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I Won't Teach Him How To Dance With You

I’m not gonna teach him how to dance with you

Papyrus had come home one day, asking him to teach him how to waltz. When asked why, the response had left to be desired.

‘I want to dance with my boyfriend!’

So Papyrus, his sweet precious brother, had a boyfriend. Someone had taken what was his, what his non existent heart longed for. He knew these feelings weren’t right, but who would care? There were worse things than lusting over your brother.

So when the day rolled around the elusive demon-boyfriend came over to watch Papyrus’s lesson, he made sure to keep them apart.

he doesn’t suspect a thing, I wish he’d get a clue

He never once let them practice together, with the excuse of ‘saving it for the perfect dance’. When he taught the boyfriend, he might’ve gribbed the shoulders too hard, moved a little to fast.

I’m not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance

The day of the dance arrived, sponsored and held at Grillby’s. The tables were moved to free up the floors and a buffet ran along the bar, courtesy of Grillby and Muffett.

one, I’m biting my tongue

Sans gritted his teeth, watching as that dirty brother Stealer approached Papyrus, whom had been talking to Undyne about the importance of glitter in ones spaghetti sauce. Although amused at his brother’s antics, he couldn’t help the bitter anger as his rival grabbed the tall skeleton’s hand.

two, he’s kissing your hand

A small growl escaped him at the sight. Was he not good enough for Papyrus? What did this guy have that he didn’t?

When they headed to the dance floor, Sans had finally had enough. He fled the party, not noticing the worried eyes following his departure.

three, oh why can’t you see?

He wasted no time with the walk home, simply taking a short cut straight to his bed. Finally by himself he let the tears flow, not hearing the front door opening and closing over his cries.


He ignored the footstep coming up the door. Papyrus knew he always locked his door, he wouldn’t be able to come in. Just as Sans had thought, there was a knock on his door.

“BROTHER?” He didn’t respond. Papyrus would just assume he’s asleep and go to bed himself. He felt a bit of guilt, knowing there would be no story time tonight.


He heard a loud sigh, and what sounded like bone scraping against wood. Was Papyrus sitting outside his door? Why?

“Brother,” Gone was the usual loud voice, a hushed tone in it’s place. It didn’t sound right.


“Sans, why did you leave?”

He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting away from this one.

“I just didn’t feel too good, bro. Probably just had to much grease for these old bones. Don’t worry about it.” He tried to sound like his soul hadn’t been shattered just a few moments ago.

“Skeletons don’t get sick, Sans.” Crap.


“Brother…do you love me?”

His heart seized. Did his brother think he didn’t love him? Had he seen how he acted? He immediately opened the door and hugged his brother, he caught him in his long arms.

“Of course I love ya, bro!” more than you know.

Papyrus liften his brothers head with a hand to his madible and spoke softly.

“It’s okay, Sans.” He couldn’t be more surprised if Papyrus kissed him. Oh. He was. Their skulls clinked together gently, Papyrus letting out an affectionate ‘nyeh’ as he pulled away. Sans stared in shock, not really comprehending the situation.

“B-but your boyfriend?” The taller let out a series of chuckles, shaking both their frames.

“I was trying to get over my own feelings for you, brother. I had thought they were one-sided, but now I see I was wrong.”




“Yeah bro?”

“I love you too.” He couldn’t have been happier.

Holy shit! Finally here we go. This was a request by @sososhady hope you liked it! There goes my creativity for the night.