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sinfulauthorwrites · 5 months

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Dream Machine - A Mettaton x Reader Fic

As you lie awake in bed, only able to focus on your worries, your boyfriend Mettaton offers encouragement and help.

So, not so fun fact: while I had this idea rattling around my head for a while, I only got down to writing it while I was in the psych ward 🙃 Though, writing fic by hand in a journal without autocorrect or Grammarly made me feel like one of the OG Star Trek slash shippers in the 60s, which was a really fun feeling! Aside from word choice and a few extra sentences, the typed version remains relatively unchanged from the handwritten one, though I may still share the pics of my journal on Tumblr or Twitter! Also, the title comes from the Steam Powered Giraffe song of the same name!

Rating: General Audiences

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word Count: 891

Applicable Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Not Frisk, Reader Has Anxiety (the anxiety isn't specified, it's more open-ended for the reader to project onto), Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Meditation, Sleep, Crying, Fluff, Established Relationship, Pet Names, POV Second Person, Not Beta Read

You lie awake in bed next to your android boyfriend. He was already powered into sleep mode for the night, as his LED eye displays were dimmed and his tail-like charging cord plugged into the nearby wall. You look at him for a moment before turning to the pink canopy of the bed above you, starting at the shadows in the fabric formed by the lights from outside your shared penthouse apartment. The darkness warped, presenting visual manifestations of the problems keeping you from sleep.

Yes, you knew Mettaton had his worries, but as the Underground’s biggest star now on the surface, he had much more significant concerns compared to yours. Tour dates, filming, recording sessions, the list goes on. Yours are small compared to his. Insignificant. Human. You feel your stress tug your eyelids open, preventing your “beauty rest,” as your boyfriend lovingly called it. As you shift once more and pull the satin sheets closer to you, you hear a familiar boot-up sound and fans whirring to life. Oh shit. Your tossing and turning set off Mettaton’s motion detection, a vestigial feature not yet removed since his purpose was changed.

“D-darling, is something the matter?” The robot’s voice glitches momentarily, his now-illuminated pink eyes looking at you with concern.

“Y-yeah! I must’ve rolled over too far,” you nervously chuckle. “I didn’t mean to wake you, babe. Get some rest, as neither of us wants you low on battery tomorrow.”

Mettaton purses his lips, not taking no for an answer. “Darling, look at me.” His tone sharpens when you curl up tighter with your back facing him. “Look. At. Me.” With a resigned sigh, you turn to face him. “Oh, beautiful,” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb circling below the dark bags and worry lines underneath your eyes. “How much sleep have you been getting lately?”

You mumble your response, prompting your boyfriend to look at you sternly. “Usually only two hours a night, especially when you’re not here,” you fess up.

You can see the guilt hit your boyfriend, causing you to quickly run your hand through his synthetic hair and reassure him. “It’s not because of you, I promise!”

“But why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Despite being the biggest celebrity of the century, Mettaton still immensely cares for you. You’re his star, his world, his everything. Seeing you suffer makes his SOUL feel like shattering.

You inhale deeply. “I-” you quickly correct yourself. “It just feels all so unimportant compared to you. I mean, you’ve got so much amazing stuff going on right now. And with me, it’s just…” You hesitate momentarily, unsure if you want to continue, until you see Mettaton nod with understanding and compassion. Soon, your words flow out of you, every insecurity and doubt leaving your lips. Tears begin to fall from your eyes, leaving small damp spots on the pillowcase you rested on. Mettaton extends his arm in back of him to pass you a tissue box, the lotion-infused tissues a welcome relief for your sore eyes.

“Did that help you feel better, sweetheart?” You nod, and Mettaton presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now, I want you to listen to me very closely.” You nod, and the robot cups your cheeks once more. “You will never, ever be inconsequential to me, darling. You mean so much, not just to me but to everyone around you! Don’t ever feel like you don’t matter, or whatever you’re going through doesn’t matter, either. I care, we care.” He kisses you on the lips this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmur back, held tight in his embrace.

After a few moments, Mettaton lets go. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now, darling?”

You let out another breathy, anxious chuckle. “Probably not, to be honest. It’s alright, though. I’ll make it up tomorrow during the day.”

“There has to be something we can do, sweetheart.” Mettaton’s pupils shift from his usual hearts into turning gears before changing to a lightbulb emoticon. “Hey! It’s not technically released yet, but Blooky and Alphys were working on music to benefit monsters and humans!” He shoots you one of his signature grins. “Co-produced by yours truly, of course!” Mettaton finds the demo CD in the nightstand drawer, preparing to play it from his speakers. “How would you like to be our first test subject?” His eyes sparkle with encouragement, and you just can’t say no to him.

The robot pats the bed, motioning for you to lie down. He loads the CD into one of the slots built into his EX form, his other hand drifting down to hold yours. The ambient tones soon lull you into a reverie, with the faint sounds of rushing water mixed into the track. It’s an obvious callback to the family of ghostly cousins’ original abode, but it soothes your mind as your anxieties flow away. As you close your eyes, you feel the sensation of the water surrounding you, floating through space and time and easing your body and mind. Mettaton’s hand is a tether to the physical world, keeping you grounded as your mind drifts away peacefully. Although they were once wide and bloodshot, your eyes become heavy and worn as you finally sail away into a restful sleep.

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mystery-fic-anon · 4 months

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Pull me close, and hold my hands

Summary: A cute, fluffy slice of winter life where Edge and Stretch go on an ice-skating date together.

