#once upon a witchlight fanfic

[opheliajupiter99]

Behold! My magnum opus! I've finally finished my long af (at least by my standards) FNAF-Like OUAW AU! I plan to continue the story (as long as people like it anyways, dear God I hope people like it) but I needed a serious pause, this took so much effort but God it was worth it.

#once upon a witchlight fanfic #once upon a witchlight au #mascot horror #fnaf like #grimdark #hootsie grimgrin #ouaw dunkin #ouaw mishka

[zuccinniii]

I smile EVILY as I write unnecessary human AU OUAW Torbek angst 😈

(Wip :3)

Torbeck slid down, and into the tub, the cool tile of it pressing against him.

It very obviously wasn't meant for someone of his stature. But, he sat down anyways– limbs uncomfortably pressed against one another to fit properly.

He was silent, looking around the tub curiously. Torbek hadn't done this before, the whole bath thing. He doesn't really ever remember doing any of the “hygenic necessities” Frost rambled to him about, his face grimacing at Torbek’s stench.

Torbek had only recently started brushing his teeth, and flossing. That took a lot out of him, having to remember to get all of his pointed and chipped teeth. And for some reason his tongue? They tried to get him to use this weird u-shaped blade to scrape it– but he quickly shot that down.

He was brought back to the present by the cool air of the ventilation system, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He swallowed nervously, hoping the others had just left by now.

Kremy couldn't just keep spraying mass amounts of perfume and cologne to cover his putrid smell anymore. It really only ended up mixing the two, making it even more awful to breathe around him than normal. So, they had told Torbek to take a bath.

Or, more so, forced him.

“Torbek? You good in there, bud? We haven' even ‘eard the water start yet.`` A voice barked at him from behind the wooden door. It was Gricko, his accent easily detected through his speech.

”We know you don't like baths- but you reek!” A squeaky voice also called out, that one was Twig. It is fairly easy to recognize the pitchy voice.

Torbek whined, he wanted to. He wanted to make the smell go away– his friends finally being able to withstand being near him.

But he didn't know how, he didn't know what these strange bottles were. He didn't know which one to use to make his hair as soft as Grikos, or to make him smell like the peppermint Twig wafted in the air whenever she walked past him.

“..Torbek, you do know how to bathe yourself, right?”

His silence spoke volumes.

With a sigh, someone walked in. Torbeks head shot up.

It was Frost.

“Hello, Torbek.“ The man spoke monotonously, walking up to him. His nose scrunched, but he continued to walk forward. He crouched down next to the tub, eyes analyzing him.

It felt like he was being judged, like any moment Frost would sneer at him– and call him disgusting, and a fucking idiot–

He felt his face heat up, tears beginning to build because God, he didn't know how to do a basic task everyone did, because he's a screw up–

“Only good for a lab rat…” A voice purred in his ear before he felt a pinch, and he heard the growling voice in his head– screeching to hurt, and destory–

“-Torbek?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, and he felt the delicate hands of Frost's pulling at his wrists– and,

oh.

He had begun to tug at his hair.

Frost gently guided his hand back to his side.

“Did you hear what I said?” He spoke calmly, eyes softening.

“Nooo” Torbek confessed, gaze moving down to his knees, “Torbek wasn't liiisstenning, he's soorryy..” He whined, desperately blinking back tears.

“It's alright Torbek, it's okay, just breathe.” Frost hushed– almost motherly towards him. His voice wasn't monotone, like usual, and held an emotion he hadn't heard from anyone during his entire lifetime.

Empathy.

And so, Torbek listened. He breathed in and out, feeling his breathing return to its normal ragid-nes.

That's as far as I got B4 I gave up, might finish– but i mainly wanted critiques since i haven't rlly written fanfics b4

#once upon a witchlight #torbek #legends of avantris #angst #fanfic #gricko grimgrin #morning frost

[cthulhusstepmom]

Four Times Hootsie Ran Away to Join the Circus

There’s a certain hustle and bustle that comes with being the most important person at the Carnivalé, or so Hootsie has come to learn while observing her father. There’s always one thing or another that pops up and rears its unpleasant head. Whether it be the other people that work for him or the many beasts that he cares for. Today that was talk of an Oliphaunt, a word that made her Dad incredibly excited so it had to be a good thing. Unfortunately it seemed to be one of those good things that meant a lot of work, which translated to a lot of time spent playing with her fly-pad while her father directed the hands about. Though there seemed to be a problem with Uncle Kremy, the details of which are lost on Hootsie, but some form of one sided argument wherein her dad is too busy bouncing with excitement to listen to words like “wrong account” and “fucking sales tax Gricko”(oops a bit late on the ear muffs there). 

So at the very least it was a good day, which is never a bad thing, bad days aren’t fun; but, something Hootsie has learned in the wisdom of her(from her point of view) impressive age, is that good days can be just as un-fun as bad days if there was nothing to do. So in the spirit of making a good-but-un-fun day into a good-and-very-fun-day Hootsie took the liberty to slip under the loose flap of the beast tent and out into the grassy area where all of the horses grazed. Taking no mind of the panicked whickers and snorts of the fickle ponies, she sets her beak to the breeze and treads up the worn path out to the stand of trees currently obscuring the staff wagons from view. 

The air of the Carnivalé carries with it a bombardment of different smells. It’s always overwhelming whenever they set up at a new location, adjusting from the relatively constant scent of the carnies and the wagons, their beasts of burden and their cargo, but they’ve been here a few days and already her brain has worked to filter the new sensory input to make it more manageable; such that it’s a simple task to zero in on the deep aroma of parchment and canvas and something distinctly feline. An even simpler one to follow it. 

Uncle Frosty has shared space with her and her Dad for as long as she could remember. Whether it be tents or tavern rooms or most recently their nice wagon, where one is the other follows. They balance each other, Hootsie thinks. The stoic tiger and her effusive father, one always preventing the other from swinging too far into their respective extremes. Both kind hearted and wise beyond their years, each in his own way. Though she is just a little owlbear so really who is she to say. 

Regardless it is he who sits calmly in the center of the small space, legs crossed and eyes shut on a small mat he keeps with his many meticulously organized belongings. Hootsie tries hard not to make a sound and disrupt the serene atmosphere but she trips on a half carved block of wood and triggers a concentrated avalanche of clothes and band memorabilia from the interwoven clutter of her father’s side of the room. Thankfully it all finds its own way to the floor carefully and in a much neater fashion than it had previously been, due in large part she suspects to the mind magic she has come to associate with her Uncle. Her suspicions are confirmed when she feels a gentle not-quite-there pressure scratching behind her ear accompanied by the crisp scent of chilly mountain air. 

“I apologize I don’t have any rat snacks for you right now, but if you will wait until I am finished meditating perhaps we can go and find some.” 

Offering an affirmative Chirr in response, Hootise moves to a plush owlbear bed(definitely not just a big dog bed) set against the wall. Old and worn, with more patches than original fabric, the bed is nonetheless plump and slightly overstuffed as she circles three times before laying her head down on her paws. More often than not she just sleeps in bed with her Dad but he says it’s important for her to have her own space as she grows up(even if it does take up almost a quarter of the floorspace of their wagon).

Uncle Frosty had tried to explain the concept of his meditation to her before, something about emptying your mind and becoming at peace with the universe, but truth be told she had just nodded until he gave her a rat. Regardless, it's more peaceful than the chaos of the beast tent and her toys are here: an army of little wooden figurines her Dad had made her: detailed carvings of all of the characters from Sea Cucumber Robert Rectangle Trousers, an ever expanding cast of monsters each of which her father had named and taught her the significance of, and a wooden representation of her strange family(though to a little previously orphaned owlbear it’s not that strange at all), complete with a painstakingly accurate Hootsie made of aromatic pine. 

Later, one Gricko Grimgrin rushes about the Carnivalé in a state of utter panic. Searching for his wayward adorable-lovely-perfect daughter. In all of the excitement of being waylaid by Kremy and then almost trampled by an agitated Oliphaunt he’d somehow lost track of her and after searching the entirety of the beast tent, the big top, and the rigged games he’ll admit he’s started to lose his famed collected and indifferent demeanor. 

“Hootsie! Hootsie! Hootsie, where are you?” Not pausing for so much as an answer, the flustered goblin continues rushing through the rows of canvas and out towards the collection of brightly painted wagons. Bursting through a green and red painted door he shouts: “Frosty you gotta come quick! Hootsie is missing and I can’t find her anywhere!”

“Careful Gricko, you’re about to cross the picket line.” A cool voice cautions. 

Taking a moment to examine the scene in front of him, he sees a variety of wooden figures placed purposefully about the room. On Frosty’s side of the rug stands little wooden Kremy and Gideon and, is that Necky? As well as (he thinks) Mr. Lobster and the sea cucumber himself under a building made of stacked books. Outside, a line of figures hold tiny parchment-scrap signs, at their forefront being tiny birch Frost and Hootsie. Speaking of; his daughter herself sits, enraptured by the tableau, a paper beside her covered in colorful scribbles under a pristinely penned headline reading ‘Notes’. 

“We’re learning about ethical labor practices.”

“Uh-huh. You know the last time I brought that up I woke up in the back of the wagon on the way to a farm.”

#just wanted to write Hootsie bonding with all of her uncles #that's it that's the whole thing #(next chapter is Gideon) #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #gricko grimgrin #morning frost #hootsie grimgrin #fanfic #cthulhu's stepmom

[obsidiancreates]

Taishen's Guide On Being The Best Uncle You Can Be

(Somehow I hit exactly 1,400 words for this. I just wanted to say that because that is a damn satisfying wordcount.)

It takes just about a year after traveling with Gricko and Frost for Gideon to start being called "Uncle Gideon" whenever Gricko mentions him to Hootsie.

"He sure warmed up to us quick," Kremy had said one night, sitting by the campfire and keeping an eye on his roux. "Callin' us family already seems a little much, don't it, Gid?"

"Yeah, but he's a fuckin' weird little guy. Not really surprisin'."

"True."

Truth be told, Gideon doesn't mind it. He thinks Kremy doesn't mind the "Uncle Kremy" title either, because there's always just enough room in the budget to buy Hootsie a trinket, or snack, or new little hat. And sometimes Gideon decides not to go back for thirds of whatever Kremy cooks so Hootsie can have seconds, and sometimes Gideon doesn't even need to hold back because Kremy sets aside extra just for her.

The first time Gideon accepts it aloud, though, is when they're staying in a little inn, and Hootsie is dancing just for fun in the tavern area, and someone throws a tankard at her and calls for the "wild beast" to be thrown out.

The man finds himself thrown out, his throwing arm broken, and the shout of "That's my fuckin' niece, asshole!" haunting his drunken dreams.

"That was very violent, Gideon," Gricko says later as they're all prepping the single room they could get. Hootsie is curled up in the corner, a little rattled still, but Gricko already has his pack set out and is making up a little bed for both of them where she lays. Gricko's tone is scolding, but he mouths "Good job," when he knows Hootsie can't see it.

"People shouldn't be throwin' things at her," Gideon says with a shrug, fluffing up his thin-as-paper pillow as much as he can. "She's just a baby."

"Your little baby niece," Gricko says with a wide grin. "Isn't that right, Hootsie? You've got big strong Uncle Gideon to protect you!"

Hootsie looks up at Gideon with those giant round eyes and hoots. Maybe Gideon's starting to catch some of Gricko's strange brand of cookoo-bananas, but Gideon could swear she looks and sounds grateful.

"Yeah yeah, I'm Uncle Gideon, we all heard me say it." Gideon gets into the bigger bed in the room as Kremy and Frost play a game of cards to determine who gets the other one (card counting versus slight-of-hand cheating, mind-reading versus shadow magic, it's tough to know who'll win) and shuts his eyes. The sounds of shuffling cards, Gricko telling Hootsie a bedtime story, and the bed likely splintering beneath Gideon's own weight lull him to sleep.

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Gideon walks into a tea shop. He doesn't really drink tea, that's more Frost's thing, but he's here anyway.

He doesn't question it, as is the nature of dreams.

"Finally!" an excited voice rings out in the empty shop as Gideon finds himself sat down at a counter. The golden dragonborn on the other side grins brightly at him as he pushes a cup of fresh tea forward. "I've been waiting so long for you to finally realize you're an uncle!"

"Uh... what?" Gideon takes a sip of the tea. It's actually not bad. He didn't know tea could be spicy.

"That little owlbear has a lot of support, but that doesn't mean you can take being her uncle any less seriously." The dragonborn gestures at an ink painting hanging on the wall, of himself and a younger dragonborn girl. "Mei Li taught me just how important this role truly is, and I'm going to help you be the best possible uncle you can be."

"Hey man, listen. I appreciate the fuckin' thought and all, but, I don't know who the hell you are!"

"You won't remember once you wake up anyway," the dragonborn says, pouring himself a cup of tea and pulling a stool over to his side of the counter. "We've talked a few times, actually. But those were usually extremely upsetting times, and now we finally have something to celebrate!"

"Celebrate with tea?"

"I know you prefer alcohol, but if I can get Skrimm to enjoy tea I can get you to enjoy it as well."

"Well, I dunno why I'd need any advice on bein' an uncle, 'cause it seems pretty fuckin' easy t'me." Gideon knocks the rest of his tea back. The cup is full when he sets it down. "Give her treats, buy her stuff when she wants it, and punch guys who're fuckin' dicks to her."

"Those are all part of it," the dragonborn agrees, "But there's more to it than just spoiling her and protecting her. You have to nurture her as well!"

"I mean, Gricko's her dad, he's the one who's doin' all the raisin' and stuff."

"If you all lived in a town, that might work out just fine. But you're always on the move! You're the only four constants in this young girl's life, so you're all very influential on her as she grows!"

"Aw, man. I gotta be a good fuckin' influence now? I just got outta havin' to watch my every fuckin' move all the time, man."

The dragonborn seems to deflate, suddenly growing weary and ancient. "I'm... very aware. But I promise it's nothing like that. I just mean that Hootsie is an impressionable little girl right now, and it's a good idea to teach her important, valuable lessons."

"... Like... if somebody's bein' a fuckin' dick, she can bite their fingers off?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd encourage it to be that extreme, but self-defense is a good lesson, yes! And self-respect, it's much easier to defend yourself when you respect yourself and your value."

"Okay... I think I get it. And uh... knowin' when somebody's talkin' a load of bullshit."

"Exactly! Not to insult anyone but, you and I both know that Gricko can be... quite gullible. I mean, I understand him, I was very much the same way for most of my life, and can still be now. Oh, I remember Skrimm told me that a certain gesture was a universal greeting-"

"Which one? This one?" Gideon flips him off.

"That's the one! He always managed to find me when no-one else was around and pull pranks on me like that." The dragonborn laughs a little, fond. "Oh-ho, when it was a matter of life or death I was truly distressed, but now it's easy to look back and laugh."

"Alright, so, make sure she knows she can bite people, make sure she knows when she's bein' tricked, and I guess... make sure she knows how to get outta tough situations!"

"That's another great idea!"

"Man, I knew this whole uncle thing'd be easy." Gideon knocks the tea back again and looks around the shop. There's lots of ink paintings like the one he saw before, with these two dragonborn enjoying life. One catches his eye, of the man who sits across from him letting the young girl ride around on his shoulders.

"That'll be easy too," Gideon says, gesturing at the painting with cup in hand and sloshing spicy tea all over the floor- or would, if it ever hit the floor, but the tea just ceases to exist before it makes an impact. "Fuckin' piggyback rides and life lessons, easy as hell."

"And best of all, rewarding. It's an incredible joy to care for a child, as much as it is a serious responsibility." The dragonborn looks around. "And if you see Yorgrim when you leave here, let him know about the piggyback rides you plan to give. I think he'll appreciate a little warning."

"Who?"

"You're right, I'll tell him. I think you're waking up now anyway."

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Gideon picks Hootsie up and plops her onto his shoulders as the group exits the inn and gets going. Hootsie gives a startled hoot at first, and then looks down. Her face lights up, eyes ghetting as big as possible, and she gives another, more excited hoot as he leans over to watch everything from her new height!

Taishen sighs happily as he watches, and looks up at Yorgrim. "Does that help soothe some of your old wounds?"

Yorgrim huffs a little. "It's... bittersweet."

Taishen reaches up and pats Yorgrim's arm. "I understand. ... Tea?"

Yorgrim is quiet for a moment before sighing and holding his hand out. "Thank you."

"Of course, my friend."

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #icebound #gideon coal #taishen fireblossom #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[revolver115]

I may or may not be planning a chapter in my y2k FH fic that references Once Upon a Witchlight.

There also may or may not be a Gilear and Torbek interaction. The two loser boys interacting.

#fanfic #d20 fantasy high #fantasy high au #fantasy high #gilear faeth #gilear fantasy high #torbek #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris

[businesscasualart]

Sometimes I think I’d like to see That Little Guy™️ put in some angsty scenario but I remember that one time I was watching Legends of Avantris vods and Kremy loved unicorns and was about to go up to the unicorn carousel and he talking about “Do you think they let you ride it more than once?” “Oh which unicorn do I choose?”. And then I stopped watching the vod right then, right there and didn’t look at the series for a month bc I didn’t know if I could take it if he didn’t get Everything he wanted. I continued the series after a month and cried until he got up there and got to ride the unicorns and was happy.

As someone who likes to appear cool and tough, you can understand my distress-

#legends of avantris #kremy lecroux #once upon a witchlight #Angst #fanfic reader problems #ill think about the most messed up scenario for a blorbo in my head for a months but READING IT????? #Lorelei’s yelling into the void again #This is why I need to catch the actual LOA streams; so they drag me along

[journal-number-3]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Legends of Avantris (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Gideon Coal, Kremy Lecroux, Morning Frost (Legends Of Avantris), Gricko Grimgrin Additional Tags: Hallucinations, Mind Manipulation, Past Abuse, nothing too graphic but it gideons backstory is mentioned, Fae Magic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, no beta we die like those hags will Summary:

Did who take us? Frost sounded baffled.

The hobgoblins!

There was a long pause before he got a response.

