#ht sans x reader

[cloudyskydreams]

Haii!! I love your works and was wondering if I could request underfell sans and horrortale sans (if horrortale is okay) with a goth reader? Nothing in particular really! (Sorry if this is bad English isn't my first language 😅)

Hi thanks for requesting! This request came in perfect timing I had actually just decided today I was gonna start writing the HorrorTale bros as I finally feel I have a decent grasp of how I want their personalities! Also your English was great and I could understand perfectly, thanks so much for requesting hope you enjoy!

Undertale:Sans

•Upon first meeting he isn't phased he's a little intrigued and definitely lays the dark and gothic puns on heavy hoping to get a reaction.

•He thinks the makeup style is interesting and likes seeing what you can pull off with the limited colour palette.

•He also thinks some of the dances are pretty goofy and some are sexy. He loves watching you dance around to your music though. Please do and he might get you to try and teach him some of the ones he thinks are goofy.

•He doesn't mind the music it's not his favorite genre but he won't complain when it's on. Overtime he actually finds a few favorite songs and mumbles along to the lyrics when they're played.

•He loves walking around in public when you're all dressed up. This walking smoking hot dark and mysterious person and then there's him in house slippers and a hoodie that hasn't been washed in weeks. Definitely makes the scary dog privilege joke quite a bit.

HorrorTale: Axe

•Upon first meeting he's super quiet and doesn't talk much as he's a tad anxious around new people but your style makes you stick out to him so he starts to remember you faster.

•He digs the makeup style thinks it's the perfect mix of sexy and spooky. He likes to watch you put it on as it's sort of soothing to him and he thinks the process is neat.

•Loves goth music, the instruments normally used in it are pleasing to his non-existent ears and he really likes when you play some. He's sensitive to certain sounds and certain music gives him headaches.

•He likes the outfit style too and likes to help you pick out accessories and outfits if you want his opinion on such, he's a quiet guy so it's mostly gonna be three word sentences occasionally but you can trust him to be honest about his opinion.

•Out in public you're a power couple walking down the street both dark and mysterious looking. The weak of heart steer clear of you guys when you're out and about having fun that's for sure.

[anneimaginesundertale]

S/O leaves all kind of nice notes around. How about Sansy ^-^

Sansy loves post-it notes. When you have memory problems like he's got memory problems, sometimes you just need reminders around the house. All the walls of his room have post-its on them. Some are jokes he wants to remember. Some are people's names and phone numbers. Some are about the past, or the present. Some are about you.

You love helping him with his wall. Once you found his post-it stash (well, one of them; he forgets where he put them, so they're stored all over the place), you made it your goal to leave him at least one nice note per day. Sometimes you just write I love you. Sometimes you tell him why. Sometimes you write him reminders--there's food in the fridge, we already have milk so we don't need more yet, Sweets is coming over for dinner on Thursday. You write whatever you think he needs to remember.

One section of Sansy's post-it walls is just for these notes. On a big post-it at the top, he's written: "Reasons I love Y/N".

[orbital-inclination]

HE MISSPOKE, BADLY

[soul-shenanigans]

Can I try Horror's hat? It seems big, so probably won't fit my head, but I want to try-

there you go buddy-

[yeosin-n]

Omg ur so wonderful!!! I was wondering if we could give horror some chocolate? (And if he's up for it maybe even a hug... Or a kiss) please? I love ur stuff btw!!!!

I ALMOST FORGOT HOW HOT HORROR IS he’s so fun to draw

[kaygee-doodles]

:O The boys getting turned into cats for magical reasons, do they behave differently as cats or are they pretty much the same?

Horror is the cat that's always trying to convince you that you forgot to feed them. He's starving. He hasn't eaten in YEARS. (In fact, he had eaten 20 minutes ago)

Nightmare is a smol, angry, fluffy thing that wakes you up in the middle of the night by staring intensely at you.

Killer is a chaos goblin. Nothing on a flat surface is safe.

Dust is the solar-powered cat, seemingly immobile in a sunbeam during the day, mysteriously showing up around the house at night (didn't you see him in the room you JUST left? What's he doing on the couch? How did he get there?)

Error is the cat you never see. You know he's around...somewhere. But he doesn't come out unless you are very chill, very still, and the vibes are good. When he stars align, he may decide to deign you with his presence.

[aka-indulgence]

Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!

I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…

Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?

(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)

(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))

——————

Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.