Warnings/rating: T, no major warnings, just some ice shenanigans

This is for the wonderful @alennyah for Gyftmas, I hope you enjoy your gift! I loved this prompt, I knew I had to do something with it :D

Thank you to @sin-cognito for beta reading this, you are the best!! And thanks again for putting on Gyftmas, it's been a blast to participate in!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52826791

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Hello

As I stated the first time I graded your project, your database’s code is fucked up broken. Even with the password, I am unable to read or search through files which if you were paying attention, is the only thing the project is asking you to do . I CC’d you on a previous email, but I will send the GitHub link here again. I highly suggest you try debugging the code, and if you are still unable to figure out the issue, please let me know and we can set up a time to meet.

Worst Best regards,

Stretch flinched as someone knocked on the door. He glanced down at the bottom right corner of his screen, then quickly stood up. He had only planned on replying to a couple of quick emails, but he’d gotten sucked into a failed attempt to debug his students’ latest attempt at the final project.

“I’ll be right there!”

He powered off his screen and pushed his swivel chair away from his desk. He got up and grabbed an orange jacket off of the back of the chair, sliding it on and picking up a gift bag as he headed over to the door. He usually wore his regular hoodie while skating, but he didn’t know how long he and Edge would be out. While Edge would offer him his coat like a gentleman, Stretch didn’t want to deprive him, so it was better to layer up.

His skates were still in his inventory, and so was his wallet. He shoved his feet into his boots, then leaned over and opened the door.

Edge stood there, cutting a gorgeous figure in a soft red turtleneck, leather jacket, and some tight jeans. He held his own gift bag in his phalanges, and Stretch couldn’t help smiling as he saw him.

Edge’s face didn’t change, but Stretch could see his shoulders lower ever so slightly. He was always tightly wound when they were outside of the privacy of one of their apartments, but Stretch didn’t mind it too much. After he’d learned to start decoding him, Stretch had found that the most standoffish skeleton of their little group had a kind soul.

Edge handed him the gift bag, gently tugging the other one out of his hands. He put it into his inventory, then looked back at Stretch. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was just finishing up a quick email.” Stretch locked the door, and put his own gift bag away.

He was eager to see what Edge thought of his gift, but there was no rush to open it right away. They had a whole date to do that.

“I thought you were off for the holidays?” Edge asked. His hand twitched, and Stretch happily reached out and took it.

He shook his head, slumping a bit as they began walking to play it up. “Hah, I wish. Students can still submit regrade requests until the 28th, and I have to finish all of them before the next semester starts.”

“That sounds difficult.” Edge squeezed his hand gently, his phalanges curling against Stretch’s metacarpals.

“Yeah, well, I’ve TA’d for worse classes before. I’d rather not talk about work right now.”

“Understandable. We should get going.” Edge turned, pulling Stretch with him as they headed over to the elevator. “Since it’s only fifteen minutes, I assumed we would be walking.”

“Yep, that works for me,” Stretch said. “I bet trying to take a car and parking would only get us a couple of minutes closer, and it’s such a hassle.”

The traffic around his place had been locked up for the past few days by the city’s latest attraction. A pedestrian square that was usually home to cobblestones, a fountain, and some pretty flower patches had been turned into a “holiday village” combining Gyftmas with a few human holidays. It was a bit more lively than what Stretch usually preferred, but he knew that Edge would enjoy it, if only as a chance to prove his athleticism.

“Have you skated before?” Stretch asked. He didn’t usually skate much. He preferred saying awful jokes and teleporting across the ice to get away from any repercussions.

As they stepped out into the streets, Edge looked around, and when he didn’t see any trouble, he began walking and talking. “I used to when I was a child, but it wasn’t like what I’ve seen others doing. It was more about evasive training on a slick surface.”

“Well, that might come in handy if there are any new skaters still figuring out their balance.” Stretch playfully nudged Edge. “Would you catch me if I fell on the ice?”

“Not if it meant I would fall with you,” Edge said dryly, but he smiled when Stretch laughed. It was barely there, but Stretch had gotten used to watching for even the slightest upturn of his mouth.

“That’s fair. I’ll try to keep my legs under me then.”

Neither of them felt the need to speak, so they fell into a comfortable silence. Stretch could see more decorations had migrated into the street, especially in the shops and offices on ground level. He could also see Edge’s handsome face out of the corner of his eye, and he wasn’t ashamed to look clearly and admire his partner.

The skating rink took up a little over half of the square, with a wooden fence surrounding the fountain to keep anyone from running into it by accident. It was a few hours after school had let out, so only a few students were left. There were only about ten people skating, with most of the humans and monsters mingling near the food stands in the holiday village.

Stretch couldn’t help smiling. This was ideal; he and Edge could have some romantic moments, but also people-watch if they wanted to. He led Edge over to the benches next to the rink, squeezing his hand again.

“This is gonna be fun.” He pulled his skates out and sat down, pulling at the laces of his boots already. They barely went up past his ankles, but he wasn’t wearing them for fashion reasons like Edge usually did. He just didn’t want to soak his usual sneakers.

“I’m sure it will.” Edge sat down and crossed one leg over the other, getting to work.

