#alch!writes

Stars above how you hated that mischievous twinkle in his eye socket. Sure on any normal day you would love how his charming smile would break away into something much more genuine and lighthearted like this, but right now in this moment as you were suspended several feet off the ground in a net it.. just spelled trouble.

"WELLL.."

Oh boy, here we go.

"Sans.." you pleaded once more, trying to maintain eye contact as the net swiveled around.

"FIRSTLY MY DEAR I HAVE A QUESTION," he began, taking a few elegant strides to keep up with you, "JUST WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE?"

The question caused you to quickly glance aside which earned you a curious brow raise from the Prince. There were even a few tense seconds of silence as you contemplated your answer until you ultimately.. relented.

"There was a.. cute bunny.."

Another few seconds of silence.

"....PFFT!"

"Argh, I knew you were going to laugh!" you complained, puffing your cheeks into a pout.

He merely smiled in return, a few chuckles slipping through as he placed his hands behind his back.

"OFF FOLLOWING THE WHITE RABBIT TO WONDERLAND, WERE YOU?" he mused with a grin. "SHOULD I GIVE CHESHIRE A CALL AND SEE IF HE MIGHT ACCOMPANY YOU ON YOUR TRIP?"

"How about you let me out of this net before calling him?"

"HMM. I SUPPOSE I SHOULD, BUT I DO FEEL LIKE THERE'S A LESSON TO BE LEARNED HERE.."

"Something about not following rabbits, I presume?"

"MORE LIKE NOT WANDERING THIS FAR OUT INTO THE GARDENS," he stated rather simply.

His expression turned a bit more serious, his browbone tensing in concern.

"IT'S DANGEROUS OUT HERE."

...You.. couldn't really argue that, could you.

Both of the brothers had warned you several times over how potentially dangerous it could be wandering on your own so far away from the house. In all honesty you were just trying to get a cute photo of a bunny as it hopped through the garden, which is why your phone laid on the ground below you.

"I'm sorry," you said gently.

He seemed contemplative for a moment, but at the very least didn't seem angry or anything. Just worried.

....

...Oh wait...

Oh no.

That damn mischievous twinkle was back in his socket.

"APOLOGY ACCEPTED MY DEAREST," he hummed, approaching the net and grasping on to it so you could thankfully stop spinning.

Thank goodness, you were starting to feel a little woozy.

"NOW TELL ME, WHAT GIFTS WILL THIS BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS BESTOW UPON THEIR CHIVALROUS PRINCE ONCE HE FREES THEM FROM CAPTIVITY?"

"....My gratitude?" you said with a grin.

"ALWAYS APPRECIATED, BUT.. IS THAT REALLY ENOUGH...?"

You gave Sans a very pointed stare that he easily matched with a charismatic smile.

Well.. it's not like you didn't want to kiss him.

You actually liked kissing him..

A lot.

He just always seemed to have you on the defense!

It's like you'd forget how to speak, leaving you a stuttery blushy mess every time you broached this subject and you weren't one to get flustered easily! He just always seemed to know how to hit your weak spots...

It was frustrating..

You didn't want to give in.. but..

He was just so dang cute!

".....And... maybe... a kiss?"

Sure enough the sly bastard seemed more than pleased with that.

"CONSIDER YOURSELF RESCUED MY LOVE," he said with a wink, making you pout once more as a flush overtook your cheeks.

Dammit, you'd have to think of a way to get him back for this..

You watched as Sans headed over to a nearby tree and carefully ran a hand near the base until there was an audible click, making you freefall for a second before the net caught you again.

"Eek!"

He laughed once more.

"IT'S ALRIGHT DEAR, YOU WON'T FALL. I WAS JUST RELEASING THE LOCK."

A small frustrated groan left your lips as he meandered back over, a smirk all over his dumb, stupid, cute face.

"NOW LET ME JUST PULL YOU DOWN.."

But you were tired of waiting.

Tired of always getting so dang flustered by this cute skeleton and his cute, dastardly schemes..!

You could rescue yoursel-!

"Ah-!"

"DEARES-!"

....

Ow.

Okay, maaaaybe you should've heeded Sans' advice and actually descended slowly so you would've not..

....

Not uh...

.....

You stared down at Sans' face as he laid underneath you, having served as a very uncomfortable landing pad to your untimely descent. Both of your hands were on either side of his head, having caught yourself from landing too harshly on top of him, but what was catching your eye the most right now was the shade of blue creeping across his skull as he stared up at you.

He looked.. flustered.

.....

"Still want that kiss, lover boy?” you hummed, watching as that blue deepened on his cheeks.

“T-THIS..!”

You waited like a good, patient Princess for your adorable Prince to find his words.

“....THIS IS UNFAIR.”

