Okay, picked one... if youre still doing it. Can I have 44, you've always felt like home? With.... classic sans. UT.
“you’ve always felt like home.”
“Excuse me?” you choked on the warm mug of spider cider in your hands, eyes wide. “What did you just say?”
He looked abashed, phalanges rubbing the back of his neck. There was that telltale signs of a familiar blush you love so much on his cheekbones. “that was a stupid thing to say now, wasn’t it?” He winced slightly, and before you could say anything, Sans took your shoulders and held you in place with his gaze. There was something so forlorn and full of regret in those eyelights that it made you speechless. “i guess i just…wanted you to know. in case something bad happens to me tomorrow, y’know?”
You could tell that he was genuinely worried. The human was going to cross the Judgement Hall, his final post, by sunrise, and from what you’ve both seen through Alphys’ cameras, this one was ruthless. They’d been thundering their way through, wiping out everything in their sight, and the entire Underground was in despair. When even Captain Undyne wasn’t able to stop them, the Royal Scientist’s True Lab was monsterkind’s last safe haven.
For all you know, this might be the last night for the two of you to be together.
Tears started pricking at the corner of your eyes at the thought of losing him. “Can’t you just—stay here? With me, where I know you’re safe?”
He laughed, a clear, beautiful sound that echoed through the empty hallways. “you know i can’t do that,” His smile wasn’t one of those soulless grins he slaps on his face everyday, no; it was one of heartache and grief. “i’m our last defense. i have to get rid of the human.”
You didn’t look at him and his face softened. “hey, don’t be upsetti. i’ll be back by your side when i’m done, sweetheart.”
You cried in his embrace all night as he made love to you one last time, trying your best to ingrain the feeling of him into your memory. How his touch felt against your skin, smooth bones and swollen lips. How he called out for you desperately, crying in his pleasure. How he held onto you so tight afterwards in your mutual haze, as if you’re his only anchor in this chaotic world he’s trapped in.
And when the time came and he left you lying on his sheets as he made haste for the golden hallway, he couldn’t find it in himself to tell you how many times he had done this before.
He had always hated making promises.