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APJFM Calendar to Chapter 51

Spoilers for Chapters 1-51 below the cut.

September 1933

Saturday, September 9, 1933: Reader takes a job working for Muffet as a call girl. Her first client is Sans, that evening. (Chapter 1)

Sunday, September 10, 1933: Reader is booked with other clients and starts exploring the monster districts. (Chapter 2)

Monday, September 11, 1933: Reader continues to work for Muffet and explore. (Chapter 2)

Tuesday, September 12, 1933: One of Reader's clients threatens to attack her, and Reader escapes and contacts Muffet. (Chapter 2)

Wednesday, September 13, 1933: Reader continues to work for Muffet and explore. (Chapter 2)

Thursday, September 14, 1933: Reader meets Muffet and hands over her share of the money she's made. (Chapter 2)

Friday, September 15, 1933: Reader has an appointment in district 1, then explores the park. She meets Sans there. (Chapter 2)

Saturday, September 16, 1933: Reader has another appointment with Sans and accepts his proposal. She settles things with Muffet that night. (Chapters 3 and 4)

Sunday, September 17, 1933: Reader brings her extremely ill sister, Sasha, to the surface, then rents an apartment and sends Sans the key. (Chapter 4)

Monday, September 18, 1933: Reader visits Sasha in the morning, then starts writing notes to Sans and buying furniture. (Chapter 4)

Tuesday, September 19, 1933: Reader prepares the apartment. In the evening, she meets Sans there. She spends the night there alone. (Chapters 5 and 6)

Wednesday, September 20, 1933: Reader visits Sasha and learns that Prince Jerren volunteers there. She meets two of her old friends. In the afternoon, she meets with Sans, then goes dancing, meeting another one of her friends and her fiance. (Chapters 6 and 7)

Thursday, September 21, 1933: Reader visits Sasha, then meets with Sans, who unveils his promised surprise. (Chapter 8)

Friday, September 22, 1933: Reader visits Sasha and buys Sans a robe. That evening she meets with Sans, and they have sex. (Chapter 9)

The intense session leads to some aftercare and a conversation. Reader spends the night at the apartment, listening to music and drawing. (Chapter 10)

Saturday, September 23, 1933 Reader's day off. She and Sasha have a conversation about Jerren. Reader runs some errands, goes to see her movie, then goes dancing. (Chapter 11)

Sunday, September 24, 1933

Reader comes across Sans in the shared apartment. She tells Sasha how she's getting the money, while Sans reads her reply to the note he had written the previous night. (Chapter 11)

Reader learns about Sans and about monsters from her two books. (Chapter 12)

Monday, September 25, 1933 Sasha gets information about Sans out of Reader, and is upset to find out he's a gangster. (Chapter 12)

Sans shows up near the end of the session, has a quickie with Reader then hangs out with her. (Chapter 13)

The conversation leads to him showing her their souls. (Chapter 14)

Tuesday, September 26, 1933 Reader overhears Jerren and Sasha talking and winds up encountering Jerren. Sasha is upset by the ensuing conversations and wants to be alone, deeply hurting Reader. (Chapter 15) Sans notices Reader's distress and gives her the day off. Reader sees a science fiction movie, after which her purse is stolen. Sans, who'd gone to the same movie, retrieves it for her. (Chapter 16)

Wednesday, September 27, 1933 Around two in the morning, Sans reads the patterns of the anomaly's activity. (Chapter 16.)

Sasha and Reader make up. Reader draws a picture for Sans, gradually becoming more and more worried when he doesn't show up and eventually deciding to stay at the apartment. (Chapter 17)

Sans shows up around eleven, after Reader is asleep. (Chapter 18)

Thursday, September 28, 1933 Reader wakes up to find Sans has drawn her a crossword. She fills it out on the aerial tram and finds Sans was involved in stopping a kidnapping. Overnight, Sasha has had a minor episode of what she calls her "wrong days." Later, Sans thinks about what he knows about the anomaly. (Chapter 18)

Sans tells Reader about his freelancing work, and about the kidnapping of his friends' children Frisk and Asriel. (Chapter 19)

Reader learns about Sans' body and has particularly intimate sex with him. (Chapter 20)

After a second round of sex, Sans gives Reader a present and calls her his girl. Delighted, Reader starts working on a puzzle for him. (Chapter 21)

Friday, September 29, 1933 Sans ponders what he calls the 'black hole timeline,' which the anomaly has apparently accessed early in the morning on Thursday. (Chapter 21)

In the morning, Reader visits Sasha, and they reminisce about the past. She encounters Jerren as she leaves the hospital, and rejects his offer to take her back to the Courtyard to visit her family's graves. (Chapter 22)

Reader thinks over Jerren's offer, and when he makes a second attempt, she agrees. Back underground, she finishes the first puzzle for Sans. He shows up later that evening and cheats his way through it, getting her off so she won't protest. (Chapter 23)

Saturday, September 30, 1933 Sans muses about the anomaly's character and fantasizes about his human, but is startled when her alarm goes off at 5 AM. (Chapter 23)

Reader goes up to the Courtyard and arrives at her family's graves. (Chapter 24)

There, she has a difficult conversation with Sasha and finds a sense of peace. She also explores the house she used to live in and has a short conversation with Jerren. (Chapter 25)

At lunch, Reader decides she wants to become an illustrator and considers her feelings for Sans. She's drawn into a discussion about soul colors. (Chapter 26)

The group plays "Never Have I Ever"; Ionathia is revealed to be pregnant, and bows out of the party. Jerren, Reader, Adaleia and Sasha continue their afternoon together, and Sasha and Adaleia fall asleep. (Chapter 27)

Jerren and Reader walk in the palace gardens, where Jerren reveals that realizing that his father will die soon has made him reevaluate his life. She's drawn into telling him about life underground, and he talks her into going with him to a concert of her mother's songs. (Chapter 28)

Jerren and Reader break into the home where the concert is being held, where they have a series of adventures that soften Reader towards Jerren. On the way back, Jerren offers to bring Reader and Sasha back to the Courtyard, no strings attached. Reader is tempted, but remembering Sans makes her remember all of her other doubts about Jerren, and she turns him down. (Chapter 29)

Jerren is enraged by Reader's refusal of his offer. He's verbally and physically abusive to her, and claims that he knows about her situation, but doesn't apparently know she's with a monster. Reader manages to get Sasha back to the hospital, then goes back to the apartment she shares with Sans. (Chapter 30)

