Haiii! How would the boys feel about a S/O who basically ignores/defends the bad things they do no matter what? Like they're always finding justifications for their behavior?
Basically "He was the best guy around" "what about the people he murdered?" "what murder" type vibes.
(Btw I know this doesn't apply to everyone, so you can just write for whoever you see fit (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧)
Hi! 👋
This was way too fun
Most Reasonable
Geno (The Smug Bastard)
Was what he did bad? Yes. Did he see any other choice? No.
Is he a mildly manipulative asshole? Yeeeaaah, but he’s nice to you soooo-
Fresh (Completely Comfortable)
I mean, a guy’s got to eat. And he’s still learning things like ‘empathy’.
Never mind that there’s evidence that he occasionally enjoys tormenting others-
Horror (Confused But Amused)
Uhh, if you studiously blank out his (semi-willing) time with Nightmare, most of what he did was for survival
Of course, this means you’re definitely ignoring his sadistic nature but semantics
Syrah (Completely Comfortable)
You could argue that his actions were dictated by his culture and upbringing
That’s pushing aside free will and stuff, but whatever
Pale (Confused)
A guy’s gotta eat - Part 2
(Theoretically he could look for another way to gain emotions, but it’s heavily implied that Ink’s paints don’t exist in his multiverse)
Honestly, he’s not great with understanding that what he’s doing is bad, but considering Template frequently fights him over healthy AUs, he’s gotta at least have an idea that it’s wrong
Mildly Defendable (If you’re Stubborn)
Plum (The Smug Bastard)
Technically, none of those missing persons cases were fully able to be pinned to him-
Nightmare (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
A guys got to eat - Part 3
And wanting to turn the whole multiverse into a Negative Zone and rule over it as a tyrannical god- eeeeeh, trauma privilege?
Dust (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Insanity plea
Killer (The Smug Bastard)
Insanity plea - Part 2
Cross (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Fresh off the trauma of loosing his whole AU and having X-Gaster as a deadbeat
Alright, now you’re Gaslighting People
Bill (Confused)
Tortures people for fun
Literally referred to as a demon in several AUs
Wants omnipotence and ultimate power and possibly to rule the multiverse (jury’s still out on that last one)
Shattered (The Smug Bastard)
On a chaos bend and intentionally destroying the multiverse in an effort to get back at his mildly amnesiac brother who may or may not have been simply puppet-ed around by a parasitic slime
Unstable on the best of days
Error (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
His whole shtick is destroying entire universes full of people
He strings people’s Souls up as string lights and kidnaps ‘friends’ that he occasionally abandons to go mad in an Eldritch horror dimension that slowly infects them an painfully rewrites their very existence
Cherrybomb (Completely Comfortable)
He’s a mercenary
And a murderer
He has a body count that rivals Dust and Killer’s. Easily.
A bit of a niche request but may I get a order of Geno Sans? His story and comic was interesting to me and when it was completed is one of my highlights in my time in this fandom.
⚠️Warning for a bit of gore~
I swear I’m still on the hiatus until Monday for this huge commission I am just now halfway done with, but… I got angsty for a second~
cw: Which of these Sans resembles the most a cat or a dog personality?
Certainly dog behavior. Some are like guard dogs: growling (literally, sometimes) at anyone who comes close to you — always with a hand on some part of your body, whether on your waist to pull you closer, or on your shoulder, protecting you from any potential danger. Their canines always leave a mark on your skin every time they give you gentle love bites, one of the few ways they can show the great affection they have. Fear of betrayal? With them, you don’t have to worry! They are so loyal that they won’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. Others, more gentle, will shower you with kisses and nuzzles, always by your side, smiling while talking about daily life (it’s almost possible to see a tail wagging behind them when they smiled so brightly at you).
They bite you, leave little presents on your bed, and disappear for days only to come back home as if nothing ever happened. Some are so quiet that you barely feel their presence until they decide you need to know, while others are so noisy that it's impossible not to know which room they're in. Affection? You might get at most a handshake, or, with the most affection ones, hours and hours of them on top of you, preventing you from getting any work done for the day. If you could compare them to any animal, it would definitely be a cat (some more wild and others more tame).
INK (orange cat), KILLER, Error, FellSwap Gold (black cat), Geno (calico cat), Color Sans (tabby cat).