“All’s fair in love and war,” you retorted, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of his skull… and you were sure to give him a few extras just to make sure your debt was paid in full.

He knew somewhere in the back of his skull it was pointless.

He was too impossibly big to ever not be seen as a threat.

Or.. perhaps everyone else was just too small.

Hm.

Wait, now wasn't the time to get lost in thought.

The human was saying something to him, their words like static spreading across his mind and making his skull itch.

He did his best to focus, only catching on to the tail end of their words.

".....-ut h-here anyways?"

"hm?"

His question came across more as a grumble than a hum, making the human shrink back more.

"W-what did you want??"

They sounded more irritated now.

It reflected in their eyes, seeming to stare at him now with both disdain and alarm.

"ah," he said, stopping his hand from scratching at his head wound out of impulse. "...just.. wanted to talk.."

"About?"

Sans paused briefly, lowering his hand and securing it back into his jacket pocket, and glancing aside.

He said your name gently, the mere mention of it bringing about all kinds of images in his head.

Of your warm eyes and cheerful smile.

He could feel the corners of his own mouth barely tug up into a smile too, that was until the static and the itch returned.

"..I should've figured."

The annoyance in their tone was taking over the fearfulness, and they seemed to have steadied themselves in Sans' looming shadow.

"So, what is it?" It went silent again as Sans tried to put his thoughts in order.

He was here.. to... uh.. talk about you.

No, no.

Not about you.

About you and them.

Them and you.

And how you...

...you...

.......

"...Wel-?"

"...you should break up with them."

Now it was his turn to sit in silence as he was stared up with a relatively new expression, disbelief.

"What?"

He nearly spoke again but he was cut off from a small huff that was followed by a laugh as a human ran a hand through their hair.

"I.. I don't believe this."

Another huff.

"I mean, I guess I should've figured with the way you stare at them.. but.."

And an angry look.

"you've really got some fucking nerve..!"

Sans didn't say anything in response and instead just continued to gaze down at them impassively.

The human managed to match his gaze now and was standing there now as if waiting for something else to be said, but there was nothing left.

Just an awkward silence.

And again that look of irritation was taking over, almost blooming to an irrational anger as the human spoke again.

"And why the hell do you think we should break u-"

"you're a bad match."

The words just kind of tumbled out of his mouth, but they were the truth.

At least, that's the way he perceived things.

Sans would always catch on to the way your smile would falter slightly when this other human was around.

He hated it, watching your bright light be snuffed out by this..

Maggot.

It was eating away at your happiness bite by bite, fattening itself off the sweetness of your affections.

He couldn't stand it.

It was driving him crazy.

And now his skull was itchy again thanks to the static as the human sputtered and rebutted.

Something something how dare he, something something about how he had no right, something something..

Ah, he didn't care.

He really.. didn't..

....But you did.

Right?

Clearly you cared for this person in some capacity.

So.. he wanted to understand...

About what made them so special.

".....sorry.." Sans said quietly, somehow cutting off their angry rant. "maybe.. i'm not.. doin' this right.."

He barely managed to stop his fingers from itching at his wound again.

"....i'm bad.. with... uh..."

His hand flexed.

"words."

The human still didn't seem too pleased, but at least they stopped talking.

"...my lil.. uh.. therapist.. lady.. says it's important to see things.. from others point of view... which is why i wanted to.. talk.."

"....Right."

They crossed their arms.

"Well," they began, your name sliding out from between their teeth and making nearly every bad feeling fire off in his head at once.

He.. he didn't like it.

The way it sounded.

Sounded bad.

Awful.

Horrid.

He couldn't even focus anymore, the words becoming a blur underneath all the bad, bad, bad feelings.

His hand was flexing again and attempting to reach for something that wasn't there anymore.

Something he wasn't allowed to have.

Probably a good thing, honestly, or else this would've ended..

Badly.

But still.. he... can't..

"...understand.."

"..Huh?"

"i don't.. understand.."

Now the frustration was returning.

He could see it in their eyes, his own eyelights seeming to be reflected in them.

"What part aren't you getting? We've been friends for a long, long time and the relationship we have is special. I'm not going to break up with them just because you thin- guh!"

The human seemed surprised as Sans grabbed on to their face, his claws digging into their cheek.

Then that surprise melted away into fear once more.

That all too familiar emotion...

"Let... l-let go of me-!"

"...i'm trying.. to.. see things.. from your point of view..." Sans said dryly as his eyelight bore into their gaze. "therapist lady said to listen.. but i can't. you just don't make any sense.. so.. maybe.."

His words began trailing off more as he seemed to mostly be talking to himself, rather than to the human in front of him.

"...maybe i should.. actually.. see... as you do."

His free hand reached up to his head wound before trailing down to his socket, his long and damaged phalanges piercing through the unrelenting darkness in his skull.