Sans drops by the apartment to drop off the rent and Reader's salary for the month, and he's shocked to find her injured and traumatized. He's angered that she won't tell him who did it, but tries to win her confidence by healing her and having dinner with him. (Chapter 31)

Reader asks Sans to stay with her past dinner, but when she breaks down crying he feels uncomfortable and leaves her. He returns later, and they spend more time together. (Chapter 32)

Reader wonders if Sans is going to want to have sex with her, and her feelings about it are complicated and conflicted. He does initiate sex, but quickly realizes she doesn't want it and stops. He offers to hypnotize her so she can sleep, which she agrees to. (Chapter 33)

Sunday, October 1, 1933 When Reader wakes up, she finds a note from Sans giving her the week off and a way to call on him. (Chapter 33)

Reader visits Sasha and levels with her about Sans. They wonder if Jerren can see the future, and decide that it's not safe for Reader to visit Sasha until things die down. (Chapter 34)

Reader returns underground, licking her wounds at the shared apartment and starting to communicate with Sans through the notebook. (Chapter 35)

Monday, October 2, 1933 - Thursday, October 5, 1933 Reader and Sans continue to communicate, while Reader adjusts to her new reality. She tells Sans she wants to see him on Friday. (Chapter 35)

Friday, October 6, 1933 Reader finds a stuffed dog and a magic dildo from Sans. She learns about the upcoming Clearnight festival on the surface; Clearnight is the 22nd, and the festival starts on the 15th, a week earlier. (Chapter 35)

Reader finishes her third puzzle for Sans, sleeps with him and falls asleep before asking him to have dinner with her. (Chapter 36)

Saturday, October 7, 1933 - Sunday, October 8, 1933 Reader spends her weekend off sewing and drawing, feeling anxious about her sister and her situation. (Chapter 37)

Monday, October 9, 1933 Reader attempts to make dinner for Sans and fails; they have sex, and he goes to get fast food for them. (Chapter 37)

Reader and Sans have dinner and dessert and share a little about themselves. Reader invites Sans to spend some more time at the apartment after dinner. (Chapter 38)

Reader and Sans hang out for the evening and have sex again, after which Sans agrees not to sleep with other women while their deal is active. He changes her days off to Wednesday and Sunday. (Chapter 39)

Tuesday, October 10, 1933 Reader finishes the last puzzle and has sex with Sans, during which he gets frustrated and demands the last letter of her name. (Chapter 40)

Afterwards, they share Nice Creams and she opens up to him a little bit about her past and situation. (Chapter 41)

Wednesday, October 11, 1933 Reader's day off. She gets nostalgic about her family, has a visit with Gracie and works on her drawings. (Chapter 42)

Thursday, October 12, 1933 Reader feels a little stir crazy and decides to cash in her free sundae before meeting Sans. She winds up stuck as a guest of some gangsters who are making a play for control of the area. (Chapter 42)

The situation turns dangerous when Jack and his men, who belong to the rival gang that controls the area, show up. (Chapter 43)

She breaks the wishbone, and Sans defuses the situation peacefully.(Chapter 44)

He then takes her to the apartment and tries to help her avoid creating traumatic memories by getting her to focus on drawing. (Chapter 45)

They also play a game of Scrabble, in which Reader wins $10,000 to donate to a whitepox charity, and Reader does other puzzles until the six hour mark. She stays in the apartment, although Sans has to leave because of his job. (Chapter 46)

Friday, October 13, 1933 Reader sticks around the apartment, although Sans doesn't show up until the usual time. She has dinner and sex with Sans. (Chapter 47)

She listens to an opera with him. He says he won't be there tomorrow but asks her to spend the night there. He has a job overnight. (Chapter 48)

Saturday, October 14, 1933 A nervous Reader spends the day holed up in the apartment. Around midnight Sans shows up bloody and drained of energy. He realizes for the first time that her regard for him is genuine, not just because of her job. (Chapter 49)

Sunday, October 15, 1933 Sans explains his part in the war, and Reader agrees to stay at the apartment with him while the war is going on. (Chapter 50)

They have an intimate conversation and sex, and when Reader makes a bid to get Sans to stop freelancing, he's forced to realize that she truly loves him. (Chapter 51)

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alittlepieceofwarcraft · 6 years

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Night Elf: A Character Guide

This isn’t to try and tell you what to do and what not to do; this is for people who want more lore accurate characters and don’t know where to start.

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History

Evolution (Year -15,000): Night elves are descended from a tribe of dark trolls encountering the Well of Eternity 15,000 years ago. Those who remained near the Well began to evolve into taller, near immortal beings that resembled what we now know as night elves. Several other races originate from night elves directly: Highborne began as an upper class of night elves that served their then-queen Azshara. After The Sundering, Year -10,000, arcane magic was outlawed in night elf culture and those high elves who refused to give up the practice were exiled and went on to establish Silvermoon City (finishing construction in Year -6,800). This in turn went on to form the Blood elves following Arthas’ invasion of the city (Year 20), and eventually continued on to form Void elves (Blood elves exiled for delving into the Void). Nightborne are Highborne who splintered off and left the conflict during the War of the Ancients. Naga and satyr even are descended from night elves, the former originating from the surviving Azshara loyalists of The Sundering.

It’s A Kind of Magic (Year - 13,500): Night elves begin to study and use arcane magic to build cities, create artifacts and reshape the land. Some resist the urge to use it. Some begin to revel in the use refer to themselves as “Highborne”.

The Sundering (Year -10,000): The War of the Ancients was an important series of battles against the Burning Legion wherein their previous queen Azshara attempted to summon Sargeras into Azeroth. This resulted in the single continent on the planet being split into four separate ones that we know of today. The Lunar Festival begins to celebrate the defeat of the Legion and at some point around here, Nordrassil is created.

Changes in Government (Year -9,400): Tyrande Whisperwind positions the Sisterhood of Elune as the head of both government and military, the Sentinels are formed and Malfurion Stormrage begins training other druids.

War of the Satyr (Year -9, 300): Armies of Satyrs, past night elves turned demonic, begin attacking night elf civilisations. Ralaar Fangfire and Belysra Starbreeze utilise the Pack Form to combat the threat, creating the first worgen. They are imprisoned in the Emerald Dream by Malfurion when they prove to be unpredictable and dangerous.