Gideon what do you think is happening right now?

 or, in which fey magic is a bitch and Gideon really hates hobgoblins

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #my writing #fanfic

[teddie-laundrybear]

Evening Frost (Fan character story wip) ---------------------------------------------

“Such untamed power in such a small creature..? And his coat..?” “His mind is weak, but he has his brother's blood… Even though his appearance.. Questions that…” “How unruly… What should we do with him then? We can’t have something so viciously untrained running around,.” The comments were directed at a young tabaxi cub, who looked to only just be entering his teen years. He had a coat that was white and black. He had finished his teachings for the day and was simply waiting for his Seniors to be finished speaking so he could return home. “What a strange child..” Evening wasn’t paying attention to his two seniors speaking. He was crouched down in the snow, his paws were pushed into the soft ice under him, searching for something. His sharp, cornflower eyes stayed focused on that spot… His paws pulled up, clasped together. He opened them, holding a small acorn. “He’s harmless in this state, for now at least, he’s too young.” “Have you spoken to his mother? The Frost family has quite a name, every child has had as much success as the last… if this child truly is as powerful as his blood suggests, she won’t have any problems with him. But.. I suspect he’s a runt. Youngest child, weakest mind, frailest form.” “She says he’s a kind child, though odd, polite like Morning but rather absent minded, and that his eyesight isn't very impressive…” “Did you speak to the Master? He trained the other Frost children. What of this one?” “He says he doesn’t wish to be near him, something about a white pelt being… cursed or.. Unlucky..” “Cursed..? I suppose another legend.."

"Indeed.. He said there were stories.. old stories of our people. He said that at one time, all Mountain dwellers had coats of black. However, one day, Sol took favor in us, and granted the wise of mind a heart of sun, a burning fuel in our core, and it turned our fur into streaks of sunlight…. But some, those who were not wise, didn't receive the gift and became jealous, the cold they felt froze their hearts, giving their fur streaks of ice instead.. and in their better freezing state, they unleashed a cold hell. It lasted three days, before they fled, outnumbered, into the wilderness, becoming nothing more than wild mindless monsters…."

"You always Indulge his stories.."

"He makes it hard not too.."

"I suppose so.. You know, I heard a similar story when I was young.. do you really think a child with that little in his mind could even be a threat?" Evenings tail was swaying side to side as he drew little pictures in the snow with his claw. Small runes he had seen scattered on the architecture around his home. He drew flowers, he hardly ever saw them, but every now and then one would show itself through the thick snow that covered his people's mountains, and they were beautiful… He doodled a little picture of his big brother and hummed, placing the acorn he found on the drawing's head, he smiled to himself.

“I’m really not sure, we aren't big on folktales… but this would be more of tradition… Whatever it is, he can’t stay here. He’s disrupting the order, distracting the citizens, and the Master.”

“So how would you suggest going about it then? The child loves his home and his mother, it will be hard to pry him away.”

“We can do it in secret, when the sun sets. He may be resistant, but no one will be awake to bring attention to it.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

Evening glanced up from where he was crouched down, and looked over at the two adults. Not a word of their conversation had managed to break past the barrier of empty thought in the cubs mind, but now that the background noise was gone, he found himself looking around confused, worried for a moment that he had been left alone, but no, both his seniors were right there still there, watching him intently… The cub stood up and brushed the specks of snow off his robes and hurried over to them.

“Is it time to leave?” The young boy asked while looking up at them both in admiration, he admired anyone older than him… The two older Tabaxi looked down at him and said nothing for a moment, before the oldest spoke, the one who had asked all the questions beforehand..

“Yes. You need to get home before sunset, And the two of us need to speak with your mother.”

“Did.. Did I do something wrong..?” The boy asked nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his robe

“... Of course not. We just need to update her on your teachings…”

Evenings ear flicked as he picked up a hint of dishonesty behind the older one's words, but brushed it off and looked down at the snow, his tail swayed anxiously.. “Okay..” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you guys want any more let me know!!! I love writing!! (I'll probably do more anyways lol)

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #morning frost #fanfic #character backstory #character background #fan character #oc #Evening Frost :> #My baby

[overlyobsessedgaygal]

Summary: Hobgoblins come to capture a member of Carnival Lecroux in exchange of the other's safety. Torbek realizes that Kremy would never give any of his friends up so the only logical solution is to sacrifice himself.

Author: KaytiKitty (Me!)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Legends of Avantris (Web Series) Once Upon A Witchlight

Relationships: Gideon Coal & Gricko Grimgrin & Kremy Lecroux & Morning Frost & TorbekGideon Coal & Gricko Grimgrin & Hootsie Grimgrin & Kremy Lecroux & Morning Frost & Torbek & Twig

Characters: Torbek (Legends of Avantris)Gideon CoalKremy LecrouxGricko GrimgrinHootsie GrimgrinTwig (Legends of Avantris)Original Hobgoblin Character(s) (Dungeons & Dragons)

Additional Tags: Torbek needs a hug, Torbek gets a hug, Angst, Fluff, hurt comfort, Angst and Fluff, hobgoblins are jerks

Language: English

Published: 2024-02-26

Words: 2,095

Chapters: 1/1

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #ao3 fanfic

[venelona]

‘Songfell’ appreciation post

Hello hello! I do a lot of art for this fanfic called ‘Songfell’, which is one of my favourite fanfics I’ve ever read. Today it’s author’s birthday!! Happy birthday @ikustioa!! Like I did with ‘The World, Upside Down’, today I just wanna list all of the things (well, all the things I can put in the worlds beyond plain AAAAAA. And a lot of AAAAAAA in general, because I want to properly fangirl over every moment) I love about this fanfic chapter-by-chapter all the way to chapter 21, which is by now the last one.

You haven’t read it? Then give it a try! It’s amazing! This most is 80% me quoting amazing and witty writing, it’s a sin not to give it a shot. You can also watch dramatic reading videos narrated by amazing people and full of wonderful illustrations here (you can try watching the trailer first!), and check out @songfell-ut​. And I want to say big thanks to @dale-the-human​ , without you we’d never had these amazing videos and I’d never befriend you, Ikky, Sharky and more wonderful people involved in this fun project.

❗❕SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC UP TO CHAPTER 21!❕❗

❗❕INCLUDES A LOT OF INNUENDOS AND MATURE THEMES MENTIONED❕❗

and now, without further adue:

All the things I love about ‘Songfell’ (this post around 16k words long!!)

(quotes from the fanfic are put into ‘this’)

Chapter 1

- Its based on a comic and gives me hope that one day someone writes an amazing story based on some piece of my work (some people wrote stuff, and i adore it all, reread it too much and yearn for more)

- Since its based on a comic, let's once again appreciate @lostmypotatoes​ for creating it. I was so hyped when it first dropped, and i still love it to this day even without attachment of songfell

- despite only being 21 chapter for now, it’s HUGE. Like a big big pizza, made from 200k words. That’s amazing, and you, Ikky, should be super duper proud of yourself.

- lights coming from witchlights. What is it? I do not know. But this is world of magic, and its cool.

- Frisk is badass

- The fact how BIG Sans is in this story. It’s hella fun! A bit problematic when it comes to art, but very fun and different!

- Sans contemplating all the various ways he would like to kill humans today

And then just like that it goes to

- 'Sans was not quite so confident now. In fact, his first impulse was to run away screaming.'

- 'Once upon a time, he'd tormented his brother with stories about a bad little skeleton who went out alone after dark, or talked to strangers, or didn't do his big brother's chores for him...'

- '...and just touching them [barriers] would kill you.' or give your hand a funny face, you never know

- 'He might still be afraid, but every fiber of his being wanted that woman dead on the floor. ' just remove word 'dead' and that sentence would describe next 20 chapters pretty good

- Sans thinking she is boned only to take peek at her soul and realize that he is the one who is boned

- 'A merry little chorus of Shiiiiit shit shit shit rang in his head...'

- The way Sans tricks Frisk into the Barrier and distracts her. He's one cunning cookie

- Sans still loving Kris despite all the shit humans had done in his life

- Frisk patting gaster blaster

- 'His first reaction was horrified indignation; he might be about to vaporize her, but for crap's sake, he wasn't being inappropriate.'

- I love that Frisk uses songs/hums as way to express her magic

- First thing Frisk says after being almost killed by a giant monster is telling guards not to kill that giant monster

- For some reason being High Priestess comes with the biggest human made bed in existence and i love it

- Sans being so suspicious of human he didn't eat anything despite starving for god knows how long

- ' "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs" '

- the science of germs reached... wherever the time period they are in

- 'She was almost panting now, gripping the fork like a trident. Sans was staring at her like she'd grown another head.'

- 'On impulse, the priestess knelt, looking up at him and hoping the effect wasn't spoiled by the dirty fork.'

- The fact that Frisk is ballsy enough to ask not just some monster, but a giant killing machine boss monster to be her apprentice

- Frisk may look and act calm and collected but she still has to overpower her fear and by extension her instinct to protect herself 

- 'She was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand him a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.'

- Sans being picky about forks only to down his food without one instead

- The fact that Frisk can take off her veil without disturbing her hairdress. I imagine it like people pulling cloth off the table without disturbing stuff on it. Description confirms it 👌

- 'And as High Priestess, if she wanted to use her sacred veil to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating her and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop her?' Yes, I will quote all those juxtaposition moments, because it completely aligness with my sense of humour and one of the reason I love Ikky's writing. Prepare to see sooo many quotes because I can’t help it I adore them all

- The moment Frisk pulls off her veil and turns to Sans, capturing his heartu. Epic. I’m not surprised a few people drew it, but let me pride myself in drawing it first, and it being first songfell fanart. I may sound pathetic but I don't care! I was first! Bite me!

- Everything about Sans' reaction

- Frisk sticking food into Sans' mouth after she flustered him

- Sans showing his tongue and Frisk's reaction

- Sans just wanting to know Frisk's actual name

- Sans asking where's the bathroom

- Them exchanging puns. Always warms my heart

- '...but then she had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense...'

- Sans never understanding human men's fascination with ladies but being absolutely stunned by Frisk. Y E S. I'm living it

- 'Why did she have to like puns, too?' One of my most favorite lines in the whole fanfic. I think back to it sometimes.

- 'This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast.' SANS IS A MESS ALREADY I LOVE IT SO MUCH

- Sans thinking earlier how monsters come in all shapes in sizes and then getting distracted by her 'nice rack'

- 'He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

She smiled, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.' This. I adore this moment. Best end of a chapter there can be. I always feel so light inside when I read it, and it makes me extremely happy

Chapter 2

- Sans putting glow from his eyes out to be sneaky

- Frisk expertly tricking child into taking medicine and Sans acknowledging it

- Sans offering to kill someone for her and its only chapter 2

- ' "The first day, after being flagrantly mind-controlled into agreeing to stay..." '

- Out of all monsters to pick as apprentice Frisk not only picked a giant killing machine boss monster, but a skeleton who can't smell and has minimal sense of touch

- Sans being disappointed that she wears the veil most of the time

- 'She was obviously pleased that he cared enough to take notes, though not in a smug or irritating way; it just made her happy, and that made him...not unhappy.'

- I, too think that Sans taking notes is cute

- '...the nature of his blue magic, even if was getting more red than blue these days.'

- Image of giant Sans reading tiny books

- 'Sans put the book down and tapped his own face, and she got the hint, rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand.'

- ' "'Natural' father?" he queried. "What, do some humans have unnatural kids?" '

- ' Sans' eyes narrowed. "What is it with humans an' explodin' stuff by accident?" ' AH THE IRONY

- Imagining next High Priestess getting the room and seeing the bed and wondering what the heck happened to the bedpost

- 'It'd been easy to tell himself that he could always bust out of here if he needed to, or that the lady would let him send a message or even go have a quick visit before coming back here, but...' the way Sans just trying to reassure himself :<

- 'He didn't slam the doors shut behind her, but it was pretty close.'

- His whole outburst in general. He's sitting there, anxious about Kris, then his brother, and Frisk touches the nerve of how he came to be a boss monster. Damn.

- The box! What's in the box??

- ' "...you're putting a tiny bit of yourself into it. You have to make sure that it's a good bit."

"Pretty sure all my bits are bad by now," Sans remarked.'

- HE WANTS TO COME BACK AFTER HE WARNS HIS BROTHER

- 'Wait. Come back? What the hell was he thinking? Why would he choose to be locked up by any human? No matter how pretty, and gutsy, and sweet and melodic and...

Crap.' y e s

- He already thinking about bringing her with him. Like a pet. s a n s

- Gaster named himself Serif. Discreet, G, discreet

- ' "I am very pleased to see you again, Sans the skeleton." ' a g a i n 

- I'm not big Gaster fan, but I do like Gaster as a character in Songfell. He gives a lot of answers but still leaves so many questions... and you still quite not sure which side he is on and his motives, which is intriguing. And after rereading this whole thing, I love Gaster.

- I love every time we see the babble of Frisk's teachings to Sans.

- The tidbit about Frisk paying extra to make sure her food aint tampered with

- Sans asking about the shirt and Frisk's matter-of-fact answer

- "He acknowledged her smartassery with a respectful nod."

- ' "Hm." He scratched the side of his head. "What am I payin' you for my food?"

Frisk laughed, shaking out the other leg. "The pleasure of your company."  ' this just makes me smile :)

- Sans eating his food without her probing it because of money reasons

- Sans waiting for Frisk to bite on food before making a pun

- '  "Dunno why I keep wantin' to go t'bed, all I've done is read 'n catnap," ' me, every day

- Sans awkwardly apologizing for trying to kill her and saying he won't do it again- my heart <3

- bookmark dispute. Absolutely adorable

- '...she argued, trying to take it back. He held it over his head, roughly a mile out of reach.'

- Sans wanting to be honest with how much money he is earning

- ' He'd had a lot of second thoughts last night about bashing his way out of here, due in small part to the new outfit and the possibility of bringing food to the Underground, but mostly because she was working her brain-magic on him again, being attractive and kind and easy to talk to like the terrible, sadistic person she was...not.'

- Papyrus

- Undyne being there for Papyrus, and their friendship in this whole fanfic. So good.

- 'He wasn't worried about giving himself away: as an accomplished bullshitter, he knew he was behaving perfectly normally. '

- 'and after the usual stab of curiosity as to what she looked like outside of clothes' one word - usual

- ' "... I'm trusting you to behave." Was he imagining a weird little inflection there? No, she looked totally wonderful.' FORESHADOWING

- 'No, she looked totally wonderful. ...Normal. She looked totally normal.'

- Sans being sad he'd never see her again

Chapter 3

- Sans maybe wants to escape but also no need to destroy more than necessary and cause more trouble. Even if what's necessary is a giant hole

- Sans pitying Frisk that her apprentice escaping. Yeah Sans, too bad

- 'Maybe he'd get a music box or something in her honor.' I can't-

- Sans reflecting on how Frisk treated him like a friend and it being a reason to leave immediately

- 'Shit fuck shit shit shiiiiiiit fuckity fuck SHIT rang in his head as the satchel hit the floor.'

- Them whispering each other's names

- the scene of her punching him. SO powerful. Her wordlessly motioning down and him - a giant skeleton monster - kneeling and her just punching him with her dainty hand with all her strength and in even voice telling him how they gonna pretend his escape attempt didn't happen - just. Muah.

- Frisk being in such RAGE when she explains to him how she got back, and the BETRAYAL that still seeps into her words because she feels she wasn't good enough for him to stay and something is wrong with her. Just. AH

- ' "... I caught my lying, backstabbing apprentice trying to break his word because he was apparently too bored with me to waste time learning crucial information for the survival of his entire race! The end!" ' D: ITS NOT YOU FRISKY ITS NOT YOU-

- ' "Do you have any idea how angry I am that he was right, and I was right to listen?" ' SHE JUST WANTED TO BELIEVE IN HIM

- Frisk throwing brooch on the ground like a boss

- Sans quickly getting Frisk to the bathroom. And calling her m'lady

- Sans worrying if its gonna be too cold/drafty for Frisk now

- Frisk being too done with this shit that she accepts that Sans gonna leave, and her being offended when he doesn't

- Sans trying to steady her and her avoiding it

- Sans being insulted she gave up on stopping him just like that

- 'The boss monster wracked his brain for a witty yet conciliatory opener, but what came out was "You're not boring." ' One of my most favorite moments.

- let me be proud that i got to draw it for the video and that it is a preview for said video

- Sans being scared of exposing his feelings but feeling like he owns that to her aaaa-

- 'Sans dimly recalled that humans didn't feel as much pain when they were scared or excited, and that it could catch up to them pretty fast. It also occurred to him that it was a bad idea for a small human to hit a thick-headed skeleton with her bare hand.'

- Frisk angrily shutting him up when he inquires about her healing skills

- Sans asking Frisk to let him see her hand and her giving him a vial at first. I just like this moment

- '...it helped to think about how badly he wanted it to work, not only to help her, but to prove that he was capable of fixing things as well as destroying them.' hhhhhh saaaaaans :<

- 'Frisk smiled at him for a moment, and he couldn't not smile back.' d o r k

- Frisk being excited to meet Papyrus, and feeling like he is an 'old friend'

- ' "One thing at a time, Sans. First, we're going to bed."

"We're what now?" '

- 'he couldn't even muster a semi-joke about her joining him in bed.'

- ' "I'm not going to eat you, no matter how short-sighted and dishonorable you've been."

"You're not gonna let that go, are ya?" he mumbled.

"You have no idea. We haven't even talked about repairing the wall yet." '

- If you think I am including too much quotes in this post sue me. I love how witty the writing is, I can't help it, it's just my cup of tea

- 'The skeleton brushed himself off, reasoning that the Underground could be a weird place, but it wasn't quite random-snow-bed weird. '

- ' "WHAT IS THIS, SANS? HAVE YOU BECOME TOO LAZY TO STAY SOLID?" he accused him from the ground.

"It's a dream, bro. This happens every damn time," ' AWWW PAPPYYYY precious skeleboi

- Sans calling Papyrus a racist

- just, all Papyrus' dialogue. Every word that leaves his magnificent and attractive mouth

- They made puppets that had sleepovers, that's freaking adorable

- 'Papyrus nodded, evidently impressed by her sincerity. "I AM IMPRESSED BY YOUR SINCERITY, HUMAN." '

- Frisk offering Sans to leave and him saying what the heck lady

- Sans immediately maneuvering Frisk out of danger

- Assassin mocking Frisk's name, and the fact how despicable he comes out to be in just short time we see him, even aside being yanno, a professional killer

- The 'what's that? oh nothin' segment. I love you, Sans

- Sans' theatrics in general. Love it.

