Chapter Text
It is about 10 pm. Kris is sitting on the bed, waiting for Ralsei to come. She feels a bit... nervous.
Will it happen tonight? Her knees wiggle side to side in anticipation. Her heart is pounding a bit, but she breathes to calm any nerves.
(I will not make a move on him. He should. He's my husband for crying out loud!)
She's not wearing anything too revealing. Just a simple, modest bathrobe. Ralsei would probably pass out if she were to do anything more.
(He said he wanted a baby too... I hope it's not just because of me.)
The anxiety is pushed away as she sees Ralsei come into the room.
Ralsei closed the door behind him, and his anxiety rose when he heard it latch. He was doing so much better the whole day about being brave. But now...this was different. This was scarier to him.
He wanted to try, but a small part of him still didn't feel ready. He didn't even know what to say. He started to walk towards her, his soul racing more and more with each step.
"U-umm...Kris..." He tried to talk, but he was such a mess with his face heating up. He felt like passing out. (I'm terrible at talking like this...) He realized. (I don't know if I can do this...)
"Is something wrong, Ralsei?" Kris's face was full of worry.
"I'm sorry..." He couldn't look at her. He was too embarrassed. "I-I'm fine."
(I don't want to mess this up for her. I want this! So why am I so scared?)
He went to take another step forward, but he felt shaky. He took a step back instead. "Sorry..." He apologized again.
"It's alright. Dear, are you absolutely sure you're fine with this?" His actions were making her feel even more worried.
"Yes." He forced himself to go to the bed and he sat down beside her. He reached over for her hand and just sat there for a few moments as he tried to get up the courage to do more. He couldn't find any courage though. (Why can't I just be brave and confident like Kris? I know she loves me. Why is this hard?)
He decided that he had to do something. He turned to look at Kris, but then he saw the look on her face and he froze.
"Stop it." Kris looked down. Her eyes were tearing up. "Why do you do this to yourself? Forcing yourself do things you don't want to do?"
He realized that he didn't have a good answer to that question. He did want for it to happen, but his nerves got in the way. Yet he didn't tell her. He kept trying to force himself.
"I did want to do it." He rubbed her hand, feeling terrible that she was crying.
"No... If you don't want to, just tell me!" She sobbed. "I feel like I'm putting too much pressure on you. You're so kind and innocent. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings if you do what I wanted. I don't want to be selfish anymore. I want to consider your feelings."
"I wasn't lying..." He was trying not to cry too at that point. "I want to start a family with you."
"But I can see it in your face..." Kris stammered. "It's like you're terrified of me... I... don't want this if it makes you look at me that way. It... makes me feel like I'm often assaulting you."
She lies down and holds onto one of the pillows onto the bed. It hurts. A lot.
(I'm not going to bring it up again. I'm not going to be too much for him ever again.)
"I'm not scared of you at all!" She could tell by his breathing that he had started to cry. "I'm scared of doing something wrong. But that's not your fault. It's just me..."
She sits back up. She wanted to reach to hold him, but for some reason, it makes her feel like a dirty person. All she could do was rub the side of his shoulder. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for... Please, don't bash yourself because of me."
She doesn't like crying around him. So she tries everything she could to make herself stop. But it failed.
"Your feelings make sense though..." He felt bad for crying when she needed reassurance. He didn't know how to support her either though. "Kris...don't blame yourself. I want to see you happy."
"I'm fine." She lied. "Let's... just go to bed..."
She looked down at herself. Even though it's just a robe, she feels a bit repulsed. "I'll...get dressed first." She gets up to leave.
He didn't try to stop her even though he wanted to. He started to feel a little scared for something else then. (Am I holding her back by being this way? Keeping her from being happy just because I'm scared?)
He shook his head. (We're married. We've been together through so much. I shouldn't worry about that.) He thought back about a time that felt like forever ago when he was in that town, but it wasn't empty then. (The people of that town didn't truly care, or they wouldn't have left. Kris does care. She's kind.) He took a deep breath. (She's here. I'm not alone. It'll be ok. I need to overcome this.)
