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OK lovely readers! This is the last part that I have written but please suggest more so I can continue ^W^ This can kinda be read as a one shot if you don’t want any context but it is continuing from “Is it Fate or Dumb Luck?” If everyone likes, I can make the title make more sense in the next part J Thanks for all the watches and faves~

Part 3

It had been a few months since the incident and yet, you still found yourself curling up on the skelebros’ couch every night and either babysitting Frisk, helping Asgore garden or Toriel cook, training with Undayne and Papyrus, helping Alphys in the lab or watching anime on her massive monitor or simply veging out with Sans.
Which was by far your favourite.
You had become fast friends with everyone down here and had decided to stay longer then you had expected, even calling a few months off of work and it was the happiest you had been in a long time but honestly…
Sans was your favourite by far. Something about him made you feel safe and happy, whether you would be hanging out with him at ‘work’ or taking stops into Grillby’s and watching him down bottle after bottle of ketchup, he never failed to make you smile.
In front of everyone else, he didn’t talk to you any differently; he treated you like everyone else. But on the odd occasion, you had found you could get into surprisingly deep conversations with the short skeleton. He had told you about his nightmares, his fears, how all he wanted to do was protect his brother and friends.
And something was a recurring theme.
He had once explained to you about timelines and how each one was different. In some, he watched Frisk go through the Underground and keeping peace, defeating Flowey by setting his soul free and bring happiness until they slowly passed away from old age. Other times, he watched them crazed from death, destroying anything they come across, watching as his brother died in front of his eyes and even as that happened, Pap would tell Frisk, or Chara, that he still believed in them.
This always ended up in him shutting himself away, his small lighted pupils fading into darkness as the hope drained from them.
He explained to you how you had never turned up in a timeline before but you bought everyone happiness and it was why he wanted to keep you around, he hoped with you being here, the timelines would stop and stay on this one even after Frisk left the world.
Though… after a while that wasn’t his only reason.
Sans had found himself slowly falling for you. The way you laughed at his stupid puns, the way you listened to him like no one else, how easy his life suddenly felt when you joined him on his walks while he worked and attempted to become friends with all the monsters you came across.
You were different from the others and he liked that most about you and besides, it wasn’t often that someone would make him blush like you did.
Though why would you like him back? Technically, he was only a portion of a human. Bones pieced together with magic.
You deserved someone that could kiss you with real lips, hold you with soft hands and be… whole.

