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keelywolfe · 11 months

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The Bird in the Hand Shouldn't Punch the Gift Horse in the Mouth (baon)

Summary: All Sans wanted was lunch and instead he got the one thing he wasn't looking for: effort. Good thing Red is worth it.

Tags: Kustard, Domestic, Established Relationship, Sans/Underfell Sans, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Background Spicyhoney,

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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All things considered, it was a pretty nice day on the surface world and Sans was sitting outside, working on what was likely his most important decision of the day.

Namely, trying to figure out what he was gonna do about lunch.

When they built the Embassy, it was designed with a large courtyard in the center, an overflowing garden space and lots of pathways and benches. Thanks to Asgore there was always something out there blooming, even in the dead of winter, and no one should ever underestimate the gardening skills of a Boss monster who suddenly had access to a decent fertilizer.

This year the new guy running the cafeteria came up with a plan that on nice days, there would be a food cart set up for anyone who wanted to eat out in the sunshine. For a buncha monsters who’d never even seen the rays a few years ago, much less had a chance to work on their tans, it was a popular lunchtime choice.

So popular that the line was entirely too fucking long and that meant Sans’s two favorite pastimes, laziness and food, were at war with each other. Eh, maybe more like a mild skirmish than a war, closer to a slap fight between two prom queens who’d worn the same dress.

Problem was, if a guy, say, a skeleton guy with impeccable fashion sense and a great sense of humor wanted some of the goodies, waiting in line was a requirement. If you missed out on the queue, you were stuck with whatever leftovers were lingering at the bottom of the bag. That was usually where the health food options hung out with vegetables and sadness; celery was no substitute when a guy was looking for deep fat fry.

Waiting in line vs tasty goodness, it was a dilemma and Sans was sitting on his regular bench as he contemplated the equation. Energy out (waiting in line) vs energy in (delish food) and he was so deep in mathsy logic that he didn’t even notice Red making his creeper way over.

Having a grease-stained paper tray shoved into his lap with a terse, “here,” was one way to derail his thought process. Sans grabbed it automatically before it could tumble down to the ground and raise the cholesterol of the local wildlife.

He looked down at the unexpected gift to see a tray of fries, but wait, not just any fries, fries from Louie's, one of the local extra-greasy spoons. The burgers there were pretty good but the fries, now those were a legit orgasmic experience, and these didn’t look like an exception to the rule. Still so fresh the heat was soaking through both the thin carboard and Sans’s shorts, the ketchup so recently applied it hadn't had time to soak in and make 'em soggy.

They looked fucking delicious, but Sans was always a little wary of unexpected gifts, especially ones that appeared from a certain red-eyed, shark-toothed genie.

Thing was, Louie's was halfway across town, further than either of them could easily, or even with fanatical difficulty, shortcut. Which meant Red was either involved in some sort of bribe/blackmailing incident or he’d managed to break several laws of physics, both of which were a lot of effort for him to put out before lunch.

Hm.

Sans picked up a fry with the same caution as he might disable a greasy bomb, studied the layer of ketchup intently, noting the sprinkle of salt. He ate it and it crunched lightly, gloriously, between his teeth, the golden crust bathed in fatty deliciousness the perfect vessel to contain the soft, mealy innards.

All in all, good shit. Well worth being poisoned if that were on the table.

Now that Sans had accepted his fate, he munched his way through the fries agreeably, ignoring Red when he heaved himself up to sit next to him on the bench. Or at least pretending to ignore him since actually doing it was a fast track to getting behind in the game. No tray of his own, interesting; Red wasn’t actually much of a fry fan, he preferred chili dogs. Sans didn’t have an opinion on Louie’s contribution to that genre, but Red always ordered ‘em there without complaint so they couldn’t be too bad.

What he did have in his possession was a coffee cup and instead of drinking from it, he set it next to Sans’s hip in silent, pointed communication.

Message received. Sans picked up the cup between wolfing down his unexpected and dubiously welcome lunch, and took a wary sip. On his tongue was not the burnt undernotes that was always in Louie’s coffee despite it being brewed almost constantly, a taste that lingered in the mouth hours later, even if a guy dispelled his tongue. No, this was pitch-black nitro blend that was only available in-house at the Beanery on Tuesdays.

Today was Friday. Hm. Another confusing clue in his unanticipated afternoon mystery. If any meddling kids showed up with a big-ass dog, Sans was heading back down to his office.

He was mostly done with his fries when another Monster approached them. Mandy worked upstairs in the administration offices doing fuck only knew what. She was a pretty little bird monster with a colorful crest on her head that popped up whenever she got enthusiastic.

Sans knew this because her enthusiasm extended to a reality TV show called ‘Romance Island Retreat’ and he knew that because she’d seen the button on his hoodie last week for Team Veronica and figured he was a fan, too.

Not that he’d ever seen the damn show, the pin was actually from the Archie’s comic books and he’d gotten it free last time he’d stopped to pick up his monthly stash at the local store, pinned it on without thinking much about it. But he’d never been one to piss on anyone else’s Wheaties, unlike other people who seemed to enjoy it, and he’d let her ramble on about it, nodding in all the right places and injecting predictable bullshit in at appropriate times. Wasn’t too hard, because OMG can you BELIEVE he did that? What an asshole move, right, and-and-and-

It'd been funny enough that he’d read up on the wiki about the show and they’d chatted a couple times since about it. Pierce was an asshole, but he really did hope Veronica made the final cut so he didn’t need to get a new pin.

There’d been a new episode last night and Mandy was probably filled to bursting about it, ready to go over it scene by scene over a little falafel and fries. And here was Red in her seat, studiously not looking at her as she hovered uncertainly by the bench with her lunch tray in wing.

Well, now. This was interesting.

Sans wasn’t much for puzzles, that was Paps’s schtick, but he damn well knew how to slide tab A into slot B. And out and in and out and in, but that wasn’t exactly work-safe, now was it.

Her excitement about last night’s totally-not-at-all scripted emotional rollercoaster didn’t seem able to stand up to Red’s menacing aura and she’d already visibly decided to sit somewhere else when Red said, a touch too loudly, "fuck off."

It would take a hardy soul indeed to make any sort of argument around Red’s version of logic and Mandy promptly fucked off, heading over to the benches on the other side of the oversized peonies bobbing in the breeze.

Sans licked the ketchup off a fry before eating it in two quick bites. "that was rude," he said mildly.

Red grunted. "that was barely on th' rude meter, you wanna see rude, i can give you a fuckin' show."

Yeah, from the side glances the other Monsters were giving them, that was exactly what they were hoping for. Not a single one of them made for the doors, all the assholes who worked here must’ve bought their survival instincts at the same store where Stretch shopped. Sans kept his voice low and even. "save it for broadway. what you can do is apologize."

Red looked at him like he'd suggested an all-night threeway with Jabba the Hut, with that shiny gold robot along to narrate.

Sans only serenely sipped his coffee, heh, say that three times fast. "unless you're looking to spend tonight on edge and stretch's sofa? 'cause we can arrange that, don't even need to make a reservation.”

It took years of practice to be able to look without looking at the skill level Sans had. Actual effort had been put into it and it was oh, so worth it for a glimpse of the seething outrage that practically seeped from Red’s expression.

Might as well raise the stakes. Sans licked his fingers clean then deliberately reached up to fondle the buckle of the collar fastened securely around his cervical vertebrae, lightly tracing the shape of the heart.

Outrage cranked up to something very close to murderous, teetering on the precipice of violence. Sans hooked a finger into the narrow band and pulled the collar taut, the scrape of leather against bone just barely audible.

For an endless moment, they hung right over the edge of the cliff, one foot dangling and the other right on top of the banana peel.

Then Red hopped to his feet, muttering under his breath as he stormed over to Mandy’s bench. If he stomped with any more force he'd be leaving shoeprints in the pathway. Mandy looked wisely concerned at his approach and whatever Red said only made it worse, her already large eyes widening. Sans doubted anyone in the courtyard would notice if Asgore put in a sudden appearance, stark naked and riding a unicycle.

Oh, yeah, this was gonna be all over the Embassy in about two minutes. He gave it about five before Edge called his brother to ask what the fuck he’d done, probably to silently confirm no bodies were laying around in need of a little discreet hiding.

Welp, might as well add Mandy to the list of people who probably weren’t gonna to be stopping by for game night. Huh, what would it be like to have Red spit an apology into your lap on a nice, sunny day over your ham and swiss on rye, hocking a ‘sorry’ right into your face? It was pretty chucklicious from this side of the equation and who said math wasn’t fun?

Not that the apology was really for her, anyway. Sans would have to apologize himself later for accidentally dragging her into their kink parade, she sure hadn’t signed on to walk with the clowns. Something to look forward to, maybe he could get her a Team Veronica t-shirt made up. If she let him get close enough to hand it over, might have to just leave it on her desk.

Apology concluded, Red stomped back and Sans swore he saw the branches on the trees quivering in his wake. He flung himself back on the bench and said nothing, only made a fair attempt at withering a patch of daffodils with his glare.

Sans waited, took a sip of his cooling coffee as he counted to ten and then did it again before he said, very softly, "good boy."

Oh, honey, it was worth a hundred apologies and a thousand t-shirts to see Red’s sockets briefly close as that shiver went through him. Worth so very much more.

"hope you got plenty of sleep last night," Red said through gritted teeth, “’cause tonight you’re gonna be pretty busy singing a fuckin' midnight symphony.” Oh, fuck, yes, there were dark promises in those words, caverns-deep, miles below the surface and ready to crawl out of the depths and make Sans grateful for many layers of bedroom soundproofing.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, there was coffee, silent promises, and french fries, and Sans was more than happy to take another grateful bite.

-finis-

#kustard #sancest #keelywolfe #by any other name

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kustardweek · 8 months

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Hello everyone!! :D

Here are the prompts lists of this year!

Kustard week starts September 3rd and ends September 9th!

