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jmbringitonworld · 2 years

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A Blueberry Breakfast

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I know I've already written something for the May prompt (Breakfast) by @frans-monthly, but I had another idea for it and, since I missed April's prompt, I decided to write both ideas, because why not? Horrortale is my favourite AU, and Blueberry is my favourite Sans, so I didn't want to pick between the two, especially when I don't have to. As such, have some Underswap fluff for the end of May! (seriously, this is nothing but pure, tooth-rotting, utterly self-indulgent fluff)

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A sunbeam had managed to slip through a gap in the curtains, to land on Frisk’s face, but it wasn’t that which had woken her up. Within her womb, her daughter gave another forceful kick, and the human woman groaned, pressing her face into her soft pillow. She was tired, always tired, during these final weeks of her pregnancy, and all she wanted was a few extra minutes of sleep, but her unborn baby was already proving to be as energetic and lively as her father. Moreover, the baby was pressing down on Frisk’s full bladder. With a resigned sigh, the mother-to-be dragged herself out of her warm, comfortable bed, to waddle awkwardly over to the adjoining bathroom.

Once she’d relieved herself, and splashed cold water onto her face to wash away any lingering drowsiness, she re-entered her bedroom to find her husband standing beside their bed, holding a tray laden with what could only be her breakfast. Sans had prepared her fluffy, blueberry pancakes, with caramel drizzle, a side bowl full of ripe, juicy-looking blueberries, and a tall glass of milk to wash it all down with.

Frisk’s stomach growled and Sans beamed at her, clearly proud to have enticed her appetite. She’d been craving blueberries throughout most of her pregnancy, and her ever thoughtful husband had been sure to include some in every meal, no matter what he made. It never failed to warm Frisk’s heart. She smiled gratefully at Sans, as she made her way to his side, giving him a soft peck to his cheekbone when she reached him.

“Thank you, love. But you didn’t need to bring it up here, I could’ve gone downstairs to have breakfast.”

Despite her words, she allowed her husband to help her back into bed without protest, letting Sans tuck the blankets snuggly around her lower body as she sat up, and prop up the pillows behind her aching back. With a relieved sigh, she sunk back into the pillows behind her, glad to be off of her perpetually sore feet again. Sans placed the breakfast tray on her lap, and smiled brightly at his wife.

“NONSENSE, SUNSHINE! YOU’RE CARRYING OUR PRECIOUS BABY IN YOUR BELLY! YOU SHOULD BE TAKING IT EASY! DOCTOR’S ORDERS!!” he insisted, his firm tone and words at odds with his broad smile and starry, blue eyelights. “HOW ARE YOU FEELING, FRISK? DOES YOUR BACK HURT? DO YOU WANT ME TO MASSAGE YOUR FEET AGAIN?? OR YOUR SHOULDERS??”

It did and she did, but Frisk only shook her head, assuring Sans that she was fine, thanks. Her husband was doing so much for her as it was; she didn’t want to add anymore to his plate. Sans frowned lightly at her, seeming to see through her lie, but decided to let it go. Picking up a fork, he cut off a chunk of blueberry pancake, speared it with his fork, and eagerly held it up in front of his wife’s mouth. Frisk rolled her eyes at him in mock exasperation, a fond smile tugging at her lips, before she obligingly parted them to accept the food, indulging her husband’s desire to feed her.

Gentle sweetness flooded her mouth as she chewed on her pancake, and she let out a soft, appreciative moan. Sans looked at her expectantly, practically buzzing with nervous excitement, as he awaited her verdict on his cooking. Frisk swallowed her mouthful of pancake, and gave Sans a sincere smile.

“It’s delicious, love, as usual,” she assured him, and Sans preened. “You’ve really become quite the master chef these past months. I’m so impressed with how much you’ve improved in such a short amount of time.”

Sans puffed out his rib cage, placing both of his hands on his hip bones, as he adopted a proud stance.

“MWEH HEH HEH!! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS ALWAYS VERY IMPRESSIVE! I MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN HOW LACKING MY CULINARY SKILLS WERE BEFORE, BUT! ONCE I REALISED THAT I HAD TO BE BETTER, I PUT ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IMPROVING MYSELF. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN’T DO FOR THE SAKE OF MY BELOVED WIFE AND DARLING DAUGHTER!!”

Frisk smiled warmly at him, her chest swelling with pride. When they’d found out Frisk was pregnant, her and Papyrus had reluctantly been forced to tell Sans the truth about how terrible his cooking actually was, for the baby’s sake. Sans had taken the news surprisingly well, and even though he’d been very upset at being lied to all these years, he’d chosen to focus instead on learning how to cook something that wouldn’t make his wife and unborn child sick. And he’d quickly succeeded, each dish turning out tastier than the last. Frisk made sure to praise his progress every chance she got.

