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Ṙ̴̤͔̟̘̫̀ͅͅ ̴̤͎̪͕̀͝Ȅ̷̢͖̫ ̴̛̼̠̿͂̾̈́̔̆̎̏́͝S̷̞̣̅̒͆̈ ̵̨̹͇͓̤̖̼̥̿͐̈̓̓͐̎̄̓͋̇͆͊͝͠Ḛ̵̭͓̆͐̉͒̿̏̎͛̚͘ ̴̞͕̪̣̟̳͍̱̠̜̹͋̓͒́̍̌̋̈́̚̕T̸̥͝

Sans’ eye lights flickered, focusing on the ceiling above. His soul felt heavy, almost as if he was sinking into the mattress.

Resting an arm over his sockets, he took a deep, shaky breath, despite not needing oxygen.

reset number 34…

The amount of times he’s stared at this ceiling, laid in this bed, on this exact date caused his soul to clench painfully.

Why was the world so cruel to him? The fact that he was once again where he started felt like a sick joke, almost as if fate was laughing at him.

He’s seen you die so many times, in horrific ways. No matter how it happened, it never got easier.

He hears your screams plague his mind, the image of your soul shattering.

There was so much blood…

so much -

“SANS! WAKE UP, YOU LAZYBONES!” Papyrus’ voice rang loudly, almost shaking the walls.

Sans let out a sigh, before sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He felt the weight of his familiar hoodie, a noticeable ketchup stain on the front from the burger he had at Grillby’s last week.

that burger feels like a lifetime ago…

Sans opened the door to his room, glancing up at the tall figure of his brother, who had his hands on his hip bones.

“sup, bro?” Sans murmured, exhaustion still prevalent in his bones.

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S ‘SUP,’ BROTHER. IT IS ALMOST NOON AND YOU HAVE YET TO EMERGE FROM YOUR ROOM. COME DOWNSTAIRS AND HAVE SOME BREAKFAST, THEN WE CAN TAKE A WALK.”

Sans almost visibility deflated; he already knew what today would entail: Paps would cook his spaghetti for breakfast, then encourage Sans to take a short walk by himself to “get some air.”

He’d take a path down one of the main streets in Ebott City, then run into his soulmate.

Subconsciously, he rubbed his chest, feeling his soul already hum in anticipation.

While his soul felt excitement, Sans felt the opposite: dread.

He loved his soulmate, more than anything, but after losing you so many times, the mental exhaustion was weighing heavily on his shoulders.

How much longer could he do this? His HoPe had already reached one; he remembered when he sat at twenty after he met you the very first time.

Then he lost you; again, and again, and again. His soul would weaken each time yours shattered.

“do we have to take a walk, paps?”

“OF COURSE, SANS. YOU NEED TO GET OUT MORE AND NOT BE SUCH A RECLUSE. SOME SUN WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU.”

“heh, it doesn’t really get under my skin.”

His brother let out an exaggerated groan.

“UGH. NO PUNS. COME DOWNSTAIRS, I HAVE PREPARED MY SPAGHETTI, PERHAPS THAT WILL CHEER YOU UP!”

“i’m sure it will, paps.” Sans fondly rolled his eye lights as he followed his brother downstairs into the kitchen.

He took a seat at the table, tapping his phalanges against the wooden surface.

It wasn’t long until a plate of spaghetti was placed in front of him.

“thanks, bro. looks good.” Sans stated frankly, his voice expressing no signs of sarcasm.

“THERE IS EXTRA IF YOU WOULD LIKE SECONDS.”

“i’m not too hungry, bro, but thanks.” Sans stabbed his fork into the half burnt, half undercooked pasta, before bringing it to his mouth to take a bite. He was used to Paps’ cooking; especially since he’s re-lived the same day almost 35 times.

Once his plate was clean, Sans utilized his magic to levitate the plate and fork, moving them over to the sink.

Papyrus groaned.

“SANS! YOU HAVE LEGS, USE THEM.”

“sorry, paps, i’m just bone-tired right now.”

“NO PUNS AT THE TABLE!”

“do you not find them humerus?”

“STOP!”

“oh, come on, surely that tickled your funny bone.”

“AAAGH!” Papyrus threw up his arms in frustration, before taking his plate of spaghetti and heading towards the living room, “I WILL RETURN WHEN THIS TABLE IS THE PUN-FREE ZONE IT WAS MEANT TO BE.”

“sure thing, paps.”

“GO TAKE A WALK, YOU NEED THE FRESH AIR AND I COULD USE A BREAK FROM YOUR HORRENDOUS PUNS!”

“paps, you know the air goes right through m-"

“STOP!”

Sans let out a chuckle, shoving his hands in his pockets. Probably best to do what Pap says before he sets the house on fire with the amount of smoke coming out of his skull.

With his slippers already on, Sans made his way over to the door and opened it. The cool autumn air hit his face as he stepped out of the house, following his usual route.

Everything was the same as before. Same trees, same houses, same cars passing by. To anyone else, it would be surreal.

To Sans, it was just a horrible reality. A reminder of the situation he’s in.

While walking, Sans passed a couple of monsters, giving them a friendly nod of acknowledgement before continuing on his way.

He began to let his mind wander, legs moving on auto-pilot.

How would he approach this reset? Would he bump into you like usual? Would he avoid you, until you met your inevitable fate? Would he just give up and not reset again?

no.

Sans knew he had to keep them alive. If you died, he died.

He remembers the first time your soul shattered, tiny fragments crumbling to dust in front of his eyes.

He remembers how the world was suddenly black and white, how his chest felt like there was an anvil in his rib cage, how every breath felt like a stab directly in the chest.

He remembers how quickly he pressed that reset button.

Then again, and again, and a g a i n.

He knows if he loses you that he wouldn’t be able to survive long. He can’t imagine life without you.

It didn’t take him long to figure out that you were destined to die. Once it clicked, Sans remembers letting out a long, hollow laugh, before crumbling into tears on his bedroom floor.

That was when his HoPe began to drop.

He remembers trying to explain his situation for the first time after one of your dates. You were frightened and overwhelmed by the amount of information, that you ran off.

Right into oncoming traffic.

He remembers hearing the tires screeching, the screams of bystanders, and a panicked trucker exclaiming that his brakes had suddenly stopped working.

Sans knew at that moment the only way to save you was with a soul bond.

Soul bonding was the most intimate act between lovers. It involves the joining of two souls, along with other… physical activities.

Sans feels a flush in his cheekbones, and his soul thrums happily in response to his lost train of thought.

If he was able to soul bond with you… your lifetime would be linked to his - and skeletons can live hundreds of years as long as their magic stays balanced.

Balancing magic wasn’t difficult for Sans, considering he was a boss monster.

Once soul bound, the repeating string of fate that attached you to your death would snap, allowing you to live as long as Sans.

As long as Sans didn’t die, you wouldn’t either. Injuries such as broken bones would heal and aging would cease.

He just has to keep you alive long enough to do it.

Sans grits his teeth, finally snapping out of his inner turmoil. He was already in downtown Ebott.

It wasn’t long until he began to feel the familiar tug in his chest, calling out for his soulmate.

He knew you would come out from behind the corner, and Sans was almost tempted to stop and wait, but he decided to let things play out like usual.

So he walked forward, and right into you.

You let out an audible oomph and stumbled back, eyes wide as you met Sans’ eye lights.

He felt all the exhaustion and tension from this morning’s reset melt away. The presence of your soul was enough to send him into a calm, relaxed state.

He always wonders if you can feel it too.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You ask, voice laced with concern, despite Sans not even budging from the collision. He’s not surprised though, seeing the small green twinkle of your soul in your chest as you worried for him.

He can’t help the relaxed smile that crosses his face.

“i’m fine. what about you?”

“I’m okay! I wasn’t watching where I was going, so again - I apologize.”

“it’s fine, kiddo. no skin off my bones.” He reassures.

“I-" You pause, nearly squinting at him, “Was that a pun?”

Sans’ smile only grew, “dunno.”

You let out a small snort at his response. He feels his soul flutter happily in his rib cage. Sometimes he hates the effect you have on him, but he could never hate you.

“What’s your name?”

“sans. sans the skeleton. you?” He knew your name. He could never forget it, no matter how many times he reset.

You tell him your name, reaching your hand out for a shake.

Sans grins, reaching forward and accepting the gesture. He feels the warmth from your palm embed itself in his bones.

Subconsciously, he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“nice to meet ya, kiddo.”

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Eventually, you said your parting words and passed Sans. His soul immediately began protesting, pushing against the inside of his rib cage to be close to you.

stop her.

Sans watched you turn a corner, and out of sight. All the exhaustion, tension, and anxiety returned to him in force.

stop her.

she’s going to die again.

it’s all your fault.

Sans felt heavy, almost as if the weight of his bones had doubled. He takes a step back, leaning against the brick wall of the local drug store.

you couldn’t protect her.

His soul throbbed painfully in his chest, and he instinctively reached up to clutch at the empty space in front of his sternum.

she died 34 times because of you.

Sans could feel his phalanges dig into his bones, soul crying out for you. He could feel doubt and self-loathing creep up his spine.

you’re a failure.

failure -

“SANS?” Hearing his name, Sans turned towards the familiar voice.

how long has paps been there?

“heya, paps.” He ignored the thoughts racing through his mind, willing himself to flash a strained grin at his brother.

Papyrus raised his brow bones in confusion.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEANING AGAINST THE WALL?”

he doesn’t suspect anything. good.

“oh, just catching my breath.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE LUNGS.”

“darn, ya caught me.” Sans snapped his phalanges for dramatic effect. Although his soul was still stuttering painfully in his chest, Sans did his best to will it away for the time being.

Papyrus rolled his eye lights fondly, trying his hardest not to let his grin betray him any further.

Sans kicked his slipper against the pavement.

“so… uh, whatcha up to, paps? thought you were eating breakfast.”

“I ALREADY FINISHED. THAT WAS AN HOUR AGO.”

An hour? How long had Sans been here, drowning in his insecurities?

“oh, right. well, where are you going?”

“I WAS GOING TO THE STORE TO GET MORE SPAGHETTI. WE’RE ALL OUT.” Papyrus almost huffed in annoyance.

“can’t let that happen.”

“SANS… ARE YOU OKAY? YOU LOOK… OFF. IS SOMETHING WRONG?” Papyrus brow bones crease in concern, causing Sans to tense up.

can’t let him know.

“m’fine, paps, just tired.”

“WELL, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME AND TAKING A WALK. I KNOW YOU DISLIKE LEAVING THE HOUSE, BUT IT DOES A LOT OF GOOD TO GET SOME AIR AND SUNLIGHT.”

“yeah, bro, you’re right. thanks for looking out for me. you’re the coolest.” Sans' smile became more genuine.

“NYEH HEH HEH! WHY OF COURSE! NOW, IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I MUST RESTOCK OUR PANTRY WITH PASTA.”

“sure thing, paps. see ya at home.” Sans gave a lazy wave as his brother crossed the street towards the grocery store.

Once his brother was gone, Sans immediately felt his anxieties return, no longer muffled by the distraction.

Were you okay? What if you’d died already?

no… although i haven’t soul bonded with her, i’d still feel something if she died.

Sans decided he didn’t like the anxiety crawling up his spine.

He takes a shortcut.

- - -

He looks up at your apartment building. The one benefit to the resets is that each one always provided useful information for him, such as your address, workplace, likes/dislikes, etc.

Sans knows it’s a form of stalking, but he really wants to ensure your safety. The only way he can do that is if he stays close to you.

He feels a familiar tug and quickly steps into the alley next to the building, the shadow of the structure hiding him from view.

The tug became stronger until his soul was nearly screaming to be let out. While uncomfortable, he remained still.

You pass by the alley, and just the sight of you for a split moment causes Sans to smile widely, all of his anxieties blowing away in the autumn breeze.

go to her.

Sans feels his smile fall, his face tight as his rationality and instincts begin to clash.

i can’t, she’ll get scared if i conveniently show up everywhere she goes.

she’s my soulmate, go to her!

hold her.

protect her.

love her.

claim her.

Sans reached a hand up and cupped the side of his skull, feeling it throb. His urge to soul bond with you was clouding his rationality.

claim her!

He sees visions of your body, killed in different ways; mutilated, crushed, decapitated, stabbed.

He sees your pure soul shatter over and over. He can’t let that happen again, he won’t.

c l a i m -

Thankfully, he hears the sound of a door shut, probably you entering the building.

Sans almost sags in relief. Although his soul was protesting your departure, his episode was more manageable when you weren’t close to him.

Sometimes, he would get attacks where his rationality would slip and his thoughts would stray from reality. His actions became much more… primal during these attacks. It was unnerving to him. He felt like he was losing control of himself.

He has to save you this time. He doesn’t know how much more he can take.

With a heavy soul, Sans shortcuts home.

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Sans spent the rest of the day pacing in his room, trying to think of ways to reapproach you.

should i bump into her on the street again? nah, that’s too suspicious.

maybe i can go to her workplace? a diner is a pretty common place to meet people.

but what do i say to her?

“heya, i’m your soulmate, can you soul bond with me since you keep dying and i have to keep resetting to save you?”

yeah, right.

Sans huffed, shoulders sagging in defeat. He really wasn’t good at this.

34 resets and i still have no idea what i’m doing, heh.

He felt his soul ache, and he couldn’t tell if it was due to his hopelessness or being away from you.

save her.

don’t let her die.

protect her.

keep her s a f e .

Sans decided that he would go to your workplace and meet you there.

Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was 6pm. How long had he been pacing?

He wouldn’t be able to go today, you were off.

Tomorrow.

He’ll go tomorrow.

Paps would call for dinner soon, but Sans felt so, so tired. He wanted to lay down, curl up under the sheets, and fall asleep.

When he was asleep, there was no pain.

He wished you were here. Having your soul next to his took all his anxiety and discomfort away. The dull ache in his chest grew as he thought of you.

i miss her.

“SANS! DINNER IS READY!” Papyrus’ voice once again shook the walls of the house.

“m’coming, paps.” Sans replied, before dragging his heavy feet over to the door.

As he made his way down the steps, Sans could hear Papyrus humming some sort of tune.

However, his brother stopped when he saw him.

“BROTHER, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU DON’T LOOK SO GOOD.”

“m’fine, just need some sleep is all.”

“ARE YOU THAT TIRED?”

Sans almost flinched. He hated lying to Paps, but there was no way he could let him know what was going on.

not yet, at least.

“uh, yeah. i am. heh, sorry, bro.” Sans scratched the back of his skull nervously.

Papyrus let out a sigh, almost defeated.

“VERY WELL. YOU SHOULD GET SOME REST. I WILL PUT LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE. MAKE SURE YOU EAT IN THE MORNING.”

“got it, bro. you’re the best.” Sans grins at his brother, before shortcutting to his room.

Papyrus would probably lecture him again about “using his legs,” but he was just too tired to take the stairs.

Sans collapsed onto his bed, closing his eye sockets before sleep overtook him.

- - -

Grillby’s was loud, full of monsters sharing drinks and stories. It was a typical Friday night.

Loud, rowdy, crowded. The last place Sans would usually want to be.

Yet, he was content.

“Sans, are you ok?” Your voice cuts Sans out of his thoughts.

He sends a smile your way, resting his bottle of ketchup on the bar.

“heh, sorry, sweetheart. my mind was just wandering.”

Your face brightened once he assured you he was okay.

Stars, you were so cute.

You began to ramble about one of your shifts at the diner. Sans rested his skull on his hand, eye lights hazy as he gazed at you.

He couldn’t stop his smile from growing wider.

You were so beautiful to him.

Content with listening to you, Sans took another swig of his ketchup, maintaining a state of high alert. You can never be too careful.

Still, the rest of the date passes without incident, and it isn't long until monsters are clearing out of the establishment.

"Pay your damn tab, Sans." Grillby mentions, but it's almost jokingly.

"yeah, yeah, gotcha, grillbz."

"Sans, you really should pay him back. I can cover dinner tonight."

"nah, sweetheart, i ain't lettin' ya pay. grillbz will understand."

The fire elemental crackles, almost in annoyance, before going back to cleaning the glass in his hands.

"Have a good night, you two." He mutters, and you give a friendly wave as you hop off of your stool, Sans right behind you.

"You too, Grillby. Thanks for the food, it was delicious." The elemental almost flushes in embarrassment, before nodding.

With that, you and Sans exit the building, Sans' arm around your shoulders.

"did'ya have a good time, sweetheart?"

You nod, a bright smile on your face, "I did! Grillby's is always a pleasure to go to. Everyone there is so nice."

"ya, it's the best."

"You're just saying that cause you basically get to eat there for free." You huff, but your smile remains. Sans scoffs in mock offence.

"how awful of you to think so lowly of me."

"You'll live." 

"can't, m'already dead, babe." You respond with a hearty laugh, readjusting yourself to take Sans' hand in your own.

"Disgusting. Holding hands with a monster? Rot in hell."

The loud bang comes before Sans can even react. He notices the glint of the bullet, before it makes its way into your chest.

You collapse, blood quickly saturating your shirt.

Sans focuses his magic and immobilizes the suspect, pinning him to the cold ground. The man squirms pathetically, dropping his gun in the process.

While he wants to murder the asshole, his soul was screeching at him to tend to you and ease your pain.

He almost felt like he had been shot as well.

With shaking hands, Sans collapses next to you, cradling your body close.

“oh god, sweetheart. baby, can you hear me? fuck, stay with me, babe!”

“S… Sans.” You weakly rasp out, blood dripping down your chin.

“shhh, don’t talk, love. don’t talk. you’re gonna be ok, just stay with me, stay awake!”

He had already shredded his hoodie, pushing it against your chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It didn’t take long for the blood to seep through.

There was so much blood.

“Sans…” You call out again.

“fuck, fuck. you’re still bleeding, why’re you still bleeding?!” Tears began to sting his eye sockets, dripping down onto your face.

He CHECKs you.

HP: 3/15

“baby, please, don’t leave me…” He could hear the distant sound of sirens, but they were drowned out by the cry of his soul.

CHECK

HP: 1/15

“Sans… I…” You're cut off by another coughing fit.

Sans feels his soul tremble in agony. He reaches forward and gently cups your hand in his.

He knows what’s coming. He always knows.

“what is it, sweetheart?” His words come out choppy and broken, but he still manages to send a reassuring smile at you.

CHECK

HP: 0.2/15

“I… I lo-“ Once again, you’re coughing, and take a sharp intake of breath, then exhale.

You don’t breathe again.

“sweetheart? sweetheart, come on, open your eyes, please.”

Your eyes remain closed.

“don’t do this to me, baby… please, please don’t do this.”

Loud sobs make their way out of Sans’ mouth, his shoulders trembling as he hugs your lifeless body in his arms.

He faintly sees your soul turn a shade of gray, losing all its light.

Then it shatters.

- - -

Sans wakes up abruptly, chest heaving. He claws at his sternum, attempting to dig away the pain in his chest.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there, gasping for air he didn’t need, soul crying out in agony.

Finally, his eye lights adjusted to the darkness around him, recognizing his bedroom.

fuck…

Sans clutches his head in his hands.

“you’re ok, sans. fuck… just a nightmare.”

not a nightmare. a memory.

Tears stained his cheekbones, his eye lights were blown and dilated, almost trembling.

Occasionally, he would have nights where he’d dream about a past timeline.

It felt like he just lost you all over again. He can still see your soul shattering, the gray hue taking over his vision as his soulmate left this world.

Left him.

With a stuttering breath, Sans collapses on his mattress once again.

so much for sleep.

Despite his episodes of hopelessness, a small twinge of determination coursed through his bones.

i promise, sweetheart, i’ll keep ya safe. i won’t lose you again.

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Sans didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night.

After tossing and turning for who knows how long, Sans finally relented and got up.

He looked over at the clock beside his bed. It was 7am.

Normally, he would sleep in till noon. You didn’t work until 1pm, so there was no reason for him to be up right now.

But he couldn’t sleep, not after that memory last night.

With a heavy sigh, Sans kicked off the sheets and sat on the side of the bed.

He reached a hand up and ran it over his face in exhaustion.

His soul weakly fluttered in his chest; he could tell his magic was unbalanced at this time, increasing his chances of getting sick. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

no… i can’t get sick. i have to protect her. can’t do that if i get myself sick.

Sans sat up straighter, feeling his stiff bones ache. It was probably best to actually walk downstairs rather than shortcut, he would need some energy if he was going to watch over you.

Sans stepped into his slippers and opened his door, trudging down the stairs. Papyrus was already up, watching (probably) Mettaton.

His brother's brow bones raised in confusion.

“SANS?”