One stormy night in Snowdin, the wind howled and the lightning lit up the room, sending shadows stretching over the walls. You were curled up in a small ball, flinching at every sound and flash. Whimpering softly, you looked up stairs, wanting someone for comfort desperately. Another flash and crash of thunder got a terrified squeak out of you and you finally stood up, hurrying towards the stairs.
Thunder and lightning didn’t usually bother you, sometimes even enjoying the streaks of light break open the sky, but by yourself in the cold lounge room was simply too much.
How were there even storms down here…?
Your original plan was to go to Pap’s room, going to crawl into his bed without waking him and hopefully waking up before him, knowing he wouldn’t mind but as you discovered upon opening the door, he was so damn tall and lanky that you couldn’t find a spot to curl up so, shivering in your PJ’s, you crept into Sans’ room, slowly opening the door with a soft creak. He was asleep, of course, sprawled on his back and breathing softly, eyes shut softly and his face peaceful.
“Sans…?” You whispered softly, hands clasped under your chin. You were answered with a sleepy grumble.
“Mm…? Yeah…?” He mumbled quietly, his eyes opening sleepily and he rolled to his side, looking at you hazily. You approached him quietly, eyes to the floor, face a little flushed.
“I was wondering if I could sleep up here tonight…? Just on the floor or something…? It’s… uh… Too cold downstairs.” You lied softly, embarrassed to admit to him that you were scared of the storm. A loud crack of thunder sent you squealing however, hands covering your ears as you trembled a little. Sans gently propped himself up on his elbow, watching you.
“Sorry kid, you can’t sleep on my floor…” He tells you with glowing eyes and you feel your heart sink. You nod sadly, turning to leave before you feel a grasp on your wrist. “But, you can stay here if you’re scared of the storm.” He tells you a little playfully and you turn to him. His face was lightly dusted with cyan blue and he moved to the side of his bed, leaving you room to lay down and you smile, blushing a little but a quick flash of lightning stops any hesitation as you hurry to lay beside him, curling under his blanket.
It was surprisingly warm and you sigh softly, nerves softening a little. “Thanks Sans… You’re the best…” You mumble into his pillow and you hear him chuckle a little.
“No problem, kid. I didn’t know you were scared of storms.” He says gently, watching you as he was now wide awake. You shrug softly, trying to keep as far away from him as possible.
“I don’t mind them when I’m with someone… I don’t like being alone in storms though…” You tell him. He nods softly.
“I find them electrifying~” He laughs quietly and you punch his shoulder softly in response.
“Idiot…” You mutter, but despite the terrible pun, you find yourself smiling. “I feel so much safer…” You think to yourself, and open your eyes softly. Sans was looking at you with a touch of surprise. You frowned.
“Well… I’m glad you do, kid. Don’t want ya feeling bonely.” He winks and your cheeks flush a pretty shade of red as realisation hits you.
I said that out loud. You laugh awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck and burying further into his blanket. You stretch your arm out with a small yawn and brush against his bare ribs by accident. You gasp softly and snap your hand back with another flush of red. He looks surprised and laughs, a little blue dusting his cheeks again.
“Wow kid, trying to jump my bones hey?” You cover your face with an embarrassed groan, hands covering your very strong blush.
“No! I was stretching! Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?!” You squeak and he ruffles your hair.
“I didn’t expect to have visitors.” He says simply. He watches you with a content smile. He liked having you here. You two had pulled all-nighters together before while watching movies but it never got to the point where you had slept up with him and it was nice having another warm body in his bed on this cold night.
Especially yours.
He scoots a little closer to you.
“Kid, any closer to the end of the bed and you’ll roll off. I won’t bite ya.” He tells you with a smirk and you slowly uncovered your eyes, scooting a little closer to him but only by a few inches. He enjoyed watching you blush and hide from him.
You were just so damn cute.
Another thunder crash caused you to cower and whimper pitifully and, with half lidded eyes, he placed a hand on your arm, bringing you closer to him and cuddling you softly.
You gasp shock, looking up to him with a strong blush, your chests pressed together and you were sure he would be able to feel your crashing heart. “W-What are you… you doing…?” You stutter and he blushes softly himself.
“Isn’t this what people do when comforting people…?” He asks sarcastically, tucking your head under his chin. He gently pats your back, slender fingers touching your tense spots, making you shiver at his touch. You could feel how red your face was but being this close to him was so nice despite you not being able to relax. You gently move your hands down over his ribs and what seems like a jolt of electricity shoots through him as you touch the bottom of his ribs. You pull your hands back and look up to him quickly.
He laughs softly. “Take it easy kid. Skeletons have soft spots too.” He says softly, a little blue dusting his cheeks and you can’t help but smile.
“Oh do they now~” You tease, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of his ribs, gently running your nails over the smooth bone. You feel his chest tremble with laughter and he tries to push you back softly.
“Kid, Kid no. Stop, please!” His voice slowly becomes more desperate the more you tickle him and soon his laughing hard, attempting to get away from you as he curls up into a small ball, tears forming at the corners of his eye sockets. You giggle with him, smirking as you prop yourself up above him.
“KID! DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A BAD TIME?!” He cries, howling in laughter and you laugh with him, enjoying seeing him like this and slowly forgetting about the storm and your previous awkwardness.
His eyes fly open, his left pupil fizzing out into blackness and his right eye lighting up in a cyan blue which matches his flushed cheeks. You stop, watching curiously, not seeing him do this before but before you could ask any questions, you feel a slight buzzing against your skin and you look down at yourself. Over your body, your skin glows blue and you feel yourself slowly lifting.
You’re eyes widen in shock.
“No way!” You exclaim looking back at Sans, who had one glowing hand outstretched, eye dancing with a startling blue and a smirk on his face as he slowly makes you drift to the centre of the room. You giggle, stretching out your arms.
“This is amazing!” You breathe and he laughs.
“You’re flying high, kid.” You give him a tired look.
“That was bad, even for you.” He chuckles, slowly getting up and making his way over to you. He stands just below your face and you watch his glowing eyes with fascination.
It was so pretty…
He smiles up at you, simply watching you float and you find yourself blushing a little. “What are you looking at, Bonehead?” You mumble, gently looking away from him. As you do this, a touch of blue colour San’s cheeks and he stands on his toes, pressing his teeth against your cheek.
You take a moment to register what is happening before your eyes widen in shock.
Was he… KISSING YOU?
He pulls away, smirking at you and pulling his hood over his head so you can only see the glowing of his eye.
You cover your face with your hands, a squeal muffled by your skin and he chuckles. He gently places you back down on his bed before seeming to exit his room.
You look between your fingers, frowning, face red and hot “YOU CAN’T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND JUST LEAVE YOU BIG IDIOT!” You yell after him and he laughs, winking at you over his shoulder.
“Just going to get a drink kiddo~” He says in a teasing tone, vanishing quickly as a pillow is thrown in his direction.
You groan, falling back onto his bed, coving your face with your arm, trembling softly and your mind going a million miles an hour.
“Stupid bonehead…”

