#sleepywrites

Happy Little Omega Farms was the biggest Omega sanctuary in the world. Which sounded extravagant and massive, but considering they only housed roughly 100 omegas (which was 95% of known remaining omegas), it was still a fairly small organization. Security however, was very tight. Protocols were in place to ensure the safety of omegas and some even worried that some of the omegas were purposefully unaccounted for in a secret attempt to create more omegas. Whatever the case may have been, HLOF was the best bet for the Avengers to find their pack an omega. The Avengers might have been a group of some of the most elite minds, but they were also still just as affected by the Omega shortage as every other pack.

Which was how Steve Rogers and Tony Stark ended up sitting in the small waiting room. Well, Steve was sitting. Tony was standing, one hand on his hip while he spoke to the poor unsuspecting beta behind the counter, ranting about how they were prestigious guests, they shouldn’t be required to wait, blah blah blah. Steve had tuned it out within the first minute of him opening his mouth. Steve sat quietly, his large frame dwarfing the small chair he was seated in. He had a tablet in his hand and he was reading through information about some of the ‘adoptable’ omegas in their database. It felt weird, looking over these little profiles about the omegas, he felt like he was shopping instead of trying to get an idea of which omega might best work for their pack of superheroes.

A different beta worker approached him, leaning forwards over the tablet. “If there are any that you’d like to meet while you’re here today, just click the little heart next to their picture.” The beta gave him a warm smile and he could feel the effects of their beta scent soothing his nerves ever so slightly. He gave them a small nervous smile in return and thanked them, returning to the top. Tony had apparently given up on trying to get them special privileges as he plopped down in the seat beside Steve with a loud huff.

“Anyone interesting?” he asked the blonde. Steve’s brows furrowed at his words and he cast him a quick sidelong glance before he sighed softly. “It just feels weird.. I mean what if I skip over someone and they’d be perfect for us?” he asked, reading over another blurb of information about the first omega. Tony took the tablet from him and began clicking the heart on every single one of them, until they had hearted all thirty currently available omegas. Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess that’s one way to do it..” You had been sitting on one of the benches outside, seated next to two very chatty omegas who were talking about– you tuned back into the conversation for a moment– dildos. Maybe it was time to go back inside. You rose to your feet, not even getting a glance from the two you’d been sitting with as you made your way back into the little side door to the sanctuary. As soon as you walked in you were hit with a cloud of nervous scents coming from absolutely everywhere. Almost as if on cue, the little bracelet on your wrist buzzed, lighting up a little heart indicator. You were chosen for consideration. Apparently, whatever prestigious alphas were visiting had selected not only you but also every other eligible omega in the sanctuary, which very easily explained all the panicked and nervous scents. You made it back to your room and rifled through your clothes. You weren’t not nervous but the idea of meeting with some rich alphas didn’t rile you up the same way it seemed to with the other twenty-nine omegas chosen. After stressing over your options for a lot longer than you felt you should have, you settled on a pair of light colored jeans, light blue converse and a matching light blue sweater. Now you just had to wait until your bracelet lit up once more.

Each ten minute session with the omegas seemed to fade into the next and eventually Steve just sat still in the room while letting Tony take the lead. Damn extroverts. He listened to the omegas talk about themselves, about the kinds of things they hoped for from a pack. Each one of them seemed to be cut off abruptly at some point or another by Tony and Steve just watched from the sidelines, unsure of what had prompted him to send them off in the first place. Tony was good at this, at figuring people out, so Steve felt strangely comfortable with letting him decide to shoo off the current omega and let the next one join them.

It had been almost five hours by the time they’d made it to the final omega on the list, the one that had been eligible but unadopted the longest. Tony had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows by this point, his jacket thrown over one of the chairs. Steve could smell the frustration on his scent, obviously displeased by every other omega they’d met that day. Steve thought they had all seemed nice and he could have easily pictured himself with any of them, but it wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t even about just him and Tony, it was about the entire team. Steve found himself sighing softly just before the door opened one last time.

You stepped into the small meeting room and your eyebrows rose at the sight before you. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. These were the prestigious alphas that had rejected the other twenty-nine omegas? You were done for. You offered a small, slightly uneasy smile as you walked in. You missed the way Steve seemed to perk up slightly, but you didn’t miss the way Tony’s scent morphed, from one of frustration to a slightly softer scent. You introduced yourself and like the good little omega you were trained to be, you allowed them both to smell the slightly fainter scent glands in your wrist. Steve’s hands were massive compared to your own as he gently held your wrist up to his nose. His eyes shut and just as quickly as he’d let go of you, Tony had your wrist in his hand, inhaling your scent deeply.

It had been a long time since you’d noticed Alpha’s scenting aroused from you. The combined scent of both of them at once was almost overwhelming and you had to sit down to keep your knees from buckling from beneath you.

