Guys!!! He’s here!! I’m actually so happy with this!! I know it’s not anywhere close to amazing, but I think it’s personally really good for my abilities!
ITS MY MAN SANS!!!
Now, again, I am by no means an artist, but I sat down last night and somehow created this?? I’m proud of him. I’m proud of myself. I hope you all enjoy
More info on reference and colors below the cut
So, I used this picture of Temuera as Jango for a reference
All my colors I got directly from the picture, as in I used the little drop thingy to select the color for me
It’s quick, as well as slow. You both know you don’t have much time, but rushing anything between the two of you feels wrong. You both cling to every desperate second that you have with each other, being this close, being one.
His soft pants of your name send waves of heat through your body, and light moans fall from your lips every time he moves his hips. Your fingers tangle in his curls as his hands grip tighter to your waist. You rise up slightly, your chest almost colliding with his, before you lower yourself down. The action pulls a low groan from him, and his head leans back and hits the wall with a soft thud.
You can feel his legs tensing and relaxing as you straddle him. You can’t help yourself when you lean forward and nip at his neck. A hand grips tighter, and his hips rise again, a little harder this time, but he regains control. Neither of you want this to be over too soon.
You watch with half lidded eyes as he opens his own, his beautifully brown eyes piercing yours, making your whole body heat up under his gaze. “S’beautiful,” he mumbles, though his eyes stay on your face. More warmth comes to your cheeks, and you tilt your head down, closing your eyes. He gently lifts your chin back up with two fingers, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze again. “S’perfect,” he mumbles, leaning forward and connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.
His hand slides to the small of your back and pushes your forward, groaning as your body moves on his. “Can’t believe…S’all mine…”
“S’all yours,” you mumble back quietly, mouth already hanging open slightly from his movements under you. “S’handsome…s’perfect…”
“Copy-cat,” he says before giving a light chuckle that quickly turns to both of you letting out simultaneous sounds of pleasure as your bodies move. “Dank farrik…” he sighs, his head falling back again, “‘course we can’t even laugh like this.” You just hum, leaning forward and kissing his exposed neck. You feel his body tense as his breath hitches in reaction to your sudden move, but soon enough he’s relaxing again and letting his quiet groans slip out.
It’s quiet again between the two of you, save for the sounds of your bodies and pleasure. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much of an affect Sans has on you just by merely existing. You’ll never tell him about all those times you thought about him late at night, or in the shower, when he definitely shouldn’t have been in your imagination. But you know he also had those nights, the ones where he craved you as much as you craved him. When you were only a tent away on the battlefield, when you could have gone to each other like you do now.
A low huff gains your attention, and you watch as Sans’s eyes close and his brows scrunch together. His movements are getting a bit faster, and you can feel his body almost screaming for him to allow himself to let go of control. You lean forward, making sure to accentuate the movement with your hips, and kiss his scrunched brow. A quick, hot breath fans onto your skin, and his hands grip tighter on your waist.
“Mesh’la,” he mumbles, and you can hear the restraint in his voice, “please…I won’t last…”
You let out your own small amused huff through your nose, leaning back and pausing for a second, taking his face gently in your hands. “Let me take over.” Sans can do nothing but melt into your touch and nod his head briefly, and you lean forward to kiss him passionately one more time before you begin to take control.
When you begin to move again, Sans’s eyes roll back, and his head hits the wall again. His hands run up and down your legs as he tries to match his hip movements to yours. You slip a hand down between your bodies and trail your fingers over his muscles. He quivers under your touch and his legs tense. His hips involuntarily jerk up and he curses before apologizing for the movement, but you just give him a small kiss on the forehead and keep going.
His pants get heavier, and your moans get harder to keep quiet. He slips his own hand between your bodies to give you the stimulation you need. Not that he isn’t enough without it. With this angle and position, you don’t think you need anything extra.