His movements were elegant and controlled, and Stretch couldn’t help watching for a few seconds before he turned back to his own feet. He had no idea how he’d managed to land someone as elegant as Edge, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Even if Edge hadn’t skated much before, he had no issue lacing them up. He had chosen a pair of black figure skates, the blades polished to military perfection. Once he was done, he helped Stretch lace up his second skate, effortlessly pulling the laces tighter than Stretch had before. Stretch could feel his face flushing, but he didn’t try to look away. Edge deserved to have his care appreciated properly.

He leaned in before Edge could pull away, kissing his forehead quickly. “Thank you.”

Edge’s cheekbones had definitely gotten redder, and he rubbed them as he stood. “Well, it’s easier to do up someone else’s.”

“It’s still nice of you to do.” Stretch stood up. His balance was off, and he threw his arms out as he wobbled. “Oh, damn, looks like I lost my sea legs.”

“That part of the ground is uneven. Come here.” Edge took Stretch’s arm, guiding him over to the well-trodden snow path leading up to the closest door.

A human with a bright yellow vest stood next to the ice rink, and they opened up the door as Edge and Stretch approached. “Hi there! Have you already got your tickets online, or will you be buying some here? It’s eight for a full hour.”

“We’ve got ours.” Stretch let go of Edge and pulled out his phone, showing the tickets to the human.

“Perfect! Here.” They stepped back, gesturing to the door. “Enjoy your time today, and if you want a coupon for some free hot chocolates after your skating, come visit the rental stand! We still have a few left, but they’re going fast.”

Stretch pulled off his skate guards, then stepped over the edge of the doorway. He put them into his pocket, sliding a metre away from the door.

Edge stepped over slower than he had. He kept his eyes on the ice the entire time, and Stretch noticed his blades were wobbling a bit. As Edge closed the door behind him, firmly, Stretch skated up to him.

“Do you want to try together or hold the wall?” He asked, offering his hand.

Edge looked at him skeptically, but Stretch didn’t waver. He wouldn’t judge if Edge did need to hug the wall the entire time; he just wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Maybe he should have found a smaller rink, or somewhere with fewer people, so Edge didn’t feel self-conscious.

“I’m fine.” Edge moved forward and grabbed Stretch’s forearm. “Let’s go.”

Stretch turned so Edge would be close to the wall on his other side, then pushed off with one foot. Edge was pulled into a slow glide with him. He wobbled, but then took a deep breath and bent his knees slightly. He glided forward slightly, but Stretch could feel that he was more in control of it.

“Feeling better? Here, let’s move.”

Stretch shifted one skate, pressing against the ice at a diagonal angle. He pushed three times in a row then stood normally on the ice, riding out the glide with Edge. He could feel a few deeper lines on the ice, but it must have been Zamboni’d recently, because it was pretty smooth.

By the time they were halfway around the rink, Edge had gained some confidence. He used both feet instead of just moving once and then gliding. Stretch was easily pulled along. Edge was staring straight ahead, probably making sure no one zipped in front of them at the last minute. Stretch just smiled, putting his other arm on Edge’s elbow and hanging on.

Edge was strong and precise, and each of his movements were designed to push them along at the perfect pace. Stretch reached out and tapped his fingers on the boards next to the fountain as they skated past it, then scrambled to match Edge’s speed again. He laughed as Edge slowed down, rolling his eyelights as he let Stretch easily catch up with him. The air was getting a bit cooler, but it couldn’t cut through Stretch’s jacket too much, so he was fine.

As they reached the door where they had started, Edge suddenly pushed his feet out. He pulled Stretch to an abrupt stop, ice spraying out from his skates. Stretch yelped, flinching at the cold as some of the ice got into the top of one of his skates.

“What was that for?” He shook his foot, but that only made the ice slide deeper in, soaking his sock.

“You can skate on your own.” Edge smirked at him, then turned around and zipped off.

Stretch knew a game of tag when he saw one. He stamped twice on the ice to make sure the ice shavings in his skate were settled, then took off. He curved to the side, sticking to the direction that most people were using to skate around the rink to avoid any collisions.

Edge must have been faking earlier; he was practically a speed skater now. He leaned forwards, the tails of his scarf flapping behind him as he whirled around the rink. He deftly slipped around another couple, and Stretch smirked as one of them flinched, then turned to look at Edge with wide eyes. He really was a force of nature, and he was killing it tonight.

Stretch could just use a shortcut, but that would end the fun too early. It was rare for Edge to get so playful in public, and he wanted to enjoy it while he could.

Instead, he summoned a small bone attack diagonally jutting out from the wall. It was right at the level of the tips of Edge’s skates. Stretch held his breath, slowing down and crossing his fingers.

He shouldn’t have worried. Edge glanced down just in time, and easily hopped over it. He wobbled again for a moment when he hit the ice again, but he quickly straightened out his blades and began skating normally again. Stretch had to get rid of the bone before continuing, so he wasn’t able to catch up to Edge. He still skated along, moving as close to the middle of the rink as he dared.

After a few more laps, Stretch was finally getting closer. He doubted Edge’s stamina was actually waning, but he appreciated that Edge was giving him a chance to catch up. The sun had almost completely set, throwing some dramatic shadows across the rink and Edge’s figure in front of him. Faint smells of cinnamon and ginger wafted over from the food stalls, and someone in that area was playing holiday music as well.

Stretch threw his arms out for extra balance, speeding up as much as he could. This was it; he would be able to catch Edge. He reached for Edge’s coat, aiming to tap him in the middle of the back.

