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NOT CANON CHRISTMAS SPECIAL BUT YOU SHOULD STILL READ IT IT'S REALLY FUCKING CUTE!!!!
“Merry Christmas!” You shouted the moment the door opened, holding the christmas present in your hands out in front of you.
Sans stood on the other side of the opened door, eyes wide in shock and amusement. He snickered, leaning against the door for support, “Did you really just knock on the door of your own house just so I could have a new experience?”
“Absolutely. Now grab your present, let me in, and open it, you dork.” You winked, wiggling the present in the air. Sans laughed again, grabbing the present and motioning for you to enter your own house. You grinned, waltzing into the house and heading over to the christmas tree, the skeleton close behind, shaking his head.
“Of all the ‘christmas experiences’ you think i’ve missed out on, why did you start with that one, though?”
“It was easiest.” You shrugged, kneeling on the ground next to the fireplace, and grabbing the nearby lighter, “I’ve got a list christmas experiences the length of Papyrus, and I gotta start somewhere! Plus, the last save-point Frisk made has me out and about and you taking care of the house, soooo.... ”
“Touche, touche,” Sans trailed off, sitting down on the couch and picking at the edges of the present. As he dug a tipped bone under the tape, you grabbed the gas-key next to the fireplace, and plugged it into the wall, giving it a soft twist. “So Frisk and the gang are gonna be here in a couple of hours, after Frisk takes care of another check,” Sans made small talk as he slowly picked at the wrapping paper, hoping you’d turn around and express annoyance at his meticulous approach to opening the gift.
“Mmm,” You were barely listening, hand still twisting the gas key as you messed with the lighter, trying to get it to actually light, “that’s nice...”
“...they’ve decided to ride in on the boulder today. Thought it’d save gas.”
“Mmhmm, mmhmm. Gah, why won’t you light?”
“Cuz, you know, boulders are rocks.”
“Oh, cool. Shit maybe I need a new one....”
“Rocks? C’mon, rocks? Like, spongebob?”
“Huh?” You finally looked up, raising an eyebrow at him, hand limp on the gas-key.
“I was, Y’know... I was making a reference to... with the rock...” He blubbered a bit, picking at the wrapping paper more as you shook your head in confusion. He sighed, “Never mind.”
You snorted, “Sorry, man, I wasn’t listening, I guess.” You shrugged, turning back to the fireplace.
“No duh.” He laughed, rolling his eyes and finally pulling off the top bit of the present. Oh look. A box.
“Rude.” You sounded overly offended, waving the lighter in the air for a moment before finally dropping it, and leaning to the side, trying to grab a little matchbox on the other side of the fireplace, hand still holding down the gas-key.
“Well, it’s rude to not listen to your guest, so now we’re even.” He reasoned. You shrugged, finally reaching the matchbox, pushing it open with one hand, and grabbing a little matchstick. Sans felt himself go cold, “Hey, isn’t that stick a little, uhh, small to be sticking into a fireplace?”
“Pffhh nahhhhh,” You wiggled the stick in the air for a moment, “I’ve been doing this for years. It’ll be fine! It’s a really low, steady flow of gas at the bottom. A little light’ll just start the flames.” You swiped the matchstick on the brick below your knees, lighting the tip, and then slowly bringing it to the fireplace.
“Yeah but you’ve been holding onto that gas-key for quite a whi-”
WHOOSH!
Fire blew out of the fireplace in a quick, human-sized fireball, making you screech and flail backwards, landing on your butt and skidding backward a few feet. Sans dropped his present, standing and taking half a step toward you.
“Oh shit are you ok-” He paused when you lifted a hand. The fireball, just as quick as it was there, was gone, leaving behind just a frozen you, and a fearing Sans. After a few seconds, the hand that was in the air, halting Sans’ movement trailed toward your face, patting around it for a moment. Sans could feel sweat dripping down his forehead, “Hey, bud, c’mon, say something.”
You laughed.
It confused him at first, the soft giggle that spilled from your lips, and then worried him seconds later when your little giggles turned into full gut-wrenching bellows. “What’s so funny!? You’re worrying me!”
“I just- I- I can’t... We keep getting in hairy situations... and-haha- brow is no different!” You finally turned around, face filled with childish amusement, mouth wide in a grin, eyebrows completely singed off. Surrounding your face was a halo of charred, frizzy hair. Your wide, glittering eyes completed the whole ‘mad scientist’ look, and Sans couldn’t stop the snort that erupted.
