#undertale reverse harem

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem Undertale Fic Idea with OP Mage Reader

So i was sorta just going down a rabbit hole of anti harem fics and one thing came to another and i just started rambling in docs. This is a random revival post but i just had to put the idea out there 😭 I might do a part 2 if it tickles enough people lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You were a mage, scratch that, you were THE mage. A blood bred and soul bound mage at the pinnacle of power. You were a starved and power hungry creature that had done anything and everything in your study of magic. It had gotten you far, much farther than anyone dared admit, and it wasn't an overestimation to say that you had climbed the highest in pursuit of your ever indulgent search.

Your reputation was dirty however, many knew you for the horrors you had summoned, for the debts you had incurred from primordial things deep in the shadows, hushed whispers followed wherever you went and you knew that whilst most were things born from fear induced imaginations of fanatics and cultists, the rumors were stemmed from half truths. Your involvement in anything was a grim omen, your standing in the mage circle was unquestioned, and you were far too intelligent to let scheming old men become your downfall. 

But at the same time, you didn't care all that much about any of it, you held no real affection for other mages, they were dull and far too concerned with bloodlines and traditions to rise to any heights, their arrogance annoyed you and so you reduced your expectations accordingly. However it seems the institution that was responsible for you had other plans.

When monsters appeared you were curious, removed from the world for centuries they were bound to hold new secrets, new curious things to explore. But what you didn't expect was being forced to babysit a gaggle of skeletons who seemed to hate your guts.

You couldn't fathom why it had to be you, you were THE top ranking mage, there was no question, so why were you placed on house arrest and doomed to listen to abuse from the undead band of miscreants you couldnt understand, it baffled you.

Sans was untrusting from the moment he put his eyes on you, his face scrunched in a grim line, he didn't like you, he didn't trust you, you suspect because you were a mage. He often tried to peek into your soul, but you hid it well, a practice you learned with your dealings with infernal devils from down under. That fact put him on edge, you could tell. His conversations with you were curt and short, and he did his best to keep you removed from his mock family and especially his brother. Several times he had threatened you with a bad time in the darker corners of the house, his threats seemed genuine.

Papyrus was an anxious mess, his hands always twisted around one another in your presence, he put on a placating expression whenever you had business with him, but you could tell he was unnerved by you. It didn't surprise you considering he was associated with the embassy, the officials there often warned him of the grim omen, the horrors of maddened mages. His anxiety made you huff more than once, and his respondent flinch was a disturbing reality check every time.

Red was a defensive and rabid dog as far as you could tell. He didn't cut back on his insults towards you, and his disdain for you begged no question. He would throw you disgusted glares whenever he was sober enough to keep his mouth shut and when the bottle found him it was nothing but slurs and mockery, he would often pick a fight with you knowing full well you could not lay a hand on him considering your assignment. 

His brother was worse, a calculated cruelness to his every word. He was smart in his insults, cold and scalding at the same time. He spat his insults with an undisguised venom and often he blamed you for every little thing that was wrong with the world. You were the devil itself, he was convinced of it. Whenever anything went wrong he blamed you, every word you said he took out of context, every insecurity you may have still held onto was exploited and made a mockery of. There were times when you felt yourself almost break your oaths and promises to guard them with your life, Edge held that much power over your breaking anger. He was good at hating, great at his unquestioned disdain for you.

Blue was a silent threat if you've ever seen one, a masked harpy. He wore innocence like a well placed mold. He was one of the only ones that would talk to you purely with the intention of finding what makes you tick. He was smart, you could tell, so he never really picked a fight, but he often insinuated things, twisted your words in the worst of ways. Your deeds and words became misconstrued and dissected as he mocked you with a toxic sweetness all with a question on those faux innocent eyes. 

Stretch was harder to decipher. He was similar to Blue in the way he hid his dislike of you, but instead of innocence he wore an air of laid back coldness. He had almost even fooled you with it, but the way his eyes never left you betrayed him. It took you a while to tell the skeleton expressions apart but once you did, it took no time at all to realize he was dissecting your every move, your every gesture and word was put under a weighted scrutiny. He judged you often and readily and you could often feel his gaze on you even while you left the skeletons well alone. He watched your every move, and you never saw Blue alone, Stretch always seemed to back his brother up in his interrogations of you, and not once did he defend you in your arguments with Edge, knowing full well that whatever Edge was accusing you of was a lie.

It was all a bother, a pain in the ass that made you groan and growl at gods that put you under such annoying tasks. Every night you would patrol the entirety of the property, defending it from silent threats in the dead of night, seen by no-one, heard by nothing. You would dissolve human supremacist groups that threatened the brothers with not a word of thanks, you didn't even mention them, their gratitude would mean nothing to you. You spent cold mornings sewing up wounds and washing away bloodstains whilst  the skeletons berated you about killing some innocent litter of pups for pure sick pleasure all the while you thought of ways to silently dispose of the grotesque eldritch beast you sunk in the swamp out of sight of the brothers blinded eyes. You were good at it, removing anything dangerous from the civilians eyes to protect their peace was the core skill of mages. Every day you would be verbally abused, belittled and insulted and all the while you carried on. 

Then one day another mage made contact with the brothers, well, a mage was perhaps not the right word. a recruit? A potential mage early in the making, a cute little thing with a voice drenched in sugar and eyes made of glass. Some new program to introduce recruits to working with monsters. Another responsibility pushed onto you. But of course you could handle it, you were the strongest scariest mage around weren't you? It made you grit your teeth. The brothers didn't seem to realize they were a mage at all, the newbie had stumbled into one of the brothers traps around the property and gotten bloodied in the process, a fact you were somehow blamed for once again. The brothers patched them up, it gave you whiplash, the attitude change was almost enough to make you sick. 

It took no time at all for all of them to warm up to each other, all the while you were stuck slaving away battered and bruised. The newbie was weak and useless in matters anything magic related. They followed you one night out on patrol, it took them 3 minutes to lose you in the fog and slowly but surely you noticed a growing disdain in the recruit as well, a snakelike jealousy even. It was easy even for them to turn the brothers even more against you, all the while getting closer to them. Something to bond over you supposed. It didn't matter, you were tired, far too tired to care anymore. But perhaps this was for the best. The brothers could be assigned a new mage once the recruit program was done, as useless as they were you were more than happy to give up your spot to them just to be done with all of this. It would all be solved once it was done, what could go wrong. It wasn't your problem, not anymore.

[system-network]

I need more Undertale reverse harem fics with the reader being unbelievably girly

I like the silly tomboy fics, don't get me wrong, but I also hate when they put down girly things for the sake of "being different". Like NO, let the reader dress cute and like pink!!!!!!

[dinosaurguts]

anyone got any good reverse harem fics mine are dry atm and im fienin for my husbands

or doesnt have to be harem could just be a could papy fic or one if the boys

[alex-wolfdragon]

I swear I'm cursed when it comes to rps lol. I find some people who like the same fandoms, have similar styles in doing their turns, and agree that we should share all the love interests. Cause those boys deserve all the love!

And yet, after painstakingly planning everything, we never manage to pass the first day in the rp. Hell, lately I haven't even been able to surpass the first HOUR!!!! Why? Because life's a bitch and keeps getting in the way.

So now I'm feeling like I'm on withdrawal (joking) because all I wanna do is rp and everyone is busy.

That said, if anyone wants to save me from my misery, here's some info on my rp types and styles and other info.

• My turns are detailed. Sometimes to the point that it takes multiple messages on discord. It usually depends on how many characters I'm playing.

• They're written in 3rd person, and stylized like I'm writing a fic. Actions are italicized, and spoken words are in quotations.

• I typically make a "rp house" in Sims because it's easier to track where the characters are. Kinda like in DND. But it's not a requirement.

• The rps I do involve an OC or Persona I choose (and my partners choose for themselves) meeting and eventually romancing, essentially, a harem of sorts. It depends on the fandom.

○Edit: This basically means I like to romance all the Canon romanceable characters. Which means all the Sans and Papyrus variants for Undertale, all the turtle brothers for TMNT, and all the DCA bots (I know some people do more than just Sun and Moon, like Eclipse, Lunar, Solar, etc.) for FNAF SB.

