Fallen Down Into Deaths Embrace.

Yo it's time for my uber autism to lose it, I'm gonna be working on my own interpretations on Soul stuff with humans and monsterssss yooooo

RAAAAUGGHHHH I LOVE WHEN I SEE YOUR DRAWINGS. THEY'RE SO COOL AND I LIKE HOW YOU DREW DUST I HOPE YOU HAD FUN AND STUFF DRAWING THE TWO :-)))

Btw I'm writing that Killer x Siren content pls let me know if you want something in particular from it because so far it's pirate Killer being saved by Siren reader :-))

@skeleton-mischief so this took me longer then expected and I haven’t even drawn more then two characters

dust sans actually has some design

Sans is just sans.

… I have drawn dust more then some of my OCs (that sound kinda bad when out of context)

dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale

I'VE BEEN TWEAKING BECAUSE I HIT A WAVE OF LETHARGY AND WHEN I SAW MY DRAFT I NEARLY SHIT OUT BRICKS IN HORROR. I AM EXCITED TO SEE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WRITING

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and so your naturally stern expression softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. He wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh? He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion. He promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he father's based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with ordinary men or monsters like him, not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic left his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. "It's Pitch." You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask, repeat it just the same to him to remember. He wanted to pry further, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders. He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asks dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest. Now what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. "Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes.

"A Human who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find a sharp jab, and instead he pauses his ruthless running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it. They're not built for the seas." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

.

.

From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

I tried to do research! I appreciate it, vamp! And if you made art I'd probably start doing summersaults teeheehehe

I love Cyperus even if I can't see him as a top tier flirt. He definitely can make someone flustered, but he's from a source of goofy and sincere charm. I love him sm. ALSO-!!!!!! I'M HALFWAY DONE WITH THE OTHER ASK, THANK YOU SM VAMP‼️

Another ask, omg who is doing all of these?!?

A martial arts master y/n, who does tournaments and runs her own school. One day, a very tall and hyperactive skeleton shows up. (Undertale Papyrus) Too skilled for the other students in the class, you come face to face with a new sparring partner. He seems very friendly. And, in a strange way, kind of flirty too?

btw i do taekwondo so feel free to ask any questions regarding martial arts if need be! :)

Oooh this is fascinating! I've never done taekwondo writing before but I'm eager to try it out! I hope you find that this is up to standard :-)

It always went in one direction, always forward, towards the end. All offense and most importantly focus upon the opponent.

No holding back. After all, he'll manage, he always does.

You formed your hands in a tight grip, launching yourself at him. You dug your fingers into the bicep of the swinging arm and ripped at the cloth while striking the forearm on the same side, straight in with the heel of the palm. Next, you pressed into your advantage as his eyes shrank a fraction, your hand darting towards his neck and pushing with your fingertips striking and temporarily closing his windpipe.

Knees bent, weight forward on the balls of your feet, head lowered. Cyperus glared up at you, straightening into a matching stance. Their eyes locked. Focus. With a yell, you threw a kick at Cyperus's head. He ducked, sliding easily into a leg-sweep, knocking your support from underneath.

The ground smashed into your back, forcing the air from your lungs in a rushing wheeze. You rolled backwards to your feet, still fighting against the tightness in your chest. Cyperus closed in on you, pushing his advantage, legs flying. You blocked as many of the blows as you could, his legs jarring before you twisted it around to him, hands striking his sockets every time you did.

He grunted as you moved towards a kick, watching his foot slide back as he barely avoided the blow. Unfortunately for him, his balance was momentarily weakened due to the sudden movement as he staggered backwards. Cyperus was off balance, he knew it, but before he could do anything you were already lunging forward. There was nothing for it. He couldn't block anything while he was still off-balance.

In a fraction of a second, you lined up your shoulder with Cyperus. You could see the unprotected area on his stance where you would strike. Your left foot forwards, you brought your back foot to the front and shot out. From there you had all the time in the world. All you had to do was turn so your other side faced your opponent, wait for gravity to start pulling him down, and then shoot your right leg out in a straight line, sailing cleanly upon impact with his long legs. Dead center, and down he went.

To finish off, you lowered down your foot into normal stance as your breathing felt even yet heavy. Your eyes stared down at the skeleton, before your voice rang out.

"Stop!"

And with that, you finished your sparring. Your students stared as they say silently, eyes glued to the both of you. Cyperus, stood up into proper stance as his chest heaved. Sweat covered his skull as he panted, his body only slouched temporarily before he straightened his spine. He bowed low and so did you, before you walked towards him. You smiled, offering your hand towards him as he stood at attention.

