When Two Fates Intertwine (Sans x Reader)

Better Together

Author's Note

I can't begin to tell you how surreal this feels to me. It's been nearly five years since I updated this story, and a lot has happened in that time. But recently... I don't know. I've fallen back in love with the story. I have a lot to say about what's happened since I've last been here, and my feelings about writing again, but I'll leave that for the end. For now, I'll give anyone who still reads the story just a little more content. I'll also likely be deleting the "last half chapter" if I start making regular updates (no guarantees!) as I'm retconning my ideas for the story a little bit. Pretend the last chapter never happened! Without further ado, for old and new readers alike... the next chapter. Apologies in advance for any change in writing style--it's been so long! 

~Your perspective~

Sans and you quietly shuffle through the snow, each of you absorbed in your own thoughts. Frisk had left you both to your own devices when you got to Snowdin, and Sans insisted on walking you home. Something had happened to him in the judgment hall, you're sure of it–but you're too focused on your own problems to give it too much thought. Sans appears to be thinking similarly, as he had suggested a walk to clear both of your heads, rather than taking the usual shortcut.

The meeting with the king had been heavier than expected, and you have a lot on your mind. You had sounded so confident about your hope in breaking the barrier when you spoke to the king, but the truth of the matter is that you have no real clue what it would entail.

I understand that it has to do with soul synchronization, but beyond that... you muse, eyes unfocused as you stare ahead. I hope Dr. Gaster knows what he's doing. This timeline may be unique because I'm in it, but I'm still just... well, me, I guess. But still, I have to try. I have to.

An image gently appears in your mind. Sans leaving the underground, irises full of wonder, face bathed in the light of the rising sun...

I have to try.

You continue to ruminate on it, barely feeling the lightly floating snow as it gently lands in your hair, or melts on your face. You snap out of your thoughts with a start as a sudden warmth brushes against your swinging hand. You look over at Sans as he gently takes your hand in his, thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

You glance over at him, somewhat surprised to find yourself meeting his eyes. He takes a breath to speak, but seems to think better of it as he lets it out again, and looks away.

"Sans?"

He lets out another breath and then turns to look at you again, squeezing your hand as if to reassure himself.

"You said that we're a team, right?" he starts uneasily.

"Of course."

You give his hand a squeeze, silently reassuring him that he can say whatever it is that's on his chest. He searches your face for a moment, and then nods slightly to himself before looking back ahead.

"Something happened to me earlier. Back in the judgment hall," he says quietly, his voice trembling slightly despite his attempts to keep it even. "At first, I wasn't gonna say anything about it. You have enough on your plate without me adding anything to it. But I... I want us to be more honest with each other from now on, if we're gonna be a team."

He looks at you sheepishly, his boney thumb tracing an anxious circle on the back of your hand. Your heart skips a beat as you study him, gentle waves of sincerity flowing from his soul. You stop walking, gently tugging him to a stop as well.

"Buttercup?"

You cup his cheekbone with a hand and pull him towards you, softly planting a kiss on his forehead.