• In regard to the harem aspect, I usually share the Canon romanceable characters with my partners. Which means my rp partner and I can both romance all the romanceable boys or just the characters we're both interested in.

• I don't do rps where the OCs/Personas already know the Canon characters and vice versa. They're always meeting for the first time. Though that doesn't mean they can't KNOW OF each other.

○Ex: Persona is aware of the variations of Sans and Paps because they played the game, but never officially met them until getting isekai'd.

• I don't mind OP OCs or Personas as long as it doesn't get in the way of the fun.

• I will NEVER accept god-modding.

• Fandoms I rp for are Undertale (variations of Papyrus and Sans being the love interests, though I don't mind including Gasters too), TMNT (the boys are aged up and clearly the love interests), and FNAF SB (DCA boys, both animatronic and not, being the love interests).

• I don't mind NSFW, but only to a point. I can talk details in DMs.

• I rp exclusively on Discord, and don't mind doing multiple at once.

• I'm used to having two or more partners in one rp, but I can work with one partner too.

• I refuse to rp a Canon character I'm not confident I can portray properly, and I hope to the stars any partners I get feel the same.

• I only rp with 18+ since I'm 22

I think that's all the important info. So yeah, if this all sounds good to you, then please help me get out of my misery. Or if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.

[ambriolett02]

On a hiatus for a month from today since I have some stuff going on, but I’m posting all the current chapters for my fanfiction from AO3 here for anyone who enjoys some Sans/Reader and Papyrus/Reader content. ^^

The Skeletons’ Castle

Rated Explicit

Current word count: 56,667

Heavy on the angst and hurt!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Reader is an exhausted retail worker with nothing in life to look forward to but finishing her shifts daily, coming home, and playing her new RPG VR dating sims game called The Skeletons’ Castle.

She knew she was probably weird for preferring a monster romance simulator over the ones with the usual ‘hot’ anime male options, but it had just the perfect amount of horror and mature themes she was looking for.

One particularly hard day in her life, reader turns to her game to escape, this time restarting a save file after a particularly brutal ending that leaves her disappointed. What she doesn’t realize, is this is her last and final play through, because she gets transported into the game as a random side character, not even as the main character! And now she can’t exit!

How will she survive this intense game, or rather, her new reality?

Currently working on a cover photo. 🫶🏻

[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

[angelbones32]

HEY IT’S BEEN A HOT MINUTE!! I’ve been busy just thinking about my sona Clementine and their lore and stuff. But I decided to finally take a break and do some self indulgent art here. This is HEAVILY inspired off of the way @theskeletongames draws the skulls. I couldn’t resist..

I dunno maybe I should do more with them because these were so so fun to do

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-1]

Summary: It all started with a housewarming party where only you showed up. Now, you're tangled up with multiple skeletons and a woman that hates your guts for no reason. As much as you want to act like you don't care, you really do, so what do you do now?

It's not like you can survive on your own. Notes: Hi! This is my first undertale fic for the first time in years, if there's any issues, please let me know!! WORD COUNT: 5.2K

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You hated noise early in the morning, it was the one thing you despised more than snobby customers at your shop. So when you heard trucks beeping all of a sudden outside, you almost had a meltdown immediately. You had a short temper, especially with everything that was going on with your work and some competitors. Someone opened up a bakery across from yours, and it seemed prettier so you’ve been fighting for your life out there.

Getting up from your dining table– since you were calculating some additional costs to your bakery and how it’d affect both your workplace and home– you moved towards the window closest to the noise, peeking out from behind the curtains. Big ass trucks, you didn’t know for what though. You squinted and leaned a bit to the right, since the trucks were in front of the house on your left. You finally spotted the big blue writing on the truck, ‘BIG BIRD MOVING SERVICE!!!’, you raised an eyebrow at the choice of exclamations, but honestly it was pretty eye-catching. 

Then it hit you, you have new neighbours … You felt a bit bad with how your brain jumped to groan at the fact you have new neighbours, but you weren’t always a fan of new people because you can’t tell what type of person they are. For all you know, a bunch of murderers could’ve moved in.

…Or the victims of murderers? You had spotted three skeletons– one was wearing a white shirt and a half-sleeved blue unzipped jacket, probably because it was summer, with a lazy grin. They seemed a bit short. The other two were similar in height, one wearing a similar jacket to the shortest one but in orange and it was full sleeved. The other was in darker clothing, sharp teeth, sharp… Skull too? You personally didn’t know how they managed to make their bones sharp, but hey, you can’t judge them.

They seemed similar in appearance, maybe they were siblings or relatives? You’ve met a lot of monsters who look almost identical and claim to be related to each other. So it wasn’t unexpected. But some weren’t related, just from the same species but completely different families. Maybe it could be the same for them. 

The two tall skeletons were talking to a blue bird, who seemed a bit buff but definitely average height. The third skeleton, the shortest one, was talking to a lively but shorter version of the buff bird. They had glasses on and were rambling about something, the short skeleton amusing the kid(?) by nodding along. You can’t tell if he was saying anything or not because his back was to you now. 

You cracked your window open just by a bit, and you could immediately hear the blue bird talk about how smart he was, the games he played, and his classmates. You immediately closed the window. Maybe not today. You didn’t wanna hear a nasally voice who matched the stereotypical nerd appearance. 

After affirming that people had moved in, you went back to the dining table, picking up your pencil and scribbling down some costs. You weren’t a curious person, so you didn’t go over to greet the three skeletons. You could go in a few hours, claim to have just seen the ‘FOR SALE’ sign suddenly disappear and wanted to greet the new neighbours. 

Also, how the fuck did your water bill spike up from $135 to $210?? You must’ve been careless when it came to making sure you didn’t leave the water on while cleaning… You should fix that habit of yours.

After hearing knocking on your door, you immediately got up. Did your delivery finally come? It said it would come tomorrow, oh well, better for you. You grabbed some money from the table you kept next to the door in a drawer, ready to pay the delivery fee since the shop you bought from didn’t cover it online, you might need to switch shops later, something cheaper or something with more variety of tools.

Opening the door, you were met with a tall boney guy– sorry, a tall boney cool guy , his shirt said so. You stared at the containers in his hands, before looking up at him. He looked like the two tall skeletons you were staring at earlier, but dressed really differently now. Could they change that fast?... Also you didn’t order any food, maybe this is a completely different skeleton who was meant to deliver to the other house, despite the fact he wasn’t dressed in any sort of uniform. Or maybe he was a friend who was visiting someone else. 

“Hi..?” You started the conversation, noticing how he was just staring at you with a huge grin on his face. Maybe he forgot to talk. Or he was waiting for you to say hello first, although he came to your house…? 

“HELLO!!” He exclaimed, his volume wasn’t too loud but it was still louder than the average person. The skeleton presented his hands towards you, each hand had one container. One had spaghetti, and the other had… You couldn’t tell actually, maybe it was a dessert? A slice of something. “MY NAME IS RUS! I’M YOUR NEW NEIGHBOUR! ALONGSIDE MY BROTHER AND COUSINS!” He explained, letting you grab the containers out of his hand, smile as wide as it was when he came to your door.

“Oh! Right, I just– I just saw the truck a few minutes ago actually. I’m (Name), I’ve been living here for almost two years, haha. It’s nice to meet you.” You quickly dmade sure to keep a polite tone, stacking the smaller container on top of the spaghetti, offering your hand to shake his. Rus quickly took your hand, shaking it eagerly. Almost causing you to drop the food he had just given you, but thankfully it didn’t fall.

“IT’S WONDERFUL TO MEET YOU! MY BROTHER IS CURRENTLY BUSY CHECKING IF EVERYTHING HE BROUGHT IS UNDAMAGED, BUT WE WANTED TO INVITE YOU TO OUR HOUSEWARMING PARTY… DINNER!! PARTY DINNER YES!!” Rus invited, very eager to invite you to their house, and maybe some others too. You paused, hesitant about going to a stranger’s house. I mean, you thought of it earlier, the whole ‘neighbours could be murderers’ thing. But then again…

“When is it, and will there be other people?” You quickly asked, trying to figure out the information so you could decide. Rus rubbed his chin with his gloved hand, you didn’t notice earlier but you did now, he had red gloves, but they were also slightly orange? Red-orange? You squinted at his hands to try figure it out before he began talking again.