"Cyperus, I find that you've clearly done well. We'll need to practice some more with sparring, but you clearly have had practice before." Your tone softened as he accepted your hand, his phalanges showing a slightly orange glow. In between each bone a faint, entrancing light would catch your attention. Despite the fight, he smelled of sickly sweet citrus due to what you expected to be magic.

He grinned, panting in between each word. "YES! haah, I HAVE! I haah APPRECIATE Y-YOUR PRAISE! haaah..." You lead him towards a distant table that provided water, handing it to him as you looked up to him. Despite the fact that he was a skeleton, he clearly has a shape to him. He was broad chested with more narrow hip bones, tall with almost lanky limbs attached. When he was using magic, he smelled of citrus, only now was it accompanied with sweat.

He had decided to become a member of your school only a few months ago, but he proved himself to be a worthy student. Not only did he have strong integrity and respect, but he was also very kind. Outside of work, he was actually a very good friend to you. Or at least acquaintances? You were busy pretty often, having to decline his offers frequently. He never minded, but he always left you feeling fuzzy and slightly lightheaded.

He cocked his head back and tilted the bottle towards his mouth, a faint glow of a tongue visible to your eyes. You averted your stare, especially since you found it embarrassing. After taking a swig, you did the same, the two of you feeling slightly sore but perfectly in tact. He leaned against the table with his phalanges clacking against the flat surface, his head tilted to the side. "HEY, I WAS WONDERING SOMETHING,"

You hummed out questionably, acknowledging him to continue. "ARE YOU FREE THIS SATURDAY?" You sputtered slightly at the personal question, the water you were drinking spilling slightly onto the floor. He quickly handed you a paper towel, a laugh escaping him as his magic was starting to dim through his bones. "AH-! MY APOLOGIES, WAS THAT TOO FORWARD?"

You accepted the help as he towered over you as you crouched down, not looking at him as you felt warmth forming up on your cheeks and ears that weren't from sparring. "W-well, it's certainly not a question I expected. But uhm- no, no I'm not. Why? You felt like your heart was pumping even louder in your ears as you wiped away the mess, your spine straightened up like tension on a string begging to be plucked as you tossed the paper towel in the trash.

"WELL-....I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU'RE WILLING TO HAVE LUNCH? WITH ME?" You turned your head at his slowly softening voice, struck silent as your mouth went dry. Oh. oh. Oh, wow. Okay. You could see that there was a wave of uncertainty in his voice, the slight waver as he smiled at you a little more nervously. Despite the confidence that this skeleton upheld, this was one of the few moments he seemed unsure of himself.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF NOT, I THINK THAT GETTING TO KNOW YOU THOUGH WOULD BE AN HONOR. JUST AS FRIENDS? I KNOW IT CAME OFF AS WEIRD," He looked a little hopeful as he clasped his hands together and held it to his chest. If it weren't for the fact that it was him, you would've had your doubts. He simply looked so sincere, and the idea that he wanted to spend time with you filled your body with a tingling sensation.

You hardly built relationships with others outside of your passionate work, especially since it was one of the main points you could build control with full confidence. You sucked at socializing otherwise. You debated saying no, simply because you didn't want to look stupid when you tried so hard to remain composed during hours.

But on the other hand....

You couldn't lie to yourself, and you knew it. He was...charming, and if anyone was willing to spend time with you of all people? You found that your smile was dorky, lopsided as you spoke before you could change your mind. "No! No it's not weird, hah-! Uh... I'd-.... I'd like to. Yes, I want to." You finally found your voice near the end of the sentence, clapping your hands together out of habit for finalization.

He brightened up at this, smiling wide as that confidence that he had now flooded back. He clapped his hands with delight, the edges of his eye sockets scrunching up. "OH YAY!! THANK YOU, I PROMISE TO ONLY PROVIDE THE BEST. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE PICKED UP OR...?" He offered, one of his hands gesturing towards nothing in particular as a grand expression.

You couldn't help but keep smiling at the offer, but you put one hand up in a stop motion. "No, that won't be necessary, but I appreciate it Cyperus." He dramatically bowed, one of his wrists twirling his hand. "OH BUT OF COURSE. WHY DON'T WE MEET UP DOWNTOWN?" "Sounds like a plan! Thank you, really."

