#ut sans x uf sans

[randomlazystuff]

Agh! Finally im done!!

Im honestly not very happy with the finished product but whatever, i cant change it cause its already quite dificult to do it.

Buh bye!

[ibeta]

Fight Against the Kustard Plot Bunnies

Me: Okay, so I wrote in the thing that I mentioned (TJOS 13)—

Brain: Wait, why is the other one on top of the modified list

Me: —and of course I swear I put in at least 1k words in that thing—

Brain: It's been edited three minutes ago

Me: —there's details and stuff and there are people that might fight—

Brain: Oh god, that's not the thing, right? The thing is second on the modified list.

Me: *sobbing* —there are at least three characters in it. Someone's about to be slapped around with a bone, okay?

Brain: The first one... click it. Click it open. What the hell did you put in it?

Me: *crying noises as I click it open* This one has a red-eyed skeleton waking up from healing, and he sees an angel skeleton above him, and he's in love. The angel is so pretty and cute and adorable. He wants to marry the angel, okay, but he's too weak right now.

Brain: Why are you like this (≖_≖)

Me: _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_ Kustard Plot Bunny was too sweet.

[centipedelightning]

Hi there I was wondering how you think the skeleboys (especially the papyrus's) would fel about a really tall S/O like I'm talking like just a little under 8 feet tall (they could be a monster if that helps). Established romantic relationship.

(Underfell, undertale, underswap plus dealers' choice again if you want :D)

PS: Love your work. You're totally underrated

skdjgdskj This is so fun. and thank you!! I'm glad you like my stuff!! tbh I think I'm average rated when you consider the fact that I never fucking post dkfghkg. I don't want to talk about how old this request is...

| UT/UF/US x Super Tall!gn!Reader || Romantic || fluff |

Sans

Listen

He's already a pretty short guy.

So he's used to being towered over.

But eight feet?? Yeah, you aren't getting away with it.

Sans is standing on Everything to be at eye level with you.

Everything.

I hope you like being big spoon because that is what you will be for the rest of forever.

Damn near every time he wants to kiss you, he will make a joke about climbing a tree/mountain/skyscraper.

The only way to shut him up is to lean down and kiss him. Please do he's not afraid to reuse old material and that's when it gets super painful to listen to.

The lazybones is never going to reach for anything again. Ever.

Papyrus

He's already used to being shorter than a number of other Monsters, so he doesn't think too much of it.

If you were a human he would make a surprised comment about how he didn't know humans could get so tall, but that would be the extent of it.

He actually likes when you have to lean down to kiss him. It makes him fluttery because he is the one that usually has to stoop down.

He loves dancing around with you! For similar reasons to the kissing thing, he's usually the one to lead because he's usually taller, so your relationship is a welcome change.

If you ever dare to rest your arm on his head or noogie him he will a) complain loudly and b) go apologize to Sans because he's "NEVER REALIZED THE STRUGGLES OF BEING SO SHORT".

Red

This guy has a complex okay.

Instead of joking with your height, he'll joke against it.

i.e. he will do whatever he can to jokingly treat you like you are short.

If you are sitting down anywhere, Red is gonna drag a stool or chair over, get up on it, and joke about you being short.

Don't you dare hit your head on a doorframe you will never hear the end of it.

Shameless in just dragging you down to his level when he wants a kiss.

You two can go to bed in any cuddling position you want, you're more than likely going to wake up with Red koala bear-ed to your side.

Good luck getting out of there by the way; his grip strength is surprisingly intense.

Edge

In a similar vein to Papyrus, Edge is used to people being taller than him. He's just also whiny about it.

He'll try to "prove himself" in every little way he can regardless of how annoying it might be. Tall shelf? Prepare to get shoved out of the way so Edge can get it for you despite the fact that you are significantly taller.

He won't say it but he does appreciate not needing to hunch over to talk to people.

He will say that he doesn't like looking up so far. He'll say it constantly.

Lovesss clothing shopping with you. The man has taste and money. You will never struggle for well-fitted, good-looking clothes.

He has his besties at the tailors that will soon become your besties as well. The hottest power couple ever truly.

Dogamy and Dogaressa look out.

Blue

So fine. So, so fine.

On his best behaviour really!

Blue pulls the same "prove he's capable by doing tall things for you" shtick Edge does but he's completely unaware he's doing it.

If you say you're gonna get up and get a glass of water, he's already in the kitchen telling you he's got it. Not a setup if you're more lazily-inclined.