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OK lovely readers! This is the last part that I have written but please suggest more so I can continue ^W^ This can kinda be read as a one shot if you don’t want any context but it is continuing from “Is it Fate or Dumb Luck?” If everyone likes, I can make the title make more sense in the next part J Thanks for all the watches and faves~

Part 3

It had been a few months since the incident and yet, you still found yourself curling up on the skelebros’ couch every night and either babysitting Frisk, helping Asgore garden or Toriel cook, training with Undayne and Papyrus, helping Alphys in the lab or watching anime on her massive monitor or simply veging out with Sans.
Which was by far your favourite.
You had become fast friends with everyone down here and had decided to stay longer then you had expected, even calling a few months off of work and it was the happiest you had been in a long time but honestly…
Sans was your favourite by far. Something about him made you feel safe and happy, whether you would be hanging out with him at ‘work’ or taking stops into Grillby’s and watching him down bottle after bottle of ketchup, he never failed to make you smile.
In front of everyone else, he didn’t talk to you any differently; he treated you like everyone else. But on the odd occasion, you had found you could get into surprisingly deep conversations with the short skeleton. He had told you about his nightmares, his fears, how all he wanted to do was protect his brother and friends.
And something was a recurring theme.
He had once explained to you about timelines and how each one was different. In some, he watched Frisk go through the Underground and keeping peace, defeating Flowey by setting his soul free and bring happiness until they slowly passed away from old age. Other times, he watched them crazed from death, destroying anything they come across, watching as his brother died in front of his eyes and even as that happened, Pap would tell Frisk, or Chara, that he still believed in them.
This always ended up in him shutting himself away, his small lighted pupils fading into darkness as the hope drained from them.
He explained to you how you had never turned up in a timeline before but you bought everyone happiness and it was why he wanted to keep you around, he hoped with you being here, the timelines would stop and stay on this one even after Frisk left the world.
Though… after a while that wasn’t his only reason.
Sans had found himself slowly falling for you. The way you laughed at his stupid puns, the way you listened to him like no one else, how easy his life suddenly felt when you joined him on his walks while he worked and attempted to become friends with all the monsters you came across.
You were different from the others and he liked that most about you and besides, it wasn’t often that someone would make him blush like you did.
Though why would you like him back? Technically, he was only a portion of a human. Bones pieced together with magic.
You deserved someone that could kiss you with real lips, hold you with soft hands and be… whole.

