bits of sansby!

scarves.

Sans liked scarves.

... that was about it.

They were easy to shrink away into, cover a poorly-done grin or the occasional sneer. Masking yourself covertly was such a delight to him- even if he wasn't exactly sure why.

Plus, they just looked cool. Okay?

Swaddled up in his favorite one, a slightly oversized, faded blue scarf, Sans laid into his elbows as he drifted away over Grillby's bar top. Another perk of scarves! Wearable pillow.

There was a warm tap at the top of his skull. Sans cracked open an eye socket, grinning at the sight of Grillby peering down at him. A warmth gathered in his cheekbones, once again thankful to have it be concealed by the scarf.

Sans sat up, stretching his bones with a loud pop, trying not to giggle at Grillby's cringe. A sweeping glance around the room told him that the bar was empty- just Sans and Grillby.

Just Sans.

And his boyfriend.

"mm, thank you for wakin' me- no, i'd rather still be asleep. i take it back. no thank you," Sans said lazily, resisting the urge to go right back to laying on the bar like earlier.

Grillby let out an amused puff, sitting at the seat next to Sans's usual. "I thought it would be for the best... I've cleaned the entire bar already."

Grillby paused, turning on the stool to look directly at Sans, their knees bumping into each other. "It was... lonely."

Sans let out a sincere 'aw!' at that. "i'm sorry, you could've woken me up sooner," he said genuinely.

Laughing in the airy, crackly way Sans was obsessed with, Grillby leaned a bit in Sans's direction. "Too kind," he said simply, flames dancing with a sharper brightness at the tip of his head.

Sans smiled, his scarf shifting a bit at the corners of his mouth. "should i get going, then? don't want tibia nuisance, heh."

Rolling his eyes as obviously as possible, Grillby just about closed the gap between them. "I just said I cleaned everything... numbskull."

Sans's eye sockets widened at the pun- a truly rare and delightful occurrence. He laughed whole-heartedly, the heat emanating from Grillby growing stronger, before getting a bit cold.

Sans stopped laughing.

"are- you good?" Sans asked, trying to search Grillby's expression. Unfortunately such a thing was difficult when you had about two dots to read and a colour.

The bartender let out a discontented hum, getting closer yet. "No, it's..."

Grillby reached out, Sans doing his best to not visibly freak out. Grillby laid a hand on Sans's cheekbone. The feeling of his warmth filtered through the scarf, almost spreading out was intoxicating.

Hidden bone dusted with blue, Sans watched Grillby's hand trail down the scarf, to the slightly frayed ends sitting in his lap, toying with them between his fingers.

"scarf. you- you know what a scarf is, right?" Sans asked, only half-joking.

The flame elemental gave a grin at that, "Yes, Sans. I have scarves of my own," he said. "But... you're so..."

Grillby's hands moved back to the main area of the scarf wrapped around Sans's skull. His fingers hooked around the top, Sans trying not to lean into the touch.

"Hidden."

Carefully pushing it down, Grillby stared with a gentle intensity as he uncovered the blue flush underneath, brighter than the scarf itself. Sans watched silently as Grillby cracked an even bigger smile.

"I like seeing you blush..." he said, tilting his head as he pushed it even further down.

"And while I think they're a bit silly, but I won't hide my flames giving you a little light-show," Grillby continued.

Grazing his fingers over Sans's cheekbones, he let heat blossom in precise points, nearly lulling Sans back to sleep. Grillby continued to smile.

Sans wished he could get out a single word, but he was- what even was the right word? Starstruck?

Write that one down.

"And then your smile."

Moving the scarf down to hang below his chin, Grillby cupped Sans's skull in his hands, bright white eyes almost shimmering as he watched Sans.

"Even when you let it falter..." the elemental said quietly, tracing the outline of Sans's mouth.

"When it's just your perma-grin..." Grillby continued, his touch ever gentle, intentionally letting heat flow over the bone.

"And by Asgore, when it's a real smile," Grillby said, practically an inch from Sans now.

"I love it. I love you."

Grillby properly closed the gap, Sans's body moving almost automatically, hooking his arms around the back of Grillby's neck, more or less inhaling the heat that soared through his bones.

It was a short-lived kiss, but still impactful. Sans looked down, surprisingly warm breath escaping his teeth. He almost began to rattle, but it was something different.

"sap."

Grillby scoffed playfully, hands moving- back to Sans's scarf ends? What?

Without warning, Grillby gave a rather demanding tug, Sans almost launching into Grillby's arms, looking into his wide grin, flames snapping with excitement.

"Well then, looks like you want spice instead," he said lowly, nearly breaking into a chuckle.

Sans gasped, letting out a shocked laugh, and tried to bring the scarf back over his mouth to hide the blossoming blue flush, before Grillby stopped him in his tracks.

"Silly," he said, moving his hand back to tap at his own mouth.

Sans stared, letting out another startled laugh, before the rest of the night passed in a fiery blur.

Sans stayed the night.

(*^^*)

Sans... still liked scarves.

But he wore them a bit differently now.

And his favorite, faded blue one seemed to have... a bit of ash on it?

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WHOOOOOOO YEAHHHH BABY THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT

i actually have ace headcanons for the two (self-projecting? meh) but sometimes i just toss it for a relatively more... different. thing. ufh word hard

sorry for not updating this like ever! i think i said this would be a sparse book but i didn't really intend for it to be t h i s sparsely updated. oh well. my bad! i just don't typically write undertale much anymore, as much as i still love it

well, that's a wrap folks! hope you enjoyed to scroll this far :)