Do you treasure your teeth? I hope not.

He will jump up to kiss you and by god can that man put some oomph into a jump.

If he starts looking at you with a suspicious glint in his eyelight do yourself a favour and just lean down.

Stretch

Little spoons. That's his number one activity with you.

Due to his height, Stretch can't usually be the person who gets cuddled vs. does the cuddling so you are very exciting for him.

Love love loves rotting on the couch with you.

If you're a human, his favorite spot is to lay on your chest and doze while listening to your heartbeat.

If you're a Monster, it's more in the center of your sternum to listen to the magical buzz of your soul.

You will experience more pranks than you think you can bear. You know the plastic wrap across a doorframe prank? Yeah.

You have been lured into a false sense of confidence because if Stretch is tall, he wouldn't possibly pull that kind of bullshit on you right? He would have to trip his own trap right?

Don't underestimate Monster building codes. Those doorways are Tall. He has room.

After a certain point, you learn to just duck through every doorway.

It doesn't help.

[starshapedspider]

do not fall into a homoerotic relationship with yourself that dude will kill your wife and kid!!!

[fantasblog]

What just I making this fanchild of sans x reigen and also fell version of himself...😭🤸💥

Undertale sans-toby fox

Reigen from mob psycho 100-one

Uf!sans and uf!reigen-underfell

[msmsmsam-ut]

Some character doodles that I’m probably gonna revise one day for a comic version of @llamagoddessofficial’s SansxReader fic Aggre(g/v)ation 💚

It’s SUCH a good read!! Please do yourself a favor and give it a look!!

These are very old designs tho so a revision is definitely needed AGDJDJD

[callmemeelah]

I can see how many fingers are you holding up. [S/O with glasses.]

: ̗̀➛ A/N : You know what's funny? Classes are about to start, and i just got motivation, lovely.

: ̗̀➛ Pairing[s] : Main 6 x S/O (Separately) [Undertale, Underswap, Underfell.]

: ̗̀➛ Format : Headcannon

: ̗̀➛ TW/CW : tiny weeny bitsy little bit of cursing

: ̗̀➛ Word Count : 461 words.

Ut Sans

He would think they're pretty neat ! [He's doing the fingers thing, absolutely.]

If your eyesight is very badly he would put them on the kitchen table just to see you looking around confusingly [he would stop if you got hurt tho.]

If it isn't that bad he would always remind you to keep them on, because he doesn't want you to end with a worse eyeslight.

Overall, a pretty chill dude about it, sometimes an asshole [in a lovingly way [mostly] ]

Ut Papyrus

He would think you're smart, because the only people he know with glasses are Toriel and Alphys and..they're smart.

He would ask you shit like, "WHAT'S THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL?" or ask your help with puzzles.

No but really he would think you're so incredibly smart, imagine his face when you do something stupid.

His hopes for your wisdom shattered.

Us Sans

He would also think you're smart, but not like Papyrus, he would think you maybe read a lot or something?? [No blue it's because of the damn phone.]

But still, he won't ask any life changing questions, just the usual like "HOW DO YOU TURN THE STOVE OFF?" or "HOW DO YOU STOP A FIRE?" or "HOW DO YOU CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS?"

He would also always clean your glasses......and end up staining them with his dirty gloves.....it's the tought that counts.

And he would also remind you were they are, because he loves you but he won't love you more with a bruise in your head, don't worry.

Us Papyrus

Oh, ok.

He just, doesn't really care ????

It's a part of you so he loves it but like, it's just glasses.

He would clean them if they were very dirty, and scold you for walking around with them like that. [S/O you can't see already, and with this much dirt in your glasses you can't even see at all!]

Overall he wouldn't really care much ? Just, acknowledge it.

Uf sans

"How many fingers am i holding up??" *middle finger.*

He will steal your glasses and he WILL not tell you were they are.

Fucking dipshit.

Will laugh if you bump into something.

[If you got actually hurt he will worry tho...if it's just a scratch he will laugh.]

Probably accidentally broke them once...or twice.

He payed them tho! [He got you red frames, forcefully.]

Overall: asshole [lovingly.]

Us papyrus

He thinks you are weaker because you have bad eyesight, so he always stays by your side "just in case" [he worries you'll end up losing them and get lost.]

He kind off likes them? He likes square shaped ones. ["THEY MAKE YOU LOOK SMARTER."]

