When Two Fates Intertwine (Sans x Reader)

The Very Essence of His Being

Author's Note

What was once the "lemon" system shall now be renamed the "spice" system, as per this decade's slang (lol). 

Here are the new spice ratings: 

🌶️= things are a little steamy. There might be tongue??? 

🌶️🌶️ = what is he doing with his soul???? ️️️

🌶️🌶️🌶️= since when are lightsabers a thing??????!! 

Why do I bring this up? Well, this chapter is officially rated a spice level of 🌶️🌶️. Anyone who doesn't want to see anything uh... sensual... should stop when warned. You'll see another two chilis. And don't worry, at least in this chapter, you won't be missing much story wise. If ever there's a need to explain what went on in the skipped section, a second author note will be included at the end. 

And as for everyone else, enjoy, you dirty sinners. ;)

~Sans' Perspective~

I'm the first to wake up. My boney eyelids slowly slide open and I lay in the darkness for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. I wouldn't say I feel refreshed, per se, but for the first time in a long time, my bones feel... light. There isn't any pain behind my eyesockets. I feel like I could just... get up. Without any effort.

When was the last time I felt like this? I... I can't even remember.

Two shades of blue light dance across the ceiling. The first I'm intimately familiar with–royal blue–but the other takes me a second to recognize. A lighter blue glow, one that reminds me of the sky. The dream I'd had is already becoming muddled, but I remember the sky. A beautiful light blue, full of limitless possibilities.

Just like her. I fight the urge to get up and look for the source of the light blue glow. Her soul is singing its siren call, its melodic tones so beautiful they nearly put me into a trance. What I wouldn't give to hold it...

I can already imagine the look on her face if I were to do something like that.

She'd turn beet red, and she'd look confused for just a split second, and then... Huh. Actually, I dunno what would happen next. Is that something she would even want? She hasn't even seen my soul yet. Wait–my soul! I can feel it floating lazily just above my chest, flickering gently in sync with the light from hers. Why is it out?!

I can recall bits and pieces of my dream, but not many of the details–I get the feeling there are some parts I'm better off forgetting. But there's one thing I'm certain of.

She was there... somehow. She came to get me. I reach out and gently brush her hair out of her face, carefully averting my gaze from the glow above her chest. She looks so peaceful in her sleep. What did I ever do to deserve you, Buttercup?

Her eyes slowly blink open, and I freeze, feeling like I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes lock with mine, a quick succession of emotions flitting across her face. I'm too caught up in my own thoughts to register them.

Shit.

"This isn't what it... um..."

Why didn't I put my soul away when I had the chance? Fucking idiot–this is bad. This is bad in so many goddamn ways. You're hovering over her like a creep with both your souls out, and if that wasn't bad enough, your soul is a goddamn piece of shit–

She reaches up and cups my cheek, a bemused smile on her face. Her touch immediately extinguishes every thought in my head, a slight shiver running down the length of my spine.