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How did this happen!?
One moment you were looking at your darling groom, about to say “I do”, when the earthquake sent the ceremony to a halt as people panicked.
Your beautiful outdoor wedding on top of mount ebbott. Just as the sun was setting for beautiful lighting. Your long flowing gown and veil seemed to reflect the orange and rosy hues like a fire opal. The staggering view made the adrenaline rush as you stood there in unmasked joy. You were so happy it took a few moments trying to pull yourself together and not cry.
Steven, looking at you in awe, seemed barely able to keep a few tears back as well. You both seemed an emotional giddy mess just as the day he proposed and you said yes. Your sweet romeo, best friend, and in a matter of minutes… husband.
Everything had been so perfect. Then a barrier had broken and Monsters came to the surface. Led by a child you've seen on the news that had went missing.
It was such an earth shattering revelation that who could ignore it and continue the wedding? You and your man decided to help upon realizing they only seemed scary. The child… Chara… assured you, the whole wedding staff, and guests helped welcome the surfaces new arrivals.
A gentle giant named Asgore, though he looked a bit manic, helped you get things straight as officials were called to help the monsters for housing.
Meanwhile the blind Queen kept her subjects placated and had her royal guardsmen attending to everyone.
One in particular was really loud and issued orders like a militant tyrant.
As you were trying to get information from Chara
And Asgore… he got a little bit on your nerves and finally you look to see the upstart…
There stood a quite dashing looking skeleton. Average in height and looked to be in hot topic fashion… but he looked good in it. A red bandana tied around his neck that matched his gloves and boots perfectly. Teeth like a sharks and scars that ran down across his left socket. Those pinpricks of crimson that made up his eyes in the voids of his sockets… captivating.
As you started to wonder why you even thought it… he turned his gaze to you sharply. As if sensing your thoughts on him.
You didn't know what to think or feel as your eyes locked. So much emotion ran through you and it scared you. Especially when his face reflected the same confusing torrent of emotions you were experiencing.
Steven put a hand on your shoulder asking if you were okay. That snapped you out of the trance and did your best to smile and continue on.
Ever aware that the skeletons gaze had not left you. At least he was silent now.
Finally help arrived and thankfully before the media.
Although it took some convincing of the queen as they set up a fenced parameter… to assure her it was for her people's safety as soon as word got out of their arrival.
Helping out with the fencing she apologized to you.
“I hear you are wearing the traditional dress of white… I hope our arrival hasn't ruined your day.” her concern had you look down. Your beautiful gown torn and dirtied. Your painful shoes discarded somewhere in the chaos.
“Honestly, I'm still shocked from this happening it doesn't seem real. I'm happy to help you and your people your majesty.” Her grin is warm as it unfurled.
“Were you at least able to say your vows? Complete the ceremony?” She seemed quite curious and you had to remember she couldn't see when you shook your head.
“No, I'm afraid not but this is also rather important. Not everyday an entire race emerges from the underground… having been imprisoned there by mankind. Steven and I understand and helped voluntarily. There's always another chance down the road and perhaps I can invite you your majesty.” Keeping the warmth in your voice. After all this wasn't an unpleasant surprise.
You watch this regal creature smile with such beautiful sweetness that she seemed motherly and kind. Before she was blunt and perfectly professional but being responsible for an entire race… you couldn't blame her.
“I hold you to it my child. I do so love weddings and please call me Toriel.” The grin remained and she put her paws out for your hands.
“I’m Y/N.” Placing yours in her massive hands she gave them a light squeeze.
“My dear you seem cold. Has the night not been kind to you?” Concern washes away the smile.
“I must admit doing all this in my light wedding gown and no shoes… I am a little chilly.” The look of frightful panic overtook the queen.
“You did all of this in your wedding gown!? Oh my dear your poor dress must look a fright!” Her paws immediately go for your shoulders.
“Bare arms!? My dear we need to get you some proper clothes! Until then, come let me make us a fire to warm your poor bones.” She raises a palm and a nice roaring fire appears.
Absolutely magical.
“Sans! To me please!” Toriel cried out towards the numerous monsters setting up their tents.