There are 2 list, so everyone has more options for each day, you can also combine the prompts for both lists for any of the days (e.g. Bluebeard and the Barbie mugshot for some nice silly art XD).

Follow your heart and enjoy this year's kustardweek! And don't forget to use the tags #kustardweek and #kustardweek2023 when posting your entries. N/sfw entries should be tagged with #kustardweek2023nsfw so they can be safely blocked and so we can find them easier to share in an appropriate way ^_^

The event is made to have fun! It can be sfw and n/sfw, but because we can't moderate everyone's age on Twitter and Tumblr, this account will retweet only sfw works. The discord server will be sfw AND n/sfw (age verification to access n/sfw channels) so any n/sfw works will be shared there.

Links: Twitter and Discord

Prompts in text form under the cut :)

Fairy tales:

DAY1: Beauty and the Beast (* learn about the tale here) DAY2: The Little Mermaid (* learn about the tale here) DAY3: The Emperor’s New Clothes (* learn about the tale here) DAY4: Bluebeard (* learn about the tale here) DAY5: Sleeping Beauty (* learn about the tale here) DAY6: The Snow Queen (* learn about the tale here) DAY7: Little Red Riding Hood (* learn about the tale here)

Absolute randomness:

DAY1: Mafia ("Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.") DAY2: Vacation paradise (Kustard boys in your dream vacation spot) DAY3: Two sentence horror story ("Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera." or pick one you like) DAY4: Meme goodness (The Barbie mugshot or pick one you like) DAY5: Sci-fi (With you i have the whole universe in my hands) DAY6: Anime/manga (Love confession under Sakura trees) DAY7: Song (Create something based on your favourite/main kustard song)

Pick either or both for each day! :D

#kustardweek #kustardweek2023 #kustardweekinfo

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sin-cognito · 7 months

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Kustard week 2023 day 6: the Snow Queen

Wordcount: 1715

~A snowflake fell into the boy’s eye and he stopped seeing good in the world~

@kustardweek

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Sans' breath puffed into the cold evening air as he listened to a voicemail from his best friend.

"you doing anything tonight, sansy?" Red's gruff voice asked in the message. "wanna hang out at my place or something? i uhh... could use some company. got dumped. again."

He had received the call earlier while grocery shopping, but his phone was on silent mode and he hadn't felt it buzz in his pocket. He was only now checking any new message as he was walking the last few steps to his house, when a raspy noise on his left caught his attention.

"sansy? is that you, or are you a motherfucking burglar?" Red drawled as he slouched over the fence that separated their front lawns.

Sans and Red were childhood friends, neighbors since birth and had spent their entire life together. The proximity of their houses added to the fact that they frequented the same schools and often ended up in the same class, meant that they were as close as could be and spent virtually all their time together growing up. Even now they would usually see each other every other day, or at least as often as their jobs allowed them to. Or Red's girlfriends allowed him to, though Sans guessed they wouldn't have to worry about that for the moment.

It would be a lie if Sans pretended not to be jealous of Red and his capacity to get a girl so easily. He just had a thing with flirting, and once he had his eyesockets locked on a victim, it usually only took a few days before Sans would see the edgy skeleton bring her home for a 'good time', as Red liked to say.

Meanwhile Sans couldn't flirt to save his own life, and as a result, he had only known celibacy his entire life. He didn't mind, he was still young and didn't want to rush. Having Red as a best friend and neighbor just made it painfully obvious how late of a bloomer he was.

Of course, it didn't help in finding a partner that he had a massive crush on Red. But as the feelings were one-sided, Sans had never bothered confessing and he was fine with the situation as long as he could still be in Red's life, even as just a friend. Sure, it would be nice if he could find someone else to move on from his attraction to Red, but that didn't seem to be on the program for the foreseeable future.

"yeah it's me," Sans replied to his friend as he balanced his grocery bags in one hand while getting his key out with the other. No one was home for the week, his father was traveling around the country with his brother to find a good university for Papyrus. The house would become much less lively without him there next year... "i was about to call you back. just give me a few minutes to put everything in the fridge and i'll keep you company." He added belatedly, "sorry about the breakup."

"dude, it's freezing out there, your fridge's probably warmer than outside," Red grumbled before wobbling awkwardly toward the entrance of the garden. Snow didn't agree with his cane. "leave your stuff there and come with me, it's not like it's gonna melt."

Sans sighed. Would it kill Red to be a little patient? "dude, can't you wait like, 5 minutes?"

"no," Red croaked out, playfully giving Sans the finger over his shoulder as he reached the gate. "come on, let's go."

Sans rolled his eyes and internally berated himself for being such an idiot. He did as Red told him to and placed the bags on the floor in front of the door, grabbing two nice creams before he jogged a little to catch up to Red, who was playing with his cane while waiting.

"i'm gonna grab your arm," Sans warned before doing so, like he always did when he was about to make contact with Red. The other almost didn't flinch.

Sans passed a nice cream to his friend and then the two started making their way to the park nearby. Despite only being early evening, the sky was already dark but clear enough that Sans couldn't help but glance up once in a while at the stars. Of course he made sure to check where Red was going first, to warn him about possible obstacles or patches of ice that the other's cane wouldn't be able to detect.

"she said i was an asshole," Red mumbled when he was done with the nice cream, playing with the stick.

"you are an asshole," Sans deadpanned, making Red snort and Sans smiled fondly, happy that his friend couldn't read his expression. He'd probably figure Sans' feelings out just from that smile alone.

"she said i was the reason we kept fighting, and i don't know, maybe that's true," Red continued, but his tone was significantly lighter than just moments ago. "why do i fight so much all the time with all my girlfriends?"

"like i said, you're an asshole," Sans couldn't help blurting out, and Red laughed out loud this time.

It was true, Red could be... too much, in many regards. Sans loved him anyway, he had grown up with the other so he was used to it and knew how to handle Red's grumpiness.

"if i really was an asshole, i'd point out that you're crazy for buying nice cream in the winter," Red playfully waved the stick approximately in front of Sans. "who even does that?"

They continued their banter until they reached the park. Sans found a nice place near the frozen lake, covered with freshly fallen snow and described the view to his friend, who hummed appreciatively. Then suddenly Red unhooked from Sans' arm and removed his jacket before laying it down on the snowy grass.

"red, what are you doing! you're going to catch a cold!" Sans warned him as Red sat down on his jacket, leaving just enough space for Sans to join him. They'd be sitting very close, but Sans would fit.

In lieu of a reply, Red waved his arm around until he found Sans' hand and pulled him down. Sans let himself drop on the floor and instinctively wrapped an arm around his friend to keep him warm.

"aah, sansy... why do i keep getting dumped? am i really so hopeless that no one wants to date me long term? okay, i'm an asshole, but am i really that bad? i can't help it if all the girls and guys i date always piss me off!"

Sans gently rubbed Red's back as he let him complain and vent his SOUL's out.

What could Sans say though, to lift up Red's spirits? He was nothing but a childhood friend who had followed Red's numerous dating adventures since adolescence. With no experience of his own, it wasn't like he could give Red any real advice... All he had were those dumb feelings for Red that lead him nowhere.

"maybe your personality isn't the issue," Sans finally tried. "maybe you just have poor taste and keep falling for people who aren't compatible with you?"

'like i fell for you', Sans thought bitterly.

Red sighed and let himself fall dramatically into Sans' arms. "you're so right, them bitches don't deserve to date me!" Sans chuckled at his friend's antics, but then the atmosphere suddenly turned serious when Red made no move to release Sans. "it would be so much easier if you would fall in love with me, sansy... you'd be so good for me and we've been friends for so long, we gotta be compatible, right?"

Sans' SOUL skipped a beat, and he was suddenly very glad for Red's blindness as he felt his cheeks grow very hot.

"what are you saying this time? stop the nonsense, you idiot," he almost said without his voice wavering. Almost.

Red noticed. He had to. His shark grin grew sharper and Sans wondered if that was how he got girls and guys so easily. No wonder.

"come on, sansy. fall in love with me," Red repeated, his tone making it clear it was just a joke, but Sans' brain didn't function properly in the cold.

"okay," he blurted out, and then warned Red, "i'm gonna kiss you."

Sans grabbed Red's collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

Their mouths made contact and the two stayed like that for a few moments, neither making any move to draw away. Sans didn't know what to think of Red's reaction, or lack thereof, at first.

Then a hand snaked behind Sans' skull and Red opened his mouth, his newly summoned tongue brushing against Sans' teeth, asking for entrance that was easily granted. Sans parted his teeth and Red's warmth, scent and taste invading him, a full-body shudder drawing a gasp out of him that Red drank up.

It was Sans' first kiss and he had no idea what he was doing. Thankfully, Red took control over the situation and guided Sans' tongue into running against his crimson appendage.

They went at it for much longer than Sans ever thought kisses could last, and by the time he had to break the kiss, he was completely out of air.

"uhh... i... uhm..." He panted, trying to find what to say, or more precisely how to word the billion questions that were running through his head at the speed of light.

What was that? Why did Red kiss him back? Why did it feel so good? Was Red into him? Were they going to kiss again?

"sans, you better tell me that this wasn't a pity kiss," Red interrupted his thoughts, his tone serious. "cause if that was just a kiss to cheer me up or to joke around, i'm gonna be seriously hurt. you can't toy with my feelings like that, man."

Sans blinked and searched Red's expression for any hint that he was pulling Sans' fibula.

"what feelings?" He asked dumbly.

"my crush for you, duh. the one i've been desperately trying to move on from with stupid one night stands and random girlfriends."

Huh.

So Red wasn't the only one to be a massive, oblivious idiot.

