"Hey, little pup?" "Sans, I'm 18 years old now. You don't have to call me 'little pup'" "What do you want me to call you then? 'Little boss'?" "Really? Sans, you just mixed the two names I don't want you to call me" "Oops, sorry..." "Just call me Frisk when Toriel and Asgore isn't around" Sans shrugged. "Sounds good enough for me" Sans has known Frisk for 10 years now. He and his brother, Papyrus, has been protecting her ever since, who knew she'd also become their boss. Watching Frisk grow up through the years, learning new things everyday, New enemies are coming for her, new obstacles started appearing, with everything popping up all at once, would they still be able to protect her? Sans have also grown strong feelings for her. But he didn't expect to meet his rival. And he's not gonna back down to some 'God of hyperdeath'. Will he win? WARNING: you're about to read a dangerous love story, be warned...

this is actually my very first time making a story and this a random thinking and some or most won't have pictures till I get them

Lemons and stuff!! I take requests, but I also write some of my own stuff. It can be character x reader or character x character. Yep stuff

Monsters and Humans have lived together for some time now, not saying that they all like it that way. Most of them don't actually. You, on the other hand, enjoy their company. You live with an adoptive Monster family, and on the way meet Monster friends. Until one day, one of them becomes more than "just friends."

FRANS This is a request and I have been really exited to start writing it! I really hope you like it! Echotale is not my AU! Neither is Jailtale! This is just my own little version of it. So please, do not get mad at me.

This story will contains things such as ABUSE, CAPTIVATION, VIOLENCE, ect. This is the only warning I will give, so if it's not your cup of tea- sorry about that! . . . Death. War. Violence. A world torn apart by two separate races. In a place like that, can peace even exist? Will you fight for your freedom as a human? Or lose yourself in the arms of a monster? . . .