Will definitely love is you get red frames because now you're matching with his scarf [he will NOT tell you that.]

Overall..pretty nice, but still a bit of an asshole.

© Callmemeelah. Do not repost, steal, or translate the content that i make.

[flowerscentedartist]

Classic's phone starts ringing

Red, looking to see who's calling: Lmao, you still call your dad "daddy"?

Classic, answering the phone and making direct eye contact with Red: Blue, what's up.

Red, chokes on drink

[asteroiidx]

caught in the (snuggling) act

also, I'm contemplating how I draw sans rn since I've looked at @/ scrambledmeggys blog ?!?!?! IT'S JUST SO GOOD?!?! I don't know what fits with my MAIN drawing style since the skeleboys just look so out of place. OH WELL!! I'll figure it out soon!!

[lazyjadeart]

Can’t stop thinking about domestic Mafia Kustard…. Oh yes I can see it now….. Mafiafell Red beating up and killing rival gang members and coming home exhausted and covered in blood. He is greeted by his lazy househusband Sans who did nothing all day but hang out at his brothers house like he usually does. Sans refuses to give him a kiss kiss before he washes up, so he goes to the bathroom to do just that while Sans orders takeout/reheats food that his brother sent him home with. They laze on the couch watching science documentaries and or stand-up comedies and then they go to bed, kissing eachother goodnight while cuddling and talking to eachother till they go to sleep…….and if theirs kids involved?? (They have their own babybones and or adopt Frisk) oh boy……..OH BOY-

[randomlazystuff]

Jello jello!

CA's here!

This two have been rotting my mind this year!

Unhinged bordeline insane Classic Sans who has'nt forgive Frisk for what they did and just Red being an Asshole.

So this is a fan art for Catsita work on Ao3 "Smoke in the mirror"

So that's it.

Buh byee!!

[missmoonysweetluna]

NSFW REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN!!

Please do not interact with or submit NSFW posts if you are under 18.

[centipedelightning]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a skeleboys x reader whose gut reaction when the get spooked is to sort of pull their boy back to them not caus they don't trust him their just used to being a protector.

(I request undertale and underfell plus dealers choice :D)

Thanks love your stuff by the way

Waaaa how cute! Ugh I love dealers choice it just means I can write my pookies (today that means the swapfell bros). Yk I always feel bad bc I feel like I write too little. I am used to writing research papers where I just get to the point so creative writing is so painful.

| Ut/Uf/Sf Skelebros x protective reader || super vaguely romantic for a few || fluffy |

Cw/Tw: None

Sans

He’s blushing

I imagine this would be the kind of situation where you two were near some people that got in a physical altercation and you pulled him back. That kind of unconscious instinct both surprises and Greatly flatters him.

He’ll go all wide-socketed and just look at you like you’ve grown extra eyes.

Once the y’all are away from whatever situation spooked you, he’ll start making little jokes non-stop. It’s terrible.

“what was that?” “Wdym what was that?” “were you trying to protect me??” “Tf are you talking about??” “you need a new nickname. i didn’t realize you’re such a guard dog.” “Sans what are you talking about”

Sans tries to keep the energy equal in a relationship. Not one-to-one type of stuff where if you do one chore one day he’ll do it the next, as much as if you put in a lot of work he’ll try to treat you or do something that shows that he knows you did it and appreciates it. So now that he knows you’ll jump to his defense at the drop of a hat, he makes it his mission to Not let you do that. He is flattered of course but he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

In smaller situations where you just got spooked by something he’ll try to calm you down with jokes and puns.

Papyrus

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING AND AND AND

He’s so flattered he’s just a mess.

Papyrus is the type of person that will jump to anyone’s defense immediately, so you reciprocating the energy means everything to him.

He doesn’t spook very easy, so you’ll probably be the jumpier person. No matter what gets you, big or small, you just randomly pulling him behind you has him blushing hard enough to glow.

Emotional bioluminescence never works in a skeleton’s favor.

I fear that you don’t realize what you brought onto yourself though.

If you weren’t already, Papyrus is staying up planning you an incredibly detailed workout plan to make sure you are capable in combat.

“YOU SHOULD BE PREPARED TO FIGHT IF YOU ARE SO DESPERATE TO DEFEND MY HONOR NYEH-HEH-HEH”

The finalized workout regimen is planned exactly to your physical limitations. Almost to a concerning degree… did he do a secret medical exam or something??