“Dank farrik…mesh’la,” he groans, and you know you have him on the edge. He forces his eyes open to look at you, and his jaw clenches as he holds himself back. “Not without…you…” he mutters, his fingers more determined now. It doesn’t take long, only a few more moments before you’re right there with him. Your mouth hangs open as euphoria crashes into you like tidal waves, rocking through your whole body. You feel Sans crashing underneath you, his hips stuttering and his groan drawing out long and deep.
When he’s able to, he moves again, slowly, gently, in a rolling motion. You both ride your climaxes out, panting softly before he holds your hips, a silent warning of overstimulation. You let yourself fall forward, forehead resting against his as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tilts his head back to allow your lips to connect, and you stay like that for a couple minutes before the inevitable words are spoken.
“We should…get put together,” he mutters, pulling away to rest his head back. “We still have the debriefing…”
“I know,” you sigh, tilting your head down again, looking at the two of you together. You must have held all the luck in the galaxy when you were assigned to be general of the 17th, with Sans as your commander. There’s no other explanation for how you ended up finding someone who completed you so fully.
You share one last lingering kiss before you ease yourself up, watching him gasp as you move off of him. Both of you freshen up and slip back into your clothes, him in his armor, before you look at each other again. His eyes are full of the love you never thought you would ever get from anyone, and yours are full of every desperate thought you’ve had of the future you could share. In the last few moments before you have to leave, you embrace again, hand tangling in his curls as he holds you to him. There’s no doubt that Sans is your soulmate and true love.
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This is a sort of bonus fic from a chapter of a story I never fully wrote. I made this like two years ago. It was supposed to be a Plo X Reader fic buuuuuuuuut my fictional crush changed
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OC Master List
Warnings: none? Angst definitely, main character death as well. One-sided attraction (Sans crushing on reader)
Also, towards the end there’s a couple random parts from another planned-but not written chapter of the same story that I wanted to add in for fun :)
You gaze out the window for a second before feeling someone pull your head to look at them. Before you can say anything, Sans is gently pressing his lips to yours. You feel yourself jump slightly at his sudden action, but tell yourself not to draw away as you don’t want to hurt him. You know he has a reason to suddenly act this way. When he pulls away, you open your eyes to stare at him, your lips slightly parted in surprise.
“Just in case something happens to one of us here, y/n. I’ve always wanted to do that, from the day I met you. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I’ve loved you.” And with that, he walks away, leaving you standing, stunned in place.
“Wow, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever been rendered speechless,” you hear Steele jokingly comment. You turn your head slightly then jerk it back again to face him, while saying “shut up!” You give him and Hex, who’s laughing beside him, a stern look and walk out, following behind Sans who is now waiting outside with the rest of the 17th.
“Ready, General?” Sans asks while winking at you.
You bite your tongue to avoid smiling at his action and respond, “yes, Commander.” You turn to face your men and say, “alright, you know the plan and your positions! Let’s get this done Troopers!” Your troopers cheer as they hear your command and begin to separate, heading off to their positions.
~~~
“General Jinn, I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to get the bomb to the correct location and be able to escape the range in time!”
You feel your heart slow when you hear those words over the comm link.
“Then forget it, Sans! Drop it where you are and meet us back here!” you yell in response
“I can’t, General, I’m sorry! I have to do my duty!”
Your heart starts racing then, as fear begins to seep into your veins.
“Sans, no! I’m ordering you to come back here at once!” you respond again, voice shaking ever so slightly as you speak.
“I can’t! My duty is to the republic, to the Jedi, to you y/n! I have to do this to protect everyone, including you! I’m sorry!”
“Sans no! I gave you a direct order to get back here! You will obey it!” You wait for a response, but the silence that follows is loud enough to be it’s own.
“Sans!” you yell again, blood turning to ice as you realize he’d destroyed his comm link to avoid having to hear you beg him to come back.
The next few seconds happen in slow motion. You look towards the building where you know he’s still inside. You feel yourself turn and start sprinting towards it, tears beginning to boil in your eyes. “SAAAAAAAANS!” you feel yourself scream.
Suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you back, and as you turn to see who it is, you see Steele’s eyes bearing into yours, begging you to stop. His eyes hold the words you don’t want to accept, that there is no stopping Sans. You push him away with the force and begin running towards the building again, but in the next second there’s a massive explosion that pushes you back through the air. You land and roll for a second, stopping on your stomach. You lift yourself up just as you see a helmet fall to the ground and land beside you. It had stripes the same color as your lightsaber blade. You feel your body tremble as you grab it and run towards the ruins where a building had stood mere seconds ago.
When you enter the building, it takes only a few paces to find your commander.
“Sans...” is all you manage to whimper as you see him. He had attempted to escape even though he knew he didn’t have time. You fall to your knees beside his body, and hold his head with one hand, pressing shaking fingers to his neck with the other.
“Please...” you quietly beg, waiting to feel a pulse under your touch. After a few seconds, you start to mumble, “no, no, no! Sans no!” You let go of him and slam your hand onto the ground.
“Damnit, Sans! I gave you a direct order!” you say as you begin to cry.
“Why can’t you ever listen to a damn order I give you?!” You feel yourself sobbing as you ask this question that you know will go unanswered.
You sense it when Hex approaches you, bending down to look at his commander. You se him bow his head in mourning. Steele stands behind him, resting his hand on Hex’s shoulder.
“He did what he believed was the right thing, General. There was no stopping him or changing his mind,” Hex says quietly to you. You just shake your head in response, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
“I gave him a direct order, he should have listened to me! He would still be alive if he did!” You turn your head to look at your troops. Steele refuses to meet your gaze as he shakes his head. You can sense the pain coming from both of them. Their commander, their best friend, is gone. The one trooper they looked up to more than anyone.
You look back at Sans, who has a determined look resting on his face. You brush your fingers down his cheek once, and stand up. “It’s time to go home...” you quietly speak. Your major and captain nodded their heads, and together they lift up his body. You lead them back to your ship, where the other troopers of the 17th are waiting.
You hear mumbles and gasps as they see their commander. You climb the boarding ramp and turn to see them place Sans on his bunk. They cover him with his blanket, and you feel the ship begin to take off. You place his helmet on the floor, where he would always have it waiting.
~~~
You step off your ship, following behind your troopers. The people who are gathered in the hanger turn to greet the 17th, but their smiles fall away when they see Hex and Steele carrying Sans. You keep your gaze forward as you walk towards the door to the elevator that would take you down to the main floor of the temple. Your dry tears have created stains that run down your face, and you do little to hide your sorrow from those around you. You see them look at you, see how they notice a Jedi that has become overwhelmed with emotion. A Jedi who allows themselves to truly feel.
~~~
The funeral is fit for a king. Hex and Steele give a beautiful eulogy, and you were given medals to commemorate his sacrifice and honor, which you shakily place on his breastplate as he lies peacefully in his casket.
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The Weight of Rank ~ a femJedi reader x oc Commander Sans story
Reminder that Sans is pronounced like Hans but with an s
“Sans,” you say, rushing out of the elevator towards him, “Sans!”
“Leave me alone, General,” he shoots back sourly, and you pause in your steps for a second before quickening your pace to catch up to him.
“Excuse me, Commander?” you respond, “I am trying to talk to you.”
“I know, and I told you to leave me alone.”
Clenching your jaw, you stop in your tracks and reach out, grabbing Sans through the force and throwing him into a nearby empty room. “What is your problem, Sans?”
“My problem is you won’t listen to me,” he says, walking up to you with an angry expression. You return the look, letting him walk until he gets right up to your face. You stand there and stare at each other in silence, neither of you faltering. After a minute, Sans huffs and rolls his eyes. Turning away, he grabs the bridge of his nose and takes a few steps. “I was trying to tell the Council the truth.”
“The truth could have got you decommissioned!”
“Is that what you’re worried about? Me being decommissioned?” he asks, snapping his head around to face you.
“Yes, Sans! For the love of the Maker, listen to me!”
“Oh, I’m listening alright.”
“What the kark is that supposed to mean?” you ask, narrowing your eyes in annoyance.
“What exactly about my decommission worries you?” he counters, and he watches your jaw clench tightly. You let out a harsh breath through your nose before closing your eyes and turning away.
