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Verdana by @underfart-snas
Been busy with school lately. 😑
Unexpected: Part Five
So here we are. It’s been a long road to get here, we’re at the end of this fic. We’re not at the end of babyhell, god no. That’s going to go on forever. I will absolutely still write about the kids, I love them.
Thank you everyone for being so patient on this, I know it took me so long. I had to fight through illness and injury and depression to get this done but holy shit I did it. I love everyone who has been with me on this journey and a special thanks to my dear friend @underfart-snas for even letting me get away with this nonsense.
Toriel softly pulled the brush through Frisk’s auburn hair, “my child, are you nervous?” Frisk had been oddly quiet the entire time the pair had been getting ready.
Frisk watched in the mirror as their mother curled locks of hair and pinned them down, “I’m just worried they won’t believe me.”
“One must expect a healthy amount of skepticism my dear,” Toriel backed away to observe her work. Frisk’s hair set up with golden buttercup hairpins, curls of auburn in an ornate pattern. “I assure you the monsters will believe you, my word is that of pure honesty and is always well respected.”
Frisk sighed, “I just don’t want rumors,” they rested a hand on their pregnant belly, “I think about when they’re older, what if they get picked on? Or someone tries to tell them Sans isn’t their father?”
“It is a little early for those thoughts, no?” A soft chuckle, Frisk felt their mother squeeze their shoulder, “my darling grandchildren will have some trait from that skeleton, I truly believe that.” Toriel softly kissed the top of Frisk’s head, “even if it’s just bad jokes and his troublemaking tendencies.”
“The doctor says they look human,” Frisk’s concern was spelled across their face, “also I’ve been having the worst agonizing heartburn so that means they have hair… I think?”
“Ah yes, a human maid we hired mentioned that when I probed her for information,” Toriel smiled and scratched her head, “I tried to look on that internet you children seem to enjoy so much but I spent most of my free time on that ‘pinterest’ spiderweb.”
“Website,” Frisk corrected while holding back a chuckle, “it’s not a spiderweb.”
“I am too old for this,” Toriel sighed as she glanced at the large ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the room, “my dear, go acquire your husband it’s nearly time. The press should arrive soon.”
People had taken notice of Frisk’s absence.
Normally Frisk acted as princess and ambassador, they would do the traveling their parents didn’t have time for or mediated important meetings. It wasn’t always an easy job, but, they were determined to create a lasting peace between both peoples. In the early stages of their pregnancy, Frisk got away with wearing looser clothing. Opting for large coats and more flowing feminine tops. Now, however, Frisk was large. A fact that their aching back would not let them ignore.
It began to cause unease through the diplomatic circles when fellow ambassadors from human nations we not greeted by Frisk’s easygoing smile. Instead greeted by the stoic proud face of King Asgore. The tension came to ahead when a visitor flat out asked of anything awful had befallen the princess, leading to excuses and cover-ups.
It was just safer this way, too many opportunities for something to happen early on. Frisk was in the clear now, they were only a couple weeks out. Realistically they could go into the hospital next week if Frisk felt so inclined, they had even read that labour could begin at any moment from this point on. Frisk hadn’t decided for sure if they wanted to wait for nature to take it’s course or if they wanted modern medicine to assist them. On one hand, being pregnant was absolutely exhausting and they were ready for it to be over. On the other hand, not much was known about the effect any modern medicine would have on children that were not fully human. A breathy sigh, looking in the mirror more closely. The hairpins were beautiful, the buttercups had become a symbol of perseverance. Frisk would persevere. Things would work out.
The family decided to hold something akin to a press release. Humans and monsters alike were called to gather in front of Toriel and Asgore’s home. Their home, while not as amazing as a palace, was a large estate on land gifted to them. The world had changed so much. There was no longer a small village near Mt. Ebott; it was a bustling city.
Frisk walked down the hall of her parent’s large abode, as they were about to turn a corner they heard a conversation, quickly ducking back around they listened carefully.
“I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S PISSED AT YOU, I WILL NOT ALLOW HER TO ATTEND,” they immediately recognized the voice of Papyrus. He seemed beyond furious.
