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WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 204)
By the time they arrive at Eden's, Andrew's withdrawal has mostly subsided and he feels mostly normal again. Well, as normal as he ever feels. The music inside is sure to give him a headache, but he's willing to risk it if it means getting answers out of Neil tonight. And he's going to. One way or another. Even if he has to reveal his fangs and threaten Neil's life, he's going to figure him out.
When Nicky drops them at the sidewalk, Andrew leads the way inside and pushes through the crowd until they find a table. Then Neil follows him up to the bar to order drinks. Roland makes eyes at Andrew and grins when he sees Neil. His thoughts flitter between "Poor bastard has no idea what's going on" (directed at Neil) and "Goddamn that shirt looks good" (directed at Andrew's chest).
Roland doesn't know. He hasn't got a clue in the world, about many things. But he definitely doesn't know Andrew is a vampire and Andrew plans to keep it that way forever. His condition is a private one, something he only shares with people he shares blood with. And of course, scared gorgeous men with broken hands who need a protector. And Kevin is the only one of those he's found wandering around so...
"Come find me if you want anything else," Roland says with a wink that means he's available to take his dick out whenever Andrew's ready. Andrew levels a look at him and turns to take their drinks back to the table. He hears the others before he can see them, they're discussing whether Neil will try to fight his way out of the club.
They all clam up when they see Neil parting the crowd for Andrew. Nicky smiles and, over the noise, says, "Hey Neil, how do you like it so far?"
"I don't." Neil says, miserably taking a seat. Andrew slides the tray onto the table and everyone takes a glass. Andrew takes Neil's soda and places it in front of him.
"You really don't drink." Nicky says, booing as Neil takes a sip of Pepsi or Coke or whatever Roland poured him. Neil shrugs, evidently not offended. When Andrew pulls out the rest of the cracker dust, Neil gives him a look.
"Care for a hit?"
"Drugs are stupid."
"Oh, my poor medicated feelings." Andrew passes the bags around the table and pours one into his mouth. The sugary-salt hits his tongue and Andrew follows it with a sip of whiskey. It burns all the way down and the feeling sort of reminds him of how it feels to drink Kevin. "Bottoms up, Neil. We're celebrating."
"Celebrating what?" Neil asks, confused.
"You survived your first week with the team." Kevin says from Andrew's side.
"Hooray." Neil says flatly, then he takes a longer drink from his soda. It's on this sip he realizes something is wrong. Andrew doesn't have to read his mind to catch his reaction. Neil's eyes go wide and he slams his glass down on the table before starting to stand up. But Andrew's prepared for that. He grabs Neil around the back of the neck and shoves him back into his seat.
Neil looks at him with those huge startled eyes, they change color with the strobe lights, and sputters out a, "Wh-what did you do?"
"Gave Roland a tip." Andrew says, holding Neil in place. The little bastard grabs for Andrew's wrist and tries to pry him off, but Andrew is far stronger. He presses Neil's face against the tabletop. "Be good, Neil. We're not going to hurt you too bad."
"Fuck you, let go of me. I'll scream." Neil threatens. And Andrew laughs.
"Scream all you want, I don't mind. If anyone asks I'll tell them you can't hold your cracker dust." Andrew tells him and Neil struggles again, trying to get away. "Neil, Neil, be still. You're fine. It hasn't even hit your bloodstream yet."
"Fuck you." Neil says again. Really creative, this one. Andrew lets go of him and Neil immediately lurches up trying to get his hands on Andrew, but the vampire merely sidesteps him. A moment later Aaron is kicking Neil's feet out from under him.
"I'll come find you in a minute," Andrew promises as his twin hauls Neil off the ground. He and Nicky loop their arms around Neil's and drag him off towards the dance floor. Roland was right, poor bastard. Andrew sits back down beside Kevin, who's watching with a grimace as Neil tries to bite Aaron's shoulder as a last resort.
"Hopefully he doesn't give your brother rabies," Kevin says into his glass. And Andrew laughs again.
"You're in a good mood."
"I am not," Kevin declares, though his expression deceives him. "I just can't wait to find out what the hell his deal is."
"You and me both." Andrew takes Kevin's glass from him and finishes it. The human pouts at that, so Andrew stands and grabs the tray. When he gets back with their second round of drinks, Nicky and Aaron have returned sans Neil.