One stormy night in Snowdin, the wind howled and the lightning lit up the room, sending shadows stretching over the walls. You were curled up in a small ball, flinching at every sound and flash. Whimpering softly, you looked up stairs, wanting someone for comfort desperately. Another flash and crash of thunder got a terrified squeak out of you and you finally stood up, hurrying towards the stairs.
Thunder and lightning didn’t usually bother you, sometimes even enjoying the streaks of light break open the sky, but by yourself in the cold lounge room was simply too much.
How were there even storms down here…?
Your original plan was to go to Pap’s room, going to crawl into his bed without waking him and hopefully waking up before him, knowing he wouldn’t mind but as you discovered upon opening the door, he was so damn tall and lanky that you couldn’t find a spot to curl up so, shivering in your PJ’s, you crept into Sans’ room, slowly opening the door with a soft creak. He was asleep, of course, sprawled on his back and breathing softly, eyes shut softly and his face peaceful.
“Sans…?” You whispered softly, hands clasped under your chin. You were answered with a sleepy grumble.
“Mm…? Yeah…?” He mumbled quietly, his eyes opening sleepily and he rolled to his side, looking at you hazily. You approached him quietly, eyes to the floor, face a little flushed.
“I was wondering if I could sleep up here tonight…? Just on the floor or something…? It’s… uh… Too cold downstairs.” You lied softly, embarrassed to admit to him that you were scared of the storm. A loud crack of thunder sent you squealing however, hands covering your ears as you trembled a little. Sans gently propped himself up on his elbow, watching you.
“Sorry kid, you can’t sleep on my floor…” He tells you with glowing eyes and you feel your heart sink. You nod sadly, turning to leave before you feel a grasp on your wrist. “But, you can stay here if you’re scared of the storm.” He tells you a little playfully and you turn to him. His face was lightly dusted with cyan blue and he moved to the side of his bed, leaving you room to lay down and you smile, blushing a little but a quick flash of lightning stops any hesitation as you hurry to lay beside him, curling under his blanket.
It was surprisingly warm and you sigh softly, nerves softening a little. “Thanks Sans… You’re the best…” You mumble into his pillow and you hear him chuckle a little.
“No problem, kid. I didn’t know you were scared of storms.” He says gently, watching you as he was now wide awake. You shrug softly, trying to keep as far away from him as possible.
“I don’t mind them when I’m with someone… I don’t like being alone in storms though…” You tell him. He nods softly.
“I find them electrifying~” He laughs quietly and you punch his shoulder softly in response.
“Idiot…” You mutter, but despite the terrible pun, you find yourself smiling. “I feel so much safer…” You think to yourself, and open your eyes softly. Sans was looking at you with a touch of surprise. You frowned.
“Well… I’m glad you do, kid. Don’t want ya feeling bonely.” He winks and your cheeks flush a pretty shade of red as realisation hits you.
I said that out loud. You laugh awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck and burying further into his blanket. You stretch your arm out with a small yawn and brush against his bare ribs by accident. You gasp softly and snap your hand back with another flush of red. He looks surprised and laughs, a little blue dusting his cheeks again.
“Wow kid, trying to jump my bones hey?” You cover your face with an embarrassed groan, hands covering your very strong blush.
“No! I was stretching! Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?!” You squeak and he ruffles your hair.
“I didn’t expect to have visitors.” He says simply. He watches you with a content smile. He liked having you here. You two had pulled all-nighters together before while watching movies but it never got to the point where you had slept up with him and it was nice having another warm body in his bed on this cold night.
Especially yours.
He scoots a little closer to you.
“Kid, any closer to the end of the bed and you’ll roll off. I won’t bite ya.” He tells you with a smirk and you slowly uncovered your eyes, scooting a little closer to him but only by a few inches. He enjoyed watching you blush and hide from him.
You were just so damn cute.
Another thunder crash caused you to cower and whimper pitifully and, with half lidded eyes, he placed a hand on your arm, bringing you closer to him and cuddling you softly.
You gasp shock, looking up to him with a strong blush, your chests pressed together and you were sure he would be able to feel your crashing heart. “W-What are you… you doing…?” You stutter and he blushes softly himself.
“Isn’t this what people do when comforting people…?” He asks sarcastically, tucking your head under his chin. He gently pats your back, slender fingers touching your tense spots, making you shiver at his touch. You could feel how red your face was but being this close to him was so nice despite you not being able to relax. You gently move your hands down over his ribs and what seems like a jolt of electricity shoots through him as you touch the bottom of his ribs. You pull your hands back and look up to him quickly.
He laughs softly. “Take it easy kid. Skeletons have soft spots too.” He says softly, a little blue dusting his cheeks and you can’t help but smile.
“Oh do they now~” You tease, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of his ribs, gently running your nails over the smooth bone. You feel his chest tremble with laughter and he tries to push you back softly.
“Kid, Kid no. Stop, please!” His voice slowly becomes more desperate the more you tickle him and soon his laughing hard, attempting to get away from you as he curls up into a small ball, tears forming at the corners of his eye sockets. You giggle with him, smirking as you prop yourself up above him.
“KID! DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A BAD TIME?!” He cries, howling in laughter and you laugh with him, enjoying seeing him like this and slowly forgetting about the storm and your previous awkwardness.
His eyes fly open, his left pupil fizzing out into blackness and his right eye lighting up in a cyan blue which matches his flushed cheeks. You stop, watching curiously, not seeing him do this before but before you could ask any questions, you feel a slight buzzing against your skin and you look down at yourself. Over your body, your skin glows blue and you feel yourself slowly lifting.
You’re eyes widen in shock.
“No way!” You exclaim looking back at Sans, who had one glowing hand outstretched, eye dancing with a startling blue and a smirk on his face as he slowly makes you drift to the centre of the room. You giggle, stretching out your arms.
“This is amazing!” You breathe and he laughs.
“You’re flying high, kid.” You give him a tired look.
“That was bad, even for you.” He chuckles, slowly getting up and making his way over to you. He stands just below your face and you watch his glowing eyes with fascination.
It was so pretty…
He smiles up at you, simply watching you float and you find yourself blushing a little. “What are you looking at, Bonehead?” You mumble, gently looking away from him. As you do this, a touch of blue colour San’s cheeks and he stands on his toes, pressing his teeth against your cheek.
You take a moment to register what is happening before your eyes widen in shock.
Was he… KISSING YOU?
He pulls away, smirking at you and pulling his hood over his head so you can only see the glowing of his eye.
You cover your face with your hands, a squeal muffled by your skin and he chuckles. He gently places you back down on his bed before seeming to exit his room.
You look between your fingers, frowning, face red and hot “YOU CAN’T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND JUST LEAVE YOU BIG IDIOT!” You yell after him and he laughs, winking at you over his shoulder.
“Just going to get a drink kiddo~” He says in a teasing tone, vanishing quickly as a pillow is thrown in his direction.
You groan, falling back onto his bed, coving your face with your arm, trembling softly and your mind going a million miles an hour.
“Stupid bonehead…”