Ever since the day he met you, Sans was in love. When you had walked into the room to meet the 17th battalion, your battalion, for the first time, he couldn't take his eyes from you. When he'd heard your voice, he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep listening to your sweet tone every night while you held him. Everything about you had encapsulated him, drawing him in to never be released.
Of course, being the man he was, he was never shy about his crush. He constantly flirted with you from the start, taking any chance he got to try and make your cheeks flush. At first, it had worked, but soon you became immune to his words, much to his annoyance. But he didn't let this stop him, he still kept shooting his shots, attempting to woo you into a date. Every time you playfully shot him down, and he would only be more determined.
The men under his command all teased him, but he didn't mind, he even enjoyed it. Especially when Steele was the one poking fun at him. He took it lightheartedly and liked to try and convince them that he would win you over someday.
And your actions and affection towards him only made his crush stronger. You would show genuine love and care, always reminding him that you were there for him. That you loved him and would do anything for him.
His love for you was always growing, constantly. Every time you ran your fingers gently through his curls, holding him as he fell asleep on your chest, it blossomed. When you hugged him after being away for too long (too long usually meaning only a few days) and told him about how you'd missed him, (well, how you'd missed the whole 17th), his heart melted in his chest as you melted in his arms. When you took your clones on trips to your home, to Dohbar, and spent the evening watching the sunset and stars sparkle as you talked about nothing for hours, all he heard was your beautiful voice. He didn't watch the same view you were. The sky was nothing compared to you.
And it was on another one of these trips that he made a decision. He was going to fully admit his love to you, because he desperately needed you to know just how much he truly did love you.
"Y/n," Sans said, gaining your attention, "can I talk to you?"
"Of course," you replied, standing up and following him out of the room. It was a beautiful evening, the sky painted stunningly with pinks, yellows, oranges, and purples, clouds dotting the horizon. The sunset had to be the most beautiful you had ever seen.
When you finally drug your eyes from the scene before you, your eyes met Sans's gaze. It shocked you slightly. He had never looked like this before. There was so much love and determination in his eyes, and you could feel your heart beginning to break, because you knew what was coming.
"Y/n, I have to be honest with you," he said, voice steady as he spoke. "I can't keep this to myself anymore."
"Sans-"
"Please, y/n. I need to say this." His eyes begged you to let him speak, and you couldn't deny him that. Though it broke you, you nodded your head.
"I've been in love with you ever since the second I laid eyes on you. When you entered that room, I knew that I was done for. It's like I haven't looked at a single person other than you since you smiled at me. And every day, I've tried to show you just how much I truly do love you, but I don't think I've ever meant it like I do now. Every time I fell asleep in your arms, I didn't have those nightmares. I dreamt of peace, life after the war with you. I dreamt of us having our own family. Y/n, I've never wanted anything more than this, to be with you."
Sans took a breath before he gently reached out to lift your face, which you had dropped down.
"I've never been more certain than one thing, and that is that you are my soulmate, y/n Jinn, my true love, whatever you want to call it."
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Star Wars oneshots
FanfictionA collection of oneshots mainly for clones, sometimes for others