“You know why, Sans,” you say, and you hear him scoff from behind you.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you remind me.”
“You know I can’t say,” you reply quieter.
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“Sans, stop.”
“No, I want to hear you say it, General,” he pushes, stepping closer to you.
“Stop it,” you say through clenched teeth.
“Say it, or else I’m just going to assume it’s because you don’t feel like getting acclimated to a new Commander.”
“You know that’s not true!” You turn around and look at Sans with more anger than ever before. “You are only making this difficult because you think there’s something to earn from it!”
“I’m not making this difficult!” he snaps back. “It’s a simple thing to admit, all you have to do is say it!”
“You know I can’t!”
“Why not? What are you so afraid to admit? Is it that I’m right? Is it just because of my position?”
“You know this has nothing to do with rank!” you nearly yell.
“Then why can’t you just admit it?” he asks, his voice reaching the same level as yours.
“Because! Sans! You are my Commander, I am your General! You are a clone, I am a Jedi!”
“If that’s why, then this is exactly about rank!”
“ARGH!” you groan, throwing your hands to your head in annoyance. “I can’t, Sans! I cannot tell you what you want to hear!” Tears are brimming at your eyes now, from both anger and despair.
“Why not?!”
“I want to!”
“Then do it!”
“Sans, please!” you beg, grabbing onto the sides of his face with your hands. Tears are falling down your cheeks now, and you have no more anger, only desperation. Sans looks back into your gaze, keeping his emotions from showing. “Please,” you say again, quietly this time.
“Tell me why you don’t want me decommissioned,” he responds sternly, and you just close your eyes and let out a quiet sob. You open your eyes again when you feel Sans’s hands grab yours, and then he removes them from his face and drops them. They fall back to your side as he steps away, walking past you towards the door.
After a few seconds, you call out to him again. “Sans, wait.” He doesn’t respond, but you sense his pause. You take a breath before speaking again. “I can’t say why I don’t want you decommissioned because of my being a Jedi and your General. But it is not your position that makes me not want you decommissioned.”
“I understand, Master Jedi General Jinn,” he responds sourly, and then he exits the room, leaving you alone. You let out another breath as you stand there, wiping the tears from your cheeks. After taking a few minutes to collect yourself, you turn and leave the room.
As you walk through the Temple halls, your mind lingers on the argument. If you had just not been scared to go against the Jedi code, then you could have told Sans what he wanted to hear. But you’d refused, and you don’t know why. There is an obvious connection between the two of you, an obvious desire to be with each other, yet you’d denied him hearing those words from you. You just hope that you can make it up to him.
Ahhh I’m so excited to write this story, I’ve been dying to make a Sans X Reader multi-chapter story! I hope you guys are excited as well!
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“Hex! I can hear you but you’re breaking out as well!”
“I got a visual on him!” Steele says, joining the comm channel. “I’m joining him now!”
“What’s your guys’ position?” Sans asks, moving up to stand beside you. You take in his dirtied face and tired but determined expression. He’s long since abandoned his helmet, it having cracked in multiple spots, practically falling apart on his head. But those blaster shots aren’t focused on you right now, so you take the moment to catch your breaths. The beautiful sunset in the background of the battlefield has never been an uglier sight to you. Neither of you focus on it, though, because the sounds of men screaming around you occupy your senses.
“We’re two klicks to the south! We’re under heavy fire!” Steele yells through.
“Fall back! Regroup with us up here!” you shout back, hand gripping tighter on your lightsaber. Sans shifts his grip on his blaster, anxiously waiting for a response.
“-an’t move! We’re pin- -own in the back!” Hex’s voice cracks into the silent comm channel.
“Okay, just hold out as best as you can! Tie should be leading some air reinforcements down soon!” you assure them, glancing up at the sky. You briefly let out a sigh of relief as you see Tie leading Bomber Squadron down to the battle.