Exile of the Highborne (Year -7, 300): Since the Sundering, arcane magic was outlawed, fearing another. Although the punishment was death, it became clear that far too many of their people were still practising and unable to face executing so many of their own, they are exiled.

Here Kitty, Kitty (Year -4,000): Tyrande saves the frostsaber queen, Shy-Rotam, and her kin become allies of the night elves.

Isolation (Year -10,000 - Year 20): Night elves were largely unknown outside Kalimdor until the Third War due to their isolationist nature. Medivh mentions knowing the history of The Sundering by the kaldorei in The Last Guardian (First War), but he doesn’t know what they are called today, meaning the term night elf wasn’t heard of then.

Out of the Woods (Year 20): Orcs sent to Kalimdor begin raiding the forest resources and killing Cenarius, causing hostilities with the night elf natives. Immediately after, the Scourge begin to attack. Tyrande awakens Malfurion from the Emerald Dream. Archimonde attempts to attack Nordrassil, but is defeated by the night elves and aid from Thrall’s new Horde and Lady Jaina Proudmoore’s forces. The night elves sacrifice Nordrassil as well as their immortality to save Azeroth. Fandral Staghelm wanted to create another World Tree that would restore the night elves' immortality but Malfurion warned against this but he suddenly fell into a coma and his soul was lost within the Emerald Dream, and Fandral forged ahead with his plans unopposed, becoming the new leader of the druids. This new tree was Teldrassil and the night elves founded Darnassus. However, this tree was corrupted and the dragon aspects refused to bless it.

Let’s Make This Legal (Year 27): Teldrassil’s corruption worsened and it’s discovered that Xavius, an ancient Highborne noble and the first satyr, was responsible, and that Staghelm was part of it and that he induced Malfurion’s coma. With the aid of other druids and the Green dragonflight, the nightmare was defeated. Ysera and Alexstrasza blessed Teldrassil, restoring nature's bond with the night elves. Tyrande and Malfurion are formerly married, concreting the night elven government as a co-leadership.

Welcome Home (Year 28): Mordent Evenshade sought an audience with Tyrande they combine resources, skills and numbers to prepare the wider night elven race for the challenges and Tyrande accepts and night elves are permitted to learn the ways of arcane magic.After an outbreak spread the worgen curse in Gilneas, the Shattering also destroyed the reefs which protected this human kingdom from naval attacks and the Forsaken take advantage of this and invade. The night elves intervened and helped the worgen in acquiring the Scythe of Elune so they could to understand and deal with their transformation. They welcomed the worgen into Teldrassil, allowing several female worgen warriors to join the Sentinel army and bringing Worgen druids into the Cenarion Circle.The Shatterspear tribe joined the Horde assaulted northern Darkshore, though the night elves were able to fend off the attack. Two Horde offensives were launched against Ashenvale and both were stopped. However their assault on the new settlements of the Bilgewater Cartel in Azshara was held off,and a massive Horde-constructed bomb destroyed Thal'darah Grove in the Stonetalon Mountains. The biggest contribution for the night elveswas at Mount Hyjal, where Ragnaros invaded to try and destroy Nordrassil and the Cenarion Circle. The Shadow Wardens and the Green Dragonflight united against him, forming the Guardians of Hyjal. They were successful in fighting off the initial fire elemental invasion, resurrecting several of the Ancient Guardians. Aided by Fandral Staghelm and his newly formed Druids of the Flame even managed to infiltrate the Firelands, killing Ragnaros and many of his lieutenants, including Staghelm, as well as constructing the Sentinel Tree to keep watch over the area.

I Wanna Live Forever (Year 30): To restore the immortality of the Night elves, Lorekeeper Vaeldrin looked for the Pools of Youth, created by an ancient civilization that predated Queen Azshara. He opened a portal to the Krasarang Wilds. Tyrande had a vision sent a group Sentinels, led by Vaeldrin's daughter, Lyalia, However, the target of the spell had been warded using lost Mogu magic, imprisoning the expedition in a magic bubble that slowly drained their life. An Alliance adventurer freed them with the help of Kang Bramblestaff, and the freed expedition constructed a base camp to search for the pools. It turned out that the pools do not grant their immortality freely. Instead, they are used to transfer life energies from one person to another. Lyalia is captured and killed. Vaeldrin, using some of the water from the pools, used his own life energy to save her. The night elves also helped the Pandaren fight off the Dojani mogu and aiding in the defense of Stoneplow.Later on, being one of the largest forces the night elves gained a strong presence at the Shrine of Seven Stars. A powerful artifact called the [Divine Bell] was discovered. and he night elves moved it to their capital for study and safekeeping. The city was infiltrated and the bell was stolen by the Horde. During the Siege of Orgrimmar, Tyrande had mustered an army of her people in Ashenvale and began a slow march towards Orgrimmar. She and her Sentinels then distracted Garrosh's Kor'kron, allowing Alliance forces and Darkspear rebels to invade the city.

A Very Bad Dream (Year 32): The Emerald Nightmare is revealed to be still active, its source being located at the tainted World Tree, Shaladrassil in Val'sharah Xavius re-established his ties to the Burning Legion and attempts to use the Nightmare to corrupt the world, however, his true loyalties remain with the Old Gods. He captures Malfurion and taunts Tyrande away, distracting her so he can corrupt Ysera. He succeeds and the adventurer along with the elves are forced to slay her. Xavius is killed and the Emerald Nightmare begins to dissipate and the Emerald Dream is restored. Later, the prime naaru, Xe'ra, sent her [Light’s Heart] to transmit an urgent message to the defenders of Azeroth that reveals she believes Illidan was a foretold champion to save the world and adventurers sought to revive him. He aided the Armies of Legionfall in Tomb of Sargeras and Kil'jaeden is killed. Illidan had forced their hands into immediately landing the army into an invasion of the Legion’s homeworld, Argus, as he had left a rift from Azeroth to Argus open. He is present Argus Campaign and ventures into Antorus to free the Pantheon and Argus’s world-soul from the Burning Legion’s grasp. The Pantheon was eventually freed and the Vindicaar’s champions slew Argus the Unmaker, the dark titan created from Argus’s world-soul. Sargeras was imprisoned in the Seat of the Pantheon, Illidan serving as his jailor.