“IT WILL BE AT 6PM TODAY! AND YES! HOPEFULLY! MAYBE! I AM GOING TO TRY TO INVITE MOST OF OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD! I ALREADY ASKED OUR OTHER NEIGHBOUR, BUT THEY CLAIM TO BE BUSY… AND THE HOUSE ACROSS ISN’T HOME!” Rus explained his situation, rubbing his chin before shrugging and placing his hands on his hips. He seemed a bit fashionable in your opinion, or in today’s standards at least. He had jean shorts down to his knees, sneakers, a baggy white shirt with colourful text saying ‘COOL GUY’. He also had a backwards basketball themed baseball cap, and those gloves he wore were red and yellow, which matched his shoes, which were also red and yellow. He had a loose scarf on, but it didn’t seem to look like wool, more like a scarf made for fashion than warmth.

“I’ll try to come then, thank you for the invitation, Rus.” You quickly thanked the tall skeleton, who giggled a small ‘nyeheh’ and skipped off back to his house. He was a bit weird in your opinion, but who could you blame? Everyone’s a bit weird, even yourself. You took your phone out of your sweatpants, looking at the time, it was 4pm, so you had two hours before you went. You opted to check out the food Rus had brought you, walking to your open kitchen. You liked this house a lot because it had an open kitchen, which meant you could watch TV, since the lounge area was right in front of the counter. 

Placing the containers on the counter, you opened the spaghetti first, grabbing a fork from your drawer and quickly rinsing it before twirling the spaghetti around the metal tool and eating it. You forgot to assess if it could possibly be poisoned, but it was already in your mouth so you gave half a shit and ate it. It was a mix of cold and warm, so it was possible that he had made it earlier today and warmed it before he came to give it to you. 

It didn’t taste bad honestly, for a guy who doesn’t have tastebuds (assumably…) he had gotten the taste and texture of the spaghetti to be perfect, you hummed in contentment. Placing the container lid back on and cracking open the second container, sticking the fork into your mouth as you observed the cake. It looked like strawberry shortcake. You haven’t had some in a bit, so you quickly licked the fork clean so none of the spaghetti or tomato sauce was on it, and took a bite of the slice. It didn’t taste too bad, but it didn’t suit your tastes, it tasted a bit off, maybe the strawberries were a bit too bitter. Yeah, it was definitely that. But you decided you’ll eat it later for sure. You wouldn’t want to waste any food. 

So, instead of choosing an outfit, you decided to watch TV for an hour and a half. When your phone rang, you were reminded of the housewarming party you needed to attend. You had decided you needed to go because it would give you a good impression on whoever lives in the house. Then, they wouldn’t bother you anymore. Plus, there's bound to be other people. So they won’t bother with you as much either. It’s a win-win situation for everyone!

Getting up, after turning your reminder off, you walked through your house. It was a two floor house, bedrooms were both downstairs and upstairs, so it was pretty big. The houses in this lane are incredibly similar, but some had only one level, others had wider houses, or bigger backyard space. You only got this house because you had friends who sometimes visited your country, and you liked having people in your house. That, and your family occasionally visits. 

It felt scary to be in a big house all alone, but you had to be independent. It’s a key thing in your life, how else are you going to live? So, sometimes you buy big shoes that look like what a man would wear and place them outside, especially after getting them dirty and all. You had a bicycle and a car, so you assumed it’s all you needed. I mean, the bicycle looks like one that a couple would use, since it has a little area for someone to sit on and already has a cushion on top. It looked a bit worn so it added to the effect of someone living here. 

You hated having to depend on needing to make it seem like someone else was living with you, but you had to be safe. 

Brushing that topic aside, you reached your room easily because it was the second door on the right in the hallway upstairs. You looked through your closet to find something that could look nice on you, quickly finding your long baggy jeans and a baggy white shirt that had a shark surfing, with big bold letters on top of the picture saying “TOTALLY COOL”, your parents bought this a while back and you wore it whenever you could. It was funny.

You weren’t against dresses, you actually had a lot, but you didn’t know how your neighbours thought about dressing up like that for parties or if they were fine with trousers and shirts. You didn’t need anyone to start gossiping about you. As much as you wanted to say you didn’t care about what others thought, you did . No matter how much someone says ‘just ignore them’, or ‘they’re dumb, it doesn’t matter.’ you can’t get rid of the feeling of unease. Especially when it’s obvious they’re gossiping about you.

Dressing up, you just put on some light make up, seeing this as an event where you won’t be the main focus. You decided to put on some concealer and foundation, then began to play around with some lipstick and gloss to make your lips a bit shiny, but not stand out. Eyeliner is a must, but instead of mascara you just curled your eyelashes and decided you were good. You went back downstairs.

Since your trousers were so long, you grabbed a chunky pair of shoes and slipped them on while sitting on the stairs that led upstairs, but instead of tying your laces normally, you wanted to make it look cool. You’ve seen a lot of tiktoks with people tying their laces into bows, or other stuff. Grabbing your phone from beside you, you searched up ‘How to make butterfly laces’. You placed the phone down and watched the video, it took you a good 10 minutes to get a good butterfly, it was a bit hard since you had huge laces on your shoes. 

Satisfied, you stood up and fixed your trousers so it layered over the shoes, the back of the pants catching under your feet slightly. You pocketed your phone after checking the time, you’ll be 10 minutes early if you go now…

Oh well, who cares. 

You grabbed your keys and pocketed it once you had locked the door. You might be just next door, but you never know when someone breaks in. Might as well just make it harder.

Walking over to the house next door, you noticed how the truck was gone now, there was no trace of it ever coming here. You looked at how only some cement split the two front yards, you might have to invest in getting a little fence and a gate… Your other neighbours were a bit nosy too sometimes and you’d just prefer if their kids didn’t try to pick flowers from your tiny garden. You didn’t have a green thumb so it was hard gardening, some plants kept dying or never sprouted for some reason.

You knocked on Rus’s door, you didn’t really know who else the house belonged to so you just labelled it as his. You could hear some shuffling towards the door and a lock being unlocked– a couple of locks actually..? Did they already install locks or something? It’s been just a few hours…??? 

The door opened and revealed someone that wasn’t Rus. Instead, you were met with the skeleton you were looking at earlier, the one with a pointy skull. The embodiment of every My Chemical Romance fan back in the 2000s. He didn’t look the type to like it, but the fans would love him, maybe.

“Hi, this– uh, this is Rus’s house right? I was invited.” You quickly spoke up before he could say something, like you being a random person. Which you weren’t.

“I AM AWARE. RUS HAD ALREADY INFORMED US. COME IN.” He spoke, his voice was a bit similar to Rus’s, just a bit more deeper and hoarse? It was hard to describe it, but it was different. Matched his appearance well. He had stepped to the side so you could walk in. 

Eyes widening, you were shocked at the fact that the house was already decorated and the furniture was in place, seriously, how the hell..???

“Didn’t you guys just move in? How is everything set up already?” You quickly asked, curious on this topic specifically. Maybe if you move in the future, you could ask these guys to help you. I mean, nothing looked out of place or messy, it looked clean as hell.

“WE ARE SIMPLY FAST.” He vaguely explained, not interested in conversation with you as he walked somewhere else, you got the feeling he didn’t want you to follow though. So… You didn’t.

It was a bit awkward, just… Standing in someone’s house. That you didn’t know about…

Speaking of house, there wasn’t anyone else here but you in the entrance. You expected to hear or see someone you knew in the neighbourhood hear, but you saw nobody. You heard some foreign voices that you immediately assumed were the people who lived here, or maybe their friends? Either way, you didn’t know them.

You heard someone rush down, your eyes immediately darting towards the source of the sound, the house wasn’t formatted too differently from yours, so you didn’t have trouble figuring out where the sound was coming from.

“(NAME)! HELLO! WELCOME!” Rus yelled, quickly walking towards you. He seemed conflicted on what to do in greeting, so he offered you a high-five. You looked confused for a second, so he pointed towards his hand. “WELCOME HIGH-FIVE!” He explained, looking giddy. His energy was fortunately infectious so your face broke out in a confused grin, slapping your hand against his.

“Never had a welcome high-five before.” You commented, blowing some air out of your nose from how ridiculous it was. Not that it was bad, it was just a bit funny to you.