“I’m tellin you, she has no interest ,” the other voice shot back, it was Undyne, “she was just a little hurt that such a big deal was hidden from her.” It sounded honest, a pang of guilt settled in Frisk’s chest.
“BULLSHIT,” Frisk winced, the angrier Papyrus got the higher his volume, “SANS TOLD ME SHE SHOWED UP AT HIS HOME. SHE WAS SNEAKING AROUND IN THE COVER OF NIGHT. DOES THAT IDIOT SCIENTIST THINK IT WOULD BE WISE TO DO ANYTHING TO MY NIECE AND NEPHEW WHILE THEY ARE STILL INCUBATING WITHIN THE HUMAN?” This situation was simultaneously heartwarming and terrifying, “I WILL KILL WHOEVER DOES THE CHILDREN HARM,” a momentary silence hung in the hall. “DO I MAKE MYSELF ABUNDANTLY CLEAR? YOUR DUTY TO THE ROYAL FAMILY COMES BEFORE ANY PERSONAL BUSINESS.” His devotion to his unborn niece and nephew was intense, perhaps a little too intense. Hopefully, he would mellow out soon.
Frisk heard a dejected sigh, “Yes Sir, I understand Sir.”
“UNDYNE, YOU ARE DISMISSED TO YOUR POST,” the loud stomp of plate boots faded from earshot.
Frisk peered around the corner to see if Papyrus had left, only to be greeted by him towering above them. Frisk looked up and blinked a few times, unsure what to say. He always looked mad, it was hard to read if he actually was.
“THE CHILDREN WILL NOT BE GETTING ANY STEALTH FROM YOU IT SEEMS,” his expression was softer than usual, his words almost sounded like a joke. Frisk was amazed. They secretly thought if he lightened up and smiled more his face would crack.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have eavesdropped,” better to apologize now, Frisk thought, “I was headed to get Sans and didn’t want to-oof,” the sudden ferocity of a child kicking made Frisk double over, leaning on the nearby wall for support.
The motion was alarming to Papyrus, so woefully unequipped to deal with a heavily pregnant human, “ARE YOU OKAY?” he asked, very real concern in his voice.
“Yes,” Frisk sucked in a breath. The kick, unfortunately, was followed by a false contraction. “They’re just misbehaving,” an idea sparked in their head. Frisk quickly grabbed Papyrus’ gloved hand and placed it on their stomach. “You haven’t felt them yet, right?” Frisk softly smiled, eyes almost glittering, “they’re still bouncing around.”
Papyrus was silent, not making eye contact but Frisk swore they could see light red blush across his cheekbones. After a few moments, he slowly took his hand away, his eyes darting from Frisk to his hand and back again.
“CARRY ON,” Papyrus’ words were slightly fumbled. Before leaving for the courtyard to resume his duties, he pat Frisk on the head. Saying nothing further he disappeared from sight down the hall.
“i don’t think the big bonehead gets it ‘cause monster babies are a lil’ different,” Frisk turned their head to see Sans standing behind them, “shit,” he paused, taking in their beautiful glowing face, “you always look so irresistible when your ma’ does your hair.” They felt his arms wrap around them, he leaned in such a way he was able to rest his skull on their shoulder. “nervous?” unfortunately it seemed everyone was about to pick up on how Frisk felt.
“Yeah, it’s going to be interesting for sure,” a heavy sigh as Frisk rested their head against his, “I’m already exhausted from walking.”
“you gonna miss being a human goldfish bowl?” Frisk barely noticed Sans sliding his hands under their shirt, resting them on their belly, “papa is here, settle down for mama.” Sans whispered into Frisk’s shoulder, hoping their bones would carry his low voice to his children.
Frisk looked down, a soft red glow from beneath their shirt and a comfortable warmth that made them drowsy, “your children are not goldfish…” they teasingly pouted, the stirring ceased and the pain subsided. Frisk relaxed their shoulders.
“everyone feelin’ better?” Sans asked, removing his hands from under their shirt and buttoning the last few buttons his hands had caused to pop loose.
“Much better,” Frisk turned to plant a kiss on his cheek, “thank you.”
“anything for my sweetheart and my gremlins,” he grinned when frisk teasing slapped him.
“Children! Not goldfish or gremlins,” Frisk playfully scolded laughing until a throb of their SOUL made them frown, clutching their chest lightly.
