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Nonny this ask is a fluffy treasure in an ask box filled with thirst traps... idk how my ask box got that thirsty but I needed me some fluff XD

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If lamia Red found Sans sleeping, especially sleeping in one of the pillow and blanket nests Red tends to make around the house, he'd do two things:

first he'd die from cuteness, but only on the inside of course, can't ruin his big bad predator vibes on the outside UwU

then he'd slowly, suuuuuuuper slowly, slither up and around Sans, and around, and around, and around... until he has Sans all nice and coiled up in his tail. When he's sure Sans is all nice and safe, he'd lay down on top of his coiled tail and just watch his pretty little mate sleep. His eyes would roam over the plump smol skele, his tongue flickering as he enjoyed the smell of Sans in his nest. He'd use the very tip of his claws to gently caress Sans' cheek, light enough that Sans wouldn't notice. And he'd probably fall asleep while Sans watching~.

Once Sans woke up he'd be buried in snek tail and completely stuck under a ton of sleeping lamia. Even if he tried waking the big lug of snake, Red would not stir even a bit, he'd probably coil even tighter around his little mate. Sans would be thoroughly trapped for the forseable future~

Ohhhhhhhhh!! Very lovely combo~ OwO Hope you don't mind the little twist to this >:3c

DAY 7 - Fairy tales: Little Red Riding Hood + Werewolf

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Red ran.

One hand gripped the edge of his hood, while the other steadied him as he sprinted through between the tries and over roots and fallen branches. The picknick basket he had been carrying had been lost a while ago, when he slipped on some grimy leaves hiding an especially smooth rock. He was lucky he only lost the basket, and not another tooth. Though maybe this time it would have grown back? Given his shity luck today, he didn't want to risk it.

The day had started innocently enough, but it quickly went down hill.

He'd thought it would be a nice lazy day spent on the couch napping, but Edge had other plans as he dropped his red hood and a picknick basket into his lap, and shooed him out the door.

He got saddled with delivering some sorely needed supplies to the old goat lady in the forest. He didn't really mind doing it that much, the old lady had some good jokes and puns to share, and they had been friends for a long time, but this was supposed to be his fucking day off!

He grumbled and cursed, feet kicking any rock unfortunate enough to be laying in his way as he trudged through the forest, all the way to the old lady's cabin. Once there, he quickly gave her the goods and only exchanged a few jokes before turning on his heels and starting his walk back home, trying to get at least some nap time in today.

Alas, fate was a bitch and decided he was screwed today.

While he walked home (curse this stupid forest, and it's stupid magic that made shortcuts a mess) something changed in the atmosphere. He could feel something watching him, but couldn't see anything moving. The rustling around him could have been the small creatures that thrived in the dense forest, or just the gentle wind that seemed to always blow between the old trees. It was normal. Everything was the same as usual. Nothing was out of place.

Yet Red could feel his magic standing on end, some deep instinct telling him something was wrong.

He tried walking faster, intent on getting as out of the forest as soon as possible, and he was close. Only a few more minutes separated him from the edge of the forest, where his shortcuts would work and would take him far away from this worrying chill. His mind was focused on the path in front of him as all he could think about was finding the first working shortcut when a sudden snap behind him startled him enough to snap his head back.

A mistake.

A fatal mistake.

All he could see was a large jaw, teeth like daggers, snapping towards him. With a yelp, Red jumped to the side quickly, trying to avoid the jaws closing on his head, and he made it... almost. Instead of snapping shut around his skull, the teeth closed on his shoulder, breaking through the bone and sending a painful jolt down his arm and up his spine.

With a scream, Red focused enough to summon his magic and launch a few bones in his attacker. Thankfully, the magic that interfered with his shortcuts didn't stop his basic attack magic, and the bones hit true. With a snarl, his attacker flung his head to the side with a growl and, mercifully, released Red. Unfortunately, the swing of the attacker's head launched Red into a tree, where he hit his skull.

Hard.

And everything went dark.

When Red woke up, skull ringing and shoulder stinging, there was someone standing over him. Instinctively, Red tried to summon a few bones to defend himself, but a sudden spike of pain from his whole body made the magic fizz out.

"who-," Red's teeth ground together as another jolt of pain shot through his body, vision swimming as his bones started rattling.