Immediately the loudmouth skeleton from earlier approached and saluted his blind queen.
“YES YOUR MAJESTY!?” You and Toriel both flinch at his tone. You grimace at the unwavering look he gives you. He's looking at you the way a starving animal looks at a handout… and it's leaving you a bit flustered and definite butterfly feeling in your gut.
“Sans! No need to yell. I'm afraid we've put this poor young lady out tremendously. We've interrupted her wedding ceremony and now we've ruined her gown…”
“Y-You’re Majesty!” You thought you had explained this earlier.
She holds up a hand.
“It is very kind of you Y/N to actually feel that we've not ruined a special occasion. Not only that but help us to the point you've worked yourself down to a sure to be tattered gown and no shoes… now you are freezing cold.” You aren't sure but you swear she turns her head at the right angle to keep sans from seeing her wink at you.
Glancing back over to the skeleton still staring at you… you are shocked to see him giving you a once over and looking concerned.
“SHALL I CHECK OUR PROVISIONS TO FIND HER SOME SUITABLE CLOTHES?” Toriel nods and he dismisses himself and quickly sees to his task.
“Toriel, those provisions are for your people. It's my fault for not going home for the last call.” You were sure the majority of your guests had left before the armed forces barred entry and exiting until tomorrow morning.
They did that to keep the media and curious onlookers at bay. Steven was with Asgore and Chara going over with authorities about Chara's parents. They were bound to be notified of their missing child and would need escorts services to get into the makeshift compound.
A lot of things got setback earlier as the monsters took in the sunset and the night sky. No one could blame them for their wonder and let them have this moment.
“Nonsense, I won't have you freeze to death after all you've done for us.” Toriel offers you her genuine smile again.
The both of you manage to find something to sit on and you both share stories like you were old friends. You really enjoyed this but somewhere into the conversation, you were wondering where your groom had gone off to.
Before you knew it a stack of clothes with shoes appeared before your vision. Looking up you see a different skeleton. A big fur trimmed parka encompassing his tall slender form. A glistening gold fang and a cracked than ran up from it to his eye socket. Skinny jeans and untied converses he was actually quite the looker. Not as dashing as the other one… where'd that come from?
As if sensing your wonder on the whereabouts of the other skeleton.
“M'lord will be back with ya ladies shortly. He's making sure ya both get a plate of food. Told me sweets here was in need of some clothes and ta make it a priority.” He winks at you making you blush.
“Tell him that everyone else is to have a plate before me. I'm done being a selfish paranoid monarch. My people's needs before my own from now on.” Toriel takes her regal tone and the skeleton sighs.
“With all due respect yer majesty… we need ya in peak condition.” He was right. With federal officials arriving and the media… tomorrow would be hell on earth.
“Papyrus dear… I really want to make sure everyone is taken care of.” Toriel is about to refuse again when you hear a rough harrumph.
“MY QUEEN! MUST YOU ARGUE WHEN YOUR PEOPLE NEED YOU, TO BE WELL FED AND RESTED, FOR WHAT WILL TRANSPIRE TOMORROW?” Sans has returned with two bowls of stew. One he he offers the reluctant queen who begrudgingly takes it. The other he offers to you.
“I'd eat it while it's still warm. It'd be a waste if’n ya went and changed yer clothes now and come back to a cold meal.” Papyrus suggests to you as you take the bowl from a shaky sans.
“Thank you. I should really find Steven and see that we get a tent for the night.”
“I HAVE A TENT, NUMBER 678, SET UP ALREADY. IF YOU NEED TO BUNK WITH SOMEONE THAT IS…” Sans offers and you're not the only one taken aback by his sudden suggestion
“Again, thank you sans you've been a big help.” You didn't have the heart to insist not to. It's not like he was saying you should take the offer but only if you needed to.
Papyrus seems curious a moment.
“Who's Steven?” Papyrus questioned and before you could answer Toriel speaks for you.
“Her was to be husband until we ruined the ceremony. He's still with Chara and Asgore I do believe.” So she had seen… met? Him. That's probably how she heard about you.
Sans is oddly quiet through the discussion and seems to be trembling. His face is turned away from the group.