No for the record, but he wouldn’t say no matter what the answer.

Red

Red is pretty jumpy himself so his hackles are already raised as he is trying to drag you behind him, but You dragged him back first??? You want to protect Him???

Swoon

He’s swooning

He still wins this nonexistent battle for the right to protect the other, so he manages to get you close to him. Sorry not sorry but Red’s protective instincts are hard to match, let alone beat.

If the situation was severe enough that you two would need to leave, once y’all do he’s all over you. Laughing and joking about how you’re trying to play guard dog.

He does try to check in a make sure you know you can depend on him yada yada. Please reassure him that you know and whatnot.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you or feels insecure of course—hell one of his many types is strong and forthcoming—he is just also used to being the protector and wants to make sure you don’t burden yourself.

Edge

Utterly flabbergasted.

That’s all.

Confused even

Situationally you have two options: either you startled at something he also recognizes as a “threat” or you jump at something that just happened to scare you. Both of these options end with him looking at you like you are some combination of a deity and an oddly shaped cat. Confusion, wonder, adoration, a touch of horror—you get the picture.

More specifically, for the smaller option he will just straight up ask you wtf, but for the “big threat” option he gloats. Loudly.

He is about to get very loud.

Imagine something along the lines of “NYAHAHA YES FEAR ME AND MY HUMAN HAHAHA”

Edge is a skeleton that loves his theatrics what can I say.

You will also be put through a training regimen btw. It’s about the same as Papyrus’ just with more sparring. You did this to yourself.

Indigo

I’m so sorry but Indi picks fights.

He does

He’s shameless

Maybe you can try to physically pull him away from needling randos? Then again you jumping to his defense might just make him more confident and Worse.

You won’t get a workout regimen out of this guy though! Little victories.

for literally any other time where something just makes you jump and you grab him instinctually, he’ll play into it. You should tell him as soon as you can if that’s something you don’t want.

But he will dramatically jump into a fighting stance the second you start to tug him towards you.

He is always ready to defend his human’s honor.

Cash

He let’s you drag him back with very little resistance.

In all honesty he finds you jumping to his safety quite amusing, especially if it was from something small that just happened to make you jump and grab him with you.

If there’s ever a situation where you aren’t in immediate danger but near some (like some strangers getting into an altercation) Cash will absolutely allow you to do whatever you want.

He’s never gonna let either of y’all get into real danger, so as long as that doesn’t happen you are free to your instincts to try and protect him.

Hell, you might not even need to grab him with how much he loves to touch or hang off you. No sense of personal space truly.

[ibeta]

Where Have You Been?

I'm stuck in a Kustard Plot Bunny Hell, they've been breeding like rabbits. Here's one I've shared to a sweetheart:

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Draft: Blue Star Sans and Octopearl Red

“hey, red,” he whispers to the ocean air, “i... brought you bright stones.”

Things that Red loves—loved. He throws the sealed box of stones overboard, watching it sink beneath the waves.

When it disappears, he stays standing there, in a daze.

“where are you now, red?” he asks the waters.

He remembers how he first met Red – the ocean-enthusiast had been swimming in the water, naked, and he hadn’t allowed Sans close because he’d been embarrassed to be found out by someone. Red had stayed in the water and Sans had stayed on his boat, talking about everything and nothing. Sans had told him of the stars in the sky, and Red had told him about the wonders of the ocean.

“red, have you ever wished upon a star?”

Back then, even before meeting Red, he’d found a pearlescent red bone attack by the shore. He’d only taken his boat out to look for other ones. After meeting Red, Sans had suspected that he’d made the construct. Red had admitted to it, saying he’d been training his magic and forgot it on the shore.

“red... do you know that blue stars burn the hottest?”

It had Sans desiring more of Red’s magic. The beautiful sheen of the bones had been a sight to behold, so wondrous. He’d taken to calling Red a pearl of the ocean, and managed to fluster the skeleton monster enough that Red had swam away from his boat.

“red, do you know that meteors are sometimes called falling stars?”

Where Red had gone, Sans hadn’t known. But underneath Sans’ clothes, his power had formed a skeleton form similar to Red’s, without the sharp teeth and the fractures. A cheeky grin, softer features, different eyelights.

“red, do you know that it’s not safe for life to live next to a blue star?”

Some time later, he’d revealed himself as a skeleton monster, like Red, to the public. As a... known astrophysicist, most had already expected that he was a monster, but a skeleton had been news.

