Sans x Reader - Soul Mates

Part 7

"I'm their WHAT! I can't! I can barely keep myself alive how can I keep a 12 year old alive and well!" You started to panic as you paced the kitchen. You started rambling on about how you killed your pet goldfish when you were 8 and how the same would happen to Frisk. As if Sans could tell you were on the way to a full-blown panic attack he pulled you into a hug.

"Shh... It's okay. I'm here for you, you don't have to worry. I'll help you raise Frisk, we all will. Everyone loves the kid to the surface and back." He whispered in your ear as he held you close to his chest ((Ribs?)). Your shaking hands gripped his jacket as you tried to calm down and breath normally. He slowly rubbed calming circles on your back as he helped you through your panic attack. When you managed to calm down you slowly released your death grip on his jacket and wiped away the few tears that fell with the back of your hand.

"I-I'm sorry... Yo-You shouldn't have t-to put up with this." You lowered your head in shame and tried to turn away from him.

"(Y/N). Don't say that. You're not alone anymore. I'm here for you and so is everyone else. It's okay if you have panic attacks like that, I have them too. More often then what is healthy, to be honest. I'm always going to be here for you. No matter what, when, or what for. Understand?" As Sans gave his little speech he wiped away what tears you missed and slowly fixed your hair. You nodded with a little smile.

"I-I never had anyone to be there for me. Besides my mom that is." You said under your breath as you turned to look at the stove. There was no way you were going to be able to lift that pot.

"What do you mean your mom? That bitch that hit you? Sorry, but I don't see her helping you in any way." Sans said with a low growl at the thought of her.

"No, that's not my real mom, I was adopted and so was Frisk. I had a real mom up in till I was 9. That bitch is like my 4th cousin twice removed or some shit. When my mom was.... was killed when I was 9 I had no grandparents or aunts or uncles who would take me in. She wasn't going to either but did when she found out about the fat check I came with. So she adopted me and figured that she might as well put me to work. I was pulled out of school and worked around the house and did sowing for people in our neighbourhood. I guess she thought that I wasn't making enough money so..." You trailed off. This was part of your history you weren't very happy about and you really didn't want to explain it.

"Shh. It's all right. You don't have to say anymore. How about a subject change? What do you do for a living?" Sans asked with a small smile as he leaned against the counter and looked down at you. You let out a small giggle as you rolled your eyes,

"I work three jobs to be honest. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays I work at a pub as a waiter/waiters. On Tuesdays and Fridays I work as a retail sales person at Belk. And on Thursdays I work at the library. I sometimes take on Sundays at the pub as a singer. It's most busy after church hours. Surprisingly a lot of people go to church, say they're going to clean themselves up, then just come right back." You say with a sigh as you pull at the fraying hem of the shirt you were waring. 

"Well, you won't need to work like that anymore," Sans said with a small smirk. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a large pouch before tossing it onto the counter. Whatever was in the bag hit with a heavy thunk. You looked at the bag then back at him with a questioning look. "That is our currency. We found a whole bunch of the stuff when we were building our houses, roads, and just generally expanding our population. Turns out just what is in this bag is worth more then you could imagine." He opened the bag and pulled out a single gold coin. It easily was about the size of your palm. "Pure gold. Each of our coins weighs in at about a kilo and with the gold exchange rate at what it is now this little gold coin is worth roughly 41,019 of your U.S. dollars ((£30,656)) Now in this bag alone I have about  50 of them. So you won't have to work a day in your life ever again." Your jaw nearly hit the ground. That... was a lot of money, but why would you never have to work?

"Wait... I don't understand. What does that have to do with me not working? I still need to work to support Frisk and myself." You asked as you looked up at him. Sans seemed to freeze for a few seconds before smiling again.

"Were soul mates. As the dominant in our relationship I'm the one to provide for the both of us, and the children we'll have." He said... wait what!

"D-Dominant? Children! D-Don't you think you are going a bit fast there?" Your whole face was flushed red and was spreading down your neck. He tilted his skull to the side. Sans seemed completely confused by this.

"No, I don't think so. That's how relationships work. There is always a dominant and a submissive. The dominant goes to work, makes the money, provides for the family, and protects their submissive and kids. The submissive stays at home, gives birth, takes care of the kids, and pleases their dominant. It's the way of nature." He explained.

"I don't know about monster relationships but humans don't work like that. We take months if not years to even get married for the most part. Children mostly come after being married. But then again you do have one night stands that go wrong or teen pregnancies are becoming more common. But the point is that our definitions of 'relationships' must be very different." You said as the floor seemed to become more and more interesting. Oh hey, that's a crack in the tile! Cool!

"Really? The way we do it is very quick. We 'date' for a few days, by then we would know if we were compatible with each other. However, everyone has their Soulmate. You are mine. I believe you humans have something like it. Love at first sight or something like that." He said as he put the coin back up. He tied the pouch and left it sitting on the counter before holding a large hand out to you. You took his hand slowly and gasped when he slowly pulled you towards him. Sans chuckled and kissed the back of your hand before moving up to the crook of your elbow. He locked eyes with you before coming close to your face, so close that you could feel his breath again. His eyes darted to your lips as he leaned in...