Kris comes back in the most modest pajamas she has. They're super baggy too. She goes to lay down and put the blankets over herself. She didn't bring herself to give him any type of physical affection.
Just words are enough.
"I love you... Good night." She had a insecure whisper.
"K-Kris?" He asked. He knew of course why she was acting that way, but it hurt him. He was so used to more than that. He knew that she must feel really terrible for her to do that.
"Are you...coming? Or... Are you staying up a bit?" Her tone wasn't mean at all. She didn't know her actions was also hurting him. It hurt her to even hold back. She doesn't want to ever corrupt this sweet man.
Corrupt?
How can that be? She's his wife. It shouldn't be this way.
Why does she feel so wrong? She feels confused.
"I'm coming..." He took off his glasses and hat and put them on the table beside the bed. He laid down beside her. He knew that she probably didn't want any sort of physical affection at the time, but...he did. He tried to resist from doing anything.
(It looks like I was right about him forcing himself.) Kris sadly thought. (He doesn't want to be close to me all the time like I do with him...)
She kept her eyes closed, but it was hard to sleep with the aching in her heart. She was facing away from him. Ralsei thought that she was asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and put his head against her back. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered. "I know you can't hear me right now, but I love you. Please, never leave me."
Kris's heart skipped a beat while aching. His warmth. It was soothing to her. She feels his sadness.
(I'm such an idiot. Now, I'm making him afraid I'd divorce him...)
"Dear," Her voice surprised him. "I'll never, EVER leave you. The only way that would happen is if you want to leave me. I'm never going anywhere...Please, don't apologize. I seem to be causing so many problems that isn't your fault."
After he got over his surprise, he responded. "Kris...you wanting more from our relationship doesn't make you a bad person. You haven't done anything to me that's made me really upset."
"Really? I don't make you uncomfortable?" She asked.
"No." He held her tighter. "I...did better today. I got over my fear a little. I still have a while to go before I get used to this. I will though. I never want to not be able to feel you with me. You don't make me uncomfortable. You make me feel loved."
"You're just super shy. I feel bad it causes fear though..." Kris was loving the feeling of his arms. "Just know I won't ever judge you if you do make mistakes. I just love your affection and how it makes my heart feel despite any of it."
"I will keep that in mind," he said as he smiled. "Um...I'm actually comfortable like this. I'm glad you were awake so I could talk to you."
"Me too... I love being close to you..." Kris stated as she was starting to feel better. His closeness and warmth felt nice to her.
"Are you gettingtired? If so, then I don't want to keep you up forever," he said as henoticed her tone of voice. "Do you feel less upset?"
"Just a little. I feel more relaxed now." Kris admitted. "I do since you want to be close to me like this." Her arms wrapped around his that was lying on top of her.
He exclaimed. "I will always want to! I love you so much!"
"I love you so much too." She smiled.
She feels a lot better. She hopes, one day, they can progress more. Just patience is needed, yet she won't be impatient. At least, now she knows, she isn't pushing him.
"I love you more than I love cake," He mumbled happily. "A lot more than I love cake. Cake doesn't even really compare."
Kris giggled. "You're so silly. That's one of the reasons why I love you so much."
There was some silence. It seems she actually had fallen asleep.
Ralsei gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and then laid back down with his arms around her. "Good night, Kris."
...
Things with Frisk and Sans were getting intense. Sans was beginning to feel crazier whenever he has to stay with Frisk as she showers.
His SOUL was going wild. He felt a strong desire to get married to her.
The way Frisk would always have him stand there, she didn't realize how it was effecting him. In fact, she was also getting too flustered from just having him in there.
One time, she kind of slipped in the shower. It drove Sans insane not to be tempted to help her. But she was fine.
As Frisk was gathering clothes to prep for a shower, it was that time again. Her anxiety has been lessening over the span of time that had passed. She would feel safer with him there, but the agonizing intense feelings she, and also Sans, had gotten... She'd rather not have him there anymore. Not that either of them minded it, but it was getting a bit too much.
At the corner of her eye, she saw Sans, standing there. There was an obvious sweat on his face. His face has gotten blue every time she was prepping.