- Sans' tone deafness before he realizes that maaaybe he should comfort just attacked woman

- Frisk, despite being a very powerful badass lady, being affected by the fact that she was almost murdered. She ain't invincible and she has emotions

- 'She bit her lip, a habit Sans had noticed and been distracted by several times already.'

- Sans fixing the wall with the power of boners

- No, really - him melting when she thanks him and leans into his hand and him getting this rush of magic he isn't quite sure how to deal with for a second- ahhhhh

- '  "Welp, I need a break from life." '

- 'He wasn't ready to admit to himself how badly the whole attack had scared him, much less to her.' HHHHHHHH

- Frisk's own theatrics about assassin falling outta the window and Sans being charmed by it

- 'The skeleton shrugged, holding his hands out. "Okay, that's enough. I think I love ya. Where do I sign up to kill people for you?" '

- he told her he loves her. in a joke-y way but we all know.

- 'The priestess laughed. "I bet you say that to every girl you try to escape from." '

- Sans pointing out Frisk's 'dirt' being an odd swear

- ' "Follow me."

And, of course, he did.' Ikky why are you so good at ending chapters, even before they all turned into cliffhangers

Chapter 4

- 'Nodnodnod'

- 'Frisk folded her hands and walked as briskly away as her tight gown would allow, clearing her throat to stop Sans from waving bye-bye in the guard's face.'

- ' "I dare you to try it in these shoes, too." Frisk picked up her skirt enough to reveal her high-heeled slippers.

"Hell, no. I'm not payin' for those in my size." '

- Sans staring a tad bit too long at her legs

- Frisk reflecting on Sans' actions. The seeds of affection have been planted

- The way Frisk denies the thoughts of him liking her

- The letter basket foreshadowing

- 'She made the mistake of glancing at Sans, who opened his own mouth and did an impression of the shocked humans that nearly broke her.'

- '..she learned quickly not to look at him during the readings, because he kept making faces and forcing her to bite the insides of her cheeks.' d o r k s. I love them so much

- The deliberate lie about how long Sans was staying

- Sans pulling out his vocabulary to stick it up to humans

- Sans expecting her to sing. Hhh <3

- ' Sans stepped up beside her, trying not to walk too fast. "Atta girl," he said amiably. "That shit is boring."

The priestess bit her cheek again. "That's no way to speak of a holy ritual," she scolded him.

"Well, I'd rather get a hol-y in my head than hafta do that every day."'

- Frisk pitying that 'she is wasting her acting only on one person'

- 'Sans was loudly silent'

- ' "Fancy," remarked Sans.

"Very kind of you, sir." ' THE FACT THAT THE DUDE ANSWERED- love it

- kings in these types of stories usually written the same way, so seeing a king that is somewhat friendly and not intimidated at all by the giant monster was quite a surprise for me

- ' The exalted lady has instructed me in the rudiments of phytological science, with the ultimate goal of sustainable agricultural improvements. I like the part where it bubbles." ' s a n s. I love sans.

- Sans, unprompted, asking the king and the cardinal to reduse Frisk's church time while she teaches him

- Frisk making a pun so Sans relaxes whilst in the barrier

- 'The Cardinal looked at Sans, who didn't know why he was being looked at.'

- 'Frisk and Sans were most of the way back to her room before the skeleton said, "What the crap."

"You were wonderful, Sans. Thank you so much." The priestess smiled at him, earning another scowl and mumble.' PFFFFT that contrast- amazing

- ' "...I pay too much attention to where Church funds are going, and he likes for his minions to be able to steal freely. He doesn't seem to know that Mathilda is just as scrupulous as I am, and better at math." '

- Sans' delayed reaction on Frisk's saying she gotta get hitched to quit being High Priestess, and then his actual reaction Frisk is very confused about

- The moments of uncomfortables between Sans and Frisk, and how change of topic leaves this heavy feeling in the air

- The lessons blabber. Yes, I said it before, but listening to Frisk tutor Sans and him being engaged is very entertaining to me

- Sans purposefully sighing loud enough to spook the guard into leaving Frisk alone

- ' "Did I mention yer job sucks?" '

- Sans being tickled off even at the mention of marriage

- 'Not very deep down, he felt as irritated as he had when she'd mentioned marriage on the way here, with some bonus aggravation at wasting his feelings on something that he didn't even care about because it was none of his business and he didn't care.'

- Sans saltily advising Frisk to marry guys she can ignore or get killed off. I absolutely love his bitterness

- ' "What are pals for?"

That got him a real smile, one of the ones that made him forget thinking. ' HHHHH makes me smile too :')

- ' "'Salutations, honored lady. I humbly request blah blah the honor of blah blah blah eternal gratitude blah your hand in marriage'?!" '

- Sans' rampage of opening every proposal letter to make sure they are all proposals

- Sans' dismissal of her blabber about how long she's been getting proposals. I really love this scene, Sans is so bitter and Frisk is oblivious to the true reason and i am LIVING IT

- ' Good fer you." Sans shifted around and thumped his elbow on the table, startling her silent. "Let's get back t'savin' the world." The skeleton flipped the nearest book to a random page. "Here, this looks crucial to the survival of my entire race. It's...what the hell's an 'oral contraceptive'?" '

- 'High Priestess offered to take him for a walk, but Sans had already had his fill of non-Frisk humans for the day...' i love that implication

- '[in bathroom] He actually fell asleep for a bit, until Frisk had to bang on the door and threaten to come in and drag him out. His indifference to the idea – pointing out that skeletons didn't have any private parts – only got him in further trouble.'

- ' "Want me t'check under your bed for monsters? Or assassins, or whatever?"

Frisk paused mid-rub. "Would you?" she mumbled, cheeks pink.

It was so cute that Sans had to cover himself with a big, emphatic gesture that carried him to his feet.' yes its so cute!! And again shows that Frisk has fears

- ' "Night, kiddo." He went back to his room, shut off the light, and lay down, bemused at himself for calling her that. "If she's a kid, you're a real sicko," he mumbled out loud... '

- '..he mumbled out loud, and fell asleep wondering again what a contraceptive was.' THAT TONE CHANGE SKSHSKJWS it always catches me off guard I can't-

- 'The High Priestess' rooms were luxurious enough to have adequate space for him, but as weirdly satisfying as it was to play with plants and cauldrons, and as much as he enjoyed the view across the table, he had to admit it was good to stretch his legbones.'

- ' "You almost gave me and this poor man a heart attack-" '

- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much

- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much out of nowhere and Frisk's reaction to it

- Sans' reaction to her reaction

- their following conversation about reproduction

- ' "Heyyy, din-din," he said brightly, rushing to open it and scaring the life out of the poor woman pushing the trolley.'

- ' "...when they parted for the night, he had to admit that it was kind of funny—each of them obviously wanted to ask the other more stuff, but wasn't going to be the one to bring it back up. Maybe tomorrow, he told himself, not believing a word of it.'

- Sans' dream

Chapter 5

- First chapter I had to wait for because when I initially read Songfell it was only 4 chapters in and it HOOKED me so hard you don't even know. Before I actually got to talk to Ikky and roughly know when chapters gonna come out I'd refresh the fanfic page sooo often in hopes of update on this fanfic specifically. Yeah you can say it didn't take long for it to become one of my most favorite fanfics

- 'What he could not handle was having a really wonderful dream like that, only to wake up wifeless, childless, and absolutely certain he'd remain that way for the rest of his unnatural life.' 

- Sans feeling taunted when seeing Frisk read one of the proposal letters

- ' "Good...morning," she said. "Are you all right?"

"F'fn m'rg," he muttered.

"I see." '

- Dr. Serif opening door from outside with his magic

- Sans being absolutely antagonistic towards him

- Gaster's persuading word for Sans being 'boo'

- 'He was still reeling from what he'd seen, and only vaguely aware that he had to say something leaving-related.'

- Sans being so shocked he ignored Frisk's pun and SHE WAS SO DISCOURAGED, MY HEAAART- its like he left her high-five hanging, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

- Gaster being overly excited to meet Sans in his monster form and finally getting to question him and unleash his own knowledge in return

- Sans being weirded out by Gaster using Frisk's name

- Sans being absolutely enchanted by Frisk's singing without even realising its her

- Sans not noticing he started CRYING

- The way Gaster hands him a handkerchief

- 'Technically, she knew she should keep her veil on, but the prospect made her want to eat the damn thing.'

- Frisk thinking that Sans is rubbing off on her already

- Gaster pointing out to Frisk that Sans have missed her

- Gaster's multiple comments across the fic where he brings one up to other in the romantic light. Whether he wants to mess with them or wants them to end up together i find it infinitely amusing

- As I mentioned before, Gaster is a weirdo with questionable motives, but the moments of him being weirdly 'pretend social tone-deafness' are all golden

- Gaster being all HINT HINT at the fact that it was Frisk's singing, and Sans' realization

- 'His obvious disbelief made her want to dunk her head in the water pitcher, and perhaps also throw it at him.'

- 'The skeleton grumble-shrugged.'

- Gaster being flabbergastered after hearing Sans didn't mind Frisk's barrier

- i love the fact that sans isn't perfect. Like, we know it by design, he is quite an ass, but sometimes he is such an idiot. Not in an infuriating way, its always justifiable and makes sense story and character-wise. You watch it unfold before your eyes and want to stop it so badly and shout at the screen 'no, Sans, stop, you dumbass!'. 

- ' And that was how Frisk learned an interesting fact about skeletons: they didn't have ears, but when faced with a completely unexpected and shrill sound – not just being shouted at – they still instinctively tried to cover the sides of their head, and at least one of them also yelled, "What the fuckin' crap was that for?!" '

- Their argument. I love every bit of it.

- 'Frisk stood in the middle of the table, her pulse racing, not sure whether to cry or step down and then cry.'

- 'Damn him. The bedroom was an upset woman's native habitat, and he had stolen it. There was the couch, but it wasn't the same.'

- Frisk's musings after their fight

- The fact for how long Frisk is oblivious to Sans' feelings towards her and the things he does/wants to subject him in relation to her proposals/suitors. Her blindness combined with determination to ignore all the signs she did notice is immense

- '...he'd probably thought he was complimenting her in some backhanded, childish fashion, but leave it to Sans to turn being "perfect" into an insult.'

- '...he'd have company in the evenings, not to mention nights and mornings in bed, which there was no shame in looking forward to!' and there isn't! 

- Frisk getting so upset she even considers sending him away because she thought they were friends and trusted him and into him but he went and hurt her like that with his words and i just hhhhhhhh-

- Sans still being angry when he hears her whistle but instantly hurrying to her in worry when he sees how distressed she is-

- The way Sans apologizes to her. HHHHHHH he tells her he wishes she liked to sing aaaaaa

- the fact that that's what breaks Frisk into crying

- 'Sans scratched the back of his skull, glancing at the windows – still too small to jump out-' SANS PLEASE-

- ' "...I was on the way to becomin' my bee-yootiful new self." ' the way he said this

- ' "If I was a lady boss monster, I could handle someone else's magic and make a little Sans, no problem, but no." ' make a little Sans-

- their conversation after Sans' boss monster story

- Frisk building a pillow fort to sleep in

- 'When she sniffled again – in a residual kind of way – Sans remembered the handkerchief, and wished he hadn't used so much of it. It was her fault, having that kind of voice out of nowhere.' just, awww <3

Chapter 6

- Sans and Frisk's chess dispute. D o r k s <3

- ' "...Do you have any questions?"

Sans opened his box and scowled at the short, neatly coiled chain therein. "Why's it smaller than yours?"

"I meant any good questions. If not, then do as I say." ' sans comparing chains

- Sans' 'quiet' reaction to his chain

- Frisk missing their 'slumber parties' 

- Frisk wondering if Luke likes puns and what she wonders next

- Frisk wondering about skeleton's kissing and reproduction capabilities despite herself >:3

- Back when I read this the first time I was surprised and warned about future d-ck jokes and I love them and the tone this fanfic has haha

- Sans being endeared how gentle Sans' touch is

- Sans helping her to put her earring on without second thoughts

- Frisk's 'ow' sounds in the middle of her speech

- ' "... I should've washed it last night, but I had too many letters to send out." Something in Sans' expression made her add, "I haven't even touched any of the proposals." ' y e s s s 

- 'Frisk hadn't expected any compliments, as such, and she wasn't very dressed up, but was tired enough to still be annoyed.' awww she wants a compliment-

- 'Frisk said, knowing he'd take the hint to get out his tongue, and trying in vain to avoid more tongue-related thoughts.'

- 'Lord Owen watched her, and Sans watched him a little, but mostly watched Frisk, who whistled at the parrot until she was out of breath.'

- Frisk playing with the bird

- ' "... Go get yer stuff on, but keep the door open so I can tell ya what's goin' on."

This was not the most polite suggestion she'd ever heard, but time was indeed wearing on, and curiosity was already outweighing her sense of dread, so she listened through the cracked door as she undressed.'

- The noise Sans makes when he sees her ceremonial dress and his reaction

- 'Sans had lived through a lot of crap, including a bone-shredding magical catastrophe, multiple fights for his life and those of others, and enough emotional turmoil to kill most people, human or monster. But somehow, he couldn't think of anything worse than having tea-time with that smug, perfect piece of shit with his smug, perfect hair and perfect courtesy and perfect lots of money and modesty and kindness and nice family she liked who also liked her and cutesy pets that made Frisk laugh and he kept touching her for no damn reason.'

- 'One woman admired how Her Eminence had tamed that horrible skeleton monster, but wondered about the propriety of a pretty young woman keeping a male of any kind in her living quarters, and her husband murmured that it didn't count if the monster wasn't capable of male-specific activities. His wife shushed him, but in a laughing way, and Sans looked around in vain for something he'd be allowed to kill.' i love people's continual dismissal of Sans because he is a skeleton with presumably no male parts

- Sans pondering about whisking Frisk away into the Underground

- Sans being disappointed he missed Frisk's song

- Sans complaining about his body

- ' "-it feels like the air is attackin' me-" '

- 'Sans could have killed himself. He'd done it again, talking about how she could have died as though it was no big deal.'

- THE HUG!!!

- everything about the hug

- Sans being confused about the weird new personal sensation

- Ikky's comment

- Chain of Ikky's comments

Chapter 7

- Sans trolling captain of the guard

- ' "Didn't think I'd get t'walk ya down the aisle today."

"You do know that a girl's father does that for her, not the groom?" she murmured back, and Sans looked so chagrined that she snrrked again. ' she knows he wants to be the groom, she knows~

- children flocking Sans

- them being comfy with each other when they get home

- Frisk being happy that Sans would definitely come back after sent underground

- Frisk may be good with words but she makes wrong choices sometimes too. Like comparing monsters to Luke's birds-

- Sans being menacing

- Sans pulling flower out of her hair and turning it into ash- i love this air of real danger

- Frisk thinking back to their hug aaaaa-

- Frisk saying she doesn't want to see Lord Owen again and Sans being too late faking his disinterest-

- Frisk pinpointing things that bother her in him. Yes, girl, just because he is perfect on paper doesn't mean he has to be perfect for you!!

- Sans asking her to come Underground with him. AND THE WAY HE PHRASES IT, MY HEART-

- Frisk crying after overflow of emotions

- Them being at the door at the same time and Sans almost knocking on her face

- Sans trying to make excuses about inviting her to 'slumber party' again and het flat out saying she missed him a a a a a a a a a a -

- 'Sans turned an interesting shade, and muttered a general denial of missing anybody, which she ignored.'

- Sans' continual want to 'grab' her even when he doesn't realize what he wants by that yet 

- Sans calming himself down by thinking he can just kill whatever prick wants to marry Frisk

Chapter 8

- The fact that this chapter came out TWO DAYS after previous one. I know its small but back when I was first reading it it was like an early Christmas present

- drunk dude asking Frisk where's her ring after she said she is waiting for her husband

- Sans not being able to hide his emotions much on his human face

- 'It would have been funny if she hadn't felt so guilty.'

- Sans subjecting himself to this human experience in the first place so he and Frisk can hang out on the festival more safely <3

- the callback of sans going from complaining about germs on a fork to him wanting to finish her drink

- The alley scene kdbahskdbs poor Frisk

- Pet names

- ' "I'm...I'm fine." It was as lying a lie as he'd ever heard, but Frisk did look better.'

- ' "...Can I please have a caramel apple?"

Sans would have given her the entire display case – the entire store – if she wanted.' awww <3

- Them wandering around the festivals is just... cute, so so cute, i love it

- 'She did seem better, so he allowed her to walk, ignoring the little whine in his SOUL that wanted her closer.' hhhhhhhng

- 'The otherworldly voice was very matter-of-fact. "More detail, more money." There was an impressive pause. "Tra la la," it added helpfully.'

- Fortune teller low-key trolling Frisk

- The future-telling scene is so powerful. And despite us knowing Frisk's entire future now, story is still interesting! You wanna see how it'll play out and be there! That's just a sign of a wonderful story

- Sans' absolute overreaction and ferryman's 'im so done' reaction to his antics

Chapter 9

- 'Sans and Frisk did not have a slumber party that night.' such a powerful opening to the chapter

- 'She'd put it aside until she could talk to Sans without wanting to pull his arm off and slap him with it.'

- We know what's in the box! But have to think what's in the orb in the box now!!

- Frisk's reflection on her possible future and what she thinks about both choices, totally understandable

- Frisk's reaction to drunk and naked Sans

- ' "How d'ya say this? It's human. How do you human. Please." ' wheeze yes, Frisk, please

- Frisk mouthing 'help' to Dr. Serif

- ' "Sans," said the doctor, "where are your clothes?"

The skeleton blinked at him, sockets still wide orange. "Off," he said, as though the sorcerer was being stupid.' 

- Sans' lack of filter whilst drunk

- '  "I saw the kid once, and I could tell it hates my guts." The boss monster took a moment to indicate that he didn't have guts, ha ha, but Gaster was unamused.'

- Sans getting distracted by thinking about smell of Frisk's hair

- Gaster apologizing about causing Sans' flashback

- Sans having a favorite song and wanting to ask Frisk to sing it and pondering if Gaster knew if its his favorite-

- The backstory of Sans. I'm not big fan of 'this character came from another world' idea, but when it's done right its so so good!

- Gaster talking how pain can manifest into an actual sleep paralysis demon and Sans thinking he is talking about him

- Gaster quiz of 'which AU Sans are you?'

