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august catch-all log

Who: Sans and a lot of goddamn people
When: The first half of August
Where: All around the ship!
What: Various closed prompts covering Sans' arrival + laying some groundwork for future Enterprises.
Warnings: Nothing off the top of the dome! Will update if any surface.

[ All prompts will be in the comments! Please let me know if you have any ideas for starters and either PM this account or PP

safelybeds and I'll write something up for you! ]

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She opens her mouth and promptly closes it. Toriel has really no words come to mind beyond shocked exclamations.

"Welcome back...?" Smooth, Toriel, smooth. She tries to salvage the situation adding a moment later. "I, I wasn't sure if you would- return..."

Smooth as a rock quarry. Though to be fair, Sans isn't looking much better.

"Heh, uh... yeah. That seems to be a running theme."

His pockets wave back and forth slightly, highlighting his fidgeting. It's a rare bad habit from him, but unsuppressible in the moment.

"... It's good to see you in one piece, T."

For all the awkwardness, that sentiment is achingly sincere.

The boss monster steps forward, offering her hand to Sans. An offer to pick up where they left off last time they spoke before either of their deaths. "The feeling is mutual. I- I'm glad you're here now."

Toriel for her death, for what happened when the ship jumped into the darker aspects of space is untouched. No glass laced through her body, no injuries, no lingering effects from her death. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

He moved closer, taking her hand in his and pulling for her to come down to his level. It's perhaps a little hasty, with her children resting mere feet away. They hadn't told them yet. Hadn't told anyone yet, really, save Ratchet and a few vague hints to others. Not even Papyrus knew, though perhaps he'd guessed. He was more perceptive than people gave him credit for.

Still, hasty or not, it doesn't stop Sans from wrapping his arms around her neck once she's close enough.

Toriel easily moves with the pull on his part, readily shifting to settle on his level. When his arms loop around her neck she curls an arm around his waist in a hug. Toriel is just going to hold Sans close, nosing lightly at his cheekbone.

"I'd ask you to not do that again- but promises are a tricky sort of thing." She jokes weakly back, trying to keep things steady. Toriel hadn't exactly had a chance to hash out grief for Sans death yet. Not with both children in such a state and needing her so. Her own feelings naturally go on the back burner when her children need her.

"Heh... sure are." He mumbles, fingers flexing and tightening around her. His ribs rise and fall lunglessly, breathing her in. It's relaxing. A small comfort in a very confusing time. "But, y'know. Never managed to say no to you before."

It's hard to parse when skeletons kiss. They don't really have the lips to make it a markedly different gesture from pressing up close. Still, there's a firmness in how his teeth push up against her cheek.

And a very sleepy goat enters, rubbing at his eyes. He's vaguely aware that Sans is still over, but he doesn't quite realize what's happening yet.

"Mom, I had a bad dream-"

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Wait.

That's mom and Sans.

That's mom and Sans kissing.

Why are they kissing.

Frisk follows behind Asriel, still somewhat foggy as well despite usually being rather quick to wake fully. It's been a very rough month, and they've been thrown nearly completely off their usual self.

They don't say anything, just blinking sleepily at Toriel and Sans--

...hugging. They're hugging, and speaking quietly, and then Sans leans up--

Oh.

My god.

That's a kiss. That's totally a kiss.

Fully awake and looking happier than they have in WEEKS, Frisk pumps both fists into the air in a fierce gesture of total and complete victory.

"YES!"

THEY HAVE WAITED LITERAL YEARS TO FINALLY SEE THIS MOMENT.

You've never seen a skeleton move so fast.

Like, literally, he's at the door. He didn't even teleport there.

Her children both stumbling out of bed was not quite what Toriel expected in the moment. Really, she should have. She's less shocked by Sans leaping away to stand by the door. Toriel herself is already up on her feet turning to face children as smoothly as she can.

"...Sans came by to say hello." The smoothest response to being caught kissing a skeleton. Not even going to acknowledge it. Her expression smooths out from panicky surprise to something parental in a second. "You had a bad dream, dear? Are you alright?"

Asriel glances to Toriel. Then to Sans. Then to Toriel again. Maybe he was still half asleep and hallucinating. He can hope?

(Sans and his mom?!)

At Toriel's question, it takes a little longer than usual to give her an answer.

"Um... I was gonna ask if I could... stay up with you."

You know who isn't letting that whole kiss thing go?

This kid.

Bouncing on the balls of their feet and grinning ear-to-ear, Frisk runs over to Toriel and looks excitedly from their mom to Sans and back again.

"You did it, you finally did it! See, Sans, I told you she likes you! When'd it start, is Sans gonna move in now?"

Remember when Sans was at the door?

Now Sans is out the door.

Right around when that mention of moving in starts.

Toriel isn't surprised when Sans bolts, not in the least. It doesn't stop her from sighing. This is her life.

"No one is moving anywhere." She steps forward to gently hustle both children back into their room and out of the hallway. "Now, let's find something we can read together. I have a few new books I borrowed from the library."

This is not real life. This is some kind of nightmare he's having as Flowey right now isn't it.

At Frisk's excitement, Asriel just shoots them a wide-eyed "oh please no not you too" kind of look. He opens his mouth to say something, but realizes he really can't with Toriel there. At least not without making this whole situation way more awkward than it already is.

Instead, he just lets Toriel push both him and Frisk back to their room. He still seems to be in a daze.

"I like books. Books are good..."

Not even gonna ask what they are, as long as they don't involve kissing. Asriel would gladly accept an entire book on snails at the moment.

Frisk is a little too high on cloud nine to really notice Asriel's distress at the moment, or else they might have toned it down for his sake. As it is, Frisk just frowns at Sans's sudden vanishing act and pouts up at Toriel.

"Awwww! But I wanna know!"

They are at least following along with Toriel's prodding, though.

"I remember you were interested in that book about pirates? It came back a few days ago and I picked it up so we could read it." Toriel is more than able to carry the conversation elsewhere.

"Right now, dear. We should be thinking about pirates." Not about their mother's weird, weird love life with a skeleton. "The main character is a very lively young lady dread pirate. I'm sure it'll be an amusing read." Toriel read through some of it already for a quality check, it is a bit more violent than she likes, but no one is shot, tortured or gutted so she figures it is safe read.

On the topic of pirates, Asriel tries to relax a little. He remembers that book - he remembers Toriel wanted to look through it first to make sure it was age appropriate. The image of his mom and Sans kissing still lingers in the back of his mind, but he pushes it aside and settles down next to Toriel.

"Yeah, I remember that book! That's the lady pirate who was fighting and giant octopus on the cover, right? Does she fight a giant octopus? Who wins? Do they team up?"

"It took so long, though," Frisk grumbles under their breath, but a glance over to Asriel has a wash of shame going through them. Right...this would be upsetting for Asriel, wouldn't it? Flowey wasn't friendly even on a good day, but he'd always had a special level of vitriol saved for when Sans and Toriel were hanging out together.

They're being selfish again.

Instead of saying anything further, Frisk just nods and curls up against Toriel's other side.

"You're going to have to listen to find out, now won't you?"

She reaches out lightly to coax her hand through Frisk's hair as the human child curls up against her. Asriel getting just the same parental doting treatment before she opens the book.

Toriel puts in a lot of energy in reading the book, using varying voices for characters and making sound effects when needed. Both children are likely used to it by now.

It is also her way of completely derailing any further questions.

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he makes it midway down the hall, feels like an ass, but just keeps going. the sans way.

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