"We dumped him on the dance floor. He'll be losing his mind out there within a few minutes." Aaron says as he grabs a shot. "He's probably ready for you by now, actually. He was turning liquid by the time we got him to the steps; we almost dropped him."
Nicky covers a laugh with his hand. "He's cute though, I'm sure someone will take pity and hold him up. I offered but he clawed a hole in my arm as soon as Aaron let him go." Nicky holds up his arm to show off his wound, a three inch long gash on his forearm that makes Andrew's own sing. And his teeth itch. Kevin nudges him and Andrew glares at him.
"Jesus Christ, did he file his nails to a point?" Aaron asks. Nicky shrugs and presses a napkin to his bleeding arm.
"Not sure. I told him we could dance until Andrew was ready for him and he turned into an animal," Nicky wads up the napkin and drops it on the table before glancing up at the ceiling. "Maybe it's a full moon."
Andrew sighs. "He is not a werewolf, Nicky."
"Tell that to my arm."
#i debated on how much Eden's to show. like i thought about cutting to the next morning but like.. where's the fun in that?? lol#anyway... enjoy this super long part anon. 1044 words! just 4 you. (and the six other ppl who read this au lol)#aftg#Vampire Andrew AU#WIP Wednesday#đïž#answered#anon#long post
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Infuriating
Narcos fic! It's been a long time. Written for day 1 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord
Fandom: Narcos
Rating: Explicit, 18+
Words: 1 473
Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora
Prompt: angry sex
Warnings: smut, fighting, mention of narcotics and mules, implied chilldhood trauma, pregnancy
Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â Javierâs question is punctuated by the front door slamming shut. Aurora stomps past him into the kitchen and begins to pull at the drawers, furiously in search of something. Maybe a knife or a meat hammer to kill him with after how he âembarrassed herâ at the police station, though he canât say he understands why a concerned spouse showing up to get their loved one home is embarrassing.
âI was thinking that someone was in trouble,â she says through gritted teeth. âA kid by the sound of it.â
âAurora, youâre-â Javier cuts himself short, instead gesturing awkwardly to the swell at her stomach. Sheâs only just started showing and after the first time she set foot at the grocery store in a fitted t-shirt the Peña house has had to field more calls from nosy townspeople than the goddamn DEA ever did. He canât blame them: sheâs even more gorgeous now.
Even now when she looks like she might murder him, itâs a struggle to keep his mind from wandering into thoughts on the quickest way to undress her. Aurora straightens herself, spins on her heel to glare daggers at him.
âIâm what, Javi?â she snaps. âInfirm, feeble? Incapable of protecting myself? If youâre so goddamn scared that Iâll do something stupid, why did you decide to have a kid with me?â He puts a hand on his hip, raises the other in a âhold your horsesâ gesture.
âFirst of all Iâm not worried. Second of all, youâve not been either of those things a day in your life.â Thatâs not true. He knows it even before he says it, that there was a long time in her childhood were she wasnât able to protect herself. And he most definitely is worried about the two of them: his wife and the little girl that heâs seen in his dreams. Auroraâs face falls for a second. He almost goes to apologize for having, indirectly, brought up the past but stops himself as he knows sheâll only be more upset by it. Itâs a mistake Javier has made before. Aurora picks herself back up, her brow returning to its pinched state and she huffs at him.
âIâm fine, babyâs fine, and oh,â she snarks, âthe 12-year old that was about to get robbed by some asshole is also fine, thank you for asking.â Javier pauses.
âHe was only 12?â He knew thereâd been a kid peddling drugs involved but assumed it was one of the high schoolers. In his mind, he sees the boy that pointed a gun at him when he cornered one of Escobarâs men. Aurora huffs even louder.
âYes, Javier. He was a little boy.â Shit. Javier rubs his eyes. They just keep getting younger and younger. First it was pregnant women swallowing balloons and now this. When he looks up at Aurora sheâs got her jaw set in stone, arms crossed over her chest so tightly heâs tempted to say sheâs hurting herself.
âYou did good,â he admits, begrudgingly so, âbut Iâm still angry with you.â Her face contorts.
âWell, Iâm fucking pissed at you!â She spreads her arms out wide, gesturing to the empty air as she closes the distance between them. âWhere do you get off thinking you can scold me like Iâm a toddler stealing cookies?â The anger, temporarily dampened by the realization that thereâs a 12 year old moving drugs in Laredo, returns full force to Javier.