- Gaster's insistent asking about Underlust in particular 

- Sans' reactions to Gaster's weird kinky questions and the fact that he has enough when Gaster hits the nerve

- Sans being smug about how Frisk gonna go with him to the Underground

- The fact that Frisk opened her makeshift safe and showed the box right after Gaster was musing how it's the only missing puzzle piece- 

- Frisk's 'don't even think about it'. She is so done. I love her.

- Gaster's realization that it's memories

- 'Why would you need to carve something like that out of someone's head, and how would getting it back make the difference between a future of "stupid perfect husband she didn't even like" and "monsters going free" plus "having sex sometime soon"?' one of my most favorite lines ever. I live it. I love you Ikky

- Sans being creeped out by Gaster despite his size or power

- 'But before Sans could even start feeling things about that, much less sort through them, the doctor half-smiled. "None of them, however, involved a boss monster." He stood, and walked to the door. "I'm sorry." He slipped out, leaving Sans to stare up at the wallpaper ceiling.' HHHHHH SO GOOD - SANS' HOPE AND INNER TURMOIL AND GASTER BEING SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW THE ANSWER AAAAAAAAA

Chapter 10

- 'Sans didn't like the idea – in fact, he completely hated it – but he was in the mood to think before he spoke, and the more he did, the more it made sense.'

- Sans melting when Frisk says 'please' to him

- Frisk lashing out at Sans and leaving him speechless

- Sans irritatingly wondering how much magic Gaster got from him

- Frisk going a tad bit overboard with her harshness on Sans and his reaction hhhhh

- Frisk being disappointed she doesn't have a good reason to reject Luke

- Frisk having to stop herself from dumping all proposals into the fire in her bitterness

- Frisk missing Sans. All of it. Her thinking of more puns and forgetting he is gone for a second and, just.... my heart

- Frisk not being apposed to Sans cuddling her in bed. And if he does more than cuddling.

- 'Frisk actually had to remind herself that Sans was a skeleton, only for her self to remind her that there were approximately two hundred creative ways around that particular deficit.'

- 'This was ridiculous. It had only been a few hours, and she was still furious with him, but she missed Sans so much that she could barely function.' I adore this line my shipping heart melts every time

- Guards eavesdropping on Frisk and Owen

- Frisk's nothingness at hugging Luke. Heheheeee

- 'At least she had eliminated any remaining doubt: Luke could offer her pleasant company, and that was all. Not warmth, or real companionship, or gentleness, laughter, intellectual stimulation, literal attraction...'  I love how she goes on because we know who she is thinking about >:3

- Frisk thinking back on the girl talk in the St Brigits

- ' It was probably also why everyone had to undergo a comprehensive sexual education course when they turned fourteen, and of course, the girls who could tell penis jokes for literal hours on end felt quite differently about the matter when an eighty-year-old priestess was passing out textbooks with full-color drawings and scientific labels.'

- Frisk going at it a lot when she got privacy. Go girl 👌'she wouldn't have been given those parts if she wasn't meant to use them.'

- Frisk thinking about taking her teleportation barrier in case Sans comes back >:3

- 'fecking knock'

- You can feel how tired Frisk is in this chapter :<

- Frisk being tempted into teleporting to Sans

- Frisk's brief fear that Sans won't come back

- Frisk's hope she can dream for Sans. LISTEN I LOVE HOW IT'S ONLY BEEN A DAY AND SHE IS MISSING HIM

- The dream, heehee

- 'Frisk was not afraid. She was done. She got out of bed with an ache in her groin and murderous resolve in her heart, moving silently through the bedroom and the dark workroom.'

- Gaster being confused about Frisk's truth spell

- Gaster slow-clapping

- Gaster succumbing to his curiousity

- Frisk complaining Gaster woke her up from a very good dream ;3

- '  "As is so often the case, every attempt I make only compounds the problem, and yet I cannot seem to stop." ' relatable

- ' "I made another well-intentioned mistake." 

- Frisk and Gaster's conversation

- Frisk blushing when Gaster tells her she decreases Sans' LOVE

- GASTER BEING SO DONE WITH FRISK'S DENIAL AND OUTRIGHT SAYING SANS IS IN LOVE WITH HER AAAAAAAAAAA

- 'Frisk had specifically been taught not to do what she did next'

- Frisk snapping at him after his spiel

- 'As she approached, Frisk heard a familiar chuckle, but not in a familiar way. This was not a skeleton pleased with his own stupid puns or laughing at her rage when he beat her at chess five times in a row. This was someone standing amidst a pile of broken human corpses, surveying his handiwork and enjoying it.' hell yes, that's blood freezing

- Frisk being afraid for a second that in reality Sans isn't the skeleton she came to know and a killer instead, bit quickly realising he is both

- Frisk reaching out to him with her hands and him reaching back only to realize his hands are covered in blood a a a a a a

- ' "Ya don't wanna see this!"

"No, I don't. But I wanted to see you," she said.' MY HEART-

- 'Frisk smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

Sans made his usual noises, which just made her smile wider.' Sans noises- so cute-

- 'The skeleton's eyes were fully alight. "Yer kiddin'. Ya haven't even done anythin'!"

There was the tiniest pause, and lest he add "...Right?" and force her to kill him, Frisk said, "Right." ' pfffft

- SANS SINCERELY TRYING TO SUPPORT HER HHHHH

- I love this whole conversation. After they were on edge and snapped at each other and got separated they meet up and just calmly talk and its so good-

- Frisk's absolute determination to hug Sans

- the hug. THE HUG. THE HUG!!!!

- Sans asking Frisk what she uses to smell so good

- '"Whaddya do with yer hair?" he muttered.

It was...not what she'd expected him to say. "Can you elaborate, please?" she muttered back.'

- Frisk spotting blood while she is hugging Sans but not even thinking of letting him go aaaaaaaaaaaa-

- Frisk feeling secure and Sans playing with her hair and ahdbbdjsjsbnd i love it all

- 'Sans had the oddest look on his face. It reminded her of when she'd cleaned the fork for him at their first face-to-face meeting in the bedroom.'

- Sans not letting her go until she ducked out of his hands hhhhhhh

- 'This time, after only five or so minutes, the doors banged open, and one guard dropped his halberd.'

- Gaster's theatrics

- Guards gossiping

Chapter 11

- This chapter is just a rollercoaster of emotions 

- Asriel being friggin adorable

- 'He [Sans] tried to stand up, but the floor wouldn't stay still: it dumped him right off his feet. "Fu' you, too," he told it.'

- Sans trying to close the door and Gaster losing his patience

- Gaster always being salty at Sans' foul mouth

- ' "I would call you names, but as I did not figure it out, either, I will call you only one: idiot." ' Gaster really grew on me while I was rereading pffft

- Sans' drunk experiments. I mean, it was one way to find out...

- 'As for what had been working, damn. He still loathed humans, but this explained a lot'

- First thing Sans asking Gaster after he said Frisk opened the box is about Frisk's well being aaaaa-

- Sans trying to think how he can stay closer to Frisk in her 'future', hhhh my booooy

- Sans, despite being a killer, getting uncomfortable about Gaster's questions about killing out of enjoyment

- ' "What am I s'posed t'do?! Sit down everyone I see carryin' a buncha chains an' explain that it hurts our feelin's when they're mean to us?" '

- ' "If I have to put literally everything in a Frisk-centric context to get through to you, I will," he [Gaster] said testily.' PFFFFT-

- HIM THINKING BACK ABOUT THEIR SHARED DREAM HHHHH he needs those hugs so badly

- '...Damn. What if he enjoyed killing stuff so much because it was the only thing he was good for anymore? If he could somehow stop, what would he have left?' SAAAANS QOQ

- And just like that this emotional moment comes down to 'And why was he getting aroused again?!' Thaaaat's Songfell

- 'Was it her fault that his deep-down, germ-sized hope of somehow fitting into her second fortune had been crushed like it deserved?' HE HOPED-

- 'Stupid Gaster. If he hadn't given Sans that stupid chain, the idea of fathering her kid would never have been so cruelly plausible.... In the same vein, the chain hadn't given him brand-new powers of smell or touch or boners, just shown him how he could've done it at any time' have i told you i love you Ikky and your jokes are absolutely hilarious

- Sans still pondering about details of smex

- Sans being determined to Be Frisk's friend, hhhhhhh

- ' ".. I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my ass off." ' (c) Gaster 

I can't-

- 'That did it. No matter how crappy and torn-up he felt, Sans vowed he wasn't going to do anything to make her life harder. He wouldn't kill that Owen guy; he could help deliver stuff, make sure no one tried to murder her before the wedding...' HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH I JUST HHHHHH-

- Sans wishing he'd never stayed in the cell before berating himself for these thoughts

- Sans' reaction to new bookmarks and her handwriting

- alfalfalfafalfa

- This wait for Sans and Frisk to meet again. Back when I was reading it the first time I wanted them to meet so so haaaard it was tearing me apart inside

- 'Sans shrugged, put a bookmark in like God intended, and set it aside.' I'm not sure of Sans believes in God but he does hold strong belief in bookmarks

- Sans' haste to get back from the meeting because of how badly he wants to see Frisk

- 'He still hated the idea, but there was no reason it couldn't work, maybe, eventually...in the other future where she'd opened the box.'  THIS TOYING WITH OUR HEARTS-

- Sans fixing the table dent <3

- 'It occurred to him for the first time that she probably didn't have clothes on, and he immediately decided to think about something else. Oh, look, there was the folder Gaster had been reading the whole afternoon.'

- The bathroom scene. All of it. The song, Sans getting in there and just kneeling and nuzzling her like a cat and just relishing the feeling of her and that his only intention was to be near her hhhhhh-

- The fact that Frisk purposefully LURED him in-

- The fact that the song is MLP song-

- 'Sans remained sitting on the side of bed by the opposite wall, staring at the cold fireplace, awaiting his doom.'

- Sans being disappointed he hasn't gotten a better look at her

- Sans reflecting on the fact that it's weird for a lonely woman to lure in a male into the bathroom

- 'Still, here she was. And it turned out that his tiny, squishy, beaten-up hope, the idea that he could somehow cram himself into a bigger role in her life than "pet project," wasn't as dead as he'd thought. It was resurging, and so was the now-familiar urge to grab her, except this time, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do with it. He knew that she'd missed him and had just admitted to enticing him in while she was naked, and—' i love this entire paragraph. Y e s. Especially last sentence it's hilarious-

- Him forgetting everything and almost reaching out for her only to stop hHhHhHh

- ' "...You really scared me when you didn't come home yesterday."

Come home? Was she trying to fucking kill him?' Home <3

- 'Why were they talking about this depressing shit instead of hugging some more? ...Probably because he couldn't trust himself right now to stop at hugging.' I love Sans

- Sans stopping for a second to admire the colour of her eyes

- Sans siphoning negative energy so his brother and other monsters wouldn't get affected by it hhh my boy-

- Frisk saying she'll come back with him SHE'LL COME BACK WITH HIM- 

- The fact she says it after seeing Sans at his worst and hearing what he told her in that conversation

- Sans saying he shouldn't go because he wants to protect her from Asgore aaaa-

- ' He sat down and poked at his food. It didn't look that great anymore, but he might as well be miserable, not miserable and hungry.'

- Kris wondering if he should bow to monster royals awwww

- Sans saltily asking about what's the rush with the wedding prep

- Frisk just putting Sans to sleep when he wouldn't stop with the questions

- 'There was no more hugging, or talking about feelings, or any of the things he'd grown to expect.'

- 'He couldn't force her to act happier now that her decision was made, but it sucked that he'd advised her to pick something and stop being miserable, and she'd picked something, and now they were both miserable.'

- Sans being sad and salty that his quiet days with Frisk are no more

- Sans' realisation of reproduction process

- 'As himself, the process took a lot of concentration, and he got weirded out if he looked down at it too long, but—'

- 'He was a monster, and monsters weren't designed to waste their time or magic playing with themselves.'

- ' He couldn't stop thinking about holding her again, and he didn't think it was that disingenuous to want to point out to her how much better she'd feel if she'd opened up to him again. And then sex.' s A N S

- "By all means, you can have him [Kris]. I know you both love surprises." THE FORESHADOWING-

- 'Watching her scribble her way through the pre-written letters and the documents necessary for the deposits on each monster, Sans had to reflect on the amount of time and forethought all of this had required, and congratulated himself on not going off on her for being so little fun the past few days. Granted, it was a pretty low bar, but he'd stumbled all the way over it! Even if she was going to marry some other schlub, he, Sans the skeleton, had been a helper, and he hadn't had to kill a single person to do it!' ...... sans

- Sans thinking about Owen and the 'wedding' like an asshat and wishing he'll choke on his way back pffft

- 'He'd had trouble focusing around her before, and now Sans found himself crunching his femurs together to help remind him that no.'

- Sans getting entertained while he calculates the food he wants to bring and the prices

- New clothes! And slippers, too!

- 'Aaargh, she smelled great and she was being ludicrously generous—oh, good, she was going into the office now to let him try the new stuff on. '

- 'The black-and-red ensemble was warm and comfortable, it had great pockets, it looked cool, and he was never taking it off.' y e s

- 'It was stupid and dumb of him to be so pleased that they matched, but, they matched.' THEY MATCH THEY MATCH-

- 'Frisk took a dainty spoonful of soup and, under the table, kicked Sans in the tibia.'

- 'From the King's stiffened back and tightened mouth, Sans guessed that it was one of those polite little conversational bitch-slaps humans were so good at.'

- Gaius is cute

- ' "Oh, nothin'. I'm just tryin' ta figure out what's wrong with my ears. It sure sounded ta me like you told His Majesty that ya don't care if my Majesty wants to rip your heart out 'n eat it." '

- Frisk's determination to go Underground and how she just sprinkled that to Sans

- SHEEE OPEEENED THE BOX SHE OOOPENED THE BOX

- Sans' reaction to her saying that

- Sans piecing together that Frisk has been buying gifts for everyone

- 'Frisk shut her eyes. She opened them. "We don't give Papyrus enough credit," she commented. "He figured it out before I did, and you still don't—" ' YES CREDIT TO PAPYRUS!!!

- Frisk being Kris, and this revelation not being hella obvious from the start

- the 'stripes'

- the whole sequence, man. The arguing, the flashback, the realisation and Sans' reflection on it, and the comfort, just- its all so good

- ' "NYEH HEH! WELL DONE, BROTHER! (PSST! HUMAN! LET'S HIT HIM WITH THE SPECIAL ATTACK NEXT!)" '

- ' "ACK! YOU ARE WET, HUMAN! SANS! PLEASE ASSIST KRIS BEFORE HE MELTS!"

"I'm gonna melt?!" ' dorks, i love them

- Kris' unnerving reaction to stripes and Sans hugging the poor kid :<

- ' "c'mon, kiddo. let's go tell pap your skin melted."

"Okay!" Back on familiar ground, Kris hopped up and down. "Can we tell Toriel my skin melted?"

"haaa ha ha ha no." '

- 'And Sans had never, ever told anyone about the "stripes." ' word stripes is so unnerving in this context, too...

- ' "So...Kris, huh?"

"That's me." ' THIS EXCHANGE- AAAAAAAAAA

- 'Her head drooped, leaving a long curve of neck and shoulder that the stupider parts of him couldn't stop staring at.'

- Sans' protective instinct kicking in and him realizing the one of the fortune aspects

- Frisk begging Sans to go home

- Sans sweeping Frisk into his overcoat

- Sans calling her 'kitten'

- 'This wasn't fair! He already loved her so much, and now this? What was he supposed to do?'

- ' The bones of his face itched where the red kept trickling down, but the sky could have started falling, and he wouldn't have moved before she was ready.' HHHHHHHHH

- i got the most hilarious answer to my comment I've ever seen. I remember laughing out loud on that one

Chapter 12

- Asgore calling Kris his new hat

- Asgore being cute

- Frisk feeling safe under Sans' coat <3

- Frisk playing with the fur for a moment. Such a cute detail

- ' “The lady and I became more intimately acquainted in your absence,” said Gaster.

“Doctor,” Frisk called warningly. ' w h e e z e

- Sans' reaction to learning Gaster broke in while he was away

- how many times Gaster slaps Sans

- Frisk's smart political decisions of getting good buzz around the town while she is Underground

- ' “And my ‘innumerable’ family. I hope the monsters will fit that description.”

“Damn straight,” commented Sans, which made her flush again. ' thisss makes me smile

- ' Gaster nodded, and she was almost certain that he waited for her to take a sip of milk before he asked, “Have you selected a father for your child?” ' Gaster is the biggest troll in this story and i both hate and love it

- ' “I am acting purely to further Her Eminence’s goal of peace between the human and monster races,” Gaster lied with his stupid lying face.'

- Sans telling Gaster about conclusions he came while thinking about himself and Frisk together

- Gaster quickly getting outta dodge

- Sans calling Frisk 'kitten'

- Frisk's reaction to seeing he broke the table is asking him if he was alright-

- Sans hugging her so he can fix the table and he does and hhhhh-

- Her laying against him and him playing with her hair <3

- 'Oh, well. At least they matched again.' THEY! ARE! MATCHING!

- 'To his disgruntlement, Sans was conscripted to make toys fly around – though he drew the line at the actual children begging to be flung across the room – while Frisk distributed the pastries they’d brought and the boss monster contemplated his life choices. '

- 'He contented himself with the fact that Frisk seemed pretty happy, though he wasn’t a big fan of how many kids were coughing on her.'

- more slumber parties!

- 'Two of the past three mornings, he’d woken up with her curled up in her blanket against his side, and his SOUL had damn near melted.' hhhhhhhhhhHHH-

- 'Her sudden proximity could have been a problem, but on close self-examination, Sans found he’d rather punch himself in the spectral junk than take advantage of her emotional vulnerability.'

- Sans being ashamed he doesn't have much patience with humans

- 'what a nice skeleton' moment

- 'As usual, every time he started to recover, she snrrked and got him going again. When the priestess had almost caught her breath, Sans retaliated with “What a nice skeleton” in his best old-lady voice and nearly killed her.' DORKS!!!! I love them

- The confident way Frisk speaks to the King

- 'Frisk had long since made up her mind how to “prepare” her apprentice, but she had no intention to discuss it with the King yet.' Heeehehe~

- 'She might be planning to reject him [Owen] in the most overt way possible and embarrass him in front of the entire kingdom, but that was no reason to be impolite, was it?'