There was a horrid noise as he dug deep, his one functional eyelight going out and leaving them in darkness as the maggot squirmed more in his grasp. Finally he plucked it out of his skull.

An eyeball.

Red and rotted, while a blackness oozed from his socket.

"W-what are you-!?"

Panic.

Another familiar reaction.

They were too small to do anything though as he held them still in his grasp, holding the eyeball out briefly before putting it in-between his teeth and biting down.

Squelch.

Funny that a bug that thrived off feeding on trash could look so disgusted at this action.

He could almost laugh if he wasn't chewing down the leftover remains of his old eye, that blackness now oozing down his chin.

Instead he brought his hand back down, closer to the human's face as their teeth audibly chattered.

That's when the kicking and thrashing started.

"Let go..! LET G-"

He strengthened his grip upon their face, causing them to sputter. Every flailing limb was met with solid bone. Every hit seemed to do practically nothing to the monster as he moved his hand in closer.

"...let's.. see things.. from your.. point of view... hm?"

They clearly tried to scream... ...but nothing but muffed cries came as he plucked it out.

.....

Disgusting.

Humans were so gross.

Still, he jammed it into his own socket, the world going blurry for a moment as the eye went every which way trying to orientate itself.

He eventually gave his skull a firm smack and it finally settled into place, the whole room lighting up in red.

...Ah. ......Everything...

....still.. looked the same? His head tilted to one side. And then the other.

Aas he glanced around, nothing at all seemed different.

The human in his grasp was still as vile as ever, now leaking water from their eyes.

..........Or..... eye.... rather...

It.. just didn't make any sense.

If they're both seeing the same things, how could they not realize how terrible they are for you..?

Were they blind? Or were they just being ignorant?

....

....Maybe.. ...He was still thinking about this the wrong way..? Maybe they... need to see things from his perspective?

He felt his hand flex again.

Ah, such a shame he didn't have it anymore.

Still.. he could...

He gazed once more at the writhing human, their attempts to break free getting weaker and weaker and they sobbed.

"....i'll... make you see... how bad.. you two are for each other.. then.."

He muttered, his hand reaching out and scraping along their head.

"make you see.. what you do to them.."

He dug his claws in, seeming to reinvigorate the human's desire to break free as they struggled. "how you hurt them.. and leech off them.."

They tried once more to strike his arm, his chest.. anything they could punch and kick but he hardly felt a thing. "...maybe... you need a little crack in your skull.. to see things.. clearly.."

CRRRRRRRRAAACK!

....Ah. They broke.

Seems like they couldn’t handle his point of view.

Clearly they were a bad fit for you after all…

It was funny to think that there was still more to be said with how much the two of you talk with each other, but..

Sometimes words just didn't feel like enough.

Perhaps it was just the environment he grew up in, or maybe its just the way he is, but Sans rarely ever talked openly about the things that bothered him.

All of those insecurities and worries were brushed over with jokes to you or snarky remarks to others.

Even as you got him to open up more and more he still seemed hesitant to share everything, even in private. Instead, he expressed those unspoken feelings through the way he held onto you.

Like how he would grasp onto your shoulder and pull you closer to him when he was feeling protective or annoyed with someone else, or the way he grasped on to and squeezed your hand when he was anxious.

These small touches were just your gateway to learning more and more about this enormous skeleton who called himself 'Beast'.

..So it was only fair you return the favor with some touches of your own, right?

"Maybe I should start calling you kitten," you laughed quietly.

Your remark was met with a deep grumble as the monster in your lap lazily opened up a socket, interrupting the purr that had been rumbling in his chest.

"mmm?"

"Nothing," you hummed, going right back to gently stroking his skull with your hands making the behemoth sigh and lean more into your touch.

Seeing Sans be reduced to a big ol' lazy pile of bones like this just at your touch.. well..

It melted your heart in a soft and fuzzy kind of way.

He just looked so content as you ran your fingers over the edge of his cheek, admiring the red tint that tingled underneath your touch. His joints felt similar as it buzzed with collected magic while your fingers delicately followed the curve and grooves of his neckbones. There were small notches and scratches decorating almost every visible bone that you brushed by, making your brows furrow as you got to see each one up close and personal.

Sans really has been through a lot hasn’t he?

These scars were just proof of a world that has been unkind to him.

Sure enough if you asked he’d probably have a story for each and every one.

“a bar fright from a few years ago. someone stopped having a good time and decided to make it everyone else’s problem.”

“was escorting a guy out of town on a job. suddenly he decided he wanted to stay.”

“a few humans thought they could show off how strong they were but it turns out in the end they weren’t so tough.”

He always spoke so casually about these scars. Ask Papyrus and Undyne on the other hand and they both loved to sit you down and recount in full detail their tales of glory earning the scars that adorn their body.