#Cognito fic #Kustard #Kustard Week 2023 #Sans #Red #UF!Sans #Sans/UF!Sans #SFW

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dolltale · 2 years

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Kustard week: day 6 - forest god

Poll prompt: antler all this time

Yes! Even antler all this time these two dorks are horny for each other UwU And they are ready to fulfil one wish since you are all being so nice this week ;D

Kustard week 2022 master post Day 01 | Day 02 | Day 03 | Day 04 | Day 05 | Day 06 | Day 07

#undertale #DollTale #kustard week #kustardweek #kustardweek2022 #NotCanonToDollTaleComic

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rainfallskies · 2 years

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Ships

Just keep in mind these are just my opinion ;) i respect your opinion if you disagree with any of these.

Ships that i am neutral/disgusted to/by:

Errorink (lil too overrated and doesn't make sense in canon since ink can't feel real love/ feel attracted to anyone)

Crossmare (it's a pretty popular ship on wattpad which i don't think is good now after Underverse 0.6)

Dustberry (I'd rather watch DustKiller divorces and i absolutely despise how people make blueberry a yandere– like even the creator of blue went like "fr nah" and wished to not be credited for blue's existance, and it doesn't make sense in canon since that way, wouldn't pap be a yandere?)

Ships that I am OK with:

Kustard: It's pretty good: a lazy person with an edgy one: pretty good ship material ngl

BloodyCrop/HorrorFarm: Pretty good: I can imagine Horror trying to smuggle the baby chickens and try to eat them XD

DustHorror: Pretty good since canon Dust despises/hates almost everyone in the Bad Sanses except Horror since they both have "similar experiences".

ErrorFresh: Though this is a ship that also wouldn't work out in canon since Fresh can't feel emotions, it's a pretty good ship idea since we can see in UnderVerse Extra Scenes we can see when Error realized that Ink technically broke the truce for helping Cross recreate his world, he was completely fine with said parasite's existence while he laughed like a banshee about his victory.

AfterDeath: Though it's a lil overrated just like ErrorInk, it makes more sense than ErrorInk since Reaper has death touch and Geno would be the only mortal/not-a-god that he could touch though it's weird thinking that Reaper would have had ___ with a zombie if they got into a relationship.

Ships I Enjoy a Lot:

AfterFell: It was actually really good ship material, but the sad thing was that AfterDeath overshadowed this ship because of Reaper's vulgar language (after Geno said: So you can go ahead and suck it, Reaper decided to go like: Well, I could do just that: eugh o_o). It would be nice to see Gaster telling Sans : "My job to get grandkids has been accomplished."

AfterClassic: (THIS IS JUST MY OPINION: DON'T ASK WHY MOST OF THE SHIPS I HAVE A POSITIVE OPINION ON INVOLVE GENO) it's a pretty good ship, and sometimes when I read the AfterTale comic I like thinking :"Oooh, AfterTale's Classic and Geno are having a divorce." Though AfterFell may have a bit more potential than this ship, it's still ok ;)

OuterKiller: It's a good ship: it was pretty popular before UnderVerse 0.3 or something came out (and that's why I had this phase where I hated Killer and Fatal because they hurt the beannnn) and BOOM crack went the ship: and KillerMare, a ship I don't enjoy came. Though this ship is dead, I still think it's really good!

ColorKiller: This ship kinda died too because of KillerMare's existance– though idk where this ship's origin is at, it's nice overall since it made Color, an underrated Sans get a lil more popular and more images for me to simp on.

Fresh!Ink x Fatal Error: I also don't know where this ship came from (somebody send me where) but i found it when i was searching on how to fix my computer, when i accidentally added a space and x and i found the ship ;-; It's pretty nice, since the two are supposed to be the two most powerful people in UnderVerse, and I can't wait to see if they have an interaction in UnderVerse 0.7 or smth ;D

Ship I Adore:

Fatal404: I KNOW THIS SHIP DOESN'T MAKE SENSE BC ERROR HATES FATAL ERROR AND ERROR 404 IS ERROR'S MENTOR: but I like it ;D so far there's only 1 Fatal404 video on YT that I know of, and it's pretty underrated since Fatal Error's also pretty powerful (according on a power chart on YT, Fatal's supposed to be 5th place, though an idiot decided to go like "cAp: eRrOr'S mOrE pOwErFuL aNd CoUlD 1 sHoT fAtAl: like legit go ask the creator: i know you stan for Error or ErrorInk, but just please get your resources from the right place, and even if it's fake, Fatal's my favorite and I think he'd at least be a Top 20 in the actual popular Sans groups– idc about any of your OCs like cRiTiCaL 4o4 gLiTcH pOwEr 1o1– it ain't known and accept that. )

#sans ship opinion #sanscest #my opinion #ok?

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mystery-fic-anon · 2 years

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I met God and He’s a Bonehead

Summary: While dragging his injured brother through the woods after an ambush, Red runs into a mysterious skeleton called Sans. (yes, this is a first meet story.)

Warnings: some semi-graphic descriptions of Edge being injured, including broken bones.

This is inspired by days 5 and 6 fantasy prompt for Kustard week, Fairy King/Queen and Forest God. I had a lot of fun with it, I hope y’all do too :) Also note that despite the lighthearted title, this fic is a bit heavy in some places. I tried to balance it.

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading, I appreciate it.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41623497

Red wasn’t strong enough for this. He wasn’t in shape enough to jog through the forest on his own, let alone when he was pulling so much dead weight. He shifted his grip on Edge’s breastplate, pulling Edge higher up on his back. His legs dragged on the ground behind Red, catching on every tree root in their path. Red was getting yanked off balance with every step, and he almost dropped Edge again as Edge’s pants got hooked on a low-hanging branch.

“Motherfucker!” Red jerked to the side, the pants tore. Edge groaned as he was jostled, and Red felt him tense up. “Shit, sorry boss.”

Red reached up with one hand, patting Edge’s right shoulder. He ran his hand down Edge’s arm, and sighed in relief. Edge’s scarf was still holding his arm in place. Red felt the place where Edge’s bone was out of place, and quickly pulled his hand back. He wiped it on his jacket, and then reached up again to tap Edge’s skull. The wound on his head had stopped bleeding, but Edge still wasn’t waking up.

He had wasted too much time, he needed to move his bony ass. His adrenaline was wearing off, and Red wasn’t really running any more. He was trying to move as fast as he could, but his legs were shaking, and the joints in his fingers ached. He looked behind him as best he could with his brother lying on his back, but he didn’t see anyone.

There was no way he wasn’t being followed, though. It wasn’t easy to ambush a royal guard, and Red had seen at least six monsters jump out of the trees before he and Edge had been buried in attacks. If Red didn’t find a safe place to hide and heal, he and Edge would be taken or dusted. Red wasn’t sure which option was worse.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure where he was going any more. This wasn’t their usual patrol route, and the snowy forest was unfamiliar. Red was just pushing through trees at this point, trying to get further away from where they’d been attacked. He couldn’t hunker down too close by, or they would be found.

Suddenly, Red felt a prickle in his spine. He was being watched. He could feel it.

Red carefully laid Edge down against a tree trunk, and summoned a sharpened bone attack. He held it underneath his hand close to his body, so it would be hidden until someone tried to lunge at him. He stepped in front of Edge, looking around.

“Is that any way to greet a new pal?”

Red whirled around, swinging his bone at the voice behind his shoulder. A few sparkles of blue magic danced over the bone, but it didn’t make contact with anything. The wild swing made him stumble, and Red took a step forward to balance again.

“Show yourself you fucking coward!” Red yelled, looking frantically around. Whoever this monster was, they were either incredibly fast or they could take shortcuts like he did. Neither option was promising.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” A skeleton popped into existence right in front of him, standing right by Edge’s boots. He was wearing the kind of baggy blue hoodie Red would wear on a lazy day at home, and he had some kind of weird flower crown on his head.

Red swung his bone again, aiming for the side of the weirdo’s skull.

The skeleton caught it like it was nothing, holding the clubbed top of the bone between two fingers. He looked at it, hummed, then looked back at Red. “Hey, that’s a pretty nice bone buddy, but this is getting old. Let’s try a new bit. You like knock knock jokes?”

Red stared at him in shock. He leaned back a bit, trying to pull the bone back to himself. The skeleton didn’t let go.

“Knock knock.” The skeleton grinned. Red wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. It was too mischievous, and entirely too light-hearted for what was going on.

After a minute, the skeleton leaned in and raised his other hand over his mouth, like he was stage whispering to Red. “This is the part where you say ‘who’s there’.”

Red clearly wasn’t getting out of this another way, so he decided to play along. “Who’s there.”

“Broken pencil.”

“Broken pencil who?” Red asked, trying to pry his bone attack loose from Sans’ grip again.

“Ah forget it, it’s point-less.”

The punchline caught Red off guard, and he actually laughed a bit. He quickly caught himself, glaring at Sans. Sans just kept smiling back, but the look in his eyelights seemed more amused than before.

“Who are you?” Red demanded.

“Sans.” The skeleton—Sans—held out his hand. “Sans the skeleton.”

“Red.” Red stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his shorts. “Also skeleton.”

“Heh, yeah, I got that part.”

“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I need to get going. If the fuckers coming after me find you here, they’re gonna—”

“Are you sure about that?” Sans asked, tilting his head a bit.

“What?”

“Are you sure they’re going to find me? Look around.”

Red didn’t usually take orders from anyone but his brother, but this time, he did what Sans told him to do. He shut his mouth and looked around again, listening intently.

The forest was quiet. Totally quiet. No screams in the distance, no taunting laughter of another monster closing in on him… Nothing, not even the sounds of animals.

“What the fuck?” Red asked, his tone suddenly far more hushed. He wasn’t an idiot. There was either something fundamentally wrong with this part of the forest, or a big predator on the move. Red couldn’t risk being caught if it was the second option.

“Yeah, you aren’t in Kansas any more Toto.” Sans waved his hand, and the forest around them shifted.