“morning, paps.” Sans tensed in preparation for Papyrus’ incoming interrogation. Paps grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

“IT CERTAINLY IS MORNING. WHICH BEGS THE QUESTION - WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP? YOU’RE NEVER AWAKE THIS EARLY.”

“yeah, heh, guess you’re right.” Sans chuckled nervously.

Papyrus glared at him.

“WELL?”

“what?”

“WHY ARE YOU AWAKE SO EARLY?”

damn… was hoping my deflection would work.

Sans sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He rocked on his heels.

“just couldn’t really sleep, that’s all.”

Papyrus rose from the couch and marched over to Sans.

He could feel sweat form at the top of his skull and attempted to avoid eye contact.

“SANS.”

“uh, yeah, bro?”

“WHAT’S WRONG?”

If Sans had lips he’d be biting his right now.

“uh… what d'ya mean, bro?”

“YOU’RE ACTING STRANGE. YOU WERE BEHAVING STRANGELY YESTERDAY, AND YOU’RE MORE TIRED THAN USUAL. NOT ONLY THAT, YOU WOKE UP AT A RIDICULOUS TIME FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOURSELF, AND YOUR BONES LOOK MORE DULL. THE AREA UNDER YOUR SOCKETS IS ALSO DARKER. ARE YOU SICK?”

“uh… i-”

“Sans.”

He flinched as Paps lowered his voice. Of course his brother was worried about him.

i can’t do anything right… can’t keep my soulmate safe and now i worry my brother. way to go, sans.

“Please Talk To Me. I Only Want To Help You, Just Like You Always Help Me.”

“it’s uh… hard to explain, paps. you might not understand…”

“Then Help Me Understand, Sans.”

Sans huffed, knowing he couldn’t keep this a secret forever.

But…

i can’t tell him everything.

“i just… i found my soulmate, paps.”

There was silence following his explanation. Sans wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Still, he willed himself to look up at Paps.

His eye lights were literal stars.

Suddenly, Paps had both his hands under Sans’ arms and was lifting the shorter brother up, spinning in circles.

“SANS! THIS IS GREAT NEWS! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!”

Sans sent a small smile at his brother, glad to ease his worries.

“heh, thanks paps.”

“NYEH HEH HEH!”

After finishing his spin, Papyrus placed him back onto the floor. Sans did his best to not fall over from the dizziness that overtook him.

“IT ALL MAKES SENSE! CLEARLY YOU ARE STRUGGLING TO WOO YOUR DATEMATE, THUS LEADING YOU TO LOSE SLEEP, YET FEEL TIRED AT THE SAME TIME. FEAR NOT, BROTHER. THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS A MASTER AT DATING, AND I SHALL HELP YOU.”

Sans scratched at his cheekbone, flushing a light blue hue.

“heh, thanks, paps. you’re the best.”

“SO, ARE THEY A MONSTER?”

Sans shook his head, “nah, she’s a human.”

“AH. THAT MAKES THINGS A LITTLE MORE DIFFICULT.”

Sans felt his shoulders slump and he frowned.

you have no idea, paps.

“WELL, WHAT’S YOUR PLAN?”

“i uh, my what?”

“YOUR PLAN, SANS. I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU PLAN ON DOING TO WOO YOUR DATEMATE, AND I WILL INPUT MY OWN ADVICE TO MAKE IT FULLY EFFECTIVE! NYEH HEH HEH!”

Sans shrugged, he was planning to go to the diner and run into you again.

“was gonna go to her workplace and say hi.”

“YOU KNOW WHERE SHE WORKS?”

Sans didn’t miss the slight suspicious tone his brother’s voice held.

shit, gotta come up with an explanation.

“uh, yeah, we met yesterday during my walk, and we talked a bit. she told me she’d like to get to know me better and that she works at the diner on main street.”

“OH.”

Sans looked away, worried he might have blown his cover.

“THAT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE!”

“it does?”

“YES! THAT MUST HAVE BEEN WHY YOU WERE LEANING AGAINST THE WALL WHEN I FOUND YOU. IT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY YOU WERE ACTING SO WEIRD. YOU WERE CLEARLY OVERWHELMED ABOUT THE INFLUX OF FEELINGS YOU GOT FROM MEETING YOUR SOULMATE.”

phew… glad i dodged that. it’s not a complete lie anyways.

“yep, you got it, paps. you sure are observant.”

“NYEH HEH HEH. I DON’T CALL MYSELF ‘THE GREAT PAPYRUS’ FOR NO REASON!”

Sans relaxed and smiled. It always cheered him up when Paps was happy and full of confidence.

“so, uh, any suggestions?”

Papyrus put a hand to chin, clearly in deep thought.

“WELL, HUMANS ARE NOT AS IN-TUNE WITH THEIR SOULS, SO I’M CERTAIN YOUR HUMAN DOES NOT KNOW SHE IS YOUR SOULMATE YET, CORRECT?”

“right.” Sans nodded.

“THEN I THINK YOUR PLAN IS GOOD! A HARMLESS WAY TO TALK TO SOMEONE.”

“heh, thanks for the help, paps.”

“OF COURSE! WHAT TIME WERE YOU GOING?”

“ah, around one-ish.”

“THEN LET US HAVE BREAKFAST, BROTHER. I SAVED SOME SPAGHETTI FOR YOU.”

“thanks, bro.”

Sans followed his brother into the dining room. After talking with Paps, he felt a bit better; he wasn’t as tired, and his magic seemed to be more balanced. It seems the burden he was carrying just needed to be lifted a bit.

Although he didn’t tell Paps the whole truth, he now had support, and that’s what mattered to him.

- - -

Papyrus insisted that Sans walks to the diner, stating that meeting your soulmate can mess with a monster’s magic.

Paps wasn’t entirely wrong, though. His magic was definitely unbalanced, but for other reasons.

It was roughly 1:30pm. You would’ve started your shift by now. He didn’t want to arrive right when you did, that would seem suspicious.

It wasn’t long until he was standing in front of the building.

cool valley diner…

Sans felt an influx of memories; times he spent surprising you at work, times he dropped pun after pun until you were in tears, times where he was more oblivious.

And that one time…

Sans shook his head, not wanting to think about it.

He walked up to the door, pushing it open. He heard the small ding of the bell, signaling his arrival.

Nonchalantly, he made his way towards one of the booths. He wanted to stay away from the bar.

Away from people.

However, he sat close enough so he would be noticed by you. A quick glance to his left and he already spotted you talking to your coworker.

You were smiling.

Tension left Sans’ shoulders; he already felt at ease. Just being in the same room as you was therapeutic.

After taking a seat at the booth, he grabbed the menu, despite having it memorized. In his peripheral vision, he noticed you walking towards him.

Once you were close, you recognized him and your face brightened.

“Hi! Nice to see you again.” You smile cheerily.

Sans’ soul fluttered happily at being on the receiving end of your beautiful smile.

“nice to see ya too, sweetheart.”

He sent you a small wink and took immense pleasure in the way your cheeks lit up red.

red’s a beautiful color on you.

“I, uh,” You cough, “I really am sorry I bumped into you yesterday. Your name is Sans, right?”

He instantly brightened at hearing his name come from your lips, along with the fact that you remembered it.

“you got it, and no worries. i got the pleasure of meetin’ you, after all.”

The red hue on your cheeks darkened, and Sans let out a small chuckle.

“You’re, uh, quite the charmer, aren’t you?” You try to retort back, a shy smile on your face.

“well, ya know what they call me…”

He waved his hand, motioning you closer. You bite your lip and lean down.

God, he wants to kiss you.

He leans closer to your ear and smirks.

“they call me sansational.”

You pull back, and once the pun clicks, you let out a loud, hearty laugh, almost snorting.

Stars, you were so adorable.

“That was a good one.” Your grin is wide, slight tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“i think looking at you is much better than any pun.” He sends you another wink.

You flush red once again, and let out a small laugh.

“Bet you say that to all the ladies.” You retort.

Sans almost frowned. The thought of being with anyone other than you made his soul throb painfully in his chest, it also hurt worse that you thought he could be with anyone but you.

“if by ‘all the ladies’ you mean only you, then yes.”

“Smooth.” You laugh, face still flushed. Even your ears were turning pink.

“Well, what can I get you, Sans?”

“bring me the greasiest burger ya got, side of fries and a bottle of ketchup.”

“One greasy, heart-stopping meal coming right up.”

“thankfully, i don’t have a heart.” He grins at you, and you smile wider.

“I’ll put this in and be right back out with your meal.”

“thank you, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and nod, before turning away and walking towards the kitchen.

He loves teasing you. It was always worth it to see that beautiful color on your face.

With a sigh, Sans leans his head on his hand. Resetting was always rough, because he had to have limits when it came to you. Unless he wanted to scare you off.

Right now, all he wants to do is hold you, feel your soft skin against his bones, and pepper your face with kisses.

All while telling you how much you meant to him.

Yet, here he was, having to be content with the distance between him and you.

It was frustrating.

Deciding to keep himself busy, Sans let his eyes roam over the other individuals in the diner.

He CHECKs each one, looking for any signs of malicious intent.

He won’t let anything hurt you, not while he’s here.

Sans sat up a bit straighter, feeling his magic hum in his bones. He was ready to act at the first sign of danger.

“Sans?”

He immediately looks over to his right, seeing you standing there with a plate in your hands.

“Are you alright? I called you a few times.”

“oh, heh, m’fine sweetheart.”

You send him a soft smile, and he almost purrs.

“Good. Here’s your food.” You set down the plate, a bottle of ketchup, and a cup of water.

Sans raises a brow bone at you, confused with the water you placed.

“Well, you didn’t order anything to drink, so I thought you might want something to wash it down.”

Sans almost smirked. He always loved watching your reaction to his habit of drinking ketchup. He never got bored of it.

“oh, sweetheart, i already got my drink.”

With that, he pops the top off the ketchup, tilts it back, and squirts it right into his mouth.

Your jaw nearly drops, but there’s no disgust on your face. More like shock and… curiosity?

heh, cute.

“Oh, uhm, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“relax, sweetheart, no worries. not many people nor monsters drink condiments, heh. your reaction was cute though.” He reassures you.

You relax and let out a small chuckle, “Right, right. Well, enjoy your meal.”

With that, you turn and walk away, nearly tripping on your shoes. Sans chuckles, loving how flustered you are.

His meal time goes by without incident. He keeps one socket on his food, and one on his soulmate.

He also makes sure to CHECK every new individual that walks in.

Sans didn’t even realize he had finished his food until he hears your voice.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Sans?”

alright, sans. time to make your move.

He casually rests his head in his hand, gazing up at you.

“heh, how ‘bout your number, sweetheart?”

That caught you by surprise. You almost dropped the pen and notepad you were holding. You closed your mouth and licked your lips nervously.

“Uhm… I, uh, I’m not sure.”

Sans frowns, feeling his soul clench. Had he pushed you too far?

He decides to take a metaphorical step back, shaking his head, “nah, relax. i just wanted to get to know you better, but i understand if you’re not comfortable.”

You shake your head, “No, no! I’m not uncomfortable at all… I actually want to get to know you better too.”

Sans feels his soul almost stop thrumming in his chest.

she… wants to get to know me too?

Was there a chance you felt a pull to him as well? With all the timelines he’s been through, maybe your soul subconsciously knew he was your soulmate?

Stars, he hopes so.

His face suddenly felt warm, “heh, wow, it’s my lucky day. uh, mind handing me your phone, sweetheart?”

You nod, biting your lip as you pull out your phone, handing it to him. He knew it was an older style phone, one that he could use, compared to those touch screens.

Yet, the sight of seeing you with it made him frown.

If you were with him, he could give you everything you ever wanted. He’d buy you the best phone, car, house, whatever. Your happiness was his happiness.

Despite his inner turmoil, Sans put his name as “Sansational” and dialed his number in, before passing it back to you.

When you saw the name, you snorted.

“Oh my gosh, that’s perfect.”

Sans felt truly happy for the longest time since he reset yesterday. Being in your presence for the last hour has helped his mental health immensely.

“Thanks, Sans. I’ll shoot you a text later.”

“i look forward to it. oh, and one more thing.”

He pulls two crumpled twenties out of his pocket and places it on the table.

“a deserving tip for a deserving girl.” He sends you another wink.

You’re staring at the money, then shake your head, “Sans, there’s no way I can take this. Your bill was only $14.68. Forty is too much!”

nothing’s too much for you, sweetheart.

He holds back his inner thoughts and pushes the money toward you, his soul basically demanding that he provide for you.

“i ensure you, it’s nothing. you’ve been a delight to talk to, and i think forty bucks is fair for a beautiful lady’s number, don’t you agree?”

You flush again, before hesitantly reaching out and taking the money.

“T… thank you, Sans.”

Stars, he loved hearing you say his name.

“don’t mention it, sweetheart. have a good day.” With that, he exits the booth and walks to the exit, sending a wave towards you.

You smile brightly and wave back.

Feeling his face flush, Sans quickly exits the diner, before leaning against the building.

fuck, why is she so cute?

Chapter Text

Sans spent the rest of his afternoon hanging around the diner, out of sight from you. He kept tabs on each individual that entered and left.

Every now and then, he would check his phone, but felt disappointment flood his chest when he saw no texts from you.

He chalked it up to the fact that you were probably busy with work.

Thankfully, his negative thoughts weren’t as bad today, since he wasn’t too far from you. Being in your general vicinity soothed his soul.

Still, standing around in a state of hyper alertness was exhausting, and Sans could feel it catching up with him.

It was worse since he didn’t sleep at all last night.

It pained him to leave, but he wasn’t any use to you if his reflexes were sluggish due to exhaustion.

With his last ounce of strength, Sans shortcuts to his bedroom.

He trudges over to his door, opening it. He can hear Papyrus preparing dinner.

"m'home, paps." He calls out. He hears his brother stop what he was doing.

"SANS. HOW DID MEETING YOUR SOULMATE GO?" He sounded so excited to hear about Sans' day, but Sans was just too exhausted.

sorry, paps.

"uh... was good. m'just tired, gonna head to bed. i'll tell ya more tomorrow."

"UGH. THE SUSPENSE WILL KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT, BUT I UNDERSTAND. YOUR MAGIC MUST BE REALLY UNBALANCED FOR YOU TO FEEL SO TIRED."

"heh, ya got that right, bro. night."

"GOODNIGHT, SANS!"

Sans shut his door. Now that he was alone, away from you, the exhaustion was debilitating.

He collapses on the bed with a heavy sigh, kicking off his slippers and curling up under the sheets.

It doesn’t take him long until sleep overtakes him, thoughts of you dancing through his skull.

- - -

Ding!

Sans groaned, turning away from the faint light that was shining in his face.

Ding!

ya gotta be kiddin’ me…

Normally, Sans was a heavy sleeper, but after multiple resets, he found himself waking to the smallest sounds, including his phone.

It was both a blessing and a curse. While being a light sleeper meant he could easier get up in the face of danger, it also meant he got much less sleep than usual.

Sans opens his sockets, allowing his eye lights to focus on his surroundings.

It suddenly crosses his mind that it could be you texting him.

Like a cat out of water, Sans bolts up and turns over to his phone. He punches in his PIN and goes straight to his texts.

Unknown: Hi, Sans! I’m sure you know who this is haha.

Sans smiles; the calming effect you had allowed his tense bones to relax. He adds you to his contacts immediately.

sweetheart <3: I’m sorry I didn’t text you until now. It just slipped my mind. I hope I didn’t wake you.

You did wake him, but he could care less. You could wake him from the best sleep of his life and he’d still rise out of it just to answer a text from you.

sans: that’s ok, sweetheart. glad ya made it home safe. ;)

Was the winky face too forward? He felt his face flush blue, hoping you didn’t mind his flirting.

boundaries, sans…

Ding!

Sans’ eye lights immediately read your message.

sweetheart <3: Omg you use emojis hahaha that’s awesome!

sweetheart <3: Anyways, I just wanted to shoot you a text so you had my number. I’m gonna head to bed.

Sans was typing before he could even process his phalanges moving.

sans: wait.

sweetheart <3: ?

sans: are you free tomorrow?

Sans glanced at the clock, it was 12:42am.

sans: or today, if ya wanna be technical heh.

He knew you didn’t work today. Your schedule was forever memorized in his head.

However, if he was pushing you too fast, you could possibly say no.

He anxiously awaited your reply, sweat gathering at the top of his skull.

sweetheart <3: Yeah, I’m off work! Why?

oh thank stars.

sans: would you maybe… want to go out for lunch?

There was silence, and it made Sans’ soul thump wildly in his chest.

sweetheart <3: I’d like that, Sans. (:

… she said yes.

ok, sans. be cool.

sans: uh, awesome. cool. meet me at the diner around 11:30?

sweetheart <3: Sure! I look forward to it! Goodnight, Sans.

sans: heh, night, sweetheart.

Sans set his phone aside and grabbed his pillow, pulling it close to his chest and hugging it.

He wishes it was you.

His soul was thrumming happily. The pillow managed to keep it from popping out of the confines of his rib cage.

she said yes!

Sans felt giddy all over again, like a school boy with his first crush.

You must have felt the same pull he did. He knows you’re not stupid; you wouldn’t just go out with anyone who gave you a compliment and a fat tip.

You had to be feeling some sort of attraction to him, like your soul subconsciously knew who he was.

It made him feel warm all over.

This would be his first date with you in a while. It’s been a couple of resets since he’s asked you out.

Just to make sure he didn’t sleep through his date, Sans set an alarm.

He knew he wouldn’t sleep much tonight, but that was okay.

After all, having a date was much better than having a nightmare.

- - -

Sans woke to the sound of his alarm that he set for 10:45am. He was able to finally doze off again after fantasizing about his date with you today.

Quickly, he scrambled out of bed, kicking his feet into his slippers, before practically throwing open his door and rushing downstairs.

Papyrus was working on a jigsaw puzzle. However, the noise Sans was making caused him to look up.

“SANS? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?”

“of course - i mean, yep, yes - everything is perfect, bro.”

Papyrus raised his brow bones, almost suspiciously.

“YOU’RE ACTING WEIRD. DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR DATEMATE?”

Sans was almost vibrating in excitement.

“yes. we’re going on a date today, paps.” He couldn’t help his smile from growing as he said the news out loud.

Papyrus practically jumped in joy.

“WOWIE! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, SANS! DID YOU ASK HER OUT YESTERDAY?"

"i, uh, asked for her number. she gave it to me, then she texted last night and i asked her out."

"THAT'S AWESOME, SANS. WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER?"

“i… uh…”

In fact, where was he going to take you?

The diner was too cliché; you worked there, he doubted you wanted to have a date at your workplace…

There was always Grillby’s but… his nightmare was still haunting him.

Maybe he can find a local monster-friendly restaurant open?

“m’uh… not too sure, paps, heh.”

“SANS. THIS IS YOUR SOULMATE. THEY DESERVE THE VERY BEST. AND BEING THE GREAT PAPYRUS, I KNOW ALL ABOUT THE BEST.”

Paps began to list off date ideas, but they were way too extravagant for a first date.

Sans almost felt bad for chuckling at some of Paps’ ideas: a five-star restaurant, a drive to the beach, a walk in a fabulous botanical garden.

“AND I SUGGEST THAT-”

“paps.”

“YES?”

“look, uh, i appreciate the ideas, but this is our first date. i don’t wanna overwhelm her.”

Papyrus almost visibly deflated, and Sans felt awful, but he couldn’t risk scaring you off.

Then, Paps smiled and was back to his cheery self.

“OH. OF COURSE. THAT MAKES SENSE! I SUGGEST A NICE LUNCH AT THE ITALIAN RESTAURANT DOWNTOWN.”

“hehe, y’sure that’s not an idea for you, bro?”

Paps flushed orange.

“OF - OF COURSE NOT! NYEH HEH HEH! I MERELY AM SUGGESTING PLACES THAT WOULD BE FITTING FOR MY BROTHER’S SOULMATE.”

Sans knew you liked Italian, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“gotcha. thanks, bro. i think italian sounds pastatively delightful.”

“UGH.”

Papyrus waved his hand, as if dismissing Sans, before he went back to his puzzle.

Sans smiled fondly at his brother, before shortcutting downtown.

Since he managed to get some sleep last night, he felt much better, and his magic was more balanced.

But that could also be due to his excitement.

Nothing would ruin his date today.

nothing.

He arrived in front of your workplace at 11:20am. He was a bit early, but that was only because he was so excited to see you again.

Sans didn’t dress to impress, but he knows you don’t care. He knew he could care less if you arrived in pajamas. You were beautiful either way.

“Sans!”

The voice of his soulmate garnered his full attention. Turning on his heels, he saw you rushing over to him.

