Bmo

Don’t get me wrong, I think he’d fight it every step of the way. Maybe mf sans keeps running into this shit-eating teenage bandit who repeatedly tries (and fails) to steal from his business. He tells himself there’s plenty of kids on their own in the city, and that this one will fend for themselves just like every other.

The fact that he leaves food and cash at every warehouse has nothing to do with the kid. He was just…being careless. Forgetful. That’s what he tells himself and Papyrus.

Of course, the kids realizes that Sans is any easy target, given how big the payout is every time they break into one of his locations. So they keep doing it. And sans keeps conveniently leaving excess resources in unlocked drawers and crates.

This, of course, leads to the kid caught in the crossfire of a shootout. Mob-run warehouses aren’t exactly kid-friendly.

Sans wishes he could say that he considered leaving the kid. After all, it’s their own fault they kept coming back. This is their comeuppance. A lesson well-learned.

In reality, he didn’t even think before jumping to their aid. They looked so alone and scared. He patched up their wound as best he could before ordering his men to get them to one of his clinics.

Anyway he gets halfway through making a playlist of love songs before he snaps out of it and throws his phone across the room.

But…reader never got over him, and maybe after a longgg cooldown period, she’ll come around to talking to him again.

Reader, of course, is startled by his appearance when she sees him again for the first time. Anyone would be. The side of his skull that she used to kiss is just…gone. In its space is a jagged hole that looks downright painful. Sans mistakes her concern for disgust.

Despite his reservations, Sans can’t keep himself away from her. He’s spent so long without her already. Spent every night turning over and over and rethinking every choice he made in their relationship. Her eyes are burned into his mind so permanently that the sleep he can get is saturated with images of her face. He wakes alone in bed clutching at the sheets, searching for her.

Well, he doesn't do aftercare for himself. John has the decency to wipe you off and make sure you're okay, you wouldn't keep coming back to him otherwise, but when you try to look after him? Complete shut down.

"C'mon, sir, let me take care of you—" you beg for the third time, giving price your best pleading eyes. You run your hand over the hair on his chest, one leg hooked over his waist in that way you know he secretly likes.

"I'm fine." He grunts, shutting down already. Tensing up, about to push you off and escape like he always does when you lean foreward.

"Awww, no fun, sir. At least a kiss?" You pout, holding his jaw and pressing your lips to his. The faint taste of smoke and whisky on his tongue, mixed with the flavor of you.

Price jolts suddenly, pulls back, eyes narrowed "what the hell did i just swallow?"

Your delighted smile is the last thing price sses.

....only to wake up...still in bed? But, no, the sheets have been changed, and price feels different. Mouth minty, teeth brushed when he runs his tongue over them. He smells clean, too, as if he took a shower. Not to mention how for once his knees don't ache to the core.

He narrows his eyes at the ceiling. His wrists are cuffed to the bed.

...there's a weight on his chest, fingers curling into the hair between pecs.

"Glad you're awake, sir. Have some soup cooling off for you." Your voice drifts up.

Really, price should have expected it. That the one person willing to sleep with him consistently is also willing to fucking drug him for the sole purpose of aftercare.

(Also, thief spy because D A M N why the helly not!)

⬇️Hair appearance is based on the author's post⬇️ P1/P2

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.