But Sans.. he…

…..

“what?”

You blinked, glancing once more at him to see he had both sockets open and was promptly looking up at you.

Guess you were too caught up in your thoughts.

“..Nothing,” you said once more, not wanting to spoil the mood.

“ahuh, sure,” he said, lifting a hand and gently running his claws through your hair.

This is probably what frustrated you the most. That knowing look on his face, like he could read your every emotion as if it were written all out for him. Sometimes it was nice to not have to air every thought with him, and other times you were just left wishing you could do the same for him.

“s’alright doll, no need to look so depressed. they’re my scars anyways and my victories to share.”

It’s clear he was talking about his scars, but..

“Victories, huh?” you said quietly. “Then.. why do you always sound so sad when talking about them?”

He looked.. surprised for a moment, followed by confused and then.. frustrated?

“..what’dya mean. i don’t…”

He trailed off, still looking up to you for an answer.

“Well, you never really say anything more about them than what happened, and you always end up taking my hand to hold afterwards..”

….

Oh, he’s getting up?

…

No wait he’s just flopping on to his stomach to hide his face in your lap.

“Hey!” you complained, poking at his skull.

Great, here we go with covering things up. Just when the two of you were finally having a moment of vulnerability!

“m’not here right now. please leave a message after tha- ow.”

“That didn’t hurt you big dummy,” you said, still drawing your hand back from its incessant poking just in case it did actually hurt him.

“oof. ah. ouch. the pain… it’s too much..”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

“this is the end. everything’s goin’ dark..”

You leaned down to gently press a kiss to the complaining skeleton in you lap, letting your hand gently brush against his skull once more.

“Better?”

“…i dunno..” he mumbled. “i’m still seein’ a light at the end of the tunnel..”

“Wow, I can’t believe of all things my poking has finally slain the mighty Beast.”

“it’s fer the best, that guy was a fuckin’ jerk.”

You let out a small sigh, trying to fight the smile creeping on your face as you delicately placed another kiss on his skull.

“And yet he was my favorite jerk. I love him very much.”

“……dunno why ya would.. he’s awful.. and rude..”

“And also sweet, and goofy, and smart.”

Now he was just reduced to grumbling some more in your lap, that pretty red tint starting to creep farther along his skull. Too bad for him you still had a lot to say.

“..Sometimes I can’t help but think that the big bad Beast just needs someone to show him a little love and kindness.”

“an’ who would be stupid enough ta take on that kind of pointless work..”

“I would,” you said once more, planting a kiss on his skull, “for you.”

He fell completely silent without so much as a grumble or even a grunt, but the way he tucked himself closer and settled in to your touch spoke more to you than words ever could.

Some were remarkably easy to make, like choosing what he wanted for dinner or picking which book to settle down with for the evening.

Other choices he made were much, much harder.

Like loving you.

That has always been a hard choice.

A part of him would argue it was never really a choice of his own to fall in love in the first place, but rather the involuntary monster instinct of his soul being drawn to its most compatible match in order to create a strong bond and even stronger children…

…but even that was only a small part of this very complex equation he found himself struggling with for a long, long time.

No, perhaps the hardest part of loving you was undoubtedly how easy you made it for him to love you.

By all accounts he should have never really fallen for someone like you in the first place.

You were kind.

Friendly.

Dependable.

Someone he would’ve normally seen as weak and easily to manipulate for his own ends.

Sans, Captain of the Royal Guard, would’ve just strung you along with empty words and false promises before crushing you underfoot when you were no longer useful to him.

It was that kind of sentiment he grew up with in a kill or be killed world where monsters were like roaches and needed to be completely squashed beyond dusting to make sure they wouldn’t just arise from the grave with a plan for vengeance.

But he wasn’t in his underground anymore.

Nor was he Captain of the Royal Guard.

At the time when the two of you met, he was just Sans.

Tired and broken, Sans.

He had spent so long being a cold unmoving tyrant, enacting the will of his Queen without a moment's hesitation or shred of remorse, that the part of him he had shut away for so long just wanted to break free now that he was free from his title and on the surface.

…But then he was crushed underfoot.

The surface that they had dreamed of for so long was nothing but a new layer of hell they had clawed their way up to, with new rules and new structures that were in place to make them suffer.

Worst of all they were stripped of everything.

Status, money, power.

They took it all and left them to rot within the city just like the rest of the garbage.

Fighting his way out of that just left him.. tired.

Tired of struggling.

Tired of feeling like garbage.

Tired of having to spend each and every day toiling about and writhing in the mud just trying to prove that he was worthy of life!

….

It was because you were so bright and so kind that it made him want to open up to you so easily. You were just so.. different from the regular scum of humans he had found himself associating with once he surfaced. They were all cynics and convicts, ready to discard and use each other up without a single shred of hesitation just to get a better foothold in society.

