I'm such a sucker for the classic au it's crazy sighs (Fell, Swap, and Sans-) do you have any HCs of what their first dates would be like?
First Dates HCs
aughhh I have such a hard time writing swap, I always feel like I misscharacterize him in someway :( I think this turned out alright, but don't be afraid to give me some feedback on him!!
Fell:
He'd try to take you somewhere nice, maybe not super fancy, but not his usual cup of tea either.
The table was neat, and on top laid candles. In the warm light, the dark suit Sans wore was illuminated a deep yellow. The tie he had being the same shade of crimson as his eyes. It was neatly knotted into place in a way that you knew Edge had to help him with. The thought of Sans begrudgingly asking him for help after hours of trying to figure it out on his own made you giggle.
His flirtatious persona dwindled, the occasional bead of sweat dripped down his skull. He tries his best to act casual, but he stumbles over most, if not all, of his words. This kind of setting is not something he's used to in the slightest and it shows with how many times he adjusts his collar.
After a few giggles at his jokes, his confidence steadily returns. He starts to make his puns and jabs, grinning impossibly wide when he gets a particularly long wheeze from you.
Swap:
You haven't a clue what Sans had planned. All he told you was to wear something nice, but not too fancy and he'd pick you up at noon.
His phalanges are warm over your eyes. You feel the soft ground beneath your feet, grass tickling your ankle. Sans is ushering you forward, reassuring you its just a little bit longer. Finally, you come to a stop. The sun is beating down on your neck, and you can feel the slight breeze at the hem of your dress.
Sans pulls his phalanges away and your eyes flutter open. The light is blinding, but it doesn't take your eyes long to adjust. At your foot is a red and white checkered sheet, on top sits your favorite foods and treats. Each one looks homemade, it must've taken him days to make the food alone. Little fairy lights droop from the twisting tree beside the sheet, casting a shadow over everything.
Sans waits eagerly for your response, anticipation etched onto all of his features. A bead of sweat falls down his skull, as if he's waiting for ridicule. When two arms wrap around him in a hug he's stunned. His arms melt into the embrace.
The two of you talk way into dusk, until the sky is littered with stars.
Classic:
Obviously it's at Grillby's.
Grillby's isn't just a random restaurant. Opening the front door, the smell of grease and onion rings transports you to much simpler memories full of puns and laughter shared between you and Sans. He would take you to Grillby's not out of laziness but in the desire to take the pressure off of the date. He wants it to feel casual, to see the more vulnerable side of you that he had become so accustomed to.
He cracks puns typically, the fact that it's under different circumstances doesn't change that. In fact, his already obnoxious puns get more frequent. You know him well enough now to know he's trying to get reactions from you. Safe to say, it works. Every giggle or snort he's able to pull from you makes his confidence grow.
Giggles dissolve into softer tones, mirroring the deeper conversation. Sans's signature smile still remains plastered on his face, but his eye's are much more relaxed. His skull rests in his hands, nodding at everything you have to say, only budding in when he has something witty or important to add.
The night doesn't end in the restaurant, but with the walk you have home.