He couldn't move, and he could barely make out the person leaning over him. Slowly, they leaned down and Red could see a flash of bone as their hand snapped up and moved Red's hood away from his skull. He could feel something snag on the hood, but his mind and body were still shaking from the pain, and he couldn't focus on that. Instead, he tried to focus on the monster in front of him.

A skeleton monster.

"well, it's a shame i had to find you here, little wolf." The stranger spoke, voice deep and sounding almost regretful.

'wolf? wha' da hell is he talkin' about?' Red couldn't unclench his teeth enough to ask all of that, all he could do was growl out a short "who?"

"who? hmmmm..." The skeleton monster squatted down to be on Red's eye level, one browbone raised as his stare intensified. "name's sans. sans the skeleton. and i'm here for you little wolf."

Red only stared back at him, completely lost in what the other was saying. His confusion must have been pretty obvious as the strange skeleton chuckled and continued.

"i'm a hunter. got some info that there was one of your kind here i needed to come and get." Sans' hand suddenly snapped forward and grabbed Red's chin, moving his head left and right as if he was examining something on his skull. "didn't expect to find you that easily, though, not that i'm complaining, more couch time for me. but..."

Sans slowly got up, a frown forming on his skull. He looked as if he was staring at a puzzle he couldn't really figure out.

"somethin' don't feel right... your lv...," Sans' words didn't make sense, but Red could feel his instincts warning him that something bad was coming. "welp, not much i can do little wolf. a job's a job, you know?"

With that Sans summoned a few bones and pointed them at Red and with a final "don't hate me, ok. it's better this way," he let them fly towards him.

Red's sockets grew wider as he looked at the bone attacks coming directly at him. With a whimper growl, he gathered his magic and summoned a wall of bones in front of him. The attacks clashed, and a flash blinded both monsters. Luckily, Red closed his sockets on time and the flash hadn't blinded him. Sans wasn't that lucky, the flash had hit him full force, and he was stumbling backwards as his phalanges rubbed at his sockets.

Seeing his chance, Red sprang up and started running. He had no idea how strong Sans was, but he was in no shape to fight anyone right now. He could barely run, his whole body still aching from whatever his first attacker did (was that also Sans before?). Red had no idea, and he didn't plan on finding out.

He ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed that he was running in the wrong direction. Instead of towards the edge of the forest, he ran inwards, deeper into the darkness and the old magic that made his own act strangely. Even worse is that he had to run away from the path, making it impossible to orient himself.

Now he was lost, and there was a murderous hunter on his tail... literally.

As he ran and stumbled, he noticed something hanging behind him. Thinking it was a branch that got snagged in his hood, he reached back and tried to pull it off, so it wouldn't trip him. But it wouldn't come off, when he pulled a jolt of pain shot up his spine and with horror blooming in the pit of his stomach he realized what it was.

A tail.

A quick swipe of his hand over his skull revealed what Sans had been looking at.

Ears.

He had a tail and ears. He didn't have those before passing out. Now he had them.

'wha' da hell is hapenin'???' Red could only guess the first attacker had something to do with his new appendages, but he didn't have much time to dwell on that.

No.

First he had to escape.

When he was safe, he'd get Edge and go to Alphys to get to the bottom of this. But for now, escape was his one and only priority.

He paused for a second, holding on to a tree as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel his stamina running out, the previous encounter and his new injuries and full body pain making it impossible to run much longer.

If he didn't think of something, the hunter would get him.

But what could he do? How could he escape?

Just as he got some breath back and tried to focus and think of something, a bone flew past his skull and embedded itself into the tree in he was leaning on.

The hunter found him.

He had to-

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.................. okay before you kill me for that cliffhanger! Listen! Guys! Friends! Pals!! Friendos! LISTEN! Please! XD

That's almost 1500 words... it should have been 500ish! Listen! I know the cliffhanger is bad, I really do! But like... it's 3 times the size it should be >.>;;;

And tbh this did not go the way I wanted it to soooooo... I'm gonna stop it there :P

There was supposed to be a secret smuty part to this but! I can only see it going very dark if it turns to smut at this point, and I don't see Sans being the type to do that, so I'm gonna leave this here :P

As for this fic, the end goal is kustard so Sans won't really hurt Red here. Why you ask if Sans is here to kill Red? Well, 2 reasons:

Sans is there to kill a werewolf that went insane and started killing monsters indiscriminately. That werewolf is the one that attacked Red but didn't kill him (Red's quick doge and bone attack saved him) but... it infected him, and he's starting to turn into a skeleton werewolf. So basically it's a matter of mistaken identity. That's why Sans was confused over Red's LV, it's too low for him to be the werewolf he's looking for. But Red was there (wrong place at the wrong time) so Sans figured the info might have been a bit wrong, and he attacked Red.