“sweetheart?” immediate concern and fear plagued his face.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” it faded as quickly as it had came, “let’s go… but first, I have to pee, again.”
-
“Queen Toriel, how long did you know the princess was pregnant?” A blonde human reporter shouted, pens neatly holding her hair bun in place.
“Princess! Why did it take so long to address this?” A dainty white rabbit monster hopped up to try and see passed a tall lanky human cameraman. Noticing her struggle he stepped aside to let her closer to the stage.
“How will the infidelity affect your marriage? Will it affect the throne in any way?” a bipedal sphynx crossed his arms as a crocodile took notes.
Frisk stood beside their father, his massive hand gently patting their shoulder. Asgore stood tall and proud, he was a kind man despite his outward appearance and past interactions. Sure, sometimes he had trouble showing it, he was very busy after all. It was with small gestures and actions he showed affection. Frisk could hear her mother talking but not what she was saying, everything a hum and a blur. So many humans and monsters, so many news crews, maybe a doctor or two. They scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Papyrus, Undyne and the Snowdin Canine Unit worked to push the encroaching reporters back from the stage. The lithe deep copper form of Chienna stuck out from the crowd, only because she was waving ecstatically in an attempt to get frisk’s attention, on her shoulders the small daughter of Doctor Pierce, Cassie. Frisk managed a shy wave, the acknowledgment sent the dog monster into overdrive, tail wagging excitedly. She was joined by the doctor who simply nodded and smiled when he saw Frisk watching.
Frisk glanced at Sans who stood beside them, he looked stiff and uncomfortable. Reporters didn’t seem too interested in what he had to say. Any questions lobbed at him were of divorce and heartache. Frisk laced their fingers through his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“The children are of both human and monster parentage,” Frisk tuned back into Toriel’s speech, “This is a joyous unprecedented event and it is as true as the sun rises.”
A silence swept over the crowd, hushed whispers, monsters and humans alike in shock.
“Your highness,” a brunette softly spoke, “you do realize your claim could change everything we know and everything your people know.”
“We’re aware,” Toriel lowered her head, “things will be different now, with the possibility of interspecies children I would like to push forward with more social policies.”
“No disrespect,” the blonde from earlier chimed in, “but where would those children really belong? If they’re not monster and not human, do we really want them double dipping in society and reaping the benefits of both?”
Another throb in Frisk’s chest, a soft gasp attracted the attention of Asgore, silently looking down at the small human in concern. They waved it off as nothing. Sans however, was not as easily assuaged and carefully watched Frisk out of the corner of his eyesockets.
“Unfortunately,” Toriel paused, quelling the irritation in her voice, “that was quite disrespectful, however, I understand it comes out of a place of fear. Fear of the unknown.” Toriel’s ability to keep composure was unmatched by any monster in the underground, “we all have a healthy fear of the unknown, but these are mere children. Do not pass judgment on them for they have not yet lived their lives or committed any actions.”
Suddenly so dizzy, the pain in their SOUL growing stronger. Biting their lip to hold back a cry, hand squeezing Sans so tightly Frisk was concerned they would accidentally turn him to dust. They couldn’t make a scene, couldn’t show something was wrong. They needed to stay dignified until the conference ended. Just thirty minutes more. A sharp throb in their uterus made them double over slightly. Their body was not going to make this easy on them. Deep breaths, they leaned on Sans for support now. Still shaking their head before he even suggested they rest, they didn’t need to sit down, they were fine. They had been through worse than this. Sans rolled his eyes at his wife’s endearing stubborn determination.
Silently catching Asgore’s attention, he motioned to the uncomfortable Frisk and then a motioned away. Asgore nodded, moving to tap Toriel, who had taken a pause to hear concerns, on the shoulder and whisper in her ear.
“Unfortunately, that is all for today, Frisk need-”
Their mother’s words cut out, the world around them faded to black static for only a second before they found themselves in their bathroom. Sans instinctively turned them towards the toilet just in time for them to throw up.
“sorry sweetheart,” he patted Frisk’s back as they reeled from the nausea of teleportation, “i had to get ya out of there.”
Frisk could only nod and groan in reply, breathing heavily until they could stand again. “I…I’m going to lay down.”