“WELL I AM GLAD I GOT TO GIVE YOU YOUR FIRST WELCOME HIGH-FIVE, (NAME)!!! COME!! LET'S GO TO THE KITCHEN!” He ushered you over to their open kitchen, you were right, it seriously wasn't that different from yours. From what you remembered, your landlord owned this place too, so maybe that’s why. They liked keeping things the same. 

“I like how you did the kitchen.” The compliment seemed to brighten Rus’s mood even more, him giving out a quick thanks before he looked around the kitchen. “So.. Is anyone else coming or is it just me? Not that I mind.” You were quick to add the last part, not wanting to seem impatient.

“HMMM… WELL, THE NEIGHBOURS WERE A BIT BUSY, BUT THEY AGREED TO COME ON THE WEEKEND TO MAKE UP FOR IT! BUT I STILL WANTED TO INVITE YOU! AND THE ONLY OTHER PERSON COMING IS OUR GIRLFRIEND!” Rus explained, having needed to think about all the neighbours he had asked. You tilted your head at him when he mentioned ‘our girlfriend’.

“Our girlfriend…???” You echoed, pointing at yourself, then him, and repeating that motion with a confused look. Last time you checked, you didn’t have a girlfriend…? 

“NYEHEHEH!! NOT YOU! ME, MY BROTHER AND A FEW OF MY COUSINS HAVE THE SAME PARTNER! IN MONSTER CULTURE, IT’S A NORMALISED THING. YOU COULD EITHER HAVE MULTIPLE PARTNERS WHO LIKE EACH OTHER, OR PARTNERS WHO ONLY HAVE INTEREST IN YOU, OR JUST A SIMPLE MONOGOMOUS RELATIONSHIP!” Rus ran down the whole concept, speaking like he’s rehearsed it over 20 times, which he probably did. It’s only been about two or three years since monsters came out anyways. Polyamorous relationships weren’t entirely normalised, but they weren’t exactly hated upon. Kind of. You have no clue, you never were in a polyamorous relationship. 

“Ohh. Right, cool. It’ll be great to meet her then, an extra friend for me.” You took it positively, you didn’t really care about who was dating who, you hated all couples equally if they wanted to be all mushy and weird in public.

“YES!!! FRIENDSHIP! WHAT A GREAT WAY TO PLACE IT!! SPEAKING OF FRIENDSHIP, I’LL BRING ALL MY COUSINS DOWN! IT’S ALMOST TIME TO EAT ANYWAYS!!” Rus stated before he jogged off in glee. Does this guy just not run out of joy and whimsy? It was entertaining to watch honestly, it’s refreshing too. You quickly sat down on the tall stool that was placed in front of the counter. You might need to get one of these, you never thought of getting a stool or two for your own counter.

After a few minutes, some– no, a lot of people came down. Holy shit, Pitbull needs to make a song about an 8 person party now. One’s company, two’s a crowd, eight’s a party..??

You looked at how there was a pattern in these guys. Short ones had a similar skull structure– and they all were the same height…?? Somehow?? Then the tall ones were also all the same height, maybe give or take a few inches for all the skeletons. Some of them seemed a bit taller but some were a bit shorter but they were definitely all in the same range. The tall ones had the same skull structure too– similar, actually, some of them had sharp teeth. One having a golden tooth that matched a short skeleton, were they brothers? Matching tooth core?

“Hi.” You greeted them, you got a lot of greetings back, Rus ushering you to the dining table to sit down. 

You sat at the right corner of the table, on your left, the cool skeleton who greeted you with a high five sat. In front of you, sat a short skeleton that seemed to hold himself as high as the sharp skulled skeleton you met earlier, then sat at the head of the table was the golden toothed skeleton, the tall one. The one sitting across from you seemed to be content talking to the person on his right, which was the guy you’re assuming is the golden tooth’s brother, since they both had gold in their teeth…

A few minutes pass and everyone is chatting away, you contributed a bit but remained silent as possible, feeling a bit awkward. The guy at the head of the table on your right was also silent, guess he wasn’t a fan of talking either. Something to relate to, I suppose. 

Suddenly, there was rapid knocking at the door. The sharp-boned skeleton got up and opened the door, you leaned forward on the table to see who was there. It was a girl, was that their girl–

“Caesieee!!” The new girl squealed, hugging the skeleton that opened the door for her. Was that his name? Caesie? Probably. Maybe?? You didn’t know but you figured that you might learn later. In the peripheral of your eyes, you saw the skeleton sitting across from you grimace at the girl’s entrance, weird.

“ANAIA, JUST ON TIME.” He greeted her, patting her back before leading her to the table. You were going to introduce yourself but Anaia seemed to want to talk about something, and immediately went off on a ramble, most of the skeletons encaptured by what she was saying.

“– So, I was talking to her right after, and you know what she said? That she didn’t care if he cheated or not, because then she can actually get divorced with him? It was so crazy!” Anaia had given an ending to her story, which you were listening to. Kind of surprised as well.

“Was that like… Something she’s just been waiting for? Like for ages?” You asked, and her eyes widened at the sight of you, as if she didn’t know you were even there. You didn’t blame her, you didn’t speak up after she arrived.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t see you there! But yeah, I think? I have no clue, but my name’s Anaia! Who are you, girly?” She asked, smiling. You liked how she spoke, she seemed nice. Smiling back, you introduced yourself, mentioning that you were invited because it was a housewarming party at first. Rus nodded and smiled. He seemed a bit tense now, but you didn’t know why. 

“Oh! It’s sooo nice to meet you!” And with that, she went back to talking to the skeletons. You wanted to say something more but kept yourself quiet, maybe you shouldn’t intrude. It could make you seem weird. Maybe annoyingly persistent.

As Anaia kept talking, you just sat in your seat. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, Rus and Caesie went off to get the food and began to set it on the table. Once they sat down, they announced everyone could start eating, to which they did. You did too, you didn’t eat on purpose so you could just eat here. 

The food was great as expected, munching down on your food you kept your eyes on your plate. Silent and listening to everything everyone was saying. You suddenly saw a bony finger tap twice near your plate, but it wasn’t loud enough for anyone else to glance at you or the intruder. It was by the golden tooth skeleton, who gestured towards the skeleton across from you with his head.

“Oh, uh. Did you need something?” You asked, lowering your spoon down, you were in the middle of eating rice and steamed vegetables.

“Yes. What’s your name?” He asked, his voice wasn’t as loud as the tall ones, but it still had a distinct personality to it, the sound of it was stable.

“Uh, (Name).” You repeated your name for the third time today, surprised he didn’t hear it when you were introducing yourself to Anaia. Maybe he zoned out? “You?” Returning the question back to the skeleton, he seemed to smile a little bit more, it didn’t feel like it was out of friendliness but more of a formality. 

“Palace.” He introduced himself easily, crossing his arms and leaning onto the table once he placed his arms onto it. “What Do You Do For Work?” Another question was shot at you. So you had to think for a moment before deciding to talk about both. 

“I work at a bakery. I also have a workshop online and physically, but it’s something I do on the side.” You did carpentry for fun, honestly. It was something you grew up doing with your dad, and just carried it into your daily life. Saved some furniture costs back when you moved in for the first time.

“Workshop?” He repeated, curiosity evident in his voice as he placed his head onto his hand, his fingers pressed softly against where his cheek was. Could you call it a cheek? He didn’t have a hole where there was supposed to be one, so maybe you could.

“Yeah, I do carpentry.” You replied, shoving another spoonful into your mouth. Chewing as you stared at him, he stared back with the same intensity. “What about you?” Your chewing muffled your words, earning you a disapproving look from him, but he still answered your question.

“I work as a lawyer.” Choking on your food, you swallowed and coughed a bit. Rus looked over at you immediately, patting your back instinctively. You gave him a thumbs up and drank some water, and he left you to be. 

“No way, really?” It was cool, you never met a lawyer before. But he may have taken your surprise to be shocked that a monster could be a lawyer, judging by his face. You quickly waved your hand in front of his face, making him move back and raise an eyebrow. “Not– not like that. I’ve never met a lawyer before, you seem nice for a lawyer too. I mean– I usually see them being rough and mean and stuff, y’know?” Rushing your words out, Palace smirked before moving your hand down to let you know you can suck your hand back to your side. 