“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”

“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”

“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”

He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”

So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.

“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”

“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”

nice? is that all i have to say about her?

“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.

…

i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.

“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.

“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.

He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.

“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”

Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”

“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.

“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.

“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”

Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”

“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”

Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…

Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?

Your dad broke the silence.

“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”

Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.

“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”

Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.

“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”

“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…

“Found it,”

He turned his phone around.

There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.

Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.

He must’ve looked unhinged.

“What do you think?” Your mom asked.

“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”

Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”

****

You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).

Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.

But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.

A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.

“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”

“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”

“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”

“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”

You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.

Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.

“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”

“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”

It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.

You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”

Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.

Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.

“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”

You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.

Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.

“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”

“What?”

“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”

“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”

There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.

You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.

Oh how naive you were.

He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.

“b… baby…… b… baby…”

Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!

It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.

And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.

Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.

“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”

[frozrowan]

After reading @llamagoddessofficial Kraken husband scenario, I had this image in my mind that I had to draw ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Even kraken Skull tries to keep his s/o save from himself, she still go outside at night against warnings and she end up finding Skull near the cliff leading to ocean🌊

[deerylife]

Kitty beanie KITTY BEANIE!!

[n01r-kn1ght]

It’s finally finished-

Anyway, sans x anomaly y/n but their an alien instead

It actually turned out pretty good inmyopinion and it’s interesting to see how different the drawings look between the time I took

Anyway, this was heavily inspired by I Really Want to Stay at Your House from Cyberpunk Edgerunners

As well as @htsan ‘s human sans

Also background on its own cause I’m really proud of it

[kalid0]

Last of : "htsan" sans × you week challenge

Day 7: I LOVE/love you.

Thanks @htsan for such a fun art challenge! I had so much fun this week doing this and what better way to celebrate the anniversary of sans being crowded tumblr sexy man lol!

[anneimaginesundertale]

(Sansy with a SO that passed our from over work)

Oh cher, that's just not gonna do! He scoops you up and takes you to bed, and he sits with you to make sure you're all right. He also calls his brother. While he's watching over you, Sweets is working on a plan to make sure this never Happens Again!

When you come to, the boys feed you, give you tea or coffee, and then have The Talk. You can't do this to yourself, cher! No, really, ya gotta stop. Ya skipped two meals. Ya can't do that! Sweets has a whole plan to help you get stuff done every day so things don't pile up. Yeah, they'll talk to your boss if they need to. Yeah, no, they really will. Sansy don't mind pulling out the scary face if he's gotta. You're more important than work, cher. Now have another sandwich.

[orbital-inclination]

*Ht!Sans wishes you a happy belated valentine’s day. and tries to ask you out on a date shhhh

(And a couple more under the cut~)

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING!!!! /p

Thank you again to the wonderful @lemonyskulls for bringing the Replanting Roots crew to life for me! I commissioned them and I am IN LOVE with how much detail they put into the art. They went above and beyond my expectations. Please go and him some love and support! He deserves it with the amazing talent that he has.

Horrortale Paps- Cedar

Horrortale Sans- Hickory

Fellswap Sans- Sable

Fellswap Papyrus- Whiskey

Horrortale belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Fellswap Red belongs to Ziznine

Again thank you so so SO much Lemon! I am beyond happy with the results!

I will be posting the next update within a few days for Replanting Roots over on AO3.

[kaygee-doodles]

How would the boys handle a reader that has low relationship confidence, is fully aware of it, and requires some extra reassurance? Someone who who would walk up and go, 'Hey, I know you care about me but my brain is weird sometimes and I know it these feelings aren't necessarily rational but I just need to make sure you aren't getting tired of me and would tell me if I did something that really bothered you?'

Nightmare: "If I didn't like you, you wouldn't be here. Or living. Now stop being silly and come sit next to me, I'm almost done with this chapter."

Killer: Oh, you've done it now. He's all over you. You won't ever need to ask again.

Dust: He loves your weird brain. He'll reassure you as much as you need.

Horror: Makes a note to remind you more often that he loves you.

[aka-indulgence]

Too Spooked to Sleep

Just like the title, sometimes I can’t sleep bc my brain is busy being mean and making me think about stuff that scares me fhjdfk and so… camping with ht!sans and while (reader) is having the same issue, he comes to the rescue :>

———

Your eyes are wide open, staring at the top of the tent. You can’t sleep. Of course it’s to be expected, you’re sleeping outdoors, you just had a day full of adventures and shenanigans with your friends, you’re in the tent with Sans and of course you’d like to talk with him longer but… Sans is asleep. When you look over, his chest rising and lowering softly… he must’ve been asleep for a while.