The second thing that raised Sans' doubt is that Red didn't attack him while he was blinded. If Red was the werewolf that Sans was tracking then he would have mercilessly attacked Sans, and even more than that, Red wouldn't have used bone attacks. The insane werewolf doesn't have the mental capacity to use magic anymore, just its insane strength and teeth :P

So Sans is just trying to tire Red out to capture him without either of them getting more hurt, and after that he'll take him with him, tie him up and figure out that Red isn't the real bad guy... then kustard time as Sans teaches Red how to cope with his new instincts UwU

THERE! I didn't leave you hanging completely! Just can't write all of this cause it would take forever XD

This one is so freaking good hun!! QwQ I loved writing this one~! Hope you enjoy it @mystery-fic-anon ❤

DAY 6 - Absolute Randomness: Anime/manga (Love confession under Sakura trees) + Lamia AU

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It's a beautiful day outside, flowers are blooming, birds are singing and the Sakura are blooming.

Finally, spring was here. The forest was starting to come alive again. Small creatures waking from their winter slumber, birds coming home from their long travels south and the trees donning their finest gowns of gentle greens, whites and pinks. The Sakura trees, unusually abundant in this part of the forest, stood out even amongst all the other beauty of the early spring forest.

Their flowers sparkled in the gentle sunshine, petals slowly falling and covering the mossy forest ground. It was almost like another winter came, but this one filled everything with gentle scents and sights. It almost looked magical. Unreal. Beautiful beyond the reality of the world.

But none of that interested Red as he sat between the roots of an old Sakura tree, probably the biggest and oldest one in the forest. He knew the sights were something many would give a lot to see, but he had something a lot more beautiful in mind. Something that had mesmerized him for a few seasons already. Something he held close to his soul and wanted to see after the long, arduous winter.

His crimson eyelights flitted around, catching even the slightest motion. He could feel his nerves slowly fraying at the edges as his mind raced, panic slowly but mercilessly building up as the object of his quarry failed to show up.

The winter had been unusually harsh, and he wasn't sure that the one he was waiting for endured it. Every moment that passed made him hate himself a bit more.

If only he had offered his house as shelter.

If only he persisted in finding a better and safer place to wait the winter out.

If only he tried harder to say what he felt.

If only he confessed before.

As his mind spiraled inwards, he failed to notice the slight rustling of petals as something big approached him. He would have completely missed the behind the sound if he wasn't their intended target. The sound kept coming closer and closer, the rustling seeming to get even less noticeable as it approached.

Red sat there, frown deepening as a shadow loomed over him, and just as he noticed the change in the gentle light that passed between the flowers, it was too late! A pounce and he was buried under something huge! His breath forced out both from the new weight and surprise.

But before he could panic and call his bones or blasters, he noticed a flash of blue and went limp, relaxing as all his worries and shock melted away.

'sans,' the thought ran through his mind, making his soul skip from pure joy at finally seeing his friend. It was hard to express his delight at seeing him again, so outloud he said "wha' da heck are ya doin' ya overgrown noodle?"

The pressure eased from him as Sans pulled back enough so they could look at each other. The big lamia, his blue tail slowly wrapping under Red as he lifted him into a more comfortable position, grinned smugly at Red. They both knew Sans had caught Red by complete surprise and that he was very much enjoying Red being flustered about it.

The lamia had been playing tricks on Red since they met. Mostly by hiding when Red came to see him and then spooking him in many different ways. Or using some strange combination of flora and magic to make whoopee cushion sounds. Or when he made Red trip up and caught him before he fell and hurt himself on the uneven forest floor. Sans was a lamia of many pranks and Red was sure he tried them all on him.

But he had something important to say today and he wasn't going to let Sans prank him and make him laugh and forget.

"yea, yea. be smug ya noodle but i ain't gonna laugh at yer pranks today." Red mumbled out as he straightened his ruffled clothes, trying to get some confidence before speaking about what he had been mulling over the whole winter.

