Ooooooo the dance scene in beast au will be a fav part of mine. Especially beast red waiting and seeing red from the top of stars in a beautiful blue dress looking dolled up. I can imagine beast red tail wagging and heart eye lights seeing sans. And oh god would beast red be a blushing disaster at sans pretty face. And I bet he’s get jealous of Aaron trying to always woo sans when sans tells him about him. I can imagine sans rejecting him a lot and avoiding him.
Noonies... just cause you are so freaking sweet you get this today instead of tomorrow, ok? I’m gonna stay up late just to spoil you both XD
Red was standing at the bottom of the stairs, nervously fixing up the suit his staff made him wear. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just wear his usual clothes and his bulky jacket. They helped hide some of his more demonic mutations, helped even out his form, make it look more like he did before the curse. But these clothes? They hid practically nothing.
Don’t misunderstand, the clothes were beautiful. The finest you could get in the whole kingdom. Made from a silken material that hugged his bones perfectly, showing off the rippling magic that filled them out. Red was strongly built. Not thin by a long shot, but built like a solid wall of muscle. Still, his bones had been deformed by the curse, bending at weird angles, spikes in places there shouldn’t be any, sickly colouring in spots that made the bone look weak, even if it wasn’t. He was just a mess. And these clothes hid almost nothing of it. The spikes and bumps were visible through them, barely hidden behind the well-fitted clothing.
He was sweating badly, nervous about what Sans would think when he saw him like this. He cursed and double cursed his non-existent brain for asking Sans to a dance. That whole thing, the spur of the moment inspiration, was just another curse he had to suffer. He couldn’t even think straight, his nerves fraying. Maybe it would be better if he just ran? Before Sans came down? Say the curse was getting to him, that he didn’t feel well?
Quickly, he started up the stairs, but just as he put his foot on the first step he heard a shuffling sound from the top of the stairs. Feeling dread course through his bones, sockets wide, he froze. He couldn’t make himself look up, couldn’t-
“red?” A soft inquiry made his mind freeze, and before he could stop himself his head shot up, eyelights trained on Sans.
Red’s mind was completely blank, all he could think about was the sight before him. And it was gorgeous.
Sans was standing at the top of the stairs, head tilted and a soft smile on his face. He was wearing a blue ball gown, that showed off his clavicle and arms, and flared out below his waist, making it look almost like he was floating. The gown was blue, going from a lighter hue at the top and darkening until it almost looked black at the bottom edges, and it was covered in tiny shining jewel-like stars that glittered with every breath Sans took.
He looked like art come to life.
But what shocked Red the most was the lack of any judgment or disgust on Sans’ face. His soft smile showed only amusement at Red’s apparent attempt at escape. There was no fear or scorn either. Nothing that Red was used to seeing on people who saw him clearly.
Red stared, mouth hanging open, unmoving. With a soft chuckle and a graceful descent down the stairs, Sans was suddenly standing in front of him, using one hand to gently close Red’s hanging mouth.
“you okay there, red?” Sans teased, giving him a knowing wink, making Red furiously blush and stutter out a confirmation... maybe? He wasn’t making a lot of sense but it looked like Sans understood.
The smaller skeleton offered his hand to Red, which the scared monster hesitatingly took. Sans might have mesmerized him, but he didn’t want to chance hurting the small monster on any of his spikes or edges. It wouldn’t do to end their date before it began, especially in such a horrible way.
Before Red could think himself into another panic, Sans pulled him towards the big doors that led to the ballroom. Red didn’t expect the lazybones monster to be this excited over something like dancing, but there was a clear sparkle in Sans’ sockets and a skip in his steps proving Red’s assessment wrong yet again. He smiled, happy to learn something new about the monster walking hand in hand with him.