You look at your phone. 2AM.

At this rate I’m going to stay up until sunrise.

You were tired. You should be asleep by now. It’s not like you’re feeling sleepless. It’s just-

CRACK!

You flinch, biting your lips.

Lo and behold, there’s noises out in the wilderness. You know you’re safe, this is a pretty popular camping spot. There are rangers… uh… out there somewhere. People have come here for years, and there’s been no incidents reported. You’re not the only ones camping here, you’ve got Sans and your friends, and there are other people on a site not far from here. Families, too. For camping sites, this is one of the safest.

… And yet…

Everytime you’re about to fall asleep, you hear a crack. Or a hoot of an owl. Or some… other weird noise that kind of sounds like a creaking metal gate. That was the worst noise. Sometimes it’d sound real close to the tent.

The brain was a wonderful, creative beast. And right now, it was real creative when it came to scaring you. First it was the usual, thoughts of bears or confused deers came to mind… and then the weird stuff, like some sort of creature that wasn’t human or monster shambling through the trees… maybe a killer? Looking for someone who’s still awake and if you look at them they’ll kill you?

Every shadow playing over the tent caught your attention. The image of a man-shaped shadow on it comes to mind, with weird eyes and a thousand-yard stare, right into your soul… walking and then.. stopping… making that crunching noises…

A screech, somewhere in the forest. You almost screeched, tugging on your sleeping bag and remembering it’s not a blanket. You sit up, eyes darting around for the culprit. The horror creature. Whatever.

It’s not real!

You take a breath, then take another peek at your phone. 2:30, this time. You do your best to hold back a groan.

Fuck, you’re so tired. Your muscles are aching, your eyelids are drooping, you’ve got a sleepy headache, you’re sweating- urgh, you’re just so uncomfortable.

You sigh with defeat, going back to lay down and-

“what’re you doing.”

You’re not proud of it. Looking behind and seeing a single red eye staring a few inches from your face made you yelp the most embarrassing yelp you think you’ve ever heard and your heart practically was fighting to escape you.

“Shit, sorry,” you exhale, running your hands through your hair, wondering if you woke up the whole site with your yelp.

Sans stares at you with wide eyesockets, startled.

“s… sorry for scaring you…”

His apologetic tone eases you right up and you look at him. “No no, you didn’t scare me, I scared myself.”

His red eye was quite frightening while your mind was racing with all pictures reminiscing horror game stuff, but you had to make sure that Sans knew you weren’t scared of him.

“why.. are you still up?” Sans tries again, and you sigh, pursing your lips.

“It’s… stupid,” you try to hide under the covers, “I’m just… spooked. I’m too scared to sleep right now. I keep imagining some kinda.. axe murderer walking around the site.”

Sans… actually scoffs, a chuckle bubbling up that you can’t help but find attractive, his sockets crinkling.

“s… sorry, i’m not laughing at you. just… remembering stuff,” he says knowingly, ruefully looking off somewhere, remembering memories he hasn’t told you about. “it’s not stupid. you told me… it’s… ok to be scared, right?”

That makes you smile. You remember the nights where he’s curled up in bed and shaking while you comfort him.

“Yeah… you’re right.”

“i… i know how it feels. being stuck outside… not knowing what the sounds outside mean. there was… a monster, lurking in snowdin forest… underground. lost... its mind. when you heard something there, it was a sign for you to leave.”

You nodded solemnly. Of course… Sans literally lived in a serious survival situation for so long. He’d understand.

Sans’ grin takes on something more playful. “if… there were any… crazy axe murderers walking around though? i’m here. if they try anything… they won’t be expecting a skeleton monster out of everything. i can axe-murder them right back.”

You… accidentally spit in his face, your lips pursed from being all serious and suddenly spewing when a giggle surprises you. You offer him a quick apology (he doesn’t seem to care, really), and tell him “oh my god, ok… I guess you’re my… axe-murderer in shining armor?”

“yes.”

His eyelight glows a softer red, almost pink, watching you giggle silly in your sleeping bag. 

“Ah… thanks Sans. that… really made me feel better.”

“of course.”

You stare each other for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company, when Sans offers something you couldn’t ignore.

“... do you want to cuddle?”

“Oh, yes please,”