“i might as well too,” Sans reached to remove the hairpins from Frisk’s hair, hair still slightly curled fell to frame their face, “if we need to go to the hospital or somethin’ wake me up.”
Frisk nodded, leaving the bathroom to flop unceremoniously on the bed. Sleep claiming them before Sans got into the room
-
Summer wind blew through tall grass, sky so clear it seemed to go on forever.
Frisk could feel the cool breeze and the warm sun on their skin, they realized they were in a dream, they were at home in their bed after a long day. This was nice though. Their sleep had been dreamless or restless for a while now. Usually due to discomfort or the need to use the bathroom every hour.
Sitting up they looked at their surroundings, a large clear pond and what looked like Mt. Ebott in the distance. Foxtails and bulrushes lined the shore of the pond, Frisk suddenly found themselves at the shore, they didn’t remember walking over. They didn’t recognize this location, the town should be here, not a field. Everything felt so empty.
The glimmer of a golden buttercup caught their eye from under the water, reaching they picked it up.
Cleaning the mud from its surface they noticed two distinct features, the center of the flower was a soft pink and the back of the flower itself had an engraved letter V.
Frisk looked around, seeing the glint of several more buttercups. They decided to follow them along the bank and collect them. Seven in total, each with a beautiful pink center.
V-i-v-a-l-d-i
“Vivaldi,” Frisk read aloud, flowers dissolving into pink dust in their hands. A warm feeling in their chest as they watched the dust get caught by the wind and blown to a nearby tree. Another golden buttercup hung from it’s branches. These were only slightly different, the center a soft blue. Again the letter V started them on their quest through the nearby trees. Each holding another letter. Another seven letters.
V-e-r-d-a-n-a
“Verdana,” like the former, these golden flowers also turned to dust, the dust the same blue as the center. “Vivaldi and Verdana. These are names?” Frisk wasn’t sure who they were speaking to, perhaps an entity beyond their comprehension had gifted them a dream.
It was shamefully true that Frisk and Sans had not put enough thought in naming their children. They were running out of time, they had only a week left before Frisk would have to be induced. Labour seemed so close yet so far.
An uncomfortable rush of fluid woke them. First confusion, had they embarrassingly wet themselves? They had done so well not to at this point.
Then, the realization hit.
Frisk’s water had broke. The pain they had felt earlier that day were labour pains, or at least the beginnings. Gasping loudly they shook Sans awake, “We have to go now!”
-
A kindly middle-aged nurse had helped Frisk out of their wet clothes and into a hospital gown. It wasn’t the most comfortable garment in the world, stiff and starchy. Sans had played with the knots at the back once or twice, playfully exposing a bit of their shoulders and giving them a nibble or two when a nurse wasn’t looking.
Frisk laid back into the pillow, thankfully they were given a private room. Sans walked around looking at the small bits of equipment before finally settling on hunting for something to watch on the small tv across the room.
“Vivaldi and Verdana,” Frisk said breaking the silence.
Sans looked away from the TV for a moment, a blonde woman was making absolutely dreadful looking food, “huh?”
“It’s silly but I had a dream, Vivaldi for the girl and Verdana for the boy,” Frisk took a moment to crunch on a few ice chips that the nurse had given them.
“vivaldi and verdana,” Sans repeated, seeing how well it sat in his mind, “i think those are okay.”
“Are they ‘okay’ or ‘good’?” Frisk frowned, slightly irritated at his lack of meaningful input, “this is what they’re going to be called forever.”
“no I mean okay I like ‘em,” Sans rolled himself over to sit beside Frisk in the wheelchair he had ‘borrowed’ from a closet in the room. He fit rather poorly in it but found some fun in rolling around, “i’m bad at crap like this so i’m glad you figured somethin’ out sweetheart.”
Frisk let out a pained whimper, a simultaneous contraction of their SOUL and uterus stole the breath from their lungs.
“does it hurt?” Sans asked, reaching for their hand only to be shot an icy glare.
“N-not at all,” sarcasm dripping on Frisk’s words as they endured through another contraction, “g-go get me more ice.”
Sans nodded, untangling himself from the too small wheelchair, “be right back.”