Suddenly, the wintry forest around them changed into something Red had never seen before. The trees all had leaves, vibrant shades of red and orange and yellow surrounding them. The pine trees were still green, but the shade was softer and more alive. A breeze rustled the leaves on the tops of the trees, and Red could swear he smelled cinnamon in the air.

“This is my place you walked into,” Sans said, sounding way too casual for Red’s comfort. “No one will find you or me here. They can’t get into this exclusive club.” He looked down at Edge, who was still unconscious. “I can heal that guy if you want.”

Red blinked. “Huh?”

“That guy.” Sans pointed at Edge. “The one you were dragging here. I can heal him up. He needs to wake up on his own, but I can at least close those cracks.”

Red let go of his bone and stepped back. “No fucking way am I letting you get near him.”

“Why not?” Sans stepped closer, and Red felt a prickling sensation run over him, from his hands down to his feet. “You’ve seen what I can do. Come on, let me at him. He’ll be good in no time.”

Red didn’t care what Sans was; he got up in Sans’ face and shook his clawed phalange right in front of Sans’ eye socket. “Do you think I’m still in stripes? I’m not going to let you do anything when I don’t know what you want in exchange! So come on, spit out your terms before I beat them out of you.”

Sans looked at Red for a few seconds, clearly thinking his words over. “Okay, then be my champion.”

More fucking riddles. Great. “The fuck does that mean?”

“I dunno.” Sans shrugged, and Red had to remind himself that trying to strangle this guy was probably a bad idea. “The only other being like me is my brother, and he hasn’t had a champion before. I know that old gods used to have tons of champions but nothing is really clear about what they do besides fight in your name. But I’m not really a fighting kind of guy. Why don’t you just come back, and we’ll chill out?”

“That’s it? No other tricks? You just want to hang out with someone? Fucking desperate.” Red snorted derisively.

Sans just shrugged again. “Eh, maybe. I’ve always been a lazybones, and you’re the first person to stumble across my place in a while. It’s easier for me to get you to come back.”

“Is there something else that could kill me in here?”

Sans sighed, but he spoke before Red could yell at him for being a condescending asswipe. “No harm will come to you when you’re in my part of the forest. Not from me, or from my brother.”

“Now, let me hold up my end of the deal.” Sans rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking a bit. He closed his eyes, and took a step back.

Suddenly, Red’s head began spinning. His vision blurred, and he felt like he’d just been rolled through the entire underground in a barrel. He closed his eyes and knelt down, grabbing on to Edge for stability. The feeling just got worse and worse. Red felt like he was going to dust from the pressure. Fuck, this was why you didn’t make deals with random strangers—

Everything stopped. Red sat up, rubbing his eyes. He somehow felt both like he’d run a marathon, and that he’d been asleep for fifty years. There was a sour aftertaste in his mouth, and he spat on the ground next to him.

“Nuuurgh.”

Red looked over at Edge. His eyes widened. The top of Edge’s skull was totally smooth; only the three scars that had been there for years remained. His arm had clearly been healed too, all of the bones were back in place. Even the superficial cuts and bruises on other parts of Edge’s body had been healed.

Red glanced at his own hands, and noticed the mark from where he’d grabbed an enemy’s attack was gone.

“What happened…” Edge sat up, rubbing his face.

Red moved back, giving him some space. “Uh…”

“Red?” Edge’s focus instantly sharpened, turning to him. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Where are we?”

“Relax, boss.” Red put up his hands, his brain scrambling to think of a lie. It wasn’t usually this hard, but he was still tired and confused by what had just happened. “We’re safe. I was getting us both back to Snowdin the long way, but you weren’t doing so hot. Lucky for me, I found… a stash of healing supplies.” Red kept his poker face up, even as Edge’s glare bored into his soul. “Probably from one of the smugglers out here or something. Anyways, I fed you all of their stuff, then popped a couple of candies myself just before you woke up.”

Edge looked Red over, then looked at the trees around them. “Where was it hidden?”

“Up in one of the trees, but they had set up a branch so that if you pulled it, the stuff would fall down. Heh, probably didn’t want to try to climb a tree while they were bleeding.” Red stood up, ignoring his bones’ creaking protest. “We should probably get going, boss. Gotta get back home.”

Their height difference meant that even when Edge was sitting on the ground, Red was still barely taller than him. Red held on to that feeling of being taller though, doing his best to protect assurance, confidence, anything that would make Edge believe him. Or at least not ask any questions right now.

Edge nodded, and grabbed Red’s shoulder. He ignored Red’s yelp, using Red as a grip to pull himself up.

“We have to make a report to Undyne first, but I suppose I can do that while you go home. Straight home, not to Grillby’s.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Red was longing for some mustard, but he knew better than to argue right now.

He kept quiet, letting Edge lead the way through the woods. Neither of them really knew where they were going, but Edge had always liked puzzles and maps, so Red figured he could find their way out. Red glanced back a few times, but he didn’t see anything, and the trees where he’d met Sans quickly disappeared behind others.

Once they were about five minutes away, Red subtly scratched a line on one of the trees, angled so it was pointing back at the group of trees. If he was going to need to find his way back here, the least he could do was leave himself a clue.

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paniwarhamauser · 10 months

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I just realized I never finished posting Grot crusade write-ups here! Last was week 3! And that Crusade has ended back in May, and new one starts in a month😅

Guess I'll just dump weeks 4-10 here all at once.

And also end-of-crusade art for my guy 😁

Week 4

Me and ladz 'ere rollin' around lookin' for da good scrap. And dere it was. Da shiny fishboy Devilfish, dem curves glistenin' in da sun!

Nachurally we WAAAAGH'd!

Fishboyz are ded shooty, but you know wot? Stompa is ded STOMPY!

Afta Bigtoof turned deir kommander into da kanned fishpaste dey 'ere done for!

Only one fishboy on da floaty fingie flew off. Looked so smug too. As if 'e was not running away, but akchually won. Weird...

Speakin' of winnin'. Zippy better deliver on 'is promise to build anuvva Gargant!

Da ladz collected enuff scrap today ta finish da job!

WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAAAGH!

Week 5

Gorksome is da beatiful little Gargant.

Zippy did da mighty gud job. Not dat I'd ever tell it to 'is face. Not givin 'im any ideas of bein betta at sum fings den da greatest Grotboss in 'istory!

And Gork was pleased by it too. We did not even had to look for da fight dis time! Bugboyz came to us!

Dis was a glorius day! Fighting everywhere! Gorksome got to shoot its first targetz! Even Zippy remembered 'e can fight too!

Too bad bugboyz 'ave nuffin' ta scrap. No matter, dey go SQUISH funny! Ladz larfed deir rumps off! And 'e got bugboyz snaks for dayz too!

WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAAGH!

Week 6

'E made it, ladz! Da 'umie Empra's shiny boyz (mega nobz beakies or whateva dese Kustardes are?) came ta fight us! And everywun knows dey fight only da most dangeros foez!

Of course I ALWAYZ knew I am da most dangeros! But 'tis nice ta be aknowleged.

And da best fing? Da stompa went BOOM. Dis was glorius! I almost kried of joy - ta witness da wrath of Gork and Mork wiff me own eyez!

'E even got enuff of goldy scrap ta fix stompa right up.

WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAAAGH!

Week 7

Da fightin' is da most fun, but 'e gotta make anuvva Gargant. And dis means 'e need more scrap.

Mork smiled upon us today. 'E 'eard 'BLOOD FOR DA BLOOD GOD' warcry, and I knew my ladz 'ere sent anuvva gud fight!

Red and spikey beakies are ded fighty. And dey charge like da best of orkz too. Gotta respect dat! Also dey brought tanks! Wich mean dere was plenty of spikey scrap to collect afta da battle.

Da ladz even charged da spiky rhino and stole deir icon! Scrap and trophiez, da best life all around!

WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAGH!

Week 8

Would you look at dat! Stuntiez again! And dey have a new trukk too! Time to scrap it! WAAAAGH!

'Tis was fun! DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA! Dead stuntiez everywhere!

And den weirdgurl and hammergurl 'ere at it again. Is Gork'n'Mork trying to tell me somefing by sendin' dem at me again? That I should I get a weirdboy and a hammer too? Interestin'...

Either way, a message from Gork and Mork is always a WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAGH!

Week 9

I was an idiot! Surprised at me sayin' dat? Da greatest grotboss is not afraid to admit mistakes!

I thought Devilfish were shiny! But Empra's goldie boyz showed me how wrong I was! Deir gravy-tank is proppa shiny! I 'ave never seen such a beauty in me life before!

Nachurally I called WAAAGH and sent ladz ta get me dat gravy-tank at all costs!

'Tis was a good fight. We krumped deir boss and deir nob too! Gargants are da best! Not as best as me, but close! Though I only cared for gravy-tank, if I'm honest. Nuffin else mattered.

Always keep da eyez on da prize, as dey say!

And wot a prize it is! Now I has da Goldy Throne of me own!

WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAGH!

Week 10

I was sittin' on Da Goldy Throne, surrounded by me trophies, pettin' me squig and thinkin' of changin' me title from Grot Boss to Grot Empra. No uvver boss has Da Goldy Throne, after all!

Me thinkin' was interrupted by watchlad screaming 'SCRAWNIES ON DA HORIZON'

Scrawnies are sure need to be krumped. Let me finish my shroom brew and den we WAAAGH!

W-wot is happenin'? Why I can no move? Wot is dis green glow? Did Gork and Mork came to see me and name me deir new profeet? Now dat's a REAL WIN FOR DA GROT WAAAAGH!

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Trazyn closed the tessaract and chuckled to himself, - 'Don't you just love when a specimen arranges itself into a nice display, saving me the trouble!'

#mauserplayswarhams #wh40k #grot!WAAAGH!