He leaned forward, towering over you just slightly before he took your hand gently in his own. You smelled a slight hint of citrus, but before you realized it, you felt a tingling jolt in your hand as he nuzzled his teeth against your hand. You felt that your ears were just as warm as your face as you stiffened upon the contact, your hand feeling a slight hum. What was-...?

"NO, THANK YOU," He murmured, craddling your hand as his thumb rubbed over the backside. "I FEEL HONORED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER WITH YOU. I DO HOPE THAT YOU FIND ME JUST AS AMAZING AS I FIND YOU." The edges of his mandibles curved up as the softness of his bone felt smooth against you. Oh, oh...oh stars. You felt lightheaded, your voice strained as you spoke. "I-I see..."

You were going to pass out on the spot. He simply let out a chuckle, straightening back up as his hand slipped away from yours. "You're too sweet, Cyperus." You muttered, and he puffed his chest at this. "OBVIOUSLY. HOW CAN I BE THE AMAZING CYPERUS IF I AM ANYTHING BUT HONEST?" He strided over to the cubbies near the entrance, slinging his bag over his shoulders as he waved to you. "I'M OFF TO GO PREPARE FOR TOMORROW, GET HOME SAFELY, ALRIGHT?" You mumbled a response in acknowledgement, though your brain felt overwhelmed.

As he left, you felt that you were subconsciously rubbing your fingers over the area he nuzzled on your hand. You didn't realize that you were standing there for however long you did, but you couldn't help it. He made you feel soft, and he made you feel...good. That's going to be a problem. You heard one of your students call to you, and you rolled your shoulders back as you clapped your hands.

Ah...back to work.

Closing Notes: oh I've been so damn busy over here. I had testing, so I apologize if this took longer than anticipated! I'll be finishing up the other ask when I can, but I hope you liked this @vamppiko

Solar Eclipse

How would each skeleton react to a Solar Eclipse? Especially if the other skeletons and you were around? Well, let's see. To note, this does not include the Fellswap!G brothers but it does include tale, fell, swap, horror, and both swapfells. There is even a surprise for one more at the end ;)

Vanilla: He would be one of the few to know about what a solar eclipse is in the first place. He wanted to show the others a rare sight, and he even provided glasses for the others. He would find it neat, and as he sipped on a glass of lemonade, he noticed Cyperus holding your hand. He finds it cute and winks at you playfully, raising his glass. He doesn't mind that you're occupied, especially since he can occupy his time teasing Red. He enjoys seeing how everyone is reacting, even if some of them were dragged to participate

Cyperus: He panicked when he was told that the sun was going to disappear. At first, he grabbed Pitch and shook him, shouting about the end of all light. Of course, it was you who had to grab him and reassure him. He would turn to look at Vanilla for confirmation, but he'd end up relaxing. He gets a little nervous, and he would ask if you'd let him hold your hand when it happens. He would find your presence comforting, especially since his anxiety would make him unsure. He would be thankful, though. The moment he finds himself in awe, he shakes you with excitement before pointing at it and shouting about how cool it is

Powder: He would have learned about it because Stretch was rambling about it when they were underground. Stretch has a love for planets, and it would make him happy to know that his brother gets to finally see one. He would provide drinks for everyone, organizing everything. He'd take you aside for a moment and ask if you'd help make sure the others aren't losing their shit. He mentions that Saint will most likely be the most nervous about it. He admits that he plans to make sure the others have a good time, even if he has to drag some of the others out. He finds the solar eclipse to be... beautiful, even if he was a little flustered seeing how pretty you looked when you gazed upon the sky. He gets teased a bit, especially by Razz, but he responds by elbowing his ribcage, muttering for him to shut up. The two end up getting a bit argumentative, but it's less intense since Carmine smacks Razz's skull and Powder tries to prevent further fighting

Stretch: He's the MOST excited out of everyone. Instead of stars being his special interest like Vanilla, it would be planets. He would be rambling to you about it and even get Cash and Rus to be excited. He's a little embarrassed when he catches himself, but seeing that you don't mind would make him all sappy. He's the first to be up on the roof, sitting next to Rus and you. He would press his arm against you, nudging you a bit as he asks if you're ready. He would be mumbling to himself about the sight, in awe. You can't help but find it...endearing. It's funny though when he and Rus start fangirling, the two getting distracted as they catch Cash getting excited