âYouâre my wife, thatâs our baby, Iâve seen enough people die to last me a hundred lifetimes,â Javier lists the reasons, ticking them off one finger at a time. âA little bit of concern about your well-being is kind of part of the deal.â Aurora steps forward. Sheâs so close he can see the gold in her eyes. How long has it been since they had a moment to themselves? The ranch has been overrun by out-of -town family for the better part of a week, and before that Aurora suffered brutal morning sickness. He wraps his fingers around her scarred left arm, even more tanned and warm from a long day in the sun, tugging her closer.
âFunny, seeing as Iâm not allowed to be concerned about my husband when heâs snooping around town, asking about those deliveries coming in on the water.â Even as she makes the snippy comment, she steps into his arms though her eyes are hard as they meet his gaze.
âThat happened once,â he dismisses.
âTwice,â she counters, âthat I know of. Donât you fucking lie to my face, Peña.â He knows heâs in trouble when she uses his last name. Back when they were with the DEA they always used each otherâs last names, it was just how things worked. That shifted dramatically once she moved to the ranch.
âDonât you fucking get in the middle of ongoing robberies,â he retorts. Her braid has started to come undone, dark curls falling around her ears and framing the sharp cheekbones. She pouts, saying nothing. The sight of her full lips pushed forward drains what little self-control Javier had left. One hand still around her arm, he brings the other up to cup the back of her head and presses his lips to hers in a harsh kiss. Thereâs no moment of hesitation, no pause where he thinks she might reject him and walk off in a huff. Aurora wrings her arm free from his grip and wraps them around him. He doesnât even realize sheâs pulled him along until thereâs the low thud of her back hitting the counter, a grunt escaping in a pause between kisses. Javier pats the counter.
âGet up there,â he gruffs. She hoists herself onto it, his hand at the small of her back keeping her from knocking over the salt and pepper shakers. Thank God she wore a dress today. Sheâs still settling in when his hands begin to wander up under the skirt.
âYouâre infuriating, querida,â he grumbles as he finds her heated core, covered by damp cotton.Â
âShut up.â She punctuates it with a bite at his neck. He cups her sex, feels blood rush to his crotch. He braces himself against the counter with one hand, the other at her hip. Itâs a struggle getting her panties out of the way, with her shifting this way and that to tug them down and him so desperate to touch her that he canât keep his hands to himself. She takes care of his clothes too, unzipping the jeans and shoving them down to his knees. She pauses to squeeze his bulge - big golden brown eyes staring at him. Sheâs still mad at him, though thereâs love there too. Absolutely infuriating. His boxers join the jeans, erection curving up towards his stomach. Aurora takes him in hand and he groans from deep within his chest. Her legs hook around his waist, keeping him close, but even if he could pull back he wouldnât want to. In fact, he wants more. Javier grabs at the shoulder strap of her dress, snagging the bra strap underneath it as well.
âOff,â he orders. Heâs already been reduced to one-word utterances but when his love, his wife, pulls her top down and somehow manages to unclasp then throw aside her bra he forgets both the English and Spanish languages in their entirety. With her guiding him, Javier pushes into her in one swift motion. Itâs sloppy, rushed, tinted with anger, desperation and the awareness that Chucho wonât be gone forever. Javier loves it all the same. Is grateful for her very existence as well as for how she clutches him in her cunt. She leaves wet kisses along his neck and at the hollow of his throat, leaving sparks in the wake of her lips. A familiar heavy feeling begins to build in his crotch and heâs not sure if heâll be able to hold it at bay for long. Throwing aside the skirt thatâs draped itself over her thighs, Javier reaches between them and grinds the heel of his palm against her clit. Aurora jumps.
âShit,â she curses but he knows itâs a curse uttered in appreciation. His hand there is the extra pressure she needs and soon sheâs shaking beneath him, building to her peak, and when she comes she flutters around him as her teeth sink into his shoulder. Another two stumbling thrusts and he follows with a growl and eyes squeezed tight as if his life depends on it. They stay there, wrapped around each other, as if they have all the time in the world.
âI still canât believe you scolded me in front of the cops,â she mutters, face buried against his chest.