You looked gorgeous.

You were wearing an autumn-style sweatshirt and typical jeans, but stars did it look good on you.

Sans had to hold back a purr, and stop his magic from manifesting in his pelvis.

He’d loved to see what you looked like underneath those clothes-

shit. slow down, sans. baby steps.

After getting his magic under control, he stood up straighter and smiled at you as you slowed to a stop in front of him.

“heya, sweetheart. glad ya made it.”

You gave him a smile that made his soul pulse happily.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it.”

Your comment sent a flush of blue across Sans’ face, and he immediately cleared his non-existent throat.

“well, ya ready to go?”

“Yeah, but where are we going? I sure hope it’s not here.” You gesture to the diner on your left.

Sans merely chuckled in response.

“no, sweetheart. but it’s a surprise.”

He then held out his hand to you.

“do’ya trust me?”

please say yes.

You silently gazed at his hand, and Sans could see the internal conflict dance across your face.

You probably did trust him, but felt confusion as to why, considering he was still technically a stranger to you.

p l e a s e say yes.

Slowly, you raise your hand and place it in his. The cool autumn air no longer felt sharp against his bones.

Instead, all he felt was the welcoming warmth of your palm.

“I… yes, Sans. I trust you.”

Your declaration sent a jolt of magic straight through him, his soul almost proudly humming in his chest.

perfect.

He gently glided a phalange across your hand; your skin was so soft, so warm.

Sans didn’t miss the red flush that lit up your cheeks.

adorable. my beautiful soulmate.

“alright, sweetheart, hold on tight.”

“What? What do you mean-”

Before you finish, Sans gives a gentle tug on your hand. You let out a small squeak, before he pulls your form flush against his.

Everything in the universe at that moment felt right. This is where he’s meant to be; holding his precious soulmate, feeling your soft skin against his bones.

m i n e.

“Uhm… Sans?”

You didn’t sound scared, but you were definitely confused.

He needs to get a grip before he frightens you.

“heh, sorry, sweetheart. close your eyes for a sec.”

You comply with his request, and he feels even more proud that you trust him enough to listen to his odd demand.

get a grip, sans. now’s not the time.

Focusing his inner magic, Sans takes a shortcut.

You both appear deeper in downtown Ebott. Once your feet touch the ground, your eyes open in shock, and your knees buckle underneath you.

Sans grips your arms to keep you from falling over.

“What…” you take a sharp breath, “what was that?”

Sans grins, you were always so adorable when he shortcuts with you for the first time.

heh, she’s so disoriented.

“magic.” Sans simply stated sending you a wink. You flush, eyes moving to inspect your surroundings.

“Where are we?”

“downtown.”

“Did… did we just teleport?” Your voice is laced with disbelief and a form of… awe?

“maybe.” Sans replied, his smile growing as your eyes light up in amazement.

You were still holding on to him, and your hands squeeze his hoodie.

“That’s so cool! I didn’t know you could do that!”

Sans felt proud that he could impress you. He’d teleport to the ends of the earth just to see your eyes light up.

“heh, cuz i never told ya; figured i should demonstrate instead.”

You were so adorable, your eyes were sparkling with fascination, lips slightly parted before they formed into a soft smile.

“That’s so cool…” you mutter a repetition of your earlier statement.

People say all good things must come to an end.

That’s the first thought that crosses Sans’ mind when you release his hoodie, before taking a step back.

no.

let me hold you longer.

please.

chill out, sans. don’t scare her.

relax.

you’ll have another chance.

“well, this is the surprise.” Sans gestures to the Italian restaurant on his right.

Your gaze drifts over to the establishment, and you grin widely.

“Italian? I love Italian!” You exclaim, excitement lacing your voice.

heh, i know.

It was another reason why you were the perfect soulmate.

The fact that you shared a love of pasta just like Paps made his soul feel warm.

“well then,” Sans held out his arm to you, “shall we?”

You blush, before shyly lacing your arm with his.

“Lead the way.”

Chapter Text

Sans led you to the door, grabbing it and holding it open.

You almost stopped in surprise, before releasing his arm and stepping inside. Clearly, you were not used to simple chivalry, almost as if it was foreign.

Sans knows he could treat you better than anyone else; he’d worship you every day, shower you in gifts, and remind you how loved you are on a daily basis.

take a step back, sans... focus on the date, make her comfortable... none of this will matter if she dies again. you can give her the world after you save her...

After following in after you, you reattach yourself to his arm, and he probably looks like a fool to everyone around because he’s smiling so damn much-

"Hi, how can I help you?" A waitress asks, looking down at the tablet in front of her. She soon raises her head to look at you two, but freezes, eyes widening and mouth opening in shock.

Despite the restaurant being "monster-friendly," this woman clearly wasn't expecting to see one today.

Sans doesn't care, though. All he cares about is the precious date holding onto his arm. Your warmth was seeping through his hoodie and straight to his soul. Despite other eyes landing on you two, he didn't spare them a second thought.

The only thing bothering him was that they were staring at you too.

"table for two." Sans states, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You readjust yourself on his arm, playing with a stray piece of loose fabric. He could tell you noticed the stares and were fidgeting in order to distract yourself.

stop staring at her.

Sans shifts his gaze to a particularly rude group of individuals, before glaring at them harshly. He channels his magic, causing his eye socket to flare blue. The group immediately look away, clearly unnerved by Sans' display.

Thankfully, you don't notice; him being taller had its perks.

You did clearly feel less eyes on you, and your tense shoulders relaxed. Sans almost stood up proudly at the fact that he made you comfortable.

"Ah, yes, of course. Uhm, booth or table?" The waitress asks, clumsily gathering two menus and two napkins wrapped around silverware.

"what would'ya like, sweetheart?" Sans asks, his gaze drifting to you. He knew you liked to be given choices; no one liked someone else deciding things for them.

You smile, "Booth, please."

The woman nods, before motioning the two of you to follow. She guides you through the establishment, and it takes a good thirty seconds before she stops at one of the booths.

Sans almost sneers at the waitress; he knows that he's being put back here so he doesn't "scare other guests," but the fact that they were also treating you disrespectfully made his anger flare up.

You don't comment on the booth location and release Sans' arm, before sitting down.

Sans sends a glare at the waitress before taking the seat across from you. The woman visibly gulps, before placing the menus and silverware down.

"Your server will be with you momentarily." She states, voice shaky.

"Thank you, miss." You smile at her politely, before the waitress is gone in a flash.

Now that he was alone with you, Sans felt all his anger from the earlier treatment melt away. He rests his chin on his palm, smiling at you.

"so, ya ever been here before?" He asks, trying to distract you from the clear discrimination.

You shake your head, your smile now directed at him, "No, it was always too expensive, so I'm really grateful you brought me here. Uhm, I should be able to afford it if we split the-"

"nope."

You blink, lips parted slightly, "Huh?"

"i said nope. i'll be paying."

Your shoulders tense, and Sans prepares himself for your rebuttal, knowing you were gonna fight his suggestion.

"Sans, no, I can't let you pay, that's-"

"the right thing for a gentleman to do."

"But still, I-"

"can order as much as ya want." He winks at you, already seeing you losing ground for the argument to pay for your meal.

"It's really too expensive, Sans!"

"nothing's too expensive for you, sweetheart. s'why i'm offering. i wouldn't bring ya here if i couldn't afford it, heh."

Your shoulders slump in defeat, and Sans almost feels bad about it. He does like giving you choices, but he's the one who asked you out. It's only fair that he pays.

"Are you sure?" Your voice is small, a last ditch effort to convince him otherwise.

Sans' smile grows soft.

"of course. i asked you out, did i not?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"then it makes sense that i would pay."

You let out that little sigh, and he knows he's won.

"Alright... thank you, Sans."

"anything for you, sweetheart."

You flush under his gaze, biting your bottom lip.

Oh, how he would like to bite it instead.

nooope.

too far.

take a step back.

Sans takes the menu and opens it, "so, know whatcha would like? something that's not the cheapest thing on the menu, heh." You flinch, and he knows he's caught you red-handed.

"I- uh-"

"relax, i told'ya you could order whatever you want. i mean it." His words seem to make you relax, and you shyly pick up your menu, gazing at it.

"Thanks, Sans..."

"don't mention it- and stop looking at the prices."

Your gaze snaps away from the page you're looking at, and Sans chuckles.

so predictable, yet so adorable.

"Hello, I'll be your waiter today." A voice cuts through Sans' thoughts. His eye lights shift to the left, and he notices a young, average-built man standing next to the table.

Immediately, Sans tenses up. Another male in the presence of his soulmate was making his jealousy show itself.

stay away.

she's mine.

my soulmate.

"Hi, how are you today?" You greet him, flashing your signature friendly smile. Sans knows you have a green soul, and you were always kind to everyone, but stars did it make him jealous when you smiled at another man like that.

Still, he wouldn't have you any other way.

"I'm alright. What can I get you guys to drink?" The man asks. He seemed pretty neutral, not showing any signs of discomfort, but also not looking happy and chipper either.

better than that previous waitress.

"Uhm, I'll have a water, please."

"Would you like a lemon with that, ma'am?"

"Yes, please." You shift your gaze to the menu again.

"Go it, and you, sir?" The man looks over to Sans.

"ketchup." Sans states. The waiter blinks in confusion, his hand no longer writing on his notepad.

"Uh, what?"

"a bottle of ketchup."

"Sir, I asked what you would like to drink-"

"i know what you asked, and i said ketchup."

The waiter is absolutely flabbergasted, but he hesitantly writes Sans' request onto the notepad.

"A bottle of ketchup... got it. I'll put those in and be right back." The waiter doesn't waste anymore time and walks off.

A snort catches Sans' attention, and he looks over to find you covering your mouth with the menu, but he can tell by your cheeks that you're smiling.

"somethin' funny, sweetheart?" He grins back at you, his soul giving a pleasant flutter at the fact you were smiling. Your smile grows even wider until you break out into a fit of giggles.

"The waiter's... reaction... it was just... like mine!" You sputter out between fits of laughter. Sans can feel your giddiness in his soul, and he finds himself chuckling as well.

"s'a common reaction."

You take a deep breath as you get your laughter under control. 

"so, see anything ya'd like to order?" Sans asks. You clear your throat, before looking back down at the menu. Sans knows you're probably still looking at the prices, despite him telling you not to.

"Uhm... the lasagna looks good." You comment, and Sans looks at his own menu to confirm it's not a cheap item.

It wasn't.

good. she deserves the best anyways.

"What about you, Sans?" You ask, now looking up at him. He lets out a thoughtful hmm before setting down the menu and pointing to one of the pictures.

You lean forward over the table, curious to what he chose.

"Spaghetti?"

"ya. m'brother loves it; he cooks it all the time, but he's not the best at it, ya know? i don't have the heart to tell him." Sans smiles, thinking fondly about his brother.

"You have a brother? Is he older?" Your curiosity was palpable, and Sans appreciated that you actually listened to him when he spoke.

"nah, he's younger than me. despite that, he's taller."

"Really? Taller than you?" You seem shocked by the idea.

"yup. taller than me. but he's the coolest. he likes spaghetti, puzzles, and he wanted to be in the royal guard when we were underground, yet he couldn't hurt a fly."

You smile softly, "He sounds like a real sweetheart. I'd love to meet him one day."

Sans would absolutely love for you and Paps to get along; he could already envision you teaching his brother how to bake or cook, leaving the kitchen an utter mess.

Despite the fact that Sans has other priorities right now, he can't deny a request from his soulmate.

"heh, sounds like a plan, sweetheart."

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused Sans to tear his eye lights away from you. The waiter was back, and he didn't seem to be comfortable with Sans' obvious display of affection towards you.

Not like Sans cared.

"Here's your... uh, drinks." The waiter states, before setting down your water and his bottle of ketchup.

"Thank you." You smile. Sans distracts himself by grabbing the ketchup bottle, opening it, and taking a swig of it.

"Do you know what you'd like to order?" The waiter asks, clearly avoiding looking at Sans.

"Yes, uhm, I'd like the lasagna please." You pass your menu to the waiter.

"Of course, and you, sir?" The waiter looked prepared for Sans to say something like 'a bowl of relish.'

"spaghetti."

The man looked almost relieved at the normal order, before taking Sans' menu as well.

"Your food will be out shortly." With that last comment, the waiter is gone.

finally.

Sans is grateful that he's once again alone with you. You seem to be at ease as well; your shoulders are relaxed, and you're leaning back into the seat of the booth.

glad she's comfortable around me.

"So, is it just you and your brother?" You ask, attention fully on Sans.

"yep. s'just me and paps."

"Paps? Is that his name?"

"nah, short for papyrus. i just call'im paps or bro."

"Aw, that's sweet."

"what about your family?" Despite already knowing about your family situation, he still wants to make sure you're comfortable. Besides, listening to your voice is like music to his soul.

You smile, and begin telling him about your family and growing up. He listens intently to every word you say: one, because you deserved his undivided attention, and two, he wanted to listen for any other information that may prove useful in the future.

He could tell you were very comfortable, because once you finished a topic, you moved on to another, despite being fairly shy. Sans occasionally said his own comment here and there, but mostly, he let you do the talking.

It made him happy to see you at ease.

"Your food." The atmosphere is interrupted by the waiter setting your plates down on the table.

"Oh, thank you, it looks great." You compliment, reaching for your silverware.

"yep, thanks." Sans gazes to his left, but the waiter is already gone.

eh, whatever.

Sans grabs his fork, before stabbing it in the spaghetti and twirling it. You were cutting off a piece of your lasagna, and Sans can't help but stare as you part your lips, raise your fork, and take a bite.

He can see your eyes close and you let out a soft mmm at the taste of the food.

The sound you make both pleases Sans and makes him feel uncomfortable.

Mostly because he wants to know how to elicit more sounds like that from your mouth.

stop.

red light.

ugh.

His magic tickles in his pelvis, and he digs his free hand into his kneecap. The slight pain is a welcome distraction.

claim her.

she's mine.

mark her so everyone knows.

You continue to eat, clearly not aware of Sans' internal struggle with his rationality and instincts. Sans finally stops staring and raises his fork to his mouth, taking a bite.

He notices your eyes on him, and he smiles, "something on your mind?"

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"heh, no worries."

i was literally just staring at you a second ago.

"I was just curious... about how you eat. Since you- you know."

"ya think i don't eat cuz i don't got a lot of meat on my bones?" Sans teases you, enjoying the small laugh he gets.

"No, no! I was just curious how you eat since you're a literal skeleton."

Sans places a hand to his chest in mock offense, "that hurts, sweetheart. m'not all bones."

With that, he manifests his magic in his mouth, before opening it. A long, blue tongue extends out, snaking across his teeth.

Your reaction is priceless.

You've dropped your fork, and your eyes are wide open, pupils blown. A light flush takes over your cheeks, and he can almost feel the heat coming off of you.

If only he could lean forward, place his mouth near the crook of your neck, then run his tongue along-

stop.

He halts his train of thought, giving you a wink, and you choke on your spit.

heh.

"I-" You cough, "I was not expecting a tongue. How do you do that?" Your tone of amazement has him amused.

"magic." He replies, wiggling his fingers at you. You almost roll your eyes at the overused excuse of his.

"That's your response every time." You almost pout, wanting an actual explanation. Sans lets out a hearty chuckle before relenting to your curiosity.

"alright, sweetheart. monsters are made outta magic. we exist through magic, and feel with it. i can eat without a tongue, but then i wouldn't taste it, so i use my magic to form one. it allows me to enjoy the same textures and tastes you do."

"So... it works like a regular tongue?"

"sorta, but it's not as wet as one." He smirks at you, watching your blush deepen.

"I- uhm- good to know..." You mutter, biting your lip again.

He really wishes you would stop doing that. His control is hanging on by a thread as is.

"any other questions to satiate your curious mind?"

"So... you can just... make any body part out of magic?" You ask, and you almost appear mortified by your question. Raising your hands, you quickly begin shaking your head.

"I'm sorry! That was inappropriate of me! Forget I asked!"

Sans can't help but laugh. Stars, you were so innocent and cute.

He'd love to show you want he can make with his magic.

"don't apologize, sweetheart. my magic allows me to make an ecto-body; sorta like skin, but tougher. it takes a lotta magic to make one, so me and paps rarely do it. we can do other things though." With that, he conjures a bone out of thin air, twirling it.

Your eyes light up in amazement again, and your hands fidget on the table. He knows you want to touch it, but you don't want to seem impolite.

So, he hands it out to you.

"go on, take it. it doesn't bite."

You smile brightly and immediately grab it, running your hands along the smooth surface.

"That's so cool, Sans!"

Sans' eye lights soften as he watches you. You're like a kid in a ball pit, excited and happy.

"s'not all, sweetheart."

You look up at him, "What do you mean- whoa!"

His magic surrounds your plate of food before he levitates it. You carefully reach out and touch the plate, but it remains elevated in front of you.

"You can levitate things?! Sans, that's amazing!" Your clap your hands excitedly.

"heh, pretty cool, right? i can even levitate you if i want."

You lean forward, eyes practically sparkling, "You can?!"

"yeah, but not today, sweetheart. another time." He didn't want to use up all his magic, so with a motion of his hand, the plate returns to the table, and the bone disappears from your hand.

You look slightly disappointed, but recover quickly, sending him another smile.

"now eat up, s'gonna get cold." With a nod, you pick up your fork, continuing your meal.

The rest of the date goes by without incident. You both spend time chatting back and forth, and Sans feels himself actually relaxing for once. It feels nice.

Once you're done, you lean back in your chair and sigh in contentment, "That was so good."

"you all done? anything else ya want?"

"Oh, no, Sans. I'm completely full." Sans could tell. He could feel your contentment through the slight bond you share.

He was happy to provide for you, like any good mate should.

"well, then, ya ready to go?" As much as he doesn't want this day to end, Sans reluctantly stands up, pulling a couple of twenties out of his pocket. He places it on the table, enough to cover the meal and tip, even though the staff didn't do much to deserve it.

"Yeah, I'm ready." You also stand, stretching your back. Sans offers his arm to you again, and you both exit the establishment.

"would'ya like to talk a walk?" Sans asks, hoping that you say yes.

please say yes.

"Sure!" Your smile is bright, and it makes him feel warmer than the sun could.

"heh, great. where'ya wanna go?"

"Hmm... we can go to central park? It's a few blocks away." Sans gives you a small nod, before you both walk in the direction of the park.

Despite monsters being above the surface for three years, Sans could still feel eyes on the two of you; relationships between monsters and humans weren't that common, and Sans could practically feel the disgust in some people's gazes.

Good thing Sans doesn't care.

"so, did'ya have a good time, sweetheart?"

"I did. Thank you, Sans. The food was really good."

"it was."

"I just wish the staff didn't treat you like that..." You trail off, voice slightly downcast.

"ahh... so ya noticed? was hopin' ya didn't."

"How could I not? Sans, they literally led us to the back of the restaurant, just because you're a monster. That's not right."

Sans smiled, wondering if your soul also had some justice mixed in with it. He appreciated your concern for equality between humans and monsters.

"s'ok, sweetheart. it doesn't bother me."

"It doesn't? Why not?"

Sans gives you a genuine smile, his eye lights soft.

"cuz i only care about what you think of me."

You stop in your tracks, and Sans has to stop as well before he ends up pulling you. He frowns a bit, worried he's made you feel uncomfortable with the compliment.

However, your face turns beet red, and you gaze at your feet, kicking a stray rock on the sidewalk.

"O-oh... I see." You don't sound upset, but Sans wants to make sure.

"you ok? i didn't upset ya, did i?" You gaze snaps up to meet his, and you shake your head.

"No no no! Not at all! In fact, I'm quite flattered... thank you, Sans." You bite your lip, holding back your smile of gratitude.

"heh, no need to thank me, sweetheart. it's the truth." With a gentle tug, you both continue your walk in silence, enjoying each other's company.

Sans couldn't ask for anything else. Having his soul so close to yours was almost like a drug. It made him feel relaxed, yet wide awake, like taking a shot of coffee. The more time he spent with you, the more his magic balanced out, causing him to feel less tired.

It wasn't long until you arrive at the park. It wasn't crowded, but it definitely wasn't empty either. Humans mostly occupied the playground and center fountain.

Sans decided to keep his distance from others, and led you over to one of the benches that was along the path. You both take a seat, and Sans can see the autumn leaves flutter around on the ground.

He glances at you, seeing you rub your hands together and blowing on them.

He frowns, "ya cold?"

You look over at him, and smile, "Nah, just my hands. They get cold really easily."

alright, sans.

time to make your move.

He unwinds his arm from yours and takes your small hand in his. You blink, clearly confused, but before you can ask, he gently pulls your hand into his pocket.