- Sans taking care of sick Frisk

- ' "Tori would love to have some more,” Sans remarked. “Meat, eggs, and somethin’ ta fuss over.” ' cute

- 'Sans chuckled. That rumbling sound had always raised the hairs on the back of her neck, but lately, it did it in a good way. '

- FRISK BEING NERVOUS ABOUT MEETING MONSTERS AGAIN, HONEY PLEASE QwQ

- Frisk liking his nickname for her

- Dream 2: the Sequel

- 'She could remember standing by his house in Snowdin as a child, holding his hand and smiling up at him, sensing how unhappy he was behind his lackadaisical exterior and how hard he was working to hide it. He hadn’t deserved to feel that way back then, and he didn’t need a demon to help him torment himself now!' D: saaaaans

- Sans' trying to shake her off but Frisk determined to hug him till he hugs back hhhh <3

- Emotional moment, and next second Frisk thinking about how she gonna get shaked up in couple of months. Thaaaaat's Songfell

- 'Strange: they’d spent enough time together to be used to platonic physical contact, but it felt so intimate for him to let her touch him between the bones of his hands that she didn’t know what to do with herself.'

- Them washing tears off together, and Sans smearing more right after they're done

-' “I wasn’t—” There was a slightly stupid pause as he tried to formulate a denial of having been upset. She just looked at him, and he switched tactics, protesting-'

- 'The young woman sighed and rubbed her eyes, unaware that Sans had looked up, or that his entire world had instantly become fixated on the front of her robe.'

- Sans being set off. He feels so dangerous again! Kinda hot and dangerous

- Frisk LICKING LIPS IN THAT MOMENT, GIIIRL YOU-

- 'And a small part of her, an urge that steadily grew as his breath washed over her and his fingers brushed her cheek, actually wondered what would happen if she didn’t stop him. Hadn’t she wanted this for a long time, no matter how much she enjoyed his friendship?' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

- The way Frisk distracts him and calms him down. ' “Come on,” she said, trying to sound old. “Be a nice skeleton.” ' JSVJAAVJA-

- Sans' ashamed reaction to his outburst

- Frisk finally reflecting on how stupid of a denial she was in.  all of it. 

- Frisk thinking of all the times she led him on and how much she must've put him through

- 'Even worse was the realization that she hadn’t really believed it, and yet was operating on the half-conscious assumption that he was hers if she wanted him—stupid and presumptuous, not a good combination.' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

- ' “We’re going to bring those monsters back to the Underground ourselves, and I will stay for ten days as their first official human visitor in thirteen years, and if my father doesn’t like it, I will cordially invite him to go fuck himself. He’s certainly had enough practice.” '

- Frisk's rage after the letter

- How determined Frisk is to finally talk to Sans about feelings™

- The talk about the dream 

- 'If she wanted to talk about this—' and what proceeds, I love how bitter and salty Sans is, poor boy

- Sans realising they are not ready 'yet'

- 'The last of Sans’ resistance crumbled as he placed his massive hand on hers, trapping it against his cheek. She’d won. If she wanted him to think he was great and not a giant, psychotic, poisonous piece of shit, he’d do it. If she wanted to wait till they were Underground and then let him have her, he wasn’t going to argue anymore. If she wanted him to tear his own head off and eat it…' y e s, everything about this

- The chain in the comments we made

Chapter 13

- Frisk's change of plans

- 'As her personal guard, and her…whatever the hell they were now-'

- Sans insisting Frisk ride the wagon with warm monsters to stay warm

- Monsters getting excited and relieved when they saw Sans, awww

- Sans forcing Frisk onto bed. To sleep

- 'The boss monster emitted a loud, sustained fake snore, cut short by her pillow landing on his face.'

- Sans scaring horses

- ' “I am trusting you, Frisk, to bring back favorable news, and prove that this mission is any better than a child’s tantrum over not getting her way.”

“I wonder that Your Majesty has ever spent enough time with a child to see one,” ' OOOOOO THE BUUUUURN

- ' “I know you’ve got a lotta different tricks.” Snort. “Any chance ya have somethin’ that’ll pull the wagons for us?”

“Yes. You.” '

- 'Sans didn’t have time to admire how the cold air had turned her cheeks red, or be really irritated at how the men had all gawked at her without her veil, but he did it anyway...'

- Sans being salty about being a horse and making neigh sound

- Sans worried more about Frisk wasting her energy on a barrier than being in a barrier aaaaa-

- 'Sans bundled her under his coat and sat down against the wheel, folding her into the crook of his arm while he summoned up heat and softness, everything a skeleton usually couldn’t offer.' AWWWWWW

- Nonconcencual (half-concencual?) magic transfer

- ' “You know who her dad is, right?”

The pale-haired stranger blinked again. “Duke Whatshisface?” '

- 'According to everything Sans had seen, only the Cardinal or the King could go over her head; therefore, while Duke Whatshisass was in charge of doling the monsters out to new owners...' pfffft

- 'In a weird way, this was the push he needed to be a little less miserable about not deserving her and a bit more smug that she’d picked him over the zillion guys desperate to snag an illegitimate princess. At this point, she transcended the concept of anyone deserving her. He still thought he sucked, but so what? If he hadn’t imagined what she’d said the other night, then…' pffft yes be smug be proud 

- Sans running away from the camp once he gets attacked

- Frisk freaking pouring water at Undyne pffffff-

- Undyne. She's a delight

- Monster's reaction to Undyne! Yesss!

- ' He was pulling one wagon, and Undyne was pulling the other one alongside him; all it’d taken to get her going was a hint that she couldn’t do it.'

- Frisk and Undyne chatting

- Undyne calling Frisk Sans' 'sugar mama'

- Sans being thankful Frisk and Undyne dont hate each other for no reason but then being salty they hate on him instead pffft

- Sans sounding proud when saying how he tried to kill Frisk and nothing worked

- Both Sans and Frisk being confused when Undyne asks about Sans going back with Frisk because they both don't even question it aaaa-

- Frisk's excitment about being back Underground

- 'Sure, Papyrus kept nattering about how Sans and a mysterious human had told him they were going to come back to the Underground soon and everything would be all right, but…Papyrus.' PAPYRUS IS THE BEST OK-

- Monsters welcoming Kris back

- Papyrus and Sans meeting again

- Papyrus stress-cleaning :< poor Pap

- rock-candy shards instead of sprinkles

- Frisk asking Undyne about magic transaction and Undyne waggling her brows at her

- 'Frisk had the sudden, idiotic, schoolgirl-ish urge to giggle—did the good magic come out of the top half of his body, while the evil stuff came out of the other thing?' pffft Frisk is a dork

- Everyone almost panicking at Frisk being High Priestess and Toriel comes and welcomes ger back and AaAaAaAa- i wanna cry

- 'And with as much grace and ceremony as if the old house was a marble palace, the boss monster went inside...'

Chapter 14

- 'She [Alphys] allowed him to pluck the cobalt sphere from her grasp and skittered away with a speed that hurt his feelings a little.' Awww Sans-

- '...what would happen if he found out Sans had fallen for her [Frisk] like a ton of bricks?' y e s

- Sans mentioning Toriel to distract Asgore

- '... the King set the cup and saucer down so hard that it sloshed all over the table. Sans had never seen him spill his tea before.' nice detail

- ' “What else have you s-seen her do that m-most humans can’t?”

“Be a good person" '

- 'Sans nodded as calmly as he could, clamping his jaws shut as the truth spell urged him to say something about wanting to give her a lot more magic on purpose.' PFFFFT-

- Alphys immediately realising Sans is in love with Frisk

- 'When he failed to immediately deny it, the scientist’s face nearly split in triumphant glee.'

- Sans losing LV when he is around Frisk <3

- 'He didn’t bother accusing her of blackmail: it was blackmail.'

- Frisk sidetracking and talking to Toriel and Undyne about her personal life

- ' She also planned to never ask Toriel whether she thought a run-of-the-mill contraceptive would be sufficient against a boss monster’s magic.'

- 'Frisk couldn’t help grinning. “Did you burn it down, or wreck it?”

“It was a training exercise that got too awesome,” the Captain said proudly. “I regret nothing!" '

- Frisk wanting to say she doesn't want to stay far from Sans-

- 'Frisk was too tired to sleep.'

- Frisk not being able to sleep without Sans there AAAAAAAAAAA- notmyfavfanfictropeever

- 'Just for fun, Frisk tried saying it to herself: I gave him homework to do before he can have sex with me. It...didn't sound better in her head.'

- Sans coming to see her and misreading her reaction aaaa-

- Them both agreeing to a room-bed idea

- ' "I'd be okay, 'cept ya went an' got me used to eatin' every day, so..."

"I'm not sorry." ' <3

- Them being all cuddly n stuff awawawww

- 'That was the second time he'd called her that [sweetheart]. Frisk's heart was in her throat. There was no wine or home-ground advantage here; she had to jump right in.'

- ' "I mean, what happens if we do it 'n I don't kill ya? Then what?"

It was a reasonable question, and she'd just been telling herself they needed to talk about it. Now that she had to answer, though, her mind was a roaring blank. "...Then...that would be...good?" ' pfffft yes-

- Frisk snapping at him

- ' "Here's a better question: are you really that insecure? Do you honestly believe that the only reason anyone could ever love you was because they had to?!" ' YES, QUEEN, TELL HIM!!!

- Sans' reaction to her confession, hehehehhe

- Sans roaring when she asks if she should find someone else

- ' "I'm not doing any of this because a fortune told me to. It just helped me figure out how to get what I already wanted." ' Y E S

- Frisk timidly asking Sans to say something <3 so cute

- SANS IS SO INSECURE HHHHHHHH

- 'His hand slipped away. Her chest hurt so much that she wanted to cry again.' hhhhng-

- '...He hadn't gotten up yet. Could he tell that she didn't mean the calm, logical things she'd said, and how much she wanted him to stay?' HHHHHHNG----- i love this moment

- Frisk realising Sans shrunk by touching him

- hand kiss

- everything about the scene. yes. yes. yes. my shipping heart is soaring, every damn time

- ' "You've done so much for me and for the other monsters—would it kill you to do something for your sake?"

A long pause, ending on a shaky sigh. "Can I start with yer sake, maybe work up to mine?" ' AHHHHHH

- kiss kiss fall in love~

- Sans asking if she really meant she'd go find someone else- aaa-

- 'The moment her mouth was free, she emitted a steady stream of "Waitwaitwaitwait!"s that brought him up short.'

- ' "...That's why the answer is 'no' for at least four or five more days, and then there's Asgore and destiny blah blah. Understood?" '

- Sans asking again if she wants him to leave for forever

- Sans telling her ofc he still likes her despite her telling him to wait dhjsvshss those two are such dorks istg

- 'Now that the mood was officially gone, her neck was starting to feel distinctly chewed-upon-'

- Frisk's heart dropping for a second when she thought Sans gonna leave aaaaa-

- Undyne's reaction to Frisk's bitemarks and her slow realisation

- Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans >:3

Chapter 15

- Mettaton being an automaton

- Kris launching to the stage to try and spare Mettaton embarrassment

- Sans being confused about what happened when he woke up

- 'Then he blinked, grabbed a handful of his shirt, and jammed it into his nasal bone, inhaling so deeply that he almost sucked the material up into his skull.'

- Sans thinking he can never eat another apple again without feeling twitchy

- Sans wanting real bad to see Frisk again awawawww

- 'The giant skeleton stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to rub his face in his shirt like a damn cat.' y es 

- Sans being content he is home with his brother and Frisk :')

- 'Then, picking up at a random point where his mind had left off, he wondered whether his body felt as awful to Frisk as hers felt good to him. Was it like making out with a coat rack?' pffft-

- Papyrus' note. I love Papyrus

- Undyne and Papyrus arguing in the letter skbsjebsvs dorks

- 'Sans obediently picked up a fork, then realized no one was around, folded the stack in half, and shoved it down his throat.'

- Sans thinking back to the fork incident

- 'He could just wait a few more minutes for his magic to regenerate. It wasn't like he'd die if he didn't see her right this second. Right?

He glanced at the fork again.

A moment later, he was closing the front door behind him, shuffling through the snow with his hands in his pockets.' MY HEART I CANNOT EVEN-  AAAAAAA weak weak i am so weak for this

- Ice Wolf almost throwing Frisk's boxes into water for transportation

- Papyrus still having doubts about Sans really being back pffft

- Papyrus insisting that Sans stays in line

- 'And just like that, for one second, Sans was so irritated that he wanted to pick his brother up by the spine and toss him aside. It took far too long to remind himself that he loved Papyrus more than life itself, his brother was just being himself, and Sans shouldn't pick him up by the friggin' spine!'

- 'But someone finally moved aside, and his SOUL leapt like an excited little dog at the sight of its favorite human.' awwww

- 'Then he looked at Frisk, who was smiling at him, and he immediately forgot what he was mad about. He tried to think of something witty: "Uh." Shuffle. "Hi." ' pffft sans <3

- Everybody, especially Undyne, ganging up on Sans while he pathetically tries to deny he isn't madly in love with Frisk

- The way Sans loses track of his thoughts and starts thinking about Frisk, my shipping heart melts every time, he is such a doofus-

- Frisk teasing Sans with the fork lmao-

- SANS SAYING FRISK SNORES LMFAO-

- Frisk and Gerson pretend-flirting

- Sans being surprised at what Gerson told him about boss monsters while Undyne and Frisk are shocked in the background

- ' "Poor Toriel wouldn't look me in the eye for a month afterwards!" ' pffft-

- Gerson is a very cool dude. he’s kinda like Gaster but you are 100% sure he is good

- Papyrus calling Frisk 'KRISK'

- mudslide

- Papyrus and Undyne talking about ring puzzle ksbsjshsj i love them

- Toriel thanking Frisk for being a good friend to Sans awww

- ' "Who knows? Maybe he found a lady friend," Undyne said absently, flicking the metal discs to test their sturdiness.

"That's not a nice thing to say, Undyne," Toriel reproved her.

For half an irate second, Frisk thought Toriel was angry on her behalf.' pffft-

- Papyrus' reaction to Frisk buying him pasta <3

- ' "Hey, would you look at that, Pap! You haven't made spaghetti in years! What have you done?" Undyne said through gritted teeth, ending with a glare at Frisk.' PFFFT

- ' "Do you know where Sans is?" demanded Frisk, who was still recovering from the shock of going to take out the garbage and encountering Mettaton instead.'

- Sans getting drunk and forgetting how to teleport home and going all the way to Hotland from Grillby's-

- Sans pawning sewing the demon child on mudslides

- 'Shit! Where was Alphys? Where was Frisk?!

...Right. She was in Snowdin. Okay.

Where was Snowdin?!'

- 'No, better stay where he was for now, safe in his room, listening to them have fun as Undyne brought the presents in, and not feeling jealous or lonely at all.' Sans, the ten foot tsundere

- 'Mettaton went first, because he was Mettaton.'

- Frisk's self sacrifice to save Mettaton's silk from spaghetti

- ' "COME DOWNSTAIRS AND SAY HELLO TO OUR GUESTS. AND SPAGHETTI!! THE GREATEST GUEST OF ALL!!" '

- Frisk trolling Sans about his 'lump' comment earlier oh my god-

- '..and it occurred to him much later that if she’d come downstairs wearing something really fancy or weird, he’d have been fine. But she wasn’t, and he wasn’t.'

- Papyrus having spare set of Sans' clothes 

- Sans feeling nostalgic about his old clothing

- Sans slowly melting after seeing Frisk's legs

- Everyone's awkward reaction to Sans' obvious foot fetish LMAO especially Alphys

- Toriel being ready to perform queen duties in place of Asgore

- Asgore slamming door in Toriel's face holy shit

- The way Sans tells Toriel he is in love with the human AHHHHHHHHHH

Chapter 16

- Papyrus saying he doesn't deserve pie aaaaa-

- Asriel. I love him :<

- 'She’d be better off going straight to Asgore and announcing that she and Sans were planning to create the world’s first human-monster hybrid! She might as well, the way Sans was behaving…'

- Frisk wanting to be taken care of for at least one day

- Asriel's tail

- Alphys being glad Undyne is doing her 'evil laugh' awwww <3

- 'That was Frisk’s cue to say that she didn’t need anything, being here with everyone was gift enough…but she didn’t, because it would be fun to go shopping, dang it.' You go, queen!

- All the gift-exchanging

- Frisk mixing up the fact that it's Undyne who can play music and not Toriel

- 'She gave her toothiest grin. “So, basically, you and Sans are—”

“Perfect,” Toriel said briskly, striding back into the living room and setting down a huge stack of linens.' they are, they are

- Frisk finally reflecting on all those times Sans stared at her funny/didn't leave her >:3

- Frisk being a bit down while thinking that maybe Sans only likes her because his soul tells him she is his 'only option'

- Alphys saying she expected humans to have more imagination when Frisk said everybody discarded possibility of anything between her and Sans just because he is a skeleton LMAO

- Undyne saying she'd conceive her and Alphys' kid in the garbage dump

- Girls gossiping at their slumber party

- Frisk being salty she has to hide her and Sans' relationship at all

- Dream: The Complete Trilogy

- ' “That’s cheating,” she whispered furiously.

Sans chuckled. “not if i’m doin’ it with my wife.” '

- science of alarm clocks reached Frisk's dreams

- Sans' instincts to take Frisk back with him to his home

- 'His bullshitting reflex saved him'

- 'And so it was that Sans found himself committed to the biggest solo grocery run imaginable, all because of a sex dream.'

- 'Papyrus was two-thirds ecstatic and one-third fretful.'

- Frisk waking up and for a second confusing her dream-life with her real one

- Frisk thinking Sans might be avoiding her because of their dream but he wants the absolute opposite-

- How TENSE conversation with Toriel is

- ' Undyne looked up solemnly. “Frisk, I just wanted to saaaHAHAHAHAHA!” '

- Imagining that conversation back now knowing what Frisk has on her face

- 'SHARKY WUZ HERE' <3 <3 <3

- All ladies being dorks

- The sheer size of denial of Toriel not even imagining Sans could've meant Frisk

- Sans thinking about Frisk on a loop

- 'All these stupid, tiny, essential details—was this what Frisk’s life was like, running around arranging crap for everyone? No wonder she was so damn tired all the time! It was like being pinched to death!'

- Sans's reaction to hearing about miscegenation. 'fucking' crime

- Sans and Frisk FINALLY having a chance to have calm conversation with just the two of them and its immediately the cutest thing ever <3

- How excited Frisk is when she tells him about her day

- Frisk needing to prepare herself for Sans' human form because its not the same

- Sans wondering if they can smush in the dream without danger

- ' “So, no offense, sweetheart, but…why are we talkin’ right now instead of makin’ out?”