The moment they entered the ballroom Red’s nerves started fraying again. Fuck. He didn’t think about what will happen next! Dancing. He knew it would be dancing. But he didn’t think how this will go. He knew how to dance, in theory, but it was ages since he even practised, let alone danced with a partner. What if he hurt Sans with his claws or spikes in his clumsiness? What if he tripped and fell on Sans? What if-
A gentle hand stopped him and made him turn his gaze downward. There was Sans, smiling up at him, eyelights shining as brightly as the little stars dotting his gown, one hand gently pulling on Red’s, placing the big clawed “paw” onto his delicate waist. Red hesitated still, unsure if he should touch Sans, but with a determined nudge, Sans pushed Red’s hand flush with his body.
The touch made a satisfying bolt of excitement shoot up Red’s hand, making his body shiver a little and Red freeze in shock. Sans quickly used that to take Red’s other hand into his own, squeezing it gently, a sign that he was ready for the bigger monster to take the lead.
Hesitatingly, Red looked at his partner, trust shining brightly from that perfect monster in front of him. Painfully slowly, Red stepped forward, expecting the worst to happen. But Sans followed, as if it was the most natural thing to ever happen, and nothing bad happened. So Red took another step, and another, and another. And he could feel Sans following, his body moving to match his lead. It was... intoxifying.
The little monster was so tiny in his big cursed hands. So soft and delicate. It felt like Red could crush him with one squeeze of his fist. But there was no fear or hesitation in that body. Sans moved freely, with complete trust, shining like a gem, his gown twirling around, sparkling, making the room seem as if the starry night sky blessed this dance,
With a booming laugh, followed by a softer one, Red spun Sans around and then pulled him close, tilting him back. Their sockets met, Sans’ sparkling like stars, blush spreading on his cheeks and down his neck. Red could feel his sockets itch in a weird way, as if their shape changed. He had a moment to hope they didn’t turn into anything embarrassing (like hearts) before Sans’ drew him back in, melting any worry away and making his own cheeks feel hot, sockets lidding as he leaned forward-
Quickly Red pulled back, straightening himself and Sans up. He almost did something he would probably regret. With a cough and a look to Sans (did he look disappointed?), Red offered his hand again, pulling Sans close once the smaller happily accepted.
They danced like this for a while, Sans pulling close and cuddling up to Red when the moment let him. It made Red’s soul beat faster and he was sure he would be purring if he could spare the breath.
They stopped only when they were both thoroughly winded, breath coming out fast and hard, be it from dancing or laughing in glee over the closeness and the warm atmosphere.
Red took Sans out to the balcony, to catch their breath and talk. To enjoy the beauty of the night sky, that paled in comparison to the star standing in front of Red, shining on his darkness, making him feel like he was worth something again.
And done! I really hope you like this noonies! I gotta say that I absolutely loved writing it out and... I gotta get me some drawing skills to draw Sans in that dress >.>
One detail about Red’s appearance. Since he is supposed to be cursed to look like a beast, i.e. a monster, I decided to give him a more “deformed” than beast-like appearance because he started out as a monster, and we all know that there are beast-like monsters (wolfs, tigers etc.) that are considered normal. So instead of just looking like a beast, his whole body is “deformed”. Red’s face isn’t much different to his original one, just his teeth look more menacing and dangerous and his body does have a more beast like build, with digitrade legs and a daily. The main change is that his whole body (even his skull) has these bumps, spikes and discolorations growing and making him look like he’s sick and in the process of mutating. Since skeleton monsters usually have clean and healthy looking bones, shaped in many forms (be it human or animal like), the deformities done to Red’s bones are what make him a “beast” to reflect the evil in his soul that got him cursed :3
Red usually wears his bulky jacket and wide clothes to hide some of the deformities, but here he’s wearing a fancy suit fitted to his frame. So practically nothing is hidden. The staff that made the suit wanted to prove to Red, and to themselves, that Sans wasn’t repulsed by Red, that his feelings went beyond what was on the outside.
... I would say they succeeded, no? ;3
Hope you liked this! I didn’t reread so there are probably quite a few mistakes, but I hope it reads ok.