“No need to act so shocked, for Toriel’s sake. I assume you’ve never ran into trouble if you’ve never met a lawyer.” To which you replied by shaking your head, he hummed. Knowing he was right. There was a few seconds of silence between the two of you, save for the skeletons and Anaia talking to each other. It felt like Palace was assessing you, so you just continued to eat your food. You were almost done eating before Palace cleared his throat. Is that even possible?

“Slim.” He muttered, the golden toothed skeleton immediately looking at him. Palace nodded his head towards you, you stared at him, confused. But ‘Slim’ seemed to understand immediately. In Palace’s perspective, he wanted his brother to talk a bit. It’ll help Palace assess you too. 

“i’m starting work as a music producer soon.” Now his voice was a mix of Caesie’s voice and a lazy one, talk about weird genetics. Do genetics even affect vocal chords? 

“Really? You like music? When are you starting?” You asked, curious about him now. You turned your body to face him, he seemed hesitant to continue but did.

“uh, next week.” He replied, scratching his neck. “i like music, yeah. you?” 

“Love it. Do you have any favourite artists?” And soon enough, the two of you were talking back and forth. Seems like music was a good common ground between the two of you, he even began asking more about your bakery and carpentry jobs. You noticed Palace was just staring while the two of you talked, so you looped him back into the conversation, which Slim matched.

Soon enough, the party was over as it got late. Rus volunteered to walk you out but nobody but Comic, who you learned was his older brother, responded. Everyone else– but Palace and Slim, you suppose– was busy with Anaia, you noticed him deflate a bit at the lack of response. Patting his back with both of your hands, like a bongo, you told him to speed up or else you might go back home in the morning with how slow he was. He took that comment as a joke, laughing and speeding up. Palace and Slim followed a bit curious on which house you lived in.

“That was nice, next time I’ll try to learn everyone’s name, haha.” You told Rus, walking towards your house on the sidewalk with him next to you, and the other pair behind you. You glanced behind, looking at them. “Why are you guys following? Not to be rude, just curious.” 

“wanted to see where you lived.” Slim answered, Palace humming in agreement as he kept his arms crossed. 

“...So you could break in and rob me..???” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in pseudo-concern. Not genuine with your question. “AH! NO! TRUST ME!! THESE TWO WOULD NEVER ROB SOMEONES HOUSE!” Rus rushed to defend them, Palace chuckled lightly as you tried to let him know it was a joke, but he cut you off before you could. “THEY’RE LIKE VAMPIRES! ASK TO COME IN AND THEN THEY’LL ROB YOU!” He joked, which caused you laugh heartily, Palace guffawing and entering a playful argument with Rus. Slim giggled, simply liking the ambience. 

You stopped in front of your door, the others on the steps to your house. “Welp. It’s time for me to sleep, see you guys whenever.” Giving them a quick wave, you went in after they gave you their own goodbyes. You were quick to close the door, slamming it shut and locking it. Sighing loudly, you were exhausted, you didn’t expect to be so socially drained from a party where more than half the people didn’t even talk to you.

You quickly moved upstairs having kicked your shoes off somewhere in the middle of the house. You took your clothes off and changed into some pajamas, deciding to shower in the morning.

Fuck, you hated socialising so much.

[yuckydraws]

A lil oneshot that I'm thinking might become the start of an ongoing fic? We'll see.

Pairing: (HT Sans/reader) with hints of (UT Papyrus/reader)

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Build Up My Heart

It’s fucking hot.

You wipe the sweat off your brow and sigh, looking at all the work you and your team accomplished today. You’ve finally finished the framing for the guest house this family of… rather odd skeletons, have hired you to build. And you understand why.

This already large, cabin-like home is practically overflowing with them.

In your time here, you’ve counted at least twelve.

Twelve people. In one home that, yes, is large, but can’t hold more than maybe five or six bedrooms. 

It’s a wonder they haven’t ripped each other’s heads off - you’ve overheard a fight or two when you’ve taken your lunch on the lawn… and man do some of them argue.

When you first started working here, you swore you were going crazy. Almost every time you saw one of them it was one you’ve never seen/met before. Yet they all seem to look alike in some way, though you’ve kept that to yourself. Maybe that’s just how it is for skeleton monsters, who are you to say something ignorant like that?

Sans and Papyrus, the two skeletons you’ve spoken with the most, have been patient with every setback this project has had, though you can almost see the exhaustion in their sockets every time they pop over to talk progress. Makes you wonder if they’re the “peacekeepers” of the home.

But, then again, you suppose you shouldn’t be wondering too much. You’re just here to work, get the job done, and eventually move on to the next. Which will likely be another cookie cutter house in a subdivision.

… you’ll admit, though, that you’re going to miss seeing some of the wacky things they do.

And seeing that absolutely gorgeous garden of theirs.

It’s basically your dream. It packs an impressive variety of fruits and vegetables all neatly growing in raised garden beds. Marigolds are scattered about, likely to keep pests away, and there’s much more flowers where that came from - all of which look happy and content if their blooms are anything to go by. Whoever planned the garden, took convenience into account as well. An array of herbs grow right behind the decorative arch to the entrance of the garden. Just in case anyone just needs to grab a quick little something for a recipe.

Stars, you’d love to trade your apartment windowsill, grown out of an old milk jug, herbs for a lovely stroll to this garden. Who wouldn’t?

It also has a line of fruit trees lining the north side of the garden, likely so as not to block the sunshine. Whether those were here when they purchased the land and they planned the garden around it, or not, you wouldn’t doubt that whoever planned this garden would have the foresight for that. 

Currently, ripe peaches hang from one tree, and apple blossoms grow on another. Makes you wonder what the other two trees produce, but they must not be in season at the moment with their bareness. 

As if all that wasn’t enough, they also topped off this garden with strewn lights, stone pathways, and goofy gnomes.

A garden like this looks like a full time job, yet you’ve never seen who tends to it. You’ve seen some of the household members pick from it, but never who makes sure the weeds stay away, or who manages the more sensitive plants.

You wonder who it is.

“Hey, didn’t ya hear?” A voice calls you from your thoughts. You pry your gaze away from the garden and meet your coworker’s gaze. “It’s quittin’ time.”

“Yeah, I heard.” You confirm, slipping your gloves off. Not that those gloves protect your hands from the rough calluses littering your palms, but they do help them feel less sore at the end of the day. “The boss wants me to meet with those skeletons to go over the next step.” You thank whatever is up there that you actually have an excuse for your daydreaming this time.

“Right, I forgot that you’re a bigwig supervisor now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, that title hardly means anything yet. “Well, we’re all meetin’ at Al’s for drinks, if ya wanna join later.”

You would rather not.

“We’ll see, thanks Ron.” You neither accept nor decline. He gives somewhat of a salute before slipping away with the rest of the bunch.

Slipping your hardhat off, you await the arrival of your boss, scrolling on your phone in the meantime. It’s not long until you hear the rumble of his truck pulling up, and you quickly pocket the device in your hands. 

Out hops Ted, clipboard in hand and that aggravating smile on his face.

He’s nice enough, but something about him has always felt a little fake. However, playing nice with the boss was what got you this promotion, so you’re not about to jeopardize that now. Waving you over, he greets the skeleton brothers who approach him rather quickly. Must have been waiting just like you. Eager wouldn’t begin to explain how much they want this project to move along.

You catch the tail end of greetings, shaking both Sans and Papyrus’ hands as you’re formally introduced (though, you’ve already had multiple conversations with them while working). Your boss cracks some jokes that you half laugh along to, before he finally gets down to business. Listening intently, and chiming in when necessary, you learn what you already knew. Plumbing, HVAC, electrical, etc. needs to happen before you and your team can continue. It’ll be contracted out, yadda yadda yadda.

Just as you’re beginning to think you have no reason to be a part of this conversation, it’s… over. Yeah that was a waste of a half hour, though you suppose you may be giving clients this talk at some point so it’s likely important to hear.

Ted wraps things up, shakes their hands again, and takes his leave. Sans slips away after that, claiming that he has something that he needs to get back to. You almost follow and take your leave as well, but Papyrus, who’s always been more social, gets you pausing.