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scaramarii · 6 months

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The Kustard Kids!!

the lineup (oldest to youngest)

Lucid! She's my favourite bc she's so cuuuute!!!!! I didn't have time to explain her, but I have a lot planned for her story :} She spent most of her time in Undertale, and she was obsessed with the idea of meeting everyone in the other universes. Unfortunately, that dream was shattered when she visited Underfell and almost everyone she met was constantly angry with her because she was too overbearing. Poor Luci only wanted to make friends :(

Plum, the little anxious boy <33 /p He's the one that switched between universes the most, leading to some trouble keeping track of how he should act. Plum was constantly chastised by monsters in Underfell for "being too soft," while in Undertale, monsters found him unpleasant, and cold. That eventually led to him spending a lot of time by himself because he didn't want to be pushed away. Damn, these kids have issues

And finally, Arial! She was the most fun to design :3 I like drawing characters that look kinda intimidating, it challenges me to step out of my comfort zone. She rarely saw Classic as a kid, because she preferred to stay in Underfell. The few times she did see him, their interactions were awkward, and mostly led to Classic taking her to Grillby's. Awkward father-daughter relationship anyone? Ari and Classic don't really talk anymore, despite Luci trying to get them to break the tension between them.

And that was the Kustard children! I really wanna expand on their stories some more, I have a lot of ideas (*⌒∇⌒*)

So if you didn't wanna read all that shit, here is the tldr:

Lucid: Grew up in Undertale. Constantly shamed by everyone in Underfell because she was too excitable.

Plum: Grew up in both Undertale and Underfell. Shamed by monsters in both universes due to him not knowing how to act.

Arial: Grew up in Underfell. She has a strained relationship with Classic. Seems like a jerk but she's really nice.

#kustard #kustard ship child #ship child #undertale oc #undertale au #kinda???#idek

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noffy96 · 6 months

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Kustard kid fic

Decided to add something to my 'Back Home' Series. Red is panicking about seeing his young son battle.

that was the whole premise. hope you all enjoy

Also Nicecreamguy/Burgerpants are here. Finally getting into this part of the story as well.

First Encounters

Word count: 6,210

Chapter 1/1

Summary:

He had to suppress another chuckle. It’s kinda funny their fight was basically seeing which of their parents was better. Also, it was kinda sweet to hear what they found cool about each of them.

“That’s it! I challenge you to a duel!” The young cat monster declared

“I accept!” Nova quickly answered with no hesitation

He felt himself freeze, as he heard those words, the grin dropping from his face as he stared at the two kids.

The first time a monster has a monster battle is very important. Battels is how you show affection between friends. With friendly magic attacks Their son was now at the age where he and his classmates would have them. Red had expected to hear his happy son’s ramblings about it…not see it happen. And he isn’t quite sure how to feel…seeing his 5-year-old fight

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He stepped out of the shortcut about a block away from the school. Slowly meandering his way towards the crowd of parents picking up their children. He looked through the crowd if he spotted Sansy.

Nova would hopefully be thrilled that he was here to pick him up as well. He wondered what he had got up today. It was a Friday, so that meant free picking of activities. Which also meant, one of three things. Nova had gotten to play with the Sandbox, so his clothes needed to be washed. He did some painting again..which also meant the clothes needed to be washed. Or he played tag with the other children…

Well, it basically meant that Friday was the day that his son came out very messy and in need of a shower. But also with a big grin on his face, and maybe even a project he had worked on. And he was excited to see what it was this time.

He finally saw Sans leaning on the fence of the playground around the school talking with Napstablook. The smile on his face came a bit easier, and some tension melted away, stepping up beside his husband, wrapping an arm around him.

The collar around his own neck let out a pleasant hum, as he nodded towards the shy ghost. Who had seen him do this enough times, that he only turned a tiny bit transparent, instead of up and disappearing completely.

And he tuned into their conversation.

“Sooo….yeaaah.. We hope… we can get Dawn…enrolled… next year.”

“Yeah, I think it will be fine pal,” Sans responded.

“And if for some reason it doesn't work out, look for me at Grillby's on Wednesdays, Me and Red still have some stuff for when we were looking into clubs for Nova”

Blooky nodded happily

“Thank…youuu….you really are…kind….you…still play…trombone…at Grilby’s?”

His mate laughed.

“The whole reason I am there,”

then leaned forward to the shy ghost

“And if you and Shyren even wanna perform, just say the word,”

The shy ghost turned more transparent

“Ohh….nooo… I dunno.. I have to go….my friend….meeting…nice..to see you…Bye, Sans…Bye Red”

He raised his other arm and waved, as Napstablook floated towards the school, where a teacher seemed to be waiting for him.

“So, him and Shyren settling down after Mettanton's next tour?” he asked his husband who had crossed his arms to lean more on the fence.

“Looks like it, don’t wanna be touring all over, with their kid growing up. They want them to have friends”

He nodded. Nova was starting to make his own friends, and it was a joy to see. These would be people that he chose himself. And not. Happenstance cause they are the only couple of their age group around the block. Or within their parents' friends circle with kids which weren't many. But people his own age he could relate to and hang with. Still limited to a small class size of course but more choices than he ever had

He had heard all kinds of names come and go these first few weeks. But not yet a consistent name. Nova seemed to play with someone new every day, and he was happy to see that his son was so social. Even as it made nerves crawl at his spine sometimes.

Sans gave a short soft squeeze at his spine. Right. Nothing to worry about.

“I never get why, he is so nervous about performing at the bar, they perform for millions with Mettaton” he continued their conversation instead. Gesturing towards where Napstablook had disappeared

Sans shrugged, leaning more against him.

“Maybe it’s cause it is filled with familiar faces”

He let out a hum.

“So, how come you so early?”

The other asked while leaning over to peck his cheek.

“The workers installing the new airco for the server room came early. So we shut down so that they could start. And then we could hopefully get everything back online today instead of tomorrow”

Sans hummed.

“ Will That be your job later?”

He shook his head

“Nah, it’s Frank’s, only on call in case something goes wrong”

Sans straightened himself. And they both noticed the small heads of the children in front of the windows. He noticed children sitting next to the window peeking outside every now and then, looking for their parents instead of paying attention. It made his heart grin. He had barely any memories of going to school himself. He was sure that he did at some point, but mostly it had been Gaster teaching him.

He wouldn’t have stood for being distracted, He saw one kid stare at him through the window. Probably staring at his prosthetic arm, He leaned more on the fence bringing it more into view. Slowly swaying it back and forth. Seeing the kid follow it with his eyes. Then the kid snapped his head back. Looks like he was caught by the teacher.

Sans chuckled,

“You shouldn’t distract them”

He shrugged in response

“Not my fault, they think my arm is cool looking”

“Fair enough”

There was a brief silence, then was filled by the gentle buzz of other parents' conversations that he half paid attention to.

“By the way, Is Blue still coming over later? “ he asked remembering suddenly

“As far as I know, yes “

“So Taco’s tonight?”

“Unless our brothers bring leftovers, yes.”

“Sweet, it’s been a while”

It really had been. Blue had been back in underswap for a while. Having missed some bestie time with his Alphys. Stretch had certainly missed his younger brother. And Edge and Pap had been very busy between work and the twins. It helped of course that Stretch stayed home. But two young monsters that started to develop their magic? It had been hard with just one. The guy deserved some relaxation

“Probably means Nova gotta bath twice today”

“Wow, it would be the lowest record, we’ve set in months, Ow..Hey!”

His husband had shoved him out of his personal space

“Behave you”

He gave a gentle shove back. His lover rolled his eyes at him, as they got interrupted by the school bell.

They both straightened themselves and walked closer to the gate, waiting for their son. More and more children walked by. And as the minutes ticked on…he was slowly growing more worried

“I think I saw some of his classmates…”

He pointed out.

“Yeah…he might still be inside?” Sans stated but it came out more of a confused question

Why tho…? went through his mind

There were still quite a few people around…but most were parents with older kids.

“One more minute..and then we check?”

He asked, sticking his hands in his hoodie and Sans gave a nod of agreement Nova probably got talking with a classmate..it happened last time he was late. They were both probably worrying about nothing. But maybe he got in trouble with the teacher?

“Okay,...let’s go”

He gave a nod and followed behind Sans. Slowly they made their way through the hallways, some of the older kids running by. As their son's classroom came into sight, at the door was Toriel taking to two other adults. A blue bunny monster and an orange cat monster.

Oh, that is the guy that sold the Nicecreams. And the guy that used to sell the burgers at MTT resort back underground. At least…he looked like a grown-up version of that kid from his dimension. And unlike Stretch and Blues Home. Most lookalikes were pretty one-to-one here.

Toriel turned to face us

“Oh, Sans, Red, good to see you both”

She greeted the both of them with a warm smile, She didn’t seem to be panicking so that was a good sign. Nova was likely still here. But he also knew the boss monster poker face could be really good.

“Hey, Tori, Nova hasn’t shown up yet, is he still here”

Sans asked her with an air of familiarity that some people found rude to speak with the former queen. No matter how long it has been or how she insists that people act casually.

The boss monster gave a nod, and he felt his own chest ease

“Yes he is, I made him help clean up, as he and Roman have been getting into some spats all day”

The Nicecream guy smiled apologetically

“I am so sorry for the trouble miss Toriel”

She turned to the other pair of parents with the same patient smile.

“Oh don’t be dear, It’s a good teaching moment, and your kids aren't the first, and won’t certainly be the last,”

“What made them start fighting?”

He asked her. As far as he knows. Nova hadn’t gotten into any fights before today. Well nothing more than what could have been resolved at the end of the day Toriel made a sound between a sigh and a chuckle

“Roman was convinced someone had stepped on his cape. Nova pointed out it actually got stuck between some bags. And basically been a back and forth ever since, nobody could back up either one of them”

The orange monster nudged his partner.

“Told you the cape was a bad idea”

The blue one rolled his eyes in response. They got interrupted by shouting coming from the classroom they stood in front of.

“No, I AM not!”

That was their son's voice.

“Yes you are, you are just jealous!”

Came a different child's voice

“Noooo!”

“Yess!"

