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After The Break
(A/N: After MONTHS of not being confident enough to continue, I’m happy to say I’m giving myself another chance. HERE WE GO.)
Sans fidgeted nervously in the ER lobby, He’d been assured multiple times that his Rian was fine, but…
The doors opened, and out came Rian and Toriel. Sans’ relief was palpable as he forced himself to walk, not teleport-- he’d been warned not to use any void magic near the hospital equipment-- over to the young human. A neon green cast was on the kid’s arm.
“stars, kid. are ya okay? they said ya had a broken… ya know.”
Rian, all smiles, hugged the poor skeleton. “It’s not as bad as it sounds… see?” Rian waved the offending arm around a bit. “This is my second time with this arm. I’ll be fine in a handful of weeks boneboy.”
The skeleton squinted. Rian rolled his eyes.
“Look… I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? This happens to humans all the time. Especially humans in sports… and it’s only a hairline fracture. The cast is… basically just a formality. I landed wrong. Next time, I’ll be better.”
Sans grumbled, rubbed his face, then sighed. “you humans, i swear… alright. i’ll try to… not worry.” He frowned. “but you can’t stop me from doting on you.”
Rian nodded and kissed Sans’ cheek-- when had he gotten brave enough to be affectionate in front of strangers?-- The human smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, boneboy.”
Not even 24 hours later, Rian was regretting his words. Sans, already a very protective and loving person, was very close to causing Rian to beat his head into a wall.
“Sans.”
“hnng?”
“I broke my arm. I can walk just fine.”
The teenager was squinting as a fold-up wheelchair that, for some reason, was sitting in the bone-brother’s coat closet.
“that’s just in case.”
“In case of WHAT?”
The skeleton snorted, looking oddly smug. “in case you break your leg. i’m not worrying. i’m just doting and taking precautions.”
Rian groaned. It was going to be a LONG handful of weeks.
It’s Magic!
(A/N: Inspired by some grievances I’ve seen some of my friends have.)
Rian had done his best. Like a good friend, he’d held it in. He’d stayed in his lane. But he’d known the skeletons for MONTHS now, and the question finally came flowing out.
“Sans.”
“hnng?”
“You know I love you, right? Like… a LOT?”
“of course i do. i love you too, kiddo.”
A few more minutes of silence.
“Sans.”
“hnng?”
“Can I ask a question?”
“sure thing, babe.”
“How do you DO that?”
The skeleton, about to take another bite out of a sandwich, simply grinned. No. He SMIRKED.
“why Rian, i have no idea what you mean.”
“Sans you know damn well what I mean. How does that even work?”
A wheeze as the sandwich was put back down on the plate.
“magic.”
“You have been systematically shoving scientific theory down my throat for MONTHS, you can’t just say the word ‘magic’ and expect that to be a satisfying answer!”
The skeleton smiled. “fair enough… maybe the food is magically digested and turned into latent energy, kind of like your body? or maybe i’m just using void magic to teleport the food somewhere because i’m an asshole?”
Rian groaned as his boyfriend snickered. “Saaaaaaaaans!”
“yeeeees?”
“You know I won’t let this go...”
“hnnng… okay then. i’ll answer your question… when we get married.”
The human blushed and hid his face behind his cast. “Uuuuuugggh...”
Rian decided maybe he just shouldn’t ask questions anymore.
Culture Shock
(A/N: Tired of the discourse.)
Sans watched as Rian’s face darkened more and more. This happened sometimes when the kid was reading things on the internet, but with the broken arm leaving Rian without much to do, it seemed to be happening more and more.
“hey uh… you okay over there kiddo?”
Sans’ voice seemed to snap the human out of it, and Rian blushed. “Oh! Uh. Yeah. Just… reading.”
Sans sighed. “scoot over. if it’s got ya that worked up, i wanna know what ya’s reading.”
Not one to usually argue, Rian obliged, and a few minutes later, Sans understood the problem.
“so lemme get this straight, this… “person of color” doesn't want white 8 year olds to have birthday parties themed after disney princesses with a different skin color than them?”
“Yep.”
“that’s ridiculous!”
“Yep.”
“i mean, for one the kid’s 8. let them have the damn party. who they even hurtin?”
“EXACTLY!”
“and for another, what’s the point in tellin the kid no? is the entire culture gonna get wiped off the face of the planet because a white 8 year old liked it? on the contrary, that’s a good thing! i mean… i can’t speak much, i ain’t a human, but you all seem to fight way too much because of differences like skin color. isn’t it better to let the kids learn about other cultures?”
“You’d think so...”
“i don’t know what website you’re on, but it’s obviously not a good place to hang out if there’s people telling somebody to hurt themselves just cause some poor lil kid wants a disney birthday party.”
“Tell me about it...”
Not Quite Safe For Work
(A/N: JUST SOME FLUFF YAY. If you aren’t comfortable with NSFW, you might consider skipping.)
It was another movie date, and Sans and Rian were curled up together on the skelebro’s couch watching the TV. They had just finished watching Insidious, and they were settling down for some Doctor Who Christmas Special reruns, when a boney hand touched Rian’s thigh. Then there was a kiss. Then there was tongue. Then there were teeth. Before Rian knew it he was on his back, making some embarrassing noises while his neck got attacked.
If Sans wasn’t good, Rian didn’t know what good was...
It had been a fair amount of time since Rian and Sans had their first real “sexual encounter”, and Rian was becoming more and more comfortable with being open with the skeleton. His guard was down, and his pants were being unbuttoned…
And then the door creaked open.
“SANS! I AM HOOOOME!”
Papyrus’ voice went from being very close, to being on the other side of the apartment as Rian found himself on a bed-- Sans’ bed, presumably-- in a pitch black room.
“Ohmygods Sans we forgot to lock the door.”
The skeleton snickered. “i guess we did… hold on. i’ll go handle Pap.”
The only real indication Rian had that Sans was gone was the flash from his bracelet. He sat in the dark and listened.
“OH, BROTHER, THERE YOU ARE! SHALL I GO AHEAD AND START MAKING DINNER? I WAS THINKING MEATLOAF… DOES MEATLOAF SOUND GOOD TO YOU, RIAN?”
A long moment of silence as Rian felt his heart drop into his stomach, then some muffled words that could only have come from Sans, then Papyrus spoke again.
“HONESTLY, HOW THICK DO YOU THINK MY SKULL IS BROTHER? OF COURSE I KNOW THAT YOU AND THE HUMAN GET CLOSE WHILE I’M OUT. WHY DID YOU THINK I LEAVE TO GO SEE METATON, INSTEAD OF BRINGING HIM OVER TO ANNOY YOU AND GET YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE LIKE I USED TO? COME OUT RIAN, I KNOW YOU’RE HERE. I LITERALLY SAW YOU GUYS ON THE COUCH.”
It took Rian a bit to work up the courage, but eventually he stumbled his way to the door and peeked out. Sure enough, Papyrus was there, tapping his foot, next to a brightly blushing Sans.
“YOU BOTH REALLY THINK I’M BLIND, DON’T YOU? I WOULD BE INSULTED… EXCEPT I KNOW YOU BOTH MEAN WELL, AND I AM A GREAT BROTHER. COME ON RIAN. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU. YOU CAN HELP ME COOK!”
(A/N: Whoops! FAKEOUT.)