“red... blue stars have too much radiation, you’d hate it.”

Red had been surprised and ecstatic. Sans had no regrets after seeing Red’s eyelights widen as he took in Sans’ form – after all, his soul had already been taken in by Red’s pretty magic. Sans... fell in love with a monster that loves the ocean.

“it’s a good thing your blue star isn’t so simple, red. but... your star is so useless.”

Red loves the ocean so much, that he also died in it.

“you kissed me, red.”

Sans’ gaze locks onto the vast ocean before him. The tears fall from his sockets, without restraint. Red isn’t here, he won’t see Sans cry, so it doesn’t matter if they fall. His tears would just add more life into the waters that Red loves—loved—so much.

He leans over the railing of the large boat, and his glass pendant clicks with the metal. He wonders if Red’s stardust has explored the ocean, if it’s travelled farther than Red has—had.

His opens his mouth again. “you kissed me, red, and then i... lost you.” His whisper shakes in the air.

Red always has—had—heard Sans, even if he mumbled his replies in the quietest of voices. He wonders if Red knows how much Sans loves him. He wonders if his voice will reach Red’s stardust.

“red—” his voice breaks, and he stifles a sob “—red, i... i... dream of you, like i always do.”

Sans gasps for air he doesn’t need, for magic that he doesn’t use, for a world he doesn’t want, because Red’s not in it, not anymore.

“you kissed me, red,” he repeats, and his soul aches with pain, “and i kissed you back... because... the look in your face, back then, it was—”

Terrifying, he doesn’t say. Because Red had looked so devastated, like he knew... like Red knew he—

“it always feels like a dream, now...” he murmurs quietly. “was it all in my fantasy?” The kiss that had stolen his breath, his mind, his soul... again and again and again, he keeps losing Red in his dreams.

Red had saved the marine laboratory’s critical data and the various creatures trapped in it, but...

Sans clenches a hand around the glass bottle pendant. The red pearl in it shifts inside the water, so similar to Red’s magic. He brings it to his mouth for a kiss, and holds it to his teeth.

“my red moon,” he whispers, reverently, the name he’s never told Red, hoping Red’s stardust hears him, “have you found your atlantis in the ocean?”

Sans misses the sound of Red complaining to him about humans making a mess of the ocean, how the world had become too hot to swim in the shallows. He hopes Red’s stardust has arrived at the mythological Atlantis, the place that Red had wanted to visit. Maybe it’ll have the perfect temperature for Red to swim in.

“have you... reached the places you want to protect?” Sans murmurs to his pearl, the only thing he has left of Red.

It was a beloved red pearl that Red had given him, while stuttering about it being a gift for Sans’ help in gathering some dinner clams.

Sans misses the way Red would tackle him when he visited the marine labs. All that was left of the place was a broken shell that Red had tried to save before he... he... died. Sans had bought the wreckage in his grief, keeping Red’s room even if it was half in the ocean.

Sans caresses the glass bottle with his trembling fingers. He wishes it is Red’s hand that he is holding.

“red,” he breathes out, his voice shaking, “red, my moon, do you love me? do you dream of me? do you... know... that i – that i—”

Sans misses the way Red would hold his stare as he talked about the stars, about the night sky and about the red, pearlescent moon that had been newly sighted by Sans’ observatory. Red had always been intense with his gaze, but Sans hadn’t minded it. He’d enjoyed Red’s gaze on him, all the time. Red had called him a star, and he hadn’t even... known yet.

He wants to hear Red whisper his name, to hold his hand, to give him another kiss.

“i love you, red,” he whispers to the pearl, and his tears fall onto the glass. “i love you so much that... i’ve made a red moon with your shade of magic.”

Sans closes his sockets. Red is gone. Stardust. He... can’t let go. He can’t—

“were you only imaginary?” he asks, though he knows the answer, “or maybe... a dream i can never have?”

Red’s beloved ocean had taken Red from him, an accident that killed his red moon too fast, too soon. Sans hasn’t told Red that he loves him, hasn’t told Red about his stars or his worlds or the planets full of ocean water.

He hasn’t even seen Red’s stardust, because the ocean had wiped whatever existence Red had left in this world.

“...red,” he breathes, because he’ll cry more tears and let it join Red’s stardust, so he won’t feel alone. “red, stars are... very loving.”