They all glanced inside as Toriel sighed, and stated the rather obvious.

“They are it again”

The five of them walked into the classroom. And in the center of the room were the two children. Nova seemed to have thrown a rag on the ground, the sleeves of his dark purple hoodie a bit wet from cleaning. Across him was a blue-haired cat monster. Who was wearing what looked like a handmade prince costume. Complete with a handmade paper crown and a toy sword. And of course, as indicated before. There was a bright red cape strapped to his shoulders

Toriel stepped forward and spoke up using her teacher's voice.

“Boy’s, this doesn’t look like cleaning”

Both boys crossed their arms and looked embarrassed.

“But miss Toriel.” Nova started

“No Nova, It doesn’t matter who started it, you were supposed to work together”

Nova crossed his arms again and sent a glare to the side. His eyes looked back every once in a while like Sans also does when he is frustrated.

“I am not working together with someone who calls me a poopyhead” he muttered

And the other kid let out a loud gasp

“Well, I am not working with someone who calls me a dumdum!”

He puffed out his chest as he turned away. Nova turned back in response All of them tried to hold back some giggles at their children's small argument and childish insults. As Nova turned back around angrily. Getting right back to the argument

“Well, maybe you should listen to Miss Toriel. So I don't need to repeat it"

“And last time I checked, you aren’t Miss Toriel so I don’t gotta listen to you”

The blue monster stuck out his tongue

“Yeah you do, I am older!” Nova argued

“I am taller!” Roman responded

“My pops is friends with Miss Toriel” Nova pointed at Sans who could only shake his head in amusement

“Well my dad makes ice cream, which is way better” The child waved his arms toward the blue bunny monster next to them

“Kids” Toriel spoke up. Trying to cut in between their arguments. But both kept going

“My dad has a cool robotic arm,” Nova said pointing at him

“My papa wrote Mettaton's best play!” The blue-haired child said pointing at the orange one of his two fathers

“My dad's a better fighter!”

“My dad taught me how to fight!”

“Pops did too!”

“Oh yeah! Bet you are bad at it!”

“nu-uh!“

“Ye-ah!”

“Children, please” Toriel sighed impatiently

He had to suppress another chuckle. It’s kinda funny their fight was basically seeing which of their parents was better. Also, it was kinda sweet to hear what they found cool about each of them.

“That’s it! I challenge you to a duel!” The young cat monster declared

“I accept!” Nova quickly answered with no hesitation

He felt himself freeze, as he heard those words, the grin dropping from his face as he stared at the two kids. Beside him, the Nicecreamguy stepped forward.

“Roman come now, there is no need for that"

"Actually I think it's a great idea!" Toriel said. And everyone in the room turned to gape at her.

“You mean that Miss Toriel? "

The young cat monster asked, stars seeming to fill his eyes

“of course my child, I think it would be a good opportunity for the both of you"

Toriel said while continuing to smile kindly. Meanwhile, the feelings of dread didn't subside The young cat monster let out a small cheer and then pointed at Nova with a sneer.

"You will taste my crushing defeat, you foul beast"

Foul beast!?! What kind of language was that? No monster called another one a beast unless they wanted to be like the humans that still tried to drive them back underground. He was shocked at the kid's language but was even more surprised when Nova only rolled his eyes. Was this kind of behavior normal?!

Then the orange cat monster that stood next to him spoke up gruffly

"Roman! That was not very princely of you. Was it now?…you know better. What does a prince do?"

The kid's ears flattened and suddenly looked quite embarrassed. And inwardly he sighed as he felt Sans settle a hand on the low of his back.

"Always be kind, even when fighting you don't go for the same tactics as the villain"

The monster next to him nodded. While the blue-haired one let out a chuckle in between font and tired. Like this was something they had to deal with regularly

His eyes flicked between the kid and his parents. As he took in the uniform of the orange guy. It was of one of the employees of the theatre. And he started back at the child's costume. And it all just clicked

The kid was not a bully. Just a theater kid with the flair of the dramatic.

He looked at the kid again. The young child was probably just parroting what he heard from plays and movies Not yet fully realizing what all the things he said could mean. Luckily Nova didn't seem bothered by the name calling so he could let it slide.

"Tori, don't like to be the skeptical one. But you are sure this is safe?" Sans spoke up beside him as they all looked back up at the boss monster who simply clapped her hands together delighted.

"More than my good friend, I wouldn't suggest it, if it wasn't. But the classroom is hardly the place for a friendly battle. Let us go outside "

The grown-ups gave some skeptical looks all around and followed the two excited kids and boss monster outside to the outdoor field.

Toriel grabbed a stick from the ground and drew two lines in the sand. And directed both children behind one each. And both took their position, bouncing excitedly.

Toriel stood in the middle overlooking the would-be battlefield, addressing them all.

“Okay, I am laying out the rules. And if they are broken that means you have lost the duel. Understand boys?"

"Yes miss Toriel,” both boys said.

He shifted uneasily, as Toriel had herded the four of them behind her. A good view, but not one that could easily interfere with the battle. He could feel the nervous energy around them. He trusted this Toriel. She was kind and had taught many kids over the years. She knew what she was doing. Didn't mean he had to like it.

“First. We are only using magic attacks. No objects are to be picked up and thrown or any form of physical contact. Only throwing magic attacks Am I clear?".

Both boys nodded.

'We are just going for one point. So focus on dodging each other's patterns. So the first hit wins."

Nova nodded again. But slowly the other kid raised his hand.

"We…we are only trying to get a hit in…and not like…not take hp off right?"

He fidgets in place. Ears flicking back and forth.

"Because… I don't wanna … " the boy trailed off looking worried.

He gave a half smile, seemed he really misjudged that kid at first glance, man he was getting rusty. Or he was doing the overprotective parent thing again. Likely the latter.

But his son's response kinda shocked him

"What? Suddenly afraid to hurt me!? " Nova slapped his own chest. "Don't you dare underestimate me! I am sturdy!"

Sans sighed beside him. And he himself let out a little hopeless laugh. Sans seemed intent on speaking up. When Roman cut him off.

"We all know you got the lowest hp in our class! You may be a meanie but I don’t wanna send you to the hospital!"

The kid genuinely looked distressed. And it made something awkward stir in his chest. He knew how Nova felt about his low hp. He also hated what people thought of he, or sans for that matter were fragile for their single hp.

But it also soothed him that this kid was looking out for Nova. Probably aware of how much damage an attack could actually do and what that could mean. It was a rare trait to find, especially in kids.

The Nicecreamguy leaned over and nervously asked Sans.

"Sorry to ask like this…but how much hp, DOES he have?"

He turned to glare at the tall bunny. But was surprised by Sans strong hold on his spine and answering honestly before he could tell him to mind his own damm business.

"Five….and Roman?"

To his surprise, the blue guy let out a sigh of what seemed relief. While the orange cat looked mildly horrified.

"Thank goodness. The highest damage Ro can do is three. Then I ain't too worried and Roman sits at eighteen"

Wow…pretty high for a kid that age, he thought as the blue guy's partner stuttered.

"five…just five…? That's…"

He cut him off with a growl

"More than we thought he would ever have"

The cat's jaw clicked shut. And to his surprise, the bunny chuckled

"Don't worry Cal. If Sans could handle Papyrus's teenage energy with less hp than that. Then I am sure his son can too"

The orange monster stared between his own husband and Sans with wide eyes. And Sans gave a hearty chuckle

"Not just Paps. I remember you and your siblings chugging a few attacks my way back then as well Felix"

“Sucks to be the oldest.”

"Oi, you weren't the youngest either." Sans accused him and the blue bunny shrugged.

"Not the oldest either. So your brother got younger sibling solidarity"

The two of them gave each other what seemed a fist bump of understanding. While he and the orange guy just gave each other a look of mutual confusion.

He had personally never hanged with the bunny's back when he still was in Underfell. But then again. There had been a lot more territorial spats between the bunnies and dogs. Long before he and his brother ever arrived in Snowdin.

Here the two groups of monsters seemed to get along. At least from what he could tell when he visited Sans at Grilby's for his jig. But the dogs seemed to invite every and anyone into their game nights anyway.

They all looked up when Toriel coughed loudly.

“If the audience would be silent, we are about to begin.”

The woman had a small grin that told him that she was enjoying telling them off. Especially as the two kids snickered as well. It seemed the boss monster had managed to settle the situation between the kids as well as they had been talking.

Toriel turned fully back around.

“Any more questions?”

Both kids shook their heads and steadied themselves.

“Begin”

The soft pressure of a battle starting began to fill the air. And Nova had the first move, it surprised him for half a second before realizing it had been Roman who challenged him and not the other way around. Nova took a deep breath. Placing his hand on the ground, and summoning three small bones in a line sending them towards Roman.

He gave a proud groin as the summoned attacks held. And watched as the cat’s eyes widened but managed to jump over them easily. Responding with a simple round magic bullet most kids learn early on. It didn’t have a lot of speed so Nova stepped out of the way easily as well.

He was feeling a weird combination of tension and calm. He had the feeling he had to be looking everywhere. That everyone here was a threat, and could any second. Would step in and interrupt the battle. Making it much more dangerous.

He never really got used to the turn-based system they had here. But at the same time. Seeing how small and weak the kids' attacks still were. Made him ease. It was like seeing Nova roughhousing with kids in the neighborhood the first few times. Nervewerking sure. But you slowly learn when the play fighting stays that way or turns into actual fights.

A couple of turns passed like that. Both kids easily avoid each other's attacks. Both only used small white bullets. After Nova’s first attack. He wondered if Nova had tried to imitate their ‘strongest attack first’ strategy from stories he must have heard from his Uncles at this point.

It was Roman’s turn again. Who was looking at his paws frustrated. Beside him, he saw the blue Bunny’s arm rise up. Before being quickly halted, by his orange-haired partner.

“He gotta do it himself, Felix. No hints”

“Right…Right, sorry..”