Just like how he was in the Underground..

You, on the other hand, always had a hopeful shine in your eye that things would be better tomorrow than they were today. You truly believed that both humans and monsters could find commonality and work towards a peaceful future together, one built on community and happiness.

You refused to let go of hope in this hopeless town.

What a fool you were.

….and what a fool was he, for choosing to fall in love with such a foolish fool of a person.

Maybe that’s why he fell for you so easily?

Because you were both idiots.

Sans’ fingers reached out to gently brush away a few strands of hair from your face, drawing out a sleepy mumble from your lips.

Well, if he was a fool then so be it.

He’d gladly be the biggest damn fool every day for the rest of his life if it meant getting to spend his time with you like this.

It was peaceful and quiet, with nothing but the lulling sounds of the ocean and your gentle breaths to keep him company as the two of you sat outside on the deck wrapped under a quilt.

The sun was threatening to peek over the horizon beyond the edge of the sea and cast away the darkness of night.

Once more Sans was presented with a difficult choice.

Should he wake you so that the two of you could watch the sunrise like you planned? Or should he let you snooze away some more so he could keep indulging himself and admire your cute sleeping face?

Hmmm.. choices.. choices..

Well, he knew if he let you sleep past the sunrise he wouldn’t hear the end of it. You huff and stomp around, complaining in that cute frustrated tone of yours as you’d scold him for not waking you. Maybe he’d be able to sweet talk his way out of it? You were always so easy to win back over with the promises of breakfast and affection.

On the other hand he always wanted to spend moments like this with you. It gave him a chance to rest his weary soul and for a brief moment believe that maybe today will be better than yesterday..

Hmmmmmmm…

Well, it seems he’s decided.

“..DARLING..”

“…mmmm..”

Oh, you were making this such a hard choice to follow through with when you make a face like that.

“…..DAAARLING..”

“…mmrgmmm..”

“DARLING. ANGEL. SWEETNESS. LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND TREASURE OF MY HEART AND SOUL-“

“mmm! Sans.. Sans..! Ehehe..! SANS!”

You giggled as he kissed you some more on the neck, having punctuated his every word with a small smooch until you were squirming in his grasp to get away from his ticklish advances. He smiled, deciding to grant you a bit of mercy before you tangled yourself up anymore in the blanket and instead gently nuzzled you closer.

“..What..?” you asked drowsily, happily leaning into his touch.

“THE SUN HAS ALMOST RISEN,” he said gently.

“I.. know… I was.. awake..”

His brow bone raised questionably for a moment before a sinister grin spread across his face.

“MY MY, FIRST THING IN THE MORNING AND YOU’RE ALREADY CHOOSING TO LIE TO ME MY DARLING DEAREST? YOU CERTAINLY ARE A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT.”

“I-! I-I’m not! I was awake!”

“REALLY? I DON’T EVER RECALL HEARING YOU SNORE WHEN YOU’RE AWAKE…”

He watched as your eyes darted around to anything and everything besides his face before you smiled brilliantly, and guilty, at him.

“I was.. breathing.. deeply..? You know like uh… meditat-YAAH!!”

You squirmed and squealed as he tickled you, trying your best to catch his wrists but to no avail.

“FOR SHAME DARLING, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO LIE TO ME,” he hummed. “PERHAPS YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL IN YOUR DREAMS WHERE YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH SUCH A THING?”

“N—No! I-I just..! Pfft ahahahaha! I’msorry! Eheheheheh!! I’msorrySans! Pleaaaseee! Stop!”

“YOU’VE MADE YOUR CHOICE DARLING, NOW YOU MUST SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCE!”

“Aah!! Dammit!! Sans!!!”

A shame the two of you missed the sunrise and you wrestled about on deck, but that was alright. There would be plenty more the two of you would be able to watch together in the future. For now he was more than satisfied with his choice as the two of you laughed breathlessly, tangled in each other’s embrace as the light of the morning sun washed over you.

"Ow!"

Well thankfully he didn't bite down that hard with all those crazy sharp teeth in his mouth but also, gah that really freakin' hurt!

You couldn't even be mad as he let go and looked at you playfully.

"Biting is bad..!"

The complaint was falling on deaf ears though as Noodle only curiously tilted his head at your expression.

'Bad' was a vocabulary word you were still working on getting across after all, so you couldn't really fault him for not getting it...

And he at least seemed a bit remorseful now looking at the expression on your face.

He even let out a small trill and took your hand into his grasp, looking over your finger attentively. Maybe mermonsters were made of stronger stuff than you humans? Wouldn't surprise you considering Noodle himself was partially made of bone and the rest being.. fishy tail stuff.

"It's alright," you said with a small laugh, "it didn't hurt that bad."