"Hey, Sans." She turned to him, while holding her stuff. "I think I can go by myself this time."
"Are you sure?" He asked. He had a worried expression. "I don't mind."
"I have been feeling better with you always around." Frisk smiled. "I think I gotten it through my head that everything's safe now."
"Alright...one of these days we should get married so we can take showers together. That'd be nice. Heh." He said that without thinking, and his face immediately turned a dark blue.
All of Frisk's stuff dropped onto the floor. Her mouth was wide open. Her expression had a look of surprise with her face a blood red shade.
"Did you...?" Frisk stammered. They had never talked about marriage before. Like ever. This was the first time he had talked about it.
"Was that- I mean-" She kept stuttering. She couldn't even say it.
An indirect proposal?!
"Uhh..." He lowered his face into his hoodie. "Frisk...do you want to? Get married, I mean?"
Her facial expression had a teary eyed look to it. Her face, still a pink hue, but also looking emotionally happy. "Yes!"
She quickly went over to him, giving him a big hug. "You mean it?" She added, making sure she heard him right.
"Of course." He hugged her in return, smiling at her response. "I can't think of a better way to spend my life than by your side."
She looked up to him, with a teasing, smug cat like smile. "And it's not just because you only want to shower with me?"
Saying that, made her blush too. But, it was a perfect opportunity to tease him for bringing up marriage like that. She couldn't help but also laugh a little bit while poking his cheek.
"No!" He said. "That would be nice though." He felt more embarrassed with her looking at him like that. Thinking about it more made his face heat up.
"Yeah." Frisk gotten all shy just thinking about it, but she covered it up by speaking up, "It's funny to tease you. Heehee." Then she started to cry emotionally happy. "This was a surprise. I'm truly happy."
"It was for me too. I didn't expect it to happen like this," he admitted. "I will get you a ring today."
"How long have you been thinking about this?" She curiously asked.
She felt excited about a ring. Now, she'll be part of the married crowd. Like Kris and Ralsei. Well, technically, their public ceremony will be coming soon too. She can't wait to tell all of her friends.
"Since you moved in with me." He gave her a sincere smile. "I didn't know if you were ready though. It was probably too soon."
"Oh wow." Her heart fluttered at that. She wiped away some of her tears. She wanted to have a special moment like this last, but she knew she had to go shower.
Alone, for once. Yet, she doesn't feel anxious this time. Because Sans is here. He's always there for her. And now, he wants to spend the rest of their lives together. It made her feel stronger. He really was her source of strength.
...
"YOU TWO ARE GETTING MARRIED?!" Papyrus's excited voice could be heard throughout the house.
"Yeah! We've been doing just fine living together, so I thought it was time."
"I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, BROTHER!" He continued. "AND THE HUMAN TOO! I WILL BE RELATED TO A REAL HUMAN!"
There was no signs of Frisk having a panic attack while she was in the bathroom. This definitely wasn't something Sans was used to.
(She seems to be doing better,) Sans thought happily. (She's come so far from when she first moved here.)
There was a faint sound of the shower stopping. Clothes rustling. The squeak of the bathroom door opening.
"Sans! I was ok-" Frisk beamed, but saw a rushing Papyrus heading her way.
He did his usual hug of lifting her off the ground. "I HEARD THE NEWS! HOW EXCITING!"
Frisk laughed. "You're going to become my brother-in-law!"
"YES!" He said excitedly. "I WILL BE THE GREATEST BROTHER-IN-LAW! AND I'M SURE YOU WILL BE THE GREATEST SISTER-IN-LAW!" There was something coming from his eyes.
"Are you crying?" Sans asked.
"NO....YES!" Papyrus shouted. "THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS FOR YOU BOTH!"
"It looks like Papyrus took a WEEPING pill by accident." Sans snorted.
"NOOOOO!" Papyrus sat Frisk back down on the floor.
"Sans! I actually did it!" Frisk leaned in closer to whisper to him. "I didn't have one."
Papyrus is unaware of her panic attacks. It's better that he didn't know.
Sans put his face against her cheek and whispered. "I knew you could. You're strong."