Red: Like Vanilla, he heard about it before. He's a little unsure of how to feel, but he tries to act indifferent. He sort of gets flustered though when Vanilla messes with him about how the tough guy seems to feel unsure. Seeing you all excited would make him a little soft, especially since he rarely gets to see you look this way. He'd sort of wrap an arm around you before the event, pulling you close as he teases you a bit. "well, even if this doesn't mean too much to me, I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself sweetheart," During the solar eclipse, he'll steal a few glances your way, even if he tells Vanilla to shut up when hes caught. He's not that affected, no. He also looks at Pitch throughout, and he kinda chuckles to himself to see his brother actually in awe about something so openly. Vanilla gets him to admit that he's also excited, earning him a playful elbowing as the two are more focused on how the others are reacting

Pitch: He didn't want to admit it, but he also was kind of panicked about the solar eclipse. He didn't know what everyone meant, and he sort of starts to check on everyone's safety. He goes to you at some point and points a phalange your way. "YOU. YOU'RE....OKAY WITH THIS?? THE SUN IS GOING MISSING, IS THIS JUST FINE WITH YOU????" He's confused if anything, even if his voice is as rough as it is. You laugh a bit before moving his gloved hand away. He tries to hide how the action makes him pause, and he listens to what you're saying when you explain it to him. He takes a moment, and then he pulls his hand away with a "HMPH. I SEE. .....WELL! THANK YOU." and he nods his head at you with his frown, but it's less intense. You don't miss the way his shoulders loosen, but you don't comment on it. He sort of stands awkwardly, and speaks up finally. ".... DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, OKAY..?" It clicks at that moment that he was too shy to ask the others about it. You nod, and in turn he straightens up and awkwardly bows slightly before he struts away. He scolds Rus and Cash when they're all on the roof, especially since they didn't put on their glasses at first. However, his focus is on Lunar. He asked you about the eclipse for his own sake, and secretly Lunar's as well. He doesn't let anyone see Lunar's hand clinging onto his sleeve, not even commenting on it. He wants to act collected, but he's just as nervous. When it happens though, it's.... actually fascinating. He doesn't even notice how his jaw is agape, his eyelight smaller. This was new, but...he is less nervous about it now.

Saint: Oh fuck, he's not having a good time at first. After everything underground before he was pulled to Vanilla's world?? He's having an awful time, even if it's explained to him. It's not from a lack of knowledge, but rather the fear of what could happen and the fear of that darkness. He was just getting used to the Sun. In front of the others though, he's silent and acts like he's not internally freaking out. He can't help that his hand starts scratching at his eye socket, or how his eyes are pinned on the sky as he's up on the roof before the others. He's fidgeting, and he doesn't even realize it. When you're free from Cyperus since he's excitedly talking to the others, you see him. Scooting over to him, he flinches when he feels your hand gently grabbing his own. You pry his clawed phalanges away from his eye socket, holding it as you quietly look at him. Your hands are soft and warm as you smile before muttering, "Hey, it's okay." He just kind of stares, silent as his eyelight slowly starts to dilate. Before you realize it, he pulls you to sit directly between his legs. You can hear the slight shift of his skull as he rests his jaw against your shoulder, and only then does he feel content. He grumbles a bit as you go, but only a bit as he hesitates. He suspects where you're going, and decides to focus on the berries as he bashes Carmine and Razz's skull. He threatens them with a grin to behave or go inside, especially since Powder was so nice as to get everyone comfortable. The rest of the time they're up there, he's talking to Powder and being all friendly

Lunar: He doesn't intend to be so nervous about something like this, but he didn't realize how much the solar eclipse was going to make him nervous. He was a lot more reserved, his hands fidgeting with his scarf. It was Pitch who noticed, and it was him who asked what was wrong after dinnertime. He's cleaning the dishes as Lunar dries them and puts them away on the rack, the two not looking at one another as he admits the truth. Pitch doesn't judge him, even going so far as to offer his company during the event. Lunar is grateful, which has him asking Pitch if he can hug him. Pitch mumbles with reluctance, before dramatically agreeing. He opens his arms and says "FINE. BUT JUST THIS O-" He's stopped when he feels the gentleness of Lunar's hug. He hesitates before slowly wrapping his arms around him in return, the two sharing a private moment as Lunar thanks him. At the eclipse, he's subtly messing with Pitch's sleeve, a little nervous. He's happy to see that you and Saint are getting along, he knows that his brother was also nervous. Pitch ends up distracting him until the two start talking. Lunar admits that the eclipse is...less uncomfortable in the company of a friend