Tony stared at you across the small table, even from where you were seated you could see the way his pupils had dilated, swallowing almost the entirety of his deep brown irises. Despite Steve not having done much of the talking, he was the first to actually speak to you. “So.. what kind of pack are you hoping for?” His question was one that almost every alpha asked and you took in a slow breath, knowing your answer would most likely cause you to be sent out early, just like most of the other omega’s they'd spoken to today.

“I’m looking for a pack that will treat me as more than just a weak omega.” you said the words and lifted your head in an almost defiant manner. Steve looked over at Tony who was grinning. Something about the grin made your heart begin to race and the billionaire’s scent began to grow more and more intense. Steve rose to his feet, clamping a hand over the other man’s scent gland with a low growl.

“You’re overwhelming her.” he growled into Tony’s ear. The shorter man cleared his throat and straightened his tie, yanking a scent block stick from his pocket, aggressively rubbing it over his scent glands, shaking his head with a laugh. Steve seemed pleased with this but didn’t sit back down. His eyes found yours and he nodded, something that surprised you. “I think that’s an entirely fair request. Do you have a certain personality type or two that you’re less inclined to respond to?” he asked, brows pinching together in thought as he awaited your response.

You swallowed nervously, you didn’t usually get past the first question in interviews. Your eyes met with the man’s deep blue eyes, his own pupils a bit more blown now, though his scent remained a steady constant. “Just alphas that think omega’s are only fuck toys.” the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them and you felt your pulse race, cheeks flushing as you imagined them getting offended and tossing you out. The men cast each other a glance and you shrank back into your seat, waiting for the inevitable.

“It’s starting to make sense why you’ve been here so long.” Tony’s reply was blunt and you couldn’t help but wince slightly. Steve elbowed him in the ribs and there was a small exchange of low growls between the two Alphas but Tony cleared his throat and stepped closer to you. You looked up at him, expecting to be told off. However he simply crouched down in front of you. You could see the way his eyes dilated once more as he caught onto your scent and he tutted softly. “Hey, I didn’t mean that as a slight against you. I meant that Alphas are idiots and usually just think with their dicks rather than their brains.” His hand came up and gently cupped your chin in his hand. “I think you might be just what we’ve been looking for..”

You felt like the air had been pulled from your lungs. You’d been stuck in this stupid sanctuary for so long, meeting so many alphas that would rather ignore you and take home whatever omega was willing to bend over and let them fuck them senseless that the idea that you might be chosen was almost unbelievable. Your eyes roamed over Tony’s face slowly before you looked over at Steve whose expression was soft. Tony rose to his feet and he walked over to the door, knocking to get the attention of one of the workers. Once the door opened he began talking about another meeting, about bringing the entirety of his pack to meet with you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, making his words fade away. You almost didn’t notice when Steve crouched down in front of you this time, taking one of your hands in both of his.

You looked down at the way his hands engulfed your own, his hands were rough and calloused but so incredibly gentle. You had to remind yourself that this man was an alpha. Not just an alpha either, he was an avenger, a superhero. And he wanted you? They both did? Your head turned slightly to look over at Tony speaking with one of the workers of the sanctuary, both tapping over tablets and talking dates, times, expectations. Your gaze drifted back to the man in front of you and he gave you a smile. “I really hope you’re what we’ve been looking for..” his voice was soft and part of you found yourself wanting to lean forwards, to burrow into the massive expanse of his chest and just disappear. But you held back, you’d only just met him and you were much more than just a submissive little omega.

“I hope so too..”

He always keeps you safe though, even from yourself. Because as good as you have it here, sometimes you have bad days too and you get confused. You don't like yourself very much on those days, on those days you don't like your companion very much either, or at all in fact.  

You scream and shout and cry, accuse him of horrible things, of scary things.. and on really bad days he has to restrain you, take hold of your smacking hands and scratching nails and push you down in bed under his solid body. Holding you still while he coos and whispers sweet nothings in your ear (always with that warm highland lilt) until you've calmed down, until you can breath again. When your head finally stops hurting, finally stops feeling like it's going to tear in two. 

And you can't fault him if his touch lingers, if he's reluctant to let you go. To release your body from under his much bigger one. And him grinding up against your core, slotting your body perfectly against his.. that's just to keep you from hurting yourself (Even if it short circuits your brain). So what if his eyes go a little crazed and stares at inappropriate places on your body - anyone can get cabin fever! 

The important thing is - He keeps you safe and even if you sulk and pout afterwards (his words, not yours), if you refuse to get out of bed and spend days simply laying curled up under covers and blankets staring out over the vast (never ending) stretch of forest surrounding you... he always takes care of you.  