There are stars in the sky, so bright and lovely. They all know from Sans that Red is gone. They twinkle at him, at his sadness. They can’t see how much Sans aches, they can’t see how much Sans hurts. Sans is too bright, they can only know what he wants them to know.

“red, my moon... my love—” Sans says quietly, hoping so much, wanting so much. “the stars miss you. this star misses you.”

The ocean doesn’t answer back, not even the wreckage of the marine lab floating beside his boat. He hears nothing but wind and wave, feels nothing but the shifting of his boat under his feet.

“your star misses you,” Sans aches as he says it. “your star loves you. your star will always love you, red.”

Because Sans also loves the ocean, now, since Red’s stardust is in it. Because stars are loving, and Red has stolen a star from the sky to place in his soul.

Since Red loves this ocean, from this world...

Sans drops the glass bottle, letting it hang close above his sternum. He turns around, walking slowly towards the cabins, loosening the tie  around his neck.

A shimmer of light comes from above. He stops, and looks up. He sees the night sky, the meteor shower exposed under his gaze. Beyond it, there are many stars and worlds and rocks in empty space. But far more near, dark clouds are rolling, and he can see the storm coming towards him.

Sans sharply drags his tie off, tossing it over the railing. He unbuttons his waistcoat and it follows after the tie. He keeps his gaze at the stars above him, where the dark clouds have yet to touch.

“red, do you know that stars can grant wishes?” he asks, closing his sockets. He imagines Red kissing him again, gripping his face so close like he’s trying to imprint Sans into his soul.

Oh, his love. His red pearl, his red moon, his everything... Red’s cooler magic, like a balm of peace. Red’s love, setting fire to his soul. Red, who whispered his wishes to him...

“red...” Sans opens his sockets and grips his pendant. “red, do you know that stars will keep their lover’s wishes close to their core, so they’d never have to be without them?”

Sans kicks off his shoes, and it slides off the deck and into the water.

“my red moon... i am your star, and you don’t even know it.” Sans’ words are whipped away by the winds. It almost feels like Red is with him, as the cool air becomes stronger. “the ocean you love, i will love it too... the places you want to find, i will find it... the things you want to keep safe, i will protect it... for you, i will keep this ocean close.”

He turns around and runs for the railing, jumping over it. As he’s dragged under the strong waves, he pulls out his soul. The darkness surrounding him fades under his bright light. The round shape of his soul shines brilliantly under his palms as he covers it, pressing hard, trying to crush it into stardust.

The water seems to rush over him, and he feels his delicate bones crack as he keeps sinking, the ocean pulling him deeper and deeper. He feels his power surrounding his precious pendant, swirling around him to push away debris and marine animals that dared to come close. His soul takes note of the life under the sea, of the structures, of the way it moves and breaks. Sans’ conscious mind starts to fade as his soul rushes to carve away the ocean of this world.

He’ll bring this ocean to his core, he’ll keep it safe, he—

As Sans’ legs fade from under him, he sees a mirage of Red swimming after him, red eyelights glowing in the dark. Red looks so beautiful under the light of Sans’ core that the pressure he’s putting on his soul stops for a moment as he stares.

“you are radiant,” his soul echoes reverently in the water, as Sans keeps his blurry eyelights on Red’s desperate expression. Stars, even under the ocean, Red looks so... luminous. “red... to see you as i go...”

Red’s eyelights widen, pulsing with magic, and he’s scratching his chipped fingers against the wall that separates him from Sans. Dark tentacles with luminescent red spots keep slamming onto the wall, but it fails to break through. Sans feels compassion and allows the mirage into his space. He doesn’t want this sea-creature Red to hurt his claws and his tentacles—

Red the mirage parts his sharp teeth, yelling, “sans, don’t—!”

How—

The soul in his hands abruptly suspends him in place, and the ocean stops pulling at him. Sans’ soul slams back into him and he chokes as water floods inside his of his mouth. He claws at his throat, pushing away the saltwater with his power.

Then he sees Red’s tentacles wrap around his wrist, gripping it tightly.

Sans stares with wide sockets as the... half-skeleton hallucination reaches out for him, grabbing him close and kissing him.

Red’s cool magic rapidly floods into him, helping push the water out of his body. It’s achingly familiar, it’s been missed, it’s been desired and wanted and... and—

It’s Red. Oh stars, it’s him, it’s him, it’s him...! Sans releases a sob into the kiss, taking in Red’s magic, Red’s touch, Red’s tearful cursing. Oh stars, it’s Red. It’s his moon, his pearl, his everything.