"what wrong? hurt?" Sans asked, trying to move Red's clothes away to check if he hurt him accidentally, only to get his phalanges slapped away by the small flustered bundle of bones sitting in his coils.

His speech was still a bit choppy and sometimes hard to follow, but he was learning pretty fast. When they met Sans could only use a simple kind of sign language, and even that only to describe simple concepts of where to hunt or sleep. It wasn't that Sans wasn't smart enough to learn spoken language, it was just that he never had a chance since he lived alone with only one clutch sibling since they were very little. And even that didn't last long since lamia were mostly solitary beings, at least until they mated.

Since they met, Red has been teaching Sans how to talk, but the winter was long and some progress was bound to be lost. Still, Red understood what Sans was asking, and he could feel a pang in his soul over the thought of making Sans worry after they hadn't seen each other in so long.

"nwa, ain't hurt just wanna say somethin' 'mportant..." Red quickly reassured Sans, grabbing his hands both to stop them from fretting and to help him ground himself. "i've been worried fer ya, sans. da winter was... bad an' i didn' know if ya were ok or not. and i couldn' find ya cause th're was too much sno' and i-"

Suddenly, Sans arms snapped up and around Red, cutting the panicking words from overflowing even more. Red froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden movement, but he quickly melted into the embrace and hugged back, phalanges tangling into the bigger monsters ribs. He hid his face into the wide ribs in front of him, trying to breathe slowly, so he wouldn't cry do something stupid.

"sssssssssssshhh, am ok. no hurt. red no hurt. me no hurt." Sans' gentle words, a little hiss following each sentence as he shushed him, helped Red calm down after a fem more moments of clinging to Sans.

When he was sure he had complete control over himself, Red untangled his phalanges from Sans' ribs and pushed on his chest to get Sans to let him lean back enough to see him.

"i was worried."

"yesss. know."

"... i missed ya."

"missssssed red too."

Sans tried leaning forward for a nuzzle, but Red's hand in his face stopped him. Confused, Sans pulled back, head tilted to one side. Red understood his confusion, he never stopped Sans from showing affection. But he still needed to say the most important thing and didn't want to risk chickening out missing out on the opportunity.

"wait, i need ta tell ya somethin' first," Red said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. He had to do it. He had to say it now. He couldn't leave Sans alone again, not after the horror this winter was. Even if the next winter was a long way away, he couldn't risk the time slipping through his phalanges and losing Sans to the next winter.

Sans, as patient as his magic coulour hinted, sat still and watched Red collect himself. Only the tip of his tail twitching showed that he wasn't as calm as he appeared, but Sans paid it no mind, all his focus on the small skeleton in his lap.

"sans...," Red started, taking one more deep breath, then he opened his sockets, expression full of determination as he looked Sans directly into his eyelights. "i love ya."

Red could feel his cheeks warming up as he stared at Sans. The lamia's sockets widened for a moment, the words slowly processing as his barely awake brain trying to understand the words he had only learned about once.

They stared at each other for a few soulbeats, Red already starting to worry the other would reject him when, suddenly, Sans started leaning down, eyelights fixated on Red's. Sans slowly tilted his head, never breaking eye contact, as he leaned closer and closer. At first, Red was confused about the other's actions, but as their teeth almost touched and Sans paused, Red's brain caught up with the situation. He could feel his blush intensify, his magic travelling down his cheeks and his neck, even his joints started glowing slightly. But Sans didn't move an inch more... he was waiting. Waiting for Red to cross that last barrier between them.

Without missing another soulbeat, Red leaned forward, their teeth touching and magic sparking, both of their sockets closed as they could finally enjoy the closeness their souls had been longing for, even if their words and minds wouldn't admit it.

They both sat there, under the oldest Sakura tree in the forest, legs and coils tangled up as they indulged in each other. Pink Sakura petals gently falling, almost as if they wanted to help hide the two from the world, so they could enjoy each other to their souls content.

No more words were said.

None were needed.

They finally had each other and that was their everything.

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.... does anyone have a leash that works on plot bunnies? A short one? Like 500 words max? I'm asking for a friend ._.

I promise this was supposed to be short like it was yesterday... like max 500 words short... why am I like this?!?!? Someone help me!!! I need an intervention!! QAQ!!!

