaster, Grillby (Undertale), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Prompt Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Gaster as the outlaw + grillby as the healer, Small town politics, it rains obvi, my favorite way to trap some guys Series: Part 1 of Under the Joshua Trees Summary:

An outlaw stumbles onto a healer's porch, bloodied and wild. How do they fare with kindness reaching back out to them?