Or the bellows of laughter, to be honest.
He dropped to his knees, hugging his stomach as he laughed, and laughed, and laughed. You followed suit, dropping onto your back and covering your eyes with your elbow.
“Oh lords my cheeks hurt!” You giggled.
“From the fire or from laughing?” Sans asked, laughing too hard to sound worried.
“Laughing! Laughing!” You snickered, your laughs nearly silent now as you ran out of breath. “Oh my god oh my g o d I have a fiery personality!”
“HAH!” Sans nearly collapsed on the floor, if it weren’t for the fact that he was suddenly sitting at the dining room table, his morning coffee in front of him.
He blinked, looking at the coffee for a moment, still laughing, ish.
He was sure, when you came back, you’d bypass the fireplace.
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“TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY!
FA LA LA LA LAAAAA, LA LA LAA LAAAAAA!!!”
“Oh my god, christmas carolling this time?”
“Why not?”
“There’s only one of you! It’s not the same!”
“Yeah, but I have enough personality for at least 5 people,” You wiggled your eyebrows, pulling your hands out of the cliche- hand warming cylinder that carollers wear. Sans looked you up and down, chuckling.
“Where did you even get that outfit with all your clothing in here?” He inquired. You were wearing, also, the cliche caroller outfit, snow-poncho, bonnet, skirt and all.
“I bought them!”
“From where?!?!”
“Exactly where I got your present!” You grinned, holding out a different present than the one you gave him before the fireplace incident, “JC Penney is a dual-use store!” You grinned, holding the present out.
“That would explain why it took longer for you to get here than last time...” Sans smiled, grabbing the present, and motioning for you to enter your own home, this time with a little bow. You curtseyed, and walked in, looking at the christmas tree and fireplace for a moment before shaking your head.
“How about Hot Chocolate this time?” You asked, gingerly touching your eyebrows.
“Hot Chocolate sounds perfect, provided you remember our, ah, arrangement.”
“Yeah, yeah, I remember. No whipped cream within a 15 foot radius of your face ,” you mumbled.
“Thank you.”
“Killjoy....” You kicked the ground for a moment, pulling a snicker from Sans. The two of you headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll make the chocolate,” You offered, motioning toward the table, “You just relax, okay?”
“I’ve got no problem with that,” Sans shrugged, relaxing in a chair as you pulled out a pot, milk, and chocolate.
Milk in pot. Pot on stove. Stove on medium hot. Chocolate ready to be poured into milk.
Easy as pie. You looked over at Sans, watching him stretch his arms behind his head, and close his eyes. You smiled, heart growing warm. Having someone here, relaxing with you, without you feeling like you were going through the same scripts...
And with specifically HIM, SANS, to be honest. Sweet, relaxed, calming Sans. Easily worried but not easily agitated, smooth, deep voiced Sans. Pun loving, understanding, teleporting Sans...
You... You didn’t want this to change. You didn’t think you could go back...
You realized you loved both him and Frisk nearly 7 years worth of loads ago. Loved him like family. Loved him like a close, irreplaceable friend. Loved him like you couldn’t live without him. Frisk had a certain check that they just. Couldn’t. Get! They needed Sans’s help to get from one side of the city to the next over 20 separate times in 3 days, so he hotel-hopped with Frisk. Helped Frisk. He was gone for months. You didn’t know what to do without them. You couldn’t go back to scripted people. You couldn’t do much other than... well... wait.
When they came back, you demanded that they move in with you, so when they had to be gone for months at a time, at least they would be home for the night.
The three of you fell asleep in a cuddle-nest of blankets in your room, you clutching to both of them with tears in your eyes and a smile on your face.
You realized you loved Sans nearly 3 years worth of loads ago, when that crazy person tried to kill Frisk, and he jumped in front of the bullet, and you felt your own heart turn to dust with his body.
Sure, he was back literally hours later, but seeing him... You took a breath.... Seeing him die, seeing the pain wash across his face, seeing his eyes scan the area till he found you, seeing the serene smile that blinked across his face before he faded away....
The night after he came back, you kicked Frisk out of the normal post-load cuddle fest, and held Sans closer than you ever had before. He consoled you, running his hands up and down your back, kissing your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks, your tears. He told you he was fine. That it barely hurt. That he wouldn’t leave you. That he couldn’t leave you. That he loved you.
