A personal project centered on a world full of angels that aren't what they seem to be, or what the Bible has promised. Starring Zielle and her obsessive lover Zadkiel, an angel in disguise.
DRABBLES!
Adin p1
Kira p1
Zielle p1 p2
Ezra p1
Simon p1
HORROR!
UNDERTALE (I'm a nerd, lmao)
Survive A Little Longer- Horrortale universe Reader thrust into another universe
To Know Yourself- Swapfell Reader in another universe. (Learning how to be healthy. )
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sans/Reader, Papyrus/Reader, Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus & Sans (Undertale)
Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Frisk (Undertale), W. D. Gaster
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Underfell (Undertale), Underfell Sans (Undertale), Underfell Papyrus (Undertale), Underfell Frisk (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underswap (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Underswap Papyrus (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Horrortale Papyrus (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Swapfell (Undertale), Swapfell Sans (Undertale), Swapfell Papyrus (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Swapfell Red (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Swapfell Purple (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Fellswap (Undertale), Fellswap Papyrus (Undertale), Fellswap Sans (Undertale), Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Drug Use, Cigarettes, Implied/Referenced Torture, Medical Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Human/Monster Romance, Undertale Skeletons in Heat, Skeleton Puns, Explicit Language, Explicit Consent, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Learning how to be healthy, Implied Sexual Content
Series: Part 3 of x Readers
Summary:
When the Swapfell brothers and their human get thrown into the machine, who knows what kind of shit they'll get into...especially when they accidentally meet alternate versions of themselves.
Surprisingly, this universe was on the surface, and incredibly soft compared to theirs. Hopefully they learn how to lower their defenses and heal from their time Underground.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader
Characters: Sans Ensemble (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Papyrus Ensemble (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underfell (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underswap (Undertale), Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harm, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Survival Horror, Human/Monster Romance, Underfell Sans (Undertale), Underfell Papyrus (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Underswap Papyrus (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Horrortale Papyrus (Undertale)
Series: Part 4 of x Readers
Summary:
In a universe built on dread and terror, what happens when the Sans living there is done just surviving.
To save the people he holds dear, he turns to the long abandoned machine in the basement. He would fix it no matter what, even if that meant dealing with a bunch of other, softer, alternate versions of himself. Who knows what might transpire after that.
The night was young, the sun having only set what felt like moments before now. But the darkness was already closing in, the pitch black overwhelming you the second you were alone. It had been days since you had gotten your own house, no longer with your parents or roommates. It had never really hit you until now that company was truly a blessing. Yes there were times you wished you had moved out by yourself sooner, the freedom sounding lovely at the time.Â
But nowâŠ
Now, here you were loitering in the dusty kitchen sipping water as if you had nothing better to do. But the sweat slowly making its way down your spine was ever present, letting you know how much the loneliness was truly affecting you. Trying to shove it down, you finished your glass of water and quickly rinsed it out. Setting it out to dry, you walked down the narrow hallway and into the only bedroom in the house. Quickly chancing a glance behind you, you determined you were relatively safe before shutting the door. Locking it, you raced to lay down on the nest of pillows and blankets you had on the ground. Only having the money to afford the house, you had nothing remaining to purchase good furniture. So you had to wait for the next paycheck that should have already come in.Â
Tucking your body into the comforters, you closed your eyes and tried to breathe smoothly. Slowly, you drifted into a more relax headspace. An hour or so passed, further and further you were close to losing consciousness. At the border of sleep, you snapped awake.Â
Eyes wide, your head whipped in every direction. Only to find no one present in the room with you.Â
You felt eyes.Â
There were eyes on you, someone was watching.Â
Slowly inching the blankets away, you crawled over to the window. The blinds were almost completely shredded, but you had nothing else to replace them with. The heat didnât work yet, not having been turned on for weeks. So you needed every one of those blankets you were huddled up with..Â
But you were starting to rethink that decision.Â
Because as soon as you sat up to peek out of the glass, you spotted a lone figure out by the trees.Â
They were standing still, a mask covering their face entirely. They were facing the house, seemingly staring right into the window and at you. The mask stark white, black details you couldnât quite make out in your panic. A khaki cargo jacket draped over his hsoulders with the collar pulled up.Â
Breathing in a gasp, trying to stifle the noise, you ducked back down below the sill. Air stuck in your chest, you tried to keep it there for a moment longer. Only to fail in the process of calming down, tears welling up without you even meaning them to. The purpose of sitting here and not calling the police was to calm down. Not to devolve into an escalating panic attack. Â
Holding your breath, you crawled to your closet and reached for the box hidden under a pile of your clothing. Shakily opening the lock, you pulled out the gun that had been stocked away weeks ago. Running a finger over the barrel before reaching to the bullets beside it. Pocketing a box, you opened another and hurriedly loaded the weapon.Â
Twisting around without thinking further, you watched wide eyed as you faced the window once more.Â
He was closer than before.Â
A few yards away from where you were posted now.Â
You opened the window.Â
Raising the gun and pointing it directly to the person standing so ominously close to your house.Â
He didnât move.Â
At least for a few moments. But after seeing you turn off the safety, he rushed you.Â
Feet pounding against the grass outside, you watched as the figure reached your window.Â
Without another thought, you shot at them. Only to have missed as he ducked behind the wall.Â
You hurried and closed the window once more.Â
He held onto the glass pane before knocking a fist against it repeatedly.Â
Crying out, you shouted at him.Â
âFucking- FuCKING STOP!â
He made no indication that he heard you, looking to ignore your voice entirely and continuing to bang against the glass.Â
Finally, after what felt like years, the glass started to splinter.Â
It creaked, untilâŠ
It shattered. The only barrier that protected you from this shadowed figure was now gone. Completely obliterated and scattered to the wind.Â
And with it, came the figure in all its glory.Â
The next time you blinked, the mask was in your face.Â
Throwing out your hands, you went to push them away.Â
But it was faster, catching your hands with their own and pushing you into the wall behind you.Â
Hitting the drywall, you cried out in shock. There was no time between then and now when they were in your face. It was breathing against the mask, heavy panting echoing against the material. You had almost thought it was supernatural, but the breathing was almost relieving to hear.