If they have any specific behavior, you’ve just created a category for them now: they don’t sleep, they don’t eat, and sometimes you question if they’re even breathing. The only thing you notice is that, no matter where you are, you can always feel their eyes on your back, always watching.
a/n: this had been cooking in my mind for a few months and i had begun to write it, then i kinda gave up lol, en-y wayz! i decided to give this a second shot and this is what i came up with! i also have a few other chapters i had been working on, so lmk if you want to see those, this has also been cross posted to Ao3 on Suki_363
Every timeline ends the same: with you loving him and losing him. You remember it all—every pun, every death, every reset. He doesn’t. Not always. Sometimes he’s Geno. Sometimes Fatal. Sometimes Error. And each time, you fight your way back—through code, through glitches, through the void—just to find the version of Sans you once called yours. Even if he’s twisted, broken, or barely holding on. Even if he forgets. Because no matter how many timelines it takes, no matter how many versions of him you meet, you’ll always find him.
And you’ll always love him.
Over and over.
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It was always late when he walked you home.
The street lights flickered, the stars seemed too dim for how bright the night used to be. Beside you, Sans dragged his slippers along the cracked sidewalk, hoodie drawn up and hands tucked in. Same old grin on his face. Same old silence between the puns. But something in his eyes—the part he never talked about—made you ache.
“Another long day?” he asked.
You nodded, letting your fingers brush against his. “Better now.”
He chuckled low in his throat. “Smooth.”
The shortcut came up—his favorite one, through the alley that skipped five blocks. The one where time always felt like it hiccuped.
And tonight, like so many nights, you stopped at the gate and turned to him.
“I’ve missed you.”
Sans blinked. “I saw you yesterday, didn’t I?”
You shook your head. “Not you. Not... my you. But I always find you again.”
He went quiet. No pun. Just a slow tilt of his head, studying you.
“[Y/N],” he said, and for a second, just a second—he looked scared.
You smiled through the ache in your chest. “I’ll fall in love with you every time, Sans. Even if you don’t remember, but trust me, i will remember and continue to love you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how many timelines i have to jump…”
“I..” he started, not knowing what you were talking about or what you meant, but you just stepped through the shortcut, and he followed.
…
The first time you lost him, it was in a genocide timeline.
Frisk may have been the last to fall, but you were the second, you had come long after chara, but before the other children. You had landed in the Underground as a child, befriending monsters, learning names and stories. And you had fallen in love with Sans—your Sans. The one who told you puns as a child, you and him had been the only ones who remembered gaster, for whatever reason that may have been. He was the one who fought until his last breath when the world fell apart.
You ran through the underground looking from him when you heard of the rumor surrounding the new human. He told you he would handle it, you don't know why you believed him, he was fragile, maybe not mentally, but his hp was 1, the weakest monster in the underground hp based.
You ran and ran until your throat swelled and your lungs and legs burned. Tears fell from your face as you saw him, his body was still there somehow, you saw code and glitches coming from him as you watched the blood pool below him. His eye was melting and you saw his dust form a glitched mass, covering the lost eye socket.
You shouldn’t have survived. But something happened—a glitch. The moment the timeline shattered, you fell through it. You woke up in a pacifist world.
You walked around aimlessly for days, not understanding why you survived, why everyone knew you, everyone who’s dust you saw litter the underground, hours, and days before.
Then, you got an idea, you remembered your alphys talking about a timeline theory, and if you were a form of proof, she may believe you.
You ran to Alphys, desperate, wild-eyed, explaining what you had been through and begging for her to believe you.
She believed.
With her help—illegal tech, corrupted files, and a pinch of desperation—you found a way back.
And when you did, he wasn’t the same. He was Geno now. Corrupted. Alive, but stuck in the after-image of a massacre.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he rasped, when you found him in the Judgement Hall.
“I had to.”
“You remember me?” he asked, disbelieving.
“I never forgot.”
He tried to push you away, but you stayed. For months. You stayed until the glitch in him consumed everything.
When the corruption peaked—when the void swallowed him whole—you were thrown out. Spit back into the pacifist timeline.
You told Alphys everything again, The corrupted code. The love. The void. the odd thing being how real time never passed where he was, you told her that too.
She warned you: “It’s dangerous to go back. He might not even be... him anymore.”
You didn’t care, and you told her such, you told her that you didn't care and how you wouldnt stop caring, not even if trying to stay with him killed you.
You found him again, deeper in the code this time. No longer Geno. Now, a Fatal Error.
He didn’t recognize you at first. Rage had twisted his voice, his form. You dodged the attacks, kept calling his name until—
“SANS!!”
He heard you
“[Y/N]?”
You saw him hesitate. Saw something flicker in his shattered eye.
“You remember me.”
He dropped his weapon.
“I... I killed everything,” he whispered. “I almost killed you.”