As one would expect the maternity ward was filled with many women. An awkward feeling hung in the air as Sans wandered the hall. Some were yelling, some were outright screaming and others had settled on crying. One woman in particular, was grumpily pacing the hall, speaking in a language Sans had not heard before. Each word sounded bitter and spiteful. He decided it was best to avoid her path as much as possible. Frisk’s rage had seemed a walk in the park compared to what some of these poor humans were enduring.
“Hey skeleton man!” Sans turned as he heard a familiar voice.
The man he had met at the convenience store months ago smiled back at him. The man was pushing a demure looking blonde woman holding a newborn baby in a wheelchair. “Hey I saw the press thing, wow that’s sure cool!”
“uh, yeah, hey pal,” he wasn’t too sure what to say, “this your wife?”
“Yeah this is my Katya and our new daughter Cynthia,” the woman smiled and held the child close to her.
“Привет,” her voice very sing-songy and light.
Sans had absolutely no idea what she had said, however. Never before had he heard such a word spoken. He glanced up at the husband and shrugged.
“Oh sorry, she doesn’t speak a whole lot of English,” he smiled apologetically, “she said hello.”
“oh, hey,” he gave her the least frightening grin he could, “listen i gotta go, my wife hasn’t had the kids yet and needs ice or something.”
“No probs, I understand,” the man shrugged, “hey good luck! Once Katya can walk around we’re going to be discharged, see you around!”
Like an odd friendly force of nature the man disappeared down the hall, Sans decided he had to have some horrifying secret. That man was entirely too cheerful.
After wandering around for nearly twenty-five minutes Sans finally found a nurse to help him get ice, the hospital staff seemed so overworked and rushed. The nurse helping him looked ready to drop into a deep sleep where she stood. She acquired the biggest paper cup she could find from the busy kitchen and filled it to the brim with tiny shards of ice. A tired smile and she sent Sans on his way.
The chorus of crying in the hall had not ceased, he started to feel real pity for every woman stuck with this seemingly unreasonable pain. Finally he reached Frisk’s room, his quest for ice completed he entered the room with a soft smile, “sorry it took me so long sweetheart…” That was odd. Frisk had drawn the curtain around their bed and remained silent, “you oka-”
It was like he lost the ability to speak. Frisk sat there in agonized tears, muffled cries escaping through their gritted teeth. Their SOUL in their hands outside their body. It looked… different. Thin threads of white magic being pulled from it, unraveling like a ball of yarn. White magic collecting inside Frisk’s body where their children still resided.
“H…Help me,” Frisk whimpered as they fought for breath, lip nearly bleeding from being bitten.
It took a moment for his mind to unfreeze, this was more akin to a normal monster pregnancy. He could handle this. It was just a transfer of magic. There was nothing he could really do until the process completed. He was immediately at Frisk’s side, hand running through their sweat drenched hair, “shh, it’s gonna be okay sweetheart.”
“It..it,” Frisk gasped as the threads pulled once again, “ithurtssobadplease,” words almost unintelligible. Deep breaths, Sans gritted his teeth as they let out another painful scream and another. He felt so helpless.
A nearby nurse had finally decided the amount of screaming was beyond normal levels and rushed into the room, having much the same reaction as Sans did. “I don’t know anything about magic,” her voice panicked all her medical training meant nothing, “I’m gonna get the doctor.”
Sans rolled his eyes, noting how fishy it was that he didn’t see a single monster doctor or nurse at this hospital. Not that one could really help Frisk at this moment but they could help educate and calm people down.
The pain’s intensity hit its peak. Frisk’s face red, chest heaving to catch their breath as the last of the threads disappeared. Flopping over onto their back as Sans helped put their SOUL back into their body. All their energy expended but still crying, at least now only dealing with pain from one source. Heart still racing from the ordeal.
Moments later a doctor and several nurses ran into the room, checking charts and machines and vitals. Sans heard chatter he really didn’t get. Dilated? They were dialated enough? He noticed Frisk’s legs were now up, they had sat back up and gripped his hand as tightly as they could. Everything was silent, Sans couldn’t hear or comprehend. Everything moving so quickly and slowly at the same time. He was so disoriented. Hand now on his face, his skull hurt. He hurt everywhere, every single bone wracked with the worst pain he could imagine.