No matter how disturbing the entire situation was in itself.Â
The gun was still held firmly in your hands, safety still very much turned off.Â
The person, thank god it was a person, shook the gun from your hand. Before it fell, they caught it with their other hand that wasnât pinning you in place
They turned on the safety and tossed it behind them, down the hall and into the darkness once more.Â
Breathing starting to stutter again, you tried to close your eyes and accept whatever was coming to you now.Â
A beat passed.
And then another.Â
Slowly creaking open one of your eyes, you saw the figure stock still. Remaining how they were before you shut your eyes.Â
Seeing that you were now paying attention, the figure spoke.
âDonât move.â
And if that wasnât completely fucking stupid to say. The moment heâŠ
He. This figure was a man, something you previously didn't know.
Reeling in all of your racing thoughts, you focused on what you could comprehend in the moment.Â
The smell of smoke lingered on his clothes, it was a male, the mask was white like you had taken note of earlier. The details now clear to you since it was so close. It was a face painted in black, circles surrounding the eyes and ridicously arched eyebrows. A pair of lips painted black were the only other thing to note.Â
A good enough description to give the police if you were going to make it out alive.Â
A hand came from out of your field of vision: gloved. He reached between the two of you and placed a hand over the mask.Â
Panting, you watched as he slowly removed the obstruction to his face. Nerves lighting on fire in the process, eagerly awaiting some kind of reveal.
Only for his other hand to cover your eyes.
Not set free but unable to see what was happening, you decided to stay put.Â
His breath fanned against your ear, his entire person pressing agaisnt your own.Â
âBe careful who you call a friend.â
And then the hand was removed, and the mask was replaced.Â
Michael had been odd ever since arriving in Santa Carla. Not a day went by where he acted like he did before the move. Being the oldest sibling meant a lot of things, one of which was taking care of the others when Mom couldnât. During the entire divorce, you had been there to watch the other two, to make sure they were provided for while Lucy mourned her life moving on.Â
And here you were witnessing the downfall of one of your brothers while the other was thriving. Sam had gone and even made friends that were as weird as he was, they had come by and gotten him to hang out while you were home. They were lovely boys, kind and respectful when meeting you. You had waved them off, telling them to be safe and have fun, the streets were dangerous after all. Normally, you would have advised against going out, but Sam needed time away from you. So, you had let him go, but not without something to have on hand in case something were to go awry. You had handed him a pocket knife, not something super dangerous, but something to fend off anyone with ill intent. He had shot you a look, the one where he was insinuating you were being overdramatic, but had taken it when you glared. You were relieved when his friends had awed at you giving him such a weapon, telling him how lucky he was for having you on his side.Â
And that had put them in your good books. Sweet kids, Sam was lucky to have them.Â
But Michael has been leaving in the night, not returning into early morning. You were worried, admittedly so. You were worried he was hanging around the wrong kinds of people, the kinds that had drugs on hand at any time. Even trying to confront him didnât do anything, he only grew frustrated at being cornered by both you and Lucy. So, you did what any sane and concerned older sibling would do.Â
Follow his ass.Â
He wouldnât get out of this so easily, making Lucy cry was on the list of âNO.âÂ
And he knew that, so why was he going and doing things that were doing exactly that.Â
Dressing yourself to avoid catching his eye, you listened to the tell tale signs of Michael leaving the house. The cracking of the window and the silence that followed.Â
So you raced down the stairs and watched as he departed. He was quick, youâd give him that. You chased him all the way down to the Boardwalk. And watched as he met up with four men leaning on their bikes. He conversed with them, laughed and smiled until one of them wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A grimace crossed his face, and so you moved.Â
Stepping with purpose, you strutted up to the men and pulled the blonde away from your lovely brother.Â
âIâd appreciate it if you didnât get your nasty hands all over my darling brother, Micahel.â
Michael had tensed, eye widening once he recognized who had saved him from David.