He'll nail up an old bedsheet and set up the projector so you can watch movies together, or he'll pick up the book you've started on and read aloud - picking up right where you left off. 

More often than not he'll do voices for the characters, bring them to life with exaggerated accents and gesticulations, all to make you smile. Or he'll go completely off script and put on his own little show, just for your amusement, it never fails to leave you in stitches. 

He'll tempt you and entice you with delicious smelling foods, stacks of pancakes with butter and maple syrup, rich flavourful stews that leave you both groaning and unbuttoning your pants. Or he'll pull a pint of your favourite ice-cream out of the icebox, when you could have sworn, you'd run out days ago (Gaz only knows where he got it from).  

And soon enough the bad mood will pass, it will slip away and you're back to enjoying yourself in the quiet of the watchtower, feeling at peace once more. 

His big, steady arm wrapped around your shoulders, his nose pressed down at the top of your head, breathing you in, calming him down and stirring him up in equal measure. (Unbeknownst to you.) 

You're right where you should be, where you belong.

With him. 

Either way, the situation hasn’t changed much: the monsters were still in the Underground, no other humans fell or else Toriel would’ve told him, and Frisk still hasn’t reset. All this time they were busy with truly befriending everyone. They’ve even convinced Toriel to leave the door separating the Ruins and Snowdin open, only after Toriel was sure that Asgore wouldn’t kill another human child. From what he had heard, an agreement couldn’t be formed until Frisk decided to be the mediator for their stiff reunion. After their agreement, they were able to become friends and the rest was history. The kid did a really good job; Toriel and Asgore were friends, Alphys and Undyne were datemates… just to state a few.

The only other monsters they’ve not reached completely were the yellow flower and Sans, and with very good reason. Out of everyone, only they knew. How can Frisk explain themselves to someone who knows about their sins? How can they explain when they had always reset after the monsters were freed? How can they explain when they’ve dusted every monster in each timeline again and again? Frisk didn’t answer for their actions, and they certainly never did start answering. With that, it was difficult to trust the kid. Sans continued with the knowledge that: (1) Frisk will reset someday. (2) There was no point in trying. He had resigned himself to watch everything unfold a long time ago, and he won’t stop anytime soon. Now, he feels slightly unnerved with the game the kid was playing at.

No progress. No loads. No reset.

“I’m not resetting.” Sans was caught off guard when Frisk spoke up. He dared to look at them, only to find them staring at the rippling water of Waterfall.

“I’ve only LOAD from my SAVE points whenever something unexpected happens… I guess I got better at hiding the look of knowing in my eyes.” Frisk huffed as an attempt of a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’ve always tried to make sure that everything went perfectly well. I have to make this reset count because…” They trail off, catching on to the error they made.

A few moments pass. Sans was sure Frisk would stay silent like all the other times and he wouldn’t be any closer to the answer. He leaned back until his back hit the ground and found himself staring at the ceiling. The wavy light reflections made it seem like they’re underwater. They might as well be. Frisk quietly laid down beside him.

“I made a promise,” Frisk softly admitted, a slight strain in their voice. “To, uh, someone.”

Sans was fully attentive now. “From the previous timeline. To never RESET after this.”

Frisk remembered the wide grins, the crowded streets and the warmth. Everyone had been so kind to them. Everyone was their friend. Everyone loved them. What did Frisk repay everyone with? A LOVE-filled reset. The frustrated tears, the empty rooms and the sickly grey dust covering everything. Sticking to their clothes, their skin, their knife-

Frisk shifted in their spot, now uncomfortably tense. “Even if he doesn’t remember. I want to fulfil the promise I made.”

Frisk turned towards Sans with a twitch of a tired smile. Sans stays silent.

“And I’m fulfilling it now.”

When you finally returned to your room you thought your heart might beat out of your chest. Sure, meeting the Alphas and mentally logging them for late night thoughts was nice but having two beautiful beta women in your bed right now? You thought you might faint. You pushed open your door and saw Wanda lounging on your bed, reading your book. The thing that made your mouth go dry though was the fact that the leather pants she had originally been wearing were folded up on the chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes trailed along her long legs and you swallowed against the nerves. She grinned, not even looking up from the book.

“Welcome back.” You stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you gently. You finally dragged your eyes away from her legs long enough to realize it was just the two of you. When you looked back at her, she was looking at you. “Nat went to grab a snack for you. Figured you might have worked up something of an appetite after meeting the others." She closed the book and set it gently on the nightstand before she leaned back into the headboard. Her eyes seemed to cut right through you and the feeling both unnerved you and turned you on. She shifted over slightly, patting the space beside her on the bed.