Carmine: He was the only other one to help Powder organize the event on the roof. He knows that Rus secretly admired space and overall planets, so he wanted things to be set up nicely. He kind of just watches during the eclipse until he intervenes with Razz and Powder. When he and Razz started arguing, he only knocked it off when Saint came on over. Begrudgingly, he and Razz sit aside and are snippy towards one another. He asks Razz if he's happy for Cash when he realizes I'm their silence that he's watching him. Razz asks defensively why, but Carmine decides to take the step and answer. "BECAUSE I KNOW THAT I AM HAPPY FOR MY BROTHER, AND THAT MUST MEAN THE SAME FOR YOU." .....Razz doesn't answer for a bit. However, the two seem to reach a quiet and temporary peace as the two finish their conversation about their brothers. At least it's something they can agree on.

Rus: He wanted to deny that he was excited about the eclipse, or at least refrain himself. After all, he doesn't want to look like a dork. When Stretch is so open about it though, Rus ends up getting excited as well. He was a bit more open to it before, but now he and Stretch are actively rambling about how cool it is. It took him and Stretch by surprise when they asked him what he thought and Cash accidentally sounded excited with his eyelight flickering to something akin to an orange tint. They catch him and they gang up on him, getting him to join as he tries to play it off and act cool. He has fun, and he even was able to ask you before you went to Saint if you're doing okay. He seems to be occupied though, and he notices you have a plan in mind when you gesture subtly to Saint

Razz: He found it to secretly be something he'd enjoy, but he originally acted like it was something he went to out of obligation. He started teasing Powder, ended up getting in an argument with Carmine involved, and then was threatened by Saint. He isn't having too much fun until everything actually goes out. His eyelights find Cash, and as he's called out for staring, it's only then that he and Carmine can sit in silence. He's more happy about Cash enjoying this, even if he thinks that the solar eclipse is so fascinating.

Cash: He can't admit that this is something he actually is super excited for. He can't do it, he will look like a dumbass! A soft one at that!!! He acted like he only went because everyone else was, but he planned to go even if everyone didn't. He got caught though, and he didn't intend for it. When this happened, he couldn't be left alone. Augh!! He saw that you noticed and got even more nervous, especially when he begged for you to save him from the other two. You teased him before feeding him to the wolves. How cruel you are!!! He even tried to slip away out of secret embarrassment, but Rus and Stretch won him over. .....He ended up geeking out with the other two

..................

You left the rooftop, your glasses in hand as you asked Vanilla for a spare before leaving. You didn't forget about him, even if he declined the other's offer to go. It took you a minute to find him, but he was in the backyard having a smoke. He either didn't see you or he did see you but didn't acknowledge you when you approached. "Dust?" You called, only knowing that he heard you when he tilted his head in your direction. You couldn't see his face properly, but you knew he was listening as he pulled his cigarette away from where his teeth would be. "I brought you some glasses for the solar eclipse. I didn't think you wanted to join because everyone was going to be up there, so I came down here!" You explained, handing him a pair as he took it from your hand. He observed it for a moment, before he tilted his head back up at you without a word. You hated how you couldn't tell what he was thinking, or at least how he felt when you couldn't see his expression. You felt your feet shifting against the dirt beneath you, slowly swaying your weight from one side to the other. He somehow ended up being the one to make you the most nervous, other than Saint. You took a step back, your eyes suddenly finding the area surrounding the two of you to be more interesting to look at. "Uhm, yeah! So...so I'm suspecting maybe I was wrong? I get it if.....get it if you don't want to see it, I just thought of you and didn't want you to feel....feel excluded." You repeated yourself as you stumbled over your words a few times, silently cursing yourself since you only did this when you were anxious. Fuck your stupid insecurities. You flinched suddenly when you felt smoke hit your face, your eyes widening a fraction as you were startled. He had leaned forward and now was only an inch away from your face, his phalanges hooking around his cigarette before he extinguished it against the stone statue beside the two of you. He still said nothing, but you figured as much that he was more attentive than before. You swallowed back a yelp, of course, you weren't some child. Up this close, you could see them. His eyelights, a soft purple and blue bleeding together with a dash of red. They were...pretty, at least when you didn't think about what each color meant. You could slightly see the outline of his teeth, and how they offered a smile that you weren't used to seeing as his eyelights caused a faint glow. "...Thank you. You really are an...angel." He muttered, his voice smooth and yet slightly raspy, like black charcoal mixed with honey. You couldn't help but feel your breath feel irregular as you involuntarily smiled, taking an extra step back as you straightened up. He tilted his head to the side, but did not say anything else. You heard the sincerity in his voice, that faint softness that he only seemed to have occasionally. You cleared your throat before speaking again. "Of course-! Hah...uhm, thanks. I'm- I'm going back inside now. I hope you enjoy the uh- eclipse!" You didn't even allow yourself to face the embarrassment of how your cheeks flushed against your will at his proximity or how his voice sounded so pleasant to the ears. You didn't see his response, or his smile as he thought to himself... Cute.