"WHAT ARE YOU BOTH WHISPERING ABOUT?" Papyrus asked.
"That Sans had finally agreed to pick up his socks." Frisk tried not to laugh. Especially with the look Sans had given her.
Sans looked at Papyrus with an obviously forced smile. "Yep. That's what I said."
"REALLY?" Papyrus's eyes lit up. "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! FRISK SEEMS TO BE A VERY GOOD INFLUENCE!"
"Yes I am." Frisk muffled her laughter into Sans's shoulder.
The feeling of Frisk laughing into his shoulder like that made Sans feel an odd sense of security. She had given him strength as well. He still struggled at times, but he was learning not to be so hard on himself. To relax and enjoy life despite all the trauma he and Frisk had been through.
"WELL!" Papyrus's voice tore Sans away from his thoughts. "YOU BETTER GET STARTED! YOU HAVE A LOT OF SOCKS!"
"Yeah, Sans." She winked at him with a large grin. "Once we have a house together, you need to keep the floors spotless."
Sans sighed in an almost comical manner. "I guess I will stop being lazy. Know that I'm only doing this for you though." He gently tapped her nose.
Frisk watched Papyrus leave the room. He looks like he was ready to cook something. Ever since the royal guard had stopped existing, Papyrus wanted to follow his next dream. A chef.
She looks at Sans. "So, since I have succeeded not having an episode in the bathroom, I may not need to sleep in your room anymore." Her voice was in a super teasing and joking tone. That was the reason why they were staying in the same room in the first place.
"What? I refuse for you to leave me." He blushed. "I like to be as close to you as possible."
"Hmm, I don't knooowww.." She joked. "You may need to..... catch me first!"
With that, she sprinted away. She knows it's a losing game with Sans. With his powers, he's fast anyways.
It didn't take long before he teleported in front of her and grabbed her, pulling her close. "Got ya!"
Frisk giggled, wrapping her arms around him while looking up. "Hey! You cheated!"
"Maybe I did," he said with a wink. "But I still caught you."
"It's alright. I love being caught by you." Frisk nuzzled her nose against where his is supposed to be.
"Good," he said in a teasing tone. "Because you're stuck with me now."
"Oh no." She smiled. "What do you plan on doing with me? I've been captured!"
She pretended she was trying to escape from him, but she kept giggling.
Sans continued to hold her close while laughing. "I don't know. Should I give you a kiss?"
"I don't know. Should you?" She playfully retorted while looking up at him.
"I think I should." He gave her a quick kiss.
"Hmm. Sir, I'd like to order a dozen more kisses, please." She emphasized.
"Coming right up," He said as he chuckled. He continued to kiss her over and over again with a small blush forming on his cheeks.
There was an evident redness on Frisk's face. He never failed to make her happy and heart fluttery.
She smooched his cheeks all over. "Your face is captivating so my lips lost control there."
"Oh, is that it?" He asked happily.
"Mhm." She sighed in a peaceful way while holding him tightly.
"So..." He started to talk. "Does this mean you will keep sharing the room with me?"
"Yes." She nodded. "You're my fiancé. It's mandatory."
It felt odd saying those words, but it was a happy kind of odd. It feels like a good dream to her. A dream that she never wants to wake up from.
"Good," he said. It felt nice to know that wouldn't change. He was enjoying every part of their life together.
"I can't wait to get married." His smile grew larger. "It will be the best day of my life."
"Mine too." She replied. "What are monster weddings like?"
She knew Kris and Ralsei exchanged vows with each other for a solo promise. Although, their public ceremony will be upcoming, yet she doesn't know what to expect from it.
(I wonder if humans ever married monsters before in the past.) She pondered if Kris is either the first to marry or that this hasn't happened in centuries.
"Well...I've never been to one," He admitted. "Never really got to research them or anything either. I know the husband waits for the wife to walk in all dressed up, and then there's usually a party afterwards. What about human weddings?"
"That sounds about the same." Frisk nodded. "It seems we aren't so different when it comes to that."
"Really?" He asked. "I always thought that humans and monsters did things like that differently."