And your heart felt warmer than it ever had. You wanted right then to catch his lips against yours, to kiss him until he realized you loved him too, but so much different, and so much more.
You took a breath, shaking your thoughts away, and let out a sigh. This was enough for you, your little family. You couldn’t ask for more, not when eternity was so unpredictable... You opened the fridge, wondering if you had some sweets to go with the hot chocolate, when something caught your eye in the corner.
Oh.
Oh you had to.
Seconds later, you were above Sans, one of your hands softly touching his cheek, eyes half lidded, the other hand sneakily behind your back.
“ Sans ,” You whispered, face a few inches from his. His eyes flicked open quicker than you’d ever seen them, the little lights tiny and bright, staring straight at you. His mouth parted, a bit of breath washing over your neck.
“Y-yeah?” He asked, voice wavering a bit. You hesitated, looking away from him for a moment, swallowing.
“I, I wanted to, uhh... to say something...” Your eyes flicked back to him, watching his expression twist a bit, and then release in... realization? Shit! No! Dial up the sexy! “to do something... but...” You paused, watching the little lights in his eyes grow in intensity, his agape mouth twisting into something like a smile, but more... confidant. Oh fuck he’s not backing up. Why isn’t he backing up?
“Mmm?” He asked, voice deeper. Your heart skipped a beat, but the hard object in your hand kept you determined. He’s just rising to the challenge. It’s a game of chicken now. You can do this. You can do this.
“I- I’m not sure... if you’ll...” You trailed off, biting your lip and looking away from him.
A skeletal hand touched your cheek, pulling your eyes back to him. “I can assure you, whatever you’re about to do,” His eyes grew lidded, “I’ll be okay.”
“O-okay...” You took a soft breath in, and then quickly whipped out your other hand, aiming the tip of the whipped cream can straight for his nasal cavity.
He saw it half a second too soon, and recoiled, yelping and flailing backwards, trying to get away from the offending object. You leaned forward with him, already laughing, when the chair Sans was leaning back in tipped too far, and both of you were f a l l i n g-
He flailed, slamming his hand into the table, and knocking over his-
His coffee?
He looked around for a moment, finding no sign of you, no sign of whipped cream: just a knocked over coffee-cup and a very freaked out Sans.
He blinked, looking at his coffee, not laughing this time.
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“I’m sorry!”
“Nope.”
“C’mon, Sans, it’s been 45 minutes, let me in!”
“Nope. You broke the restraining order.”
“I’m SORRY! It won’t happen again, I promise!”
“You said that last time!”
“I won’t buy whipped cream anymore. I’ll give up whipped cream for you, just let me iiiiinnn!”
“Wow, are you whipped or what?”
“Shutup and let me in! I’m sorry!”
“No can do, sweets. You’ve broken the trust of your skele-friend. Looks like you’re sleeping on the roof tonight.”
“I can unlock the door with my magic, you know, I’m just playing along for your sake.”
“Can your magic move a chair wedged under the handle?”
“You mother FUCKER! Let me in!”
“Let me spray whipped cream in your nose.”
“Sans no, that’s gross.”
“Gee, hypocrite much?”
“I’M SORRY!”
“Not accepted. Tibia honest-”
“OH MY GOD NO DON’T USE THAT PUN YOU’VE USED THAT LIKE 4 BILLION TIMES!”
“Alright this house is officially mine now.”
“SANS!”
“Okay. I’ll let you in without the whipped cream up the nose, but only if you promise to do everything I say for a whole day.”
“Sans that is so JUVENILE do you REALLY think I’m going to agree to that? What are you, three?”
“Possibly.”
“Y’know what? There’s more than one way to skin a cat!”
“You gotta be kitten me!”
“...”
“Y’know, kitten?”
“...”
“Bud?”
CA-CHICK! SCREEE!
“Ah shit, the garage!”
“AHAHAHA! YOU CANNOT WIN IN MY OWN HOME!!! OH fuck. Teleportation. Right. That’s a thing... Aaand so is telekinesis. Really? You’re gonna just float me outside again?”
“Yup.”
“That cheating.”
“Yup.”
“You piece of shit.”
“Yup.”
SLAM!
“AND you slam my garage door!?!?”
“Yup.”
“I hate you.”
“See ya’ next load, sweets!”
“I HATE YOU!”
“Merry christmas!”