You wasted no time, kicking your shoes off and sliding into the bed with a probably embarrassing speed. God what were you, a horny teenager? Once you sat down, she reached over and brushed a hand along your hair. Your eyes fluttered. Okay, maybe you weren’t a teenager but definitely horny. Wanda leaned closer and she let her lips press against your temple as her hand slid down to your shoulder. “So, what did you think of our alphas?” she asked. It was such a nonchalant question, as though her lips weren’t traveling down the side of your face, as if they weren’t the softest lips you’d ever felt. You had to blink a few times to keep yourself focused on the question and trying to figure out your response. 

“I- They all seem really nice..” you told her. It was true, each of them seemed very kind and like most of them would certainly know how to treat an omega properly. She seemed to quirk an eyebrow at your choice of the word ‘all’. She pulled back slightly and you almost whimpered.

“All of them? Are you sure you met my brother?” she asked. “And Bucky?” her eyes narrowed almost suspiciously. Your cheeks went a bit pink beneath her scrutiny. “Pietro is a bit of a ladies man, and not in the best way.” she rolled her eyes as if her brother's antics always made her bristle. “He means well of course, he’s just so-” her nose wrinkled. “Horny.” You just looked at her. Didn’t she just have her lips trailing down your neck? “And Bucky, did he actually say anything to you or just stare?” she asked. You purse your lips and think back. Okay, maybe he did stare, but it was hot staring.

Thankfully the line of questioning was cut short as Natasha entered the room, toting along a bowl of fruit. You didn’t even know they offered bowls that big in the cafeteria. The woman crossed the room and sat down close to you as well. “Nat, she thinks they’re all really nice.” Your cheeks heated up slightly, feeling somehow more embarrassed beneath the older woman's gaze. She looked you up and down for a moment and she shook her head in amusement, a smirk dancing across her lips.

“I told you, if she riled Tony up like that she was probably gonna like Steve or Bucky the most.” You felt your eyebrows pull together at her words. “Tony was very pent up when he got home last time. Probably came more times that night than he had for a few months, honestly.” Your cheeks felt warm.

“He was riled up by me?” you asked. The two women exchanged a look and Natasha popped a strawberry in her mouth. 

“Oh he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Steve said he almost crashed the car on the way back because he was trying to get Steve to get him off while driving.” You pictured the two of them and the dynamic honestly made sense.

“Are they together?” Nat chuckled around the fruit in her mouth and she took another strawberry, this time bringing it up to your mouth. Your lips parted almost on instinct, eyes locked with the beautiful woman in front of her.

“We’re a pack. We all kind of… share each other.” Wanda piped up. You could tell she had moved closer, hearing her voice much closer but you couldn’t look away from Nat. You bit into the strawberry and she pulled the other half away before she brought it over your shoulder to Wanda who leaned in and took the remaining piece from her fingers. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, kitten?” Nat asked, selecting another fruit from the bowl before bringing it back up to your lips. They parted again, cheeks flushed. You would like that. In fact, you were pretty eager to be shared by these two women right now. As if sensing your thoughts, Wanda’s legs slotted on either side of yours from behind and you could feel her chest pressing against your back. Nat let you eat the full strawberry this time and she brushed the juice from her fingers against your lips a moment before she set the bowl aside and leaned in closer. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as she leaned in, your noses brushed and her gaze flicked up to meet your own, making sure there was no discomfort before she leaned in the rest of the way, pressing her lips against yours. A soft sigh brushed out of you as your lips met and you let her lead the kiss, tangling her fingers into your hair to tilt your head, allowing her tongue to slip into the sweet chasm of your mouth. You could feel Wanda’s hands on your hips, fingers brushing slowly along the bottom of your shirt, finger tips ever so lightly dipping beneath and grazing the skin there. 

Natasha’s fingers curled into your hair tighter and she tugged your head back, making a gasp spill past your lips. She kissed down your neck slowly, letting her lips drag slow and sensually across your skin, giving extra special attention to your scent gland. “You smell so good for us. Sweeter than anyone I’ve ever scented.” she murmured. Wanda’s hands had slid fully beneath your shirt, long slim digits tracing over the skin as if memorizing every curve you had to offer. Nat tipped your head to the side towards Wanda and the other woman leaned in, pressing her lips to yours slowly. Where Natasha’s kiss had been all sensual heat, Wanda’s was slow and tantalizing, giving just enough to have you almost whining for more. She pulled back to look at you, a small grin pulling at her lips.

“Such a sweet omega for us.” she purred. Natasha’s hands found your thighs, sliding up along them to the waistband of your leggings before she peeled them off slowly. Once the piece of clothing was gone her hands ran along almost every inch of your recently exposed skin. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trailed over the woman, watching her movements with a bated breath. Wanda leaned closer, whispering into your ear. “You like watching Nat touch you? I bet you’d like her to really touch you, wouldn’t you, kitten?” 