“Don’ worry, boys!” Tie cheers as he joins the comm channel, “lil’ ol’ Tie is here and he’s gonna make Bomber proud! I ‘ope he’s watchin’ from wherever dead clones go!” The ground shakes and rumbles as the squadron launches its attack on the enemy, and you think for a second that you have a chance now. You quickly realize how wrong you are.
“Tie! Fly away! They’re ready for you, you won’t survive!”
“But we’re beatin’ ‘em now!” Tie responds, and you watch as they launch another attack.
“Tie! Don’t make me give you an order! I’m asking you to fall back before you all die!”
“We’re not gonna-“ Your eyes widen as a yell leaves your chest, and Sans catches you as you try and lunge forward, reaching towards where Tie’s fighter is now plummeting to the ground.
“Tie!”
“I’m sorry, Gen-“ The comms go static as the fighter crashes into the ground, exploding on impact and bursting into flames. The other fighters soon join, falling down all around you. The now pitch dark night sky is lit up by the flames of compromised ships. They almost look like falling stars, ones much too close for comfort. You cling tighter to Sans, unable to hide your fear. He holds you in his arms as you tremble, and you each come to the same realization at once.
“Mesh’la-“
“Hex! Steele! Are you still in the same position?” you say, tears leaking into your voice as you cut your commander off. He leans closer to you, listening to their response.
“We managed to get back to you guys, we’re at the edge of the trees!” Steele says. You and Sans turn to see where they were leading the rest of your battalion from, and your heart clenches in your chest. Just as they step out into the open, a hellfire rains down on them. Another shriek of pain from watching your beloved soldiers, no, your friends die, rips from you.
Sans claps his hand over your mouth, pulling you away until his back hits a boulder. You can feel him trembling behind you, and your tears soak his gloves. Your mouth is still open, and more screams try to leave it, but Sans’s calm shushing in your ear quells them.
“Aid?” he speaks into his comm. “Aid, are you there? Can you comm in?”
“I’ve got too many wounded, Sans! We’re dropping like flies!”
“Aid, get out of here! Save yourself!”
“I can’t abandon you or any of our other brothers, Sans! I wasn’t able to save Bomber, and I’ll be damned if I don’t try to save any of these men!”
“Aid, you’re going to get yourself killed!”
“Then I’ll die fighting for my brothers!” Aid responds, and your hands dig at Sans’s that still covers your mouth. You manage to turn your head and look at him, and the tears leave dirty streaks down his face. You can see the fear in his eyes, and it’s haunting. There’s no hope in them, not like there normally is. He’s truly given up, accepting his loss. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide it from you.
You bring your own shaky hand up to hold his face, and his leaves your mouth to cradle your cheek. You inhale a sharp breath before your lips are meeting his. One of his hands goes to wrap around your back, the other pressing into the back of your head, pushing you closer. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your faces are still held close as you each suck in a breath through your teeth.
The unmistakable sound of the venator above being blown apart fills the air. It’s a sound of nightmares, one that would haunt any survivor’s dreams. You know that if you pull back from Sans and watch, that the debris and wreckage would look just like the squadron, like falling stars.
Your tears mix, and his hand tightens its hold on the back of your head. He practically squeezes you, but you distantly realize that you’re doing the same to him.
“I don’t want to die, mesh’la,” he manages to choke out, and his words cut through you like a knife. You press another kiss to his lips, but it’s more teeth than anything.
“I didn’t get to marry you.” The words leave him in a half sob, half laugh. You don’t find any humor in it though. You just shift to hold him tighter against you.
“I had a whole life after the war planned out with you. All the places we would go, all the things we would do. Us. Together.” The sound of the battle getting closer barely registered to you, as your mind was too occupied with your final moments with the man you love.
“D-do you have them?” you ask, and Sans nods against your forehead. “Then…then let’s do it. Now.”
“Mesh’la, we can’t marry ourselves,” he says, this time more of a laugh than before. You shake your head, stifling your sobs.
“Yes. We can. And we will.”
“In the middle of a battle?”
“Sans.”
“In these outfits?”
“Just give me the damn ring, Sans!” you nearly yell, and he pulls away to stare at you for a second. His hand brushes against your cheek, and you lean into it as his other hand goes down to his belt. He takes your wedding rings from inside his pouch, and he hands you his.