“Because Undyne saw what I did to her face, and she’s hitting me with a p—” '

- Asriel apologizing D:

Chapter 17

- Kris wondering why humans called Underground a mudhole while it is so pretty

- 'tearful reunion'. Chara's such a drama queen

- How believable of a scumbag Chara is. She is absolutely terrible but sadly in the realistic way you can imagine person being

- Asgore seeing her death glare towards Frisk

- '  “IS SOMEONE THERE? SOMEONE WITH EXTREMELY BAD TASTE?” ' Pfffft-

- whoopie cussion. Never gets old

- skelebrother's banter

- Sans musing how Frisk's bed spoiled him for life

- Sans messing with a couple in another room pffft

- 'There wasn’t much to do as he ate but people-watch, which would have been kind of neat if the people in question weren’t humans.'

- Sans comparing other human ladies to Frisk

- 'It made him wonder yet again if Frisk’s SOUL was the real reason he’d been so drawn to her; the first time he’d seen it, he was scared shitless, and then he wanted to rip it out for strictly non-romantic purposes.' PFFFFFFFT-

- Sans being content with reason he fell in love with Frisk because she's Frisk <3

- 'This street seemed much dingier, with fewer people around; it smelled weird, too, like horse pee and desperation.'

- Sans being happy about no witnesses around

- Sans unwillingly comparing the goons that attacked him and back when Frisk first trapped him in the barrier

- 'Now Sans could see Frisk snarling up at him in all her tiny, furious glory.'

- Sans ignoring Gaster for a good while because he thought he only imagined his voice pffft

- ' “Ya gonna tell me why you’re here, or what?”

“What.” '

- Sans being weirded out by Gaster's mind magic

- 'Meanwhile, Sans was not that surprised to find out there was a formal guild for murderers. Humans were such fucking scumbags.'

- Gaster asking what miscegenation is

- 'He heard the familiar sound of someone ignoring a pun'

- Sans enjoying the fact that Gaster is salty cuz Sans and Frisk got up and left

- Gaster wanting Sans to pick a pseudonym for his human form

- 'Why did human bodies use the same damn tube for breathing and eating?'

- Gaster's magical orb thingies

- Gaster playing Cheshire cat

- Gaster freaking murdering the poachers like it's nothing and then vanishing, like, god damn-

- Aaaasgooooooreeeee

- Undyne shutting Sans up about Frisk before he even asks

- Undyne's reaction to Sans' puns

- how menacing freaking Chara is

- Sans not even thinking about teleporting when he hears Frisk's voice outside

- bubbles

- musical bubbles

- 'Undyne coordinated the assault, directing her troops to surround the enemy and attack as a unit, ignoring Papyrus’ protests of being muuuurdered and that she could not have his pirate-ship bed once he was dust, because for the hundredth time even if she did have an eyepatch that did not mean she deserved to be a pirate more than him.' this is absolutely hilarious

- '...and gray boots that reminded him of the fact that she had feet.'

- Sans getting extra flustered about Frisk's choker

- Sans proudly telling Toriel how responsible Frisk is and how much she did and keeps doing

- Undyne jumping straight to balcony to help Frisk

- Sans being jealous of Frisk being mothered

- Sans making same joke Frisk made

- Frisk, Sans and Tori killing themselves with puns

- People being surprise how gentle Sans unwrapped his gift

- Frisk's gift to Sans

- Sans' reaction, both inside and outside. Dork.

- Papyrus' comment. I love Papyrus

- Everyone trolling Sans for his piss pour reaction

- 'The priestess frowned at him. He hated it when she did that, especially when he deserved it.'

- Toriel and Sans arguing

- Poor Tori. As much as I disagree with some of her points of view, she went through so much grief and she only wants what's best, or at least believes in that

- ' “Uh…” Sans ducked his head, scuffing his slipper over the burned floor tiles. “Tell you the truth, she’s kinda the one courtin’ me.”

“Sans!” the goat monster scolded him. “You’ve found a woman with enough magic, strength of mind, and good taste to fall in love with you, and you’re letting her do all the work?”

The skeleton scratched his neck vertebrae. “…Yeah?” '

- Tori and Sans parting like good old friends they are

Chapter 18

- this is the chapter where honky-ponky-hanki-panki happens

- the fact how much talk of 'the incident' that happens in this chapter have been before this chapter got released, like, the hype

- spider named Alphonse

- Kris so willing to help he lets a thousand of spiders hitch a ride, like, even if you aren't afraid of spiders, that's, just... damn

- 'For someone without any lips, the monster could slurp her tea quite loudly.'

- muffet knew and grillby knew

- Frisk being irritated at her younger self for being 'racist' towards spiders

- 'he took one look, bowed so deeply that he almost fell over, and walked ahead of them to harass the seated monsters out of their way.'

- 'Mettaton had gotten up to greet Toriel, and was bowing her into his seat; Sans was impressed with his manners until the automaton turned and shooed Alphys out of her chair so he could take it.'

- Sans absolutely melting in this chapter over Frisk

- Sans epicly failing at conversation

- 'Sans nodded his thanks to Undyne; she stared at him, then drew her thumb across her throat to indicate that he was dead. He shrugged, agreeing that that was fair.'

- Sans being jealous that Undyne can swing her arm around Alphys

- Frisk's questions about mudslide

- 'The skeleton tried to hide his sudden jubilation. She was telling him she’d have her own room, which meant some damn privacy at last! He’d have a chance to tell her things and apologize for being stupid about the chessboard, and then…choker, and—'

- Mettaton calling Sans out on his sock fetish-

- Sans' gigantic freudian slip. The magnitude of it. Just.... wow

- Sans' instincts telling him to back off Frisk in fear, no matter how much he loves her

- the TWIST. Not farfetched but so so good

- The whole argument scene, man. It feels like every word character says is needles and you gotta breath them in. More terrifying with each passing second

- ' “Food, presents, bubbles—I already gave you everything I have. If you don’t want me anymore, then…” ' way to tear my heart right outta my chest

- Sans reaching out to Frisk despite frying his hand aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

- 'Sans. Her chest gave a happy little shiver as she saw him looking down at her. He was standing nearby, giving her a strained smile and…and touching—the barrier—' HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

- Frisk being so horrified with herself she didn't want Sans near her but him embrassing her I can't I can't-

- The flashbacks, all worrying, especially after such tense scene

- Frisk's shame of her actions and her fears of being rejected D':

- Sans removing Frisk's earrings so she can sleep peacefully

- Frisk breaking because of that fact QoQ my heartu-

- Sans comforting Frisk QwQ you can gather from everything i said already buy i love their relationship so much

- 'It was important to explain to him that nothing was fine and it was absolutely correct for her to be crying, but she was crying too hard to get the words out.'

- 'The boss monster made a sound deep in his chest, and she answered him with one that made him squeeze her tighter.' <3

- Them exchanging their feelings via magic

- 'He didn’t think she was worthless, or dangerous, or that she needed to do a single thing to deserve forgiveness. His hand didn’t even hurt anymore. …Much.

Even if it did, he still loved her.' here goes my heart-

- Frisk immediately asking Sans to show his hand

- '  “It ain’t that bad. Looks kinda like a frowny face. See?” '

- Sans saying he can still move his fingers and two fused fingers don't count

- Frisk's speel how she doesn't want to go

- ' “Any questions?”

Frisk thought about it as she sniffled. “Yes. Why couldn’t you have been this sweet when I gave you the stupid chessboard?” ' pffft, always makes me smile

- Them bantering about the chess board

- 'How could he make her want to hug and slap him so badly?'

- 'There was food, and she was starving, but he was right here, too; she didn’t know which she wanted more at the moment.' i approve

- Frisk repeatedly coming onto Sans

- The puns

- Sans slipping out the l-word <3

- Frisk going at it in Sans' coat

- Frisk intentionally leaving bathroom door open and purposefully humming Sans' favorite song lol such a tease~

- Frisk immediately throwing envelope aside in favour of more fun things

- Their conversation and Frisk's reassurance <3

- honk-ponk-hank-pank

- the moment where sans listens to her heart beat hhhhh im weak for those

- 'Sans showed no signs of life besides his breathing for several minutes. She was starting to worry a little when he moved his head enough to say, “M’rm.”

The young woman blinked. “Beg pardon?” '

- 'Sans rose up on his elbow and shakily leaned in to lick her neck again.'

Chapter 19

- Sans being on edge about Kris and then immediately going to 'protect this kid at all costs'

- 'some of the monsters were literally made of teeth, but the kid never even broke a sweat!'

- 'When the ferry pulled up to the dock, he watched in amusement as the child bounded off and promptly faceplanted in the snow.'

- 'given the choice between “magical spy” or “nice kid,” Sans was willing to believe that Pap had found a friend after all.'

- ' "PLEASE COME BACK TOMORROW FOR MORE FRIENDSHIP!” '

- Sans being offended that out of all monsters Kris met he might be afraid of him

- 'Son of a— “gotcha,” the skeleton muttered.'

- Sans being uncomfortable at seeing how much joy the prospect of food brings Kris

- Sans being so mad and just wanting to go back to Frisk he purposefully ignored the information that Asriel RETURNED FROM THE DEAD  to give him

- Sans calling Frisk his wife :')

- Sans making a damn ghost blush

- 'Besides, if Frisk ever found out he’d ditched Asriel because he was too horny to pay attention, she’d snap his head off and drop-kick it into the river.'

- 'Though he stood tall and noble in the doorway, cerulean light outlining his otherwordly form, Asriel was squirming like an embarrassed teenager'

- Sans feeling more and more protective even when he heard Frisk did the barrier thing on purpose and it wasn't demon kid influence

- 'She’d just told him that she’d rather have his child than be the literal Queen, then wanted to consummate their relationship, and damn, had they ever…but the accident was the biggest thing on her mind now? It kind of stung to think she’d moved on that quickly.' oh my god Sans-

- Asriel desperate warnings. He just wants things to work out...

- Asriel congratulating them :)

- 'His wife. He had called her that, hadn’t he?' i l i v e for this segment

- Sans thinking about everything and instantly stopping when he spots Frisk and starts to think of nothing but Frisk-

- 'Regrettably, Frisk had put clothes back on'

- Just how enamored Sans is. I love it

- 'Sans knew distantly that he wasn’t supposed to spend the entire morning watching his mate do absolutely nothing, but it wasn’t his fault that every non-thing she did was amazing.'

- 'Was she okay? Could he kill something to make it better?'

- This whole morning scene

- Frisk calming him with a song and Sans' adorable sloppy way of saying it wasn't necessary

- Sans being salty how faster she checked off smex off her to do list pftt

- Sans thinking back to their night and his feels-

- Sans bemused by her vague to do list

- Frisk calling him 'love' and him embrassing her and popping the question and I can't I love this so much i love this story so much

Chapter 20

- God knows what kind of friend Mathilda is but I love that she told Frisk just how she should treat the proposal she got and that’s not how courting should be. That's a good friend move

- Frisk feeling giddy someone proposed to her because its her first somewhat-romantic thing

- Frisk being excited that in the future she can pick exactly who she wants to marry

- Frisk being salty all proposal letters are similar by-the-book letters

- the drinking games girls invented

- Frisk reflecting on all of the proposals she ever got and Sans' words

- 'She couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to even ask.

Didn’t he realize she’d already picked him?' AHHHHHHHHH always makes me feel soooo happy 

- Sans realising what he did and acting like a deer in the highlights

- Sans panicking when she pulled away a tiniest bit aaaa-

- 'The skeleton sounded cranky and noncommittal, but his thumb was unconsciously stroking the back of her hand, which was very distracting.'

- Frisk planniiing their futuuure hoouuuuse

- Sans in disbelief about her accepting him as her husband- his voice shaking- hhhhhHHHH everything about this moment

- Frisk amusing herself just how big he is in comparison to her

- Frisk wanting to bone him again as well~

- Sans losing it for a second when thinking about the damage he did

- ' “Don’t do that again,” he muttered, angry and tender.'

- ' “All right. From now on, I’ll try to communicate instead of getting carried away. I promise.”

The boss monster gave a melancholy sigh. “An’ I’ll do my best not to go at ya like I’m tenderizin’ meat.” '

- Them exchanging thoughts back and forth through the connection

- Sans shaming her for the 'smells' she left on his coat

- The revelation that Frisk was imagining them going at it with Sans not resizing his full body and only his new bone-

- ' "That seemed like the most important part,” she mumbled.'

- Sans calling it 'winky'

- Frisk's reaction to him calling it that

- 'It was no good: she couldn’t talk anymore. And when she started to recover, she made the mistake of glancing up at Sans, who also seemed to have calmed down…till he raised his hand and wiggled his little finger at her.' god i love this moment xD

- 'Grandiose declarations of love and defiance of societal conventions aside, she had to figure out what to actually say to everyone.'

- Sans hiding Frisk in his coat

- ' "What did I tell ya? Big damn fight over who’s the most sorry. Eh? Eh?”

“Yes, dear,” Frisk said tartly, enjoying his now-red face.'

- Pap and Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans' revelation. Their joy, just, all of it

- 'She [Undyne] made as if to give Sans a congratulatory punch in the ribs, thought better of it, and seized Papyrus instead in a gleeful headlock.'

- ' "Pfft! Don’t be such a human!” The Royal Guard Captain released Papyrus and made a show of sniffing her hands. “See? I just touched you for a second, and it’s all over me now! I’ve gotta take a bath later!” '

- The way Sans and Frisk exchange looks when they both realize Frisk is knocked up. I love this moment. Just plain 'huh'

- Frisk's firmness when she says she wants a boy

- ' “There’s nothing wrong with looking like a monster,” she rebuked him. “Some of us like skeletons, remember?” ' First of all, yes, second of all, you don't even begin to imagine how many of us like skeletons-

- Undyne calling out Toriel

- The tender moment Frisk and Sans exchange before going in. Hhhhhh ITS SO GOOD-

- my comment hitting Dale like a brick

Chapter 21

- 'Wherever they were, it smelled like important humans'

- 'This time, the Queen snorted so loudly that the cluster of monsters and humans looked askance; Asriel rolled his eyes and muttered something about being sick of puns already.'

- "My own dust and magic disrespecting me in front of our guests-" is a very weird sounding saying but i find it amusing

- ' "Say good night, Sans.”

“good night, sans,” he said promptly.'

- 'Even in a fairy tale, she didn’t matter.' this line hurts-

- Frisk being confused after Toriel kissing her and her misreading it as overstep of the boundaries nuuuu-

-  Sans' comment about having no pie

- Sans letting Frisk arrange herself against him and his challenging glare <3

- The fact that Sans acts like a cat this entire chapter. Lovesick fool. I love him.

- Toriel laughing at her stupidity and the way that it only makes Frisk angrier

- The fact that Sans is cuddling a bomb

- Frisk calming down because she worries about Sans

- Papyrus acting like he is in school jdvsjsvsuw

- Sans purring

- PAPYRUS SAYING HE'D NEVER BETRAY HIS FAMILY AAAAAAAA

- ' "BUT NO! YOU CALLED ME A RACIST! THE GREAT PAPYRUS DEMANDS EMOTIONAL RECOMPENSE!” '

- Sans gesturing at Frisk's boobs to show he is not to blame

- Frisk apologizing on Sans' behalf

- 'These were her friends, her Sans, Toriel…'

- Frisk being sad Chara denied her even her birthday day

- 'Frisk stopped to work some moisture back into her mouth, noting with melancholy amusement that Papyrus and Undyne were leaning over the table, almost literally hanging on every word.'

- Frisk casually calling Sans 'dear'

- The fact the King timed his visit with birth of his child so he wouldn't need to see Asgore

- Sans nestling Frisk

- The fact how much there's to read and we are only this deep into the story. So many more mysteries and problems to solve, and I can't wait to see it all

And that’s… That’s what I love. With all of my heart.

Thank you for writing this wonderful work, thank you for sharing it, and thank you for being an amazing friend 💖✨ Happy birthday, Ikky!

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Cordelia Cut the Fucking Bracelet

what’s up i got three people asking for this story which it good enough for me. i don’t write stories or fanfic a lot and i never post it so this is a first. I’ll put the story under a read more if i can figure it out. I almost exclusively use mobile so 👍 anyway, the format got a little fucky but oh well, i hope you enjoy

One year. That was the deal. One year of marriage, and then divorce. She would be free. Her reputation would be intact. And it will only take one year. And that year was almost up.

After months of their sham-marriage, James and Cordelia were almost finished. James imagined that she was ready to leave. They’d never had a real marriage. If nothing else, he was preventing her from finding a real marriage, a real husband. Besides, James had Grace. He loved Grace; he always had. He loved Grace, not Cordelia.

And yet, he found himself dreading the end of their marriage. After months of being with Cordelia, James had become comfortable. At least, that’s what he told himself. The truth was more complicated. He didn’t love her, but the idea of Cordelia marrying someone else was disheartening. He didn’t like the idea of someone else holding her, but he couldn’t tell why. He sat, deep in his thoughts, while Cordelia sparred with a training dummy. 

She was a picture of violent grace, her hair a blur of fire as she whipped her sword around her in a flash of gold. James watched, mesmerized. He knew what it felt like to thread his finger through that fire, to press his lips against hers. It had always been a ruse, something to convince everyone that they were in love. But maybe, James thought, it had worked too well. Maybe he had convinced himself, too. 

“James?” Cordelia’s breath was heavy from training, her skin glistening with sweat. “Is everything alright? You seem troubled.”

“Daisy,” James rose to his feet, striding across the room. “My Daisy,” he said as he reached her, his hand lifting to cup her cheek. “I-” his words caught in his throat.

“James?” Cordelia was staring up at him, confused. 

“Daisy, I,” he took a breath, steadying himself, “I find myself hoping that we might continue our marriage, beyond the year.” He spoke slowly, the words coming in segments. “That is,” he added, “if you would like to as well.” He gaze held still on her face, waiting for her response.

Cordelia knew that her marriage was a lie. But she still dreaded the end of it. She had hoped and prayed over the last year that it might become real. She and James had been friendly: reading, talking, laughing, but they had never been in love. At least he hadn’t. But he had always been kind about it, always trying to make her happy. But he couldn’t. Not when he didn’t love her. Nonetheless, he had stayed close, whispering, holding hands, holding her when she needed it. But never anything more. After the first few months, the pain had dulled from a sharp point to an ache, and his closeness had become comforting. Familiar. Constant.