Sans's hand had migrated from his spine to around his hips during the battle but was now warming itself inside his hoodie pocket right now. Where his own clenched fist was hidden.

He gave a quick glance at his husband, but when he felt the hand move in the limited space his grin turned up a grad.

Seemed the Blue guy next to them wasn’t the only one who was having trouble keeping down the hints. As he slowly intertwined their fingers together to stop the hand signs at all.

Roman let out a grow of frustration as he shot off another pattern of bullets. They were a bit more erratic As the frustrations messed with his aim. Nova managed to dodge out of the way of all of them, but only just so. The last one had nearly hit him. He stood still just in time for it to fly past him.

He felt his own soul almost jump out of his chest as he saw it nearly hit his son in the side. But somehow managed to not move an inch forward even though he really wanted to. Nova panted a few times with a scared look in his eyes. But then a grin overtook his face that reminded him of his own.

Nova was having fun.

Nova was having his first actual battle, and he was clearly having the time of his life.

“Almost Got me. But it aint good enough! Prepare yourself!” Nova Declared.

He took a deep breath. And Nova’s eye flashed for a second. Which made his soul thrum anxiously and excitedly. Nova spread his arms beside him and summoned two really big bones taller that were than himself. One on each end of the battlefield only leaving space in the middle to pass through. But it was smaller than Roman could fit.

Sweat was breaking out of his son's face. Struggling to keep the bones summoned. Then with all his might, he swung his arms forward making them move towards the blue cat boy. Nova was shivering as he did it. And they were not moving quickly at all. But Roman had nowhere to run. Unless he wanted it to count as fleeing

The kid's eyes looked scared for a brief moment. The parents beside them trembling with probably the same feelings of wanting to step in and interrupt. But then the young boy's eyes filled with determination. And what surprised everyone he ran towards the moving bones.

“Roman?!” The blue-haired father of the boy suddenly exclaimed in panic

“What is he?!” Sans muttered worriedly.

All of them had taken a step forward. But where stopped when Toriel had held her arm out. Making them all pause. He saw the young cat monster near the gap, Surprised that Nova didn’t let the wall fall at all. Out of exhaustion, surprise, or both. No, he was shaking badly. But he kept the attack up. Heels digging into the ground. His other eye started blazing as well with the magic input. Giving up a dark-blue nearly purple glow.

Roman got closer and closer. Then he jumped and twisted his body a bit. But then…Roman just…squeezed through the widest part near the top. His body seemed to morph into just a little so that he could slip through easily. He landed on all four of his limbs before standing up with a smile. His Crown has flown off in his sprint.

Beside him, he heard a loud groan and grew worried as the tall bunny fell to his knees hand over his heart.

“Shoot…right..he’s part cat..how do I keep forgetting”

His partner laughed at him. But it had been filled with anxiety. “Dunno babe, you’ve seen him slip through tighter spaces.”

“Uugh, kindly shut up love.” the taller one said as he got back up. Still shaking lightly

His own arms were trembling. But that exchange made him grin a bit. It seems the four of them were way more terrified then. The children and the teacher in front of them.

He stared back at the battle. Both boys were panting, and also slightly shaking. The end of the battle was approaching.

“My-My…My TURN!”

Roman said in between pants. Holding his hands together. Exclaiming a shout of triumph as he suddenly held something round and white in his hands. Seemingly having conjured his own attack this time. instead of the standard bullet.

"Take this!"

The blue cat threw whatever he had made. It was a bit powdery, and flakes were falling off.

“Huh..wait what?!” the kid seemed suddenly confused. Under what Roman had just thrown, patches of ice were forming where the flakes were landing.

But it mattered little as Roman was of course now closer than he had been before. Nova had no way of avoiding the incoming snowball and threw his hands up instinctively. Making a small bone appear and it was sent hurling towards Roman as well.

“Ah!"

"No!"

Nova hadn’t been quick enough to catch the snowball and it hit him square in the face making him fall backwards. At the same time, the young cat tried to step away from the accidentally thrown bone, slipped on his own ice landing face-first into the dirt.

The feeling of a battle stopped as they both hit the ground. All four of them quickly rushed forward. But before any words were spoken by the adults

Nova had sat back up with wide star eyes, looking towards his fallen-over opponent.

“Dude you can make snow?!”

The cat monster was slowly getting up but slipped again. Falling into the dirt again, with a little groan.

“Ow…ye-yeah?”

They all stood still as Nova quickly got up and rushed over to Roman to steady him as he got up a second time. There was some dirt stuck to his fur, but he seemed fine

“That is so cool! You can have a snowball fight every day!”

The Cat boy grinned.

“Me?! What about you?! How did you make that huge attack?! Darwin is always bragging about making the biggest construct but that was way cooler! Why have you never shown it before?! “

“That was my first time doing it” Their son exclaimed proudly.

“No way!? I don’t believe you” Roman was gaping

Nova scratched the back of his head sheepishly

“I haven’t. Truly. My uncle has been trying to teach me how to make this like…Really tall bone. Just like he can. That is part of his. ‘Super cool regular attack’ But I never managed anything bigger than my leg. Let alone two! But you got me really fired up with that wild attack pattern! I just had to try!”

He let out a shaky laugh. A few seconds ago they had been at each other's throats but now they were both gushing about each other's moves. Toriel was smiling satisfied.

Right… battles were meant to forge bonds of friendships. Not like where he was from. Where everything was kill or be killed. Isn’t that why his Edge and he still sparred regularly? They might say it’s because no one else could keep up with their style of fighting. But that was just not true. It was their own form of bonding. Even if it left a lot more bruises than anything the kids here could come up with.

Nova got rid of some of the dirt on top of Roman's head.

"Also look at all this ice!", Nova pointed behind them. Continuing on excitedly "I don't think I ever saw you do that in class?"

"That has never happened before. I didn't know that. Could happen" The boy stared at the small patches of ice

"Never?"

"Never" he shook his head to confirm

"So cool!" Nova muttered. And the other boy flushed proudly.

Nova had wiped away the last of the dirt and now seemed to be absentmindedly playing with the kids' ears. Clearly finding them interesting

“I didn’t hurt you? Did I? I didn’t mean to throw that last attack!”

The young cat's ear twisted, leaning slightly into the light petting he received happily... And shook his head

“No not at all!” then seemed to pause for a moment and said with a huge toothy grin. “I’m sturdy”

Both kids burst out laughing, holding each other up through their giggles.

Toriel walked towards them and gently grasped both their shoulders. And knelt between them.

“You both did very well, I hope this has settled everything”

Both boys nodded excitedly.

“Then it is time for both of you to head home, don't you two say”

He smiled as Nova, locked eyes with them. Stars in his eyes. Clearly very eager to start gushing about what just happened.

“Uh…Nova..wait..please”

They all looked at the small cat monster, whose ears flattened as all eyes landed on him when he spoke. He clearly was surprised that everyone looked but he took a step forward and addressed their son.

“Uh…I’m…I’m sorry for calling you names all day. I just….well..” He bristled and shrugged

“Dunno…I was really convinced someone had stepped on the cape…And thought you were suggesting I was dumb. But you are pretty cool. So..yeah...Sorry..”

It was quiet around them for a couple of seconds. Before Nova rushed forward and enveloped the other monster in a hug.

“I’m sorry too. You aren't dumb. I was just trying to help. And didn't want anyone getting accused of something they didn't do”

The young cat looked happy, then guilty, and then happy again

“Hey…how about next week we play together!” He said as Nova pulled out of the hug, keeping a hold of Nova’s shoulders.

“Yeah! That be awesome! I would love to see you make that snow up close!”

“Sure!, but then you gotta try and make another big bone wall!”

“Deal!”

Both kids stepped fully out of the hug and shook hands like they just made a business deal instead of a playdate.

Before both let go and ran towards their parents. And he couldn’t help but smile at his son’s beaming face.

“Dad, Pops! Did you see how big that attack was? It was almost as big as Uncle Paps! “

It hadn’t been. But he wasn’t gonna burst that bubble. Sans chuckled picking up their excited child. And nuzzling his skull affectionately

“It sure was, little star”

He gave Nova a firm affectioned rub on his back

“Well done Starburst, Also excellent evading skills. Have you been practicing when we weren't looking”

Nova nodded.

“I let Selene and Solis throw cushions at me and avoided them!”

Oh boy…so that is why the twins were giving their parents such a hard time. He and Sans shared a look that went over their son’s head. Seemed they needed to have a conversation with their kid in the future about not Involving his younger cousins in training when they haven’t even learned to summon to control magic yet.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone! We are gonna see them this weekend right?!”

Nova swung his head between the two of them. Trying to see who would answer. Still bursting with energy that only a five-year-old can have.

He gave his son a smile

“Well, your uncle Blue is coming home early so-”

“YAy~!”

His son's cheering cut him off causing him to chuckle. Nova loved family nights, but most of all surprise family nights. And after a day like this, he was sure, his son was gonna talk everyone's ear off the second he had the chance.

They turned to face the other small family. Roman was being held against the blue bunny’s hip, much the same as Nova was. The young boy also still smiling ear to ear.

“It was nice to see you again Sans. I am sure this isn't gonna be the last” The blue bunny said with a smile.

Sans laughed,

“No, I think not. We’ll come by the shop sometime.”

Both boy's eyes widened

“Really!”

“Promise?!”

Both of them exclaimed. He sighed at the kids' enthusiasm. And he answered

“Sure, Well buy you something as a treat for an amazing fight from both of you”

The orange cat scoffed. As the kids gushed excitedly

“You might wanna make it a treat, but this one ain't gonna let you pay, and make it his own treat instead.” He pointed his thumb at his husband. Then he tried to soothe Roman's excited wriggling so he wouldn't fall out of his father's arms.

“Callied…please” The Nicecreamguy rolled his eyes.

“What I AM, right? Ain't I Felix?"