Focusing his magic near his midsection, Sans heats up the area near your hand. He can instantly feel you relax and let out a sigh of pleasure.

"You can use magic to warm things up? You're like a personal heater!" You shove your free hand in your sweatshirt pocket, enjoying the treatment your other hand was receiving.

Sans has to clear his non-existent throat before he begins purring out loud.

"only for you, sweetheart." He responds, entwining his phalanges with your fingers, giving you a soft squeeze. He watches as you blush shyly, kicking some passing leaves on the ground.

"Hey, Sans?" You voice turns a tad serious.

"ya?"

"Uhm... why did you ask me out?"

Sans blinks, and you seem to notice, because you let out a small laugh.

"Not that I mind. I had a great time today. It's just... you're very charming. Your magic is so cool, and you're very funny. I'm sure there are plenty of female monsters that would like to be with you, yet you insist on spending your time with me."

Sans frowns, squeezing your hand again. He wants to spill everything to you; that you're his soulmate, and he would give the world for you if you asked.

don't. you'll scare her away.

"is that a problem, sweetheart?"

"No, no! It's very flattering... I just don't understand why? I mean, I'm pretty average. I don't have anything special to offer, and you're more likely to face discrimination by mingling with some human-"

"stop."

You blink, "Huh?"

"you're not just 'some human,' sweetheart. when i bumped into ya, i felt something special in my soul, and my soul is never wrong. i was so happy to meet you again at the diner, and m'sorry for jumpin' the gun and askin' for your number so quick, but i didn't want to pass up the chance to spend more time with ya. i was serious when i said i only care about what you think of me. other humans, other monsters? none of them matter to me."

Sans hates lying to you, but he still can't tell you everything yet.

sorry, sweetheart. one day, i'll explain everything.

You appear shocked by his confession, before gazing at your feet again. You begin chewing on your lip, clearly at war with yourself, but Sans doesn't know why.

"I shouldn't feel this way..." You mutter, not in disappointment, but confusion.

"what'dya mean, sweetheart?"

"I only just met you, yet I already fully trust you. I gave you my number and went out on a date with you. I never do stuff like that on a whim. It's like some part deep inside of me felt a pull towards you. It's so confusing..."

Despite your confliction, Sans wants to jump for joy.

You did feel a pull towards him! That's why you were so receptive to his advances the last few days! At this rate, he'll be able to properly soul bond with you, keep you safe, and live happily with you.

Maybe now is the time to tell you.

Sans removes his hands from his pockets, turning towards you. He gingerly reaches out and takes both of your hands in his.

He takes a deep breath.

"sweetheart-"

"Disgusting. Don't you know there are kids nearby?" A sharp voice speaks, causing both of you to look over. There's a middle-aged man standing a few feet away, arms crossed.

"Excuse me?" You squeak out, clearly confused.

"There are children here! They don't need to see you mooching all over some monster freak!"

Sans feels his magic flare, and he lets go of your hand, standing up. He takes a threatening step towards the male.

"ya got a problem, buddy? then you say it to me, not her."

"Get out of my face, freak." The man sneers.

kill him.

he insulted my mate.

kill him.

"heh, make me."

Before things can escalate, Sans feels your hand against his arm. He turns towards you, seeing you shake your head.

"Sans, let's just go. He's not worth it."

He wants to listen to you, his soul was practically demanding he do what you ask, but of course - asshole opened his mouth again.

"Hey, don't ignore me, bitch-"

The man raises his hand and points at you, but Sans quickly grabs his wrist, giving it a rough squeeze. His sockets are now devoid of any light.

"s a y  t h a t  a g a i n."

how dare he.

how d a r e he.

"Fucker! Let go of me!" The man squirms almost pathetically, but Sans' grip is unrelenting.

"ya wanna have a b a d  t i m e, buddy?"

The pathetic male seems to realize he's bitten off more than he can chew, and he quickly shakes his head, his squirming becoming more frantic.

"Alright, alright! I'll go! I'll go!"

"a p o l o g i z e."

"Fuck, alright! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Now let go!"

Sans sneers and shoves the man aside. The asshole stumbles, rubbing his wrist, before running off like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Once the threat has passed, Sans immediately turns towards you, raising a hand to cup your cheek, brow bones furrowed in concern, "you ok, sweetheart? m'sorry."

You smile softly, reaching up to squeeze the hand on your cheek, "Sans, why are you sorry? You're not responsible for other people's actions. Thank you for standing up for me."

Sans glides a phalange across your cheek, enjoying the way you flush under his touch.

"heh, anytime. how bout' we get goin'?"

You nod, your eyes suddenly becoming brighter, "Yes! Can we teleport again?"

Sans feels his soul thump loudly in his chest at how adorable you are. He can't refuse you.

"anything for you, sweetheart."

Chapter Text

Unable to ignore your request (especially when you looked at him like that), Sans pulls you close and shortcuts you both in front of the diner.

You almost squeal in delight, “That will never get old! It's so cool!”

Sans had to admit, he was impressed you didn’t feel any after effects from the shortcut. It probably was related to the fact that your body subconsciously knew how to handle it.

With reluctance, Sans releases you, taking a step back and shoving his hands in his pockets. You send him a smile, fiddling with your fingers.

”Well, it’s getting late. I should probably get home.”

Sans immediately felt disappointment flood through his system. He wishes this day would never end.

He also needs to explain the pull you’ve been feeling towards him, but that can wait for another day. Right now, he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible, not worrying about soulmates or resets.

”let me walk ya home, sweetheart.”

Granted, if you said no, he’d probably just follow you from a distance. It’s messed up, but your safety comes first.

”Are you sure? It’s not too far.”

”heh, m’sure.”

You give a reluctant smile and nod, before reaching out and entwining your fingers with his.

If Sans had a heart it’d be skipping beats right now. The fact you were initiating physical contact with him feels better than he remembers.

With a gentle pull, you begin leading Sans in the direction of your apartment. He follows behind you, slightly dazed at the fact you chose to touch him first.

You both walk in silence, and it isn’t long until you reach your destination.

You pull your hand away from Sans, and his phalanges itch to reach out and stop you, but he holds himself back.

”Well, this is it.”

You sound… disappointed? Almost as if you also didn’t want to end the date. Sans hopes his speculation is correct.

With a turn on your heels, you face Sans, a slight blush on your face.

”Thanks again, Sans. I really had a wonderful time. I hope… we can do it again soon.” Your final words are more quiet, but Sans doesn’t miss them.

He smiles at you, “glad ya enjoyed yourself. i also had a good time. we can do it again soon, i’m always available for you, sweetheart.”

kiss her.

Sans fidgets with the fabric inside of his hoodie pockets.

do it. it’s now or never.

Sans then steps forward, removing his hands from his hoodie. He reaches out, gripping your arms gently before leaning down, placing his teeth against your cheek.

He immediately feels you tense up, and your hands clench at your sides, but Sans knows you’re not uncomfortable. He can feel the pleased hum of your soul.

He gives your cheek a slight nuzzle, before pulling back with a smile etched on his face.

”heh, have a good rest of your day, sweetheart.”

Taking a step back, Sans enjoys the bright blush on your face. You raise your hand up, touching the cheek he kissed.

”You… you too, Sans.” You send him another soft smile, and a slow wave before you turn and enter your apartment complex.

After being around you all day, your departure affects him more than he thought it would. His chest once again feels heavy, and he can’t stop the frown taking over his face.

As painful as it is, Sans shortcuts back home. He’s greeted by the sight of Papyrus cooking dinner.

”heya, paps.”

His brother turns to look at Sans, and smiles widely.

”SANS. HOW WAS YOUR DATE?”

”was really good. but i wouldn’t recommend that italian restaurant, bro.”

”REALLY? WHY NOT?” Paps looked absolutely downcast at Sans' statement.

”heh, it’s not as monster friendly as the sign said. they put me n’ my soulmate in the back of the restaurant.”

The frown on Paps’ face only worsened, “REALLY? THAT’S NOT RIGHT. WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?”

”dunno, paps. humans are strange.” Sans gave a simple shrug.

”WELL, I HOPE THAT SLIGHT INCONVENIENCE DIDN’T RUIN YOUR DATE.”

”nah, not at all.”

”GOOD.” Papyrus continues to cook dinner, focused on slicing the vegetables on the cutting board.

”she said she’d like to meet ya one day, paps.”

Now that caught his brother's attention. Papyrus instantly brightened, turning to his brother once again.

”WOWIE! REALLY? I’D LOVE TO MEET YOUR SOULMATE, SANS. WHEN CAN SHE COME OVER? I HOPE SHE LIKES PUZZLES.”

”i’ll be texting her and let ya know, bro. m'sure she'll like to do some puzzles with ya."

Papyrus claps in excitement, "I'M SO EXCITED, SANS! NOW TAKE A SEAT, DINNER WILL BE READY SOON."

Sans chuckles, "sure thing, bro."

- - -

After eating, Sans retired to his room for the night. Although he spent time with you today, his magic was still not completely stable, and he felt tired from the shortcuts and magic tricks he performed.

But to see that smile on your face...

worth it.

Sans collapses in his bed with a huff, his soul still warm from the date between you two.

i miss her already.

Ding!

Sans shoots up out of bed, reaching for his phone. He smiles brightly when he sees who the text is from.

sweetheart <3: Hi, Sans! Did you get home okay?

You were worried about him. Sans soul hummed pleasantly in response.

she's so precious.

sans: course i did, sweetheart.

sweetheart <3: Good! Once again, thanks for lunch. I really had a great time.

sans: heh, of course. me too.

sweetheart <3: I'm actually off work again tomorrow, and...

Your text ended on a pause, and Sans could feel his metaphorical heart leap into his throat.

sweetheart <3: would you maybe want to hang out again...? Maybe I could meet Papyrus!

It was cute how you were coming up with an excuse to spend time with him again. You could ask him to even watch paint dry, and he'd still agree in a heartbeat if it meant spending time with you.

sans: paps would love that, sweetheart. i can pick ya up at the diner. what time works for ya?

sweetheart <3: How about one-ish? I'm probably gonna sleep in tomorrow.

ahh... a woman after my own soul.

sans: glad m'not the only one who likes sleepin' in. sure thing, i'll see ya then.

sweetheart <3: Awesome! Goodnight, Sans!

sans: night, sweetheart.

Sans sets an alarm for tomorrow, before putting his phone down on his bedside table. His cheekbones hurt from smiling so much.

With the anticipation of tomorrow, Sans curls up under the sheets and closes his sockets.

- - -

The sound of a distant alarm causes Sans to stir from his sleep. He groans, seeing flashing lights filter in through the curtain in his window.

must be a fire...

Sans wills himself to get out of bed and walks over to the window, pulling back the curtain. He can see another firetruck drive past his house, heading down the street.

Sans feels his soul stop when the truck turns right.

That's the direction of your apartment.

He shoves his slippers on and immediately shortcuts to the street your apartment is located on. Suddenly, the alarms are louder, and distant screams can be heard.

Sans snaps his head in direction of the screams, and is mortified at the sight before him.

Your apartment complex was up in flames.

fuck, no no no!

Sans immediately sprints over, ignoring first responders calling out to him. He rushes through the front door, right into the fire.

Concentrating on his magic, Sans creates a small barrier around himself. Fire doesn't really hurt him, but it wouldn't be good for his bones to be exposed to such temperatures for an extended period of time.

"sweetheart! can ya hear me?!"

Only distant screams are his response, along with collapsing banisters giving in to the strength of the flames.

Sans shortcuts up to the floor your room is located on. The smoke is thicker than before, and despite the barrier, Sans can feel the intense heat seep into his bones.

He immediately begins pounding on your door, "sweetheart! ya in there?! please, open the door! m'gonna get ya outta here!"

"S-Sans..." Your voice weakly calls out in response. For some reason, you're unable to open the door for him.

Summoning a gaster blaster, Sans channels his magic forward, causing a burst of energy to shoot the door down. Shoving through the debris, he enters your apartment.

"sweetheart, where are ya?!"

"I-I'm..." You cough "over h-here..."

Your voice is close, but the thick smoke was making it hard to see. After taking a few steps forward, Sans finally notices you on the floor.

You were pinned at the waist by a wooden banister.

"oh god, sweetheart..." He steps forward, but right as he does, a loud creaking can be heard. Sans raises his gaze, noticing the roof of the apartment was completely engulfed in flames.

It doesn't take much to weaken the wood, causing it to collapse.

Right on top of you.

Your screams are louder than the roar of the fire, and Sans can feel your pain deep in his soul. He desperately tries to take another step forward, but the floor nearly gives under his weight.

He sees your soul dim, before shattering right before his eyes.

"no!"

Sans is suddenly back in his room, sitting up, clawing at his chest. His bones still feel warm from the fire, and it takes him a few minutes to finally calm down.

"fuck... oh- fuck..." He clutches his head in his hands, tears falling freely. The pain of losing you was still fresh. He's never seen you die like that before, and it sends a wave of alarm bells through his skull.

Quickly, he grabs his phone, sending a text to you.

sans: heya, sweetheart, ya still up?

Thankfully, you respond after a few moments.

sweetheart <3: Yep! Was just reading. What's up? Can't sleep?

thank god.

she's alive.

she's ok.

sans: heh, sorta. had a bad dream.

sweetheart <3: Oh, Sans, I'm so sorry. ): I hate nightmares. Do you want to talk about it?

no.

sans: nah, i just wanna forget 'bout it.

sweetheart <3: Would you like me to call you?

yes.

y e s.

sans: that'd be nice, sweetheart.

A few seconds later, his phone is ringing. He answers it immediately.

"heya."

"Hey, Sans? You okay?"

Your voice penetrates his skull and causes a wave of relaxation to flow through him. The room finally feels cool, and his soul has stopped it's intense vibrating.

"i am now."

You cough, and Sans can imagine the blush lighting up your face. How he wishes he could shortcut to your room and see it.

"I'm... glad you're alright, Sans. Do you get nightmares often?"

you have no idea, sweetheart.

"heh, sometimes. they vary."

"Sounds like you get them pretty frequently. Are they all similar?"

yes.

it's you dying over and over again.

"eh, who knows. can't always remember 'em."

He doesn't want to worry you. Besides, it's not time to tell you about the past.

Not yet, at least.

Sans decides to change the subject, "so, heh, i wanted to ask ya somethin'."

"What is it?"

"what did ya mean by earlier, when ya said you felt a pull towards me? do ya feel anythin' else?"

"Oh! Uhm, well..." You stutter a bit, clearly trying to find the words, "It's hard to explain. I mentioned earlier that I feel like I can trust you, no matter what. And when we said goodbye, I sorta felt... sad? It's really weird, I'm so sorry. I hope this doesn't sound weird or creepy."

Sans chuckles, "don't be sorry, sweetheart. i was just curious cuz- well- i feel the same thing you do."

"Wait- what? Really?" You sound almost shocked.

"yep. in fact, what do you know 'bout souls?"

"Well... I know both humans and monsters have them, but that's about it."

"hehe, well, in some cases, two souls can be compatible, thus causing them to feel a tug towards one another."

"So... like soulmates?"

you're so smart, sweetheart.

However, Sans can't overwhelm you with that information yet.

"kinda, sorta. i think what i said explains our situation fairly well."

"So, you're saying... our souls are compatible?"

If Sans had lips, he'd be biting his, "is that... a bad thing, sweetheart?"

"Huh? Oh- no! Not at all. It's... really nice to know, actually... I'm glad."

You're glad?

oh stars.

this woman will be the death of me.

"hehe... heh, m'glad too, sweetheart."

You sound like you're about to say something, but a yawn tears itself from your throat.

"i should probably let ya get to sleep, huh?"

"Oh! Uhm... we can keep talking if you want." You sound reluctant to hang up, but Sans feels compelled to care about your well-being first.

"nah, you get some sleep. and uh- can i ask a weird question?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"do'ya have smoke alarms installed?"

"That is a weird question, but I'll answer it. Yeah, I do. Why? Did your nightmare have fire in it?"

Stars, you were so smart.

"heh, you could say that."

Your voice became more soft and understanding, "Thanks for worrying about me, Sans. I'll be okay, and if anything happens you'll be the first person I text, alright?"

That made him feel better, his soul pulsing happily.

"alright, sweetheart. sleep tight. i'll see'ya later."

"Goodnight, Sans." With that, you hang up, and the distant sound of cars is all that fills the silence in Sans' room.

While he was still rattled from the nightmare, he felt much calmer now that he's confirmed you're safe.

He decides to send you one last text.

sans: roses are red

sans: violets are blue

sans: how did i

sans: get so lucky with you?

sweetheart <3: Omg, stop, that's adorable, haha! Night, Sans!

He puts down his phone, deciding not to keep you up any longer. The familiar lull of sleep soon clouds his mind, and he curls up next to his pillow, imagining it's your soft skin instead of fabric.

- - -

An annoying beep rouses Sans from his deep slumber. Thankfully, no more nightmares or memories plagued his sleep last night, and he was able to rest comfortably.

Up until now, at least.

He shuts off the alarm, running a hand down his face. As much as he'd love to return to the depths of sleep, he wills himself to get up.

Knowing that he'll be seeing your face soon sends a spark of energy through him.

Sans makes a beeline for the door, throwing it open and rushing downstairs. Paps notices him, and glances at the clock.

"AH, THIS IS A MUCH MORE APPROPRIATE TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP, BROTHER. WHY THE RUSH?"

"m'gettin' ready to go get her, she's comin' over."

"YOUR SOULMATE?" Paps' eyes sparkle, and he looks so excited.

Sans gives him a nod, and pockets his phone in his hoodie. With a glance at the clock, San's sees it's 12:33pm. He better get going soon.

"m'gonna go pick her up at the diner, then bring her back."

"ALRIGHT, SANS. I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING HER."

Sans gives his brother a lazy salute, before shortcutting to the diner. He waited around for roughly ten minutes, then you showed up.

"Sans! How do you always get here before me- oh, right, your shortcuts." You huff, coming to a stop in front of him. Sans rolls his shoulders and chuckles.

"yeppers. ya ready to go?"

"Are we teleporting?!" You practically squeal, and Sans feels bad he has to refuse you.

"nah, not this time, sweetheart. should probably walk there so ya know where to go. don't worry, it's not too far."

Your shoulders slump, but you recover, flashing him a bright smile, "Okay! Can you shortcut me back home later today?"

"anything for you." He flashes you a wink, and you smile triumphantly, pumping your fist and letting out a little "yes!" in excitement.

so cute.

"well, let's get goin', shall we?" Sans reaches out and takes your hand, tangling his fingers with yours. You smile softly, squeezing his hand in response.

"Alright. Lead the way."

Sans leads the way, guiding you through the streets. He ensures that you're on his right, placing himself between you and the road.

It takes a few minutes until the busy streets dwindle down to small residential areas. Once in front of his house, he stops, smiling over at you.

"this is it."

You stare at the building in front of you, eyes wide, "Sans, this house is huge! How many people live here? Surely it can't just be you and Papyrus!"

Sans chuckles, "just me an' him."

"How many bedrooms does it have? What do you do with all the extra space?"

"eh, it has about four bedrooms; paps and i each get our own, and we use the spare rooms when our friends come over to hang."

"Four bedrooms?! That's insane! One of your bedrooms is probably bigger than my whole apartment!" You're still gawking at the sight in front of you.

Sans lets out another chuckle, squeezing your hand.

ask her to move in.

no.

slow down.

don't scare her.

"well, c'mon in." He gives a gentle tug on your hand, and leads you to the front door.

Before Sans can grab the handle, the door flies open, and Sans can see Papyrus standing in the doorframe.

"HELLO! I NOTICED YOU STANDING OUTSIDE TALKING, AND I COULD NO LONGER CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT, SO I DECIDED TO COME OUT."

You tense slightly at the loud sound, but recover quickly, sending Papyrus a friendly smile.

"Hi, you must be Papyrus, I'm-"

"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE."

"Uh, you do?"

"OF COURSE! YOU ARE MY BROTHER'S DATEMATE! HE'S TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT YOU! WELL, ACTUALLY, NOT REALLY - HE JUST MENTIONED HE MET YOU AND THE DATE YOU WENT ON. NONETHELESS," He holds out his hand, "I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU."

You flush at being called Sans' "datemate," and Sans visibly relaxes, thankful his brother didn't say "soulmate" by mistake.

You reach forward, taking Paps' hand, and he shakes it with such vigor you almost fall over.

Sans has to hold back his laughter as stumble back, holding your wrist. Still, you're smiling, "It's nice to meet you too, Papyrus. I've heard a lot about you from Sans."