Until it wasn’t. Over the past month, James has slowly been drawing away from her. Less touches, less jokes. Eyes darting away every time she caught him looking at her. Occasionally, she’d catch him gazing at her out of the corner of her eye, something like longing on his face. But it wasn’t longing. It couldn’t be. Could it? Cordelia dismissed his odd behavior, telling herself it was simply due to their marriage coming to its close.

Yet now, Cordelia couldn’t believe her ears. She had dreamed of this moment, a time when her husband would declare his love, real love, for her. And here he was, standing in front of her, the Mask gone entirely. And he was asking for her. 

But it wasn’t real. Cold silver circled his wrist; she could see it sparkle in the corner of her eye. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t. But here he was, asking her to remain married. And she couldn’t wrap her head around it. He still loved Grace; she knew he did. But right now, he was looking at her, face open, eyes brimming with hope. Those golden eyes that she loved so much. She could be like this, be with him, forever. He was asking her to be. And yet,

“No, James.” Although it broke her heart all over again, she pulled away. She couldn’t say yes. She couldn’t have a husband, a real husband, who loved someone else, even if he loved her, too. She turned away, ready to flee, but he caught her hand.

They stood, frozen, for a moment. She felt her hand slip out of his grip as he said, “I understand. Forgive me, I’ve overstepped your boundaries. It’s just, for a moment, I could imagine a world where we were… together. For real.”

Cordelia felt her breath hitch. She saw the world he described almost every night, in her dreams. If he could see it, too… But that wasn’t the only dream she had. Some nights, she was plagued by images of Grace. Dancing with James, talking to him, kissing him. The images drove her from sleep. She’d lay awake, James beside her, so close yet so far. And she’d contemplate curling into him, letting him protect her from her nightmares. But she couldn’t. Not when he was the subject. Not when he was the source. And although they often awoke closer to each other than when they had fallen asleep, Cordelia would not allow herself to move closer. Not while awake. She wouldn’t let herself get used to something that she was going to lose. She could suppress her desire. It was only for a year.

“I shouldn’t have assumed you could envision the same,” James was still talking behind her, begging her forgiveness.

“James,” she turned to face him, “I can envision that world. But it is not the world we live in. I’d lie to say I have never thought about it. About our lives if we stayed beyond the year. But I cannot.” She reached out, taking his hand into her own. “I find I wouldn’t mind to remain your wife, but I cannot be married to a man who loves me second.” She brought his hand up, showing him the bracelet on his wrist. “You love Grace, James. You always have. You always will.” She was surprised her voice kept steady. Her mind drifted back to the time, almost a year ago, when Grace had taken the bracelet back. James had kissed Cordelia, in the Whispering Room, so fiercely that she had allowed herself to believe it had been real. But it hadn’t been. 

“I love Grace,” he repeated softly, staring at the bracelet. “But I,” He cut off, turning his gaze back to Cordelia. “Daisy,” he whispered, his gold eyes dark with something she couldn’t make out. “Daisy, I-”

She brought a hand to his mouth. “Jamie.” She had kept him, trapped him, in a marriage he didn’t want, for almost a year. She would keep him no longer. Grace may have been engaged, but she had time to break it off, turn around and marry James if she so desired. “I have kept you for a year. I will not keep you any longer. At the end of the year, you will be free to marry whomever you wish,” she told him, “As will I.” He tried to respond, but she didn’t let him, “You love Grace. Far more than you could ever love me.”

The bracelet. James had forgotten about the bracelet, the pale silver cold against his skin. He had forgotten the world beyond Cordelia. 

“Daisy, please. I-” he choked, “I love you,” he said desperately, shocked at how right the words felt.

“No, James,” she dropped his hand, “you don’t.”

He watched her turn, scooping up Cortana on her way to the door. The silver circlet burned against his wrist.

“Daisy,” he ran after her, not daring to touch her. She froze nonetheless.

“James-” she turned around, facing him once again.

He spoke before she could continue, “Let me prove it to you,” he said, his hand rising, fingers coming to the bracelet on his opposite wrist.

“James, no,” she said, staring in shock as he followed the loop of the bracelet, searching for the clasp.

What was he doing? He was breaking his promise to Grace. Every part of him screamed at him to stop. Every part except one. And that part won out. He was a Herondale. Herondales love fiercely, completely. If his heart was the one telling him to take off the bracelet, to show her, then he would listen. He saw Cordelia tense, watching silently as his fingers fiddled for the clasp. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way her hair glinted like fire in the witchlight, her brown skin against the gold of her sword. 

His fingers had found the clasp. They worked around, trying to undo it.

And nothing happened. Cordelia released her breath, sounding slightly disappointed. The sound tore at his heart. He tried again. Still nothing. Cordelia turned wordlessly, once again heading for the door.

James was frozen. His eyes darted to the silver on his wrist. His fingers had the clasp, but when he tried to unsecure it, it wouldn’t budge. Something was wrong. He tried again and again and again. To no avail.

“Cordelia,” his voice came out hushed, no more than a whisper, “Cordelia, I can’t do it.” He felt panic edging into his voice.

“I know, James.”

“No, Cordelia. It won’t come off.” 

She could hear the panic rising in his voice. She spun around, appearing at his side in half a second, “What do you mean it won’t come off?”

“I can’t undo do the latch.” He was fumbling, hands unsteady in a way that was so unlike him. “I can’t take it off. I can’t-” he felt himself sink to his knees. “It won’t come off.”

“James,” she started.

“Help me.” It was a simple request, but he heard the desperation in his voice. He had scratched his wrist in his futile attempts to remove the bracelet, his skin becoming raw. The bracelet taunted him, sliver upon red. “Cordelia,” he said, her name like a prayer on his lips, his eyes rising to her face, “please. Help me.”

“Okay,” she said, “It’s okay, James. Let me.” She held a hand out to him. He placed his wrist into it. Relief flooded through him. Cordelia was a calming presence. He was aware of her hand against his arm. He was still panicked, but the overwhelming sense of wrongness was lessened by how right her touch felt. He stared into her face for a moment longer, taking in her features. Her brown skin. Her face was set, but her eyes shone with fear. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she bent her head, reminding James of a fire burning through a cold night. He held his breath as she tried the clasp. Nothing. She tried again. And again. And again. And again. She kept trying until he drew his hand back. “Okay,” she said, her voice teetering with unease, “okay. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” She had gotten up and was pacing back and forth. “We’ll send for Christopher. We can find Magnus. Magnus will be able to help. We can tell your parents-”

“No,” he cut in, “No, Cordelia. Please.” He was gazing up at her from the floor. She stopped short.

“James, we have to.”

“No, Cordelia.” He met her eyes. For a moment, the world held still. Time folded in on itself as James sat staring. Pleading. “Cordelia,” he said, “I’m scared.”

She froze. Time continued its crawl as he waited for her to do something, anything. 

Eventually she moved, coming to a crouch beside him once more. “James,” she said, “We need help. We can’t get this off you on our own.”

“I can’t,” he said, realization dawning, “but you can.”

“James, no,” she said, backing away. Was he crazy? For the second time in the past hour, Cordelia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was dreaming. She had to be. This was nothing more than a new, twisted nightmare. But the way James looked up at her made her heart skip a beat. His gold eyes staring at the wall behind her, brimming with confidence. In her. He kept that confidence as he told her the stupidest plan she’d ever heard.

“But you can,” he had said, rising to his feet. “Cordelia,” he fixed his eyes on her.

She knew exactly what he was thinking. And she couldn’t do it.

“Cordelia, you can cut the bracelet off.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“It’s the only way. Cortana can cut through anything.”

“Including your wrist, James!” She marched up to him, meeting his gaze. “I can’t do it. I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.

“You won’t,” he said, wrapping her in his arms. “Please, Daisy. Please do this for me.”

She was shaking in his arms. She couldn’t do it; she was shaking too hard. She couldn’t hurt him. She shook her head against him, “I can’t.”

His hands landed on her shoulders. He was suddenly holding her away from him, his eyes boring into hers, wild in desperation. “You can,” he said, “I know you can.”

Her heart tightened in her chest. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world. No one existed beyond this room, this embrace. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Then you can give me an iratze.”

“But what if it’s not enough.”

“It will be.” He looked at her with such intensity, she found she would have believed anything he said. “Please,” he whispered.

He sounded confident, but he was shaking all over. His eyes were wild; he spoke too fast. His movements were choppy, not at all graceful like his usual self. She imagined he would have vanished into shadows if he could. She numbly scooped up her sword. Cortana. Forged by Wayland the Smith. It can cut through anything. Not everyone believed it, but Cordelia had seen it firsthand. She had cut through the stone of Tower Bridge. She had shattered the barrier between worlds. She had plunged it into the chest of a greater demon, a prince of hell, Belial, James’s Grandfather. Surely she could cut a bracelet.

Cordelia took a shaky breath. She didn’t want to, but if he believed she could do it, she believed him. Forcing herself to meet his eye, she heard herself say, “Okay. Okay.” She sounded more confident than she felt. “But if this goes wrong-”

“It won’t.”

But those times had been life or death. They had been forceful swings, intended to harm, to maim, to kill. To protect James from the demons trying to manipulate him. How much force would it take to sever the bracelet? More or less than it would take to sever his hand?

She could feel herself shaking as she held out her hand once more. James placed his hand, palm up, into it. She drew the two of them to the floor, turning his hand over and closing his fist. She held it steady below the wrist. She brought her sword up with her other hand. She slid the end under the chain, laying the blade flat against the back of his hand. Despite her shaking, Cortana was steady in her hand. Cordelia glanced at James. He was staring at his wrist, shuddering under Cortana’s golden surface. She followed his gaze. The bracelet seemed to burn against her sword. Silver against gold, but the gold keeping the silver at bay. She took a deep breath and held it. She moved the sword ever so slightly to the side, catching the bracelet. She put more pressure on the sliver, increasing it slowly, trying to avoid any sudden jerks of the blade. The chain pulled, digging into his skin. She heard his breath hitch. She pushed harder. And harder. And harder. Until.

The sword pulled free, moving in a wide arc. The bracelet hit the ground with a dull clink. James closed his eyes as relief flooded his senses. He let out a shaky breath before opening them again. Cordelia was in front of him, her sword flung out behind her. Her hand was supporting his wrist, sending waves of lightning up his arm. He knelt there, frozen. She dropped her hands, laying her sword on the floor. Her hands flew to her belt, fumbling for something. A moment later, she was holding a stele to his arm.

“What are you doing?” he said breathlessly. “You didn’t cut me.”

“I know, but you scratched your wrist to hell, you idiot!” She was shaking, her voice tinged with relief. She pressed the stele to his skin, still despite her shaking. She drew the mark slowly, like she was afraid to make a mistake. Not that James could ever imagine her making a mistake.

He felt as though he had had an albatross draped around his neck, and Cordelia had cut it free. Her hand lingered on his skin for a moment. He could still feel her touch. She sat back on her heels, watching him, her expression guarded. He stared at her, their eyes meeting. He was dimly aware of his ragged breathing, the absence of the bracelet. But he was focused on Cordelia. Her eyes searched his, her hair swept around her, her lip between her teeth, like she was holding back a question.

He knew what it was like to kiss those lips. He remembered the first time he visited the Hell Ruelle. The way she looked in her bronze dress, dancing on stage as a distraction. It had been a very good distraction. And then later, in the Whispering Room. He thought about the way her lips felt against his, her waist under his hands, her leaning into him, pressing their bodies together.

Suddenly he was moving, grabbing her hands and pulling them to their feet.

“James?” she asked. The way Cordelia said his name made his heart stop. He longed to pull her closer, to kiss her the way he had in the Whispering Room. But he didn't know if she wanted it, so he did nothing.

“Daisy,” he said, his voice hushed. It was the only sound he could muster. The only word he wanted to say. "Daisy."

He must have been pulling her without realizing it, because she stepped closer to him. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled her into him, drawing her into his chest. She looked up at him, confused. But her expression held more than just confusion.

“James,” she started. 

He looked down at his wife. By the Angel, his wife. They were married. She was his wife. Obviously, he knew that, but it was dawning on him what that meant. They were married; they had been for almost a year. And he had wasted all that time. He realized that now. Now he knew that standing here, in his arms, was his wife. His face broke into a smile. It felt like the first time he had smiled in a year.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” he said, smiling down at her, “Am I not allowed to be happy with my wife?” He watched her face ripple. They had only referred to each other as husband and wife around company. She looked confused, and that looked deepened when he said, “I find myself, in this moment, very happy with you, Mrs. Herondale.”

He was about to lean in to kiss her when she drew away. “But James,” she said, breathless, “Grace.”

Grace. He had forgotten about Grace. Grace, who he was supposed to love. Who he was supposed to be willing to do anything for. Who gave him the bracelet. He thought about her, trying to bring back any of those feelings. He remembered feeling them, but now he couldn’t even imagine them. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone, anything, more than Cordelia.

“Grace,” he said. “I don’t love Grace.” The words came slowly. He realized with a start that they were true. He didn’t love Grace. He wasn’t sure he ever had. But, he had, right? He remembered loving her. But he remembered it the way he remembered a dream: hazy, disconnected, and a little bit ridiculous.

“What?” Cordelia asked in shock, “James, you love Grace. You said it yourself.”

“No, Daisy. I don’t love Grace. I know that I used to, at least I think I do. But not now. Right now, I can’t imagine loving anybody in the world more than you.”

“James, I-” she started. She was staring into his eyes, as if she was looking for a reason not to believe him, that this was all a sick joke.

She never finished her thought. James moved without realizing it. Before he could think, he was kissing her. Her lips parted in surprise. She was still for a moment, before leaning into him. She threaded her fingers into his hair. His hands moved to her waist. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue and felt her shudder. He grinned against her lips. She locked her fingers behind his neck and pulled him down. They stood, locked together, and let the world fade into the background.

When they finally came up for air, neither of them spoke. They held each other close, as if they were afraid the moment might end, and they would find themselves right back where they started.

“James?” Cordelia said at his ear. She drew back to meet his eyes, “What was that?”

He felt his smile falter, “What was what? The kiss? If you didn’t enjoy it, I promise to never do it again.” And he wouldn’t. Even if it killed him, James would never so much as touch her again if she asked him not to. He prepared himself for the worse. Which never came.

“No, I did enjoy that,” she said, blushing violently. “I was talking about the bracelet.”

“Oh.” One uneasy feeling had been replaced by another. What was that? “I’m not sure,” he admitted, “but I sure would like to.” He watched as she crouched down and picked the broken chain from the floor, holding it by one end away from them. “Why wouldn’t it come off? Do you think it was enchanted?”

“I’m not sure. We can send for Magnus. He’d be able to tell.”

“Yes. We’ll call Magnus.” He smiled down at her, “My wife is a well of great ideas,” he told her, sending her blushing again. “Maybe he could help me find a replacement. I get the feeling we should get on like none of this happened.”

“Oh.” She dropped her shoulders.

“I mean,” he added quickly, “in company. I think I should appear to still have the bracelet.”

“Oh.” She sounded relieved. “So, we could be…” 

“Husband and wife. For real. That is, if you would like to.”

“Yes!” she answered quickly, “I mean, that sounds… pleasant,” she corrected.

James smiled at his wife once more, “So do you think we might remain married?”

“Oh James, I would love nothing more.”

He drew Cordelia into his arms once again. She laughed as he spun her around. Later, they would send for Magnus. They would tell their friends their marriage had become real. They would discover the truth behind the bracelet. But today, right now, they would make up for lost time. They would lose themselves in each other. But they wouldn’t rush themselves. They wouldn’t have to. They no longer only had a year. Starting now, they would have the rest of their lives.

#the last hours #tlh #tlh spoilers #chain of gold #chog #chog spoilers #tsc #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #jordelia #writing #short story

[opheliajupiter99]

Once Upon a Rapture

(I don't usually do full-blown fics for AU's, especially not human-based ones, but goddamnit this was too good an idea)

The metal floor of a long-abandoned, rust riddled hall creaked heavily under the weight of the creature that lumbered through it. A hulking monstrosity of metal and flesh, tanks hefted upon its back, with tubing running all throughout its body, and a diving suit fused to its very skin; what little was left of it, anyways. A Big Daddy, as the locals knew it, specifically a Rosie model, a rivet gun in one of its arms, that hung down by its legs, the chains wrapped tightly around each wrist producing a hideous grinding sound as they scrapped against the metal floor.

This is what became of prisoners in Rapture. In the old days, these men were enslaved to help construct and maintain the city, able to go beyond its glass walls and travel through the ocean itself. But now, they were enslaved to a different purpose, a purpose this beast was lumbering towards this very moment. Its slow, almost laborious motion came to a stop before a tall, slender vent upon one of the walls. In most cities, vents were little more than a means of way going through and the occasional rat, but here, they were home to one of the most important members of this society - at least, in regard to ADAM production, the drug that made the whole city run-round.

The Big Daddy rose a hefty metal fist and knocked twice upon the vent, the sound echoing throughout the hall. After a moment of silence, soft clunking from the depths of the vent were quickly followed by a pair of small feet swinging out from the darkness, the sight making the once yellow glow from the beast's helmet turn to green.

Out from the vent crawled a small girl, clad in a filthy green dress with a red and white checkered smock over it, the pocket of which she quickly retrieved a pair of large, circular glasses, which she put over her eyes, making her already glowing yellow eyes seem to burn even bright under the lenses. As well as the glowing eyes, she had corpse grey skin, and she held in one hand a metal needle, very clearly designed for the very purpose of being wielded by a small child, which had attached to it a baby bottle, ready to be filled with crimson liquid. She was a Little Sister, as the locals would know it, essentially drug mules, genetically engineered to gather and carry the wonder drug the city craved so desperately.

The girl looked up at the hulking beast and beamed a wide smile, stretching a bit with a soft yawn, then giggling. "Good morning daddy! Let's go to the fountain today!" She declared with a nod, turning around to begin skipping forward down the hall, humming a cheerful tune as the Big Daddy began to lumber along behind her. To the normal eye, this city was horrific, not just in terms of disrepair, but in terms of the depravity and insanity that muddled nearly every nook and cranny of its rusted streets; but to a Sister, the city was not only normal, it was beautiful! Glistening, just as it did at its highest.