A lie for sure, but at least your laughter seemed to turn that frown forming on his face back into a smile. He kept a steady hold on your hand though before leaning in once more and gently licking at it.

It was cold and strangely abrasive, only lingering for a moment before he pulled back and inspected your finger again.

"brrr?"

He was looking at you now, tilting his head again.

"Huh?"

He released your hand and you glancing your finger over, noting that it.. didn't really hurt anymore.

"....Did you just heal me with your spit?"

That just earned you another head tilt.

Cautiously you stared at the merskeleton once more before reaching out.

"Boop."

Noodle looked confused, then..

"Ow!"

He giggled before licking your finger again.

The second was placed a little lower, right against the curve of your jaw as his hand lightly slipped underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

The third easily found itself upon your neck, lasting a little bit longer than the others as he let out a small sigh of content.

And the fourth was-

“Babe...”

Your tired and sleep filled tone was met with a small grumble from the large skeleton who currently had his arms wrapped around you, his face currently buried within your neck as he placed another tender kiss along it’s surface.

“hmm?”

“...What are you doing?”

“......kissin’ you...”

“I noticed,” you giggled, turning your head a bit so you could plant a kiss of your own along Sans’ temple. “You know what else I noticed?”

“...hmmm?”

“It’s 2 am.”

“...mhm...”

A beat passed while he placed another kiss along your neck.

“...Why are you smooching me at 2 am?”

“cause i love you.”

You couldn’t help but actually laugh this time both from his sweet response and from the ticklish kiss he placed right against the crook of your neck, making your body scrunch in defense.

“Sans!” you complained in your half hearted attempts at defending yourself, earning yourself a deep chuckle that rumbled in his ribcage.

“...yes, pumpkin?”

Oh you could hear it in his tone, he was teasing you now. So that’s how it was going to be, huh?

“I think you missed a spot,” you said slyly, turning to lay on your back as Sans lifted his head to look at you.

That single white eyelight of his pierced through the darkness of your bedroom as it admired you, seeming to roam over your whole face as if trying to figure out exactly where he missed.

You lightly tapped your lips, watching as his cheeks seem to light up in a dusting of magic, making you giggle.

“Right here, big guy.”

He smiled, slowly leaning in towards you as you closed your eyes in anticipation for him to finally kiss you...

...Except...

.........

.......?

What was he-

“Eep!”

You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth at the sound you let out, another rumbling laugh spilling out from Sans as he released his gentle bite upon your earlobe.

“Sans!” you very quietly hissed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“...what?...thought you said i missed a spot..” he hummed, that teasing note still in his tone.

“I was talking about my lips you dork!”

“.....i know,” he laughed, placing another kiss upon your cheek as you pouted. “.....i just... like savin’ the best for last... and that’s when i noticed i missed... a few more spots..”

You couldn’t even be that angry with how cute his crooked smile was. Still...!

“Stars above, at least warn me next time! Hopefully I didn’t wake the kids..” you huffed, trying to listen for any rustling and crying from down the hall from your shout.

Sans on the other hand didn’t seem worried in the slightest and he chuckled again.

“...if they can sleep through a... thunderstorm, then they could probably... sleep through your squeaking..” he mumbled gently, nuzzling you.

“...You’re just trying to justify the fact that you’re going to kiss me more, huh?”

“...mhm..”

Dang it your big ol’ bear of a husband was just waaaay too cute! Especially when he let out one of those deep, grumpily sighs of content as he nuzzled you some more.

“Well.. can I return the favor at least?” you asked softly, making Sans pause briefly before pulling back.

“...m’kay..”

You giggled at the goofy, love struck smile on his face as you cupped his head in your hands.

The very first kiss you planted gently onto his cheekbones, the very same ones still barely lit with magic as they illuminated the space between you two in a soft glow.

The second you placed a little lower, near the edge of his jawbone and following the curve of it back upward..

Right to the third placement of your kiss, near his damaged socket. He let out a much longer sigh as you placed some more tender kisses around the area, being sure to mind the sharper edges and cracks.

You knew that touching here didn’t hurt him in the slightest, a fact that he adamantly reminded you of when the two of you first started dating. The wound was old, he’d remind you, and being cautious of it only made him feel more.. self conscious about it.

Instead he loved it whenever you kissed him here, making the big skeleton practically turn to mush at such soft and gentle touches.

It was happening right now, as he slowly began to sag more and more before he finally collapsed onto the bed beside you, while you now sat up to smooch your teddy bear just a bit more.

“...honey..” he murmured sleepily between your kisses.

Your him turned into a laugh as it caught on to the sweet expression he had on his face. He seemed to gaze up at you with a certain look in his half-lidded eye socket.

“What, did I miss a spot?”