Edge turned around, grabbing Stretch’s arms and then twisting to the side. The two of them spun wildly, and Stretch yelped as they careened towards the side wall. Edge pushed both of his skates out, bringing them to a stop with his own back only a couple of inches away from the boards.

“Got you,” he said, his eyelights glittering with triumph.

It took Stretch a few seconds to muster a response. He glanced down at where Edge was holding his arms, then back up at his datemate’s face.

“Yeah, you sure did.”

At that moment, the bulbs around the edge of the rink came on. Edge was suddenly bathed in golden, white, and red tones, throwing the small smile on his face into detail. He was slightly out of breath, panting as he squeezed Stretch’s arms gently.

“Are you alright?” He asked, reaching down to take Stretch’s hands instead of holding on to his arms.

Stretch blinked, then squeezed Edge’s hands back. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Edge let go of one of Stretch’s hands, still smiling at him as he turned to stand next to him. “Do you want to do another few laps, then go get some hot chocolate?”

Nothing sounded better. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. Let’s go a bit slower this time.”

Edge pushed off, and a second later Stretch followed him. He could feel the smooth leather of Edge’s glove through the material of his own, their arms brushing against each other as they glided around the rink. The air was filled with light and sound, warmth and colour, but what truly captivated Stretch was Edge’s profile. The light framed everything; the strong angles of his face, the scar on his jaw, and the lingering grin on his teeth. It might be corny, but Stretch couldn’t think of a better gift than this.

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arrynking · 1 month

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Sorry for not posting for so long -

I'm currently working on a fanfic about Fgod!Error(my version)

I was inspired by another fanfictions, Blue Strings of Mercy and God of Destruction or Mercy?, but unfortunately both of them hasn't been updated for a very long time :(

Please tell me if you want me to make arts for fanfic or something-

#undertale au #undertale multiverse #utmv #undertale #error sans #blueberror #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ut fanfic

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painterlysai · 1 year

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(Requests on discord)

Milord by @oolongteacup426

The day milord will cry is the day my heart will break 😭😭😭

If you like reverse harem, worldbuilding and hurt/comfort The House on Lane 66 (🔞 explicit🔞) is the fic for you.

Mind the tags tho 👁👁

#utmv #undertale multiverse #ut au #swapfell #swapfell sans #the house on lane 66 #fanfic #ut fanfic #oolongteacup426 #emotion challenge #idrawstuff

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aeshmaasthma · 1 month

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guys i need help ASAP.

I'm looking for this UTAU fic.

So i remember the reader was a fugitive that was sent to a remote island with their memories wiped, boom, sans aus are also there since apparently they also commited war crimes, they have beef with eachother also, stretch (us paps) had a partner before they died and now he's attached to reader, and i remember this specific part of some sans au like butchering a giant snake and preserving it with salt. ionno why that stuck with me but i wana read it again !!

#undertale au #ut aus #fanfic #ut fanfic

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normalayadraw · 2 months

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more updates on my UT fanfic yay

Summary:

Kaya moved into a shared house and met her runaway sister who's dating the landlord, aka. 8 skeleton monsters. They antagonize this other human tenant, but Kaya suspects her sister has something to do with it. Who said the other tenant wasn't a jerk?

a new chapter has been dropped! tho it's shorter than usual, hope u don't mind that!

in exchange, a lil spill:

u get a somewhat cute interaction with Stretch/US Papy. Happy reading~ ♪(´▽｀)

and, *e-hm. @seirindono @petiterazu, just thought u guys might want to see this 👀

#undertale #fanfic #normy write #ut fanfic #anti-harem #updates #i'm writing this update in the middle of flu btw #so yeah #if it contains some grammatical error. don't mind me TvT #i'll fix it sometime later. it should still readable tho

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a-snow-decahedron · 1 year

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The Day After

This is my gift for @squarefriend for our server's gift exchange!

Words: 2.156

Summary: Alphys and Undyne sit down to talk the day after Frisk leaves the Underground. Undyne needs support now more than ever.

Undyne, punctual as ever, was already sitting next to one of the tables at the Hotland hotel restaurant by the time Alphys arrived. Undyne would normally have lunch with Papyrus or any guard that happened to take their break when she took hers, but considering the recent news, she preferred to stay closer to the capital. Alphys had insisted on spending time with her, too, agreeing to get something to eat before they headed to New Home.

Neither of the two felt well enough to call this a date. Not today, when even the calm ambience of the restaurant felt overwhelming, and the eyes of every monster they passed by reflected the news.

The king was gone, along with the human she had met (and helped) just the day before.

Alphys understood what it meant, what choice the human took, what they were capable of. And she guessed so did Undyne.

Neither of them wanted to be there. Maybe Alphys could invite Undyne to her lab instead? No, that would be too personal—it just wouldn’t work. Alphys was here to be for Undyne, and the thought of hiding again in the lab and losing control of her feelings would not get her anywhere useful.

Besides, she knew that Undyne needed her support too, even if she showed herself as strong as ever. As she noticed Alphys’s arrival, Undyne forced herself to sit straighter, pushing a strand of hair on her face behind her, and moving her lower lip slightly. All subtle movements that under different circumstances, would give Alphys inspiration to write for weeks (but she doesn’t have the nerve to think about that now). Undyne’s fears were guarded by an impenetrable wall, one that only seemed to be put down when they were together. This time, however, it seemed she had punched the walls from inside, making cracks appear all over the surface.