“WELL, HUMAN, I SUPPOSE WE WON’T BE SEEING YOU FOR A LITTLE BIT.” He says. You’ve long since gotten used to his loud voice. You smile.

“Gonna miss me that bad?” You tease. Oddly enough, a light flush of orange rises to his cheekbones. Interesting

“W-Well… I ALWAYS ENJOY OUR TALKS WHEN I BRING OUT WATER.” He blurts. Ah, yes, the water. Ultimately unneeded, but very much appreciated.

“It’ll be a few weeks, at most.” You remind him. He beams at that.

“YES, I SUPPOSE YOU’RE RIGHT.” He agrees. It warms your heart that he seems to care even that much. It’s not often homeowners even talk to you and your crew, let alone be as kind as Papyrus has been. “WELL, YOU’VE HAD A LONG DAY, I WON’T KEEP YOU.”

You check your watch and wince.

“Yeahhh… I still got to run to the store to get some tomatoes for this recipe I’m making, so I should-”

“WE HAVE TOMATOES!” Papyrus all but blurts. You blink up at him. That orange flush is back.

Huh.

“We U-Uh… WE HAVE THAT GARDEN, I’M SURE YOU’VE SEEN IT!” You tilt your head at his words, not wanting to assume where he’s going with this - he is a client after all. “WE HAVE PLENTY, YOU SHOULD PICK SOME AND SAVE YOURSELF A TRIP.”

At any other jobsite, you’d have quickly refused… but something about his hopeful smile and genuinity of the offer has you softening like butter. Plus… you’d get to see that beautiful garden up close.

“You sure? I don’t want to overstep…”

“POSITIVE! I THINK BEAR IS IN THE GARDEN RIGHT NOW, HE COULD SHOW YOU WHERE THEY’RE PLANTED!” 

“Bear?” You ask, wracking your brain for which skeleton he’s referring to. You haven’t been introduced to many of them.

“YOU HAVEN’T MET HIM.” Papyrus says with absolute certainty. “HE AVOIDS TENDING TO IT WHEN YOU GUYS ARE HERE WORKING.”

Oh.

“Well, are you sure he’ll want me wandering in there, then?”

“OH, I’M SURE HE’LL BE ALRIGHT WITH IT, HE JUST… HAS TROUBLE SOCIALLY. HE’S NICE, THOUGH.”

You hesitate. This Bear obviously enjoys gardening in the peace and quiet, who are you to interrupt that? However… it’s nearing 7pm and you’re ravenous. A trip to the store sounds like torture. 

As if sensing your dilemma, Papyrus pivots, placing a hand on your shoulder and urges you back around the house. “I’LL GO WITH YOU, TO ASSURE YOU ALL IS WELL.” You just nod and follow along, both because it feels like nothing you do will change his mind, and because of your selfish desire to just get done with this day sooner.

Your workboots sink into the plush clover lawn as you both make your way across the backyard to the garden. Your eyes are captured once again, by said garden, and you almost don’t notice the rather large skeleton tending to the flowerbeds in towards the front until Papyrus speaks from across the short fencing.

“BEAR, IS IT ALRIGHT IF MY FRIEND HERE PICKS SOME TOMATOES?”

You look to where Papyrus is speaking, and the first thing you see is the gaping hole in this skeleton’s head.

Holyfuckisheokay?? How-

You look to Papyrus in concern, but see him just… smiling down at you? Confused, you look back to this skeleton, crouched behind a garden bed and lock eyes (eye?) with the bloated, bright red eye-light filling the socket that isn’t scarred from his head wound. You… can’t tell what he’s thinking, with that blank expression of his.

But seeing as this is apparently normal for him, you’re now worried you’ve offended the guy.

Maybe magic helps monsters survive the seemingly unsurvivable? It’s not like he has any internal organs in his skull… maybe that’s why-

You’re pulled from your thoughts as this apparent behemoth stands up.

Oh.

Oh my.

You’re beginning to understand why he’s called ‘Bear’. He’s certainly a bear in every sense of the word. Large, imposing, intimidating… and did you mention huge?? Now, you aren’t small. You’ve kept up in construction for almost a decade now and it shows… but you still feel like a twig, craning your neck to look up at him.

However, the dirt covered overalls he’s wearing, definitely takes away from some of his initial intimidating demeanor.

“... sure.” He rumbles, blank expression still giving no clue to where his mind is.

Holy fucking baritone-

Papyrus pats you on the back and beams at Bear.

“THANK YOU! I’M GOING TO START ON DINNER, OKAY?” You numbly nod, trying to force your thoughts away from where they want to go. “SEE YOU IN A FEW WEEKS, HUMAN!” Tearing your eyes away from Bear, you wave back to Papyrus and watch him retreat into the home. You wait until he’s inside to take in what you hope is a subtle deep breath.

You about leap into the air, when you turn around and find Bear right behind you, at the entrance of the garden. Clutching your chest, you remind yourself to relax. How’d he get there? And so quietly, too…

And you swear you see this giant quirk the smallest of smiles at your jumpiness. 

He thinks he’s funny, huh? Asshole.

You stare up at him, flushing and definitely not pouting. “Ah, uh, thanks for letting me steal some tomatoes, you’re saving me a trip to the store.” You decide to be polite. After all, you were the one to gawk first, perhaps you deserved a bit of payback.

He just grunts.

And you both just… stand there. After a few moments of silence, you speak up.

“So… where are they?” You inquire, glancing around at what you can see of the garden, but it’s hard when you have a seven foot wall of solid skele-man right in front of you. 

“where are… what?” He asks.

You tilt your head. He just said…

“The tomatoes?” You try, maybe he spaced out when Papyrus asked him if it was okay… and when you just mentioned them a second ago?

He seems to recall something, if the twitch of his bone brows are to say much. Nodding, he turns and lumbers through the rows of flowerbeds. Assuming that’s an invitation for you to follow, you rush to fall into step behind him and his large strides… but, you quickly fall behind as you start to admire the garden’s beauty up close. Your steps slow as you stroll past the growing cauliflower plants. These can be incredibly hard to grow… how did he…?

You gingerly touch one of the leaves, and look up to Bear, who’s stopped and turned to look at what’s keeping you.

“How do you get these to grow so well?” You ask, smiling excitedly at him. He blinks, large shoulders relaxing a bit, as if he was expecting you to ask something else.

He reaches into his overall pocket, and slips out what looks like a very well-loved notebook. You watch curiously, but patiently as he opens it and flips through it. You’re unsure what the notebook has to do with his answer but you’re willing to wait and find out.

He pauses on a page and looks back to you, seeming to ponder something before deciding ‘fuck it’, as he approaches you and hands the book to you. It’s got various dirt stains, and some pages have been taped back in where they’ve come loose, so you treat it with care as you take it from his grasp. And there, on the page you see notes in small, neat handwriting. Research notes, with drawings and everything. The topic being the little cauliflower plant you’re standing next to.

Some of it seems to just be information taken from the internet and put in short form, while others seems to be from actual trial and error. You skim his writing, noticing that he’s scratched some things out but towards the end, he seems to have figured out the perfect schedule for the plant to thrive.

You’re tempted to flip through the book and read more, but you refrain. That seems like an invasion of privacy.

“Wow, that’s really cool that you go as far to take all these notes. You must really enjoy this, huh?” You ask, handing it back to him. He stares at it in his hands for a moment, before putting it back in his pocket.

He just nods.

“Not much of a talker?” You tease lightheartedly, trying to see if you can get any sort of… anything out of this guy other than blank staring and slightly intimidating silence.

He shrugs, and turns back around, leading you again.

But you’re not done.

“You’ve really built something beautiful here, ya know?” You continue. He just keeps walking. “This is amazing! It could almost be considered a small farm! Though, I guess with all your housemates to feed, it’s just a garden, huh?”

Still no answer, but you swear he starts walking a little faster if the way you have to almost jog to keep up is anything to go by.

“The flowers too? Man, this must be a full time job that, I’ll be honest, I’m a little jealous of! I’d be in here all day if I was able to! This is absolutely gorgeous, Bear! Do you take care of this all by yourself? You really have a talent, I hope you know that.”