"NYEH HEH HEH, WHY OF COURSE! I AM A GREAT CONVERSATION TOPIC. PLEASE DO COME IN, HUMAN, I HAVE PREPARED SOME REFRESHMENTS."

You nod, stepping inside as Sans follows you from behind, closing the door. You gaze around the living room, smiling, "Your house is beautiful."

Papyrus flushes at your compliment, "NYEH HEH, WHY THANK YOU, HUMAN! I STRIVE TO MAKE OUR LIVING ENVIORNMENT AS CLEAN AND HOMEY AS POSSIBLE."

"It's definitely homey. I like it."

"PLEASE, HAVE A SEAT."

You comply, taking a seat on the couch. Sans plops down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You tense slightly, but it doesn't take you long to relax, leaning against him.

Sans feels so happy. Have you here in his home, where he can protect you.

she's safe here.

nothing can hurt her.

Sans runs a fingertip down your shoulder, and you shudder lightly, causing Sans to chuckle. He leans forward, pressing his teeth to the back of your ear, and you gasp quietly.

mark her.

claim her.

Having you in his own territory, surrounded by his scent was making his instincts rise up again.

"S-Sans!"

"yes, sweetheart?"

"Your brother is in the next room!" You're scolding him, but your tone is half-hearted.

"heh, and?"

"A-and that's inappropriate!"

His eyes become half-lidded as he gazes at you, voice dropping a touch deeper, "ya caught me red-handed, sweetheart. i'll behave, but just for you." With that, he gives you a harmless peck on the nose, before leaning back into the couch.

You appear relieved, but the flush on your face shows that you're just as worked up as he is.

"I'M BACK." Papyrus announces, bringing out a plate of tea and cookies. Sans relaxes when he notices the cookies are store bought. He can't imagine it if Paps tried to bake.

"HUMAN, WHY IS YOUR FACE RED? ARE YOU SICK?" You flinch, sending a glare at Sans, who simply chuckles in response.

"I-I'm fine, Papyrus! Just felt a little warm, is all."

"OH, I APOLOGIZE. SHALL I TURN DOWN THE HEAT? SOMETIMES I FORGET IT'S EVEN ON SINCE WE SKELETONS AREN'T AFFECTED BY EXTERNAL TEMPERATURES AS MUCH."

"No, no! It's alright, it's very pleasant compared to outside."

"ALRIGHT. HERE ARE THE REFRESHMENTS. PLEASE HELP YOURSELF."

You carefully reach forward, taking one of the cookies and nibbling on it. Sans takes one as well, tossing it into his mouth.

pretty good.

"SO, HUMAN," Papyrus starts, sitting across from you and Sans, "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY BROTHER?"

You inhale sharply, choking on a piece of cookie. You cough, and Sans gives a harsh pat on your back. You clear your throat.

"U-Uhm, what do you mean?"

"I MEAN HOW HAS HE BEEN TREATING YOU? I KNOW MY BROTHER CAN BE QUITE LAZY AND NOT PUT ANY EFFORT INTO ANYTHING, BUT I ASSURE YOU HE IS A GOOD GUY."

"gee, thanks, paps. not like i can hear ya or anythin'." Sans rolls his eye lights, and Papyrus scoffs, waving his hand dismissively, "YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE, BROTHER."

You frown, shaking your head, "Nonsense. Sans has been the perfect gentleman. He's always so nice to me, and let's me make choices for myself. I think he's very funny too."

Papyrus almost looks horrified, "DON'T TELL ME HE'S PLAGUED YOU WITH HIS RIDICULOUS PUNS."

"c'mon, bro, they're not that bone-dry."

You snort, no longer eating the cookie. Seems you wanted to avoid any further choking episodes.

"SANS!"

"they're pretty humerus, tibia honest."

"UGH, STOP."

"Not gonna lie, two puns in one is a bone-us."

Sans can't help but laugh out loud at your joke, holding the area where his stomach would be. Papyrus is absolutely mortified.

"o-oh, stars, sweetheart, that was a good one." He praises you, and you light up, a bright smile on your face.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. ONE PUNNER WAS BAD ENOUGH, NOW TWO?"

You're laughing, "Sorry, Papyrus! Your reaction is so funny!"

Paps is blushing once again, "NYEH HEH HEH. I WILL FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME, HUMAN! SANS," He turns to his brother, "I AM GOING TO PREPARE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI FOR DINNER. WHY DON'T THE TWO OF YOU TAKE A WALK AND I'LL CALL YOU WHEN IT'S DONE."

Sans wants to groan; Paps was always pushing for him to take walks, saying it was "good for the joints."

Still, he can't refuse his brother, "alright, paps. where'ya wanna go, sweetheart?" He gazes over at you.

"Well, I had some shopping to do, if you don't mind tagging along?"

Of course he doesn't mind.

"course not, sweetheart. where at?"

"Downtown."

"wanna shortcut?"

You're immediately facing him, eyes shining, "Yes, please!"

Paps groans, "SANS, THE POINT OF A WALK IS TO USE YOUR LEGS."

Sans waves away Paps' comment, "relax, bro, we'll walk when we get there."

Papyrus looks like he wants to say something else, but he simply huffs out a "NYEH" and retreats to the kitchen.

You're already on your feet, practically jumping up and down, "C'mon!"

Sans chuckles, "alright, alright, c'mere." He reaches forward and pulls you close, and he can hear your excited giggles.

"sweetheart, ya gotta hold still." Sans scolds, but his voice is full of humor. You immediately stop, laughing out a quiet "sorry" before Sans shortcuts you both downtown.

Chapter Text

You both appear downtown, and you're squealing gleefully.

Your excitement is palpable, and it makes Sans’ soul thrum in his chest.

“hehe, ya like shortcuts that much, sweetheart?” You look up at him with bright eyes, nodding your head.

“Yes!”

so adorable.

“when we get back to the house, i can levitate ya like i promised.”

“Really?!”

“yep.” He grins at you.

“Well then, let’s hurry up!” You’re grabbing his hand and tugging him down the sidewalk.

He chuckles, nearly tripping on his feet, “slow down, sweetheart.”

You comply, and laugh nervously, “S-sorry. I’m just excited.”

“s’ok, sweetheart, where ya gotta go?”

“Well, I needed some groceries. Is that okay?”

long as i get to spend time with you.

“sure is, let’s go.” He squeezes your hand and lets you guide him down the road.

“I, uhm, actually wanted to ask you something.” Your voice is a bit more serious.

“what’s up?”

“Uhm… what are we?” You bite your bottom lip, squeezing his hand slightly.

Sans smirks, “a human and skeleton walkin’ down the road, holdin’ hands.”

You scoff, bumping your shoulder against his, “Okay, smart ass. I meant- uhm, relationship wise.”

Sans feels his soul stutter, and he gives you a soft smile, “well, what’dya wanna be, sweetheart?”

You stop walking, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk, “W-well, I… I really like you a lot, Sans. I feel safe with you, and I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, despite not knowing each other long. I want to keep getting to know you, and…” you trail off, unsure of what to say next.

Sans moves to stand in front of you, holding both of your hands, “heh, will you make me the happiest skeleton alive and be my girlfriend, sweetheart?”

say yes, please.

You flush, and give a small nod. Sans feels nothing but contentment as he reaches forward and cups your chin, gazing into your eyes.

He then leans forward, planting his teeth against your lips.

You stiffen, before relaxing into the kiss and pressing into him.

Sans feels like his soul is going to beat out of his chest, but he doesn’t care. He’s finally kissing you.

After a moment, he pulls back, eye lights morphing to hearts.

“ya ready to go, babe?”

You blush at the new pet name, and nod. Sans grins, gripping your hand and leading you down the sidewalk once again.

A few minutes pass by in silence, but Sans feels relaxed. It doesn’t take you long to loosen up as well, and soon you’re leaning against his shoulder as you walk.

However, you notice something in one of the shop windows and stop, letting go of Sans and rushing over. Sans is curious what’s caught your attention, and raises a brow bone.

You smile, “I’ve heard good things about this bakery! It’s called… Muffet’s?” You confirm by looking at the sign, “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Sans smiles, shifting his gaze to people walking on the sidewalk, keeping his eye out for danger, “well, we can stop by on the way back and pick some up. my treat, of course.”

“Really?!” You sound excited again.

Before Sans can answer, he hears screeching tires and instinctively raises a wall of blue bones on your side, shielding you.

He quickly turns and notices the large truck losing control on the road, heading right for him and his soulmate.

Sans reaches out to you, gripping your arm. Just as the car collides with the wall of bones, he attempts to shortcut.

Right when he feels his magic kick in, his grip on you loosens due to the force of the crash.

He shortcuts to the other side of the road, noticing you’re not with him.

Panic immediately flows through his bones.

fuck. fuck fuck! where is she?!

There are screams, and people gathering in the center of the road. The truck has stopped, multiple blue bones protruding through the front, smoke permeating the air.

However, it seems the bystanders are staring at something in front of the truck.

Sans feels pain lace his soul; pain that was not coming from him. He immediately scrambles to his feet, rushing over to the site of the accident. The dull ache in his left arm was completely ignored.

please, please no.

He rushes over to the crowd, shoving his way through.

His eye lights land on your motionless figure. Your arm is bent at an odd angle, and there is blood collecting around your head, along with multiple other wounds and bruises littering your skin.

Still, your chest is moving.

You’re alive.

she’s alive…

Sans collapses next to you, gently cupping your cheek as he assesses your injuries.

His soul clenches painfully in his chest as he takes in the extent of the damage. He wishes on everything that he could take your pain instead.

His phalange gently runs over your bloody cheek. Tears burn the corner of his sockets, but he wills them away for now.

“baby, can you hear me? it’s me, sweetheart. open your eyes. please.”

Sans thanks whatever god exists when your eyes slowly flutter open.

“Sans…?” You croak out, voice laced with pain.

Sans can hear a bystander talking to the police on the phone, but his focus is solely on you.

“it’s me, baby. you’re ok, everythin’s ok.” Sans doesn’t know if he’s reassuring you or himself.

“Sans, I… I can’t move!” Your voice no longer sounds pained, but full of panic instead. He can see the tears collect in your eyes as you stare up at him, silently pleading.

“Oh god, Sans… I’m scared. I don’t want to die.” You sound so small and weak, and Sans feels his soul stutter painfully in his chest, demanding that he do something to ease your worries.

As much as he wants to hold you, moving you might do more harm than good. Instead, Sans sticks to reassuring words.

“shhh, you’re not gonna die, baby. m’gonna be right here with you, don’t worry. help is coming, ok?”

He reaches forward and grabs the hand attached to your uninjured arm. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“Please… please don’t leave me, Sans.”

Sans has to hold back his tears as he squeezes your hand again.

“never.”

You’re trembling, and Sans isn’t sure if it’s due to the cold, fear, or shock. He continues to whisper words of reassurance into your ear.

The distant sound of sirens progressively gets louder, and it isn’t long until the paramedics push their way through the crowd.

“Sir, can you please move?” One of the paramedics places a hand on Sans’ shoulder, and it takes every ounce of control to not impale them with bones.

keep them away!

mate is injured.

protect her.

keep mate safe!

Sans takes a deep breath, getting his instincts under control.

it’s ok… they’re paramedics… they’re gonna help her.

“m’not gonna leave her.”

“Of course not, sir, but I need to assess her injuries. If you could just move to the side.” Sans reluctantly releases your hand, before moving to the side, but he stays close to you.

“Ma’am, can you hear me?” The paramedic speaks to you, setting down a bag of equipment.

“I… I can’t move.” You state, voice cracking.

“I understand, ma’am. Can you tell me your name?” Another paramedic arrives next to you, laying down a stretcher board.

You tell them your name, holding back tears. Sans wants to snap at everyone in your vicinity.

help her!

help her dammit!

He knew they were skilled for situations like this, but Sans just couldn’t trust anyone to care for his soulmate. He wanted to grab you and shortcut home, keeping you locked in his room and away from anything that could hurt you.

He could take care of you.

no… she’s too injured. she needs professionals to help her.

“Alright,” she says your name, “My name is Sarah, and this is my co-worker, Daniel. We’re gonna take care of you, okay?” You give a weak nod.

“Can you tell me what happened, sir?” The second paramedic, ‘Daniel’ asks, placing a neck guard on you. Sans replays the events in his head; the tires screeching, your body flying from the force of impact, the blood.

there’s so much blood.

“i… we were takin’ a walk, and i heard the tires… i tried my best to protect her but… but-”

“I understand this is difficult, sir. What’s your relationship to her?” Sarah asks.

“she’s my soul- my girlfriend.”

“Alright. We’re gonna do whatever we can for her, alright?”

“Sarah,” the second paramedic calls out, “I’m getting worried about her core temperature.”

Sarah nods her head, “Got it. Let’s get her into the ambulance where it’s warm.”

“what’s goin’ on…? she’s gonna be ok, right?” Sans can feel his hands shaking, but neither paramedic answers him.

Instead, they slide the stretcher board underneath you, and you whimper out in pain.

be careful!

Sans wants to snap at them.

Once you’re on the board, both paramedics each grab an end, lifting you up. They transfer you to a regular stretcher, fastening you in with belts.

“Will you be riding with us to the hospital, sir?”

“yes.” Sans’ words leave no room for any argument. Sarah nods her head, pushing your stretcher to the opened ambulance.

You continue to tremble, eyes moving rapidly, “Sans, where are you? Sans, please don’t leave me.” You sound so broken and frightened.

He can’t ignore the cry of his soulmate. He rushes to your side, careful to not get in the way of the paramedics, “m’here, sweetheart. don’t worry, i ain’t leavin’ ya.”

“Promise?” You ask, voice shaky.

“promise.” Sans answers immediately.

The paramedics compress the stretcher, sliding it into the ambulance. It locks into place. Sans wastes no time and hops in the back, followed by the two paramedics.

With a small jolt, the ambulance begins to move, driving towards the local hospital.

You were still trembling, despite the warmth of the ambulance.

Sarah is cutting away your shirt, placing small stickers on your chest. Sans wants to shield you from their gazes.

only i can look at her.

she’s my soulmate.

no one else should be looking at her!

Digging his fingertips into his knee, Sans attempts to keep his instincts subservient.

“What’s her temperature, Daniel?” Sarah asks, connecting small wires to the stickers on your chest.

“35.4 degrees celsius.”

Sans has a feeling that’s not good, “what’s that mean?”

Sarah looks conflicted, “It means-” but she’s cut off by the sound of the heart monitor beating erratically. Your body was no longer shaking, and your eyes were closed.

“Shit, she’s in v-fib, get the paddles, Daniel!”

Sans doesn’t understand; one moment he’s reassuring you that you’ll be okay, and now there’s a paramedic pumping on your chest. He can hear the sound of your ribs snap under the pressure.

no…

That familiar gray hue is clouding his vision again.

she can’t be…

Your soul is slowly losing all its color, no longer the vibrant green Sans was familiar with.

The ambulance has sped up, and a small jolt causes Sans to collapse to his knees. All he can do is watch in agony as his soul screams over the loss of his soulmate.

she can’t be gone.

she was just talking to me.

The paramedics press two paddles to your chest, before shouting “clear!”

Your body jolts, and Sans feels the electricity sting his soul, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

“Still in v-fib, resume compressions.” Next, that Daniel guy is resuming what Sarah started, pushing down on your chest with force.

stop!

you’re killing her!

Sans’ skull feels full, and throbs in discomfort. He clutches his head in his hands, hoping that this is some sort of nightmare.

For some reason, your soul hasn’t shattered yet, as if it’s still clinging onto life.

please, baby… don’t leave me.

Finally, a steady beep fills the silence of the ambulance, and both paramedics sigh in relief.

“Back in normal sinus.”

The color slowly returns to the world, and Sans feels nothing but relief. His chest aches, but you’re alive. The small beeping on the monitor proves that.

“w-why did her heart stop?” Sans can’t hide the tremble in his voice.

Sarah frowns, “There could be many reasons; blood loss, shock, or hypothermia. Daniel, what’s her oxygen level?”

“76%, Sarah.”

“Shit, how far are we from the hospital?!”

“About five minutes ETA.” The driver responds, weaving through traffic.

“We can’t wait, we have to intubate her.”

intubate…?

“Sir, you’re her boyfriend, right? Do you want us to perform intubation?” Sarah asks, words coming out rushed.

“w… what’s that?”

“We’re gonna stick a tube down her throat so she can breathe better. Don’t worry, she won’t feel a thing, I promise, but we do need your consent to go ahead with the procedure.”

Sans can feel himself tense up; you weren’t breathing properly?

“I got IV access, Sarah.” Daniel states, and Sans notices the small collection of blood on your forearm where the needle was injected.

“Sir, what’s it gonna be?” Sarah asks again, clearly urgent.

“i… yes, yes, please, do whatever you have to. save her, please.” Sarah gives a nod and a thumbs-up to her co-worker.

“Got it, pushing propofol now.” Daniel is pushing some sort of medication into your IV. Sans doesn’t know what it is, but he can only hope it’ll help.

Sarah is now standing at the head of the stretcher, a weird device in her hands, “Alright, I’m gonna try to visualize the vocal cords.”

The device is shoved down your throat; Sans wants to yank it away and throw it out of the ambulance.

stop them!

they’re hurting her!

no… no, they’re helping her.

breathe, sans.

“I see the vocal cords, pass me the tube, Daniel.” Sarah states, reaching her free hand out. Daniel hands her some sort of plastic tube, and Sans feels sick to his soul as the tube is guided into your throat.

“I’m in.” The paramedic lets out a breath of relief, before attaching a bag to the tip of the tube. She gives it an experimental squeeze, and Sans watches as your chest rises.

“Oxygen is coming back up, we’re at 95%.” Sarah gives a nod, continuing to squeeze the bag at regular intervals.

“We’re here!” The driver exclaims, and Sans only just realizes that the ambulance has stopped moving.

The doors open, and a flood of medical staff appear.

“What we got?” One of the females asks.

“Young female, status post car accident; truck hit her at an intersection. Multiple fractured ribs, fractured right arm, and possible closed head injury. She went into v-fib en route, and we shocked her once before we achieved ROSC. She’s been in normal sinus since, but her O2 dropped to the 70s, so we had to intubate. She’s already received a dose of propofol, IV access in left forearm. Last core temperature was 35.4 degree celsius; she’ll need a warming blanket and heated IV fluids. Her last blood pressure was 84/51, pulse 124. Boyfriend present on site.” Sarah gives a run down, spouting medical jargon that Sans doesn’t understand.

The stretcher is pulled out of the ambulance, and other individuals begin taking over the bag attached to the tube in your throat.

“Got it, thanks, Sarah. We’ll take it from here.” Another staff member says, and they begin to rush you inside the hospital.

Sans feels his legs move automatically, but a man wearing scrubs stops him. Sans almost growls in warning.

“Sir, I know you want to be with her, but we’re gonna need some information about your girlfriend so we can properly treat her.”

“she needs me!” Sans stands up straight, ready to dispose of the obstacle in front of him.

The staff member frowns, “I understand, sir, and once we get all the information we need, we’ll take you to her, but she’s probably going to surgery as we speak.”

“surgery…?”

“They’ll need to check for any signs of internal bleeding since her blood pressure was low. Don’t worry, we’re going to do everything we can, and we’ll keep you updated throughout the whole process.”

Sans feels himself deflate; he promised he wouldn’t leave your side, and now you were going to be in a room, surrounded by strangers cutting you open in order to save you.

“what'dya need to know…?” His voice is soft, almost silent.

The staff member gives a reassuring smile, pulling out a notepad and pen.

“Does your girlfriend have any allergies to medications?”

Sans shakes his head, “no, she doesn’t.”

“Got it, would you like us to perform blood transfusions if she would need them?”

“if that’ll help her, yes. do everything.” The staff member nods his head, jotting the information down.

“Okay, thank you for this information, Mr…” he trails off.

“sans.”

“Right. Mr. Sans, I’ll take you to our waiting room and be sure to update you on her progress, okay?” Sans simply nods as he’s led into the hospital.

Once inside, the noise and crowded atmosphere make his head ache. He can hear people crying, coughing, and talking. Different machines beeping, and announcements on the overhead speakers.

“If you could take a seat here, sir.” The staff member gestures to an empty chair. Sans trudges over, before collapsing in exhaustion.

Every bone in his body is itching to be by your side. He wants to hold you, kiss you, and remind you that you’re safe, that nothing will hurt you with him around.

that’s a lie… she got hurt despite me bein’ there… i’m a failure as her soulmate…

Self-loathing begins to creep up his spine, and he shudders.

failure.

you couldn’t keep her safe.

now she’s gonna die a g a i n.

Sans has to distract himself before the thoughts get worse. Quickly, he pulls out his phone, dialing his brother’s number.