"Same here!" She exclaimed. "Well, we aren't magical like you."
Minus Chara, but she's avoiding that topic. It's a mystery that he uses magic. Kris also has Lightner powers.
"Humans have many different types of wedding ceremonies. But the most common one is the one you mentioned." She finished.
"Is that the kind you want to have?" He asked. "Any kind is fine with me."
She started to blush. "I'm not too picky, but what places do you recommend for a wedding to be held at?"
"Well, we do have more options now with the worlds merged together. Maybe we should go for a walk to explore some?" He suggested.
"Weren't you going to pick out a ring for me?" She tilted her head. Little did she know Sans went to go get one while she was in the shower.
"I don't want to be around for that. I rather be surpr-"
He pulled the ring out of his pocket. "I uh...already got one." He grabbed her hand and slid it onto her finger.
Some teardrops came out of Frisk's eyes. It had a hint of a glow to it. It had a shape like an echo flower with a sparkly diamond in the middle.
Sans lifted her hand up and gave it a small kiss. "You like it?"
"I love it." She gazed at him. "I hope it wasn't expensive... It's so beautiful..."
"It's alright," he reassured her. "It was worth it to make you so happy."
Her hands lightly touched the sides of his cheeks and planted a deep kiss. Some of her tears ran onto his face. She slowly backed away, but stayed close to him. "I love you. I can't wait to be your wife."
"Me too..." His face got blue. "But not the wife part. I can't wait for you to be my wife. I'm...will be..." He paused. "You know what I mean. I love you too."
She giggled. "You're cute when you're flustered. In fact, you're always adorable, future hubby."
Saying that last part made her cheeks turned into a rosy tint.
"You're always adorable too, future wifey." He tried to have a teasing expression, but his blush was making it hard.
Frisk started to kiss each part of his cheeks that had the blue hue. Only for the blue to extend more. She started to giggle. "I think I'm winning the blush contest."
"I think you are too." He continued to smile at her. "I'm not very good at this. You keep making me blush."
Suddenly, someone popped up seemingly from the floor in between Frisk and Sans. "Did I hear the word contest?'"
Mettaton?
"How did you get here?" Sans asked. "How did you even know where we live?"
"You have summoned me by those words! If there's a blushing contest here I want to be in on it!" Mettaton said.
"That won't be necessary-" Frisk tried to leave with Sans to go house shopping.
"Oh, but it is!" Mettaton pushed them out the door and towards a busy area. He pushed a box over and made them stand on it, and then pulled out a megaphone.
Where was he hiding that?
"Step right up ladies and gentlemen to witness the first ever blushing contest!" Mettaton yelled. "Here we have Sans, the troubled skeleton who was saved by Frisk's love for him!" He did a dramatic pose.
"And over here is Frisk! The human girl who, despite everything, always believed in him! The romantic tension started when Sans proposed to her this morning, and has been getting intense ever since then! Who will be the one to make the other blush uncontrollably?!"
"How do you know all that stuff about us?" Sans asked. That didn't even make sense. Even if Mettaton did know somehow, shouldn't he have forgotten the other timeline? Unless he had just heard the story from eavesdropping.
"I have my ways. Very fabulous ways." Mettaton replied.
Frisk started to feel embarrassed. Mettaton was always one with his weird shenanigans.
There's a lot of eyes on them. Now, she feels obligated to stay.
"Um... So what's round one?" She asked out of curiosity. While the other part of her just wants to leave.
"Round one, darlings, is trying to use spoken words to get each other flustered!" Mettaton looked excited. "Things get more intense as the contest continues."
There was a round of applause from random monsters watching.
Sans was already embarrassed. He didn't think he would be any good at flirting. But...Frisk seemed to want to go along with Mettaton's crazy show for some reason. He might as well give it a shot.
"Frisk..." Sans face was already blue.
Frisk was winning without even saying anything! He had to think of a pick-up line! Something smooth!
"Are your eyes get lost in map?" Sans asked. He quickly realized his mistake.
"What?" Frisk giggled. "Also, you're blushing and I didn't have to say anything."