Suddenly Bear stops, leaving you to walk right into his back… which given his height means you faceplant right into his spine. He barely budges, yet the force of it knocks you on your butt. You grunt and rub at your smarting nose. Damn, this dude is solid.

His red light stares down at you, from the corner of his good socket. He doesn’t apologize, or offer you a hand, just simply points to the tomato plant in front of him.

“... tomato.” He mutters, then takes his leave, stepping over your sprawled legs and heading back to the flower bed he was working on.

… huh, you could’ve sworn, you saw the faintest hints of blue on his cheekbones.

Chuckling to yourself, and once again, thinking that these skeletons are silly, you pick yourself up and dust off your pants. Not that. You really need to dust off your already dirty work clothes, but it feels right.

You lean over the tomato plants in question, finding quite a little variety in the garden bed. Roma, cherry, black krim, campari - and those are just the ones you can name. Dinner in this house must be full of all the most delicious, fresh produce.

Once again, you’re a little jealous.

You pick a few ripe and tasty looking romas, and call it good. While you’d love to experiment with some of the others, this was a kind offer from a friend and given to you by an acquaintance, you’re not about to take advantage of either of them. Holding your goods protectively to you, you wander back to the entrance of the garden, where Bear is once again knelt in front of one of the flowerbeds, tugging at some stubborn looking weeds.

He glances at you as you approach him. You hold up your three tomatoes and grin at him. “Thank you for these, you saved me a trip to the store!” A nod is all you get. “And… speaking of the store, I feel bad just taking these, I have cash?”

That gets him to fully turn his skull to look at you, and you take that as a yes.

“This is about a pound, I’d say, so how about I just give you an even $5?” You offer. Yet again, he just stares. 

“... I mean I can look up how much it is at the store or you can give me a price too, if you’d rather…” You ramble, feeling a little awkward under that stare of his. You just met the guy today, and he’s proving to be extremely hard to read.

You’re about to just reach into your pocket and pull out a $10 (way too much, but you’d pay anything to get out of this awkward silence), when your stomach growls rather loudly. His stare moves to your belly.

“Ah, uh, yeah it’s dinner time, huh?” You try to joke it off. His light flits back to your face, and finally, he just waves you off.

“... You don’t want money?” You ask tentatively. He shakes his head.

“... go home.” He rumbles, yet his tone isn’t rude, “go eat.” He adds. Your shoulders release tension you didn’t even quite realize was there and the awkwardness finally fading, and you offer him a grateful smile.

“Thank you, it’s been a long day. I really appreciate it.”

He hums.

“... and I hope you know you don’t have to wait until our team leaves to tend to your garden. This is your home, we’re just working here.”

He raises a skele-brow at your words, looking unimpressed as he gestures to the sizable hole in his skull. You hold back a wince as you remember your reaction. You know the guys you work with, and you also know that your reaction is probably going to be the most tame one he gets.

“Right… I uh, I’m really sorry for how I reacted, I thought it was a recent injury and I was worried you needed an ambulance or something cause humans can’t survive something like that, but that was really insensitive.” You murmur. His stare seems to slightly soften at that, but you barely notice that as an idea pops in your brain. Instantly, you brighten. “Wait here! I’ve got an idea, I will be right back!”

And with that, you start a careful jog to your old, beat up truck - not wanting to drop your precious produce. Once there, you deposit your small bounty into your upside down hardhat to keep them from rolling around, and then pop open your rather dirt-covered glove department. You’ve never really found the point in cleaning your truck that often when you just dirty it everyday after work. Digging through the mess of papers there, your hands find that knit fabric they were looking for.

“Ah hah!” You exclaim excitedly, closing your vehicle’s door and rushing back around the house to the garden that you left Bear at. He’s since moved on to a different flowerbed, but no amount of kneeling would hide that big frame of his and he’s rather easy to spot because of it.

Hearing the crunches on your loud footsteps in the gravel, he turns, seeming a little surprised that you actually came back.

You hold up the beanie in your hand, grinning at him as you let him connect the dots, it was one of your first crochet projects… and you misread the amount of links you’d need for it, resulting in a beanie that was ridiculously large for your head. You had meant to toss it or take it apart for the yarn, but it found its way into your glove department, and that’s where it’s stayed for almost a year. 

However, it seems to be the perfect size for this skeleton giant in front of you.

“Wanna see if it fits?” You ask, stepping closer. In your excitement, you don’t connect the dots that his skull might be a no-touching zone, and reach to slip it on. He quickly leans away from you, eyeing the beanie warily.

“Oh, right. Sorry, here.” You hold it out in an offer. He hesitantly takes it, staring at it for a long moment before glancing up to you. “It’ll stretch, if you’re worried about it catching those edges.” You assure him, not sure how sensitive the area around his injury is, but figuring it’s better safe than sorry.

After a few more moments of silence (that are beginning to feel a little less awkward), he slowly and carefully slips the beanie on his skull. He makes sure to stretch it and hold it a little ways away on his injured side of his skull, and soon it’s sitting nicely on his head.

A perfect fit.

“There! Now it’s hidden!” You say. He tilts his head. “I know it’s not fair that you can’t just waltz out here in broad daylight while we’re here without worrying about feeling judged, but it’s also not fair to have to hole yourself inside and wait until we leave to do your thing. I mean, it’s almost dark and you’ve got a lot more to do, and these string lights only illuminate so much.” You explain.

He nods, slipping it off and moving to hand it back to you, as if he’s not aware it’s a gift.

“Keep it, think of this as a trade for the yummy tomatoes! Plus, I think you look cute in it.” You say, smiling again as you see the slight blue return to his face. “If you decide you don’t like it, feel free to do whatever you’d like with it, it’s not like it’ll fit my head anyways.” You say with a little laugh.

A low rumbling noise escapes Bear. You tilt your head, and it doesn’t click until you see the smile on his face and his shoulders bouncing slightly. He’s chuckling at you.

You ignore the growing warmth on your face at hearing more of that very attractive voice of his, and let out a few little giggles of your own, closing your eyes as you do.

So, you’re none the wiser when Bear slips the beanie off of his head and moves closer to you in that silent way he does. It’s not until he plops the article onto you that you sputter and open your eyes, only to be met with your lashes brushing against the yarn and your vision being hindered by the way the beanie practically reaches the bottom of your nose. Reaching up, you lift it up and find Bear grinning at you.

“... no, it doesn’t… does it?”

He’s making fun of you. Again.

Jokingly pouting, you slip it off and toss it back at him, where it bounces off his chest harmlessly and falls into his lap. He guffaws at that, his little chuckles turning into a deep belly laughter. 

It’s infectious, and soon, you’re joining in again.

It’s not until your stomach makes your hunger loudly well known again, that he sobers, looking serious once again.

“... you need… to eat.” He reminds you.

You smile sheepishly, and try not to be too disappointed at having to leave. You were just getting him outta his shell a bit!

“Yeah, I do. Your dinner will be ready soon, too, I bet.” You say, shifting your weight on your feet as you stall just a moment longer. “I uh, hope to see more of you.”

He just stares again, but there’s a sharpness missing in his light.

“Goodnight, Bear.” You say, pivoting to take your leave. He doesn’t say anything right away, and you just assume he won’t, given what you’ve learned about him today.

But as you start to walk back to your truck, you hear a quiet, “goodnight.” from Bear. You smile again, turning to give him a little wave that you don’t see if he returns as you round the corner of the house.

[savi-our]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, W. D. Gaster/Reader Words: 29,010

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

Relationships - Various x Reader, Reverse Harem Trope

☕ I know I'm late but chapter 6 is up and ready! Its a bit inner monologue heavy but I hope you'll forgive me for that. Hope you enjoy!☕

Summary:

An unfortunate accident one dark winter night sweeps you off your feet and leads you into a chance encounter with a house full of skeletons! They’re charming, witty and punny all around, but for reasons only known to you - you escape their friendliness intending to never step foot near the woods, or the skeletons, again… or that was the plan at least. What you couldn't have expected was that they're rather stubborn, and for some reason very intent on befriending you? No matter how much you avoid them or how many excuses you provide - they just keep popping up?! Why you?! Why now? And why are there so many?!