âYeah?â Javier replies. âI canât believe my pregnant wife inserted herself into an ongoing robbery.â
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rumor has it if you say âfem jeggyâ three times in a row you summon me to you inbox đ«¶đ»
-i headcanon reg as having a preppy trust fund baby style even after she leaves grimmauld place (just less conservative) which tragically and much to regulusâ chagrin gets associated with being straight
-she and sirius both have those supermodel black genes which means lots of guys hit on her
-while regulus is great at her scathing dismissals she prefers when james intervenes (jealous james supremacist for LIFE)
-james will literally drape herself over regulus and give the cliche âis this guy bothering you babe?â speech all while flexing (sheâs got the BEST biceps bars none)
-james is fully willing to fistfight a dude if he fetishizes or insults her girlfriend
-regulus is a horny lesbian who thinks james defending her honor is EXTREMELY sexy (sheâs so right) and will fuck her in public places as a reward
-james is going to start intentionally provoking men at this rate bc godDAMN does regulus get frisky for protective james
-james is possessive as fuck over her girlfriend but regulus wants to be possessed so theyâre perfect for each other tbh
MORGANNNN SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET BACK TO U life's been a bit hectic, even today, which was supposed to be a rest day..
ANYWAYS !!! ALWAYS ECSTATIC TO SEE U IN MY INBOX, ESPECIALLY IF IT'S ABOUT FEM JEGGY <333
-u know i loveeee ur fashion hcs and this one is PERFECT and suits reg perfectly, also as a bisexual woman i can confirm that that specific style usually screams straight girl to me so i can imagine reg's struggle.. and james' too, she must have been devastated until she found out </3
-not the guyssss hitting on them.. don't get me wrong it's absolutely canon considering they're both gorgeous but . damn . can't they see they're not the target audience???? smh
-ofcccc reg lives for james intervening, she always has this 'i can handle it myself attitude' BUT seeing her gf deal with annoying and overbearing men gets her all hot and bothered <3
-GODDDD JAMES FLEXING HER MUSCLES TO SCARE THE DUDES AWAYYYYY i just know reg drags her away the moment the intimidation does its job (bc it always works i mean look at james) and fucks james within an inch of her life!!!
-i fully believe reg sometimes escalates the situation and makes it seem worse than it actually is just to see her gf kick an asshole's ass
-I LOVE ME SOME JEGGY EXHIBITIONISM KINK they both get off on the risk of being discovered, besides they're too horny and impatient to wait, they go for it whenever and wherever
-and yes, just like reg exaggerates the situation to watch her gf in a fight, james also pushes a bit bc she knows the reward is gonna be so WORTH IT
-YOU FUCKING GET ITTTTT they're both so possessive and jealous and love to belong to each other, they're absolutely obsessed, I LOVE MY HORNY LESBIANS
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Oh I feel bad :(. Could you do a Sans and Male Reader short story? I hope your day gets better! You're a great writer. Maybe Sans admits to the reader that he has a crush on them? (I know it's not very creative, and if you don't want to write for it, that's okay! I just hope (whatever you're going through) that you can see the good in whatever's happening. There's always something good to latch onto in a bad situation. I love your writing, and hope your day gets better. :)
Thanks so much for the prompt. :) Iâm feeling much better than I had been, and this fic really helped! Itâs just a random reader and a Sans. I think Reedz was kept pretty gender neutral in this one, but I imagined a male reader.
Thanks for the compliments as well. It was a huge confidence booster. :)
Fic is under the cut!
You sighed, struggling to light the cigarette in your hands. Today had just been absolute shit. First, Sans - the skeleton, as he had told you when youâd first met - had introduced you to Toriel and Asgore. That wouldâve normally gone a lot better, had you not made a complete fool of yourself because they were royalty.
Youâd floundered in the kitchen when trying to help Toriel bake a pie, you had spilled tea all over yourself, and your attempt at a goat pun had fallen ridiculously flat. You just werenât good at that stuff, especially under pressure. Toriel had given you a pity laugh and Asgore had given you a patient smile. The kid there, Frisk, was evidently the ambassador that youâd heard so much about. They had just scrunched up their nose at the pun. Sigh.
Worst of all was probably the way Sans had been watching you all night, though. He had that same smile on his face, that idiotic âI know something you donât knowâ smirk that, for some ungodly reason, just made your heart thump a little harder in your ribs. It had only gotten more genuine, wider, after your failures today.
God. He probably thought you were a bumbling moron.