Im having another one of my thoughts tangents but stars above do I wonder.

(this is just my interpretation btw I love multiple versions of the Bad Sanses)

Does Dust think that the bad Sanses would be selfish? Is there a reasonable reason for him to join the Bad Sanses in some versions? He killed his entire underground thinking it was a more merciful kill than them having to go through the constant resets and he couldn't take it anymore before losing his mind. I think just making him stereotypically "psycho" doesn't give him the justice I see much of. I think the idea of taking away the happy endings of others is impossible for him, especially in specific timelines. I think that the versions of each Bad Sans having their own reasons would be fun, like how I imagine he could've been convinced by Pap to go in order to not Starve.

Don't even get me STARTED on Saint, either. He, in my opinion, joins the Bad Sanses to provide safety and food for the underground. His whole character is defending and caring for the underground despite his rough edges. It's not like he would abandon his brother and village when they're victims of fate and cruel circumstances. The idea that Killer killed everyone to just FEEL something? At least there's some level of understanding for Dust even if he also would dislike him. I've always seen Saint as a character always wanting to protect the weak, or at least protect helpless monsters in bad situations. That could lead to a whole way of him bonding with Dust for that matter

If I'm to think of Killer in the way everyone™ in the fandom sees him, he would have the least justification.

,,,,BUT WHAT IF I THINK OF SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT?

What if Killer decided to join the human to try and stop the resets like Dust? That his method wasn't just to "stop feeling awful" or to "feel nothing at all." I think Sans as a character is very fascinating, and I like to personally think he would pair with Chara as a way not to stop Frisk, but rather to stop the player. It would be interesting to think a part of Chara and Sans are fused into a soul rather than Killer y'know,,,,killing them. I don't care for the evil Chara interpretations, and I think this could lead to a more empathetic light to a character (Killer) with a really cool concept. It's a shame to me that out of all the Bad Sanses, Killer has the least justification and doesn't have that slice of humanity in him that could give him empathy from people in the community

These are just my personal takes, even if whoever reads this may think they're bad takes. Again, I LOVE almost every version someone has of a character so many people can interpret in different ways. I just like adding my own twist to try and pump more depth into each of these silly guys

Thanks for reading if you read this much of my rambling🙂‍↕️🫶

Cash Serrif Playlist

So the vibe I get from Cash is slightly different than Rus, and I tried to get that in this playlist! I also used orange for his bracelet since I think he would have orange magic instead of purple or green, but it's only green because of the substances he uses, making it sickly ig(?) anyways, enjoy! Lmk if the artist doesn't want their art used here (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

My Love Mine All Mine just started playing and now I'm a deflated balloon I think about some sappy shit like slow dancing inside of a kitchen while it's night outside and the warmth of the overhead lights would keep you wrapped with security. The slight buzz of the lights and the gentle taps of your feet hitting the tile,,, ough. Might type some indulgent one shot over here OUGH TOO SWEET JIST STARTED PLAYIG WHEB TYPIH OUGHTJKF

I apologize for my previous post, I was possessed or something

🩵🫐US!Sans x Reader 🫐 🩵

Oh it's time, Powder is a goofball, a silly skeleton. But what is he like as a lover? We'll find out

(Part one of Two for the Underswap Brothers x Reader content :-) )

Receiving:

- Acts of Service: 27%. He does a lot for others, so it feels nice to have someone relieve him of stress from time to time and do things to help. Offering a way to help by even just gently taking his hands, telling him to sit down, and letting you take care of something feels relieving. He's always so exhausted, at some point he just really needs that help

- Words of Affirmation: 23%. He wants to be told he's appreciated, he already suffers from imposter syndrome. Having someone tell him that he's enough would mean a lot, or just confirming that you love him is nice. He doesn't show that he experiences much anxiety or insecurity, but he feels more vulnerable and loved when you promise that you really do love him: even when hes not servicing others