Alphys had to keep it cool for her. She had to try her best! She had to be useful! It was time to approach her, before Alphys started looking as terrible as she felt.

“You look good today.” Undyne gave her a half-spirited one-arm hug from her seat. The scales on her arm and hand were damp.

“T-thank you. You as well.” Alphys took her own seat in front of her. letting her tail crawl around the legs of the chair.

“How are you feeling about…” Undyne kept a calm tone, leaving the question unfinished.

“Not great,” she replied as she fidgeted. “I mean… I feel bad, but I think I will— I can manage it.” Then blurted out: “How do you feel?”

“I am fine, I can handle everything,” she replied with the flattest tone she could muster.

Try a little harder…, Alphys thought. She could hear Mettaton’s voice telling her to find a more stylish way to ask, to dance around the topic and take control of the stage. Alphys could never do it naturally, but she would try.

“Are… you sure?” Curses, Alphys.

“Of course I can.”

“Mhm! Yeah, you are great, I-I know you can do anything.” She had to change her strategy.

She took off her glasses, cleaning them with the edge of her sleeve. They were clean, she just needed time to think of the right follow up question. This time it had to work.

“How was— How was your morning? What… did you do? In general, I mean.”

“I got up early.” She pressed her elbows on the table, the MTT-brand tablecloth absorbing some of the water on her arms. “Did I tell you I had to sleep at Papyrus’s place? Maybe not, I was busy moving stuff from my house.”

“No, no. What happened?”

“Oh I started a fire and…” Her visible eye twitched lightly, barely fast enough for Alphys to catch it.

Alphys would be more surprised by those news if Undyne hadn’t burned her house a few times ever since they met. However, something felt different about this time.

“I’m sorry to hear that! I can help, if you need to.” Then she noticed Undyne’s arms again. “Is that why your arms are wet?”

“Oh no, that’s different.” She waved off her question with a hand gesture, water drops splashing by her side.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I had to… take some time to think in the morning, after I heard the news about Asgore and this… new Queen that showed up out of nowhere.”

“Q-queen Toriel? She used to rule before… She was his wife.”

“I know that! I just don’t get it!” Her hands turned into fists. “So much time passed and she did nothing but hide. Yet all of a sudden, at just the right time, she dares to be back? She dares to take the throne, when it was always Asgore who was here for us?”

“I-I know, it is shocking for all of us. I don’t… think she is trying to make things worse, though.”

“I freaking hope not, I would not let her.”

“Me neither. A-and she has the most experience ruling out of all of us.” Alphys extended her clawed hand towards Undyne’s fist, cupping it gently. “We can talk to her later and… make the best of it. Try to turn her into an ally for us.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I can’t give up on trying.” She softened her grip, but kept her hand in contact with Alphys’s. “Even if I couldn’t save him.”

That sentence carried weight. Guilt. Alphys could see it miles away. But Undyne did not deserve it. She would not let her feel that way.

“You did everything you could, Undyne, nobody would blame you for this. Not me, not the royal guard, not monsterkind… not even Asgore himself.”

“How would you know?” Alphys tensed up, a light shock of electricity traveling across her claws. “Ok, you're right about Asgore. But it's still bad."

"Why?"

"Because I let it happen. What if I had visited New Home? If a human came through, someone had to tell him. But I didn't. I didn't think to stop them, or defend him or… Forget it."

“I…” Alphys’s tail tapped the floor around her, she didn’t want to push Undyne, but she had to help somehow. “No.,” she spoke, more confident than she thought she could be. “I know this is difficult to talk about and this is not the best place but you do not deserve to feel that way. You’re not guilty of anything.”

Alphys stretched over the table, trying to reach for Undyne. She succeeded, somewhat. Undyne was angry, feeling the urge to grab a fork and bend it. But she was not mad at Alphys, her anger was not caused by Alphys and she saw no point in lashing out. Undyne’s soul shivered within her, trapped on her seat, unable to say anything, as if she was prey of her own green soul magic.

Undyne didn’t react when an MTT-brand waiter robot floated in their area, taking their order. Alphys already knew exactly what Undyne liked, memorizing her script long ago. She ordered, with a few stutters in between, and the robot played a brief cheerful tune as it left, oblivious to anything besides its job.

“Thank you. For ordering for us.”

“No problem, you know I am here, I will help.” Alphys tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“I should rely more on you,” she admitted after a moment, finally allowing herself to relax on her seat. “I was all worried about you and how hard this all could be for you, but it is hard for me too. Don’t get me wrong, I am still tough, but it is nice to know I can count on you.”

“We could… talk. Here, or later.”

“Yeah! Yeah, that could work. Just promise me, you won’t tell anyone about this.” Alphys nodded, Undyne’s tense expression relaxed. Alphys could see this side of her, but Undyne wouldn’t be caught dead showing weakness in front of others.

“Look, I’ve told you I used to train with him. He was… a role model. Asgore’s like… the strongest, coolest, monster I know. And the way he loved his kingdom… It was stronger than anything I could do. He inspired me, he moved generations before me. So this is all really hard for me to understand. How he can be gone now. How all of that can be lost.”