"I meant to ask if you had a map I could use. Because I keep getting lost in your eyes." Sans attempted a flirty wink.
She didn't really blush because of the pickup line. She giggled.
That wink though.
She slightly blushed.
"Well..." She thinks hard how to make him blush. "Sans...!" She exclaimed. "You're super handsome!!!"
For some reason with so many monsters watching them, he was getting more flustered easily. Maybe due to stage fright. His face only got even bluer than it already was.
"It seems Frisk has won this round!" Mettaton announced. "Ready for the next one?"
"Woohoo!" Frisk laughed off any hint of blushing she had.
The monsters cheered for the next round to start.
"Next round!" Mettaton's voice rang out. "The rules are for this one...physical affection is allowed, but no kissing!"
Sans walked towards Frisk and put a hand on the side of her face. (Time for a different approach.)
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said. Frisk's attitude was putting him at ease a bit. He was actually starting to have fun.
His touch and the way he looked at her made her blush deeply.
"Well- I-. Gosh..." She started to hide her face. His affection always makes her melt.
(That actually worked?!) He stared at her red face lovingly. "Your turn."
(No kissing, huh? This is going to be hard.) Frisk pondered.
She stood there awkwardly for a minute, realizing, she doesn't know what to do!
All she mustered up was to embrace Sans super closely. She mumbled. "I'm always yours and you'll always be mine." Sans laughed at how cute and shy she was.
"Hmm...Sans gets this one, but it was super close!" Mettaton decided. "What a beautiful display of affection! In this next round, kissing is allowed."
Sans took a step back away from Frisk. He used one of his hands to cup under her chin, and he looked down into her eyes. The situation, especially the whispers from the crowd, caused him to blush again. Looking into her eyes was soothing though.
Frisk felt her heart pounding as she stared into his eyes. The way he always looks at her before a nice kiss... Ugh! Gets her every time!
(Think of it as practice. Practice like for your wedding day! You're going to kiss in front of a lot of people! What's the big deal?)
But thinking that made her blush worsen.
Sans leaned down and gave her a long kiss. Mettaton, of course, ruined the moment. "Ohh how romantic! It seems that Sans has won this round as well! Sans wins this contest! Now, for the bonus round-"
"I think that's enough for today," Sans said nervously. "I don't even want to know what the bonus round is."
"S-same." Her face felt hot.
She feels like it's getting a bit too personal now. So she took his hand to indicate she's ready to go.
They started to walk off the stage, and heard Mettaton telling the monsters that the show was over. "That was...interesting," Sans said.
"That's Mettaton for you." She responded. "He doesn't know boundaries."
Sans nodded in agreement. "I was pretty good at getting you to blush though, wasn't I?" He teased.
"N-no." She denied it and looked the other way. He's too good at this, but she isn't admitting that. Her reactions like this always makes his teasing worse. But she secretly likes being treated this way.
"But I won!" He pointed out. "You were blushing a lot." He poked her cheek. "Are you blushing right now?"
She hides her face. Her voice is muffled. "No." She lied.
"Really?" He stood in front of her and put his face close to hers. "Then why are you hiding?"
"Who, me?" She played dumb, not realizing he's close to her yet. "I'm not hiding."
"I see you." He playfully patted the top of her head.
"No, you don't!" She giggled underneath her hands.
"Yes I do!" He grabbed her hands. "See?"
She noticed his face is close to hers. She started to blush more. He had a teasing smile. He poked her nose and laughed. "Tomato."
She blushed. "You tease! I thought you were going to kiss me again!"
"Maybe I will," Sans said as he drew close again. "Your lips taste better than ketchup anyway."
"S-Sans!" She squeezed her eyes shut from the massive blush on her face. He felt him kiss her intensely. She felt a rush of helplessness, yet passion. She started to feel like she was getting roasted by a fire as she was kissing back.
Only to realize passerbys started to giggle at them.
She backed up, commenting. "Sans! Not in public!"
She was getting shyer by public display of affection.
Sans laughed again. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry." He took her hand. "I'll continue this when we get home."
She was smiling and blushing. They were chatting and walking around. Getting ideas for their house in the future.