“That isn't the reason and you know it” the blue-haired guy sighed again.

“Still right you ain't gonna let them pay. Are I?"

His partner didn't deny it.

He liked the rough orange guy he decided The guy seemed fun from everything he heard him say today. Plus he respects a guy that didn’t mind calling people out on their shit. Be it good-natured or otherwise.

They all waved and said their goodbye Nova finally grew tired in Sans's hold, leaning against his chest sleepily. Not surprising with how much magic he had used. Especially for that last attack.

As Sans stood still just outside the gate. So he could hold him a bit more securely around his hip. While he tugged his son’s hoodie a bit more around him. As he slowly dozed off. Giving his skull a brief kiss. Meeting Sans's eyes for a second.

“Yeah…yeah, I know he’s fine. Not even a single hp was taken off. “

He mumbled at the unasked question

“I ain't judging you Dear. I nearly ran in myself a couple of times”

He eyed his mate again, who raised him a single browbone. Trying to dare and contradict him

“It didn’t show Sweetheart, probably for the best…for his sake”

Nova let out a soft grumble and then snoozed on.

“Probably, wouldn’t have wanted to interrupt that”

No…it was a good thing for their son to learn and fight his own battles. Friendly or otherwise. Knowing that in the future could handle himself. Even if I did now it had happened in a controlled environment. Still hard to stand there and do nothing the entire time.

He nodded. And they walked home.

Seeing his son fight had been nerve-wracking. Downright bone-chilling and made his soul give out nearly five times. But he was also damm proud he had seen it. The smile on his son’s face. The way he was now lying so satisfied in their arms. How neither He nor the young cat monster had cared who had won in the end. Both were just excited that they had been allowed to have a friendly battle at all. It all made him just that more thankful that he could have these moments.go, witness.

Little did they know then. That they hadn’t just watched their son’s first fight. They also had seen him make his very best friend

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The Return

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51228070 by Noffermans It was his move then. He took a sip. The beer was nice and cold. Perfect with the weather they were having. Better to wash away their junk food. Instead of leaning back this time. This time he tipped himself towards Red. Landing onto Reds side. It obviously shocked him. But he adjusted quickly enough. Arm wrapping around him once more. As he still wore his own grin. Not looking up he spoke up "So when are you gonna tell me we are on a date?" Red froze beside him, his mouth falling open and he could feel the hot puffs of air on his neck. or Sans returns to the Island and Red. They talk about seeing if they can get a relationship between them to work. Now that the secret is out. And he is living back home in the ocean. A direct sequel to 'Can't Stay' Words: 9356, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Kustard Mer - Au Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sans (Undertale), Sans Underfell, Red (Underfell), Papyrus (Undertale), Papyrus (Underfell), Edge (Underfell), Stretch (UnderSwap), Papyrus (Underswap), Mentioned Blue (Underswap), Mentioned Sans (Underswap) Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), Kustard, Background Papyrus/Papyrus, background spicyhoney - Relationship Additional Tags: mer-au, Fluff, Reunions, Light Angst, Getting Together, Swearing, Suggestive Themes, talk of death, secret mer Sans, Secret met Red, date, not knowing you are on a date, Making Out, getting caught in the rain read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51228070

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Hmmmmmm....so um.......what’s the spicy version ? >;) if red had the chance to get more handsy? Sorry if it’s annoying question :/ but I think sans deserves some spicy loving >:3 (referring to ur recent Drabble ) BTW love ur drabbles 😊 Your writing is so good 🤗

Spicy you ask noonie? Well... since you asked so nicely, here is a little spicy treat under the cut UwU (You aren’t being annoying for asking! If I’m not feeling up to writing spicy stuff I’ll say so, but you aren’t annoying for asking ;3)

Other parts: part one | part three | AO3 link

Below the cut is for 18+ only please! :3

The moment Sans relaxed into the kiss, Red took over, pulling Sans closer and deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced as Red’s hands continued to roam over Sans’ ecto, squeezing and pressing his claws in all the spots he knew would drive Sans crazy.

The smaller skeleton pushed on Red’s shoulders to get him to pull back, face completely flushed blue and eyelights starting to fuzz around the edges. He took a moment to catch his breath, but when he saw Red licking his teeth, eyesockets lidded and a hungry look practically devouring Sans whole, his breath hitched. He couldn’t look away, his body heating up from the intent Red was projecting his way.

He didn’t get a chance to catch his breath as Red grabbed him and spun him around with one hand, the other reaching to the nearby desk and dragging the chair towards them. Sans looked into the mirror, trying to see what Red was planning, when the bigger monster suddenly pulled him into his lap. Sans was left straddling Red’s legs, still wearing his black basketball shorts, while Red massaged his waist.

“remember yer safeword, sweetheart?” Red asked as he leaned back down to nuzzle and lick at Sans’ vertebrae.

“y-yes. *ah* blue.” Sans breathed out, leaning his head to the side to give Red more access to his neck, bones softly rattling in pleasure and anticipation.

“good boy.” Red purred out as he slipped one hand below Sans’ waistband, ghosting over the soft ecto between Sans’ ample tighs. “den i’m gonna show ya just how pretty ya are, ‘kay?”

Sans couldn’t find the words, his ecto pussy already twitching from the light touches and the promise in Red’s words, so he just frantically nodded. Red chuckled into his neck as he pressed his teeth to Sans’ neck, not biting hard enough to leave a mark, but putting enough force into it to make Sans’ breathing hitch. He was gonna enjoy this tasty treat today.

Gently, Red spread his legs, pulling Sans’ with them and spreading him wide. Sans’ breath quickened as the fabric of his shorts pressed Red’s clawed hand into his sensitive ecto magic. Red didn’t hesitate to start moving his phalanges over Sans’ folds, teasing the magic into starting to slowly get wet. Sans’ body trembled as Red teased him with one hand and used the other to continue squeezing and massaging over the rest of his ecto.

Sans let out a shaky breath, sockets closing as he tossed his head back into Red’s shoulder, trying to focus on the stimulation. His hips started to rock into Red’s hand as he chased the feeling, until suddenly Red’s hand stilled. With a whine Sans rocked his hips a little harder, trying to get Red to move again, but instead he felt Red’s hand on his chin pulling his skull forward.

“nu-uh sansy, ya gotta watch.” Red scolded, holding onto the little monsters chin firmly as he directed it to look into the mirror.

Sans’ eyelights were fuzzy and he was having trouble focusing, but he did his best to obey. He knew that Red wouldn’t let him finish until he listened and he didn’t really want to fight him on it. Even if the sight of his own body didn’t really give him a lot of comfort.

“good boy, sansy. yer bein’ so good fer me, ain’t ya?” Red purred and leaned down to nuzzle Sans’ cheek, his breath warm. “now look how pretty ya are as i make ya come undone.”

As Red said that he plunged two phalanges into Sans’ pussy, making Sans writhe in his lap over the burn. But his other hand held firm and made sure Sans saw everything. The way his ecto glistened as his body heated up, sweat spreading over it. Red’s hand moving inside his pants, a wet spot spreading around them as his pussy leaked. The way his jaw slackened as he lost himself in the pleasure, warmth spreading from his core through his ecto and bones, right down to his limbs, making his toes curl.

“yer so pretty, sansy~. look at ya. so soft and perfect.” Red continued purring into Sans’ ear, making sure that Sans was looking where he wanted him to. “yer body is mine and i ain’t lettin’ no one say nothin’ bad ‘bout it, not even ya. cause yer gorgeous. touchin’ ya makes me happy.” He backed this up by rubbing his erection into the back of Sans’ shorts, making sure Sans knew how he was affecting him. “feel dat sweetheart? yer gonna drive me insane.”

When he was sure Sans wouldn’t move his skull, Red lowered his hand back to Sans’ ecto and pressed his claws into it. It wasn’t hard enough to puncture the it, but it was enough to bruise. At the same time, he used his other hand to press deeper into Sans’s pussy, using his thumb to tease his clit. Sans’ whole body tensed as he could feel his peek getting closer.

“ya like dat?” Red chuckled as he asked. “like seein’ me all hot fer ya? fer dat pretty ecto ya have? den will ya come fer me sweetheart? show me how pretty ya are as i make ya fall apart? come on sansy. cum fer me.”

Sans didn’t need much encouragement. The moment those words left Red’s teeth, his fingers hitting Sans’ sweet spot and his thumb pressing on his clit, Sans felt the built up pressure in his core release. His pussy spasmed around Red’s phalanges, as his toes curled and his hands grabbed Red’s hand that was still pressing into his ecto.

He could see it all.

His own blissed out expression as his climax was drawn out by Red’s skilled hands. The way Red looked at him with pure adoration and lust. The gentle pets over his ecto as Red eased him down from the peek. And he could feel a wet spot pressing into his back. Red came. He came from watching Sans and touching his ecto.

Sans’ skull was flushed a bright blue, breaths coming hard as he tried to wrap his skull around all of that. But his eyelids were getting heavy and he was having a hard time keeping his sockets open.

Red must have noticed, because he leaned down to leave a chaste skeleton kiss on Sans’ cheek as he lifted him up and started carrying him out of the room. The smaller monster didn’t have the energy to form words so he just let out an inquiring whine hoping Red would understand.

“heh, clean up before bed.” Red snorted out, obviously very proud of himself.

Sans just scoffed in his general direction as he made himself comfortable in Red’s arms. Let the big bonehead do the work since he was the one to cause the mess, right?

... he’ll have to find a way to pay him back later.

Sans decided to start by leaving his ecto summoned while they napped.

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This almost ended up with Sans riding Red, but I figured Sansy needed some nice loving after the whole self-depreciation episode and deserved to have all focus on him ;3

And Red did get a good reward! Naptime cuddles with Sans having his ecto body summoned! >:3

I hope you liked noonie! It’s been a while since I wrote smut so it probably has a few mistakes, but I hope it’s stil good.

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