Sans spent the winter hibernating in a cave somewhere, but Red didn't know exactly where since usually Sans was the one that found him when they met up. The winter was bad (frick global warming DX) so Red was super worried it would be too cold for Sans to survive. But Sans is a very smart snek and took good care of himself :3

This has been sitting in my ask box forever and I honestly didn't even remember which bara bois it was about... sorry nonny ^_^;;;

Since it's been a while some of this might not be completely in line with what I have written before but I hope you'll all still like it :D

The bara bois are bara Red, bara wolf Red and bara lamia Red!

Since the ask is a bit spicy I'll be putting it under the cut.

18+ only please!!

Ohhhh! Love the combo! OwO Hope you like! :D

This ask won the random picker! The rest I got will stay in my inbox and I'll try and get to them when I have time ^_^

DAY 1 - Absolute Randomness: Mafia ("Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.") + Wingfic

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Red groaned as he lifted a clawed hand to his aching skull.

'wha' da hell hit me? a bus?' he thought as his nonexistent brain tried to scramble and remember what happened.

He was doing a favour for one of Edge's contacts, something about some goods he needed secured from the heat. It was going well, the grunts were doing their job properly and they were almost done, only a few of the more fragile boxes that needed an extra soft touch were left when... the pigs! The pigs sniffed them out and busted in and started shooting the place up!

The moment Red remembered this his ear holes noticed muffled noises around him and his sockets flew open!

"mer-" the curse word died before he could growl it out as his eyelights landed on an angel.

Leaning over him, expression mixed between peaceful and worried, was an angel. Beautiful fluffy wings surrounded him on each side, feathers lightly touching the floor next to his skull as the angel kneeled next to him, hand positioned over his chest, his soul, as green magic poured from them. But what cought Red's eyelights most were the perfect unmarked pearly bones. A skeleton monster. No, a skeleton angel.

Red would have been sure he's dead if his head didn't hurt like a bitch because such a perfect existence couldn't be real.

The green magic suddenly stopped and Red noticed the angel looked up at him, a strange spark flashing in his eyelights, then the wings started to fade away and Red could see the skeleton more clearly.

A cop. His angel was a damn pig.

"hey buddy, glad i could keep you alive, now let's see if i can get you to sing", the angel said as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Red, his head still splitting, could only gape as the smaller monster grabbed his hands to cuff them.

He wasn't worried about being arrested, it wasn't his first rodeo with the corrupt judicial system, but he couldn't believe that an angle like this could actually be an on the enemies side.

But... you know what they say, "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" and Red was already plotting how to do just that.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), ans (underfell)/sans (undertale), Sans (Undertale)/Sans (Underfell), UnderFell Sans/UnderTale Sans, Undertale Sans/Underfell Sans - Relationship, Kustard Characters: Sans (Undertale) Additional Tags: Sans/Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, Sans (underfell)/Sans (undertale) - Freeform, Sans (Undertale)/Sans (Underfell) - Freeform, underfell sans/undertale sans - Freeform, Undertale Sans/Underfell Sans, kustard - Freeform, Sanscest - Freeform, Consensual Non-Consent, Hunting, Rape Roleplay, it’s completely consensual but they are playing a rape scene, Knotting, Come Inflation, Cum Inflation

Summary:

Dang this was a chalenging combo! XD And not cause I couldn't think of something, it's just that everything that came to mind would need so much worldbuilding I would be writing a multi-chapter fic XD

But no! 500 words or less! I already messed up yesterday so today it's gonna be short!! XP

DAY 5 - Absolute Randomness: Sci-fi (With you i have the whole universe in my hands) + Pornstar AU

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Red sat in a chair that could barely fit his bulk. It creaked and bent when he moved, the sound heard despite the loud, almost obnoxiously so, music. But he didn't care, he wasn't here for the comfort or atmosphere.

No, he was here to see a star.

Just as his patience slowly started to falter, frown deepening with every second he had to sit in this horrendously tacky pink room, the lights dimmed. His browbone perked up, attention getting dragged to the curtains on the opposite side of the chair he was seated in.

The music went from the generic elevator sounding crap to something more... intense, yet still calm and deep. It reminded him of the deep space he traveled while on duty. The vastness and mystery of the eternity stretching in all directions, that both terrified and thrilled him.

This time though, there was only the thrill.

