"How rude, not even gonna ask for a name??" He teased. "Why are you here?" You glowered, raising the whisk. The skeleton scoffed: "Well, glad you asked sweetums! Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton." - Y/N, a ritzy waitress at Grillby's is plucked from her world of pancakes and Orange juice into the gun-slinging, smoke-breathing lap of one of the most fearsome dons in the city. Escape from him- let alone the King's Service that now hunts her down? I don't think so. **SMUT WARNING TO ALL THE UNDERAGE POTATO PATCH CHILDREN!!** - TRANSLATIONS WELCOME, JUST ASK MY PERMISSION FIRST - #1 in: sansxreader. 10th of May.

What if Amon caught up to Korra after she escaped Tarrlok and plunged down the mountainside in the snow? When Korra makes the startling decision to save the life of her ultimate enemy, both find themselves trapped in a hostile wilderness. Despite their frustrations, they must rely on each other in order to survive. Warning: Amorra intentions.

Jak jen říct, že cítím lásku k monstru... U téhle fanfikce radši mějte po ruce bělidlo 😄