You sighed, relieved as you finally got the cigarette lit. You didnât smoke often, but you needed to relax after today. You watched the sky, shivering; it was hella cold out, but you would sacrifice that for the view of the stars. Something about it helped to ease the tension in your body, and that always helped you think just a bit clearer.
That wouldâve been nice, if all of your thoughts werenât stuck on Sans.
You knew you had a crush on him. Hell, youâd had a crush on him since the day you met. You had relieved that moment way too many times since then - really, an embarrassing amount of times since then. You remembered the exact look on his face, the exact shape of his eyesockets and the surprised little flicker in his eyes, right down to the moment when youâd fallen directly into him.
You had always been ridiculously clumsy in the winter. Fuck ice. But in this case, you had slipped and fallen on something much softer than icy sidewalks - surprisingly, Sansâs bones were much softer, something you could easily see yourself cuddling. And god, had you imagined it, seeing as you had no control over your dreams. But, unfortunately for Sans, when you fell into him that day, around 2 months ago, all of the art supplies you had been carefully lugging along with you to your studio had decided to fall directly into his fucking eyesocket.
You had been so embarrassed, apologizing profusely, blood rushing to your cheeks faster than to your head as you picked up the few things that didnât go into his eye. He was absolutely frozen under you, sockets void of color. And you still remembered the exact thing heâd said, the thing that had made your heart suddenly skip just a single beat, enough to make you feel off for the rest of the day.
âeye know iris-k sounding cornea, but i think you just got lost in my eyes.â
You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that moment. It had been one of your most embarrassing ones, for sure - and that was saying a lot. But it had introduced you to⊠wellâŠ
He was funny. Witty, really, with how fast and clever he was with puns. He was protective and good at it too - something you had always needed, being not too strong and not too smart. He made you laugh when you needed it, which was more and more frequently nowadays. But better yetâŠ
You made him laugh too. And it seemed like, sometimes, he needed it  more than you did.
So yeah. You had a crush on a (depressed?) comic skeleton without flesh who would probably think your taste in men is weird. And, well, it probably was. You had only dated a few people before, none of those relationships going very far, and all of them more outlandish in personality than the last. Figured the next one would be a skeleton.
Next⊠er⊠Crush. Not date. Because, wellâŠ
Why would he ever want you?
You sighed, watching the stars, alone with your thoughts.
âheya, buddy.â
Not as alone as you thought.
âGAH!â You jumped, eyes widening. Sans held up his hands as a sign of good will. âJesus, donât DO that! Why do you move silently!?â
Sans grinned, eyes flickering with mischief. Oh no. âiâm not jesus, but feel free to worship me if youâd like.â You groaned, rolling your eyes and looking away from him, visibly pouting. He laughed, motioning next to you on the steps leading to your apartment complex. Youâd been living next door to the brothers for awhile now, another fact that made your heart pound. Close proximity did shit to your hormones. âthis seat taken?â
You took a breath, letting the smoke trail out your nose as you breathed out. âBe my guest.â
He sat down, glancing at the cigarette. âthat stuffâll kill you, yâknow.â
âNot today, it wonât.â You slipped it out of your mouth and crushed it under your shoe anyways. No sense subjecting him to the smoke (did smoking even affect skeletons?). âWhat brings you out here?â
He didnât say anything for a minute. You didnât look his way; doing that usually just made you flustered. You watched the stars in silence until he spoke. âi, uh⊠wanted to talk to you.â
âAbout what?â Again, he paused. You risked a glance his way. His cheeks were a bit flushed, tinted blue with his magic. He looked embarrassed, to say the least. At first glance, the sight was adorable to you, making you just want to hug him close and not let him go as you laughed about how silly he looked with a blush. But, well, then your brain caught up with your thoughts.
He was embarrassed.
Oh.
You sighed. âI get it,â you said, seeing him jolt out of the corner of your eye even as you looked down. âLook, Iâll stop bothering you guys, I know I made a complete ass of myself tonight-â
âwhat? bud-â
â-And I mean, who even tries to joke around with royalty, right? But I was just hella flustered, and when I get stressed out, word vomit happens - like, erg, right there, who uses the phrase âword vomitâ, thatâs just disgusting-â
âhuman.â
â- So yeah, Iâll just head back inside and you can ignore me for like the rest of life because I know Iâm just an embarrassment of a friend? Alright, nice talk, see-â
His hand slapped over your mouth, causing you to stop speaking, mostly out of shock, both from the hand and his face. He looked so concerned. âokay, first off⊠what? the fuck?â
He dropped his hand. You stayed silent. âlike⊠dude. i donât give a shit about dinner? actually, believe it or not, that was one of the best times at toriâs that iâve ever had.â
âSeriously? Sans, I accidentally put salt in the pie. A fucking cup of salt, Sans.â
âand?â Sans ran his hand over his vertebrae, a lopsided grin on his face, eyes just full of light (not that you saw any of this). âyou were sodium cute.â
âSans, stop it with the p-â Your words left you instantly as you processed what he had said.