- Physical Touch: 20%. He loves any form of physical affection, but to have someone be ready to leap into his arms really makes his soul flutter just thinking about it. It doesn't even have to be much. Gentle caresses of the arm, a rub on the back, a kiss on the cheek... Stars above, wouldn't that feel nice

- Quality Time: 20%. Show that you enjoy being around him! He didn't have many people spend their time hanging out with him back underground, and he wants to get away from his duties even if it's just for a little bit. He loves just doing things with you, and he will believe that you do too if you can show that you go out of your way to actually hang out with him

- Receiving Gifts: 10%. Gifts to him show that someone thought about him enough, and that in of itself makes him feel good. He can tell when someone puts thought into his gift, especially when he senses their intent within it. He keeps it safe, and is extremely grateful since not many monsters or humans have gone out of their way for him.

Giving:

- Acts of Service: 33%. Let him help you! Sure, he does a lot, but he feels useful that way. He wants to provide, to care for someone. When it's not out of necessity, just being able to handle your laundry or being able to drive you somewhere, all of it feels just good to do because he loves you

- Words of Affirmation: 20%. The moment he hears someone belittle themselves or do something good, he always makes sure to affirm them with praise. He doesn't want anyone else to feel like shit, and he wants people to know he's there for them. He will praise your skills, comment on how you're honest and that it's a good thing. He'll tell you how much he loves things about you, more on you as a person over your physical looks. To him, the soul matters more

- Physical Touch: 20%. He's not afraid to pick someone up, to carry them around and treat them like royalty. He'll kiss your cheek and nuzzle against you, grinning the whole time. He'll snatch an opportunity to touch whenever he can. He's not as bad as the other skeletons inside the house, but he is comfortable enough to hold your hand when you need reassurance or willing to offer a hug when you need it

- Quality Time: 17% Sometimes he gets too busy doing things around the house or at work, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want to spend time with you. He just needs to work on balancing that, since he's always used to being busy. He'll try to at least take you out to do something. If you communicate that you miss spending time with him, you bet your ass he's going to feel giddy that someone even misses him. He'll always find a way to make time for you, even if he looks like a dork sometimes

- Receiving Gifts: 10%. He wants to pamper you with gifts that reminded him of you, to show that he thought about you while away from home. He wants you to have something from him while he's away, a reminder that he loves you even if he's not with you at that moment.

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When you two first start hanging out, the two of you meet when you accidentally trip and almost fall face first into the ground rushing somewhere. He would have grabbed you by the waist, while the other grabbed you by the hand to spin you around. Consider it a low dip of him spinning you around before he smoothly lifts you up. He would ask if you were okay, ask if you needed help. He would've found it almost cute when you blushed, but he wouldn't comment on it and instead offer any assistance he could. When he finds out that you're rushing somewhere, he'd offer to take you on his motorcycle and swiftly drop you off. He'd wave to you, smiling and saying goodbye. He'd think about you on the way home, but he wouldn't mention you other than that he had to help some pretty person today... When you meet again, he's surprised but welcoming. He's overall very helpful, always picking things up after you if you're accidentally clumsy. He's kind, playful, and overall he doesn't really realize that he eventually starts to fall for you. He doesn't really realize what is happening, but he does know that he finds you just really pleasant overall to be around.

As time continues, he starts to realize that he prefers to go places if you can join him. He realizes that he thinks about you when you're not around, and that if you were there...well, then he wouldn't feel so off. He just feels like he's still having fun, but your presence would just make it much better. He goes out of his way to try and fit you into his plans, eagerly coaxing you to join when he knows you need it. He's acutely aware of moments you feel left out or uncomfortable, and he actively starts to talk to you as a result of it. He's not going to be the first one to fall in love with you, but he definitely is the fastest Sans to befriend you other than Vanilla. He values your friendship, and he sometimes wonders if he's doing a good job.

He would need time to realize the moment he's in love. In fact, he'd be rambling to someone else and as he's doing so, he starts to falter as he starts thinking about you in more intimate ways. Like how he enjoys seeing you smile, and how he wishes he could just cup your face and-.... He'd suddenly find that his eyelights shrunk at the realization, his body stiff. Really, this wasn't supposed to happen.

He'd be uncomfortable with the realization. He doesn't want to ruin anything, especially since he doesn't think you'd see him that way to begin with. You're wonderful, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if he ever confessed to you. After all, what if he ruined it?? Oh stars above why can't he act normal around you now? He'd get embarrassed a lot more...