“Do you even know what the words to the vows are?” he asks as he slips his glove off.
“I karking love this di’kut and I’m going to be by his side until my final breath,” you say, and he lets out a chuckle as you slip his ring onto his finger.
“I karking love this gorgeous person, and I’m going to be by their side until my soul can no longer exist,” he says, slipping yours onto your finger.
“You had to make it better than mine?” you tease.
“Hey, I still said ‘karking’.”
“Just kiss me already and make it official,” you say, and you both lean forward, new tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of an explosion landing just to the right of you doesn’t break you apart. Instead, you cling closer to one another, your trembling intensifying.
“Gods, my spouse is amazing. Perfect. No one can compare,” Sans breathes out, another explosion landing farther ahead. The enemy was getting closer. The sounds of the droids marching was getting louder. And the cries of the troopers were becoming fewer.
“Not as amazing as mine,” you say, and he huffs out a laugh.
“But I thought I was a di’kut?”
“You’re my di’kut. My di’kut husband.” The sound of a trooper being shot, and then falling down beside the boulder you were behind, tore your attention from Sans briefly, but he quickly caught your face and made you look back at him.
“Focus on me, y/n,” he says, and his eyes change. They’re no longer fear-filled, no longer hopeless. Now they hold love, devotion, and peace. They were safe, you were always safe when you were near Sans. Even more so when you were in his arms. And now, looking at him, you knew you weren’t safe, you were anything but safe. But you felt safe. You felt secure, knowing that he would live up to his vow, and you would live up to yours.
“Us clones are like falling stars,” he says. “People only notice us at our end, when we burn out. But you, you’ve always noticed us. Even before we knew who you were. To you, we were the stars that always lit up the night sky. You loved every single one of us.”
“I love every single one of you,” you mutter out. “I will never stop loving any of you. Especially not the brightest one.”
“And who is the brightest one?” Sans asks, a small smirk coming to his lips.
“You are, Sans. You are the brightest star.” His smile grows before you catch the brief flick of his eyes to look at something behind you. Only briefly does something flash in them, and it’s too brief for you to decipher.
“Say it one more time, mesh’la.”
“Say what?”
“That you love me. Because, I love you. I love you, y/n.”
“I love you too, Sans.” He pulls you in closer then, pressing his lips to yours one last time, and you sense it behind you. You close your eyes and bring your hand up to cradle his face, and he cradles your body to his. You share your final breaths with him, the air mixing between the two of you.
And then a single blast fires out. Your body sags against his, and his arm drops from around you. You’re no longer holding his face, but you're still pressed together. The tears stop falling from either of you, and your bodies still from their trembling.
When the droids approach you, they pay little attention to your hands that are still limply held together, your lifeless fingers intertwined. Nor do they notice the night sky, where stars are falling down. Enough stars fell that night to represent each member of the 17th battalion, the battalion that died like falling stars.
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A surprise Sans fic for you all because I am deeply in love with a fictional man I created in my mind
Also, this was inspired by this lovely Aayla and Bly piece that @spicyblueberries created!! I saw it and was like “I MUST WRITE SANS FLUFF”
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Warnings:
none, just pure fluff and love for my precious OC
The cool night air blows gently around you as you sit on the hill. The grass gently tickles your skin as it brushes against your arms. The glow of the campfires below flickers in the night, and you smile down as you watch the men of the 17th joke and relax.
Your eyes land on Jawa Squad, where Tie and Steele are recreating an embarrassing story that Hex had hoped would never again be retold, having suffered enough teasing from it already. Bomber and Aid laugh along, nudging Hex every so often at a particularly funny part. Tie is barely able to get through his words without cracking up.
There’s one person missing from Jawa Squad, and your smile grows as you sense him coming up to you. Legs appear on the outside of your own, and a chest presses up against your back. Strong, safe arms wrap around your center as a chin rests on your shoulder.