Red smirked as he focused on the curtains as they opened, the darkness beyond them obscuring the one he was waiting for. The one he knew he had to have the moment he laid his eyes on them in the main hall. The one that drew his gaze like a lit beacon in a stormy night.

Starlight.

He knew it was a stage name, but it didn't matter. He'd find out their real name eventually, for now all he wanted was to enjoy this opportunity.

Finally, mercifully, the curtains opened and the object of Red's newfound obsession glided in. Their gait was light, almost airy, as of they weighted nothing. Red could almost believe it as his his eyelights focused on the delicate, almost brittle, looking bones. The flashy blue clothes (if you could call them that) barely covered the skeleton monsters bones. They were pristine, no marks or cracks on them, but Red could feel his magic bristle at how thin they looked.

He knew workers in the porn industry did better when they kept their bodies in trend to the latest fashion fads, but he was already promising he would make sure this gorgeous monster got some meat on his bones... figuratively speaking. But their body, as captivating as it was, wasn't what drew him here.

No. It were their eyelights.

Two white pearls, burning as brightly as the brightest stars Red saw during his travels. He could feel himself being dragged into the shine of those stars, feeling as if they could see right through him and directly into his soul. He could feel his own eyelights flare with his magic in response, and he could see the other's whites flash back with a soft blue glow, too soft to be completely certain in this dimmed room, but somehow he was certain it was there.

For now, he was just going to enjoy the show as he waits for an opportunity to make his move and slip Starlight a little something that would ultimately bring him into Red's arms. Red was determined to make this star his own because he knew they would complete his biggest wish.

Because with them by his side he would have the whole universe in his hands.

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525 words... so close! DX

Welp... this was supposed to be smut only but somehow the plot wormed its way in there... again... *shakes angry fist at the plot bunny* >:/

I had some trouble with this one cause I actually forgot most of the story! Thank good for short animations on youtube UwU Hope you enjoy~

DAY 3 - Fairy tales: The Emperor’s New Clothes + childhood friends to lovers

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Sans was snipping away at nothing in front of him. Scissors flying back and fort gracefully as they cut through the resistless nothingness, dancing around in a magical display of skill.

Only a complete fool would think he was actually cutting nothing! Of course not! Sans was one of a pair of the craftsmen in the Fell kingdom, their work impossible to be seen or appreciated by the foolish or incompetent. While Sans cut away at the magical cloth, his partner was busy waiving the cloth for their most important victim customer, the King of Monsters Fellgore.

Sans and Red met young, barely old enough to totter around on their own, and quickly became friends, doing everything together. They punned and pranked, played tricks and spooks, and every other kind of mischief on the monsters around them since they could talk. Now they were here, doing what they were best at the highest level this kingdom had to offer.

Lost in thought as he contemplated how successful their newest endeavor seemed to be going, Sans didn't notice it had gotten quiet behind him. The clicks and clacks of the loom coming to a halt, filling the large room they were using as their workshop with silence.

Suddenly, a piece of the finest silks covered Sans' skull from behind, making him yelp and jump, causing him to drop the scissors. Before he could panic, a loud booming cackle filled the room, and all Sans could do was chuckle along.

Red got him again.

The edgier of the pair was leading in his pranks now, so Sans would need to put in some more effort to get him back. No matter, they had all the time in the world given the nature of their current venture.

Instead of shaking the silk off him and throwing it in Red's face, Sans quickly turned around and caught his partner in crime around his waist. This time it was Red who let out a surprised squeak as he grabbed Sans' arms to steady himself.

They stood like that for a few moments, only the thin fine silk between them, eyelights glowing bright enough to shine through the thin material. Their teeth were so close to touching, they could feel each other's breath, undeterred by the thin barrier.

Sans could see a soft red light start to dust Red's cheeks, but only for a moment, as a skeletal hand suddenly filled his vision.

"get off ya bonehead," Red stuttered growled as he pushed Sans' face back.

Sans only laughed at the rejection. It didn't matter.

He knew Red would soon be his, since the success of this venture carried an important promise with it. A promise Sans was working his bony ass off to achieve. And a promise Red was working just as hard on, no matter how much he pretended he wasn't doing anything to contribute.

The promise would finally tie Red to him as more than just childhood friends. And while he wanted that to already be reality, Sans was a patient monster, he could wait however long was needed to get his greatly coveted prize.

After all, mates were a forever thing.

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