Paps picks up after the second ring.

“SANS! HOW WAS YOUR WALK?”

Hearing his brother’s oblivious and happy tone causes the tears from earlier to finally spill over. His shoulders shake, and Sans curls inward on himself.

“p-paps…”

“SANS?! WHAT’S WRONG?” His brother’s voice was now full of concern, and Sans could hear him moving on the other side of the phone.

“it’s my soulmate… she… she’s been in an accident.”

Paps lets out a gasp, “IS SHE OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“we’re at the hospital downtown… she’s in surgery… i-i can’t lose her again, paps, i just can’t… she’s everythin’ to me…” Sans is now fully sobbing into the phone, unable to hold back his emotions.

“SANS, SLOW DOWN, WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘LOSE HER AGAIN?’ I DON’T UNDERSTAND. NEVERMIND, JUST WAIT THERE, OKAY? I’M LEAVING THE HOUSE NOW.” With that, Paps hangs up.

The phone slips from Sans’ grip and onto the floor with a clack , but he doesn’t have the energy in him to pick it back up.

All his thoughts were solely on you; the blood, your ribs snapping under the force of compressions, the tube being forced into your throat.

“Sans…?”

Sans raises his head, looking over to see Papyrus standing there. When did he get here?

“p-paps… i-i… she…” He’s cut off as a fresh wave of sobs make their way out of his mouth.

Papyrus is by his brother’s side in an instant. He’s never seen Sans like this, so broken and hopeless. His brother was always so laid-back and relaxed.

With gentle arms, he wraps them around Sans’ trembling form, pulling his brother close. Sans curls into the warmth, clinging onto his brother like a lifeline.

“Sans… Talk To Me. What’s Going On?”

“she… we were takin’ our walk, and i-i heard tires screeching. i tried to protect her… b-but i was too slow… the truck hit her, a-and now i might lose her a-again…” He tries to explain as much as he can to his brother, but the pain in his soul was making it hard to form proper sentences.

“Sans… I Don’t Understand. What Do You Mean ‘Lose Her Again’?” Papyrus runs his hand down his brother’s back.

Sans doesn’t realize what he’s said until Paps repeats it.

tell him.

he deserves to know.

i have to tell him.

So he does.

Sans spills his soul out to his brother; all the resets, all the times he’s lost you. Saying it out loud causes the reality of the situation to overwhelm him once again, and fresh tears make their way down his cheekbones.

Once finished, Paps appears speechless, “S-Sans, I-”

“Are you Mr. Sans?” A voice interrupts. Sans sniffles, wiping away the tears as he looks toward the voice.

There’s a tall man wearing a face mask and gown, he looks like a doctor.

“y-yes… that’s me.”

The doctor’s eyes soften slightly, “Great. I’m the surgeon who’s been working on your girlfriend for the past hour.”

it’s already been an hour…?

Sans untangles himself from Paps’ arms, standing up straighter, “is she alright? please tell me she’s ok.”

“She’s alright, for now. That’s the good news. I am afraid I do have bad news as well.”

Sans notes that there is no gray hue clouding his vision, which means you were still alive.

However, the doctor's words sent a wave of anxiety through him.

“what’s the bad news?”

“Well, when we started surgery, we found a bleed in her liver, most likely due to a fractured rib lacerating the organ. We cauterized the bleed and gave her some blood, which stabilized her. The only issue is…” the doctor trails off.

“WELL?” Paps looked just as anxious as Sans.

The doctor seems to have just noticed the taller skeleton, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but you are?”

“he’s my brother. you can say whatever you need to in front of him.”

“Alright. Anyways, the only issue is when we tried to take her off the ventilator. Her lungs appear to be very weak, and when we weaned her off, she was unable to breathe on her own. This happens sometimes when people are put on a vent. Hopefully, in time, we will be able to wean her off the sedation and the machine.”

“and if she isn’t able to be weaned off…?”

The doctor frowns, “Then we would have to discuss end-of-life care, and possibly pulling the plug.”

Sans can feel his magic run cold. His knees feel weak, and Papyrus has to hold him upright so he doesn’t collapse to the floor.

Paps looks just as troubled, “CAN WE SEE HER, PLEASE?”

“Yes, of course, follow me.” The doctor gestures for the two brothers to follow him, and he leads them through multiple doors and hallways.

Sans’ hands are shaking, and walking in a straight line is difficult.

Finally, the doctor leads both brothers to a room, and Sans sees your motionless figure laying on the bed.

You’ve got multiple bandages wrapped around your head. That same plastic tube is sticking out of your mouth, and it’s connected to a weird machine. Sans can see the equal rise and fall of your chest.

Sans knew your condition was bad, but physically seeing it made his soul cry out.

He’s by your side at an instant, noticing small tubes leading into your arms. There’s also another small, thin cannula sticking out of your nose; it’s feeding some sort of liquid into you.

“oh, baby… sweetheart… m’so sorry.” Sans gently cups your hand, running his fingers along your pale skin.

You don’t respond.

please… please open your eyes, babe.

Sans prayers fall of deaf ears, and the silence is filled with the sound of machines instead of your beautiful voice.

Papyrus steps forward, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I’m So Sorry, Sans. I Can’t Imagine What You’re Going Through Right Now.”

Sans lets out a hollow chuckle, “y’probably think m’crazy.”

“What? Of Course Not, Sans. You’re My Brother, I’ll Always Believe You. I’m Just Sorry You Had To Go Through This Alone.”

Sans shakes his head, “don’t be sorry, paps… thank you for bein’ here now.”

Papyrus gives him a strained smile, “Of Course.”

The sounds of footsteps interrupt their conversation, and Sans turns to see a young female walk in. She has a stethoscope around her neck, and is also wearing scrubs.

probably a nurse.

“Hello, my name is Candice. I’m the nurse taking care of your girlfriend, Mr… Sans, correct?” Sans gives her a small nod, and her smile brightens slightly.

“Great. Are there any questions I could answer for you?”

Sans frowns, “when’re you gonna try weanin’ her off the machine again?”

Candice frowns, “We have a respiratory therapist in house that makes rounds on our ventilator patients every hour. Right now, your girlfriend is maxed out on the ventilator settings, which isn’t ideal. The respiratory therapist will come in shortly and try to decrease the settings, allowing her lungs to try and start working again.”

“is she in any pain?”

The nurse shakes her head, “No, Mr. Sans. I can assure you that pain control is our top priority for your girlfriend. She is properly sedated, she can’t feel a thing. Once we can wean her off the ventilator, we’ll be able to decrease the sedation.”

“she’s gotta stay sedated until the machine is off? why?”

“When the sedation wears off, she’ll be very confused and frightened. This fear will cause her to pull at her IVs and breathing tube. It’s for her own safety that she remains sedated until she can breathe on her own.”

Sans hates this. No matter how many questions he asks, he feels like he’s not getting any actual answers. All this medical jargon is confusing, making his head throb.

In all the past resets, your deaths were quick and immediate. Never have you suffered for more than a minute.

fuck you, world.

you take my soulmate from me 34 times, but now you want her to suffer too?

Sans wants to punch a hole in the wall, he wants to scream. Nothing about this is fair.

this isn’t fair.

take me instead.

hurt me.

p l e a s e .

anyone but her…

Sans doesn’t realize he’s crying again, clutching your palm tightly. He places a shaky kiss against the back of your hand.

Your skin is cold against his bones, and Sans silently pleads with whatever god exists that you’ll make it through this.

Chapter Text

About a week passed, and your condition did not improve much. They were able to decrease your ventilator settings, but anytime they tried to wean you off the machine entirely, you struggled.

You recovered from your head injury, and many of your fractures were on the path to healing. Your blood pressure was still unstable, and you were on IV medication to keep it from dropping too low.

Sans could tell your muscles were weakening from being bed bound for a week. A physical therapist would come in and do range-of-motion exercises with you, but it could only do so much. He was told that if you did recover, you would need to have physical therapy to learn how to walk again.

Sans stayed with you nearly every waking moment day and night. He only left when he was forced to by security, or when Paps begged him to go eat something.

He’d sleep in the chair next to your bed, holding your hand until the sun filtered through the window.

He’d read to you, or tell you his stupid jokes.

He’d help staff members turn you so you wouldn’t get bed sores.

He’d refuse to let other nurses bathe you, and insisted he do it himself. He’d carefully clean you, apply lotion to your skin, along with vaseline to your lips so they wouldn't get too chapped.

Once done, he’d reposition you on your side or back, tucking pillows under your legs and arms to ensure you looked as comfortable as possible.

Anytime he was concerned, he’d ask staff to check on you.

He’d also ask staff what they were doing before they touched you, ensuring his soulmate would be getting the best care possible.

He missed your smile, your voice, the vibrant glow of your soul.

Now, it was just a dim light pulsing, hanging on by a thread.

“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” One of the nurses asked after checking your vitals.

Sans gives a shake of his head, running his fingers down your hand. His eye lights were dim, bones dull, and sockets sunken in.

He’s barely slept a wink since the accident. His soul has been keeping him up constantly, demanding he take care of you.

There’s a knock on the door, and Sans’ head snaps up, noticing one of the doctors involved in your care.

“Any updates?” The doctor asked, looking towards the nurse.

The staff member shakes their head sadly, “Respiratory was just here and tried to wean her but she failed again.”

“I see… can I have a moment with Mr. Sans, please?”

“Of course, doc.” With that, the nurse is gone.

The doctor gives Sans a tight smile, “How’re you feeling, Mr. Sans?”

Sans frowns, “m’fine.”

“Your devotion to her is admirable.” He injects, glancing down at your sedated form.

“she’s everythin’ to me.” Sans stated fondly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I understand. Unfortunately, Mr. Sans, there is the reality of her still being on the machine, despite multiple attempts to wean her. Her lungs are exceptionally weak, and she’s developed pneumonia. We’re going to give her antibiotics, but…”

Sans feels his soul stutter, “but…?”

“I wanted to talk with you about possible end-of-life care.”

In that moment, Sans felt his magic run cold through his bones. Your soul might as well shatter, because what he’s just heard was equivalent to the world ending.

“you… y’don’t think she’ll be able to come off…?” His voice was small.

The doctor frowns, giving a small shake of his head, “I don’t think so, sir. I’m so sorry. We can keep trying, but I think we’re just putting off the inevitable.”

Sans subconsciously gives your hand another squeeze, before lowering his head against the side of the bed.

“fuck… this can’t be happenin’.”

“Sir, there’s also another concern.” The doctor mentions. Sans lets out a hollow, humorless laugh.

of course there is.

“what is it?”

“We’ve recently got a return bill from her insurance. They’re refusing to pay for a majority of the treatment.” The doctor pulls out a crumpled piece of paper before passing it to Sans.

Sans’ takes the paper, eye lights gazing down at the price.

$18,653.

That’s how much it was costing to keep you alive. All the tests, procedures, and medications. Sans wants to rip the paper to shreds.

The doctor seems to notice Sans’ inner turmoil, and frowns, “Mr. Sans?”

Sans scowls, and grabs the paper at the edges, before ripping it with a loud scchhhrrr.

“price doesn’t matter, do what ya have to. i’ll cover it.”

The doctor appears shocked, but slowly nods his head, “Sure, Mr. Sans, but about her condition… do you want some time to think it over?”

“ya… yeah, please.”

The doctor nods, before turning away and exiting the room.

Sans take a shaky breath, gazing down at your face, “heya, sweetheart. doc says you’re not doin’ too good.”

You don’t respond.

“please, baby, don’t give up. i can’t lose you again. i thought i could handle another reset, but i don’t- i don’t think m’strong enough…”

Sans wipes the corner of his socket, before speaking again.

“you’re really everythin’ to me, ya know? i could tell ya over and over and it wouldn’t be enough. i couldn’t ask for a better soulmate; you’re so beautiful.”

Your soul continues to pulse dimly. Sans felt nothing but hopelessness.

“baby… please say somethin’… tell me what to do. the thought of lettin’ ya go hurts, but maybe doc is right… maybe lettin’ ya pass while you’re not in any pain is for the better. m’so s-sorry i couldn’t keep ya safe. what kinda soulmate am i if i can’t protect ya? you must be so mad at me… s’ok, i wouldn’t blame ya, sweetheart.”

He clutches your hand tightly, “if i have to reset again, i’ll try harder, i promise. i-i won’t fail you anymore. please don’t give up on me. i’ll reset a thousand more times if it means you’ll survive. i’ll suffer over and over if it means i can be with you…”

Before Sans could say more, a loud, obnoxious beeping filled the silence of the room.

He was getting real sick of these machines, but this alarm was different from the other ones he’s heard.

The machine that was going off was your ventilator, and Sans noticed that your chest was no longer rising at regular intervals.

Something in his soul didn’t feel right, so he rushed to the entrance of the room.

“somethin’s wrong!”

Immediately, multiple nurses rush into the room and are by your side, checking all your lines and tubes.

Sans stands back, anxiously watching. He tries to distract himself by playing with the pockets of his hoodie.

The respiratory therapist is also present, and she was inspecting your vent.

A smile broke out on her face, “This is great news. Page the doctor!” A nurse nods, before rushing out.

“what’dya mean ‘great news’? what’s goin’ on?” Sans was confused, but the fact that staff members were smiling made a spark of hope ignite in his soul.

“She’s fighting the ventilator, sir. Usually, this can complicate things, but it’s the first sign of breathing on her own since she was put on the vent. We’re gonna have the doctor come and see if we can wean her off again.”

The hope in Sans’ chest increases and he looks at you with fuzzy eye lights.

i knew ya wouldn’t give up, sweetheart.

“What’s going on?” A masculine voice interjects, and Sans recognizes the doctor he spoke to earlier.

“Doc, she’s fighting the ventilator!”

The doctor's face shows a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise, “No shit?”

A couple of chuckles break out around the room, and the doctor laughs nervously, “Sorry. I was just surprised. Let’s try to take her off again.”

The respiratory therapist nods, and she decreases your ventilator settings, until the machine is no longer breathing for you.

Sans and everyone watch with bated breath, staring at your unmoving chest.

Then you breathe.

A chorus of cheers erupt around the room, and Sans can’t hold back the proud, relieved smile that takes over his face.

You were fighting to live.

He always knew you were strong, but you’ve exceeded his expectations without a doubt.

The doctor is also smiling, “This is great news. Let’s keep a close watch on her respiratory status. Ensure her oxygen remains above 90%. Nurse, you can start the weaning process for her sedation. Perhaps we’ll get to talk to her soon.”

Sans perks up at that. He’ll be able to hear your beautiful voice again!

Staff members eventually clear out of the room, clearly in a better mood at your turnaround. Sans was calling Paps, feeling his soul flutter in his chest.

“SANS. IS EVERYTHING OKAY? HOW’S SHE DOING?” Sans can’t help feeling nothing but love for his brother; the amount of concern he shows for you despite not knowing you long was heartwarming.

“p-paps! she’s off the vent! they’re gonna try and get her to wake up soon!”

Sans can basically hear Papyrus leap into the air.

“THAT’S AMAZING NEWS! OH, STARS, I’M SO HAPPY. WOWIE! OKAY, I’M ON MY WAY.” With that, he hangs up.

Sans feels rejuvenated, and rushes over, cupping your cheek gently.

“y’so amazin’, baby. m’so proud of you for pushin’ through this.”

The hopelessness Sans felt from earlier is completely gone.

- - -

Later that evening, Paps arrived and also talked about how proud he was of you. It made Sans’ soul feel warm.

Sans couldn’t sit still as the hours passed by. You were still breathing on your own, and he couldn’t be happier.

However, you were still sedated, and the plastic tube was in place if it was needed again.

They’ve been weaning your sedation, and now it was only a matter of time until you woke up.

“SANS. DO YOU THINK YOUR DATEMATE WOULD LIKE SOME OF MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI WHEN SHE WAKES UP?”

Sans lets out a chuckle, “probably not right away, paps. she hasn’t had solid food in a week.”

“I COULD BLEND IT.”

“and ruin your prized spaghetti? no way.”

A soft groan causes Sans and Paps to freeze, turning to look at the source. You were still in the same position, but your eyes were fluttering.

It didn’t take long until your eyes fully opened, slowly adjusting to the bright light in the room.

Sans could feel the panic in your soul, and immediately rushed to your side. Your hand was instinctively moving to grab at the tube in your throat, but Sans softly grips your wrist, sending you a reassuring smile.

“s’ok, baby. you’re alright. m’here, sweetheart.” He speaks softly, running a hand through your tangled hair.

Sans can feel you calm down, no longer as tense. However, there were tears in your eyes as you tried to speak, but the tube prevented any words from coming out.

“shh, it’s ok, love. no talkin’ yet. they gotta take the tube out. paps,” Sans turns to his brother, “can you get the nurse, please?”

Papyrus gives a salute and rushes off. Sans can hear his loud voice come from the hallway.

While Paps is fetching help, Sans focuses his attention back on you, stroking your head softly.

You looked so confused and scared, eyes darting around the room. There was a slight grimace present on your face, probably due to pain since the sedation was wearing off.

The nurse rushes in, seeing your eyes open. She gives you a smile, “It’s so good to see you awake!”

You were looking at her, clearly confused.

“I’m one of the nurses who’s been taking care of you. My name is Candice. We’re gonna get that annoying tube out of your throat, okay?”

You look relieved, and give a small nod in response. Candice reaches forward and unfastens the tape that is securely holding the tube in place.

“Alright, I’m gonna withdraw the tube. You’re gonna take a deep breath in, then out. It won’t hurt, but it’s definitely gonna feel weird. Are you ready?”

The nervousness appears on your face again, and you reach out to Sans. He rubs your arm gently, “s’ok, baby. m’right here.”

You turn back to the nurse and nod again. Candice reaches forward and grabs the tube.

“Okay, dear. Deep breath in.”

You inhale.

“And out…”

With one smooth motion, the nurse removes the tube. You gag a bit, but other than that, you tolerate it quite well.

You look more comfortable now that the tube was out of your throat. You instinctively open your mouth to try to speak, “S-Sa…ns…”

The relief Sans felt upon hearing your voice was immense, and he gives you a shaky smile, holding back his own tears, “that’s my name, sweetheart. y’did so good. m’so proud of you.”

You give him a shaky smile, a few tears sliding down your cheeks. Sans instantly reaches out to brush them away, “you in pain, sweetheart?”

You give him a small whimper and nod in response, and Candice frowns.

“I’ll go get her some pain medication.” With that, the nurse is gone. Paps steps forward, and Sans sees your eyes light up at his presence.

“Human! I Am So Happy To See You Awake! You Gave Us Quite The Scare!”

You frown, “I-I…m… s-so…rry.”

Sans cups your cheek, “no, baby, it’s ok. paps and i were just worried ‘bout ya. none of this is your fault.”

“W…hat… happ…ened?”

A frown takes over Sans’ face as he remembers the incident, “a truck hit you,” Sans can feel his voice break as he continues, “i-i tried to protect you… m’so sorry, baby.”

You give him a soft smile, “Y…ou did… pro…tect me. I-I could… he…ar you… t-talk to… me…”

The fact that you were able to hear him despite the sedation sends a wave of relief through him. He was so thankful he stayed with you over the last week.

A stray tear runs down his cheek bone. You try to reach up and wipe it, but you’re too weak to do so.

Instead, you offer him comfort, “D-d…on’t c-cry…”

Sans sputters out a broken laugh, “i can’t help it… m’just so happy you’re awake and talkin’. i was s-so scared… so scared i would lose ya…”

His broken voice must trigger you, and a few more tears run down your cheeks, “I-I…m… h-here…”

The nurse comes in, her eyes soft at the scene in front of her, “I’ve brought some pain medication. I’m gonna scan the band that’s on your wrist, okay?”

You nod, and the nurse does as she says, preparing a small syringe.

“what is it?”

Candice smiles at Sans, “It’s just morphine, sir. Strong stuff will help with her breakthrough pain from the accident. It’s gonna go in her IV.”

Sans nods, taking a step back and allowing the nurse access to your arm with the IV in. She screws on the syringe, before pushing the liquid through the tube.

A few seconds pass, and you visibly relax, looking much more comfortable.

Candice smiles, “You know, we’re all glad you bounced back. We thought your boyfriend here would blow up the hospital if you got any worse.”

You appear mortified and look at Sans for confirmation. He gives a simple shrug and Candice laughs.

The hospital staff have all developed a good relationship with Sans over the last week, despite his overbearing nature.

“I’m just kidding, dear. Sorta. I will say, you’re very lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend. I can’t even get my husband to do the dishes. However, Mr. Sans has been taking wonderful care of you since the accident.”