“He’s— he was an admirable monster, yeah. And so nice too…”

“You tell me. I used to train with him, ever since I was a child. We didn’t just spar. He let me into his life, his very own home, and made me who I am today… like a father,”

Alphys pressed her claws together, listening attentively. She could understand the pain of losing a loved one. She was never good at handling it herself, let alone knowing how to support others. She could never think of how to respond to any of her unread letters. Yet she pressed on, deciding it was best to let Undyne speak her mind. Once the MTT-brand waiter bot arrived with their food, Undyne continued.

“Did you know he’s kept all his children’s belongings in place? Sometimes he would mention them as he gardened, or went through some boring housekeeping task. Chara liked gardening, Asriel was more of an artist. And, despite his hatred for humans… he would always speak well of Chara. They were his child, he would not debate it. Humans are terrible, but even I could see how much he loved them.”

Undyne rested her chin on one of her hands. Alphys nodded knowingly, a faint echo of videotapes in her mind.

“He would love any child as his own, no matter where they came from. He was cool like that.” She let out a dry yet fond laugh. “And now it’s my turn to speak fondly of him.”

“He sounds so special.” Alphys smiled, her sea of emotions was now in a calm pause. “My relationship with him was… purely business. But it was clear there is… a lot that will be missed. I cared a lot about him. It’s good that we have each other, for strength.”

“Yeah we do. I’m still worried I will not be able to live up to that.”

“What do you mean?” Alphys asked, confused.

“I can make a great guard, no doubt. But can I keep inspiring people? We thought that with the last human that this was it, all our problems would be solved. We were excited, we were going to be free. What can we tell them now? How much longer will we wait?”

“Undyne,” Alphys voice was atypically confident.

“Yeah?”

“Undyne, I need a lot of courage to say this. But l-listen.” Alphys stood, walking in slow small steps towards her. “If there is any monster that’s ever made me want to believe in myself and the future, it is you. You’re… You’re even better than the toughest warrior princess from my history books. Because you’re real— I mean they’re real too but, you’re stronger, you’re determined, and you…. you save lives. With your hope, with your awesome self. You saved me. So I know you can give hope to more of us.”

“I…”

“I know it is hard to believe in yourself. To feel like… like garbage. But here we are, and I will not let you give up.” Alphys extended her arms.

Undyne turned to face her.

“Thank you, Alphys.” She returned the hug, enveloping each other in their arms.

Undyne was not crying, but she was still a damp mess of scales. The warmth of the hug outweighed the awkwardness, and helped to ground her.

During the morning, Undyne had visited a cave hidden behind a waterfall. She had thrown punches to the air, shot magic bullets, she had suplexed every rock she could find in that cave. She let the water fall around her as she left, using its refreshing flow to get that boost of energy she needed. It was grounding and relieving, but it didn’t compare to anything Alphys could do. As a scientist, she could find the solution to anything.

“Hey, Alphys?”

“Y-yeah, Undyne?”

“I know that you have a lot to deal with, too… so I was thinking that maybe we could be together?”

“W-what?” Alphys stuttered, almost tripping with her own tail. She wasn’t expecting a proposal.

“You know! You’re a scientist and maybe I could… be your lab partner, if you want! We can find a way to break the barrier, together!”

“I—” She cut herself. She blushed, then got embarrassed and covered her face. When she finally processed what Undyne asked of her, she replied: “We could try that. I would love the help.” It was a difficult topic, but maybe, Alphys hoped, it would be better with Undyne by her side.

“Then it’s settled!” She squeezed Alphys, feeling a new boost of energy.

#undertale #alphys #undyne #alphyne #sort of #ok to reblog- in fact i encourage you to share it #fic #ut fanfic #neutral ending #fanfiction #my writing

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bijou-dame · 1 year

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Alr I'ma be honest I have been slacking bc the only thing I get on Tumblr to do is... scroll soooo

Here is a UT au that has been on my mind for a while, it's my own btw

Ok so let's start with the basics, in this au (I'm not all to sure what I'm calling it) most everyone is combined like for example Frisk and Chara into one making a completely new character I call them Faira they were the first human to fall and are 7-9 years old and have a bit of a combo outfit they wear a heart locket and a eco flower and heart pin in their hair, they go by they/them pronouns

I'm also going to say that most people that combine with those of opposite genders will sometimes be mixed like asgore and toriel being both mother and father, king and queen, it just depends on who you ask. also her name is Ashin

Now in this au Asriel is not dead (he did not leave) he is instead the mildly royal guard obsessed Prince as he is fused with M.K. his name is M.D. he uses he/him pronouns and is about 6-8 years old (will be a year younger than Faira) he has 4 horns and a tail like mk

Another thing that's changed is Alphys and Undyn (?) She is a scientist (not the lead) and the captain of the royal guard and an axolotl she wears glasses but because of a scar on one eye... she just cover's it up with her hair, idk bout the name man (I will take suggestions please) also she's a lesbian crushing on a pop idol, loves anime

Now on to the bestie sans and papyrus are combined he is the head of the royal scientist's and a loyal member of the royal guard him and alphine (?) Are science buds, coworkers, besties, and work out bros and he actually created the mtt of this world. now he does have a name but he prefers eclipse (only alphine knows his real name) likes to watch anime with the bestie, also pan man can I get a yes sir

And speaking of Mtt I introduce MMt (placeholder) the hybrid combo of Mtt and mad mew mew, all she wants to do is be the most popular pop idol in the underground and eclipse helped her achieve that also genderswap bc she/her pronouns also cat girl. this is the person who's alphines crush is on but the thing she doesn't know is it's reciprocated.

