symphysins:

an au(kinda) where sans has a reputation of being cursed. all the people that sans has been romantically involved with mysteriously end up dead. it’s already been thoroughly proven that he’s not responsible for them, but the string of misfortunes leaves him ostracized from the rest of snowdin. (people are still polite to him, but everyone is kind of wary of getting too close to him.) as a result, sans is pretty closed off/bitter. he doesn’t want to go through the trauma of having someone he loves dying or completely shunning him afterwards. 

enter papyrus, who’s just moved into snowdin. it seems like he’s fallen in love with sans from the very first time that he saw him. he begins to talk to sans, despite sans’ cold responses. the other people of snowdin try to discourage papyrus, telling him about sans’ curse and warning him to stay away. papyrus stubbornly refuses. he doesn’t believe in the curse, and tells them as much. he also scolds them for talking about sans in such a way. (maybe sans is around to hear this.) 

eventually, papyrus’ cheerfulness manages to bring sans out of his shell. he starts to fall in love with papyrus, which is terrifying to him. after so many horrible experiences with previous lovers, he truly believes in the curse. he doesn’t want that to happen to someone as good as papyrus. so he starts pushing papyrus away. 

papyrus doesn’t understand why sans is suddenly so cold again. conflict ensues. maybe there’s a big fight with lots of yelling. maybe during the fight some freak accident occurs, like a piece of land breaks underneath papyrus’ foot. sans just manages to save papyrus, and crying ensues with sans explaining why he’s so afraid of getting close to papyrus. papyrus once again says that he doesn’t care, he loves sans despite any so called curse. he tells sans that he shouldn’t be afraid to love. maybe something about belief turning coincidences into curses. maybe there’s a tearful hug.

sans decides to give it another shot. at he’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop, but weeks turn to months turn to years, and nothing happens. sans realizes that he might actually be able to keep this good thing and finally relaxes. 

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and then, because i’m dumb and predictable in my tastes

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