A noise somewhere between a whine and a moan slipped past your lips and Nat looked up at you as her hands trailed higher and higher up your legs, thumbs brushing along the inside of your thighs until her thumbs sank into the crease where your thighs met your center. Her thumbs caught the edge of your simple panties, giving them a small tug and letting them pop back against your legs. You shuddered, shifting your hips as if to spur her on. She tutted softly and the impatient motion and she slowly took hold of the waistband of the panties, pulling them agonizingly slowly down your legs before she popped them free and tossed them to the floor.

The two women moved as if in tandem with Wanda pulling you back and Nat hiking your legs up, exposing your dripping cunt to her gaze. Wanda took hold of your legs and pulled them back a bit more so she could see as well. “Look at her.” Nat brought her hands up along the flats of your thighs, forcing another whimper from you. Wanda’s hands were much less teasing, her fingers came up on either side, using just her index fingers to spread you open in front of them. Nat leaned down, flattening her tongue directly across your cunt, causing you to gasp at the sudden contact. She hummed low in her throat and for a moment you were entranced by the sight of her with her eyes closed, savoring the taste of your arousal on her tongue. When her eyes opened again there was a certain darkness to them that had your breath catching.

“Better than the strawberries.” You didn’t even have time to process her words before her tongue was back on you. Her tongue slid along your slit, the tip barely edging at your entrance before she swiped up to your clit. She licked circles around it, gripping the undersides of your thighs as she worked you over with her mouth. You could feel the flush crawling down your cheeks, could feel the heat of Wanda’s gaze on your cunt as Nat ate you out, all the while her fingers were still keeping you spread open like a book. Your head fell back against Wanda’s chest with a soft gasp as Nat began sucking on the sensitive nub. A moan escaped you as Nat brought one finger up, pressing it inside of you slowly before removing it even slower. She pulled back to watch her finger sink in and out of you a few times before she brought her mouth right back down to your clit, licking and suckling on it just enough to keep you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.

One of Wanda’s hands slid down, pressing a single finger in alongside Natasha’s. “Mm so tight for us, kitten.” Wanda murmured softly, pushing her finger in and out opposite of Nat. Your eyes fluttered shut, hips pushing forwards onto the two fingers. Nat’s tongue swirled around your clit, looking up at you with dilated pupils. Their fingers pumped in and out of you one after the other, each press of the fingers reaching deep, curling right against that sweet spot inside. Your thighs quivered and your head tipped to the side, panting as you fought off the impending orgasm, trying to milk the feeling for as long as possible. 

Wanda’s other hand slid up your body, beneath your shirt and along your ribs up to your bra. Her fingers pushed past the elastic and she was cupping your breast in her hand, massaging it almost greedily. Your back arched, pushing into her hand as she rolled your nipple between her fingers. Natasha added a third finger and a gasp was the only warning they got as you came around the fingers inside of her. Nat suckled on your clit, riding you through the orgasm, not relenting in her pace in the slightest. Your body writhed, both pressing into her mouth and trying to pull away from it all at the same time. She finally relented, letting your abused nub pop free of her mouth. A string of drool trailed from her mouth to your cunt and your eyes rolled back at the sight. 

Wanda pressed her lips to your temple and a soft hum rumbled from her chest. “You're gonna come undone like that for me too, right?” she asked, her words laced with an underlying command. A shiver ran through your spine and you blinked up at her hazily, giving a soft nod. She leaned down and pressed her lips to your face. “Good, kitten.”

Hours had passed and you felt absolutely cemented to your mattress. Natasha and Wanda’s warm bodies were engulfing you on either side. You had a thigh between yours, arms around your waist, hands in your hair. You had no idea who’s limbs belonged to who anymore, too lost in the haze of pleasure the two betas had put you through. Your watch on the table suddenly buzzed and a new icon you’d never seen before was lighting up the display. Nat grabbed it from the side table and held it out to you, letting you better investigate the icon. It was a little house. The adoption had gone through.

“We can go home..” you breathed out softly.

It didn’t stop. It never did.

173.

The number of times Frisk had died to Sans.

86.

The number of times the skeleton had died to them.

259.

The number of times the nightmare replayed.

Frisk is convinced that they’re in their own personal purgatory with no end in sight. It was fitting, they thought, considering the number of times they themselves have subjected the Underground through numerous repeats. The problem with watching both of them die over and over again was that the manner of how they died became repetitive, like a pattern. Like someone was rewinding the tape. They saw the different deaths Sans had inflicted on them, and them to him. Some were quick and painless. The other times were messy when the floor was slippery with blood and one of them died because they couldn’t care any less when they were so, so close.

Frisk had enough.

A drop of the knife and the red from their eyes disappeared in the middle of Sans’ attack. By the time Frisk had regained some semblance of control, a bone was imbedded into their side and they fell, in time to see the lights in Sans’ eye sockets shrink. Frisk realised they had shouted from the pain.