Frisk was yelling, a nurse cheering them on.
It’s a boy.
You have one more, she’s right behind.
It’s a girl.
The shrill cry of his children snapped him out of his daze. Numbness washing over him all at once in a few waves. He immediately understood.
He started aging.
“S-Sans…are you…okay?” Frisk asked weakly, nurses had set the two newborns on Frisk’s chest. Weak exhausted arms clutching them to their chest.
“Yeah…” he removed his face from his hand to stare at Frisk and the newborns. Once again rendered speechless until a pair of nurses grabbed them and took them away, “where are they taking them?” he had become panicked.
A third nurse smiled, “just to the hospital nursery, you can come with me and see them if you want,” she reached for his hand, “we need to clean up your wife anyway.”
The nurse had brought him to a room with a giant window, he had been told he wasn’t supposed to be inside right now but that she would make an exception. She lead him to two small hospital cribs sat side by side.
They looked so human. Pale with a few wisps of auburn hair. Already they looked so much like his sweetheart. Carefully he caressed the cheek of his son, his small face scrunched up, one eye opening.
A black sclera with a red iris.
Sans grinned, his kids would look like him after all.
-
Frisk slept soundly, someone had put their hair up for them and tucked them in. The moon high in the night sky, shining pale light through their open window. The room had become so stuffy, how wonderful someone thought to let some air in.
A breeze brushed across their face.
(rest now, you did perfect)
Sans snored from an armchair someone generously let him borrow, it was the only thing big enough for him to comfortably sleep in in the entire hospital.
Frisk’s eyes sleepily fluttered open, they had thought they heard something but it was so faint. They yawned and closed their eyes again, must have been their imagination. They didn’t have the energy to worry about it.
They needed their rest for the days ahead.
Roses and Hooligans
Ooooh what’s this? It’s not sansfrisk? Kaze are you okay??
Fuck yeah I am. Nar x Verdana fluffy stuff <3
Psssh pssh pssh.
Nar squeezed the trigger of a spray bottle onto a table in the empty restaurant, other hand wiping the wet surface with a rag. Tossing any small garbage onto the floor so she could vacuum it up and throwing the larger trash in a black bag, it was the usual nightly cleaning routine. Humming along to a tune in her head to pass the time, the sound system long since shut off.
“...okay if I head out early?” her grandfather’s voice called from the bar at the other end of the dining room. Grillby wasn’t as young as he used to be, cyan and lilac flames fading in colour. Almost as if he was greying. A fact his friends lightheartedly teased him about, Sans especially.
The pink flame nodded, “mmhmm! Momma let me take the car so I-I have my own way h-home.” Nar had been filling in for her mother at the restaurant. Her parents had given birth to another little ember and someone had to help Grillby. Nar didn’t mind too much, though, her grandpa had a lot of knowledge to dispense. The job was tough and busy, but, it passed the time and gave her the spending money every teenage girl needed.
“...goodnight dear,” he nodded, adjusting his glasses and patting his granddaughter on the head before heading towards the door, “Nar.. don’t let any hooligans in and remember to lock up.”
“O-Of course!” Nar saluted her grandfather with a jagged grin, making sure to lock the door behind him. The restaurant had many tables and chairs to wipe down, she estimated she was halfway done and had at least another hour of work ahead of her. Not to mention all the dog fur she had to vacuum out of the booth seats and carpet, they were the best customers but were shedding their winter coats. With a heavy sigh, she returned to her duties, not the most fun way for a seventeen-year-old girl to spend her Saturday night.
A tall figure watched the pink fire through the large glass window at the restaurant's front. Thick white fur obscuring their face, a trail of carmine magic wisped like smoke from under the hood. A bony hand tapped on the glass. Nar didn’t seem to hear. They tapped again louder this time, causing the girl to turn her head. Coal eyes squinting for a moment before being hit with the realization. Setting the cleaning supplies on a nearby table Nar unlocked the door and beckoned the figure close.
“Verdana?” She whispered, peeking around to make sure no one was around to see him there.
The figure’s hands quickly pulled down the fur hood to reveal a mop of messy brown hair and a sharp-toothed grin, Verdana Dreemurr. “in the flesh hot-stuff,” his red and black eyes staring down at her with an intensity that made her SOUL flutter.
