Fransweek 2022, Day 6: Favourite Trope
As Frisk slowly drifted back into consciousness, she realised three things. One, she was sitting upright in a chair. Two, she was securely strapped to said chair. And three, she was not alone.
With a sigh of mild exasperation, she turned towards the other presence in the dark room.
“Sans, what is it this time?”
The monster in question beamed brightly at her, a doting, lovesick expression on his face, his cheeks tinted blue and his eyelights little blue hearts, faintly tinged purple.
“MWEH HEH HEH! I’M GLAD YOU’RE FINALLY AWAKE, MY LOVE, I MISSED LOOKING INTO YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES,” Sans gushed happily.
Frisk levelled a flat look at him, her now crimson eyes narrowed in irritation. Sensing her obvious impatience, Sans cleared his non-existent throat.
“I’VE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO KEEP YOU SAFE FROM ALL OF THOSE DESPICABLE INTERLOPERS SEEKING TO TEAR US APART!”
Frisk looked distinctly unimpressed at his explanation.
“This is about that waitress yesterday, isn’t it?” she guessed.
Sans bristled in anger at the mention, his expression full of outraged loathing. Frisk sighed again, looking mildly annoyed at this entire situation.
“Sans, we’ve been over this, you bonehead,” she said, her tone as dry as her expression. “She only flirted with me as part of her job. All serving staff are trained to be affable and flirt with customers, to sucker them into tipping them better. She wasn’t serious or anything. There’s absolutely no need to feel threatened.”
Sans wasn’t appeased in the slightest by her words. He clenched his gloved fists, and grit his teeth as his eyelights narrowed in aggravation.
“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT FOR SURE! I SAW THE LOOK ON HER FACE. THE DESIRE. SHE HARBOURED INAPROPRIATE FEELINGS FOR YOU. I’M CERTAIN SHE HAD ROMANTIC DESIGNS ON YOU! AND THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE, YOU ARE MY SOULMATE! I’VE WAITED FOR YOU MY ENTIRE LIFE. AND NOW THAT I’VE FOUND YOU, NOW THAT WE’RE FINALLY TOGETHER, I WON’T ALLOW ANYONE ELSE TO TAKE YOU FROM ME. I’LL KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES.”
He growled threateningly at that last part, his eye sockets dark and empty. Frisk sniffed dispassionately, her face impassive, utterly unconcerned by her boyfriend’s indignation or his dark vow.
“No one’s going to take me away from you, my silly mate,” she huffed, her tone betraying her annoyance. “You said so yourself, we’re soulmates. Two people tied together by fate, destined to be the perfect partners. We were literally made for each other.”
Sans crossed his arms, seemingly mollified by her easy acceptance of their relationship, his expression more petulant than murderous, now.
“EXACTLY, BELOVED! YOU AND I ARE BOUND BY FATE ITSELF, AND ALL MONSTERS CHERISH AND RESPECT THAT SACRED BOND. WE’D NEVER FLIRT WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S DESTINED SOULMATE! BUT HUMANS AREN’T AS IN TUNE WITH THEIR SOULS AS WE MONSTERS ARE; YOU CAN’T FEEL THE BOND LIKE WE CAN. SO EVERY TIME A HUMAN TRIES TO GET CLOSE TO YOU, COMPLETELY DISREGARDING OUR PRECIOUS BOND, THEY’RE A THREAT TO OUR HAPPINESS. AND I WON’T TOLERATE ANY THREATS.”
Frisk’s stony expression didn’t budge in the slightest at Sans’s impassioned speech. If she could, she would’ve flicked his forehead. Or stabbed him. Perhaps it was for the best that her arms and hands were tied firmly (but still comfortably) to her chair.
“Sans, my charming, little fool,” Sans quailed slightly at her frosty tone and her neutral face of displeasure. “Do you really think a mere human could ever get between us? Do you honestly believe that I would ever, for a moment, even consider choosing some pathetic, loathsome waste of space of a person, over my loyal, devoted, caring, considerate, excessively affectionate boyfriend?”