Sans blushes, rubbing the back of his skull. He low-key hated the praise, it was only right for him to care for you when you were sick; it’s just what a good mate would do.

He’d take any sleepless night to ensure you were cared for.

However, Sans enjoys this compliment because it makes you blush, looking away shyly. He moves to stand next to you, leaning down and nuzzling his teeth against your cheek.

“and i’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

You squirm, clearly embarrassed, but Sans continues to pepper your face with kisses.

Candice grins, heading towards the exit, “I’ll give you some more alone time.”

Paps frowns, hitting Sans on the back of the skull, “BROTHER! ENOUGH CANOODLING! YOU’RE MAKING THE HUMAN UNCOMFORTABLE!”

You let out a small laugh, and Sans rubs his head, clearly offended, “you’re askin’ me to not kiss her? you’re crazy, paps.”

“AND YOU’RE INSATIABLE, SANS! HUMAN,” Paps turns to you again, sending you a soft smile, “I APOLOGIZE FOR MY BROTHER’S BEHAVIOR.”

You nod, holding back your giggles, “I-It’s… okay, P-Paps.”

Hearing his name, Paps instantly brightens, “I SHALL GO HOME AND PREPARE YOU MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI.”

“wait, bro, she can’t-”

“NYEH HEH HEH!” Before Sans can say anything else, his brother is already out of the door, almost running into a nurse on the way.

“Whoa, slow down there, Papyrus!” The nurse exclaims.

“SORRY, NURSE HUMAN. I AM IN A RUSH.” Sans can hear Paps’ nyeh-heh-heh’s get more distant, until they’re completely out of earshot.

Sans shakes his head fondly, before turning back to you, “paps clearly hasn’t changed while you’ve been out.”

You frown, “H-how… long?”

“‘bout a week, sweetheart.”

“C-can I… have a drink…?” You clear your voice a couple of times, trying to get the words out.

Sans frowns, his soul demanding he gives you what you want, but he remembers what the nurse told him.

“sorry, sweetheart. i can only put a moist swab in your mouth. can’t let you actually drink anythin’ till’ the speech therapist sees ya.”

You give him a small nod, and he reaches over to the cup of ice water, dipping one of the swabs inside. Once he’s sure it’s wet, he slowly places it into your mouth.

Your eyes close, clearly enjoying the sensation of cool water in your mouth. You give another nod to Sans and he pulls the swab away.

“What… happens now?”

Sans puts the swab away, before leaning against the bed. He runs his fingers down your arm, “well, they’re gonna try to get ya back on solid foods again. then they mentioned physical therapy once you’re stable enough for discharge.”

A large frown takes over your face, and Sans feels his soul clench painfully in his chest. He can feel your anxiety, “sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

A few tears run down your face, and Sans internally panics. Why were you crying? Were you in pain again? He gently cups your face in his hands.

“baby, please… tell me what’s wrong so i can fix it.”

You sniffle, “I-I… I can’t afford… any of this…”

Sans leans back and sighs in relief, he thought you were in pain, but instead you’re worrying about something as pointless as a medical bill.

He can’t help but chuckle, and you almost look offended. Sans shakes his head, “not laughing at’ya, sweetheart. you should just focus on your recovery. ‘sides, paps and i got the bill covered.”

You look horrified, and quickly shake your head, “N-no, Sans… you can’t… that’s too much-”

Sans strokes your cheek, “nothin’s too much for you, sweetheart. we’ve already paid for it, and we’ll pay for the therapy. you deserve the very best. paps and i will be ok.”

More tears make their way down your cheeks, and Sans rubs them away, placing his teeth on your forehead, “shh, s’ok, love. you don’t gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ except gettin’ better, ok?”

You seem reluctant, but eventually give in with a nod. Sans smiles proudly.

“that’s my girl.”

Chapter Text

The next few days are full of activity; you finish your last course of antibiotics, and the speech therapist finally clears you to have thickened liquids until your throat fully heals.

Once you were cleared, the first thing you asked for was a milkshake. Sans brought one in, and the look on your face when you took your first sip made Sans’ soul thrum in happiness.

“This is so good…” You groaned, taking another big sip. Your voice was still weak, but to Sans, it was still the most beautiful sound in the world.

You weren’t too happy about the softened food they provided you, calling it “hospital slop.” You tried to bribe Sans to bring you something else to eat, but he would just shake his head, smile and say “doctor’s orders, babe.”

They told you once your jaw regained its strength, and your stomach got used to soft foods, that you would progress to a regular diet. So you huffed and ate the stuff they gave you.

Therapy visited you three times a day, doing passive and active range-of-motion exercises. Once you were able to move more freely, they attempted to stand you up for the first time in over a week.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go well. Your knees buckled and you clung onto Sans, tears in your eyes. The staff and Sans tried to encourage you, saying you were doing great, but it didn’t do much to cheer you up.

Despite feeling down, Sans could see your determination. The hospital staff gave you very light weights to work out your arms, and anytime Sans left you alone, he would always come back to you using them.

It took another week before you were able to stand unassisted, then another three days until you were able to walk ten feet without getting tired.

You felt like you weren’t progressing fast enough, but Sans reminded you to take your time, and that he would be with you every step of the way.

Despite the small hiccups, the rest of your recovery goes surprisingly well. It isn’t long until you’re eating regular food, and walking without difficulty, but you moved slower than you used to due to the fractured ribs that were slowly healing.

The doctor said you should have a caregiver for the first few weeks after discharge. Sans volunteered for the position, despite your protests. You mentioned how you hated being a burden, but Sans simply shook his head, saying “ya never are.”

So, you temporarily moved into the brothers’ house.

Your arm was in a cast, and Sans spent almost thirty minutes writing bone puns on it, much to Papyrus' dismay.

Your laughter was totally worth it.

Sans kept his spirits up, but frankly, he was terrified. He was expecting fate to come out and deal the final blow, taking your sweet soul.

He’s never had you die and come back, and it made him more on edge than usual. He knew he’d have to talk to you soon about everything, and he was hoping you wouldn’t be frightened by the information like previous timelines.

when she gets her cast off, then i’ll talk to her.

It didn’t take long until that day came, and you were a smiling mess in the doctor's office as they removed the cast. When you were able to fully extend and bend your arm, you looked so relieved, and Sans felt so proud to see you recover from your ordeal.

He also was not looking forward to having this conversation with you.

Right now, the two of you were sitting on the couch, watching TV. Sans had told Paps that he would talk with you about the resets, so his brother left the house, most likely to hang with Undyne.

Your eyes were glued to the screen, and you were clearly into the show that was playing, but Sans couldn’t find it in himself to share your enthusiasm.

He reached over to the remote and muted the TV.

You turn to him, confused, but not angry, “Sans? Are you okay?”

Sans chuckles nervously, his soul pounding in his chest, “m’alright, there’s just uh- somethin’ i wanna talk to ya ‘bout.”

You relax, sending him a smile, “Sure. What is it?”

“well- uh, ya know how before the accident, we had that phone call?”

You ponder, clearly trying to remember it, “Kinda? What was it about?”

“we were talkin’ ‘bout our souls bein’ compatible.”

You grin, “That’s right! What about it?”

Sans feels sweat gather at the top of his skull, “uh- remember how ya mentioned soulmates?”

“Yeah?”

“well, you were right. that’s what it is. i didn’t want to fully tell you ‘cause i thought it would scare ya away.”

“Sans, you could never scare me away. You’ve been one of the best things that’s ever happened to me in a long time.”

Sans could feel his cheekbones warm up, “hehe, thanks, sweetheart.”

“Anyways, I thought soulmates were just a romance novel thing? I didn’t think they were real.”

“nah, soulmates are real, ‘specially with monsters. we’re more in-tune with our souls, and can instantly tell when we run into our soulmate.”

“Wait, are you saying that the day we first met you knew we were soulmates?”

“heh, yep. s’why i was so happy seein’ you again in the diner.”

You appear curious, “What did it feel like? Meeting me for the first time?”

Sans looks at the ceiling, remembering the overwhelming emotions he got the very first time.

“kinda surreal. felt like the color in the world got a bit brighter. everythin’ just felt… better. complete. i felt more relaxed than i thought possible. that’s when i knew you were my soulmate.”

You flush, “That’s… really sweet, Sans…”

“an’ what ‘bout you?”

“Huh?”

“did’ya feel anythin’?”

You run a hand through your hair, clearly in deep thought, “Yes? It wasn’t as intense but I felt… safe. Like I could trust you.”

Sans smiles, feeling his shoulders relax, “heh, that makes me happy, sweetheart.”

You blush again, holding back your smile, “So, why did you bring this up? It’s not a bad thing, is it?”

Sans frowns, “stars- no. havin’ ya as my soulmate is the best thing i could ever ask for.”

“Then why mention it?”

fuck.

“well- uh, i never told ya this, but when ya had the accident, your heart stopped on the way to the hospital… felt like all the color left the world, almost like a ton of bricks were weighin’ me down. i’ll never forget the feelin’.”

no… fate wont let me forget the feelin’.

You frown, reaching a hand out to touch Sans’ shoulder, “Sans, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

Sans shakes his head, “s’not your fault. but that uh- s’not the crazy part.”

Your head tilts, “Crazy part?”

“it… uh, wasn’t the first time i saw ya die.”

“It wasn’t? You mean my heart stopped again?”

Sans frowns, “yes? no? m’sorry… this is just hard to explain without soundin’ like m’crazy.”

You touch his hand, “Sans, it’s okay. You can talk to me. I’m not going anywhere. Take as long as you need.”

Sans takes a deep breath in.

Then he starts.

He starts from the very beginning, meeting you for the first time; spending time with you, becoming a couple, and then losing you.

Then he explains his ability to reset back to the day he met you. Your eyes widen at his words, and he begins to tell you things about yourself that you haven’t said yet, stuff he shouldn’t know.

He tells you about you dying 34 times, and that he knew you would run into him. He tells you how he used his knowledge of your workplace to go meet you and ask for your number.

He apologizes for failing you as your soulmate. He apologizes for following you without your consent. He apologizes over and over until he doesn’t even know what he’s apologizing for and-

“Sans.”

Sans stops rambling, and he doesn’t realize that he’s crying; fresh tears making their way down his cheekbones.

You reposition yourself on the couch and gently grab both of his hands.

Sans sniffs, “s-sweetheart?”

You frown, “I’m very confused, trust me. None of what you said makes any sense. Yet, I believe you. I can feel it in my hear- soul. I feel it in my soul. In the time we’ve known each other, you’ve been as honest and upfront with me as you could be, yet taking the main burden on your shoulders. Ever since I met you, I felt like I’ve known you for a long time. The only way I could feel like this is if you were telling the truth. I believed you about us being soulmates, and now I believe you about this…”

Sans is crying again, and he leans his head on your shoulder, saturating your shirt with tears.

“f-fuck… m’so sorry…”

You place a gentle kiss on the side of his skull, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I should be thanking you. It’s pretty disturbing to know my previous fates, but knowing I had you by my side till the very end means the world to me. Thank you for trying so hard.”

Sans raises his arms and pulls you tightly against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your tone turns serious, “Sans.”

He sniffles, pulling back to gaze at you, “y-yeah?”

You frown, “If it’s my destiny to die… then maybe you should let me g-”

“no!” Sans practically roars his refusal, causing you to flinch.

He immediately realizes his outburst, gently cupping your face, “fuck… m’sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to frighten you. i’d tear off my own arm before i lay a hand against ya.”

You smile reassuringly at him, “It’s okay, Sans. The loud noise just surprised me. I’m not scared of you.”

Sans breathes a sigh of relief, “thank stars…”

Your smile slowly diminishes, and you reach up to squeeze the hand that’s on your cheek, “Sans-”

He begins shaking his head, voice cracking, “n-no, no! y’don’t understand, love… i can’t lose you. i just can’t. there’s no place for me in this world if you’re not in it.”

You squeeze his hand again, “Sans. You’re killing yourself with these resets. I can’t imagine what it’s doing to your mental health!”

Sans feels a shudder run down his spine, but he ignores it, “s’ok, i can handle it. long as you’re with me…”

“Sans…”

“p-please, baby… don’t make me live without ya… s’the one thing i can’t do…”

You sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat, “Alright, but there’s gotta be something we can do. You can’t keep going on like this.”

Sans’ face suddenly changes, almost as if he’s remembered something, “there is… one way.”

You lean forward, “There is? Then let’s do it. If it’ll stop your suffering.”

Sans flushes, “s-slow down, sweetheart. i uh- should probably explain what it is first.”

You nod, resting your hands at your sides, “Okay. What is it?”

Sans rubs the back of his skull, “w-well… the only way we could sever your predetermined fate would be with a… soul bond.”

“A soul bond?”

“y-yeah…”

“And what is this ‘soul bond’?”

“s’the conjoinin’ of two souls… it basically completes the bond between soulmates. we uh- pull our souls out and allow them to touch. durin’ the process, you see each others’ memories n’ stuff. it’ll extend your lifetime to mine, and you basically won’t die unless i do. it’s a very intimate act, usually done during…” he clears his non-existent throat, voice becoming quiet, “sex…”

You frown, “Done during what?”

Sans avoids your gaze, “i-it’s done durin’ sex….”

You’re silent, and Sans wills himself to look up at you. Your face is bright red, and you look away, finding the stray fabric of the couch very interesting.

“O-oh. I see…”

Sans frowns, unsure how to gauge your reaction.

When he doesn’t speak, you turn to look at him again.

“How come we never did this… in the previous timelines?”

The frown on Sans’ face deepens, “ya always died before we could. and i never wanted to push ya. i could never push ya.”

“Sans-”

He raised a finger to your lips, stopping you from finishing your sentence.

“hush, love, s’ok… i promise i’ll do everythin’ in my power to keep ya safe until you’re ready.”

“Sans-”

“i-i know I’ve failed ya before, but if ya just have a lil’ more faith in me, then i-”

“Sans!”

Sans flinches, before meeting your gaze, “yeah?”

“I want to.”

what.

“w-what?”

“The soul bond. I want to do it with you.”

Sans almost laughed because this can’t be real.

there’s no way it’s real.

“s-sweetheart i don’t think ya understand how intimate and sacred a soul bond is. once it’s done, there’s no separatin’.”

You frown a bit, “That’s a big commitment… but, I still think I want to do it.”

Sans chuckles, “ya have to know ya want to do it, love. i won’t do it with ya if you have any doubts.”

You nod, “Then I know I want to do it, Sans. Let’s soul bond.”

Sans could feel a new wave of tears run down his cheeks, and you are alarmed instantly.

“S-Sans! What’s wrong?!”

He sniffs, wiping his cheekbones on his hoodie, “s’nothing… i just thought i’d never live to see the day where i hear ya say those words… are ya absolutely sure?”

You give him a soft smile, “I’m sure.”

Sans doesn’t hesitate, pulling you close and planting his teeth to your forehead.

You feel the familiar sensation of nothingness and then soft covers underneath your skin.

“Where are we?” You observe your surroundings.

“my room. that ok?”

You give him another bright smile, “Of course.”

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Sans cups your cheek gently, his fingers gliding over your skin, “you sure ya want to do this, sweetheart?”

please say yes.

p l e a s e.

You give him a smile, “I do, Sans. I want you, all of you.”

Sans almost wants to sob in relief, and he has to hold himself back from pulling out your soul right then and there.

Instead, he forces himself to give you a shaky smile.

“if ya ever want to stop… please tell me.”

You give him a small nod, and Sans leans down, pressing his teeth to your mouth.

You reciprocate immediately, lips moving against his malleable teeth. With a focus of magic, his tongue is pressing against your bottom lip.

You respond with a soft mmmph and open your mouth. Sans wastes no time, pushing his tongue into your warm cavern.

The small moans coming from you were sending jolts of electricity straight to his pelvis.

He’s spent so much time trying to keep you alive, he never got to properly enjoy any pleasure involving you - just harmless touches here and there.

Being able to explore you like this, it was almost surreal.

Your tongue brushes against his, and Sans responds by gripping your hip, tracing the skin that was exposed due to your shirt riding up.

His magic begins to tangle with your tongue, almost in a fight for dominance.

mine.

m i n e.

m  i  n  e.

You give control to him, and he lets out a small purr at your compliance.

He decides to reward you.

His hand no longer rests on your hip. Instead, it trails up underneath your shirt until he finds the curve of your breast.

so soft.

so perfect.

and all mine.

Sans has barely begun and his magic was already tight in his shorts. He can only hope he doesn’t finish before he’s inside of you.

His phalanges trace the soft skin that was covered by your bra. Everything in him wanted to yank it off, but he willed himself to take his time.

be slow.

make her feel good.

His phalange trails up, until it brushes over your semi-hard nipple. He can feel you gasp against his teeth, back arching off the mattress.

He loves that sound.

So he repeats the motion, again and again. Each time your body trembles with pleasure. Your nipple is now fully hard, and Sans gives it a gentle pinch, causing you to whimper.

“S… Sans…” You pull back to mutter his name, panting heavily.

Sans moves to press his teeth into the crook of your neck, giving the sensitive skin a slight nibble.

“you’re so beautiful.” He mutters breathlessly, tongue darting out and tracing the area over your pulse.

You shiver in response, another whimper escaping your throat.

Sans stops teasing your nipple, and gropes your whole breast, marveling at the softness below his fingertips.

“so soft…” Sans almost sounds like he’s in awe.

wish i woulda done this sooner… her skin feels amazin’. nothin’ better than this.

“Sans…” another whimper tears itself from your throat.

With a grin, Sans stares down at you, “yes, sweetheart?”

Your face is flushed, and you avoid his gaze, but you give a gentle tug on his hoodie. His smile softens, and he shrugs the familiar weight off of his shoulders.

Once off, he repositions himself above you, moving his hands to trace along your hips.

“doin’ ok, baby?”

You give him a nod, a small, but content smile on your lips. Sans feels nothing but relief as he slides your shirt up your sides, exposing the flesh of your belly.

He runs the tips of his phalanges down the sensitive skin, causing you to let out a breathy chuckle. His soul swells in affection.

i love you.

love you so much.

He can see the small surgical incision along your abdomen. Despite the darker pigmentation and tighter skin, Sans believed you were still gorgeous.

You lean forward on your elbows, assisting Sans in removing your shirt. Your soulmate's gaze was settled on your chest, and you flush crimson.

Sans’ hands raise up and cup both of your breasts, running a fingertip over each of your nipples. You let out a strained moan, but it’s drowned out as Sans presses his teeth against your lips again.

After teasing your chest, Sans slides his hands around back, fumbling with the clasp of the bra. It takes him a few seconds, along with some frustrated curses, before the clasp is released, causing the bra to hang limply on your shoulders.

With a small brush of his hands, it falls off, fully exposing your chest to him.

In all his life, Sans had never seen anything more beautiful. He always knew you were gorgeous, but could never appreciate it until now, with you open and vulnerable underneath him.

how did i get so lucky to have her as my soulmate?

Sans gives a gentle push against your shoulder, and you sink back down onto the bed. He parts his teeth, tongue exposed. Your body almost shudders in anticipation.

Leaning over you, Sans lowers himself to your chest, his tongue flicking out and pressing against your nipple.

You whimper, eyes closed as you enjoy the pleasure Sans is giving you.

He runs his tongue along the sensitive nub, flicking it occasionally. You taste so good, salty yet sweet.

His tongue retreats back into his mouth, and his eye lights move up to your face.

“look at me, sweetheart.”

His hand is running down your hip again, towards the area between your legs. You bite your bottom lip and open your eyes, looking at Sans.

He gives you a soft, genuine smile as his fingertips trace the waistband of your pants.

“you’re beautiful.”

His fingers slide underneath the fabric of your pants, brushing against your clothed clit.

You gasp again, the sensitivity causing electricity to jolt through your spine. It isn’t long until you're a panting, writhing mess underneath Sans.

He rubs, pinches, and flicks your clit through your underwear. He can feel the dampness gathering, and it sends a feeling of pride through his bones knowing he can finally give you the pleasure you deserve.

He stops his actions, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

“heh, alright, sweetheart. hips up.” You comply, lifting your hips as he slides your pants and underwear off in one smooth motion.

He discards the articles of clothing to the side, before once again situating himself between your thighs.

He can feel your nervousness, and you instinctively try to close your legs to hide away from him.

how can she not realize how beautiful she is?

“sweetheart? you ok?” His voice is laced with concern.

You bite your lip, giving a hesitant nod, “I just… I’ve never done this before… what if I’m not good enough?”

Sans freezes, before letting out a chuckle. He squeezes your thighs, enjoying the small pout that takes over your face.

“hehehe, sorry, sweetheart. m’not laughing at’cha, but that’s whatcha worried ‘bout?”

