AU Sans x Reader Oneshots!!!

Swapfell Sans x Reader

"HUMAN! YOU BETTER BE READY TO GO!" Sans hollered out to you from below.

"Coming my lord!" You quickly finish strapping on your boots, then dash down the stairs, careful that your steps were timed evenly, so you wouldn't trip. Sans was tapping his foot impatiently, a slight scowl on his face. He really is hard to please. 

"GOODNESS Y/N! YOU ARE BOUND TO TAKE AS LONG AS MY LAZY BROTHER!" He complained, only you smiled at his compliment.

"You said my name..." You mumbled under your breath, but with Sans's heightened magic skills with a skull that can somehow hear, he heard you, and his eye sockets lifted up in surprise, but only by a fraction. 

"OF COURSE! EVERYTHING I DO IS INTENTIONAL!" The lightest coloring of blue dusted his cheekbones, but assuming he would never love you back, made you think that you were still sleepy, just imagining things.

"Of course my lord." You bowed to him, loving the fact that you please him.

"MWEHEHEH!" Sans laughed, holding his chest for dramatics. His attire consisted of the usual pristine battle body armor, with the golden trim around the ends of the dark armor. The inside of the armor, was blue, the blue of his bright eyes, and his crimson scarf tied around his cervical vertebrae. His armor cut off too short, which shows off Sans's spine and the upper part of his pelvis. His shorts, ones that are cut off at the middle of his femur, and his black belt encrusted with golden spikes and a golden skull at the front, are a practical choice and stylish one. He has black socks that are above his patella, and his matching attire that are boots with heels, gloves and his infamous scarf. "THE MALIFICENT SANS WILL ALWAYS REIGN OVER THE SIMPLE, FEEBLE-MINDED PEASANTS!"

"That's what lords do m'lord." You heard the familiar, scratchy voice of Papyrus. You pivoted to the much taller brother, with the golden, gleaming tooth, black jacket with fur, and his long, black pants, complete with his orange turtleneck and orange shoes. "Mornin' Y/N." Papyrus winked at you.

"Good morning Papyrus." You smiled back, as Papyrus got out a dog treat. Right before he could lift it to his mouth to smoke, Sans slapped it out of his hand, surprising Papyrus and you of his sudden action. We wouldn't dare challenge Sans's authority, him being the captain of the royal guard and all, so he could do anything to get his way. 

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU OF SMOKING?!" Sans furrowed his eye sockets, glaring up at his brother.

"Not ta' do it m'lord." Papyrus was slightly shaking. You touched his arm in a sign of concern, but your arm got slapped too. You winced at the stinging of the slap, turning towards Sans's now furious eye lights.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Sans scolded you. His eye lights were hardened, and more red than before. He has been angrier, but this has been the angriest you have ever saw him at you. You may be a naive human, but you are also Sans's 'pet.' You have to please your master, and with that, you will get rewarded, and not punished.

"Yes Ma-lord." You caught yourself at the nick of time saying 'Master.' You don't know how he'll react if you were to call him that.

"GOOD. THE ONLY PERSON YOU SHOULD EVEN THINK OF TOUCHING," Sans pulls on the hem of your shirt, pulling you close to his face. "IS ME." 

You heard the soft 'clank' of his skull hitting yours. You stared at Sans's red eye lights, his expression, one of slyness, and yours, one of surprise. You thought Sans didn't like you. He shouldn't! You were only an imprisoned human, one at the will of his. You could be killed right now and sent to the capital by his hands, but he doesn't do that. He instead, treats you like a dog, and he cares for you, probably better than any other monster would. Asgore was going to kill you, you could tell from his eyes, and Temmie died because of him. You were heart broken at the loss of a close friend, but after a couple solemn minutes of mourning, you had to continue on your own, hopefully surviving.

"GO AWAY BROTHER..." Sans whispered, commanding Papyrus to leave the scene. You heard the shifting of the brother's footsteps receding, then gone to a quiet. Sans still held your position, you and him with locked gazes. His eye lights, even softer than before, were such a contrast to the rock hard glare he gave you earlier. Your master was confusing to say the least. 

You shuttered and sucked in a breath, as you felt cool phalanges covered in cloth, graze the back side of your head. The feeling warmed you a bit, causing a tingle to go around your head, neck and neck bones. He lightly brushed your loose strands of hair, a noticeable amount of care put into his intentional movements. He wove his phalanxes into the hair, and his other hand, slowly crawling down towards your waist. You were hyperaware of all of his movements, this being very unusual of him. You then saw the gap between you close, centimeter, by centimeter. Sans's eye sockets are now lidded, him looking towards your face in a strange expression you haven't seen on him before, since you thought he was unable to make such a feeling. 

His hands are ghosting around the back of your head, and his other hand rested at a sturdy spot of your waist. Sans was clutching you as though he were grabbing you, and supporting you. Your eyes shuttered as well, when your eye lashes grazed up against his skull. You both closed your eyes as you met your mouths to each others.' Sans's mouth was shrinking, an ability that was beyond your comprehension, and yours were too. The kiss had a strange sense of passion, coming from Sans's end, meanwhile yours,

yours was filled with confusion, and also, gratefulness.

You wanted this kiss, you wanted this kiss so bad, but you knew it wouldn't appear any time soon. You didn't even think it would happen, him being the master, and you being the servant. 

Yet, his actions fooled you, confused you, and kissed you.

It was a strange concoction of feelings and doubts.

"Y/N?" Sans finally broke the silence, and broke the kiss with it.

"Yes my lord?" You softly spoke back, worried you displeased him.

"WHY DON'T YOU KISS BACK?" His seeming to-be innocent question surprised you.

"Pardon?" You cocked an eyebrow.

"YOU KNOW FULLY WELL WHAT I MEAN." He spoke calmly.

"Well, my lord, I don't understand why." You explained in short.

"WHY? WELL, IF ONE IS TO KISS THE OTHER, IT HAS TO BE MUTUAL!" Sans declared it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

Mutual? As in... He wants both of us to kiss each other?

...

Is this a way of saying that we can...

I don't know...

Love each other?