Vengeance is Best Served Dark (Year 33): Sylvanas Windrunner invades the night elven lands of Darkshore and burns down Teldrassil during the War of the Thorns. Tyrande, Maiev, Sira Moonwarden and Shandris Feathermoon approached King Anduin Wrynn to ask for aid in retaking their lands. However, due to their campaigns in Zandalar, Arathi, and Kul Tiras, Alliance forced were too far spread and he had to refuse. Tyrande went ahead to retake Darkshore herself. Along with an adventurer, the three other elves follow her and find her ship at Zoram Strand, which contained a book about the ancient ritual of the Night Warrior, a dangerous feat. She however succeeds and they track down Nathanos Blightcaller and the Val'kyr attempting to raise Delaryn Summermoon. While Tyrande manages to kill one Val’kyr, Sira is killed during the battle and both her and Delaryn are raised in undeath. Sira walked away from the battlefiled, now calling herself a Dark Ranger. Delaryn is made a Dark ranger captain. Sira opposes Maiev during the Darkshore Warfront.

Physical traits

Life expectancy: Prior to the destruction of Nordrassil, the world tree granted immortality to the night elves. It’s unclear as to whether elves born after this event continue to age as mortal races do.

Height: Night elves tend to grow to around 7 feet (7 for females, 7.5 for males).

Eye colours: Night elves most commonly have silver eyes, but historically those born with amber eyes are prophesied to be powerful.

Abilities: All night elves possess the ability to Shadowmeld and stealth even in mid-combat. This is believed to have been gifted to them by their moon Goddess, Elune.

Cosmetics: Female night elves bare facial markings around their eyes that represent an aspect of their skills or personality. It is believed that is is part of a rite of passage ritual. Those without markings are highly unusual and this means that they are either too young to have undergone the rite, or are of Highborne descent.

Personality traits

Tree huggers: Night elves are raised in a culture of respecting nature and earth, their society is heavily ingrained with a reverence for the all forms of life. You’d be hard pressed to find an night elf that doesn’t care for nature. Littering, hunting for sport, torturing prisoners, or otherwise desecrating natural land/life wouldn’t be characteristic of a night elf.

Other races: Due to their isolation being broken by orcs taking from the forest, night elves tend to be wary of other races. This can range from outright prejudice to mild caution. With their bonds now strong with the Alliance, the latter reaction to others is more likely. They have a unique bond with the draenei as they landed close to Darkshore which is night elf territory, and were the first other humanoid race the draenei encountered on Azeroth. A draenei ambassador has been known to stand to the right to the leaders in Darnassus and draenei have been entrusted in caring for specific outposts and sites of night elf importance.

Other creatures: Night elves are known to have a great fondness for two animals in particular: nightsabers and owls. Nightsabers serve as mounts for them and owls as sentries. It is therefore unlikely for them to hunt these creatures for food.

Culture

Language: Night elves speak mostly in their native tongue, Darnassian, but also know Furbolg and Thalassian (language of the high elves, blood elves, void elves). They learned Common to better communicate with their human counterparts. It could be considered reasonable to assume that due to a common origin, they also have knowledge of Nazja (the language of the Naga). However, night elves are known to be offended by comparisons between their tongue and that of their disgraced Thalassian-speaking and aquatic cousins because of ideological differences.

Government: Night elves are one of the few races that have a co-leadership. Tyrande is the most prominent leader alongside her mate Malfurion. Prior the The Sundering, the Sisterhood of Elune, a sect of priests, held the most power.

Military: The most central form of defence for civilian areas are the Sentinels, an elite guard of mostly female warriors that have strong ties to the Sisterhood, established approximately in Year -9,400. Tyrande served as the General of the Sentinels until she appointed her second-in-command Shandris Feathermoon to lead them after the Third War. The Watchers, a law-enforcement acting body, originated within night elf society and performed as jailors for night elf prisoners, members volunteering from the Sisterhood of Elune. They were created when Maiev Shadowsong put herself forward to guard Illidan Stormrage after he attempted to create a second Well of Eternity following The Sundering. The highest rank of the Watchers is Warden, employed as jailors, assassins and bounty hunters.

Religion: The Moon Goddess Elune is central to the night elf culture. It would be extremely hard to find a night elf that doesn’t believe or respect the goddess. The Sisterhood of Elune, currently led by Tyrande as their High Priestess, is the oldest night elf order known to Azeroth. Alike the Sentinels, although men are welcome, most members are female. Night elves consider Elune to be a single entity in a world of many rather than their own interpretation of a single god or powerful figure; when Velen commented on the similarities between Elune and the naaru, Tyrande requested that he not make such claims when in Darnassus or in the presence in the Sisterhood of Elune.

Druidism: Malfurion is the first of the mortal druids, trained around Year -10,000 by Cenarius. After the creation of Nordrassil, Dragon Aspect Ysera bound the druids to her and her realm of the Emerald Dream. The Cenarion Circle was eventually formed as a governing force of the druids. Druids work in four specialisations: Balance, Feral, Restoration and Guardian: all obtaining their powers from within the earth. Along with the tauren, night elves have a special connection with the craft.

Traditions

It is common practice to take a fang from a deceased nightsaber mount in remembrance for it.

Night elf children are given an owl on their first birthday.

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theairportau · 5 years

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the airport AU, part 130 by rjdaae and hopsjollyhigh

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100 101, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10 111, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29

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ERIK

Her voice wraps around him, gleaming silk ribbons that catch light like prisms and send stars scattering across his vision; he shuts his eyes for the sake of focusing on the piano below his fingers. Still, it sits like a reassuring arm across his shoulder. This is why he believed in this voice; it isn’t technical perfection, but there is some unteachable passion in it, something that he doesn’t even understand himself. Her voice stirs something deep inside of him, the frail pieces that he has locked up for their own protection, things that he has forgotten himself capable of over the course of a too-long life. It is a wall so industriously built that he had thought it permanent, but when she sings, it is as if she is chipping out a window. A window that may someday become a door, that may someday bring down that wall- it’s too soon for all of that, but his heart throbs with things that he can’t name, and he is too caught up in the wonder and beauty of it all to be afraid of the freedom, the sudden ease of breathing. As if he’d been holding his breath, not just for a few minutes, but for decades of his life.

He is quite convinced that he could listen to her sing forever, especially this joyous passage. It almost feels like an intrusion, but at the very least, the words of Vaudémont’s interjection feel right-

“Yes! It’s true! You speak the truth!”