He stuttered, trying to push you away before the others had really gotten a chance to take a look at you. But it was too late, and the men leered. Taking in your appearance, the vampires watched as you scowled at them, especially David. He had been the one to put his hands on Michael, and you had watched it as it happened.Â
âIâm sorry, doll, but who might you be? I havenât seen you around here before.â
David leered. And the rest watched as you remained as you were. Hand still in place on Michaelâs shoulder, you scoffed.Â
âI just told you, Iâm Michaelâs older sibling. And he was clearly unwanting of your hands being all over him. Fuck. Off.âÂ
And David laughed.Â
Paul leaned in, eyes tracking every minute detail of you that he could.
âOlder sibling, huh? Mikey boy never mentioned you, babe.âÂ
You looked over at Michael, trying to discern the look he was wearing at the moment.Â
You nudged him, prompting him to speak.
âAny reason for that? I thought I was worth mentioning to your dearest friends. You do spend more time with them than you do us anymore.â
Michael opened his mouth, but was cut off by another one of the unintroduced men.Â
David interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him.Â
âHe was brushing off someone so hot just to hang with us? How cruel of you, Mikey.â
Marko had been the one to speak, pushing off his bike and approaching you.Â
He had gone to reach for you, but Michaelâs hand intercepted it.Â
God, this was going to be an experience.Â
â
David opened his arms, gesturing to his band of boys. Motioning to each one as he introduced.Â
âThis is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko.âÂ
You nodded, noting their names and pulling along Michael.Â
âGreat, weâll be leaving now.âÂ
The one said to be Dwayne had stopped you, stepping in front of you and ceasing your escape. You looked up through eyelashes at him, a scowl overcoming your face once more.Â
âIâm afraid I canât allow you to leave without knowing your name, lovely.âÂ
Paul sauntered over, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.Â
âSo..?â
âNo.â
Michael went to speak but you glared, pointer finger held up to cease his talking.Â
âI refuse to give you a name until you explain whatâs going on with my brother and you all.âÂ
David smirked, eyes sharpening.Â
âAlright then, weâll explain everything. Letâs take a ride, boys.â
And that was all they seemed to want to hear, as their laughs started to sound out across the clearing.Â
Marko threw out his hands.
âWho do you choose to ride with?â
âPreferably, none.â
But you had to admit, the boys were handsome, and roguishly charming. It was just the fact that they were somehow blackmailing Michael into staying near them. If not, you would gladly spend the night with any of themâŠor all of them.Â
David laughed under his breath, but you saw the gesture. Sucking your teeth, you pointed to Marko.Â
âI choose the wild curly blonde then.â
Marko looked shocked, pointing to himself before smiling wide. Cheering, he raced to your side before hauling you up bridal style. Screeching, you held onto his shoulders before slapping his back. He laughed the whole way to his bike, and once you made it, he dropped you on the back. Dropping in front of you, he looked back and smiled.Â
âHold on tight, gorgeous, weâre gonna be going fast.â
And that was all the warning you got before he took off faster than youâve ever gone before.Â
Adin was the only thing that really scared Zadkiel. They were never something that he looked forward to. The visits were always quick, but the lasting tension in the room was enough to ruffle his feathers.
Adin was a being of power, nothing that was supposed to be cheerful. Kind of ironic since it's a Throne angel, but after all, things are never as they seem.
Kira was everything Zielle wasn't, which is why Zadkiel is confused on the attraction. What he wants with Zielle was nothing like that of Kira.
With Kira, he wanted to give her the world, to protect her from the dangers that were yet to be revealed.
Zielle.....Zielle confused them. Everything she did was odd. After noting that she was being watched, she was no longer cautious. She did not lock her door at night like she used to.
It was something that Zielle had noticed before, the creeping feeling of being followed. It had bothered her, scared the girl even. That had changed after she had gotten a glimpse of it. They were tall, taller than her at least. His hair was longer, too. His eyes seemed to have all of the answers to the questions she had ever asked. They had seen her glance towards him. Seen how she blushed and smiled.
To be a good doctor, Ezra has to watch. That's what he has always done. It's no surprise that he figured everything out before the others. At least, the others who are clueless. Like lambs, they all follow Zadkiel and his lies. The question is, how could they all ignore the signs that are so apparent?
In order to understand Simon, you must first acknowledge the difference in the reality and delusion. Zadkiel offers delusion and avoidance in exchange for prayer. To follow Zadkiel, is to live a lie. To live a lie is to live better than you are now.