“..mhm...” he said, lightly tapping a claw to his teeth. “...right here..”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I already kissed you there..” you said, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

“..pumpkin...”

His tone was a little needier now, making your heart nearly burst with warmth, but you were determined to tease him just a bit more as payback for biting you earlier.

“Yess..?”

“...please..”

Well how could you possibly say no to that? Especially with the way he was looking at you, that little whit eyelight of his turning into a heart as it admired you so.

“Alright alright.. but only because I love you so much..”

“i love you too.”

He was just too cute.

That’s why you gave him a big ol’ smooch right on that goofy smile of his.

Stars above he was just way too stubborn sometimes! It really made you wonder what you saw in such a single-minded brute like him..

....

Okay, well you certainly saw a lot.

He was sweet, incredibly charming, very thoughtful and always knew just what to say to make you laugh. That's why you loved spending so much time with that dork.. but today...

The two of you technically already had plans to meet with some friends today for a night out on the town, that is until you woke up a few hours ago with a killer headache and a throat dryer than the desert that no amount of water seemed to satisfy. Despite your best efforts to push forward and go about your day, it was no use. It was too hard to even leave the bed much less spend a whole night out so you just had to cancel.

Of course Sans being the ever observant skeleton he was, thoughtfully asked why and you just merely responded with 'I'm not feeling great'.

Now THAT was the understatement of the century.

Hell you were practically sweating bullets now with a fever threatening to constantly shove you over the edge of dizziness, but still you... you just..

You just didn't want to trouble Sans anymore than you probably did.

Having to cancel your plans already put you in such a sour mood that all you wanted to do was just lay down and wallow in your own misery.

Alone.

By yourself.

With no one else around.

Not even your big, loveable boyfriend.

.....Dammit.

You finally set your phone down with a huff, burying your face back into your pillow as your whole body ached in pain.

Ugh, you felt like absolute garbage.

Plus you just turned Sans away! You knew it actually wasn't really all that much trouble for him to go around town with that teleporting ability of his.. but still!

You felt like such a jerk, all because you were still frustrated about canceling your plans and your head was such a clouded mess of illness and emotions.

..And now you missed him.

Great. Just great.

Maybe if you weren't so stubborn you'd text him again saying 'Just kidding! Please come over. I miss you so much!' but oh boy would he never let you hear the end of it.

..Or maybe he'd take some pity on you because you're not feeling well.

....Knowing him he'd probably just say something funny, like a joke or a cheesy pun that'd have you smiling in a matter of moments.. like..

“honey, i’m home~!”

..Yeah.. something goofy like tha-

...Huh?

"HUH?" you sat up, quickly regretting that decision as your head spun in circles.

Ugh, okay maybe you were even worse off than you thought. Now in your desperation you were imagining hearing your boyfriend down the hall, like he'd just stepped through the front do-

"ah, there's my little beauty."

....!

"Y-you-!" you choked out, glancing at Sans as he stood in the doorway. "What are you..!"

"you said go home right? well i'm home now sugar, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing, alright?" he said with a wink, throwing his jacket on to your desk before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"That's not what I.."

His touch silenced you as he gently brushed the back of his hand against your forehead, the cool feeling of his bone a very welcome relief to the heat swarming your brain.

"stars yer burnin' up something fierce doll.. why don't ya lay back down for me and relax a little, hm?"

"...Ok.."

The amount of concern and tenderness in your tone made you too weak to resist, carefully easing yourself back to laying down in your bed. Luckily Sans' cold hand followed, carefully moving aside some messy strands of hair as he lightly stroked your cheek.

"that's a good little kitten.." he murmured gently, making you flush a bit more. "i gotcha some stuff that'll hopefully help. gotta admit i don't really know a whole lot about human illnesses but thankfully the ol' internets always got some answers.."

Your eyes felt a bit heavier listening to the rumble of his voice beside you, barely catching the sounds of him rustling through a bag until he placed something even colder against your cheek, making you squeak.

"hehe... yer too cute."

"S-shuddup.." you muttered, grasping on to whatever he was handing you.

It seemed like a sports drink of some kind, the coldness and bright color reminding you of just how dang thirsty you were.

There was a bit more rustling as he pulled something else from the bag.

"..Cold medicine?"

"heh.. yeah i uh, wasn't sure what'cha got so i figured grabbin' the most common thing would be alright... no good?"

"No! That... that's great actually," you said, taking the bottle from his hands and giving it a lookover as a small laugh sipped out. "You just had to buy the most expensive brand huh?"

"hey, nothin' but the best for my kitten," he said, gently reaching out to place his hand on your cheek again.

You giggled, setting down the medicine before grasping on to his arm and settling into his touch.

"Thank you Sans.." you said softly, closing your eyes for a moment. "..I'm sorry I had to cancel tonight."

