Wings of the Angels (Birdtale!Sans x Angel!Reader)

chapter 7

*edited as of 12/4/22

Ever since Sans discovered you in the woods, the stouter skeleton seemed a lot more cautious around you. He kept a close eye on you and refused to let you run any errands on your own. You hated being babied by him, but it got him out of his room at the least you supposed. Besides, it was nice to spend time with him. Whenever the two of you had nothing else to do, you'd trudge down to Grillby's and watch in absolute shock and horror as the skeleton monster downed BOTTLES of ketchup. It almost made you sick to watch, but you couldn't take your eyes off of it. Whenever he offered some to you, you'd quietly tell him you didn't drink and then proceed to order the strongest drink Grillby would serve you to erase the memory of Sans drinking the condiment until he literally passed out. Besides watching the trainwreck that was Sans at the bar, you had also been attending to your wings more and more. By no means were you in flying condition, but you were able to free your pinions from their gauze prison. Sans often marveled at your intriguing set of wings, soft as downy and white as the snow that sprinkled the winter town. You couldn't exactly pin why, but whenever your skeletal companion complimented your wings, you felt your cheeks warm up. You brushed it off as flattery though, to avoid whatever other thing it could be...

It was one of the many days that you were lazing about with the smaller skeleton in his home, the two of you occupying either end of the couch as you half-assedly watched the television. Some gameshow played, but you could hardly focus on whatever the hell was happening purely because you didn't really fancy the voice of the host. Sans seemed to agree, he was much to haughty for the two of you to enjoy. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, flicking through channel after channel. "The underground doesn't really have the most interesting channels." He explained as he settled on just leaving it on the gameshow as background noise. He sat up, tucking his hands in his lap. "What's it like on the surface? You get a lotta good channels?" He cocked his head, picking at his sleeve. You sat up across from him, sitting your hands in your lap. "Mh... I wasn't much of a television watcher, really. Besides, I could hardly get any channels out in the middle of the woods." You mused, drumming your fingers against your leg. "I spent a lot of time reading, actually!" He hummed softly, nodding as he adjusted himself. "Interesting. I shoulda pinned you as a reader." He chuckled, grin widening a bit. You smiled, returning the laugh quietly. "What do you mean by that?"

He thought for a moment, shrugging. "Well— I just mean that—" His thought was cut short as the door was thrown open. Papyrus ducked inside, sputtering. "UNDYNE— SHE'S— OH DEAR ASGORE—" The smaller skeleton wad already up to console his brother as he slammed the door shut and locked it. "Yeesh, Paps, you sound like you've seen a ghost— calm down. What's up with Undyne?" He chuckled, tilting his head back to gaze up at his brother.

"SHE'S—"

and for the second time, a statement was cut off. But this time, it was by the door being kicked in. Papyrus leapt back, grabbing Sans by his hood and dragging him away as he obscured your vision by blocking you from the visitor (if you could call them that?) "OH! UNDYNE— HOW LOVELY OF YOU TO VISIT OUR HUMBLE ABODE.... WHAT BRINGS YOU IN THIS NECK OF THE WOODS?" You couldn't tell if Papyrus was trying to sound like a moron or if that was just his tone, but heavy footsteps made you jolt. They thudded closer until they stopped right in front of the skeleton duo. Sans threw you a nervous glance, eyes empty as he turned back to look at the owner of the footsteps. Words were most definitely exchanged, but you couldn't hear them, even Papyrus was deathly silent. Suddenly, an armored hand shoved the two skeletons aside, and you were met with a glowing blue mass of energy that formed the sharp tip of a spear. Looking past it, you could see the owner, clad in full plate armor. Their face was obscured, but you could tell they were staring directly at you.

"Finally— You're mine."