“Are you okay?” You ask him and he stiffens slightly as if being caught.
Sans turns his fiery gaze upon you… only… there seems to be little droplets of red gathering on the rims of his sockets.
“I’M FINE. JUST TIRED.” He seemed off put.
“Understood, a lot has happened.” You smile warmly at him making him transfixed as he to smiles just as fondly back at you. It gave you butterflies seeing his smile.
His hardened features becoming a soft and gentle being around you. You've heard the way he barked orders and you don't doubt that he'd be able to correct any situation physically if he had to.
A slight cough from Papyrus and you both snap out of your staring contest it seems. A bit flustered you stuff yourself with your meal.
You eat every bite and excuse yourself to change. Noticing earlier every time you looked at sans he appeared to be staring at you… then quickly looking away.
You would have found it creepy but something inside you found it cute. Especially the way his skull would flush having been caught.
Walking away you could feel his stare… it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would.
Changing in an empty tent you quickly proclaim yours. You leave your poor tattered gown and begin looking for your groom.
“Y/N!” You hear his voice call out. Turning you see him jogging straight for you with a happy grin.
“Sorry it took me so long. Asgore wants to adopt Chara and considering they are a missing child and all… I had to help explain things and might have to stay throughout the day tomorrow.” He gives you a hug.
“Sorry about our big day together but if it was going to be ruined, I couldn't think of a more exciting way!” Steven nuzzle you into giggles.
“I know right?” You give him a smooch only to hear…
“AHEM!” You both turn around to see sans standing there. He's red in the face and seems to be shaking… but not from embarrassment.
“I-I FOUND THESE AND I ASSUMED THEM TO BE YOURS AS YOU WERE SHOELESS EARLIER.” He holds out your dress shoes.
“Oh yes! Thank you Sans!” He seems to perk up at your gratitude and even smiles. Taking the heels from him you give him a heartfelt grin that makes his warmer.
“Sans? Oh! You're the captain of the royal guard! Your brother Papyrus told me about you!” Steven smiles in greeting.
Wait? Papyrus? Didn't he ask you about who Steven was earlier?
“A pleasure to meet you! I'm Steven.”Your endearing fiance holds out a hand to shake.
Only sans stiffens at the gesture and his eye lights narrow to pinpricks. His smile nowhere near as friendly as it was for you.
“HAVE YOU FOUND A TEMPORARY DWELLING? THEY SEEM TO BE RUNNING OUT OF TENTS.” He asks more towards you and completely rebuffs Steven.
“Ummm… yes I found us one. We will need blankets or a sleeping bag.” You report unsure if sans was meaning to be rude or somehow offended by the gesture.
“NO SLEEPING BAGS BUT I WILL FIND YOU, AT LEAST, A BLANKET.” He nods to you and hurries off.
“It's tent marked 435 if you can't find us!” You call after him and he raises his hand in confirmation as he makes a beeline out.
You and Steven had much to discuss. What went on for the rest of the evening as you both did your own things.
You find out from your man that Chara had run away on purpose. Apparently came from an abusive home and that is why Asgore is adamant about adopting. Steven wants to be there for the reuniting to go over interviews. Being apart of social services himself meant he would see to Chara’s safety.
You tell him you didn't mind and would stay and help the queen. Help give a positive image when the media tries to do interviews.
Both of you still hadn't set a game plan for your own ceremony. This monster thing was something beyond you both and definitely needed to be done. You could have another glorious chance in the sun to say your vows to your loving fiance.
When you both finally got settled with a new change of clothes for him… dawn was approaching. Opening your tent you find a solitary blanket, pillow, and cot.
Guess when sans said he'd get you a blanket it was just you.
“I don't know what I did to make him despise me.” Steven grumbles.
“Maybe it's an insult to shake a monsters hand?” You try to make sense of it.
“I shook hands with Asgore and his brother just fine.” He pouts. Steven was always such a sweetheart. It was one of the reasons you loved him.
It always bothered him if he did something to upset someone. He always wants to fix things. The whole make bridges and not burn them philosophy.
“He did seem a bit abrasive when I first met him. Maybe it's because your new.” You hope or maybe he's not really friendly to guys in particular.