“kid?”

A groan of pain escaped their lips and they blinked wearily to look at Sans. A quick check from him and the stats answered his question. 2 different sets of stats flickered back and forth, as if they were trying to dominate each other. He doesn’t retract the bone.

“No time. Stop me. End it.” Sans glanced at Frisk before he dropped beside them and closed his eyes.

“kid, you’ll just come back and eventually finish me off. there’s no point.”

“No. No more,” Sans stayed silent. “No more killing. No more resets.”

“is that a promise?”

Frisk crosses their chest with a shaky finger, where their SOUL was.

Their SOUL shatters. Only to come back and slash at Sans, landing a hit across his chest and his SOUL crumbles into dust.

Frisk screamed.

It hurt. Their SOUL trembled. They fell into the ground, grasping at whatever was left of Sans and they refused. They refused to accept. Thus, the process rewinds, replays, and repeats. A cycle of death, betrayal, and pain.

Then Frisk found themselves staring at the ceiling.

Frisk sniffled in their sluggish state as their puffy eyes scanned the dim place and pulled themselves out of bed, trotting out of the room. They should’ve known better than to sleep. Weeks ago, they relived their memories to tell their promise to Sans. Ever since then, they’ve had night terrors, their mind torturing them at every chance. They haven’t slept in days, only to accidentally fall asleep while watching a rerun of a show on TV.

Judging by the spaghetti on the table, Frisk had missed breakfast and was alone in the house. A quick call was made and Sans blipped into the house. Whenever one of them had night terrors, they would call each other up and they would stay indoors, eat nice cream to calm down and then tell puns. It was very much a thing now.

“A skeleton cancelled the gallery showing of his skull-ptures because his heart wasn’t in it.”

“that’s a really good one. how ‘bout this: a skeleton ordered a cabernet wine with a full body because he didn’t have one.”

“That was clever. Try this: I know you play a trom-bone but when are you going to try playing a sax-a-bone?”

“sorry, kid. I don’t have the guts for it.”

“You’re a lazy bone.” Sans grinned.

“and you’re a bonehead.” Frisk broke first, laughing at the joke.

“We’re both numbskulls.” He beamed.

“you’re right,” Sans closed his eyes. “but you have to go to sleep soon. sounds disa-bone-ting, i know.”

Frisk wanted to protest but an idea formed in their head. “I will but only if you sleep too. Come on, you sack of bones, I know you’re tired. Like a skele-ton.”

“if you put it that way, guess I have no choice but to join you.”

They shifted on the couch and chose to lean against each other. Frisks’ breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, and felt better than before. Who could empathise better than Sans who went through the very same thing?

“…Thank you...”

For trusting me. For being here. For helping me.

He had asked Frisk one day during a casual stroll. He had heard stories from Frisk about the surface, but never once did Frisk tell them about the stars. Frisk stopped, arms crossed and deep in thought, and they looked up at him. Sans had caught a brief flash of determination in their eyes that day and they gave a vague answer. Sans knew there was more to it and would pester them with the same question at any given chance, and they would compare it with the faux-night the Waterfall gave.

“It’s like the crystals, reflecting light on the ceiling.”

“Nothing much. They’re just dots.”

“They look like glitter.”

Each and every response left him with a disappointed sigh and a resigned smile that promised that he would ask them again later, but the nagging feeling was too much to bear. It left a bad taste in his SOUL and him in a foul mood. So, he found himself retaliate with a low voice after Frisk answered in the same way like all the previous times.

“that’s fine. we’re not leaving this place anyways.”

He considered himself lucky that Frisk had taken it in stride and had known that he hadn’t meant to sound mildly abrasive.

“It’s easy to describe, but I can’t tell you how it really feels.” They told him. “Experiencing is different from knowing... but I can tell you that the stars twinkle at night. They aren’t always white; they sparkle blue and gold sometimes. They come in clusters or in units. Sometimes they aren’t there at all.”

Ever since that day, he had tried to imagine how it’d took like to the best of his ability, but he would only see the crystals reflect light. It was difficult to imagine, since they were underground, and the concept was all wrong when he told Frisk how he thought the stars would look like. They would react with a soft chuckle and correct his perspective.

“You know, Sans, you remind me of the stars.” A look of confusion settled on his face.

“i’m a flaming hot ball of gas that radiates energy? i’m flattered that you think that i’m hot but i’m made of bones. Paps is the one with the energy.” Frisk snorted.

“No! It’s just...” They trailed off. “Nevermind.”

“hey, that isn’t fair. you have to tell me. i want to know what you’re about to say.”

“Maybe later? It’s embarrassing to say it.”

“you’d better or i’ll make you say it sooner or later.” Frisk grinned.