Sans all but melted at her words, his ire having completely abandoned him. He smiled delightedly, if a little bashfully, at her, his eyelights back to being enamoured hearts. Frisk ignored his change of mood and continued briskly on.
“If you do, then you’re as much a fool as your idiot brother,” she deadpanned. “And do you know why I will always pick you, over everyone else? It’s not because we’re soulmates, not because of some pre-determined bond I can’t feel. It’s because I love you. Despite everything, I’ve fallen for you, for better or worse. And that love is worth more to me than anything else in the universe. No matter what, I will always choose my love for you. So, regardless of whether or not we’re soulmates, I’ll always be with you. If anything, I’m glad we’re soulmates because it means I can be reasonably certain your own feelings for me won’t waver.”
“NEVER!” Sans rushed to reassure her. “I LOVE YOU TOO, FRISK, AND THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE! I PROMISE! I WILL SWEAR MY UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE WORLD, IF YOU WISH. AND ONCE OUR SOULS ARE PROPERLY BONDED, YOU WILL NEVER BE IN DOUBT OF MY FEELINGS FOR YOU!”
“Stop right there,” Frisk frowned at him. “You are not proposing to me whilst holding me captive, tied to a chair.”
Sans gasped, slapping his gloved hands to his mouth.
“OH NO, OF COURSE NOT! SUCH A MOMENTOUS OCCASION DESERVES ONLY THE MOST ROMANTIC OF CIRCUMSTANCES! I’VE MADE SURE TO PLAN FOR IT EXTREMELY WELL. I AM CERTAIN YOU’LL BE SUITABLY IMPRESSED BY MY EFFORTS. OH WOWZERS, I CAN’T WAIT!”
Frisk’s cold look softened against her will, at her mate’s giddy, excited look, and she failed to suppress the faint smile tugging at her lips. She could never seem to hold onto her icy stoicism in the face of Sans’s genuine and sincere love for her. And his joy was altogether too infectious. Given how difficult it was for her to show her emotions, she’d always, quietly, admired how easily Sans wore his heart on his sleeve. He expressed his feelings so freely, while she could barely muster a smile. No wonder he’d managed to win her heart so quickly, despite her initial resistance. Still, she made an effort to appear unaffected, as she shot him an imperious look.
“YES, MY LOVE?”
“If anyone does try to come between us? I’ll be the one to handle them, got that? We both know that I’m more than capable of, and willing to deal with anyone stupid enough to stand in my way.”
Even while tied down to a chair and unable to move, Frisk’s threatening aura was fiercer and more dangerous than Sans’s had been, as her eyes glowed an ominous red, her dark look promising unspeakable violence on her foes. Sans only sighed lovingly at her, a tender, besotted look on his skull.
“OF COURSE, MY LOVE.”
“Good. Now untie me before I kick your ass.”
“MWEH HEH HEH! ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY DARLING LOVE.”
I don't have a favourite trope, so I picked two that I'm really fond of, in the right circumstances: yanderes, and soulmates. I love yanderes, so long as they'd never actually hurt the object of their affections/obsession, and so long as the latter is either completely, blissfully clueless to the yandere's darker nature, or they're okay with it (or at least, begrudgingly accepting). I also love soulmates, so long as that bond is what brings a couple together, but not what keeps them together. There has to be more to a relationship than mere destiny (even if that's what first made them get together).
So with that, I present to you: Yandere Swap!Sans x Kuudere Swap!Frisk. They're both very different from my normal Underswap Sans and Frisk, so they're practically from a different AU. This Frisk is the least emotive and empathetic of all of my Frisks, and is almost sociopathic. She sees Sans's obsession and possessiveness as a cute quirk, and a minor nuisance at worst, and, quite frankly, she’s a boss bitch who’s more than capable of handling her bonehead. And while Sans may be willing to burn the world down for his beloved (and Frisk wouldn’t even bat an eye, honestly), he would never hurt her.
Honestly, I find these two weirdoes too funny for me to take this seriously, so uh, sorry about the humour 😅
Thank you to @fransweek for the prompts. It's been fun (and stressful) coming up with and writing drabbles for all of them.
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