You look almost ashamed, and Sans stops chuckling, leaning forward and gently cupping your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“you’re everything i ever wanted and more, trust me.”

You take in his words, before giving him a slow nod in acceptance.

Seems what he said gives you some confidence, because you open your mouth to speak, “You still have clothes on…”

Sans is pleased that you want to see him, and he nuzzles your cheek, a purr rumbling through his chest.

“y’wanna see the rest of m’bones that badly?”

You flush, “S-shut up.”

“hehe, just teasing ya. red is always a gorgeous color on you.”

He pulls back, sliding his hands under his shirt, before pulling it up and over his head, tossing the fabric aside.

You look both curious and fascinated, “Can I… touch you?”

Sans smiles, “please.”

You sit up a bit, now face-to-face with him. Slowly, you reach your hand out and trace his clavicle, down to his sternum.

Sans shudders under your touch, another jolt of pleasure reminding him of the tightness in his shorts.

my mate is finally touching me… 

Sans has never done anything as intimate with you as this; it was always kisses, cuddles, and hand-holding. Your soul would always shatter before he could get any farther.

Now? Sans felt like he could die happy.

Your nails lightly graze one of his ribs, and Sans gasps, hips bucking involuntarily. You’re taken by surprise, and withdraw your hand.

Sans grabs your wrist, “do that again.”

You seem to relax knowing that your actions didn’t hurt him, and you gently run your nails over his ribs again.

“ahh… fuck.” Sans can’t help but throw his head back and groan at your touch. Every graze against him is basically amplified due to the slight bond he shares with you.

Sans almost feels like he dies when your hand brushes the bulge in his shorts.

“oh, fuck-” He immediately grabs your wrist without realizing it.

“S-sorry! Did I hurt you?” You look almost frightened at the thought.

Sans is quick to shake his head, “no, no, love. heh, quite the opposite. m’just really sensitive. sorry for grabbin’ ya.”

You bite your lip and Sans wonders what the inside of your mouth feels like. His cock twitches at the thought.

“Oh… can I continue then?”

“lemme just take these off, sweetheart.” With a bit of adjusting, Sans removes his shorts, and he almost sobs in relief now that his cock wasn’t confined.

Your gaze drifts down to look at what you’re working with, and your eyes slightly widen.

His cock is long and thick. Also, it was glowing blue just like his magic, with a small amount of pre-cum collected at the tip.

Your pupils are blown, and Sans swears to god he sees you lick your lips in anticipation.

“touch me, baby. please.” He’s practically begging, dick twitching in suspense.

You visibly swallow, before reaching a hand out and gently wrapping it around his length.

Sans’ eye lights practically roll back in his skull. Your hand is so soft, so warm, and much better than his own could ever be.

His hips thrust up into your hand, and he almost whimpers.

i probably sound so pathetic.

“move your hand, babe, please.” Sans is completely at your mercy, almost like putty in your hands.

You give his cock a squeeze and Sans gasps, a bit of fluid leaking at the tip again. You smear your thumb over the head, and Sans jerks in response.

You begin moving at an agonizingly slow pace, hand gliding up and down. Despite you being a virgin, you know exactly how to touch him.

“m’god… fuck, babe… you’re so good… so perfect.” Sans can’t help but praise you, his soul humming in satisfaction at finally being touched by his soulmate.

All the resets of sexual frustration were hitting him full force. His dick was like an iron rod in your hand, throbbing with years of unused magic.

Sans can already feel the familiar tingling at the base of his cock, and he grabs your hand. You look at him, slightly confused.

“heh, s’embarrassing but… m’not gonna last long if ya continue.” Your cheeks redden in response, but you nod, hand resting at your side.

Sans eye lights shift down, noticing the growing wetness between your thighs.

have to taste her.

With a gentle push, you’re laying on your back again.

“Sans?” You ask, but all you get is a reassuring smile in return.

“relax, love. let me take care of ya.” Sans leans forward and places a skeletal kiss on your stomach, hands gently spreading your legs apart.

You seem to know his plan, because your face is beet red, “W-wait, Sans-”

A phalange is pressed against your lips, “shh, don’t worry, s’ok.” You’re slightly tense underneath him, but you eventually give him a small nod.

Sans slides down until he rests in front of his goal. He can already feel his mouth watering as he takes in the scent of your arousal.

she smells so good…

Running his tongue along his teeth, Sans leans forward, pressing his mouth into your cunt. Your whole body twitches and you let out what sounds like a mix of a stutter and gasp.

His appendage immediately gets to work, licking you in one fluid motion.

fuck… she tastes absolutely amazin’.

Sans can’t help but moan into your cunt as his tongue works its magic, prodding at your entrance and tracing your clit.

Your legs jerk, and Sans has to hold your thighs apart and keep you still.

Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of finally being close to you. To Sans, there is nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

fuck… i could eat her up for hours…

His tongue was now flicking your clit over and over again, and your moans were gradually increasing in volume.

He decides to spice things up a bit, and shoves one of his phalanges inside you. You squeak in surprise, biting the back of your hand in an attempt to silence your sounds of pleasure.

Sans growls against you, and the vibrations send another wave of electricity straight through you. He uses his free hand to pull away the palm you were biting into.

He pulls back for a second, licking his teeth, “don’t cover your mouth. i want to hear ya, sweetheart.” Before you can even respond, he’s back to eating you out, fucking you with his finger.

God, you’re so wet, tight, and warm around his digit. It takes every ounce of willpower to not shove his dick inside of you right then and there.

With a curl of his finger, you’re suddenly a lot more vocal, squirming in the bed. Your hands clench at the bedsheets, and Sans can feel your walls tightening around him. He smirks, shoving another finger inside of you, and you moan loudly in response.

that’s it, baby… cum for me.

As if hearing his thoughts, your whole body tenses up, toes curling and your mouth parted in a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you.

Sans continues to lick your clit, curling his phalanges over and over inside of you, eager to prolong your pleasure. His soul hums happily in his chest, and a wave of calmness runs through him at the thought of finally bringing his soulmate to orgasm.

Everything feels right.

You gently tap his skull, causing him to stop his actions. That’s when he notices your legs are trembling, clearly overstimulated.

He pulls back, tongue tracing his teeth.

“heh, sorry, babe. i got a lil’ carried away. y’just taste so good.” His voice is deep and laced with a purr.

You’re panting, and carefully sit up, face bright red at his words. You glance down at his cock, before a look of confliction crosses your face.

“Do you… want me to-?” Sans shakes his head.

“nah, sweetheart, m’already so close. need to be inside ya. lay back.” He gently pushes on your shoulder again, and you basically collapse into the mattress, a look of anticipation crossing your face.

Sans scoots forward, giving his cock a few pumps. His soul was vibrating excitedly in his chest.

“Will it hurt?” You ask, a bit of fear lacing your voice. Sans’ soul immediately notes your apprehension, and demands he reassures you.

“nah, might burn a bit, but i’ll be slow, i promise. i’d never hurt’cha.”

You give a small nod, relaxing into the cool sheets. Sans presses his cock against your wet cunt, leaning down and nuzzling your cheek.

You can feel the affection from him seep into your very being. He smiles against your cheek.

“i love you.”

Before you can reply, Sans is already pushing inside of you. You can feel each inch stretch your walls, and he’s right - it burns. You whimper softly, and Sans pauses, allowing you to accommodate his length.

He gives your forehead a kiss of reassurance, “you’re ok, love, just breathe.”

You do as he says, before nodding at him to continue. In just a few more seconds, Sans is fully hilted inside of you.

You're both panting from the intense pleasure. Sans fills you up in just the right ways, causing your cunt to throb in delight.

Sans, however, is doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding the daylights out of you. You feel so warm, wet, and tight around him.

34 resets and m’finally inside my soulmate… worth it.

Sans’ soul is vibrating, pushing against the confines of his rib cage, eager to get to your soul and complete the bond.

not yet.

Sans grinds his pelvis against your hips, almost as if to get even deeper inside of you. You let out a whine, back arching to grind against him as well.

“f-fuck, babe… y’feel so good.” Sans slowly withdraws himself, until only the tip remains inside of you, then he shoves back in.

You yelp in surprise, and Sans groans as your cunt squeezes around him.

m’not gonna last long. she feels too good.

Sans begins a slow, steady rhythm; withdrawing himself and filling you back up with his cock.

“S-Sans…” You moan his name, and his dick throbs in delight, another gush of pre-cum spurting from the tip, providing further lubrication.

“yes, babe, say my name…” His tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth, a trail of drool running down his chin. He grips your hips tightly, phalanges digging into your skin.

He begins to increase his pace, moving even faster inside of you. Your face flushes at the obscene sounds that fill the room, but Sans doesn’t care, all he cares about is fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow.

Sans feels that familiar tingle again, and he knows it’s time. With a pant, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, slowing to a stop, “m’ok, baby, m’gonna pull out your soul, alright?”

“O-okay, Sans.” You give him a nod.

“last chance, sweetheart, once we start i won’t be able t’stop. y’sure you wanna do this?”

say yes.

say y e s.

You give him another nod, “Yes, Sans… I’m sure.”

thank fucking god…

With a gentle pull, Sans begins to summon your soul. The pull isn’t unpleasant in the slightest; in fact, it feels right. With a flare of blue magic, your soul slowly manifests above the two of you.

To Sans, it’s the most beautiful soul he has ever seen. The bright, vibrant green gives off a soft glow to the room. There are no cracks or divots present, and he was so, so thankful that he could finally see your soul in another situation where it wasn’t shattering in front of him.

so perfect.

she’s so perfect.

“That’s… my soul?” You ask, almost as awe-stricken as he was. He leans forward, cupping your cheek, eye lights morphing into hearts.

“yes, love, and it’s the most beautiful soul i’ve ever seen.”

Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, and Sans wipes them away before they fall. With another kiss on your head, he then leans back.

Sans feels the familiar tug on his chest as he summons forth his own soul. The tiny, white, upside-down heart appears next to yours, but Sans holds it still with his magic.

You sit up a bit, adjusting yourself as Sans is still situated inside of you.

Usually he was always so confident around you, but having the very cumulation of his being exposed was making him feel self-conscious.

what if she doesn’t like it?

what if she thinks m’not good enough for her?

However, all of his worries go out the window as you speak your next words.

“Sans… it’s… it’s beautiful.”

A bright blue flush takes over Sans’ face, and he can’t help but feel giddy.

“heh… hehe, thanks, sweetheart.”

“Why is your soul white?”

“all monster souls are; only humans have colored souls.”

“Mine’s green… is that good?”

“heh, means your dominate soul trait is kindness… very fittin’ for you.” He sends you a wink, and you blush again.

You continue to gaze at the two hearts dancing around above your heads.

“What’s the blue glow around yours?” You ask.

“heh, m’holding my soul still with magic.”

“What? Why? Aren’t they supposed to touch?”

Sans feels sweat gather at the top of his skull, and he nervously chuckles, “ya, but, if i let go of mine, it’s basically gonna lunge at yours, and it can be… quite intense.”

“O-oh.”

“don’t worry, sweetheart. it won’t hurt at all, promise. do’ya trust me?”

You send him a small smile, “With my whole soul.”

The white light coming from his exposed soul shines brighter at your comment. You notice, and appear a bit confused, “Your soul is glowing brighter, what’s that mean?”

“hehe… means i’m really happy, love. souls can’t ever lie when they’re in the open.”

“Oh… I’m… glad I can make you happy.” You bite your bottom lip, and Sans runs his finger down your cheek.

“sweetheart, ya have no idea how happy you make me. i love you.” He says those three words again, and your soul gives a pleasant flutter.

“I… I love you, too, Sans.”

Sans’ soul is almost spinning in joy at your confession that he has to use more magic to keep it under control.

“alright, sweetheart, m’gonna slowly let them touch, ok? you’re gonna feel and see things ya ain’t ever have before, but don’t be scared, i’ll be right here. nothin’ will hurt’cha.”

You nod, a calming smile on your face. You trust Sans.

Pulling back his magic, Sans watches as his soul gently collides with yours.

Once they make contact, Sans swears he sees stars. Once again, he’s gripping your hips, before pounding into you at a fast rate.

The intense pleasure from your souls connecting causes him to cum almost instantly, but he doesn’t notice, continuing to push into you over and over again.

You’re moaning loudly, arms gripping at Sans’ spine. Orgasm after orgasm hits you, causing you to contract around Sans like a vice.

He curses, spilling inside of you once again. He’s never felt anything more intense in his entire life. Suddenly, all of those resets mean nothing to him, and he feels reborn.

Both souls hum as they dance above, and Sans can physically feel your string of fate snap, now forming a new one with him.

finally…

she’s finally safe…

All his hard work, all the resets, all the times he’s seen your soul shatter have led him to this moment. A wave of pure relief and joy flows through him, and he doesn’t realize he’s crying.

He sees your life flash before his eyes.

He sees you learning how to walk.

He sees you graduate high school.

He sees your first boyfriend.

He sees your first job.

He sees you meeting him.

He feels the love in your soul, enveloping around him like a secure blanket.

He sees you.

He feels you.

A fresh wave of tears run down his cheekbones. The only thing that snaps him out of it is your hands on his face.

“S-Sans…” You’re crying as well; you must’ve seen his memories too.

Sans pulls out of you, wrapping you up in the blanket and pulling you into his lap. You're sobbing loudly, head buried into his ribcage.

“I-I’m so sorry!” You wail, trembling in his arms. Sans’ soul stutters painfully as he feels your sorrow through your new bond.

He hushes you, running his hands along your back.

“what’cha sorry for, sweetheart? you’ve just made me the happiest skeleton alive.” He gives a small chuckle, pressing his teeth to your temple, but the reassurance does nothing to calm you.

You probably saw yourself through his eyes, dying over and over again.

“Y-you had to go through all of that a-alone… I-I’m so sorry…!”

“shh, love, no more crying, s’ok.” He glides his thumb over your cheek, rubbing away the fresh tears. You give him a small huff.

“You’re c-crying too…”

“ya, but s’cuz m’happy, babe. never been happier.” You give a small sniff, before rubbing your eyes.

“D-did it work…?” You look up at the two souls, watching them slowly separate.

Sans noticies the small green dot inside of his soul, and the small shade of blue inside yours.

Another wave of tears run down his cheekbones as he smiles, “heh, yep, it worked, sweetheart. nothin’ will ever take you from me again, i swear it.”

He nuzzles the top of your head, purring in contentment. You sniff again, trying to get your tears under control.

Sans lays you down, before cuddling up next to you. He wraps his arms securely around you, and you know that you’re completely and utterly safe.

“i love you, sweetheart.”

You know he does, but now you can truly feel it in your soul.

“I love you too, Sans…”

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Sunlight leaks in through the window, shining in your face. You groan, turning away from the brightness.

You’re met with the broad chest of your soulmate.

He’s snoring softly, and you can faintly hear a slight purr in his chest. Ever since you met him, he’s always looked on edge or tense, but now - he looks so content.

You trace your hands along his ribs, marveling in the smoothness of bone.

There’s a small grumble, and you gaze up to see two hazy white eye lights gazing at you.

“mornin’, sweetheart.” He sends you a soft smile, and you reciprocate.

“Good morning.”

“how’re ya feelin’?”

“A little sore, but I’m okay.”

Sans traces his hand along your hip, a small frown taking over his face, “sorry. i shoulda been more gentle.”

“Don’t be sorry, Sans. I knew what I was getting into. Besides…” you blush, “I really enjoyed it…”

The small frown on Sans’ face changes to a big grin, and it almost looks smug.

“SANS! HUMAN! BREAKFAST IS READY.”

Sans groans, pulling you closer, clearly wanting to stay put.

“seems like paps came back last night after we fell asleep.”

“Yeah. Should we head downstairs?”

“mmm… five more minutes.” He closes his sockets again.

“Sans… we know five minutes isn’t going to just be five minutes.”

“y’know me so well.” He sounds proud.

You squirm a bit, trying to release his grip and get up. Sans let’s out the equivalent of a whine and finally lets you go.

You slide out from under the covers, hunting down your clothes and putting them on.

“You coming?” You turn to Sans, and you see him staring at you, a bright smile on his face.

“W-what?” You’re blushing, and you avoid his gaze.

“nothin’. just admirin’ my whole world.” Your blush deepens and he lets out a chuckle.

“J-just… come on.” You grab his hoodie on the floor and throw it at his face.

He lets out an offended gasp, “rude.”

“You’ll live.”

Sans chuckles again and gathers the rest of his clothes.

You’re already opening the door and heading downstairs, Sans hot on your heels.

“Morning, Papyrus.” You greet him with a smile.

He turns to look at you, “GOOD MORNING, HU-” his eyes widen and he looks between you and Sans.

Then the biggest smile takes over his face, “I BELIEVE CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER.”

You tilt your head, “Uhm, for what?”

“FOR YOUR SOUL BONDING, OF COURSE.”

“thanks, paps.” Sans sends his brother a relaxed smile, thankful for his brother’s support.

However, you appear mortified. You look over at Sans, “H-he knows?! I thought he wasn’t here last night? Oh god, did he hear us? Papyrus I’m so-”

“HUMAN.” Paps frowns, “RELAX. I CAN TELL BECAUSE SANS’ SCENT IS EMBEDDED ON YOUR SKIN, AND YOURS IS ON HIM AS WELL. IT’S A TYPE OF SCENT MARKING THAT OCCURS IN THE BONDING PROCESS.”

You frown, sniffing your shirt, “I don’t feel like I smell any different. Will it wash off after I shower?”

Papyrus shakes his head, “AS I SAID, IT IS ON YOUR SKIN. MONSTERS HAVE A STRONGER SENSE OF SMELL THAN HUMANS. YOU PROBABLY WON’T NOTICE IT, BUT ANY MONSTER WILL BE ABLE TO TELL YOU’RE SANS’ MATE FROM NOW ON.”

Sans grins, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “yep, all mine.” He nuzzles into your neck.

You blush, biting your bottom lip. However, Papyrus groans.

“NO CANOODLING AT THE TABLE. NOW SIT DOWN AND EAT.”

You and Sans both let out a laugh, before taking a seat and digging into your breakfast.

- - -

The day passes by uneventfully, but Sans is clearly more clingier than usual. Any chance he gets, he’s touching you in some way.

He’ll rest his head on yours, nuzzle your cheek, hold your hand, and wrap his arms around you.

You don’t mind though. You’ve never felt more loved in your life, but you were curious.

“Sans?” You call out his name, his face buried in your hair.

“hm?” He hums in response.

“You’re a lot more… touchy-feely than usual. Is everything okay?”

Sans pulls back, readjusting himself so his arms are around you, “d’ya not like it?”

You’re quickly shaking your head, “No, I do! It’s just… different. Is there a reason?”

Sans grins, leaning back down to nuzzle your cheek, “heh, today’s just a very special day for me. m’very happy.”

“Because of the soul bond?”

“that… and today is the four year anniversary of the barrier fallin’. i never thought i’d be able to see another anniversary of this day, i was always so focused on keepin’ ya alive.”

You frown, “I’m sorry, Sans.”

“nothin’ to be sorry for, sweetheart. in the end, i got ya by my side. that’s all i can ask for.”

You smile, leaning against his shoulder. You hear a purr rumble in his chest.

“actually, can i show ya somethin’?”

“Sure.” You smile.

“m’gonna shortcut us somewhere, ok?”

Your eyes begin to sparkle in excitement, “Really?!” Sans just chuckles and nods.

“hold on tight.” His arms tighten around you. You close your eyes, and he shortcuts.

The sound around you fades into distant birds chirping with the rustle of autumn leaves blowing in the wind.

You open your eyes, and are greeted with a view of Ebott, with the sun setting over the horizon.

“Wow…” your mouth drops open as you take in the beautiful scenery.

Sans smiles, his eye lights soft, “this is the first thing i saw when we came outta the underground. the sun was settin’ just like now.”

You look over at him, then back to the view, “It’s beautiful, Sans. I can’t imagine how wonderful it must’ve been to see this after all that time underground.”

“definitely life changin’, just like meetin’ you.” You blush at his words, continuing to admire the sunset in front of you.

“in fact, this is probably my favorite day of the year. it’s the day i got released from the underground; was like the start of a new life on the surface. now, it’s the day i bonded with my soulmate, and it’s a start of my new life with you.”

You entwine your fingers with his, a small frown tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Do you have any regrets?” You ask, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.

Sans let out a breathy chuckle, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. His eye lights flicker over towards you, and you see their shape morph into hearts.

“sweetheart, i went through multiple resets, lived in multiple timelines, and fought like hell against fate to keep ya by my side. if i had to do it all over again, i would in a heartbeat.”

THE END.