â⊠fuck.â
âSans-â
âfuckfuckfuckfuck-â You looked over in time to see him bury his head in the hood of his jacket. His cheeks, still visible, were stained a brilliant blue. âshit, i have better ones in stock and thatâs the one i went with!?â
You blinked, mouth opening and closing without a sound.
He gestured wildly, hood flipping back as he did, still talking. âi was gonna take you to grillbyâs, use my old me-n-u pun, or maybe start a fire in the fireplace at toriâs and say âyouâre hot and i want sâmore of youâ - and in the end i went with sodium cute?!â He covered his face with his hands.
âSans.â
He peeked at you out of the corner of his hands. You laughed a bit at his bashful expression; it wasnât a face you could ever have imagined on him. âSans, youâre⊠Youâre flirting with me?â
âerâŠâ He cleared his throat, sitting up a bit. âwell, i was tryinâ to. dunno how bad iâm doinâ.â
âBut⊠why?â
He blinked, watching you. You felt your cheeks warm up at his expression and wow okay the winter air suddenly felt much less chilly with the look in his eyes. âbuddy. have you seen yourself?â He gestured to you with his hand, a helpless look on his face. âyouâre goddamn gorgeous, hilarious, and so fucking kind you make my soul hurt.â Your heart lept into your throat as he said that. âiâve been tryinâ to figure out how to ask you out since, heh, i got lost-â
â-in my eyes,â you finished, wonderment on your face. He stuttered to a stop, that blue tint pulling all your attention. He just nodded wordlessly. âI⊠SansâŠâ
ââs⊠âs okay if you⊠yâknow⊠arenât interested in all this.â
âSans.â You reached out and grabbed his hand. He started at the touch and looked at you. âI⊠Goddamn it.â You tugged him forward, shutting your eyes and going for it. You lifted his chin so he was in the right position and kissed him-
Right on his teeth.
You pulled back quickly, blushing and opening your eyes. He looked⊠confused? Fuck. Fuck that was the first time you had kissed him. You had just kissed a skeleton.
HE DIDNâT HAVE FUCKING LIPS.
â⊠Goddamn it, I canât do anything right,â you said softly, clearing your throat. âBut, uh⊠T-Think that tells you how I feel about you.â
Sans blinked. He slowly, slowly began to ease into a comfortable smirk. âyeah, you⊠really canât kiss right, can you?â
âŠ. Ouch.
This was a prank, wasnât it? An awful, sick joke he had played on you. And you had fallen-
âcause, well, it takes tulips to kiss, and while you rose to the occasion, i was a lily bit too lazy, huh?â
âŠ
This motherfucker.
Your shock turned into a wide, beaming smile. âSans. Sans, thereâs no flowers out here, itâs the middle of winter.â
âhmm⊠icy.â  You snorted, your emotions running away with you. Fuck. Fuck, he liked you. He actually - oh god, you actually liked each other? That was a thing? That was a thing that was currently happening? He looked at you and your heart skipped more than just one beat, thumping hard in your chest. Because suddenly, he looked proud, happy, and most of allâŠ
Passionate.
âwell⊠maybe thistle cheer you up.â As he pulled you forward slowly, hand under your chin, you could feel the magic tingling around his skull, and suddenly you were kissing lips made of that magic that made you feel so intensely, andâŠ
He was definitely right.
That cheered you up immensely.
You pulled away softly, a smile on your face. âGuess our love really⊠blossomed from that first pun?â
âheheh⊠youâll make a good pupil,â Sans said, winking. âcâmon - itâs cold out. letâs go warm up, verta-bae.â
You liked the sound of that.
#I really enjoyed this!#Prompt Fic#Ask Prompt#Fic Prompt#anonymous#Anon#Asks#Reader/Sans#Ficlets#I would actually love to do more of these
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