That's all the characters I know for sure (for now) and the storyline is pretty simple (lies) the underground is split into two the "light" and the "dark" there has been rising conflict between the two side they're basically split into two different undergrounds with how bad it is, like 'light' separate movies and channels basically it's discrimination. However royal official's aren't on either sides instead wearing symbols for both, this however doesn't do much they're still judged by which side they were born on wether that be discoveries, if you're right or not, or coworkers. Friendships between sides is almost unheard of however with eclipse from the 'dark' and alphine from the 'light' it isn't impossible. I should also say the the 'dark' gets discriminated against much more. That is until,Faira falls.

Anyways that's all I got so far I can still probably think of more to add and all that I'll also maybe draw them but I can't really draw monsters so some may or may not get the 'human' treatment hopefully you guys don't mind or anything (please) might make a comic too if I remember so, yeah you guys like it so I can make more.

Bye

#utau #utmv #idk what to tag this as #ut fanfic #idk lmao #i wrote something!#i wrote this at midnight #sans au #ut sans #ut papyrus #ut undyne #ut mtt #mad mew mew #ut alphys #ut asriel #ut mettaton

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quinndelightful · 1 year

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Fic idea?

So I have an angsty fic idea-

Don't want to give too much away, but it's kind of like Y/N and Skeleton that I haven't decided on yet, where living happily together but it gets taken from them (Kind of like a reset), and now they are in the past again-

But they remember being together and the better days that they made together, Y/N has forgotten so much they Only remember being with skelly, and can't even remember their name, so they pick up the pet name that they both can recall skelly using with them <3

ANYHOW I need help deciding on a skeleton, I want either Fell or Swapfell, because they are going to be most angsty lol

But I made do more in the future, 'cause idk how long the fit will be. And I want to explore the concept with lots of worlds how it would effect Skelly and Y/N's relationship ;]

But have to write one before I cant write more lmao, so vote to pick your favorite (or least hated lol) skeleton ;]

#UT AU #ut fanfic #ut au fanfic #Y'all help a pal out I have 4 good options that are so distinct it hard to pick one to start with lol

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angelbitezzz · 4 months

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Chapter six of The State of Things has been posted!

sorry for the delay on the chapter guys, but it's here for you to check out! Happy holidays!

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sinfulauthorwrites · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 31: Free Day

This fic concept is near and dear to my heart, as being with a trans partner and being allowed to explore my feminine side is really meaningful! This was written with a transmasc reader in mind, but it can also work for a transfem reader! I’ll definitely be fleshing this one out later on, and I hope you all have a fun Halloween/Samhain!

💖 Many thanks to @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list! 💖

Ship: Mettaton EX x Trans!Reader

Word count: 122

Applicable Tags: Makeup, Lipstick, Feminine Affirmation, Praise Kink, Teasing, Love Bites, Pet Names, Fluff and Smut, Reader is a Human, Reader Is Not Frisk, POV Second Person

Mettaton finishes applying the bright pink lipstick on you, taking a moment to wipe away a smudge at the corner before leaning back to appreciate his work. “You look absolutely gorgeous, darling!” He kisses your hand, leaving a mark that's half-black and half-pink. “I’m honored that you came to me, sweetheart. I’m always open to helping you with anything that lets you express yourself!” He looks at you adoringly, and his fans begin to whirr. “You know…” he kisses your cheek, leaving another mark. “I can always help you mess up your look if you wish.” His head dips down, and he begins to suck on your neck, his sharp canines nibbling on your soft skin. “If you know what I mean.”

Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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Horrortale : Rotten Apple - Chapter 12

Hello, hello! Here goes chapter 12, and it's massive!

It's time the first royal council leading by Toriel. She has big announcements to make, mainly about the human questions and the royal guard. Surely, this time, Undyne will accept everything blindly and not cause more chaos. ... Right?

The chapter is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29719053/chapters/105688146

General summary :

After years of lock down under Mont Ebott, the Monsters thought that Frisk's fall would finally put an end to their miserable life. Because they was pacifist, everyone thought freedom closer than ever. But Asgore's murder deadly hit every last piece of their hopes and dreams.

The events are getting out of control. Undyne and Toriel engaged a no-mercy fight to get the throne, each one with extreme opposite ideas. If the old queen wish for peace to come back, Undyne, traumatised by her mentor's death, only wants a war that would sign the end of humanity.

Far away from all these politics, Sans is waiting. He knows that Frisk never would have kill Asgore on purpose and that they are far from the horrible monster described by Undyne in her destructive propaganda. For the first time in a while, he's still holding on the promise the kid made : coming back to break the Barrier. That dangerous way of thinking might cost him everything he ever had down here.

But the day the CORE stopped working, all of them will have to make dangerous choices despite friendships and betrayals. Down here, it's walk or die.

Inspired by Undertale and the original Horrortale story by @horrortalecomic !

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mystery-fic-anon · 1 year

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Lust and Love

Summary: Plum and Blue get to spend some intimate time together for the first time in a few weeks. Both of them are very excited about it. (PWP)

Warnings: None, this is just some sweet lovemaking

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44245171

Plum adjusted the strap of his lingerie, pulling it slightly to the side so it laid across his shoulder at a better angle. Pink had headed out almost an hour ago, and Plum was only expecting one guest. He had been waiting all week, and he couldn’t wait to see his secret bonefriend. During their sexting last night, Plum had promised Blue something delicious would be waiting for him when he arrived.