The conviction in his voice- she has brought him the truth, bathed his dim world in light; perhaps, like Vaudémont, he had begun this journey as a teacher, as though he knew more than her- and every day, she has pushed him, challenged him, changed his way of looking at the world. His way of looking at her. Vaudémont had been arrogant, to assume that this young woman knew any less of the world than he did; he had been unchanging in his ability to perceive the world until Iolanta described the way she saw it.

These things come to him rapid-fire, moments of clarity that hit him and spark at him before fading back into the background, before thought sinks away and the music rises up again.

Oh, you’re right! In your heart shines the great torch of truth, and before it, our earthly light is fleeting and pitiful!

Any light he’s ever seen has paled in comparison to the radiance that seems to bounce between them now, the vibrating energy that draws the song forward and through towards its conclusion; at some point, he finds, he must have half-stood up from the bench, too restless to sit, hunched over the keys. He lets his eyes close again, focuses only on each tandem breath, living inside these final moments, if only to avoid dreading the end of the song.

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CHRISTINE

The song could only ever have been a duet. There’s no real gap between the end of Christine’s verse and the beginning of Erik’s. No room for a breath, had a single person attempted to sing both parts; no span of time that could have been measured in blinks of an eye, or the quickest beat of a frantic heart.

Standing just behind her friend, Christine freezes in that nonexistent space between her voice and his, gaze caught like a snared rabbit by the glinting wire of the mask—conscious thought scrabbling uselessly in the dust as emotion leaps and wrestles with instinct, twisting her heart into a tangled, choking knot.

Only to snap just as suddenly, sawn apart by the razor edge of the moment itself.

Vaudémont’s words describe a light within Iolanta; Christine’s own heart feels more like the moon as Erik’s voice floods over her again, the warm blaze of a star that she can only hope to reflect. Yet, there can be no disputing the faith, the absolute certainty of the sound that fills her ears; she shivers as bright wings lift her from the ledge on which she had been so precariously perched, raising her beyond the reach of the tempting whispers of the abyss below.

As if pulled by the same force, Erik rises partway from the piano bench, blocking her view of the sheet music; though, the markings on the tablet screen have long since ceased to matter. The song soars onward, hauling her feet off the ground even as she races joyously after it. It’s like gripping a kite string in a hurricane—a strong line that stretches through her, taut as it runs from head to heel, dredging her voice from the deepest part of her soul.

“But, to be like you, I would like to see the light of the sun!”

Music flows through them, around them, between them—living in the solid vibration of the piano, in the breath of their each shared note, like some kind of symbiotic creature; making *them* somehow more alive by its presence. Maybe this, she thinks, is the reason most operas are sung-through: who could bear to write silences into a score, knowing that they would be signing the death warrant of something so precious?

Yet, even as their own song flies inescapably towards its conclusion, Christine finds no pain, no tragedy in the beautiful, soaring phrases. To its last breath, the heart of the music beats without regret, unrestrained and fearless. What she’d taken for death is instead a triumphant ascension—Faust’s Marguerite taken up to heaven, borne in angels’ arms.

Her heart aches to recognize how lost she had been: to have seen a sunset, and believed that it meant endless night; to have resigned herself to a lifetime of stumbling with only a candle to guide her, when she had merely to wait for the return of morning. It’s disconcerting, unsettling, her view shifting like a sudden landslide—like Iolanta’s first terrifying, dazzling glimpse of the blue sky after agreeing to have her vision restored.

The light in the basement is dim, soft, as Christine opens eyes that she doesn’t remember having closed. The late afternoon sun trickles in through the single high window, like the glow that must have streamed into the mouth of Lazarus’ cave. Painting warmth and shadow with the same brush, it shines dully on the weathered body of the piano, on Erik’s shoulders, which shake slightly as he stands over the keyboard, driving the final chords from the instrument in a dynamic clash of sound. Her eyes well up to see him so transported—the thought occurring to her that she might not have been the only one to learn something in this ‘lesson’.

Silence comes too quickly.

Despite herself, despite knowing better, Christine can’t help the residual flare of panic that hits her. For a moment, it’s as if she’s forgotten how to breathe, desperately and irrationally uncertain of how to survive in a world from which music has disappeared again—like a life ring slipping from the hands of a drowning person.

Then, her friend takes an unsteady breath of his own; in it, she hears the first note of all the other songs they will sing together.

Tears spill over, running down Christine’s cheeks as she leans forward, fighting herself for every inch—tears that fall in tiny, dark spatters on the back of Erik’s sweatshirt when she finally lets her forehead come to rest in the gap between his shoulder blades.

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ERIK

Dust specks hang still in the warm beam of light filtering in through the tiny basement window, as if the whole world has frozen with them. The silence is choking after the brilliance of sound, and Erik feels frozen in place. His mind is foggy, and the thought of speaking or moving is so distant- as it stretches on, the familiar weight of anxiety begins to settle around him again. What to do, what to say, how to react to something so utterly unique and fantastically beautiful- how will they ever interact the same way again? How can they go back to a casual lesson after something like this? He knows that Christine must have felt it as well; it wouldn’t have worked if Christine hadn’t felt it. They had ceased to be separate individuals- just for a moment, he had lived outside of himself. He can hardly remember how to breathe; how is he supposed to guide a student?

His worrying doesn’t have to last long. His muscles tense instinctively at the unexpected touch of someone at his back- he goes frozen with the effort of suppressing old reflexes. The largest piece of him would whip around to confront a person coming from behind, touching him unexpectedly, but Christine’s presence, especially in that moment, seems to have quieted those impulses.

What is she? He can’t place her, never has been able to- she has landed in his world with the brilliance of a falling star, and all the blinding confusion. Some hidden part of him, something that he has scarcely acknowledged since childhood, makes its presence known around her. It demands attention- it overwhelms him with a need for affection that contradicts everything else he’s ever learned about human touch.

When the initial fear fades away, when his muscles relax and he lets out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, all that’s left is a warmth at his back, and somehow, it feels like seeing a pinprick of light after years of fumbling in some dark and twisting cave. He straightens slowly, moving away from her just for a moment, just so that he can turn around, and at the sight of her, he is helpless to contain it. All the years of learned caution and fear succumb to the person inside of him who has been, for an entire lifetime, struggling to reach out.