Will you be able to ward off your new skeleton suitors and keep your age old secrets, or will you succumb to their wily charms and submit yourself to their affections despite your unnatural circumstances? Will you be able to come to terms with befriending them or will you abandon it all, leaving them and all they are in the dark…

A tale as old as time, in which the reader goes through all 5 stages of grief trying to avoid the skeletons, with very little success and a ridiculous amount of shenanigans.

[isilmelinde]

Hi! I’m just booping you and i got curious, tell me more about your undertale fanfic please?

I'd love to!

What all would you like to know?

Black Orchids and Ivory Bones is an OC focused fanfic set in what is technically the alpha timeline but is an AU I have created where there were monsters who didn't get sealed underground with everyone.

It's a reverse harem with multiple AUs. The current AUs that are included aside from the OG universe are: underfell, underswap, and swapfell. It's ongoing and I actually have the next chapter ready to post tomorrow. 😁

It is rated Explicit on AO3, just so you are aware. I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

If you have any other questions or wanna talk headcanons feel free to ask!

~IsilmeLinde 💜💜

[hello-quiet-one]

I’m doing it! I'm writing a story!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65033287/chapters/167216344?view_adult=true

It’s an Undertale AU fanfic inspired by “Lover’s Spat” by SilverSnap420, where the reader gets isekaied into a reverse harem dating sim as the rival love interest and there’s danger because the boys hate you.

You get to be a monster in my version! (In the literal sense, like, you have claws and such.)

It’s just a short prologue and it was kind of a spur of the moment thing I’m doing for fun, but I’d appreciate any advice/critiques/thoughts on this WIP.

[alex-wolfdragon]

I just kinda realized a portion of Sans and Papyrus reverse harem fics I've seen involve the boys running into the OC/Reader and instantly falling for her or something, even following her around while she wants nothing to do with them.

Why not do this in reverse? Without the OC/Reader being someone from an AU where UT is a game. Like, she comes across the guys and she genuinely grows to like them, but they don't want anything to do with her at first. Whether it be because of what they're doing, their viewpoint of her, misunderstandings, the fact she's human, etc.

I dunno why, but I feel like that'd be fun to write.

[wisepainterprince]

RULES + GUIDELINES

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

hello and welcome to my blog...

requests are OPEN!

my ao3: @/anonymous_fella

I WILL write:

Headcanons AND oneshots (around 1,200 words)

Fluff/angst/etc...

smut

dubcon

fem/masc/gn reader

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I will NOT write:

Noncon

Pregnancy (i can't stand it i'm sorry 😞)

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send rq and ask if you have questions!!!

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Fandoms i am currently writing for:

UNDERTALE +UTMV (mostly just this guys)

The Butchery (ROBLOX)

I can also write NON fandom things (send rq cuties)

I'll add more when I am confident I can write the characters well enough :D

[bonesgalore]

Chapter Three is published and I apologize for the long wait. Life gets crazy sometimes. I am extremely happy with how this turned out and I would love some critique/constructive criticism if possible. I hope that this chapter is enjoyable and the next will be done hopefully by this week! I am excited to be back and to be able to write again after almost a whole year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57176836/chapters/168606001

[freshiegayboi]

Gamer!Reader Reverse Harem | You Have Unread Messages - Chapter 3

in which we meet someone who's friends with BigRed :)

read on Ao3

or read below!

Having turned on your computer, you checked your phone while it loaded everything to see if BigRed had messaged anything else. No dice, but once you had the games program you used open, you booted up your favorite game. There waiting for you was an invitation to join the lobby, with BigRed and… BoneRattled.

BoneRattled: about time. figured you would have shown up faster lol

You rolled your eyes, typing your quick witted reply.

wantedcriminal: yeah I thought your mom would have shown up pretty quick too, but we don’t always get what we want.

Right after sending the message, you were a little worried they would take it poorly.

BoneRattled: LMAO

Guess not pfft. Grinning, you readied up, grabbing your headset and readying yourself for a fun night of gaming. Still, you had to say something before it actually started.

wantedcriminal: hey Red, you lied to me.

BigRed: how so

wantedcriminal: found your channel.

Radio silence for a moment, before he answered. You could almost imagine the smirk on his smug ass face.

BigRed: it worked out, didnt it?

Well, you had to give him that. Watching the timer go down, you waited until it was 5 seconds before, itching to get started, and watched as a final message came through.

BigRed: see you on the other side.

That you would. Finally the match started, the killer immediately honing in on you but you were too quick. Speedily leaving him behind, you carefully made your way around the map, finding a generator and carefully watching as you started working on it.

You were sure that the other two on your team were talking in a call, but it didn’t matter much since your fourth wasn’t in one either. The two of you were equally deaf to whatever the other two were doing and planning, but it didn’t seem to matter much.

The match went so smoothly that you were starting to wonder where these guys had been all your life. None of you died, each of you only going down once. It was wild, borderline insanity. You had never had matches go this well, not one right after the other.

After around four games going the same way, you were preparing to message to see what kind of performance enhancing drugs they were taking, when BigRed messaged first in dms.

BigRed: hey you wanna join a call?

Taking a big bite of the pizza you had run between matches to save from the oven, you chewed thoughtfully. One one hand, you had no idea who these guys were, you had just met them. On the other… this was an opportunity to become friends with genuinely some of the best players of this game you’d ever had the pleasure to meet.

And hey… maybe they would be decent friends, too.

wantedcriminal: why not?

Silence for a few seconds, before you were invited to one of the barest boned chatting servers you’d ever been in. You easily found the call that they were sitting in, though their names were Red and Slim. Interesting. So this wasn’t a streaming server?

Hoping they were ready for you to just jump in, you clicked to join the call, your voice low as you said “Hello?”

Their answers were swift.

“Heya.” That was BigRed, or Red you guessed, you remembered his voice from binging his videos. Deep and a little gravely, not a small amount of smokers lung detected. Well… metaphorically.

“What’s up?” That… you had to guess was BoneRattled, or Slim. You really hoped you had their names right. His voice was a little lighter, but still held that undertone of someone that had been smoking a long time. It was the tiniest bit nasally as well.

“Well, uh… thanks for letting me join your games.” you said, trying not to feel awkward. They didn’t seem to think it was all that uncomfortable, as you watched them both ready up in your lobby as if nothing important had happened.

“Yeah, not a problem.” Red answered simply, after taking what sounded like a long drink. Of what, you had no idea.

“You’re pretty damn good. Red wasn’t lyin’ this time, heh.” Slim supplied, your ego getting the littlest bit bigger.

“I do my best.” you responded, watching carefully as the timer hit zero and you were all pushed into the next match.

None of you actually spoke that much as you played, giving out simple call outs and cursing loudly to a background of quiet laughter as you did just as well as you had done the entire night. In fact, it became more and more of a comfortable silence, your face hurting from smiling when Red or Slim yelled at the killer calling them all sorts of names.

You joined in on one particularly poorly played game, the killer actually cheating hardcore. The lag was horrendous, the killer was reaching way too far per hit, and there was just something suspicious about the way they were playing. It ended with the killer disconnecting, the three of you yelling curses as the end screen came up.

“That guy…” you started, teeth grinding together.

“Was a total pussy.” Slim finished, Red snorting loudly as you laughed out loud.

Sitting back in your chair, you sighed quietly to yourself, glancing at the clock. It’d been five hours and you hadn’t even noticed. That’s how much fun you’d been having.

Unfortunately… that was coming to an end.

“Sorry crim, but we gotta take off.” Red said, backing out of the lobby after another good game. Slim did the same so you backed out as well, your disappointment palpable.

“Oh?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound as sad as you were.

“Yeahhhh, our bros are headed back into town t’day so we need ta… heh. Clean up a little, if you catch my drift.”

Snorting, you imagined two skeletons with the personalities that Red and Slim seemed to have being left on their own for an extended amount of time.

“Yeah… yeah I can see that being an issue.”

There was a scoff from Slim’s direction. “Harsh, crim. Harsh but true.”

You snorted, but clicked out of your game. “Well, thanks again for letting me join guys, I had a lot of fun!”

Hums of agreement came over the call.

“Yeah, we’ll do this again soon.” Red promised, Slim backing him up with a “Yep.”

Smiling softly, you found you couldn’t wait, hopping out of the call with a “Goodbye!” and getting to your feet with a happy sigh.

You really couldn’t wait.