This went on for a while until Sans wasn’t able to find them.

He berated himself for not acting sooner. During the times they hung out together, Frisk hadn’t been physically there because a look into their tired faraway eyes told him everything. Once, he found them staring off into space while their nice cream melted, but he had shrugged it off, and thought that they didn’t have enough sleep like him when they were–

Right.

He was supposed to be looking for Frisk, not reminisce about their cuddle sessions after a bad nightmare. He tried going to their favourite places, calling them, shouting their name in empty areas but he was always met with silence and a dashed hope. He enlisted help from his friends but the search was still ongoing. The Underground was a small area and there wasn’t much places for Frisk to go to.

Amid the dizzying maelstrom of emotions, he vaguely remembered taking a shortcut to the Judgement Hall, where he staggered, the violent journey through the Void left him winded. It was dangerous to travel in an unstable state when he didn’t have a clear image of where he was going. He could’ve gotten lost in the Void and never come back. That was the last thing that he wanted. He thanked his lucky stars that the consequence he only had to face this time was exhaustion and disorientation.

Then he saw a lone bracelet on the ground.

He lunged for it. It was what Sans gave Frisk to ground themselves after a bad ordeal when Sans wasn’t there, though its’ job extended further than that. They would remove and fiddle with it when they got anxious or got bored. The only conclusion Sans gathered was that Frisk had passed through and must’ve dropped it in a hurry. It meant they were heading for Asgore and the Barrier. A thundering of footsteps approached him.

“BROTHER, WE HAVE NO TIME TO LOSE.” Sans was picked up by Papyrus and he dashed off deeper into the hall. “WE THINK FRISK IS WITH ASGORE.”

‘oh kid, don’t tell me you’re planning to break the barrier with your soul.’

They burst through the gates to see everyone surrounding Frisk, who was wearing a red locket. Frisk spotted them immediately. Papyrus set him down to let him stand.

“frisk, you gave me a SOUL-attack when we couldn’t find you.”

He started to approach them, only to get snatched up by a large vine. Oh, did it hurt. The pain was blinding, it almost knocked Sans off. Through his hazy consciousness, a tiny yellow flower popped up from the ground, ranting off about how it was Frisks’ fault for making all of the Underground love them before initiating a FIGHT with them, filling the space with white light.

The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of the prettiest view he had ever seen. Frisk was right. It was beyond everything Sans could imagine. The sky reached far out; there were no walls that marked the end of it. The night sky was sprinkled with stars of varying brightness. He had no clue how long they were standing there until the sky started to turn lighter and hues of colour came to play out in slow motion, the sun peeking over the horizon.

It was more than what the Underground could possibly offer.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Sans took his eyes off the changing sky to see Frisk watching him. “You sounded so interested with them. So, I went to break the barrier to show you the stars, then you could see why you reminded me of them.”

Sans felt his SOUL flare with an indescribable emotion. “I know that monster souls are made of love, hope and compassion, but you’re a special case. I think you’re also made up of stardust.” Frisks’ honey-coloured eyes sparkled under the rays of dawn, a soft smile gracing their features, and they were positively glowing when they’re looking at him like he’s their–

Today was no different, with the exception that it was New Year’s Eve, and Frisk had to work overtime, while their friends made sure the event ran smoothly in their stead. The event was overnight and it made Frisk want to go home with their friends and spend a relaxing evening together. However, Frisks’ burning curiosity held them in place. They had no clue how everyone looked like in fancy clothing, and they had no clue how everyone acted then they were absolutely smashed. Either way, it would prove the event to be interesting and Frisk hadn’t had fun for a long while. With renewed energy, they continued to fix themselves up for a certain monster.

Frisk stood outside of the hall, waiting for the cue to be called into the area, then they stepped in. All eyes were on them, but their eyes were searching for someone else to no avail. Slightly disappointed, yet not surprised that Sans was absent, Frisk internally reprimanded themselves that they should’ve known better. Sans wasn’t one for parties, let alone being in a formal setting. It didn’t match with his easy-going personality. They politely made small talk and greeted guests who approached them as they made their way to their friends.

“Oh, my child! You look stunning! Is that not that right, Asgore?” Toriel nudged Asgore who nodded.

“Punk! Not bad! I thought you’d be coming here in your boring work clothes.” Undyne clapped their back as a form of a congratulation for being cool.

“U-Undyne, they’re one of the special guests. They have to dress up, like in one of those anime ball scenes.”

“Thank you, everyone. Where’s the rest?” Frisk really wanted to know where Sans was.

“Papyrus is trying to get the ‘fruit punch’. We thought we had to punch the fruits but it turned out that it was the name for the juice!”

“M-Mettaton is one of the performers so he might be backstage.”