So he reaches out. Without calculation or hesitation, he reaches out, and his arms find their way around her shoulders, and he steps closer to her until her forehead just barely touches his chest. He’s tall enough that, even with his head bowed, he doesn’t touch the top of her head; his arms are long enough that they nearly encircle her completely. His heart beats its quick and frantic rhythm, and he doesn’t bother attempting to push back the tears that spring to his eyes.

It is only when it is done that he realizes exactly what he’s doing- he trembles at the sudden proximity, the proximity that he has caused,and his muscles start to tense again, though he stays frozen in space. This is wrong! A voice beats and screams in the back of his head-wrong! and he his breath escapes him in almost a hiss- but he wants it! Something in him wants this proximity, demands to know why he can’t have this. There’s a tremor in his shoulders, and the air feels thin- and he recognizes his expectation; with a sucking black hole of dark and yawning certainty, he tenses and waits for her to push him away as he battles with himself- why can’t I be close to a friend?

Have you forgotten what you are? Is she only your friend?

His eyes clench shut, and gasps as he chokes on the sob at the back of his throat. He is fixed, paralyzed in the wake of his hasty decision. He can only wait for what he knows is the same inevitable rejection that has pushed him into himself in the first place. She doesn’t owe him this- and if he were stronger, less selfish, he would back away and send her home to Sweden this moment.

“Jag är ledsen,” he chokes, his voice utterly transformed from a few moments ago. Despite his words, his arms remain around her.

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CHRISTINE

From the first night they met, she has thought of Erik as a kind of angel. To Christine, there’s no other comparison that could be drawn in such heartfelt lines; no deeper possible expression of her wonder and gratitude. How else could she ever describe it? To have this remarkable person come into her life at a time she least expected it, offering help just when she needed it most. If one of the angels from her childhood stories had manifested itself in front of her, wings and all, its appearance could hardly have seemed any more unlikely of a miracle than the simple chance of her and Erik’s paths having crossed.

After years of leaning on daydreams, Christine lets her head rest upon a shoulder that is utterly human—tense, uncertain, but solid and real where her brow presses gently against it—and knows that she would never trade it for one with feathers.

There are so many reasons for caution. Things that she is already aware of; things she may never learn; things that she could guess if she only allowed herself to try. They crowd at the back of Christine’s mind now, pooling like shadows in the depths of a cave—shrinking away from the radiance of her joy.

Her strained neck relaxes into Erik’s back as she senses the tension leave him, smearing tears between her face and his sweatshirt; the ridges of his scarred skin disappear beneath the heavy fabric, but the faintest hint of warmth seeps through, soothing the overwhelmed aching of her head. There’ll be time later to remember how complicated things actually are: time to worry—about him, and herself, and the past, and the future. For now, Christine finds all the reassurance she needs in the rise and fall of his back as he breathes: a reminder that she isn’t alone; that the wonder of this music has been real; that she has someone to *share* it with.

Then, just when things seem steadiest, they tip: Christine flinches at the sudden emptiness of the cold air against her cheek, her eyes opening in surprise as Erik steps away.

There’s just enough time to doubt herself; just enough time for her to gaze at the damp marks her tears have left on the back of his sweatshirt, as if she were a lost traveler trying to retrace her footprints—wondering what wrong turn had been taken; which path might yet lead back to safe ground. But as her friend turns around, facing her for the first time since they sang together, there’s no time to seek an answer—no need to even look for one, as one finds her on its own; enveloping her the way Erik’s wiry arms closing around her shoulders.

There’s a moment, a fraction of a second, as she stares wide-eyed into the front of the sweatshirt, in which Christine feels certain that she is about to speak. A reassurance; a question; a phrase of gratitude—she’s not sure which. When her mouth opens, though, all that comes out is a soft, stifled breath; a gentle sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. Somehow, it’s fitting: a word not devised or spoken by her mind (which runs in wild circles, still struggling to make sense of the black wall that has appeared hardly an inch from her face, and the gentle weight around her shoulders), but by her throat, her lungs, her heart itself. Like the silent syllables formed by her hands as they twitch upward, her arms lifting towards Erik in a way that could have been instinctive if it weren’t so *deliberate*.

Words don’t seem to belong in this moment any more than they had when they were singing—not even ‘hug’ itself, entirely wrong for the stiff, tremulous arms that encircle her.

Christine’s own arms fall limply back to her sides as her thoughts finally catch up with her, her hands curling, nails biting into her palms.

How many times has she wanted to hug him? How many times has Erik become overwhelmed by far less? Now, she can tell that he’s crying. Can hear it—can *feel* it, wrapped as she is in his dark shadow. This is the closest she’s ever been to him, closer than his boundaries had once seemed capable of bending; yet, even with the gap between them narrower than ever, there’s room for doubt. Christine tilts her head up, the tip of her nose brushing against the soft fabric of the sweatshirt, but gains only a useless glimpse of the underside of her friend’s jaw.

He shudders again, and she feels it as if it had reverberated through her own bones. His arms seem so terribly brittle; though he’s chosen to wrap them around her, can she be sure that it won’t frighten him—won’t *hurt* him—if she tries to do the same? Tears hit the back of Christine’s neck as she leans her forehead lightly against his chest again—taking no more than has already been given to her; risking no more than Erik himself has put at stake.

Waiting for him to push her away, she realises with a sudden, sickened jolt.

She’s been so careful, has tried so hard to be the friend that she thinks he wants—has done her best to avoid making him feel uncomfortable, or pressured, or any of the things that have seemingly caused him to distance himself from everyone else who has tried to be there for him.

But where has it gotten the two of them?

And who has she really been trying to protect?

She feels Erik draw a breath, the syllables rattling in his chest as he offers her a ragged apology. The only apology that she sees necessary is her own. But though her heart aches, Christine finds that she can’t force the words from her throat. Maybe they’ve been said too many times already; maybe they simply have no place here.

She has learned so much from Erik in their short time together. About singing, and music; language, and cats, and people. But maybe she should have paid more attention to the very first lesson of their friendship, that night in the airport when she accepted his offer to stay in Paris: that, even when the odds seem impossibly high, there are some risks worth taking.

In the shaking of Erik’s shoulders, she can feel the weight of the gamble he clearly believes himself to have made—a bet that she doesn’t intend to let him lose; as her arms once more begin to lift, Christine can only hope that her own fears are just as unfounded.

But, after all, sometimes there are angels.

