#Aka Google Docs deleted EVERYTHING I wrote yesterday

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| YWIW | Chapter 19 - Lions & Snakes | Read it HERE on Ao3 | ❤️‍🔥

Word Count: 9,891

Chapter Excerpt~

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Frisk’s anxious fingers wove through thick brown hair, and Sans was quietly captivated by her while she mindlessly braided her tresses out of her face. While his mind was constantly racing with his own terrors and anxieties, something about her presence soothed him. Made him realize that his life wasn’t a train derailing and crashing into what little sanity he had left. Despite this, the train kept racing along; a lot was on both of their minds. 

How did that witch find out about that power? How have I never known? She’d almost taken Frisk… He was forced to remember when Frisk had almost lost it completely. She’d almost killed him in a feral fit of rage. If she’d been able to do what this new Determined witch could do… would she have succeeded? Would she have ripped out his soul and left his body to crumble into dust? 

Facing a Determined One who’d taken the dark path to corruption… would they be able to make it? Looking at the bruises on Frisk’s arms and face, he knew the answer. He just wasn’t able to admit it to himself. 

What if it's all for nothing? What if everything I’ve done falls apart and the mafia comes back stronger than ever? I can’t let that happen. I have to win, I have to. Her chest constricted and burned her from the inside as her anxiety balled up in the pit of her stomach. 

It was then she noticed Sans gazing at her and she sucked in a slow breath. “Sans…” she whispered. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in for an embrace. She squeezed him tight before pulling away, just a hair’s breadth from his fangs. “Once this is over… if it ever fucking ends… promise me you won’t let me get into anymore bullshit battles or rebellions… or anything where I have to have all the answers. If I have to do this anymore I think I’ll combust,” she breathed. 

His grimace softened with understanding and he rested his forehead against hers. Knowing Frisk… “Trust me kid, if I thought I could actually keep you from stickin’ your nose into this shit, I’d’ve done it by now.”  

She scoffed with wry laughter. She hated that he was right. It wasn’t that the world never stopped turning. The world would always turn. It was her stubbornness, her refusal to just stand by and do nothing that made her turn along with it. He knew her too well. It was almost annoying if not for the fact she knew he felt the same about it all. In that, they shared understanding and solidarity. 

He brushed his thumb along the contour of her cheek, and over the plump swell of her lip. He’d missed those lips. Telling him it would all work out. That she needed him, no, better, wanted him. That she had his back through thick and thin. 

Another gust of wind, and he swept a loose hair from her face before leaning into her. He stopped himself, a hair’s breadth away from her nose, eyes half-lidded as he took in the sight of her.  

Before he could say anything, she let out a blissful sigh and fell into his kiss. As soon as her lips met his fangs, he yanked her closer and met her in her passion. She breathed him in as if he were her oxygen. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and deepened their kiss with a gentle tilt of his head. Tongue, lips and teeth locked in a carefully wonderful dance of love. 

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