Legends Say... (Sans X Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

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After a while, you got tired if dragging around Sans. So, he obliged and walked himself. You had the map this time, so nothing bad would happen when it comes to that.

After a while of walking, tiny snowflake drifted down and landed on your nose.

You looked at the tiny snowflake (cross-eyed, probably), your eyes widening by the seconds in disbelief.

"hey, bud? you look like you've never seen a snowflake before." Sans noted.

Your eyes just kept getting wider.

"you... you have seen snow, right?"

Slowly, you shook your head.

"really!? wow, i've lived with snow forever, in fact, i can't really see a life without the fluffy stuff."

"It only snows here every century..." you whispered.

"what!? that's... pretty-"

"'Cool'? Yeah, it is." You cut him off, stealing the pun (and the point) for yourself.

"wow, that was very-"

"'Cold-hearted'?"

"i was gonna say 'cold-souled', but that works too."

"Wow, Sans. Just... wow. Even when I steal them all, you're still one step ahead of me."

"well, it is hard to beat the pun master." Sans replied, brushing the snowflakes off his shoulder(bones? I don't know...)s.

"Well, anyway, we better keep going." You said, walking off with the map buried in your face, knowing that Sans would follow.

After a while of walking, a cold-wave (see what I did there???) suddenly struck you, making you shiver like you've never shivered before.

Sans noticed this, and lightly tapped on your shoulder.

"Y-y... y-y-y-yeah?" You stuttered, obviously cold.

Sans had pulled of his blue jacket and had it outwards, signaling that you should take it.

"Wh... wh-wh-what? N-n-no, it's y-y-your ja-jacket. Y-y-you should k-k-keep i-i-it..."

"look, you obviously need it much more than i do. my bones are adjusted to the cold, and you're shivering like a freak. plus, this jacket is just for fashion purposes." He whispered that last part.

"A-a-are... are you s-sure?"

"of course. i only use it for the pockets. and my shorts have pockets, so..."

Sighing in defeat, you reached out to grab the jacket, but Sans pulled it away from you.

"here, let me..." Sans said, pulling the jacket over you in a gentle, kind way. Once he was done, you nuzzled into the jacket.

It was surprisingly very warm. Closing your eyes in comfort, you realized it smelled like...

Huh. It was one of those smells you just can't describe.

It still smelled good. Very good.

Opening one of your eyes, you noticed Sans was staring at you.

"...What are you looking at?"

"o-oh! uhm, nothing. well, you're not shivering, so that'd good." Sans blurted out, changing the subject before the blush on his face got to large.

The blush was still appeared, and he still turned into a blueberry.

Oh, the irony.

"...Yeah, it did work. This thing pretty warm."