Her hands slowly venture upward, hovering blindly in the air behind Erik’s back—tentative; gathering courage. But then, finally, her fingertips settle on his back. If she’d thought that Erik couldn’t possibly become any more tense, she’d been wrong. But despite the startled frisson that cuts through him, drawing another strangled noise from his throat, he makes no move to separate himself from her. And that’s enough: with a sudden unrestrained desperation, Christine’s arms tighten around corrugated ribs, her face turning to press itself against a chest that seems cushioned more by fabric than flesh.

It’s one thing to know that he is dangerously thin by looking at him; it’s another thing entirely to measure the terrifying extent of it within the span of her own arms: her embrace loosens almost instantly, as if in fear of breaking him, and she shifts her head away from the bruise that she has remembered too late—but she doesn’t pull away; doesn’t let him think that that was ever her intention. As her palms smooth gently across the ridges of his back, she only wants to hold him tighter—to soothe away all of the hurt that he has suffered, in the way that she knows only a hug can; to finally *be* held by this person who has become so important to her.

“Det är okej,” Christine says, finally making a concession to speech as Erik’s heart continues to beat frantically against her ear. “Det är okej, vännen.”

(illustration by rjdaae) ---

ERIK

As a child, Erik can remember slapping his mother’s hand away from his shoulder- rare as her affection was, it was better to not have it at all. He had distanced himself from touch, written it off as something childish that only weak people depended on. He knows somewhere that it has always been a survival instinct, but his reaction has not changed since childhood- contempt for any sentimentality in relationships.

It had been easier to cope with anger than to fear rejection. His mother’s drawn, pitying face- he hated looking at it nearly as much as she hated looking at his. Eventually, she had stopped attempting to touch him completely- a relief on both of their parts. He had given her the excuse she needed, and he had believed himself free of that need for physical affection.

In most ways, he has not grown from that belief in the decades he has spent away from his childhood home. And the sense of completion he feels with his arms around Christine threatens to bring that carefully constructed idea, the idea that he has cultivated for his own self-preservation for almost forty years, tumbling down around him.

It has been difficult, in the past, to regard himself as a member of the same species as others. It has been difficult to regard them as alive at all. There has always been a degree of selfishness attached to his survival. Depending on himself only has meant keeping others at arm’s length wherever possible. Khan’s presence in his life was the first chip in his armor.

He can feel the rhythm of Christine breathing down to his core. She is to him as the moon is to the tide; every small movement she makes pulls him along with her.

He is transfixed by every detail of her, down to the wisps of her hair that brush the backs of his hands. She is so steady, steadier than anything he’s ever held onto in his life.

His breathing shifts automatically in time with hers; for a moment, nothing exists other than the movement of her hand over his spine. Things are still, and quiet, and his mind is empty, won’t allow him to ruminate on what lines may be crossed here. The quiet murmur of her voice sets him at ease.

“Merci,” he says in response, his voice barely a whisper. There is nothing else to say- it’s like some sort of intoxication, being held like this. He doesn’t know what else to express to her, or how to even begin to say any of it, and his mind feels stuffed with cotton, too blurry for any reasonable thought process. Just for this moment, there is only quiet, and against every instinct, he finds himself wishing it could last forever.

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(Part 131)

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APJFM Calendar to Chapter 45

Spoilers under the cut for chapters 1 - 45.