“You didn’t. You couldn’t.”
“I may not have done it with my own hand, but i watched it happen- i-... i let it happen!’
You stayed with him again, kept trying to reassure him. And again, the corruption and now guilt took him. Again, the timeline rejected you.
Thrown out.
Again.
And again
A Pacifist timeline. Alphys. Desperation.
You went back.
This time, it was Error.
He had unraveled almost everything. Worlds. Characters. Himself. His guilt turned to anger.
You appeared behind him as he stood at the edge of existence.
“I warned you,” he said without turning. “Every time I glitch, the timeline spits you out. You’re uncorrupted. You don’t belong there.”
“I'll come back anyway.”
He turned. Face unreadable. Eyes glowing.
“I thought I was pulling you back. Every time I remembered a piece of you, you’d show up. I thought... Maybe I was strong enough to fix it. That I brought you.”
“You didn’t,” you whispered. “Alphys did. I fought my way back.”
His jaw clenched. “Then... you’re not the same. You’re not her. Just another version.”
You stepped toward him.
“I am. I’ve always been her. Your unofficial wife. Your girlfriend. I remember every version of you. Every fall. Every change. Every time you broke and pushed me away, I came back.”
He glitched violently, like the truth physically hurt.
“I love you,” he said, voice breaking. “I understand if you don’t remember. I don’t expect you to. But I never stopped.”
You took his hand.
“I never forgot, and I never will…”
…
A Reset
You didnt want it, but you had no choice, you were being corrupted by the silence, by the loneliness, by the isolation. Error couldn't have that. He wouldnt have that. So he found a way to send you to a reset. One without frisk, one where it would be safe for you, even if he would never see you again.
And now, in a quiet pacifist world, the sun shines down on an ordinary walk home.
And a familiar skeleton walks beside you, cracking jokes, unaware.
But when your fingers brush his, and he feels you shiver—
You smile through the ache.
“Hi again.”
He blinks. “You okay?”
You nod. “Just missed you.”
Because even if he doesn’t remember yet, you always do.
And you’ll love him again.
Over and over.
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this fic was inspired by the song "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" from the musical epic
"The characters' heater/light goes out and they have to snuggle up to each other to keep warm" & "Sharing a blanket in front of the fireplace"; "Warming up in a hug".
~not much OOC~
—Platonic:
☃️All together—
I. Nightmare(Dt) & Killer(USN) x Reader.
«It all started when the heater in the castle broke, the only thing that could keep the damp, cold and soulless place warm. Luckily, Nightmare's house had a fireplace and some stacks of damp wood...
Nightmare didn't trust Killer to light it, or else we'd be without another source of heat.
You argued with Killer over a trifling but necessary blanket, each wanting to grab as much cloth as possible for insulation. In the end you managed to share the crumpled blanket, of course not without the help of a nip from Nightmare.
You didn't feel any warmer as a result, not even the warmth of the fireplace where the wood crackled quietly provided much needed warmth. Killer began to whimper, complaining that there was no way he could get warm, and deciding that snuggling up to you would be a better idea. He turned to you to see how you were feeling, to see if you were cold too. Seeing that you were shivering from the cold, he began to move closer to you.
You laughed at his actions and accepting his smothering embrace, wrapped yourself in a cocoon of blanket, keeping your bodies stable.
Meanwhile, Nightmare was sitting in a chair with one foot on the knee of the other, reading a book and occasionally smiling at what was happening in front of him.
II. Epic(Et) & Cross(Xt) x Reader
«Finally, after a long time, Epic managed to get the whole company together and have a sleepover. The entertainment was elaborate, except for one thing...»
Arriving at Epic's house, you and Cross rang the bell. You didn't have to wait long, immediately after pressing it the door swung open. Gathering in the living room, where the couch was piled with pillows and the floor in front of it, with every blanket possible. You were having a good time, laughing and sitting in front of the TV playing online games, playing and changing the rules in various board games for fun, talking laughing until tears, nothing could spoil this wonderful pastime could it?
As midnight fell, your evening could only be ruined by an unexpected blackout, and following the light, the heating in the house went out.
To get rid of the darkness in the room, you switched on the torches on your phones. It turned out that Cross switched on the torch and the lower part of his face lit up, this caused you and Epic to burst elicited gleeful laughter. Having had enough fun, Epic jerkily climbed onto the couch, grabbing a pillow off of it and playfully tossing it at the still perplexed Cross.
Cross tried unsuccessfully to swing the pillow away from him and almost fell to the floor.