You hum contently, closing your eyes and relishing in the close moment with your commander. Rarely do you get to share these peaceful nights together, especially where you’re away from Coruscant. Sans’s breath tickles your neck as he turns to nuzzle his nose against you. You giggle at the action, reaching a hand up to hold onto his cheek. You turn your head and meet his gaze. It’s soft, content, loving.
You relax further back against him, closing your eyes as he leans forward to connect your lips. It’s soft, slow, and it feels as though he’s waited a lifetime to do so. And he has, or at least to him it feels that way.
When he pulls back, you give a slight whine of disappointment. His chest shakes against your back as he lets out a quiet chuckle. He trails a finger over your cheek as his eyes outline your features.
“You're memorizing me again,” you say quietly, opening your eyes to look at him.
“If I get separated from you, or lose you, I’ll go crazy if I can’t picture you perfectly.”
“You’ll never be without me, Sans,” you say, reaching up to hold his cheek. You feel the stubble that has been unattended for the past few days as it scratches your palm. He leans into your touch, humming as his eyes continue to take you in.
“Even if that’s true,” he starts, “I need to be able to see you in my dreams.”
“Seeing me when you wake up isn’t enough?” you tease, but he shakes his head.
“Nothing is never enough when it comes to my need to be with you. The very flame of my soul burns for you.”
“Mmm,” you hum as you close your eyes and shift slightly so you could rest your head against his shoulder. “I would say something romantic in response, but I’m too tired to think of anything.” Sans chuckles again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I guess you just don’t love me the same then,” he jokes.
“Definitely not. I’m in love with Steele, actually.” Sans scoffs at that, glancing down at the mentioned vod as he continues telling stories, now one that you assume was supposed to be scary with how he was jumping in Hex’s face. Hex, however, just stares at him, much to Steele’s annoyance at the lack of reaction.
“Steele? You could at least do better than him, like Bomber or Hex.”
“But Steele’s funnier. Look at him,” you say with a small laugh, “he’s the life of the party down there.”
“Is that what you want? A funny party boy? Because I can be that,” Sans says.
“Hmm, I think I'm okay with what I have now,” you respond.
“And what do you have now?”
“The perfect person. Someone who loves me, who I know will take care of me. Someone I know will always be by my side and will put up with me through all of my moods and bad days. Someone who will comfort me through pain, and who will brighten my day. Someone who will make the best day even better.”
“They sound great, like they’re your true love,” Sans says.
“You are,” you say, opening your eyes to look at him. “There’s no one else in the galaxy who could ever compare to you.”
“And you said you were too tired for romance,” he teases, and you roll your eyes playfully at him.
“You just bring out the best in me I guess.”
“Hmm, I certainly bring out something,” he jokes. You just roll your eyes again and settle back against him, and he leans forward to press his cheek against yours. You feel his head tilt, and you look up as well. The stars are bright on this planet, and you always love seeing the 17th’s eyes light up when they see them. Especially Sans, who seems to always be finding the most obscure shapes in them.
Shifting slightly, Sans holds you close as he leans back so that he’s lying against the ground. You shift to be lying more comfortably in his hold, and look up at the stars with him. He raises an arm, slowly tracing a shape before speaking.
“There’s a rancor right there,” he says, and you give a small laugh.
“Where?”
“Right there.”
“I don’t see it.”
“You’re looking right at it, mesh’la.”
“I still don’t see it,” you tease, and he lets out a huff before raising his arm again.
“Follow my finger,” he says before he traces the outline.
“I still don’t see it.”
“Hhmph,” he grunts, resting his arm back down around you. You turn your head up to look at him, and his eyes reflect the stars above. A few strands of his curly hair fall over his forehead, and you reach up to brush them away. He glances down at you, a soft smile forming on his lips.
“I think I’m going to grow my hair out long,” he says.
“Not too long I hope,” you respond. “I like your curly mohawk.”
“What if it’s just a bit longer? Just a little bit more curl.”
“You can do whatever you like to it, Sans,” you reply, brushing a hand through his curls again. “It’s your hair.”
“But you’re my partner, I have to make sure I look good to you,” he jokes.