"didn't i say not to worry your pretty little head sweetheart?" he chuckled, his thumb now lightly caressing your flushed skin. "besides, we got plenty of opportunities to go out again. what matters right now is that you focus on gettin' better.. so is there anything else ya need?"

"Just you," you muttered gently, your eyes feeling heavy again.

Luckily you didn't miss out on the slight flush of red that found its way to his cheekbones, that goofy smile that you've come to love so much now on his face.

"Stay with me?"

"always."

His face was too stern and his browbones were much too furrowed for that kind of confession. The terrible scowl that he normally wore like a badge of honor was still present on his face too, only it seemed even worse as it started back at him in the mirror with the afternoon sun shining in through the window.

No, this was definitely not the type of face he should be making when he said he loved you.

..Right?

.....Stars above he really hoped he didn’t make this face at you.

You deserved so much better than that, for all that you’ve done for him.

For everything you continue to do for him.

..He's even told you so on several occasions, when he offered to pull down the moon and stars for you to show his love.

Yet instead you made such a simple request for him.

'Smile more for me Sans!'

Oh, was that was so much more easily said than done, darling.

He's been scowling pretty much all his life. Of course he wasn't a fool, he knew how to smile... just... not in the same way you did.

Not in a way that lit up a whole room and turned that chunk of ice he called a soul into mush.

It certainly didn't make him feel weak at the knees either, like yours did.

Or as hopeful.

Or as.. warm.

He just wanted to capture the way he felt for you in his smile, so he could show you how much he loved you too.

That way he didn't always have to say it.

......

...Well, he was practically glaring at himself in the mirror now, a low growl escaping past his teeth at his own sour expression before he shook his head and sighed.

Alright, time to try this again.

Just relax, Sans.

Ease up.

And a one.. two.. three..!

“I LOVE YOU.”

.....

Hells below that was somehow worse than before!

His smile was so forced and tight it was painful to look at, quickly melting back into his usual scowl as he let a few colorful words also escape past his teeth.

Dammit. C’mon now! Smile you blasted idiot!

Maybe.. try to think of something nice!?

Like you, for example.

He always liked thinking of you.

Let’s see, right now you were probably in the kitchen grabbing yourself another cup of coffee.

He had gotten up just a bit earlier today to brew a big batch of your favorite brand so the two of you could share it over breakfast and still have plenty leftover to fuel yourself through your work. You’d probably be humming that same tune that's been stuck in your head for a few days as you did up your cup. Just a bit of sugar and cream, same as usual, before taking a sip and sighing peacefully to yourself while smiling.

...Ugh, here he was getting weak in the knees just thinking about you smiling.

He had it so bad.

He had it so terribly and woefully bad for you, and for some reason...

He found himself loving every second of it.

That's why he was so desperate to show it to you.

Because sure, he could buy the gifts and say the words but... it just wasn't enough. Words would never be enough to say how much he adored you. So come on, smile! Smile like you actually mean it!

Think of them, and just... smile!

One.. two..!

“I LOVE YOU!”

“I love you too!”

He froze, expression quickly falling into a look of surprise as he caught you in the mirror, standing in the doorway with two mugs.

“Or.. were you talking to yourself there?” you asked, clearly trying to hold in a laugh as he let out a huff.

"DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TEACH YOU TO KNOCK, DARLING?" he muttered, finally turning to you with a frown clearly on his face.

"Well, I would have but my hands were full," you said, lifting up the mugs in your hand. "Plus I wasn't expecting you to be doing... whatever it was that you were doing?"

"...PRACTICING."

"For what?" you asked, unable to hold back your laughter as he approached. "Your very first love confession?"

"YES, WELL YOU SEE.. THERE'S THIS HUMAN WHO I'VE JUST HAD MY EYESOCKET ON. A LONG TIME FRIEND. THEY'RE JUST SO... CHEEKY," he said, pinching one of your cheeks and giving it a gentle tug. "I ALMOST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM!"

"Hmmm. Sounds to me like you should maybe give them a kiss," you said playfully, giving him an extra corny wink as he finally let go of your cheek.

"OH THEY'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T THEY?" he laughed deeply, taking one of the mugs from your hands before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You just couldn't help but let a giggle slip by, a smile lighting up your whole face as he pulled back.

Here he was again, feeling weak in the knees once more as your smile warmed up his whole life. He just couldn't help it. He just couldn't help the way he felt when he watched you be so radiant and bright. It's why the words tumbling out so carelessly yet so filled with every intention inside his soul.

"I LOVE YOU."

And the corners of your smile came up even more, making the edges of your eyes crinkle in such fondness it nearly made him feel breathless.

"I love you too, Sans."

Oh if only this bonehead could see the big, dopey smile on his face right now. Of course, you hoped he never did or else you might not get to see it anymore whenever he said those three words to you.