One thing was for sure… he seemed to go out of his way for you.
Steven grins at you.
“Guess he doesn't realize how much we share in our relationship.” He waggles his brows at you… looks like you were going to be sharing a cot.
You do a once over realizing something is missing. Your gown was no longer in the tent.
“Man, sans must've trashed my gown. I mean yeah it was probably unsalvageable… kinda wanted to keep it.” Now it was your turn to pout.
“You did looking stunning but no matter the dress you are always going to leave me breathless.” He coos as you both try to situate yourselves into the cot.
You giggle an I love you and he says it back earnestly. Not long and you both are knocked out from the excitement of the day.
Your dreams were haunted with love, laughter, and crimson eye lights.
You are both awoken to the cot being kicked over. A tangle of flailing limbs trying to right yourselves.
When you look up you see, Chara, Sans, and a tough looking yellow dinosaur?
“ALPHYS, THAT WAS RUDE.” Sans states leaving not just you and Steven bewildered but the other two as well.
Alphys shook her head as she seemed to be wearing a muzzle.
“But, Uncle Sans y…” Chara started but Sans interrupted.
“CHARA, THE ADULTS ARE SPEAKING.” Well that was rude and you get the distinct impression it was all Sans doing.
“Who goes and kicks over a cot!? You could've hurt us!” Steven was not happy with the obvious culprit.
He seems to take in this information as his sockets widen marginally.
“ARE YOU HURT?” From the way his head angles from the question you gather it is directed more to you.
“No, but it certainly didn't do me any favors.” Pride mostly, from being humiliated in front of others.
Steven is the first to right himself and then something odd happens.
Both Steven and Sans extend a hand to help you up. They then lock eyes with one another and it becomes a massive stare down.
Everyone can feel the static energy in the tent. Then you feel yourself hoisted up and placed on your feet.
Alphys, seemingly eager to end the standoff, helped you. Broken from their trance they both back off and fidget.
“So what's up? Are we late for anything?” Not knowing how long you slept and your phone was currently at yours and Stevens apartment.
“THEY'VE DECIDED TO PUSH BACK THE MEDIA UNTIL WE'VE COME TO AN AGREEMENT WITH YOUR GOVERNMENT. IT'S JUST A LITTLE PAST NOON AND WE WERE WONDERING IF YOU MIGHT WANT TO EAT.” Sans gives you a run down. He doesn't beat around the bush which you're thankful for.
It was a relief to hear the monsters wouldn't have to deal with reporters so soon.
“Dad also wants to have a game plan… my parents will be here this evening.” Chara tugs on Stevens shirt.
“I thought it'd only take them four hours to get here… and they aren't coming till later?” Steven asks with obvious red flags being brought to attention.
What parent isn't immediately on the road to go get their missing child? The terror from the not knowing and not a shred of peace until they are with them again.
Did they not care? Only coming to get Chara because it's expected of them?
Chara only nods and Steven places a gentle hand on their head. Looking to you in your shared concern.
“Well, let's go get something to eat Chara. I'll be happy to speak more with you and Asgore about this.” Steven pats their head giving them his sweet grin.
Steven looks to you and holds his hand out as Chara takes off eagerly.
“HER MAJESTY WAS WONDERING IF YOU MIGHT JOIN HER.” Sans quickly pipes up before you can join hands.
“Oh yes, I bet she's wondering about what to expect with the reporters. I guess it's okay if we meet up later... okay hun?” You ask your man who nods but before he can say anything.... Sans grabs you by the hand.
“GLAD YOU AGREE. COME ALONG, THIS WAY.” He then proceeds to lead a befuddled you out the tent. Leaving behind a just as confused and irritated Steven and a blushing Alphys.
He commences to drag you past Chara, who seems just stunned to see you both like this.
“Sans!” He stops suddenly outside a ways and turns to look at you. He is slightly flushed and catching sight of his hand locked with yours quickly let's go.
It was when he did let go you felt a painful wish that he hadn't. That was odd...
Yet you had to tell him.
“That wasn't very nice to Steven or myself. I didn't even get to say goodbye or wish him luck.” You find yourself pouting but not nearly as upset as you felt you should be.