He grinned as he heard a knock on the door, adjusting his position one more time before calling out. While he could go open the door as he was, he knew his partner preferred to walk in and discover him like this more.

“Come in!” Plum yelled, stifling a snicker as he heard the door hinges squeal as it was pushed open. “Hey, careful. You’re going to break that.”

Blue slammed the door shut behind him, and stopped as he reached the threshold of the living room. He started with wide eyes, his face flushing with magic. Plum just smiled, arching his back a bit so the tiny vest rode up and exposed more of his ribcage.

“I forgot what I was going to say.” Blue turned around, covering his face with one hand. After about a minute, he turned around and sheepishly grinned at Plum. “Uh… I still can’t remember. Sorry, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Ber.” Plum opened his arms, beckoning for Blue to come closer.

Blue crossed the room in a few strides, and hopped up on the couch in between Plum’s legs. The plastic sheet underneath Plum squeaked a bit as he settled into place, and Plum glanced down to make sure it hadn’t ridden up. He and Pink had set a few rules in the house quite a while ago, including that nowhere but the kitchen table was technically off-limits, but that you had to clean everything up. Plum was planning to get fucked so hard he couldn’t walk, let alone try to get magic stains out of the upholstery.

It was nice to have so many universes to explore, but there were a few drawbacks. Thanks to an abundance of Gyftmas parties—because of course, Blue was too kind to refuse a single invitation—they hadn’t gotten to hook up in almost two weeks. While Plum didn’t mind a little risk, Blue had made it clear he didn’t want to get caught with his pants down, and Plum could respect that. Still, he couldn’t help his own needs. His magic was already threatening to form just from feeling Blue’s body hovering over his.

“You’re so pretty.” Blue gently pressed his teeth against Plum’s forehead.

Plum hadn’t quite been expecting that reaction, but after a few seconds, he smiled. Blue was a sweetheart; that was one of the many things Plum loved about him. Plum grabbed Blue’s skull, pulling him back down for a proper kiss. Blue’s hands moved to Plum’s hips as they kissed, but he didn’t move anywhere too sensitive. He just held Plum, lightly rubbing circles over the bones with his thumbs.

To Plum’s embarrassment, it was still enough to make his magic take shape.

“Let me take care of you first please?” Blue asked, his eyelights shining as he looked pleadingly at Plum. “I just want to make you feel good right now.”

Of course, there was no way Plum would say no to that. In less than a minute, he was lying on his back on the sheet, with his underwear pushed just far enough to the side to expose the front of his pelvis. Blue knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, and Plum had given him a pillow to cushion his knees.

Blue held Plum’s hips down as he leaned in, letting Plum’s etco-dick brush against his face. He looked up at Plum, his eyelights flickering into little hearts.

“Please.” Plum put one hand on the back of Blue’s skull, shakily caressing it. He didn’t mind submitting to Blue, but he wished his partner wouldn’t tease him so much sometimes.

Blue giggled and finally opened his mouth, dragging his tongue over the underside of Plum’s dick. He licked Plum a few times, spreading a mix of Plum’s precum and his saliva all over the shaft. Plum dug his phalanges into the couch, but kept his hand on Blue’s skull light. He didn’t want to rush Blue, even if he felt like he was dying.

When they had first done this, Blue hadn’t really known how to give a blowjob. Plum had been with virgins before, and he didn’t mind giving Blue a hands-on demonstration. Stars, Plum had never expected Blue to get good at blowjobs this quickly.

Once he felt Plum’s dick was wet enough, Blue licked his teeth and opened his mouth. He swallowed about half of Plum’s shaft, curling his tongue to rub it against the head of Plum’s cock. Plum rocked his hips up, a thrill running through him as Blue pressed them down again. He was stronger than most people expected, and Plum loved being manhandled.

While Blue didn’t have proper lips, the way he curled his tongue to wrap around Plum’s dick, the hum of his magic, and the occasional gentle brush of teeth were more than enough stimulation for Plum. Blue moved one hand to Plum’s lower spine, stroking it at the same steady rhythm that he bobbed his head. He stared up at Plum, and the intimacy of his gaze made Plum’s soul thrum in his chest.

When Blue’s hand dipped from Plum’s lower spine down to his sacrum, Plum knew he was getting close quickly. One of the benefits of LT was stamina, so even if Plum came now, he would be able to keep going.

“I’m getting close Ber,” Plum warned, brushing his fingers against Blue’s skull.

Blue pulled back just far enough to speak, continuing to rub Plum’s sacrum. “Go ahead, I’ll swallow.”

In less than a minute, Plum was cumming. He moaned out Blue’s name, his vision going white. Blue was still holding him down, so all he could do was squirm and ride it out. Blue kept going, easing up on his sacrum and focusing more on his dick. When Plum was finally finished Blue pulled off, and Plum’s dick twitched weakly as Blue licked his teeth.

Plum beckoned him, and Blue happily stood up. Blue kissed Plum, and Plum happily opened his mouth. He could taste himself on Blue’s tongue, but that only made him more excited. He sucked on Blue’s tongue, feeling a bulge press against his thigh as Blue leaned in close.

“I think it’s my turn to taste you,” Plum purred, wrapping his legs around Blue’s waist and flipping them over. He loved submitting to Blue, but switching their roles around was even more fun. Judging by the way Blue’s skull flushed with magic, he agreed.

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