“W-Wait, did you shift to human form for that joke?” Nar’s expression immediately turned deadpan, “Your hand was b-bone a second ago…”
“ya caught me, and i called ya hot stuff because you’re fire,” Verdana winked, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was at least a good foot and a half taller than her, “gramps here?”
Nar shook her head, “he left f-for the night.”
“score, mind if i come in an’ chill?” his smile was infectious, attempting to break down her better judgement. He was winning.
“I’m not supposed to l-let any hooligans in,” Nar’s tone was more playful than serious. Still, she didn’t want to betray her grandfather’s trust too much.
“me? a hooligan?” he feigned offense, eyes widening and clutching his chest in an over exaggerated fashion, “i’ll have ya know I am prince verdana dreemurr, i’m at the very least a winsome scoundrel or rapscallion!”
His performance ushered a giggle out of her, “Vivaldi t-teaching you new words?”
“‘course she is,” he shrugged, walking past her into the dark dining room, “they all mean i’m cool, though.”
Nar sighed, quickly following behind him, “and a t-troublemaker. If you’re gonna stay you need to n-not make a big mess.” She caught his sleeve and tugged, Verdana turned to look down at her. “Promise me. I-I can’t make grandpa mad at me.”
Verdana’s human visage dissolved away, leaving nothing but bone. “okay okay, i won’t prank gramps,” he flashed a lopsided grin, if her face could burn any more than it was, it would be, “skeleton’s honour.”
“You’re only h-half skeleton,” Nar released his sleeve and crossed her arms playfully, “I need a better p-promise than that.” She looked away from him, hoping he didn't notice her blush.
“Weird monster human hybrid’s honour? uhh,” He sat himself down in a booth near where Nar had resumed cleaning, watching her wipe down more tables, “that’s bout all i got.”
Giggling again, a soft smile on her face, “w-works for me.”
Verdana sat in silence as Nar scurried around cleaning, fluctuating between his human and skeleton forms, seemingly out of pure boredom. Nar watched him out of the corner of her eye, he acting stranger than usual.
“T-that doesn't tire you out?” She finally asked, having finally finished the tables and moving on to fight with the cord of an unruly vacuum cleaner, “t-to change so much, I mean.”
“hmn? a little, i guess,” he turned to watch her, noticing her struggle Verdana rose from his seat and walked over. Crouching down, he smiled, face for the moment human and much too close for Nar's comfort, “here, let me help ya.”
“O-okay…” Nar felt the gentle graze of soft skin over her hands as he took the cord from her. He had held her hand once before, not romantically, just teasingly. She was fairly sure she loved him. Loved him since she saw him put a lizard down the teacher's shirt in elementary school. His smile made her SOUL feel like bursting, but, his feelings were too hard to read. He was either too cool, calm and collected or a complete goofball. There was no in between with him, it was unfair. At least his sister was always in a state perpetual tranquility, even her fury.
It took him moments to untangle the vacuum and start the job himself, he was terrible at it but was trying. He'd do anything for her, the lovely rose flame he'd become so enamoured with. Watching her finish cleaning while he tangled the cord around his feet, playing off each time he nearly tripped as something he meant to do.
The cleaning was finally completed, it was late and took a lot longer than expected but the restaurant would be ready for business on Sunday evening. Verdana yawned, returning to the booth he had sat at previously, resting his head on one hand.
“T-thank you, Ver,” Nar nervously adjusted her black dress shirt, avoiding his eye contact. “For b-behaving and helping me out and stuff.”
“no prob, i need to help the next eventual owner of this place.” He shrugged, looking down at his phone and then back at Nar.
“O-oh, you heard about that,” Nar sighed heavily, flames growing a little dimmer, “that they want me to take it over when I'm older.”
“my old man was talking to gramps ‘bout it and he mentioned something to me,” Verdana frowned, noting her change in mood, “what's up Rosie?”
“I-I told my mom I wanted to be… something else,” she threw her hands in the air, “I d-don’t know yet but something!”
“then do it,” he stated matter of factly, absently playing with a lock of his own hair before he made it disappear again, “follow your dreams or somethin’ mom would say.”
