This kind of day
Heya @arcanusanimaĀ ! I'm your secret santa @amynastreĀ but my blog is nsfw, so I use this blog ! I'd like to thank @undertalesecretsantaĀ for that event and I hope you'll enjoy this little Fellcest confort (can be seen as a brotherly or a romantic relationship).
It was snowing outside. The cold of winter had already set in for several days. Outside, everything was calm. The forest seemed as if it was asleep and only the wind was shattering the silence of the surroundings.
Sans didn't like that kind of time. It reminded him too much of the Underground. As soon as he looked out the window, he felt as if he saw dust on the white powder coat. Yet he knew that it was not the case. It had been several months since the monsters had reached the Surface and Frisk seemed to enjoy living with the crazy old Queen. After all, even when loneliness had driven her crazy, it was her maternal instinct that dominated her. The kid was probably happy with Toriel.
A deep sighs escaped from his sharp teeth. How long had he been sitting in front of his window, exactly? He had lost track of time. Several minutes? Several hours? Several days...?
The crash on the ground floor interrupted his thoughts. Papyrus was probably making breakfast. So he'd been here all night? Damn, he must have had a terrible face now...
This time it was the abruptly opening door that brought him out of his trance. Papyrus was staring at him, hands on his ilium bone. The great skeleton pushed an irritating grumble.
"Sans. I've been calling you for five minutes already. What the hell are you doing? - oh... 5 minutes, huh...? sorry bro, my ears must be clogged. - We are skeletons, Sans, we have no ears. - then I have no ears to hear you."
He winked, but even that movement seemed weak. Papyrus stared at him for a moment, before he approached. He knelt down to be at his height, holding his hands in his own hands.
"You haven't slept, have you? -... no... no... - How long have you been here? - .... no idea..."
A sighs escaped the great skeleton.
"I see..."
He then straightened up, moving away to retrieve the blanket from the bed. He returned to his brother, wrapped him in it, and lifted him up like a princess. Without giving him time to protest, Papyrus left the room with his package, heading to the living room. Even at the Surface, they had kept the same kind of house, a kind of wooden cottage that they had decorated mainly with Halloween decorations. Usually, Sans would have launched all the musical toys distributed throughout the house before arriving at the kitchen to eat, but today he was not even able to stretch out his arm to start one of them.
Papyrus laid his brother on the couch and gave him a stern look.
"Don't move from there."
Obviously, the older one smiled softly.
"you know me, the less I do, the better I feel..."
The younger one did not raise up and abandoned Sans to go to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a tray that he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"are you going to feed me? - Tssssss, you'd like that lazy ass, wouldn't you?"
The tone was not aggressive. It was more like a habit. That was the kind of remark that would have made Sans laugh in normal times. But the little skeleton remained silent, barely smiling.
Papyrus did not rise and sat on the couch in his turn. Then, quietly, he feeds his older brother, taking him spoon after spoon to his mouth. Once the meal swallowed, the larger one cleared the tray before coming to lift Sans. He sat in his place before placing him on his own legs.
"hey bro, no need, you know... - You're obviously not in a position to say that kind of thing. Let the great Papyrus take care of you and rest."
Sans laughed faintly.
"... you're the best... - Of course."
In his arms, Sans felt like he didn't need to be strong or to look happy. In his arms, he could be himself and simply... drop the mask. So of course, it didn't take him long to cry and sob.
As usual, Papyrus doesn't say anything, gently squeezing his brother against him, rocking him a little. He never judged him for that kind of thing. The Surface had much more frightening sides than the world they came from, in terms of its size and the number of potential threats. He was already really happy that Sans survived the horrors of the Underground. It was normal that it takes time to adjust.
When Sans was finally calmed down, almost half an hour later, Papyrus was finally able to speak. It was a small ritual he had set up for his elder brother's seizures to help him relax and sleep. Gently, he breathed:
"You're safe. - ā¦ - We will not return to the Underground. - ā¦ - I love you. - ...I love you too, paps..."
Smiling, the great skeleton leaned over to Sans and laid his teeth on his forehead, leaving a kiss on his skull.
"Sleep. I'll take care of you."
In this way, peacefully, the little skeleton fell asleep, wrapped in his blanket, surrounded by his brother's arms and smell.