Saturday, September 9, 1933: Reader takes a job working for Muffet as a call girl. Her first client is Sans, that evening. (Chapter 1) Sunday, September 10, 1933: Reader is booked with other clients and starts exploring the monster districts. (Chapter 2) Monday, September 11, 1933: Reader continues to work for Muffet and explore. (Chapter 2) Tuesday, September 12, 1933: One of Reader's clients threatens to attack her, and Reader escapes and contacts Muffet. (Chapter 2) Wednesday, September 13, 1933: Reader continues to work for Muffet and explore. (Chapter 2) Thursday, September 14, 1933: Reader meets Muffet and hands over her share of the money she's made. (Chapter 2) Friday, September 15, 1933: Reader has an appointment in district 1, then explores the park. She meets Sans there. (Chapter 2) Saturday, September 16, 1933: Reader has another appointment with Sans and accepts his proposal. She settles things with Muffet that night. (Chapters 3 and 4) Sunday, September 17, 1933: Reader brings her extremely ill sister, Sasha, to the surface, then rents an apartment and sends Sans the key. (Chapter 4) Monday, September 18, 1933: Reader visits Sasha in the morning, then starts writing notes to Sans and buying furniture. (Chapter 4) Tuesday, September 19, 1933: Reader prepares the apartment. In the evening, she meets Sans there. She spends the night there alone. (Chapters 5 and 6) Wednesday, September 20, 1933: Reader visits Sasha and learns that Prince Jerren volunteers there. She meets two of her old friends. In the afternoon, she meets with Sans, then goes dancing, meeting another one of her friends and her fiance. (Chapters 6 and 7) Thursday, September 21, 1933: Reader visits Sasha, then meets with Sans, who unveils his promised surprise. (Chapter 8) Friday, September 22, 1933: Reader visits Sasha and buys Sans a robe. That evening she meets with Sans, and they have sex. (Chapter 9) The intense session leads to some aftercare and a conversation. Reader spends the night at the apartment, listening to music and drawing. (Chapter 10) Saturday, September 23, 1933 Reader's day off. She and Sasha have a conversation about Jerren. Reader runs some errands, goes to see her movie, then goes dancing. (Chapter 11) Sunday, September 24, 1933 Reader comes across Sans in the shared apartment. She tells Sasha how she's getting the money, while Sans reads her reply to the note he had written the previous night. (Chapter 11) Reader learns about Sans and about monsters from her two books. (Chapter 12) Monday, September 25, 1933 Sasha gets information about Sans out of Reader, and is upset to find out he's a gangster. (Chapter 12) Sans shows up near the end of the session, has a quickie with Reader then hangs out with her. (Chapter 13) The conversation leads to him showing her their souls. (Chapter 14) Tuesday, September 26, 1933 Reader overhears Jerren and Sasha talking and winds up encountering Jerren. Sasha is upset by the ensuing conversations and wants to be alone, deeply hurting Reader. (Chapter 15) Sans notices Reader's distress and gives her the day off. Reader sees a science fiction movie, after which her purse is stolen. Sans, who'd gone to the same movie, retrieves it for her. (Chapter 16) Wednesday, September 27, 1933 Around two in the morning, Sans reads the patterns of the anomaly's activity. (Chapter 16.) Sasha and Reader make up. Reader draws a picture for Sans, gradually becoming more and more worried when he doesn't show up and eventually deciding to stay at the apartment. (Chapter 17) Sans shows up around eleven, after Reader is asleep. (Chapter 18) Thursday, September 28, 1933 Reader wakes up to find Sans has drawn her a crossword. She fills it out on the aerial tram and finds Sans was involved in stopping a kidnapping. Overnight, Sasha has had a minor episode of what she calls her "wrong days." Later, Sans thinks about what he knows about the anomaly. (Chapter 18) Sans tells Reader about his freelancing work, and about the kidnapping of his friends' children Frisk and Asriel. (Chapter 19) Reader learns about Sans' body and has particularly intimate sex with him. (Chapter 20) After a second round of sex, Sans gives Reader a present and calls her his girl. Delighted, Reader starts working on a puzzle for him. (Chapter 21) Friday, September 29, 1933 Sans ponders what he calls the 'black hole timeline,' which the anomaly has apparently accessed early in the morning on Thursday. (Chapter 21) In the morning, Reader visits Sasha, and they reminisce about the past. She encounters Jerren as she leaves the hospital, and rejects his offer to take her back to the Courtyard to visit her family's graves. (Chapter 22) Reader thinks over Jerren's offer, and when he makes a second attempt, she agrees. Back underground, she finishes the first puzzle for Sans. He shows up later that evening and cheats his way through it, getting her off so she won't protest. (Chapter 23) Saturday, September 30, 1933 Sans muses about the anomaly's character and fantasizes about his human, but is startled when her alarm goes off at 5 AM. (Chapter 23) Reader goes up to the Courtyard and arrives at her family's graves. (Chapter 24) There, she has a difficult conversation with Sasha and finds a sense of peace. She also explores the house she used to live in and has a short conversation with Jerren. (Chapter 25) At lunch, Reader decides she wants to become an illustrator and considers her feelings for Sans. She's drawn into a discussion about soul colors. (Chapter 26) The group plays "Never Have I Ever"; Ionathia is revealed to be pregnant, and bows out of the party. Jerren, Reader, Adaleia and Sasha continue their afternoon together, and Sasha and Adaleia fall asleep. (Chapter 27) Jerren and Reader walk in the palace gardens, where Jerren reveals that realizing that his father will die soon has made him reevaluate his life. She's drawn into telling him about life underground, and he talks her into going with him to a concert of her mother's songs. (Chapter 28) Jerren and Reader break into the home where the concert is being held, where they have a series of adventures that soften Reader towards Jerren. On the way back, Jerren offers to bring Reader and Sasha back to the Courtyard, no strings attached. Reader is tempted, but remembering Sans makes her remember all of her other doubts about Jerren, and she turns him down. (Chapter 29) Jerren is enraged by Reader's refusal of his offer. He's verbally and physically abusive to her, and claims that he knows about her situation, but doesn't apparently know she's with a monster. Reader manages to get Sasha back to the hospital, then goes back to the apartment she shares with Sans. (Chapter 30) Sans drops by the apartment to drop off the rent and Reader's salary for the month, and he's shocked to find her injured and traumatized. He's angered that she won't tell him who did it, but tries to win her confidence by healing her and having dinner with him. (Chapter 31) Reader asks Sans to stay with her past dinner, but when she breaks down crying he feels uncomfortable and leaves her. He returns later, and they spend more time together. (Chapter 32) Reader wonders if Sans is going to want to have sex with her, and her feelings about it are complicated and conflicted. He does initiate sex, but quickly realizes she doesn't want it and stops. He offers to hypnotize her so she can sleep, which she agrees to. (Chapter 33) Sunday, October 1, 1933 When Reader wakes up, she finds a note from Sans giving her the week off and a way to call on him. (Chapter 33) Reader visits Sasha and levels with her about Sans. They wonder if Jerren can see the future, and decide that it's not safe for Reader to visit Sasha until things die down. (Chapter 34) Reader returns underground, licking her wounds at the shared apartment and starting to communicate with Sans through the notebook. (Chapter 35) Monday, October 2, 1933 - Thursday, October 5, 1933 Reader and Sans continue to communicate, while Reader adjusts to her new reality. She tells Sans she wants to see him on Friday. (Chapter 35) Friday, October 6, 1933 Reader finds a stuffed dog and a magic dildo from Sans. She learns about the upcoming Clearnight festival on the surface; Clearnight is the 22nd, and the festival starts on the 15th, a week earlier. (Chapter 35) Reader finishes her third puzzle for Sans, sleeps with him and falls asleep before asking him to have dinner with her. (Chapter 36) Saturday, October 7, 1933 - Sunday, October 8, 1933 Reader spends her weekend off sewing and drawing, feeling anxious about her sister and her situation. (Chapter 37) Monday, October 9, 1933 Reader attempts to make dinner for Sans and fails; they have sex, and he goes to get fast food for them. (Chapter 37) Reader and Sans have dinner and dessert and share a little about themselves. Reader invites Sans to spend some more time at the apartment after dinner. (Chapter 38) Reader and Sans hang out for the evening and have sex again, after which Sans agrees not to sleep with other women while their deal is active. He changes her days off to Wednesday and Sunday. (Chapter 39) Tuesday, October 10, 1933 Reader finishes the last puzzle and has sex with Sans, during which he gets frustrated and demands the last letter of her name. (Chapter 40) Afterwards, they share Nice Creams and she opens up to him a little bit about her past and situation. (Chapter 41) Wednesday, October 11, 1933 Reader's day off. She gets nostalgic about her family, has a visit with Gracie and works on her drawings. (Chapter 42) Thursday, October 12, 1933 Reader feels a little stir crazy and decides to cash in her free sundae before meeting Sans. She winds up stuck as a guest of some gangsters who are making a play for control of the area. (Chapter 42) The situation turns dangerous when Jack and his men, who belong to the rival gang that controls the area, show up. (Chapter 43) She breaks the wishbone, and Sans defuses the situation peacefully.(Chapter 44) He then takes her to the apartment and tries to help her avoid creating traumatic memories by getting her to focus on drawing. (Chapter 45)

#APJFM calendar #APJFM Chapter 45 #hey actually got it up this time

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