—"Epic will clearly take the top spot in pillow throwing" - You commenting with a forced chuckle, and watching poor Cross, who, with a quivering lip, trying to regain his balance,
—"No need to gloat, guys" - Cross muttered, leaning on the armrest of the couch, helping himself up,
—"Now we have more serious problems. Our heater's out, and our only source of light is about to run out too" - said Cross looking at the percentage on his phone. Epic and you exchanged glances.
The cold became so piercing that you could see your breath forming white clouds in the air. It became clear to you that you had to do something to keep warm, or you might soon freeze.
—"I suggest that our forces join forces" - Epic stated firmly and looked at you.
— "Maybe if we snuggle up to you, we can keep warm and support each other for the rest of this night" - Epic continued. You only nodded in agreement with his idea and all three of you began to gather in one place.
Armed with the remaining cushions, you created a small fortress that helped keep the cool air away from you. Gradually you felt the warmth begin to return to your limbs.
Calm breathing filled the room, snow began to fall outside to once again cover the slightly melted and trampled snow. This cosy environment so relaxed your bodies and dispelled your thoughts that you don't even remember falling into the realm of morpheus.
—Romantic:
☃️Separately—
I. Dream(Dt) x Reader.
"The stinging frost penetrated not only under the window frames, but also under the skin, thus forcing the breath to freeze..."
...As the temperature plummeted, the air was chilly, a testament to the cold. The streets, once bustling with activity, were now deserted and shrouded in an eerie silence. The normally lively neighbourhood had become a desolate landscape, subjugated to the power of the merciless cold. It drove people inside their homes in search of warmth and comfort~.
This cold morning, you were huddled up in your cosy corner, when the light began to flicker on and off with a crackle, you froze, feeling the coldly ominous breath of winter creeping into the room. Your heart hammered with worry.
You knew how dangerous it was to be unheated in this nasty cold. Panic gripped you and as you were about to call the service centre, but you heard a quiet knock on the door. You walked slowly to the door, looked through the peephole and unlocked it. Dream stood in the doorway, his sunny eyes glinting fearfully. He was wrapped in a fur jacket, but it didn't seem to protect him from the cold.
—"Uintā, did your lights go out too?" - Dream said, his voice sounding wary. You felt relieved. Now you were not alone in this cold.
—"Yea, come on in" - you said, letting Dream walk into your gradually losing warmth.
Dream took off his top and his boots. Leaving his jumper on, he wandered into the living room while you made hot drinks in the kitchen to warm up your newly arrived partner. Once you had the drinks on the table, you sat down next to Dream, covered yourself with a blanket, and snuggled up to him, seeking warmth.
Dream was deep in thought and sipped his drink and began stroking the top of your head. Dream's energy itself was warm and bright, you could easily fall asleep in the company of your partner.
Uintā is short for "Uintākosumosu" ~ "Winter Space", the flower of Bidens ( ウインターコスモス ).
II. Geno(Aftert) x Reader.
After rescuing Geno from the anti-void, you intended to spend time with him and change his surroundings.
But upon arriving home from your walk, you discovered that it was colder inside than it should be. Remembering that you forgot to pay for electricity, it resulted in a loss of light and heating.
Taking off your outerwear and changing into your indoor shoes, you led Geno into your room to seek refuge under layers of blankets together.
The blanket that you usually cover yourselves with now becomes your only defense against the cold. You laugh at the situation as you fetch another blanket and spread it on the bed. Then, you exchange glances, realizing that the best and quickest way to warm up is through embracing each other.
You tightly embrace each other, feeling the warmth building up in your bodies.
III. Error(Aftert) x Reader.
"You spent your time as usual in the anti-void with your partner. Where first your clothes used to help you stay warm, but every time you came back, it was colder.
You tried every warm sweatshirt you could think of to keep you warm, but they were a failure. You never complained to Error that you were getting cold in his "house", but he always paid attention to your actions, emotions, preferences and even that didn't go unnoticed....
When you watched Error in the sack chair: He first chose a yarn that would provide good insulation and later started knitting, fully immersed in the process of his creation. You didn't notice how quickly he knitted the sweater.
Handing you the sweater to try on, you quickly put the sweater on yourself and started cooing about the his softness and cosiness, admiring Error's skill, twirling around your axis to show how it fit you. All the while Error has been watching your joy, while not noticing that he himself is smirking.
Now that your problem with your comfort has been solved, you and Error sitting in the sack chair, leaning shoulder to shoulder watching Undernovela.
Thanks to everyone who participated in the surveys on which fandoms and au to develop into (ㅅ˙³˙)♡
