Love letter for my original readers, as the Undertale Multiverse is where I started out, here's the list of all my UTMV works!
NOTE: All readers are human! Click on the Title for the mood board and link!!
#Little Nightmares [LN]
Bitty!Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Error, Horror, and Cross & GN!Reader
A bundle of bitty Bad Sanses at your service! You're understandably not sure if that's a good thing or not..
#MorTificaTion [MTT]
Horror, Dust, and Killer x GN!Outertale!Reader
In a universe where you just want to go back home. The Murder Time Trio (MTT) and their boss is only making it difficult for you.
#Chocolate Drink For Uhhhh [CDFU]
Stalker!Error Sans x F!Reader
Error has only known Harper for a few seconds but if anything happens to her, he will kill everyone in the room and then himself — what's that? you made her cry?
#Damoiseau in Distress [DD]
Yandere!Blueberry(Swap) x F!Reader
Remembering can either be good or bad. Yet, as a princess, you must secure your kingdom's future. Therefore you shall be engaged with the crown prince, Blue of Snowdin.
he yearns for u. fluff and steven universe mention lol
"Woah, wait. Waterboy. What do you think you're doing?"
You stare widely at his puckered mouth. With a nervous clear of his throat, Herman purses his lips and sits up, slouching over your bent knee.
"I'm... about to, fix—heal, it?" he says as he rubs his nape. "That's looks like a scary pain, injury. Have to... have to heal it for you."
A harsh sting in your stabbed knee reminds you how badly it hurts, so you wince. "Ah, yeah... But please don't tell me you're going to use some kind of healing spit. It sure looked like you were."
"W-Well," Waterboy stutters, visibly trying to find the right words, "yes? It doesn't have, really, no spit! I think. But it heals... Uh, you! And me!"
You chuckle breathlessly, glancing at the overflowing blood on your skin. "Steven Universe type shit, huh? Are you an SU fan?"
"Yes!" he exclaims, a smile pulling on his lips. "I actually, that's where I learned how to heal! By spitting water..." his smile gradually turns doubtful, "into... my scratches... I-It works."
Tears are beading in the corners of your eyes from the painful knee stab. "That's beautiful."
"You don't— Are you, uh, crying?" he gasps. "Steven Universe has— inspiration. I don't blame you for—"
"Just spit on me, Waterboy," you squeeze your eyes shut and look away, leaning your broken knee towards him a little. Some tears escape down your cheeks.
He stares at you for a good moment before realizing. "Y-Yes! I'm-- I will be fast!"
You shudder at the feeling of water being sprayed on your knee, but it feels gentle enough to make you relax. A lot of relaxation, you realize, you actually feel a lot lighter now from that fuckass stab.
Opening your eyes, you see Herm first observing your knee, so you follow his gaze.
Some blood stains are still there, and it's still pinched red. More importantly, the bleeding stopped.
You start to carefully straighten your leg.
"I-I can't heal scars," he clarifies. "Most I can do, uh, keep it clean from infections and no, no bleeding."
It feels so much better than 20 seconds ago.
"Thank you," you smile at him after moving your leg several times. "I feel so much better, holy shit. Thanks, Herm!"
Waterboy smiles, and freezes when you throw your arms around him. It doesn't last long. He feels strangely saddened that he didn't get to hug you too.
But your hand stays on his. "Come on! Let's meet up with the others! ...After I wash my knee off one more time."
the next morning after he got cut. fluff and a pinch of angst?
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Sonar's early alarm is ringing. He should have turned it off already by the second squeak—reflex and instinct—but it continues to ring. Looks like it's one of those days.
"Victor," you murmur, voice laced heavy with sleep, "wake up."
Squeak! Squeak!
His embrace around you tightens. Oh. You didn't even realize he's holding you. Rolling yourself softly, your hand clumsily searches for the top of his head.
"C'mon," you exhale, your eyes still closed as you rest on his chest. "Wake up. Victor. Victor." You pat between his ears lazily. "Vic. Sonar."
Squeak! Squeak!
You groan from sheer annoyance. That alarm's so insistent and loud. "Duuuude. You have work."
He's still not responding—now you're just growing worried. You sit up, wiggling out of his arms, but you don't get far.
Opening your eyes is the last thing you do, and when you do, you see Sonar's half-lidded white eyes. Just from that sight, you wake up entirely, cupping his fluffy cheek with concern. He relaxes at your touch.
"What's wrong?" you ask, quickly clearing your throat after.
Squeak! Squeak! The alarm is still blaring in the background. For how long does that go, man?
Sonar sighs. "I got cut."
Your stomach drops, your brows furrow. "What?"
Squeak!
"Yeaaaahh," he drawls, moving away from your hand, "forgot to change my alarm clock, I guess."
You blink. He grabs a pillow and covers his face with it. There's a whole lot of confusion streaming in your mind right now—why didn't he tell you? But then you remembered, by the time you came home yesterday, he was already asleep. No wonder he looked so restless.
"Oh, sweetheart," you say, hovering your hand on the pillow over his head. "Talk to me."