The pair emerged from the hall into a much wider space, looking like at one time it was a bustling courtyard, full of hope and civilians of all shapes and sizes, the eager giggles of children and loving looks of couples, but now, was stained with blood and cracked, just as everything else. The girl happily skipped along towards the fountain in the very center, skipping right past a charred corpse and scattered bullet shells, likely from an old fight the previous day.

She climbed into the fountain and began to 'splash' about; the fountain was long since empty, but to a Sister's sight, it was in perfect condition, so she splashed about in the nonexistent water regardless, giggling and swaying her arms from side to side, still holding the needle tightly in one hand. Thankfully, the courtyard was clear of locals this morning, likely because they'd heard the lumbering sounds of a Big Daddy nearby; or they were so hopped up on ADAM they were all still asleep.

The Big Daddy simply stood near the fountain, keeping a close eye on her; beyond their Sister's, Big Daddy's held no other thoughts. He remembered nothing of his farmhouse, of his father, not even of the man he'd traveled down to this city with. None of that mattered now, all that mattered was being a father to his daughter. Nothing. Else.

After a bit of playing, lumbering from the heights of a nearby staircase signaled the arrival of a second Big Daddy, that gradually came into view as the steps creaked under him heavily. It was a different model of Big Daddy, dubbed a Bouncer, short and round in stature, upon one of its arms a large, blood-stained drill, and clutched protectively in the other was another Little Sister.

This Sister was clad in a pink, frilly dress, with ruffles at the bottom and at her sleeves, with a poofy mass of brown hair upon her head that hung over her shoulders, and the same corpse grey skin and glowing yellow eyes as the others - though her grey was a bit darker in tone, and her yellow eyes were wide all by themselves, without the need for magnification, peering out at the word with the inquisitive nature of an owl.

The Sister smiled brightly at the other pair, the girl in the fountain stopping in her splashing to look towards her and return the smile. "Can we play too?" The Sister clad in pink questioned eagerly, to which the Sister in green quickly nodded. "Yeah! Come on!" The Sister in pink squeaked excitedly, her Daddy gently letting her down, retrieving some crayons and paper from a small bag she'd attached around her Daddy's waist before rushing down the stairs with many a giggle.

From there the pair of Sister's spent most of the early morning sat in the fountain, doodling with their crayons and talking back and forth, their father's standing nearby in silence, simply watching, not even acknowledging each other. But that didn't matter.

All that mattered was that the Sister's were happy.

#once upon a witchlight #bioshock #gideon coal #twig toadspring #horror #hootsie grimgrin #bioshock little sister #once upon a witchlight fanfic #bioshock fanfic

[zuccinniii]

ME??

writing Gideon x Kremy x Torbek fluff with transgender Torbek experiencing his period- now no longer having to deal with it himself, having two partners who only wish for his comfort and security to support and help him through this?

No way, only crazy people would do that.

(It's coming out soon)

((This ship is never going to leave my brain, also trans Torbek supremacy))

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #torbek #dnd #gideon coal #kremy x gideon x torbek #kremy lecroux #fanfic #transgender #im slowly losing my mind and i am taking everyone else down with me #transgender torbek my beloved #author is totally not projecting #trust

[cthulhusstepmom]

There are occasions, no matter how few, when Hootsie will be genuinely displeased with her Dad. Cause he’s the best Dad ever, but sometimes he really doesn’t act like it. Today for example. She’d simply been minding her business patrolling the beast tent when she’d come upon a tasty looking intruder. How was she to know that the giant rat snack was actually a “cat”? She’s not stupid, she knows what cats look like: they walk on two legs and they wear shoes and they like beans and breakfast. And what’s more, how was she supposed to know that this “cat” was actually the familiar of the mean wizard who always smells like shit(so what if she’s not supposed to know that word? She’s upset.)? It’s not fair is what it is, she was set up. If only she had that stinky bugbear to be a patsy. Alas here she is, sentenced to a whole half an hour in the time out corner; no fly-pad allowed and no chance for parole.

Fortunately(at least for her) the time out corner just so happens to intersect with the section of the beast tent with a missing peg. Over her various escapades, the canvas has gotten progressively looser so with just a wiggle and a hoot, she’s a free owlbear; Freshly on the lam and in need of a discrete hideout to hunker down till things blow over. Thankfully her time wheeling and dealing with the Carnivalé has left her with some connections in the criminal underworld, and she knows just the man who can help her out.

#slowly but surely figuring out how to write gricko #more study is required #hootsie grimgrin #kremy lecroux #gricko grimgrin #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #fanfic #cthulhus stepmom #ao3

[obsidiancreates]

Smooth Words, Sharp Teeth (Part 2)

Kremy LeCroux has a silver tongue and steady hand, all verbal agreements on his part and written ones on the parts of others. He has no pens, yet the ink of his contracts is always pitch-black. The promises and rewards leap off of the page and the consequences and fees hide in print smaller than an ant.

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Frost observes his companions quietly from where he leans against the wall to the lower decks. Gricko is a familiar enough face, and almost too familiar antics, as he holds a fish in front of Hootsie and moves around in an attempt to train her to do more tricks. Gideon is an interesting watch as he downs grog, his chains scrapping against the deck as he lifts the tankard higher and higher to get every last drop. Frost wants desperately to know more about those chains, about the why, the how, the story.

He could get it all if he wanted to. Just walk right into Gideon's mind and open every door, flips through every memory, glean every intent. And he's tempted.

But this... agreement? Truce? Partnership? Whatever this group is, these two duos come together, it's too fresh and new and easy to break for Frost to do any poking around where he'd not be welcome. It's also not right, morally, of course. But the mystery is so intriguing that Frost needs that extra nudge away.

Kremy is up by the helm, talking to the captain. He's got both hands wrapped around the head of his strange skull cane as he leans over the much shorter human man as the two negotiate terms.

Frost had wanted to, initially. But his two new companions had stopped him in his tracks, literally. Gideon had picked him up like an actual cat, dangling him in the air by his underarms.

"Let Kremy handle the talkin'," Gideon had said as Kremy himself re-applied that ridiculous drawn-on mustache. Up to that point, it was the most perplexing part of the alligatorfolk.

"I'm very good at negotiation," Frost had argued. "And would you mind putting me down? This is embarrassing."

"I think it looks kinda fun," Gricko had said from somewhere below. "Gideon, can you carry Hootsie around like that?"

"Uh... alright."

Frost was set down, Hootsie was scooped up with a happy hoot from her little beak, and Kremy finished touching up his "mustache". He gave Frost a confident smile.

"Trust me Frost, we're dealin' with some shady sailors here! No offense, but you're a little too... good-natured, to handle this."

Frost crinkled his nose. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"

"Depends on who you are and who's givin' it. Make yourselves at home fellas! We'll be on the move in no time." Kremy had given one last grin before moving aboard the ship, the rest following behind.

And so comes the present, with Frost sitting and watching as Kremy talks with the ship's captain. He looks enough in his element, but...

Well. They met Kremy in the middle of a jewel heist, and while it was Frost's and Gricko's first real Big Crime born of a desperation, it had been clear from the get-go that Kremy and Gideon were experienced, to put it mildly.

Frost gets up and, casually as he can, moves his way across the deck. He gets all the way up to the helm, moving to look out over the harbor like he's just trying to get a better view of the goings-on of the dock. The captain and Kremy don't pay him any mind.

"It's a fine deal, lad," the captain says in a gruff voice and thick accent just made for seafaring shouting. "But ye be carryin' delicate cargo, do ye not?"

"Just some odds and ends we're lookin' to trade," Kremy says back smoothly. "Nothin' you need to worry about."

"Aye, aye. O' course, needin' to worry isn't the same as not worryin', is it?"

"What'll soothe your worries than, friend?"

Frost glances back as subtly as he can. He sees the captain grin, and though the man's human teeth are nowhere near the points of Kremy's, his smile is just as sharp. "A bit o' reassurance, lad. A cut of your profits, just to make it worth my risk, you see."

"Oh, insurance. I understand that, in fact I respect it!" Kremy taps his fingers on his cane, his claw 'clink, clink, clink"ing against the inside of the eye socket. "But I'd feel much more assured if I could have that in writin'."

"We push off in less than half an hour, lad."

"No problem there." Kremy raises on hand and snaps.

Something opens. A portal of some kind, but nothing like Frost has ever seen from his masters or in his training. The portal that opens beside Kremy's head is dark, and active.

Wailing. Dreadful wailing. Voices overlapping as they cry out in horrible regret, in warning, but there are too many to make any sense of the words.

The portal itself is strange. It's pitch black, yet swirling. Neon shapes and outlines, horrible and strangely alluring at the same time. Frost's fur stands on end, hidden by his robes and hood. He nearly hisses at the thing.

But it's only open for a second or two as Kremy just reaches in and pulls out a scroll and a pen.

The captain eyes both of them warily. "What kind of magics do ye be bringin' onto my ship, boy?"

"I'm nothin' more than a simple warlock," Kremy assures, putting the hand holding the scroll to his chest. "The Good Baron is my patron, and that means that this contract is an unbreakable agreement. As soon as you sign, our shared interest in an uneventful voyage will be assured."

Frost's tail twitches as he waits for the captain's response. The captain seems to consider it for a moment, and then snatches the scroll away roughly. He reads it over, murmuring to himself as he does.

Frost tries to get a glimpse of the scroll itself, craning his neck. Instead, he catches Kremy's eye.

Frost freezes.

Kremy winks. He taps two fingers against his forehead and then gestures them at the captain, before turning his full attention back to the man in question.

Frost isn't sure why it's been suggested, but he reaches into the captains mind as he assumes Kremy wants him to.

"Would you kindly read a little faster, friend? I'd like to get this locked in before it's time to go."

In the physical realm, Frost sees the captain's eyes glaze over for a moment. In the realm of the mind, Frost feels it halt. He feels every thought stop, fade, and senses Kremy's words take hold.

Kremy is eyeing Frost in a way that's hard to read.

Frost eyes him back. Very easy to read.

"Well, it looks alright to me." The captain clears his throat as he holds out his hand for the pen.

"Good to hear." Kremy hands the pen over.

The captain takes it and puts the contract against the wheel to sign. Kremy watches without moving, casual and calm, as the ink begins to flow. The captain pauses for a moment, and then continues, beginning to sweat even as a breeze picks up and blows past.

It hits Frost's nose.

It smells of iron.

The contract rolls itself up as soon as the captain is done signing and disappears in a puff of neon-outlines shadow smoke. Kremy tips his hat to the man and saunters over to Frost with a gleam in his eye. "Well?"

"Well what?" Frost considers pulling his earplugs out. Would that work in combating whatever spell Kremy used?

"What was it like, being his mind while I used Suggestion?" Kremy is almost excitable as he asks. "Gid says it feels like nothin' but I'm thinkin' that's more on account of, you know, the haze of the magic and all."

"You do that to Gideon? Isn't he your companion?" Frost leans away from Kremy a bit and once again considers his ear plugs.

"We've got an agreement about it, don't worry about anythin'. So? What is it like?"

"It was... halting. Like um, like his very mind hit a wall and complete shut down for a moment. Like a-a snuffed candle flame."

Kremy is grinning as he listens. It's not the same grin he'd had while speaking with the captain. It's less sharp, less conniving, but given the context of why Frost feels no less unnerved.

"And then his mind was returned, but uh, it-it was influenced. Your will imposed like a-a layer over this own thoughts."

"You've got a real way with words, Frost." Kremy pats him on the back. "That was fuckin' music to my ears."

"You uh. Don't plan on using that on myself or my companion, do you?"

"What, you and Gricko? Nah, nah, not unless he opens his big fuckin' mouth and gets us into trouble. No offense meant, he just, seems like the type."

"... I wish I could say you were wrong."

"If you want to guarantee it-" Kremy snaps his fingers, and again that horrible portal opens for a moment. This close to it, to the wailing and neon glyphs and strange magics, Frost can't help him and does hiss at it, his tail poofing up on instinct. Kremy holds a contract in his hand in moments, and Frost tries his best to smooth out his tail fur using his mage hand as he regains his composure.

"No, no thank you."

Kremy chuckles, genuinely amused, and does a quick hand-flick motion that makes the contract disappear in a thin shadowy wisp of smoke. "I was just messin' with ya. I get the feelin' y'all aren't the type I need extra magical assurances for. You seem like an honest, well-meaning type'a guy. And your friend uh, Gricko?"

"Yes, that's his name."

"Alright. Yeah, you two seem like people I can believe won't be turnin' me in anywhere or stabbin' me in the back. I think a nice firm handshake is enough here." He offers his hand out.

Frost takes it, tentatively. He feels no magic along with the act. It's just a regular handshake between two gentlemen.

Kremy tips his hat to Frost. "Well, I'm goin' down below to make sure we get the nicer spots. If we're lucky I can even snag private rooms!"

"Yes. I'm sure luck will be your only factor."

"Look at that, ya already know me like a friend." Kremy winks at him and strolls down to the lower decks.

Frost quickly moves down to meet Gricko and Hootsie on the main deck. "Gricko, do not sign any contacts that Kremy gives you."

"What?" Gricko keeps scratching behind Hootsie's little ears. "What do you mean, Frosty? He seems like a swell guy! A real upstanding citizen! Other than, you know, the whole meeting during a caper thing, I suppose."

"Just, trust me. And not him, for now."

"Well, alright, Frosty. How long will we really be traveling with these guys, anyway?"

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Bedtime Story

Requested by: @izzytheninja Word count: 1010

Young Lightwood reader x Izzy, Alec and Jace (older siblings)

Request: How about an imagine where the reader is a Lightwood siblings (younger than max) and they always insist on getting a bedtime story for Alec Jace and Izzy EVERY night. And one night they are out super late on a mission and come back to find that their little sibling waited for them anyway, even though they were supposed to be asleep.   

You watched from the doorway, hidden from the light emitted by the witchlight torches. They created shadows that moved like the demons that haunted your nightmares and the lives of your family. Every sound seemed to be amplified: the creaking of floorboards as your parents paced in the library, the carrying sounds of their argument that made you want to put your head in between your knees and cry under your bed. Nights like these were the worst.

You couldn’t sleep. For every night since you could remember, your siblings had crowded into your room, telling you a story to help you sleep. Izzy would sit on the chair next to your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off. She would tell the story, book balanced on her lap, changing it when she thought it was boring. Jace and Alec would chip in occasionally. They usually sat on the edge of your bed or stood against the wall, adding the dialogue. Jace would talk in funny voices, making fun of Alec, good naturedly, when he tried. It always made you giggle and although you didn’t look, you knew Izzy had shot them the ‘Isabelle Lightwood Death Glare’.

However, tonight, they hadn’t come home. They had promised they would be back later and they had things to do first. It was late. You assumed it was midnight but you didn’t feel a sense of triumph for being awake this late, in fact you wished you could sleep.

BANG!

The sudden noise echoed around the hall. Then the whirr as the elevator began to move. Terrified, your heart sped up as you moved back into the shadows, holding your breath, eyes wide. The doors opened and your siblings stepped out. You let your breath out in relief. They were laughing, joking around. Jace and Alec wore gear whilst Izzy was clad in a beautiful white dress. Her makeup was smudged around her eyes, her whip curled around her wrist. Alec noticed your movement and looked at you.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. Jace and Izzy spun around to stare at where you stood, clutching your favourite toy bear. She swooped down on you, picking you up as she apologised for being out late. Jace looked concerned as he ruffled your hair. Alec smiled, guiltily. She carried you to your room, tiptoeing past the library although the yells blocked out any sound from the hallway. Alec shook his head disapprovingly as Jace covered your ears, making silly faces to distract you.

Jace opened the door to your room, bowing as if you were a princess to make you laugh. It worked. Izzy tucked you into bed, smoothing the blankets and pillow, fussing over them. Your room was pink with pretty glowing stars stuck to the ceiling. Your father hadn’t approved, believing that at your age, you should be more interested in hunting demons and runes than clumsily painted unicorns, clouds and birds that Jace had drawn on the walls.

Izzy’s hair was tickling your face as she leaned over to further fix the blankets. Alec and Jace were arguing happily about what story to tell you.

“Where did you go?” You asked, shocking them all. They obviously didn’t want you to know. “We were on a mission.” Izzy replied, shortly, taking the book from Alec’s hand. “Can you tell me about it?” You asked again, wanting to know why your siblings were late. “Fine.” Said Izzy after exchanging a look with Jace. However, she didn’t begin the story, instead staring pointedly at Jace.

“Once upon a time,” he started in a high-pitched 'princess’ voice, “there was a Shadowhunter called Jace Lightwood and he was wonderful. He was the best at fighting, the best looking and the best-” “At talking about himself.” Alec interrupted, rolling his eyes. Jace coughed.

“Anyway, Jace was leading his two siblings Alec and Izzy on a top-secret important mission. You can’t tell anyone, okay (Y/N)?” You nodded importantly. He seemed to consider you for a moment before nodding, deciding that he could trust you. He continued the story: “so they had to find an Eidolon demon at a special party. You know what an Eidolon demon is right? A shape-shifter. So it was a demon in disguise as a normal mundane boy. So Izzy managed to lure the demon into a back room so he couldn’t hurt anyone. Then, the incredible Jace and his side-kick and brother, Alec, followed them in.” He paused for a moment. Alec cleared his throat, continuing, all the while, Izzy was stroking your hair.

“Then as we were about to kill the mean demon, this short girl came in. She had red hair and a bad attitude but she could see us! She was a mundane with the sight.” “You don’t know that. She looked like a mundane but maybe she isn’t!” Jace interrupted. He looked animated when he talked about her. He moved his hands more and his smile was wide.

“Anyway,” said Izzy gently. “The bad demon kept saying silly things about bad people but the girl had distracted us and it managed to jump free. It fought with Jace but, as he keeps saying, he’s the best mediocre fighter or something.” She teased.

Jace carried on: “So I managed to kill it and then the bodyguards came in with this scrawny mundane. It was funny because the girl was the only one who could see us so it looked like she was in the room on her own. So then she left with them. Then we came home. The end.”

You yawned, tiredly. “Will you bring the girl you like here, Jace?” You asked, closing your eyes as you heard Alec’s laughter and a thump that was Jace hitting him. “We’ll have to ask Hodge first I think.” Was all he said, as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” Alec and Izzy did the same, turning off the bedside lamp as she left. Before Alec closed the door completely, you had drifted off into a calm, dreamless sleep.

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