Swallowing another bite of blueberry pancake, Frisk licked the caramel sauce from her lips and sighed in contentment.

“Thank you again, Blue,” she reached out a hand to wrap it around one of Sans’s, enjoying the feeling of cool, smooth bone against her skin, silently glad that he was wearing his gloves less and less often, ever since their daughter had started kicking and Sans had wanted to feel her movements more directly against his bones. “Not just for breakfast, but for everything you’ve been doing for me since I became pregnant. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to do much to help you around the house, but I promise that once the baby’s born, I’ll make it up to you.”

Sans’s smile fell a little at her words. He gave the hand he was holding a light squeeze, and tried to offer his wife a confident grin, even though his soul clenched painfully in his rib cage.

“THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT!” he shook his skull adamantly. “I’M HAPPY TO BE DOING THINGS FOR YOU! MORE THAN HAPPY! YOU AND OUR DAUGHTER ARE MY WHOLE WORLD, AND TAKING CARE OF YOU TWO IS MY GREATEST JOY! EVEN MORE THAN CRAFTING INGENIOUS PUZZLES, OR DEVISING CLEVER RIDDLES! SO PLEASE DON’T FEEL BAD FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO AS MUCH AS YOU USED TO, WHILE YOUR BODY IS WORKING SO HARD TO NURTURE AND GROW AND PROTECT OUR PRECIOUS BABYBONES. I DON’T MIND DOING MORE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU. FAR FROM IT! I WISH I COULD ALWAYS BE THIS HELPFUL TO YOU...”

Sans lifted Frisk’s hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles, while giving her such a soft, tender look of adoration, it made Frisk’s heart skip a beat. Sans continued to gaze lovingly at his wife, as he nuzzled his skull into the palm of her hand, feeling both of their souls hum and pulse in sync.

“I’M REALLY GLAD YOU’RE FINALLY LETTING ME HELP YOU MORE,” he sighed gently into his wife’s hand, relishing the softness and warmth of her human skin, more than enamoured with her familiar touch. “I KNOW HOW INDEPENDENT YOU ARE, PRINCESS. AND I ADMIRE THAT! I REALLY DO! BUT I STILL CAN’T HELP WISHING YOU’D RELY ON ME A LITTLE MORE. I WANT TO BE MORE HELPFUL TO YOU. MORE USEFUL TO YOU. ALWAYS. EVEN AFTER OUR CHILD IS BORN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH , SUNSHINE, AND NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN MAKING YOU SMILE.”

Frisk felt her heart melt, her eyes tearing up slightly, as her soul bond with Sans sang with his undying love and devotion. Filled with the deepest affection for her husband, she caressed his skull with the hand he still cradled to his cheekbone, and grabbed his other hand, bringing it to her mouth to press a tender kiss to each of his bony fingers, before placing his hand on her distended belly. The baby responded to her father’s presence with another few, well-placed kicks to his hand, and both expectant parents smiled, eyes and eyelights shining with joy, although Frisk couldn't supress a slight wince. Sans gently rubbed his wife’s baby bump, both to soothe Frisk’s discomfort, and to feel his unborn daughter moving, alive and healthy beneath his phalanges.

Frisk’s face lit up with the radiant smile Sans loved so much, and she entwined their fingers, her soul glowing with happiness.

“I love you too, Sans,” her soul bond thrummed with the truth of her words, as Sans’s heart-shaped eyelights twinkled brightly as they gazed at her. “And I do rely on you, more than you know. Not to help me with work or chores or anything like that. But to help me smile. No one can do that but you, no one can make me truly happy but you. So please, love, can you keep doing that, even after our baby is born?”

“MWEH HEH HEH...” Sans leaned down towards her, his smile wider than ever. “ABSOLUTELY! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOUR SANSATIONAL HUSBONE FOR SMILES, BREAKFAST AND JAPES (NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER)! AND EVEN WHEN OUR DAUGHTER, AND ANY OTHER BABYBONES WE MIGHT HAVE, IS WITH US, I’LL STILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO BE THE VERY BEST HUSBAND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! I PROMISE! MWEH HEH! HEH!!”

And Sans leaned down the rest of the way, to swallow his wife’s giggles as he sealed her lips in a deep kiss. Under their linked hands, their daughter kicked her approval of her parents’ love, while further away, Frisk’s blueberry-filled breakfast lay momentarily forgotten, as the couple lost themselves in their blissful kiss.

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With this, I've now written the entire Frans family making breakfast! Sans here, Frisk in the previous entry ("Breakfast for the Soul"), and their children in "Happy Mother's Day". It wasn't intentional, but I still think it's kinda neat ^^

I'm not sure what I'll work on next, because my muse is fickle and unpredictable, but I have a few ideas floating around in my brain, so I'm feeling pretty hopeful at the moment. I really do love writing Frans fluff, so I'm entirely unapologetic about this oneshot. I had fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it.