He flinched as if you had been really harsh on him but you didn't raise your voice. You had just been stern.
“I-I’M SORRY. I… FORGIVE ME… I WAS BEING BRASH.” There was a tightness enveloping your heart as he looked down. He seemed sad for some reason.
“Do you not like Steven?” You blurted but it only made sense.
He gives you an almost pained expression.
“YES… AND NO… I DO NOT CARE FOR HIM.” Sans won't look you you in the eyes.
“Did he do something to you?” You wanted to solve this so this wouldn't be a constant issue.
“I… DOES HE MAKE YOU HAPPY?” His gaze locks with yours and you feel the same intensity from when you first seen each other.
“Yes. I never would have said yes to him if I didn't believe he was the one for me… but I don't see why that's relevant to the question I asked you.” You watch as he seems to fall into inner turmoil from your statement.
“I SEE…” He doesn't look like he's finished but he twirls around and stalks off faster than you can blink.
He had seemed so hurt but you couldn't fathom why. Only that it made your heart ache.
You try to follow after him but get swept up in the masses. Guess you were going to have to find Toriel on your own.
It took some asking around until you bumped into the taller skeleton.
“Heya Darlin’ took ya long enough… where's sans?” He looks a little confused that his brother isn't with you.
“I don't know… he stormed off and I don't know why.” Somehow you felt meek under his harsh stare.
He just sighs after a moment.
“You okay?” It almost shocks you that he asks.
“Just really confused. I don't get why he doesn't like Steven…” In all honesty Sans didn't even give him a chance.
There seems to be a moment where the gears seem to be turning for Papyrus. Then something clicks…
“Toriel is inside this tent with some lunch fer ya. Why don’t cha go in an get situated and I'll join ya in a minute?” He opens the tent flap for you to enter.
It was a large tent that had separate chambers the first having a table with Toriel sitting at its head.
Sure enough a few nice big plates of food were sitting at the table waiting.
As you looked back, Papyrus was gone. Shrugging you enter causing her to perk up from her plate.
“Good afternoon my child! I hope you got some sleep in…. are you alone?” Her radiant smile falters and her ears seemed to be listening for others.
“I'm afraid so.” You say taking a seat beside her.
“Well… anyways go right on ahead and dig in! We have much to discuss.” You can't help but comply as your tummy rumbles.
“Y/N my dear… I've come to a very sudden conclusion and, feel free to say no, I believe you to be a prime candidate.” She seems to stammer on a bit.
“Go on.” Your attention is already captured. Who else is having lunch with royalty?
“Chara would've been my first choice but they are just a child. Seeing as Asgore is going to have difficulty in even trying to get custody, of a more than willing child, let's me know how children's voices are viewed in your culture… So I'd like to ask you if you'd be our ambassador?” Though her eyes are filmy you can almost see the hope in them.
You? Ambassador? Would you even qualify?
“It would be a lot to ask you but we all are willing to pay. We will even give you the necessary means to access your human lawyers for assistance until you yourself can undergo any schooling or training. All of it paid for.” You would've thought you'd looked odd… a gaping, bug eyed fish.... almost thankful she was blind to not see your expression.
“I know it's a lot to take in and please do take some time to mull it over. I've already done exchange rate information with someone this morning so money is not issue. In fact we are getting dual citizenship and the surrounding counties are going to be turned into a monster reservation. We will be our own people but have a voice in your own government. Isn't this exciting?” Toriel beamed and you couldn't help but be stunned. She is far more influential than you thought having straightened out things so far within 24 hours.
“That is why we will need an ambassador. Someone human that humans will be more open with but also has a good soul to have our best interests.” Regal was an understatement. This amazing creature was the definition of authority.
“You think too highly of me. I mean we only just met yesterday Toriel. Isn't that a little too quick to be placing the fate of your people on someone?” You were interested but at the same time worried. She was being way too trusting for only having just met you. These were also very big shoes to fill.
She chuckles.
“It does seem a little fast doesn't it? Don't worry I have a good judge of character on my side and he says if there is anyone I can trust… it's you.” That's odd but monsters are magical… you've seen it with your own two eyes.