Squeak! Squeak!
He doesn't reply for a good second.
Sque—!
You shut that darn alarm off.
"Sonar," you try again.
"Sorry," he says, muffled.
You gently lift the pillow up. "What happened?"
"Bottom of the leaderboard." For someone who doesn't have irises, he's surprisingly easy to read. He wouldn't be looking at you right now. "Pretty stupid stuff."
Bottom of the—??? You freeze, making sense of his words. A company that reforms villains, cutting hires when they're at the bottom? You get the sentiment, you really do, but what the fuck??
"Victor," you call. One of his ear twitches. "I love you."
He hums, a rather defeated one, but you feel a hand sneaking over your waist.
"And I'm actually so fucking angry right now," you grunt, pinching between your eyebrows. "Okay, what do we do about this? Want me to talk to them? No, hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself—"
You stare at his eyes. He blinks awfully slow, unusually quiet, and oddly out of it.
"You better not be thinking of stupid shit," you accuse swiftly, but you make sure to soften your voice, "you were—are on your way to becoming a hero."
He snorts. "Can neither confirm or deny."
You roll your eyes before deciding to attack him with kisses of reassurance, offering him sweet nothings and everythings. Hopefully this helps him not to think of having revenge.
Though you do need a lot more information on SDN cutting this bat.
— he would've been ranting if not for the fact he just woke up lol he'd do it over breakfast
writing more than 2-3k words for me is SO HARD IDK WHY!;;!!!!!!
i wanted to write more for my radiostatic fic but dude... das all i got.... for all the chapters i've ever written they're always around 2k brooooooooo i suck
ACT 1: Not A Pleasant Meet, Isn't It?
Chapter 1: Cheap Trick Of You
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
tag:
Alternate Universe
Fellswap Gold Sans (Undertale)
Fellswap Gold Papyrus (Undertale)
Angst
Fluff and Angst
Dark Romance
Drug Use
Non-Consensual Drug Use
Eventual Romance
Eventual Happy Ending...?
Awkward Sexual Situations
It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better
Emotional Roller Coaster
Soulmates
Possessive Behavior
Obsessive Behavior
The Author Regrets Nothing
The Author Regrets Everything
English Is Not The Author's First Language
Yandere
Stalking
Attempted Kidnapping
Kidnapping
Read at Your Own Risk
Forced Drinking
Forced Feeding
Summary and Cover for the fic
Inspired by UTMV Yantober 2024 by @softumbrella
WARNING
*INHALE VIOLENTLY*
This is dark fiction. stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and drug use will be here; you don't like it? turn around and see my other healthy fanfiction sweetheart.
Inspired by UTMV yantober by: SoftUmbrella chapter 20.
You were, honest to the stars, hopelessly in love.
He was too charming for your own good. A silky voice, elegant fashion, and diverse skills that couldn't possibly be matched by another monster. Perfect in every way, he was.
"I love you," you breathed, a smile lifting your lips. "Love you so much, Sans."
Wine smiled back as he rested his phalanges on your cheek. "I love you the most, my dear."
You laughed. "That's impossible. Just accept my love, dork."
Naive, but adorable. He found you endearing in every manner.
But every word you said, oh how he hoped it would be true one day and by heart one day.
Inspired by UTMV Yantober 2024 by @softumbrella
WARNING
*INHALE VIOLENTLY*
This is dark fiction. stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and drug use will be here; you don't like it? turn around and see my other healthy fanfiction sweetheart.
Inspired by UTMV yantober by: SoftUmbrella chapter 20.
Chapter: prologue
ACT 1: not a pleasant meet isn't it?
Chapter 1: A Cheap Trick Of You
note; another unedited writing by yours truly! here's the official version in ao3 ←
🔪 — NOT WANT, NEED
It's always hard to tell what Killer is thinking.
His sockets are empty hollows, silently dripping beads of whatever black substance it is on his face. A practiced smile that almost looks like it's painful—his most recognizable traits, his tragic past in display.
And yet, out of all his comrades, he's the most expressive, the chatterbox of the group.
Only Nightmare would know what's really going on in his mind. Not that he can read his thoughts, not exactly, but he knows if they're negative.
And they usually are.
That's why Killer is so fucking lucky he isn't here right now.
He'd be dead where he stands the moment Nightmare realizes he's not feeling negatively.
Because he's thinking of pure, unfiltered love—lust?—desire? He's not sure himself. Daydreaming of you, the human he met in the last few AUs he visited, the one who nursed him back to health.
Killer wants to stop thinking about you. But the more he prevents himself, the more you cross over his thoughts.
He imagines running away from the big boss and finding his way to you. Then you'd nurse him all over again, and he'd flirt with you this time, let his intentions be known.
Or maybe he finally gets rid of Nightmare. Have you praise him for being so courageous. But one can only dream.
These thoughts embarrass him, of course. Perhaps he's just using you to find confidence in fucking Nightmare up.
Either way, he really, really wants to see you again.
— if u liked this, pls consider reading the ao3 one if u havent yet cuz i added a lot ☝️
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