“I-it’s not that easy,” she didn’t expect him to understand, “I don’t w-want to disappoint my family.”
“ya won’t disappoint anyone,” Verdana traced a skeletal along the scar under his eye, “didya try talkin’ to them?”
“N-not yet,” Nar took a few steps forward, “and y-you don’t know that.”
“if i can act like a dipshit and not disappoint the entire royal family,” Verdana reached out for her sleeve and tugged her closer, “Rosie, you ain’t gonna disappoint your family by doin’ something different. you’re so smart, funny, pretty and you’re going to do well at everything you try.”
Nar looked down at his hand, still firmly grasping her sleeve, his thumb brushing the fabric. She looked up at his eyes, intense and sincere. Saying nothing, she nodded. The brightness of her flame springing back to life, soft pink glow illuminating her surrounding area. “Verdana…” she paused, mind swimming as it tried to sort out her words. She couldn’t hide that she was burning a deep magenta, every time she opened her mouth no sound came out. SOUL beating out of her chest.
His moves were too quick for her to process, his arm now wrapped around her waist, the other hand lifting her chin. He gauged her response, her eyes locked onto his. Thinking for a moment about what would be the best plan of attack, he shifted appearance. Brown hair now framing his face, her now eyes closed.
It was a strange sensation, she didn’t have lips in the traditional sense. Her form was firm and warm, wisps of flame tickling his skin. He felt the heat on his lips, started out almost unbearable but cooled as she sensed him shift in discomfort. Nar was unsure what to do with her hands, deciding to rest them on his chest. Verdana seemed to know what he was doing, hands sitting on either side of her face.
It lasted a few moments, Nar now glowing like a lighthouse at sea. Verdana pulled away grinning, leaning back on the table. One hand still on her face, fingers phasing through the fire that made up her ‘hair’.
“W-w-wow, I u-uh,” It was impossible now for Nar to come up with anything to say. Her mind ceased to function, “I uh, g-gotta get h-home and d-do you need a ride?” if she could sweat she’d be sweating bullets.
Verdana chuckled, removing his hand from her face and collecting his phone from the table, “nah gonna shortcut home, imma text you later kay? we should hang out tomorrow.”
Nar nodded, there was a faint sound of static and a flash, Verdana was gone. She was alone. Looking around to make absolutely sure he wasn’t hiding somewhere she took a deep breath. What could only be described as a loud squeal rang through the empty restaurant. She couldn’t believe that happened. Finally, finally after so long they kissed. A tension in her mind released. She had a date tomorrow.
Sketching Vivaldi and Verdana.
FF Babyhell AU by @underfart-snas
Flowerfell Babyhell FAQ - Kazefiend Edition
Does the creator of Flowerfell know about it?
Yes! Sanei actually gets to read the chapters before anyone else! The chapters get approved by Sanei meaning I’ll edit and tweak the readability if they request.
When is the next chapter coming out?
Unexpected is now COMPLETE.
Can we write fics/comics/art based on babyhell?
Fics NO. Fanart is fine. This has recently changed.
HOWEVER, this is just my permission and my terms. You also need to ask permission from @underfart-snas .
Can I roleplay the twins?
Never. They are Sanei’s OCs.
Will exactly how Frisk got pregnant be explained?
I can outline the headcanon, but that's all I can do.
Monster pregnancy is very much tied to their SOUL. The mother monster takes some of the father monster’s magic into her SOUL. Both parties have to want a deeper connection with each other, specifically a connection of family. Monster pregnancies are NEVER accidents. It is also NOT done through standard intercourse. It is done through SOUL Sex.
Frisk and Sans had a subconscious desire for a closer connection and Frisk has just enough magic to accept Sans’ magic. Something he probably should have sensed. What can ya do? Through some magical force of will, the magic Frisk received from Sans managed to be compatible with their human reproductive system. Thus pregnancy.
Will you write anything about the babies after Unexpected is complete?
Of course. I love those kids to death, they are my world.
Why do you answer questions with Sailor Moon gifs?
Cause I can.
That's about it for right now. More may be added later.
Scar. ..what if Viv got a scar after the cut on her cheek healed??? bet those events will be something to remember. vivaldi belongs to @underfart-snas / @kazefiend