“You’ll always be the most handsome man in my eyes,” you say, “besides maybe Cody.”
“Psh, Cody’s got nothing compared to me,” he says defensively. You giggle at that, but stop when you hear a strange sound from below. You push yourself up and gaze down at the campfires, and Hex is desperately trying to put out the fire that caught on Steele’s undersuit. Bomber is standing by in concern while Tie is laughing against his seat. Aid is looking back and forth frantically as if he doesn’t know whether to laugh or try and help.
“Your squad is something special, you know,” you say, and Sans sits up as well, looking down at them.
“Yeah, that’s why I love them,” he comments.
“I don’t even want to know how Steele caught himself on fire,” you mumble, and Sans’s chest rumbles with another quiet chuckle.
“He’ll probably try and say it was a part of the act,” Sans says.
“Yeah, but nobody will believe him. Except for maybe the shinies.”
“You’re right there,” Sans chuckles.
As you sit there, you start to drift off to sleep. The security of your lover’s arms provides everything you need to feel comforted and at home. As you drift, you hear him humming a tune, and you immediately recognize it as the one the soldiers of the GAR hum or sing to each other when they have rough nights and bad days. It’s a song of comfort, of love, a reminder that there will always be someone there for you.
The soft breath of Sans tickles you awake, and you open your eyes to glowing embers below. The campfires have been put out, and most of the 17th were inside their tents or huddled in cuddle piles around the temporary base. Hex, Steele, Aid, Bomber, and Tie were of course in a pile, always choosing the comfort of others over being alone in a tent.
A sudden snore right next to your ear makes you jump slightly, but Sans remains asleep. You turn your head as best you can without disturbing him, and kiss his nose. His face scrunches slightly in his sleep, and he attempts to nuzzle closer to you. You let out a soft giggle, bringing your hand up to brush through his curls, gently waking him.
“Good morning sleepyhead,” you say softly as Sans slowly opens his eyes. He lets out a grimace, holding you tighter as he closes them again.
“S’not morning. Let me sleep.”
“You want to sleep up here on this hill?” you question, pulling away to look at him. His cheek rests in your palm, and it’s the only thing keeping his head from dropping down.
“Wherever you are is where I want to be,” he mumbles, looking at you drowsily. You smile softly before leaning forward and kissing him gently. He sighs into it, and you feel his own smile grow against your lips. You pull back just enough so that your forehead rests against his and your noses brush together.
“Let’s go join the others,” you say quietly after a minute.
“Mmm, but I don’t wanna share you,” he responds, holding you tighter.
“You know just as much as I do that it’s warmer cuddled up with them than just the two of us.”
“Just the two of us. We can make it if we try,” he says, quoting a song he’d heard at 79’s. You roll your eyes before slipping away. Your body instantly chills when you leave his hold, and you decide it’s best to hurry down before you freeze.
“Come on, Sans,” you say as you pause, looking back to see him still there. He has a mischievous grin on his lips, and you raise your brow at him.
“Don’t worry, mesh’la,” he says, “I’ll be there.”
“What are you doing?” you ask, putting a hand on your hip as he chuckles.
“Oh, nothing,” he lies.
“Sans, don’t do anything stupid.”
“Don’t worry, it’s completely safe,” he promises, and you just let out an amused snort and roll your eyes. You turn to start heading down again, but pause when you hear him let out a loud laugh. You barely turn in time to see him rolling down the hill like a log. You just sigh and shake your head as he rolls past, gaining speed.
“Sans! You're going to-“ Your words are too late, and before he can stop himself, Sans rolls right into the Jawa Squad pile. The others wake up, some yelling from surprise. When they see their commander, they instantly start complaining, but he just keeps laughing.
“You’re such a child,” you joke as you finally reach them.
“No, I’m just fun,” he replies. He reaches up and pulls you down, wrapping you tightly in his arms.
“Hey, you’re not the only one who likes y/n cuddles,” Aid says as Sans keeps you to himself.
“Mine,” is the only response he gives while tightening his hold on you, and you giggle at his words.
“Yours.” you reply, nuzzling against him contently.
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