Sans cries out as his soul recovers its shell, shuddering in Red’s tight embrace as he feels the pressure of the water change rapidly, upward and upward.

When they breach the stormy surface, Sans gasps and crushes his mouth against Red’s, sobbing. He can’t let go – he can’t, he can’t, he can’t. Sans won’t survive if this is a dream or a fantasy or a mirage, he can’t.

Red grips him just as tightly around the waist and then releases the tentacles on Sans wrists. Sans fumbles as he wraps his arms around Red’s neck, pushing his teeth against Red’s fangs, pressing their sternums close and whispering pleas with his kisses. The raindrops slide off their skulls and off their chin, and they just keep kissing.

“sans – sans, oh god, i almost lost you,” Red groans against his teeth. And, oh. Sans hears him, Sans can feel him, he can taste Red’s magic, Red’s worry, Red’s care. “oh god, you lost your legs – oh god, i broke you everywhere, starshine. i... shit, shit, shit—”

“please, don’t leave me...” Sans pleads, brushing their teeth together, feeling the raindrops and the cushion of Red’s cool magic. “don’t leave me... i can’t breathe, red – don’t wake me up – i want to stay with you – i can’t breathe in this world without you.”

“oh god...” Red’s voice breaks, and Sans tastes the tears of magic from Red. “sans, they took me away and now you’re hurt so bad –” Sans digs his fingers on Red’s naked shoulders “– i should’ve killed them, i shouldn’t have waited, i should’ve dusted everyone that stopped me from coming home.”

Oh, his moon. Oh, stars.

“i love you,” Sans says, desperation ringing in his voice. Red is his home, too. Sans loves him so much, wants him so much, hopes for his wishes to come true. “i love you, red. i love y—”

“i love you so much,” Red cuts him off, pulling away to look a him. Sans feels the magic Red curls around his shoulders, and he feels the tentacles wrap around his faded legs. “i love you. it was – i heard what you said – i had a bad feeling, so i fooled one of the guards to bring me to you and i—oh god, sans, i saw you jump, i thought – you always asked me if skeletons would sink fast and then you were glowing and then the guard was blasted away, and i was still okay so i swam to you, but something was blocking me and your legs, sans, they’re gone—!”

Sans crushes them together in a tight embrace, pulsing his soul, singing his power over Red’s bones. Red embraces him just as tightly, yet carefully.

“stay with me,” Sans breathes into Red’s neck. He doesn’t want to separate from Red. He can’t. He won’t. “or, i can stay with you. i...”

“i’m never leaving you willingly,” Red swears to him. Sans believes the conviction in Red’s broken voice. “never. i can’t – you’re my goddamned mate, i chose you –” Sans shudders, moaning into Red’s neck when Red growls the words at the side of his skull “– i was going to tell you about how much i loved you, about what i was and how i worked, but after i went under the lab, they found me. they ruined the lab because i was on the surface.”

Sans keeps him close as he whispers, “if they take you away –”

“i’ll kill them,” Red snarls, and Sans feels Red’s magic thrum with danger and violence and rage. “i’ll spread their dust in the ocean.”

Sans pulls his head away from Red’s neck, and Red adjusts his hold. Red’s intense gaze is trained on him, like he’s afraid that Sans will disappear from his hold if he blinks. His tentacles have made their home around him, securing Sans in their grip.

Sans opens his mouth and says, “okay.” Because he’ll help Red spread their ashes on the land and sky, too.

Red’s face gentles into relief, but the tears are still there. “sans... you’re hurt so bad.” Red’s voice sounds weak, Sans could feel the guilt in Red’s magic.

“it’ll fix itself,” Sans brushes it off, placing his hands on Red’s cheekbones. “do i... need to be like you to be your mate?”

Red’s eyelights widen, and some of the rain falls into his socket. “i... n-no, i,” Red flushes with magic, saying, “y-you don’t need to be a mer. a-are you okay with me? l-looking like this, i... i haven’t asked—”

Sans traces his fingers on Red’s sharp teeth, and then down his neck, tracing the small fractures of Red’s clavicle. He feels Red shudder under his touch, so Sans leans close to kiss him.

“you are perfect,” Sans whispers against Red’s teeth. “you are the most resplendent monster i have ever seen. you are luminous underwater, so radiant. you are so strong, keeping us afloat a stormy sea, and your hold makes me feel—” Sans lifts the tip of the closest tentacle to his mouth, placing a kiss on it “—safe.”