When he confesses, it can be a rather cute one to be honest. The two of you would be roller skating, spinning around and having a good time. Stretch would be at the tables, along with the others who decided to join the activity. Everyone is having a fun time, and he feels flushed as he is the one to help you when you are just starting to get the hang of it. Suddenly, he would have gotten too distracted with you, slipping as he's about to land roughly on the ground. Out of a moment of quick thinking, you'd grab his hand and slip an arm around his waist. You'd spin around, your body feeling light as you try to make sure both of you stabilize with the power of momentum. You would feel lightheaded with the spin, but eventually the two of you would stabilize as your spin slows and you help him raise his body back up. Somehow, neither of you fall. He'd look at you a little breathless, a soft sound escaping him as he smiles. "A-ah- looks like you caught me this time, huh?" He'd be blue in the face, blushing wildly as the two of you are breathless and slightly giggling to one another. But humorously, you both slip and land the moment you feel your bodies start to relax. It's a bit embarrassing, but you both are okay. Afterwards, everyone would be getting ready to go home after everyone is wiped out from the activity. You two would be sitting in the backseat, and quietly you two would exchange small glances. Everyone parks at the house, getting out quickly and heading inside. You two take a bit longer, and get to talking.

You're both laughing and talking about how nice today was and without too much thought he accidentally slips a confession. "I didn't realize I would literally fall in love with you like that." And you'd be confused as he says it. You'd ask him to repeat what he said, but he's suddenly more flushed as he realizes his mistake. He'd start rambling, trying to play it off as he starts saying how that was a joke. Of course, that was a joke. That's not saying he wouldn't ever fall in love with you because you clearly are absolutely the embodiment of an ideal partner but he's your friends and friends don't fall in love with their friends do they? You're quite loveable and yeah sure he thinks about how amazing you are and how he wishes to sometimes have you to himself but that's normal! Right? He's not in love with you, he's just joking because if anyone could get him to fall in love it'd be someone like you! Or rather-...no one else but you... But-

He wouldn't expect to feel your hands cupping his cheeks, tilting his head as you lean forward and kiss him into silence. A tingling jolt would shoot through the both of you, your lips feeling a slight hum of magic due to the kiss. You'd pull away slowly, his eyelights shrinking into what you notice are small hearts. You'd try to calm him down, not letting go of his cheeks as you mutter how you love him too. You'd call him a dork, and feel as his body releases tension to the point he almost droops. He'd smile real big, his eyelights dilating as he softly mutters that yeah...he is a dork. Thank you....

The two of you would go back inside the house hand in hand, and clearly some skeletons can tell what happened. Someone teases you, someone teases him, but it's all lighthearted. You can't stop blushing, and you find that your lips feel a tingling sensation still due to the magic as you gently press your fingers to your lips. That was...wonderful.

As a lover, he's not used to being able to relax, but he appreciates being able to just be near you. He lets his guard down around you, but he tends to stress out when he's unsure of how to relax in a situation. Just remember that he needs a bit more reassurance, and you'll be okay. Hes never dated before, he doesn't want to mess anything up. Thank you for being there for him.

He'll set plans to take you on dates, active ones at least. He'd take you on more physically active dates, making sure it's a fun activity for the both of you. He's playful and he is willing to pamper you, obviously he thinks you deserve it. On dates, it can almost feel much lighter, as you both already had an established friendship beforehand. It just feels twice as good now

He can be protective as well, professional about it since he was part of the Royal Guard. He will rarely need to get physical, especially since he's more skilled in de-escalating the problem. He can slip in the situation with almost a sincere "oblivious" nature, getting the person bothering you disoriented. He will wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he makes them uncomfortable by all the questions he starts to ask.

Afterwards, once they're gone, he'll ask if you're alright but he won't get all flustered trying to check up on you. He's rather calm in this manner, and he makes sure you can relax afterwards. If that means he takes you somewhere as a distraction, then so be it. He will only mention it again after you feel better, when your mind is more clear. He tries his best for you, he's okay with the fact that you may also need him when vulnerable. After all, he's your mate, and he wants to do right by you

Closing Notes: I was struggling how to write this one, since I wanted a good balance of being a dork but still being well- him. I mayyyy have actually given him a confession that was way different than the Fell Brothers, but I think it's suitable in this context. Later on, I want to be able to explore dynamics when I finally indulge in that "omg I'm dating all of them??" Trope. (Okay don't judge me bro I love me some self indulgent stuff and this is MY account.) I also want to explore later on about the first time your souls are shared with each skeleton! But for now, have this, and thank you for your patience :-)))