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You didn’t come home for the next load. Sans felt guilty.
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You didn’t come home for the load after that. Sans felt very guilty.
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
The door opened immediately to reveal a very snarky looking you.
“Do you feel properly guilty now?”
SLAM!
Sans didn’t feel guilty anymore.
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
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“Sans? I bought ketchup...”
Click. Sqeeeaak.
“I’m sorry...” You grimaced guiltily, “I really truly promise I won’t do it again.”
Sans held out his pinky.
You took it in your own without hesitation, squeezing your pinky around his and bouncing it up and down for a few moments. Sans seemed placated, and nodded his head toward the inside of the house. You took the invitation, walking in with the costco sized ketchup bottle in your arms. You handed it to Sans, and he quickly floated it toward the dining-room table, and pulled you into a hug, laughing. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his back, and tucking your face into his clavicle, nuzzling.
“It was funny, at least, hearing you beg to be let into your own house,” He reasoned, and you snickered.
“You’re still a cheater.”
“Yup.” He squeezed you closer for a moment, and you felt loved. You took a soft breath in, and let it out in a relaxed sigh.
Sans smelled good, like old paper and faded cologne.
“Wanna watch a movie while waiting for everyone else?”
“That sounds safe,” Sans joked, resting his chin on the top of your head. You laughed, pushing him away with a half-second of regret, and then heading toward the couch. Sans followed close behind, and, when you found a seat on the couch, sat right next to you, your thighs touching his. You laughed lightly as he threw an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into his side. “Y’know,” He started, turning his face toward you, and leaning in a bit.
His eyes were half-lidded, his face inches from yours. He whispered your name, his arm around your shoulder holding you close. You forgot how to breath; your heart forgot how to beat.
“Y-yeah?” You spluttered, face getting hot. His mouth parted and you took a soft breath in, feeling his breath wash over your face.
“Earlier, when you were this close to me... It reminded me...” His teeth pulled into a sultry smile, the lights in his eyes dimmed. His cheeks were a deep blue. “I wanted to say something...”
The hand not around your shoulder touched your face, softly cupping your cheek.
“Well, more do something,” he leaned closer; you felt his teeth barely brushing your lips, like a feather, for a millisecond. Your mind short-circuited.
“Uhh,” you took a breath in.
“But,” He paused, his thumb brushing against your cheek, “I’m not sure if you’ll...”
“You’re-... You’re using my w-...words against me...” You stuttered, face bright red.
“I love you, Three.”
“I love you too...”
“No, listen for just a moment.” He squeezed you closer, the sultry look in his eyes fading away for a moment, replaced by serious concentration. You fell silent, getting lost in his breath painting across your face, and the sharp focus of his eye-lights. He took a breath in; you felt his chest rise against your side. “I want to go to bed with you every night, and wake... wake up with you in the morning. No matter how we load, I want to have you in my arms. I want to...” He paused, his eyes flickering to your lips for a moment,and you felt heat jolt through your whole body. “I want to kiss you...” He trailed off, as if he had more to say, but had gotten lost in his words, and gave up.
Instead, he just breathed, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, waiting for a response. A reaction.
You hesitated.
The lights in Sans’s eyes dimmed, and he looked down, slowly backing away from you, “I’m sorr-”
“We’re stuck in eternity!” You interjected, leaning forward a bit, grabbing the hand on your cheek to stop him from retreating more. He stopped, letting his eyes fall on you again. You paused for a moment, face hot. “I-... If we start this... a relationship... and it doesn’t go well... I could lose you...”
The way Sans’s face melted at your words, the way he relaxed, the way his smile morphed into one of understanding, soothed your soul more than you thought possible. He whispered your name, letting it hug you like a soft blanket, “You will never lose me...” He breathed, pulling you closer, pressing his forehead against yours, “even if, this,” He motioned between the two of you, “doesn’t work, you’ll never lose me as a friend.” The hand on your cheek shifted around until he could wrap his pinky around yours. He squeezed it, rocking it slightly up and down. “I promise.”
You let all the air in your lungs out in one happy huff, and tears tickled your eyes. Sans smiled, his hand releasing your pinky and wiping below your eye. You laughed breathlessly, and grabbed his hand again, “I love you too, Sans.”
His smile widened, his eyes dimmed into something you could only describe as love, hopefully eternal love, and he leaned forward.
He didn’t have to move much; you met his lips half-way.