Red’s magic is wildly glowing, and bright red spots light up across his tentacles. Sans relaxes in his hold, and caresses the appendage nearest to him, tracing the glowing red spots of magic.

“...sans,” Red breathes, and Sans receives a soft, magic kiss on his cheek. Red’s magic whispers of a kind of hunger, of restraint. “y-you can’t just say that when you’re all broken up and i’m so goddamned scared i’d break you by accident. i’m holding you like this because the storm’s been making bad waves that might break you.”

Oh. Sans blinks, and then looks up at the clouds above them. The comfort of Red’s firm hold on Sans calms him, but Red feels threatened by this storm. If he can make it disappear...

Sans frowns, and then lifts up his left hand while his right hand kept brushing a tentacle. He sends out a pulse of his power, the most gentle wide-ranged magic he knows. Sans won’t let a storm scare his precious pearl.

The storm clouds scatter away, rapidly. The wind dies out, and the waves ever so slowly calms down. The rain stops dropping on his skull.

Better.

“holy shit,” Red whispers shakily, “what the fuck."

Sans looks back at Red, who is looking at the clear sky with wide sockets. Sans leans over and kisses him, brushing against Red’s magic, sighing softly when Red kisses back with a broken moan.

Red’s fingers trace shapes on the back of Sans’ skull, and a tongue laves at his teeth, parting his mouth. Sans copies its structure and his arms hastily return its hold around Red’s neck as he starts feeling lightheaded and weak. Red’s cool magic feels like it’s desperately trying to heal him and steal his soul at the same time.

Sans returns his every touch, feels his power thrumming under his rib, feels his core heat up like it's about to burst and—

Red groans and pulls away,  “shit, sans, i – i can feel you, and it’s so... oh... fuck, it’s... hot.”

“am i burning you?” Sans asks before he thinks, and then he realises that no, Red feels his desire, not burning. His power runs hotter than Red’s. It’s so different from monster magic, but he can adapt. “i can—”

“YOU ASSHOLE, WE HAD A DEAL!”

The interruption breaks Sans’ power calculations, and he sees Red’s face twist into a dark, heavy glower as he looks away from him. Sans looks over to where the sound came from and sees another monster in the water, a strange monster that looked more of a sea creature than Red. She has a dark red hair, bluish skin and sharp yellow teeth. She holds a glowing spear made of magic in her hands, wearing an angry snarl on her face.

“fuck off, undyne,” Red hisses, and Sans pays attention when Red’s magic sparks more magic into his limbs. The tentacles around him are glowing more brightly, with a strange pattern that seems to make it look more threatening. Sans places his hands back on them, bracing for danger. “you didn’t keep your end of the deal either, so we’re fucking even.”

Undyne doesn’t seem to take that as an apology. Instead, her mouth twists into a smirk and her smug expression seems deliberate.

“NO, WE’RE NOT!” she shouts at them. She laughs loudly, and Red is tensing under Sans’ hands. Sans tenses with him, but keeps his teeth shut as his core rotates rapidly inside him.

“is she a threat?” Sans asks in a low voice, keeping his eyes on the spear in her hand. He already has a copy of the spear’s resonance. He’ll kill her if she makes one wrong move.

“i can handle her.” Red shifts him close, and the tentacles loosen its hold as if he’s preparing for battle. “but if she’s brought the others... shit, we’re gonna be too outnumbered.”

Sans narrows his sockets at the undine. He will simply have to outnumber them, then.

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Inspired by that Faded (Restrung) song. Ideas: Red uses the pearl on Sans to hear his mumbling. Sans tries to mimic Red's mannerisms so he can woo him better. Except it's getting obvious his speech pattern is different and he's a lot more than what he seems and... yep. Red digs it. Sans - a literal star with a form. He can copy things if he tries hard enough. Red - a clever half-skeleton and half-somanylimbs. He also has a two-legged shape. It's magical. Edits? What is a proofreader? I do it all and suffer. I need to learn to write more, it's been a loooong time.

[chasmverse-quotes]

Killer: Well well well, look what the cat dragged in! Ink: For the last fucking time, I am not a cat!

[noffy96]

Kustard Mer / Can't stay Art

Made a drawing based on my own fanfiction Can't stay

I had a lot of fun making this, even if drawing mermaids is really hard.