“I am not sure where Sans is. He was not with Papyrus when he walked in. Maybe he thought the event didn’t suit him.”

Well, there goes their plan for Sans. Frisk knew Toriel was trying to cheer them up because she knew of their feelings for the comedic skeleton. “I thought so. It doesn’t tie well with his personality. Thanks for letting me know.”

“NYEH! CAN’T I GO ONE DAY WITHOUT YOUR INSUFFERABLE PUNS?” Papyrus chimed in as he brought them refreshments.

“’fraid not. Thanks for the drinks.” Frisk took one gulp to realise it was champagne. They really needed that or they won’t survive the night.

“Ugh, punk. I’m not gonna lie that this is boring. Is there something else other than waiting for the clock to turn to midnight?”

“There’s a tradition of kissing the first person you see or your datemate at midnight.”

“K-kissing?” Alphys blushed and peeked at Undyne, who winked at her in return. Frisk smiled. Toriel and Asgore went rigid. Frisk quickly continued.

“I don’t know the reason why but I think it’s a way of saying that you want to start the year with them. But some people choose to not do it, even if they’re single or not.” At this, they visibly relaxed.

“OH WOWIE! SHARING A KISS ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR!”

“That was… interesting to learn. Thank you for telling us, my child.” Toriel watched their reaction as Frisks’ smile dropped a little.

“No problem.” Frisk started to feel uncomfortable. “I think I’ll get something to eat.”

Frisk left, unsure how to handle the sudden gaping loneliness in their chest. They quickly headed for the balcony, their role abandoned. They took a deep breath to look up at the sky. There weren’t many stars compared to the first time Frisk showed Sans. Besides, their beloved star wasn’t there with them. They took out their phone, and their fingers flew across the screen and hovered over Sans’ number. Looking up, it indicated that it was 11:45PM, and it steeled their decision to call him.

“did you miss me?”

Frisk spun around and they realised they were so screwed. Who knew Sans looked good in suits? Frisk felt themselves burn. They were unsure if it was the champagne they had earlier or Sans in a suit had an effect on them. They tried to find their voice.

“I missed you.” Sans grinned even wider. Under the dim lighting, the blue tint dusting his cheeks went unnoticed. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming at all.”

“well, here i am. uh, I hope you didn’t wait long.”

“I was alone for the most of the event so I don’t know... How about we make up for lost time?” Frisk teased, a sly smile on their face.

“we have all night, what do you want?” Frisk thought for a while before they grabbed his arm.

“what are you doing?”

“Shut up and dance with me!” Frisk grinned, swaying to the music.

“if the lady says so, your wish is my command.”

Peals of laughter falls from Frisks’ lips as they danced in the garden, both of them soon realised that they couldn’t dance and instead made up their own dance along the way. They were so immersed in their own world that they didn’t realise they went far into the garden. Frisk didn’t care. They had Sans with them. A loud shout from the hall, pulled them both out of their trance. Breathless, Frisk shushed Sans and listened intently.

Five.

Frisks’ face lightened up. “Oh! They’re counting down!”

Four.

Sans became confused. “what’s important about that?”

Three.

“You’ll see. Just look at me first.”

Two.

Sans obliged.

One.

Frisk smashed their lips against Sans.

A loud bang overhead made Frisk pull away. The fireworks bathed both of them in light, painting them in different colours, and to Frisk, it couldn’t be any more perfect in that moment when they were both in each other’s arms. Frisk might as well have confessed right then and there, but they think they’ve conveyed it well enough because Sans was staring at them the same way they did on the night they saw the stars together on top of Mount Ebott.

Frisk was set on having an actual proper friend date with Sans, except that Sans was just too lazy to move from his post. They knew Sans went to Grillby’s in between breaks and goes home after work to read a bedtime story for Papyrus, which meant Sans had next to no time – not really, he has plenty of time – to go on a friend date with Frisk. That and his stubbornness to move him from his spot.

The few ideas they had so far was to have a picnic at his post, or if he did leave his post, to eat at Grillby’s. It sounded silly to Frisk but they were grasping for straws. They couldn’t think of anything else that might interest Sans and would make him go. (Again, not really, they knew plenty to make Sans interested, but not in a good way.)

A tap on their shoulder pulled them out of the reverie.

“heya kid, you alright? you look like you could use a snack. wanna join me? i’m going to grillby’s.” Oh, that works too. Why did Frisk even think hard about this in the first place? Sans was an easy monster to talk to.

A nod. A quiet stare. A brazen-look. That’s all it took for Sans to understand.

“if you insist. i guess i’ll have to leave my post behind…”

A shake of their head. A step forward. A hand stretched out. Sans sighed.

“i know. you really want that date huh, bucko?”

A bright smile. A shy blush. A twinkle in their eyes.

“where to?”

Frisk doesn’t answer.